#as soon as i make my bed she immediately dives in and messes it up for her comfort

[enden-k]

good morning, perceive my cat

[khristie16]

Blindfolded Desires

about: Turning Point - Confessions - Love Making warnings: 18+, smut, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, Charles is demanding and jealous, breast slapping, rough sex info: passion is what is between the two of you notes: (✿◡‿◡) @buendiabebeta @notleclerc Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

You met Nicole in her room, and she opened the door with enthusiasm. Your natural smile mirrored her excitement as she grabbed your hand and led you to the not-so-comfortable bed you both shared in the dorms. Her excitement was contagious as she inhaled deeply.

"Okay, so I have big news," she exclaimed, holding her left hand high to reveal her engagement ring.

You were in shock for a moment, but soon a huge smile spread across your face. Both of you jumped up, holding hands and doing rounds of joy together.

"Oh my god, oh my god, how did it happen?" you asked, unable to contain your excitement. She shared every detail, and by the end, you both collapsed on the floor, giggling like little girls.

"Honey," you rolled onto your stomach to face her, "who will you invite? When will be the wedding?"

Nicole burst into laughter. It had only been an hour since she got engaged, and you were already diving into wedding plans.

"I don't know yet, but you'll definitely be there! And, of course, Jack's friends," she looked at you with a hint of sadness, implying that Charles would be there too. You nodded, but your smile returned immediately.

"But what about Stephan?" you asked eagerly. Nicole furrowed her brow and thought for a moment. "Stephen? Charles's cousin?"

You confirmed, and she continued, "Why would he be there? They're not even living together."

Confused, you thought Stephan lived with Charles. After all, he often spoke about Charles being out on dates and spending nights with different girls. How else could he know? Realizing the mix-up, you got confused. Nicole decided to order pizza, and you spent the rest of the night enjoying each other's company.

The entire day, thoughts about Stephan's comments on Charles occupied your mind. It wasn't that you suddenly believed Charles to be a cold-hearted person, but Stephan's words were unsettling. You found yourself pondering whether you should approach Charles, but about what exactly?

Were you his girlfriend, entitled to inquire about his dating life or the number of women he was involved with? After all, you had told him to leave because he was messing with you while simultaneously pursuing another woman. That much was clear. However, he hadn't responded, courtesy of the fact that you hadn't given him a chance to explain.

Now, you were genuinely considering seeking him out, uncertain about the outcome but unable to shake the nagging questions that lingered in your mind.

Uncertain of where to find Charles, you decided to check his dorm as your first stop. You knocked on the brown door, and after a few moments, you heard the door open. Charles appeared, looking somewhat surprised. He leaned casually against the doorframe, and you tried to inject a bit of humor into the situation.

"We switched roles, huh?" You chuckled awkwardly, but he remained silent, his arm now resting by his side.

"Can I come in?" you asked, breaking the quiet moment.

There was a moment of hesitation, but you could see a flicker of relief in his eyes. Despite the awkwardness, he was glad you were there, willing to talk. He felt a bit pathetic for acting this way after you had asked him to leave, especially since he had opened up and shown vulnerability. Yet, he understood that going on a date with another woman was a mistake. With a silent nod, he let you in.

You followed Charles into his room, watching the muscles in his back stretch under his t-shirt, stirring up feelings you tried hard to bury. As you stepped into his room, the scent of his perfume and the overall freshness enveloped you. The room was adorned in light colors, and you noticed several baseball caps scattered on various surfaces.

"So, why are you here?" Charles asked, interrupting your observational tour of his room. You gulped and hesitated before sitting down next to him on the bed, a silent acknowledgment that you had permission to be close.

"Why did you come to my room and show me… you know," you said, lowering your voice. Charles nodded, inhaling deeply, his gaze fixed on his bent knee.

"Because you rejected me. No one ever did that. It made me think," he confessed slowly, stuttering a bit. You felt a mix of empathy and curiosity, waiting for him to continue.

"I haven't been with anyone for a long time, and I got tired of how I was dealing with… this. Always having my guard up," he explained, meeting your eyes.

Confusion painted your face, and you couldn't comprehend his revelation. "Wait, you haven't been with anyone?" you asked, puzzled.

He looked at you, equally confused, tilting his head. So, you clarified,

"Stephan told me you sleep around with many women and spend your time on dates."

Charles visibly got angry, his posture becoming more rigid, and his eyes darkened. "He said what?" he hissed, still staring at you.

"He said this to me when we were on a date, and—"

"You were what?!" Charles raised his voice in disbelief.

He took a few angry steps toward his desk. "You went on a date with him?" he asked, furious.

You didn't know how to react to his outburst and stayed silent, attempting to make at least a sound. "Yes, I did. I—"

"Why?!"

Now, you stood, looking furious. "You were the one on a date while having your face between my legs!" you blurted out, catching him off guard. He backed up a bit, visibly taken aback. He frowned and looked sad.

"I know it looks stupid. I was trying to get you out of my head, which is why I went on that date. But all I was thinking about was you, and I ended the date abruptly, coming to you. It was a mistake, alright?" His tone shifted from sincere to angry as he took two steps toward you.

"Tell me why you're here, YN," he asked, scanning your face from a close distance. You briefly glanced at his lips, memories of your past encounters flooding back. Despite the moments you shared, he often degraded you when you showed affection. Fixating your gaze on his soft lips, you replied,

"I guess I'm that desperate for you, and it's not even sexy," you gulped, maintaining eye contact with his lips. He chuckled, taking two steps forward, pressing you closer to his bed.

"No, YN, we switched roles. I'm desperate for you," he declared before crushing his lips onto yours. A struggle ensued, tongues clashing out of frustration and anger. He was upset about your date with his cousin, and you were mad at how he made you feel.

"Don't think I'll let that date slide just like that," he warned as he tossed you onto the bed, momentarily taking your breath away. Shuddering, you opened your eyelids to find him on his knees.

"What do you mean by that?" you asked, confused as he laid his hands on your knees making your legs wide for him.

"Punishment, jolie," he said with a wicked smile. His eyes were fixated on you, looking like a man in love. If he could have hearts instead of pupils, he would undoubtedly be the one with them.

"Oh God, how I missed you," he confessed while pulling out your jeans down roughly and fast.

"Let me worship you, cherie," you moaned at his words, feeling his hot breath on your skin. Impatience overcame you.

"Lay your head down and touch my hair. I liked it," you were touched by his words and the value they held. Following his instructions, you laid your head down and reached out to touch his hair.

In no time he pulled down your panties and gasped at the sight. You were fully ready for him to take. He didn't hesitate for one bit and buried himself into your pussy.

You came undone in a minute as if you were stimulated just from his confession. You weren't at your mercy while playing with his hair so when he his face showed up from between your legs, he looked ravished. He had a smirk forming on his face as he was slowly getting up positioning himself between your legs.

You bit your lower lip as you were enchanted by his presence.

''Take off your shirt, I want to see those tits out.'', he said harshly and with the sudden instruction from him you shaken took of your shirt while he was patiently waiting.

When you laid bare under him, he rose his hand and slapped your breast. You yelped at the pain and closed your eyes. He on the other hand chuckled as if this brought him immense joy.

''I said there will be punishment. But not today'' he said hungrily to you and as you opened your eyes again you wanted no delays no more. You needed him.

You took off his shirt and he rapidly unzipped his jeans, taking his cock out. He was so desperate he didn't bother with taking the jeans off fully and as he stroked for a few times, he put the tip of his dick to your entrance.

You didn't get the chance to see his girth, so you awaited the inevitably.

''You want this as much as I do, jolie?'' he asked panting and desperate to bury himself inside of you.

You swiftly nodded and whined to him how impatient you were.

He thrusted into you fully deep in your guts for the first time and you screamed from the stretch and rough intrusion. You felt the stiffness and pain of your pussy you started squirming under him to get some movement.

He put his hand around your neck and waited till your eyes found his, ''You are an impatient little whore aren't you YN?''

You moaned and your cries were getting louder and louder. Charles held no more and started thrusting into you without any mercy at all. He attacked your neck at the same time leaving you absolutely suffocated by him.

You put your hands all over his body making sweet deep noises to his ear as he was groaning against your skin biting all over your neck.

''Charles, I-'' as if he knew, he stilled the pace and rhythm so you could come and when you did, he went for a faster pace and pushed so hard you were sure you will be sore the next day. He grunted more and more as your cunt was squeezing him from the orgasm and he came with your name leaving his lips, his face collapsing next to yours.

''Best fuck I've had,'' he said while you two were panting in oblivion.

[shrimshrim4fun]

Headcanons for Cabernet:

Note: I’m so sorry I haven’t been posting I’ll try my best to post more but school has been stopping me with some other stuff :( I truly do apologize. I promise I will try to post more thirsts and other stuff as soon as possible 😭

SFW:

-Loves cooking for you, when you two are home she likes to cook together with you in the kitchen even though it’ll make a mess.

-Spoils you rotten. All your clothes are hand tailored and everything you own now is the best brand. Loves taking you to three star Michelin restaurants and always having the best food for your appetite

-Loves having her hands on you. She likes to hold hands and keeping you close enough she makes sure you don’t in danger. But in private she is pressed into you for hours on time, breathing in your scent as you lay in bed. Very affectionate

-Possessive. Gets jealous quickly but doesn’t really show it. How her hand tightens around your waist or her eyes narrow as she sees another person talking with you for a bit too long. Oh how she wishes she could lock you up and let you only smile for her…how angry or scared you’ll get when she traps you up. Though those are only her thoughts, right?

-Loves smelling you, especially from behind. Nuzzling into the back of your neck as she takes a deep breathe in. She’ll notice immediately if you smell different. Asking curiously if you changed your shampoo or your perfume for the day. “Your scent is so intoxicating, makes me want to gobble you up whole. What’s that look on your face, you know I’m just joking.”

NSFW:

-Continuing on with loving your smell, she loves it when you smell like her. The subtle hints of grape within the fragrance strikes a hidden desire to mark you as hers. Peppering your neck and shoulders in warm kisses as it turns into something more

-Loves eating you out, will spend hours diving her tongue in and out of you as your legs squeeze her head. She loves it when you eat her out too saying it’s the most divine thing she has ever done. Her hands lacing through your hair as you guys become a tangled mess

-Takes pride in marking you especially the red lipstick marks she litters on your body as you look up at her. The hickeys peeking at your neck the next day as you try your best to cover them up makes her so amused yet aroused, wanting another round of

-She doesn’t like to use the word kinky but instead “indulging in each other’s desires to its limit” Is willing to try anything and everything with you. From any kinks, to role-play, or even certain places you want to do it in. Especially big on you eating food off of her. Licking whipped cream off her breasts or eating grapes off her stomach. Thinks of it as a way you both can savor each others flavors to its best

-Bondage is also pretty big, tying you up with the vines as she presses a vibrator to your clit. Hearing your soft moans and whines for her to fuck you hard makes her tip over the edge. She sees how your soul ripens beneath her as she holds back the urge to taste it

[cloudshuffle]

unmasked. yan!childe

index / prev / next / beta reader @lupikekee

warnings: explicit nsfw

You break the surface of the cold waters face first. There’s still a tightness in your chest, but you find it’s just the blanket, all twisted up with your legs and tugging at you. You grumble, still trying to shake off the sticky cobwebs of sleep, and struggle out of bed. 

Apart from the ticking of the clock, you realise that a silence has fallen and that you’re alone. A peek out the window reveals that you’ve made it to open sea, which means that everyone can now relax - an occasion for drinking to any Snezhnayan.

You leave your mask, knowing that the others would have done the same, and make your way onto the deck.

Nadia’s the first to greet you, grabbing onto your arms and whirling you into the ring of people grouped loosely around a fire burning in a barrel. “You’re up! We missed you!”

Judging by the way one of the women casts her an unimpressed glance, “we” more accurately means “I”. But you’re grateful for her induction into the celebrations otherwise.

She pulls you down to sit with her on an overturned, oversized bucket. She looks like a wild fae of the forest, her eyes alight from both drink and joy, and her cheeks flushed rosy. 

“Your hair’s a mess,” you comment, helping her settle the unruly curls.

She giggles, kicking her feet like a child, and dive right back into whatever conversation they were having earlier. 

You feel yourself fading comfortably into the background, smiling and laughing whenever appropriate. Someone passes you a shot of fire water. It goes down like, well, liquid fire, burning down your throat and stomach from the inside, warmth slowly spreading to every part of your body. Another one finds its way into your hand soon after, but this one you refrain from tossing back.

Your gaze wanders out over the deck. The sails flap every so often in a steady wind, the ship cutting through the calm waters like a hot knife through butter. At this pace, you’ll be reaching Liyue the next morning. 

The faces around the fire are familiar and friendly, but only a handful of names come to mind. Surely the captain of the ship wouldn’t be excluded from the activities of his own crew…?

A chorus of cheers rises from the men facing me. “El capitan!” one of them cries in a horrible accent, raising his glass and tilting so far back the other men have to catch him. We all turn back in unison.

“Markus!” Ajax calls back, raising a fist in return. He’s lost the red cape, usually draped around his neck and over his back, and his red harbinger mask is also nowhere to be seen. Without it, you think he looks… younger. More normal. Less like a tyrant and more like a boy. “Sorry my business took so long.”

The ring shifts reverently, allowing their leader in amongst their midst. Tartaglia takes a seat on a barrel to your right, heaving a satisfied sigh. A glass is delivered into his hand immediately, and he inhales it just as you had. “Finally. I’ve been on my feet all day.”

The conversation resumes, still cheerful and light-hearted, but it’s hard to ignore the undercurrent that tows you all towards his presence. Drinking or not, a harbinger is still a harbinger, the closest person to the Tsaritsa you’ll ever get to see, someone who can order your execution at the flick of a hand. Some seem to be trying to take advantage of that. Others shy away.

You watch him closely, taking back your second shot. Funny enough, the expression he wears is closer to a mask than it was on the archery field, though he doesn’t have his mask around him now. He laughs and chats with his soldiers just the same, but you can tell that he feels the undercurrent too, like a black hole swallowing a galaxy.

Too much thinking. You pour yourself a third, then a fourth shot.

Now the edges of your vision begin to spark with a mystical light, and the warmth from the alcohol coils in your body like a serpent. The conversation thrums in your temples like a tribal drum, and the pendant of your necklace pricks at the pads of your fingers as you fiddle with it. It doesn’t help. 

“I’m going to step away for a bit,” you murmur to Nadia. 

She giggles, nodding enthusiastically. She’s had nearly twice as many drinks as you and is likely on the edge of hysteria, but you know someone’ll help her if she passes out. 

The front of the ship feels like a world away from the chatter, the wind cutting through your coat and helping to take the edge off the heat inside you. The stars are quiet and calm, twinkling peacefully a million miles away, a soothing sight to your still-unsettled nerves. 

You had no fear of the water, but enclosed spaces made you feel like you couldn’t breathe. The ocean felt like your friend. Your cabin… felt like the mouth of a lion, maybe. It was a curious fear, but you’d never been able to figure it out.

You’re toying with your necklace again. The string begins to chafe at the back of your neck, so you pull it up over your head.

It’s a crude thing, a sundial shell wrapped up in a twist of rusty metal and strung up on a piece of cotton rope, but beautiful too. Moonlight shows faintly through its translucent surface, making the shell glow blue. 

He had brought it to your bedside as a good luck charm, the same ‘he’ who’d dove into the lake and hauled you out. 

Ajax had been kind, and cheerful, and popular amongst the other children because there wasn’t a dare he wouldn’t do. You’d never gotten along particularly before the incident. But afterwards, when grandmothers muttered that the lake had taken your spirit if not your soul, and the other children refused to play with you, Ajax would still spend time sitting in windows and reading fairy tales with you.

“Here you are. I was looking for you.”

You lower the pendant. There’s no need to turn around to see who it is - his slow, measured strides across the deck are telling enough.

“I just needed to clear my head.” You lower your head to tie the necklace back on, avoiding his discerning gaze, his easy smile. “I hope my lord wasn’t too concerned about me.”

The corner of his lips quirks up. “Let me help.” His cool gloves brush against yours. 

You hesitate, then lower your hands. He knots the string together deftly, then sighs and takes up a place next to you, leaning on the railing of the ship.

You glance back. Behind you, you can hear the festivities breaking up. Most are returning to their cabins, though a small knot of men remain, drunkenly carolling an old Snezhnayan lullaby to the stars.

“Are you afraid? That people might talk?”

“I might, if there was anything to talk about, my lord.” You allow yourself a small smile as he furrows his brows, evidently displeased.

“Since when did you call me ‘my lord’?”

“Since we were a part of the Fatui, and you became a harbinger.” You nod towards his belt. “Since you wielded a Vision, and I didn’t. We’re not part of the same world anymore.”

Ajax sighs, running a hand through his hair and turning his gaze out to sea. “Won’t you at least call me Childe?”

The drink emboldens you. “It’s a silly name. You could’ve chosen something better.”

The corners of his mouth raise, seemingly against his will. The moon casts the bridge of his nose in silver, turns the blue of his eyes into clear, unfrozen pools, illuminates the lovely flush spread across his cheeks from the fire water. This is Ajax, you think to yourself. The Ajax you knew.

You gradually become aware that he’s giving you a similar appraisal, lips slightly parted as if he wants to say something, and you know - whatever you choose to do now will forever alter the course of your life.

Ajax reaches out and pulls you towards him, and you choose to let it happen.

His sweetness envelops you first, a gentle scent entirely at odds with the rough calluses on his hands. He folds you into his embrace and you tilt your head back, accepting the shy kiss he ghosts across your lips.

“Are you afraid?” you tease softly. “That people might talk?”

His eyes glint dangerously. He kisses you again, but this time urgent, hard, adjusting his grip so he clasps both your wrists. A surprised sound escapes you, and Ajax takes the opportunity to have a taste of you, pressing you backwards into the railing.

He tastes like the sweet aftertaste of hard liquor and fresh spring water, breath shuddering with desire, a low groan rumbling in his chest. No, you think. Not the exact same Ajax you'd known.

You pull back. “Ajax,” you murmur.

There’s no turning back now.

“Come on.” He doesn’t let go of you, tucking you into his side and guiding you to his cabin, set apart from everyone else’s. 

It’s warmly lit with a number of wax candles burning low in their holders, parchment and maps scattered across the small but functional desk. Best of all, there are multiple windows, and the moonlight throws a grid of light onto the floor. 

Your observing is interrupted when Ajax kisses you again, this time allowing himself a purr of pleasure, kneading his fingers into your sides. He fumbles with the lock behind you, then leads you step by step to the bed, not once allowing you to pull away.

“Since when did you get strong?” you gasp, finally surfacing for air. He cages you in with all four limbs, and you finally understand what that glint is. Hunger. Desire. Desperation, even.

“Since I was a part of the Fatui.” A kiss, on the corner of your lips. “Since I became a harbinger.” On the jaw. “Since I received my Vision.” A trembling, reverent kiss on your pulse. “Since I left Morepesok, and I’ve been thinking of what I left behind since.” 

He nudges aside the pendant he gave you, and this time the kiss comes with teeth.

You bite back a whine as his hands paw at your shirt, undoing the buttons with trembling fingers. He blows cool air over the mark, peeling your clothes aside.

“The good thing about the uniform,” he pants, pupils blown so wide his blue eyes look almost dark. “Is that it covers up a lot of skin.”

Before you can protest, he ducks his head, working inward from your shoulder to your collarbone. Each bite feels like an electrical shock. He kisses each bruise gently to soothe the pain, but you're still shaking by the end of it, chest heaving.

You're not sure when he got rid of your clothes, but as he leans back to take a look at his handiwork, your skin prickles under the intensity of his gaze. 

“I'm glad you weren't my first,” he mutters, moving down to your chest. “Then I wouldn't know how to make you feel… this good.”

His mouth closes on a pert nipple, and a thumb strokes gently along your slit.

He groans into your soft flesh when he earns himself nothing short of a whimper of his name. 

“Ajax,” you plea, your nails scraping against his back. It's too hot, too restrictive, and he rids himself of his clothes too. 

He can feel your hole, already clenching and unclenching with want, leaking arousal onto his fingers. He releases your boob, inhaling your scent deeply.

It's sweet and salty and everything he's imagined your love to be. His dick jumps in his pants. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, and slides one finger in.

The moan you let out has him painfully hard, but Childe doesn't want to hurt you. He curls his finger inside of you, massaging gently, then pushes in another. 

You're trembling now, the pressure in your lower stomach mounting. The cool roughness of his glove against the hotness within you draws moan after moan from you. 

“Patience, darling.” You squeeze around him, fast and desperate… and he removes his finger, leaving you teetering on the edge. 

“Ajax,” you cry. Smiling, he bites into the softness of your stomach, and this time he catches your hips when they jerk up to collide with his chest.

“I imagined every one was you. I hoped I could fall in love with another,” he confides quietly. Your legs fold up your chest obediently. “But they were just… not enough. They just weren't you.”

“Is this a confession?” you manage to gasp. He's so large, larger than the few you've seen, his hot weight resting on your pussy. You can feel yourself throb, your slit weeping just for him.

“It's a declaration.”

His hands pin your wrists above your head, and he pushes past your entrance.

You make a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan. “Big,” you whimper.

He shushes you, leaning in for a kiss as he inches deeper, bit by bit. You squirm underneath him both in pleasure and pain.

“Tell me if it's too much.” His voice sounds strained. His veins scrape against every inch of your ribbed walls, pulsing and twitching as you swallow him whole. “Oh, baby, so tight, so warm… Baby, baby.” One hand clasps your chin. “Look at me. Don't look away.”

You whine assent. Your whole body alights with sparks, but you can feel him approaching somewhere dangerous.

His tip massages against a sensitive spot, your hips jump up of their own accord, and he slams into that sweet gummy area deep within you.

You throw your head back with a cry of his name, your hips shuddering, grinding you into him as you cum so hard you see stars.

“Shit,” he hisses, and starts thrusting into you.

You fit him so perfectly, it feels like your pussy was already moulded into the shape of his dick. Your walls flutter frantically around him, drawing him deeper, deeper, until he knows his tip is kissing your cervix because you moan with every thrust.

“C'mon baby, one more time, you can cum for me,” he mutters, beginning to lose himself in the obscene squelching of your cum all over him. “Inside, ah, gonna fill you up, gonna cum inside…”

He picks up the pace, and the pressure in your tummy begins to build again. Your back is arching, your hips shuddering, and still Ajax fucks you relentlessly.

“Look at me, baby, c’mon, cum for me, cum together, ngh, together, cumming, cumming, cumming-”

He moans loudly, and you swear you can see heart in his eyes, his hips still pistoning into you as hot, heavy ropes of cum spill into you where you never knew you were empty.

“One more time, yeah?” he pants.

— word count: 2506. thank you for reading!

[joaniscruzing]

fucking sub Hazel please 🙏🏻 hardcore style with spanking, edging, strap and multi orgasm 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

i wrote it!!!

quick thing before we get into warnings: I've been getting requests to do some smut for ruby cruz. I'd just like to say, that after I wrote the Billie smut, I was very uncomfortable. I genuinely did not like writing smut for real people. I ask that you please don't request smut for real people. From now on, I will not do smut for real people, and characters only.

contains: smut, lesbian sex, dom!reader, sub!hazel, cunningulus, strapon, tit play, ass play, praise, degradation, denied orgasm, teasing (i went all out 😭)

Although Hazel was usually on top of you in fight club, you were usually on top of her in her bedroom. After a long day of school and fight club, Hazel loved fucking you at her house, where her mom usually wasn’t home. It would change from day to day, whether or not you or Hazel were on top, but usually you were. Hazel loved being fucked dumb by you some days, and today was one of those days.

You and Hazel were making out on her bed per usual, you straddling her hips, lips leaving hers to kiss her neck. Usually, when Hazel was feeling submissive, she just wouldn’t put up a fight when you got on top of her. But today, she started borderline whimpering every single time you touched her, kissed her, or whispered to her.

“Rather eager, aren’t we today, Haze?” you ask her teasingly. “I’m taking it that I’m on top today?”

“Please… I need you on top.” Hazel begged. You pushed her down onto the bed, kissing her neck, leaving hickeys everywhere. You easily slid your hands up her button-down shirt, feeling and squeezing her tits. You unbuttoned her shirt expertly, pushing her sports bra over her head and immediately going back to her tits, kissing and sucking at them. After maybe only thirty seconds, she pushed your head to go lower. To the spot in between her legs.

“You really can’t wait, huh? You horny slut.” All you get is a moan in response, which causes you to tease her for a bit longer. You kiss down her stomach, your tongue lightly grazing the skin as you kiss down her stomach, pulling down her pants.You see her wetness going through her panties, and you know she’s longing to be touched. 

“All wet for me?”

“Y-yeah…”

You kiss her clit softly through her panties, feeling her squirm at the touch. You slowly pull down her panties, throwing them behind you, and then diving in between her legs, eating her out like a starved woman. You try to make sure your tongue fucks her perfectly before entering two fingers inside her. You pump inside her whilst circling your tongue around her clit, her noises encouraging you to do more. Having fucked Hazel many many times before, you knew when she was close to her climax. Having fucked Hazel many times before, you knew how much fun it was to edge her. As soon as she warned you that she was close, you immediately detached yourself from her. You heard her whine for you to come back.

“Haze, wouldn’t you want to come even harder?”

“Yes please~”

“Can I use the strap on you today?” Hazel sat up immediately. You knew she loved being fucked dumb by your strap. Immediately, she got on all fours, ready for you to fuck her, and fuck her hard, the way she liked it. You adjusted the strap and held on to her hips as you teased the tip of the silicone dick in her folds. You heard her whining for you to just put it in, but you liked teasing Hazel. You liked seeing her turn into a moaning, begging mess because of you, contrary to the girl who would always win in fight club.

You slowly began to push the tip inside her, praising her as she took more and more of it in.

“Such a good girl, taking every inch of my strap.” you kept praising Hazel, because even though you liked fucking her, you liked being sweet to her too. You knew Hazel liked praise, and that she liked having the validation from someone else that she was good at something. You started to thrust the strap once you got all of it inside her.

“Faster… please…” she begged.

“Please to who, honey?”

“Please, mommy.” You began to fuck her even faster, the only sounds filling the room being your hips clapping into her ass, and her noises. You held onto and gripped her ass as you kept going, muttering about how she was all yours. She was so close to cumming, and you could feel it. You went even faster, wanting to hear any noise she could possibly make.

“C-can I cum?” you heard her barely get out. You keep going, wanting her to have her first orgasm of the night. You slowed down as you heard her reach her climax, wanting her to feel every last bit of pleasure. You withdrew the strap and laid down.

“Come on, Haze, I want to see you ride me.” Still very sensitive from only thirty seconds ago, Hazel wanted more. She positioned the strap so she could sink into it, taking it all in. You guide her hips, feeling her reaching a second orgasm.

“You’re doing good, my pretty girl. My princess. My baby.” You kept whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she had a second orgasm. You didn’t let her stop there though. You made her keep going, making her ride you faster even.

“I can’t do it, it’s too much…” Hazel whines in between moans.

“Come on, you can do it baby. You’re doing perfect.” Your hand travels to the round of her ass, almost slapping with how quickly it began to squeeze it. She lets out the loudest moan of the night, finishing a third time. You feel her go limp against you. You pull her off of your strap and lay her down, kissing her on the forehead.

“Can I clean you up?” you get a tired nod in response. You lick her clean and run a hot bath for her. You let her have a bath and then watch a movie with her later. Before she falls asleep, you tell her you have to go home, kissing her hair and telling her once again how good she did. When asking to be the top for next time, you say,

“Sure. Anything my pretty girl wants.”

[muchadoaboutstartrek]

Petty

Written for @salrevientad and inspired by conversation with @female-fogbank

Spock and La'an didn't argue often...

Well, at least they didn't argue about serious topics often.

But more often than not, Spock wondered if there was something in the human DNA, even augmented one, that made them more succeptible to irritation from a stimulus that normally wouldn't cause a reaction in any Vulcan. And as he stared at the red faced La'an, her braids a mess on top of her head while she gestured wildly with her hands, he concluded that yes, it most certanly was a human trait.

"You know I don't like it when you move my shit without asking me first! Why do you keep doing it?" His short girlfriend was becoming an increasingly warmer in the face, so much so that Spock started wondering just how long it's going to take before she turned the color of her uniform. If the vein ticking in her forehead was any indication, it shouldn't be too long now.

He suppressed a sigh as he knew such action would cause even worse reaction. Instead he squared up his shoulders as he gazed down at the woman half his size that looked like she was one wrong word away from ripping his head off. Her feisty nature and naturally short fuse were some of the things that Spock loved but also hated at the same time.

Not that he'd ever admit that to her out loud.

"I apologize for misplacing your work PADD without notifying you first. Next time I will make sure to send you a message beforehand."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Spock knew he screwed up. Even the most emotionally stunned Vulcan would have no trouble recognizing the sheer rage that almost radiated off of La'an as she shook in place, her fists clenching by her side.

"You did not just say that to me, you condescending fucker!" The words were more of a growl than an actual sentence, her voice coming from the deepest parts of her vocal cords.

There were very few things that would cause Spock to shrink in fear.

Enraged La'an was one of those things.

"I apologize. That was not my intention." He replied immediately, his voice even more apologetic than the words.

"You do this every time! You say something to make me mad and then apologize and look at me with those eyes and I just cave!" She shook her head, her index finger suddenly shoved up his face. "Not this time!"

Something in Spock seemed to snap at those words and without even thinking his actions through, he grabbed La'an by her hips and slung her over his shoulder in a fireman carry, her strained and surprised yell, followed by a string of profanities slung in his direction falling on deaf ears as he carried her over to his newly made bed and tossed her onto the sheets. He didn't even give her a chance to stand back up as he pushed her down, his hands gripping the band of her trousers and yanking them down her legs alongside her underwear.

La'an tried pushing him off of her with her hips, her voice straining as she repeatedly asked him about the state of his mental facilities, the answer Spock couldn't provide at the moment as he felt positively unhinged. Her trousers and underwear reached as far as her boot before Spock yanked it off as well and slid one of her creamy legs out of it before he spread her thighs like jaws of life and simply dived in.

La'an's protests died off on her tongue immediately, profanities that were aimed at him suddenly disappearing only to be replaced by shaky sighs as he feasted on her pussy. He put his anger and frustration into every lick and suck on her sensitive, twitching cunt, his feelings evident in the way he was eating her out, aggressively almost to the point where it matched her energy from few minutes before.

La'an was shuddering and grinding her pussy against his face, her hands sliding into his hair and tugging on the strands as he allowed himself to be directed in the way she wanted him to go, letting her enjoy that aspect, illusion really, of control because it was evident to him that he was the one in charge, holding her release in his hands.

As her sounds increased in volume Spock found that he had no heart to tease her and torture her with denying her release, even though she more than likely deserved it. Instead he doubled down on his efforts and sucked on her clit with more vigour, her fingers almost ripping out his hair in the process.

La'an let out a scream as she fell apart, her orgasm taking her by surprise as Spock grazed his teeth over the sensitive nub on top of her pussy, her whole body shuddering with the force of her release before she melted into the sheets, practically boneless.

Spock licked his lips, tasting the last remnants of her essence like he was savoring the delicacy, before he stood up, crawling over La'an's still half dressed body, her uniform shirt still on while her pants hung on one of her legs.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked, burrowing his brows as he gazed down at the completely fucked out woman who was screaming at him about misplacing her PADD only a few minutes ago.

In contrast to that image, La'an was laying in bed completely relaxed with a lazy smile on her lips. "Fantastic." She sighed dreamily and surged up to kiss him, her teeth tugging on his lip. She broke the kiss when air became the problem. "Spock?"

"Yes, La'an?"

"Don't ever move my stuff without asking me again." Her eyes hardened and Spock knew that she meant business. He, however, simply smiled and said nothing. He just found the way to make her effectively loose her train of thought and he planned to utilize it to it's fullest capacity.

In fact, if this was the way he could make her shut up, he might start initiating these petty squabbles himslef.

[umbralsound-xiv]

I had thought to... Make space. Organise, as it were. If we were to continue living together in the same room, then surely i should make space for some of her things beside my own. But i can see now already that... ...I am going to have to get some more spacious furniture.

Eir Fellfrost shuffles about at the foot of the bed; the sound of fabric, of various things being shifted back and forth, drawers opened and closed. He'd not heard the door to their room open, on the simple principle that he was already far too occupied. Eir sings something faintly beneath his breath in Thavnairian, only stopping to hop a few steps away to pull something else from beneath the bed. His voice is a soft, happy thing, warm to listen to as he went about his business. Sayuri Aoki stepped through the door, ears flickering sharply as they picked up on the quiet singing. She pauses, pleasantly surprised, and takes a moment to merely listen - very, very slowly beginning to push the door shut as to not interrupt it. Eir Fellfrost's singing pauses as he holds something in hand; unseen, he seems to admire it quietly, tracing a finger over the small piece of metal. And then, with another breath… Fills his lungs. He begins to sing louder, then; as though all the joy within him could no longer possibly remain, a swoop again to the drawers as he plucked something from within to set into a pile.

...It was all i could think of. The moment i asked... The moment we wed! I just needed the right place, the right time... My heart sang with the thought. And so i opted to join it.

Sayuri Aoki's lips couldn't help but to curl upwards. She minded her steps as she moved forwards, seeking to ever so quietly sneak towards the direction of the singing.

Eir Fellfrost continues his happy tune; even as he worked about setting various amounts of his possessions into piles, each motion was met with a flourish here, or a sway there. Clothes surmised the majority of them, as he eyed the now empty drawer with some quiet hum as his melody seemed to simmer… Sayuri Aoki stepped up to the stairs and leaned herself against the partition next to her, head tilting. "You never mentioned you could sing." At Sayuri's voice, Eir all but drops what he's doing, practically hitting the deck with immediate and deliberate effect, hand plunging itself beneath the bed. "----SAYURI! I--- I never heard you return h-home!" His words, half stammered from beneath the bed. Eir is a little more than a torso and a pair of legs, as he rummaged around…

I was holding the ring! ---I never even heard her enter, and it was all i could think to do but dive beneath the bed where she could not see me. I would leave it there, beneath the pile of clothes, until it was safe to retrieve...!

Sayuri Aoki blinked twice, a low chuckle leaving her. ".. I opened the door and heard you singing, I didn't want to interrupt." She smiled. Eir Fellfrost: "Interrupt? No, n-no, it was jus---- Ow." The back of Eir's head thumps as he shimmies back from the bottom of the bed, half covered in dust as he fought a sheepish smile, a little flustered and red-faced. "…It… Has been some time since i have. I apologise for your ears."

Sayuri Aoki: ".. Oh, hush you. My ears enjoyed it." She met his smile with a pout as she wandered down the steps and up to him, leaning down to gently place her lips upon the area that had thumped against the bed. Eir Fellfrost's expression turns all the more softer, then. "…Apologies for the mess, i had not expected you home… So soon. Not that i am upset for it." He slowly pulls himself upwards, to meet her with a sigh, arms loosely draped around her waist. "…This room is ours, this much is true. But i had thought to… Condense my things. Pack away that which i do not use… To make room for your own, here." Sayuri Aoki allows her pout to shift into a smile, straightening herself up as he stands. Her arms drape around his waist in return, her head leaning forwards to let the underside of her jaw press against his chest while she gazed up at him. ".. Mmh? Do you want help.. or will you abandon it, now that I have returned?" She flashed a small grin at him. Eir Fellfrost gently caresses her back at the resting of her head, peering down to her mismatched gaze for a long moment at her question. A sigh, and half a chuckle, then. "…Looking at me like that does not give me a compelling arguement to continue, when you are here, now." A peck of his lips meets her forehead, then. "…Though i suppose i should at least clear the bed before we sleep. How was your sun?" Sayuri Aoki snickered quietly, offering a small squeeze of her arms. The slightest purr emits as he pecks her forehead, ears wiggling joyously. "I always look at you like this." She smiled innocently, gaze brimming with affection. "It was nice. How about yours?" Eir Fellfrost: "…Always with such… Joy." At the latter word, he pulls a hand from behind her to gently brush at her cheek, his own colouring a little at her clear admiration. "…Productive! I think i have cemented a new routine in time for Moonfire, i did a little laundry, bathed, and now…" He gestured to the bed and all the assortment of things, then. "…This. I was making room for your clothes, more than anything. I fear i may need to invest in more drawer space…" Sayuri Aoki: ".. That's because you make me happy." She leaned her head into his palm as he stroked her cheek, gently nudging her head into it. ".. Moonfaire already? It felt like it wasn't that long ago.." She hummed, glancing towards the bed and then up at him once more. ".. Perhaps we should." Eir Fellfrost leans to kiss her forehead with a pleased hum at her words, pulling her into a more firm embrace, then. "…Already, yes. I missed it, last cycle. So be more than prepared for me to come home complaining of how terribly i ache every sun. I will endeavor not to be too miseriable for it, but seeing you will make it all the sweeter." Sayuri Aoki's lips tugged into the faintest line at the comment, a deeper exhale leaving her as her arms tightened around him just a little further. ".. Mmh.. I can spare some ice for your aches." Eir Fellfrost's own embrace tightens a little more firmly, pulling her upwards against him as he rests his head against her own with a pleased murmur. "…I had not even thought of that. Coming home to you is a lovely enough thing, never mind for your ice too. Mrh…" Eir shudders a little, for having her closer. "…It should take the aches away faster. And if you like, you are always welcome to watch me perform, yes?"

Sayuri Aoki: ".. And fend off any who'd imagine you in ways only I am allowed to?" She flashed a tiny grin, yet nudged her head up against his affectionately and allowed her grin to turn into a smile. "I'd love to come along some time." Eir Fellfrost: "Oh, let them dream… And chuckle in the knowledge that your such dreams are a reality, should you want them to be." Some humour takes his expression then, leaning a little lower to meet her gaze more fully. "…Since i am yours, and no other can have me. And that you will not share."

A quiet mockery of the words she had said the other sun during that... Confrontation, of sorts. Not meant for cruelty, no. ...I had never thought her to be so... Possesive. I will not admit that i enjoy it more than i might like...

You beam with delight at Sayuri Aoki. Sayuri Aoki: "… Well I'm glad that you know!" Sayuri huffs defensively, and raises a hand up to lightly flick a finger against his forehead. "Erjon can find his own, you're -mine-." You laugh at Sayuri Aoki. Eir Fellfrost almost expects the flick, but does nothing to evade it. "I know, and i am more than happy with the arrangement!" A small pause, then. "…Do you truly think he meant it? I… Hope not." Sayuri Aoki: "Good!" She pouts, then arches a brow. ".. No. And if he is, I will fight him." Eir Fellfrost: "Sayuri. My love. My moon." Another brush of his hand to her cheek. "…I do not think you need any more encouragement to fight him. Besides, even if he did, he will be sorely disappointed when i turn him down. I have eyes only for you." He speaks, furnishing her with a short kiss. Sayuri Aoki: ".. A little less, now that.. I know." She murmured, and pushed her head against his gently. A smile graces her lips as he kisses her, which she promptly returns. ".. Mmh.. And what pretty eyes they are." Eir Fellfrost: "…It is a relief not to have to keep that particular secret. I detested feeling so evasive with you… And gladder still, that you have found some ease with knowing." He blinks slowly, forehead settled to her own. "…Some have told me they are grey. Others silver. Others like ash." They slowly shift up to regard her own. "…Yours are as like jewels, snow and ice. To be looked upon by a blizzard, in the most wonderful way." Sayuri Aoki: ".. Like silver in the sunlight." She murmured, pressing her forehead against his. Her smile widens and her head tilts. "..For claiming you're poor with words, you certainly figure out sweet things to say that I hold no candle to." She snickered. Eir Fellfrost: "I… They are not my best…" He huffs. "...I am simply saying what i see. And what i see is you. You -are- beautiful, Sayuri." He said it as though it were a persuasion, pre-emptive on fighting her back. "Inside and out, both."

Sayuri Aoki's lips shift into a small pout. While she doesn't retort with words, a hand unfurls to reach up to her own face - a finger lightly rubbing against the scar on the bridge of her nose. Eir Fellfrost leans in and immediately chases the fingertip with his lips, kissing a small flurry over the scar. "…Still beautiful." He corrects, holding her close. "…I will kiss every single one of them if i have to." Eir Fellfrost: "…And even if i do not." You smile at Sayuri Aoki. Sayuri Aoki's eyes briefly shut as his lips kisses along her scar, a small chuckle leaving her. ".. I'd say you can start with this.." She gestured up at the scar residing above her left brow. ".. But you have already started." Sayuri Aoki smiles weakly at you. Eir Fellfrost watches as she points to the scar, and immediately moves in to kiss that, too. "Anywhere else?" He asks, taking her hand in his own. "I have all the time in the sun. I do for you." He half jested, eyes dropping down to find another spot to lay his affection on. Sayuri Aoki snickered quietly, curling her fingers around his as he took her hand. Whichever hand was still free raised to lightly tap at her own lips, as they curled into a faint smirk. Eir Fellfrost leans in to slowly push his lips against her own. "They have no scar, but they are just as deserving as the rest of you…" Lips claim her own, for a long, lingering moment, reluctant to pull away for many long moments. Only afterwards he does, gazing to her with the self same adoration. "…I cannot wait to go to Thavnair with you…" Sayuri Aoki's ears flickered joyously as their lips met, her own head pushing back against his a little more firmly - happy to remain in the kiss as long as he wished. ".. I'd say that can be changed, but I believe the ones I have are sufficient enough.." She snickered, gazing back at him. ".. I'm looking forward to it." Eir Fellfrost: "I would not love you any less if you were to gain more, but…" A small frown of worry knit his features as he gazed upon her. "…I would prefer you not to, if it was all the same. You have suffered enough. But in the event you do…" He trails, brow briefly lofted. "More places to kiss." Sayuri Aoki: ".. Mh. I can't promise that won't happen.. But it's nice to hear." She smiles. Eir Fellfrost: "I have acquired scars since our meeting, Sayuri. You seem to mind not for mine…" He glances down, to the lines that ran horizontally along his chest, clawed and left almost a cycle ago. "Though i too will try not to collect any more…" Sayuri Aoki: ".. I'd be quite hypocritical if I wanted you to accept mine but didn't accept yours." She lofted a brow, lowering her head slightly. She sought to place her lips against the scar on his chest. ".. I don't mind yours. Only my own." Eir Fellfrost watches as her lips grace the skin on his chest, gently combing his hand through her hair. "I am glad… Though i do not have so many compared to others. I still hide them when i dance. Better to keep the attention where i would prefer it." He looks over her, then. "…I do not mind for looking at your scars, Sayuri. But should you ever wish for it… You could glamour your own, perhaps?"

Sayuri Aoki glances up at him, letting her shoulders roll into a faint shrug. ".. It'd be hiding them, not.. removing them. I'd.. still know." She exhales a soft sigh and gently buries her face against him. ".. I don't know." Eir Fellfrost: "…I know. But perhaps we could go to the beach for a swim, hm? Or any other such thing, without fear nor worry of other people seeing. They… Will not simply vanish, that much i know. But if it would offer you some comfort…" Sayuri Aoki: ".. Part of me feels like I should be used to them by now.. That I should have no problem carrying flaunting them.. And yet.." She gave a small frown, nudging her head against his chest. ".. I'm really not." Sayuri Aoki: ".. I'm not used to them. Not like that." Eir Fellfrost draws his arms around her, scooping her up against him. "And you are allowed to be so, Sayuri. I… Dread to think what goes through your thoughts when you see them. Nothing will ever erase the memories that come with them. I… Only seek to make their sight hurt a little less, when i touch or kiss them." Sayuri Aoki: ".. Like little flashes of memories, sometimes." She mumbled, coiling her arms around him tightly as he scooped her closer. ".. The fact you don't find me hideous is enough to bring comfort."

How could she ever think such a thing? She is... Anything but. But i know the ways the mind can warp thoughts. And how words can linger, when said... ... I will do all i can to bring her a brighter set of thoughts.

Eir Fellfrost: "Hideous…?" The word is spoken with almost a tremble, then. "No, no no. I could never find you hideous." He moves, to bat aside the pile of things to allow them to sit, pulling her close. "You are Sayuri. My… Moon." The nickname almost comes with an awkward hesitation, but he continues. "…You could never be anything less than beautiful to me, scars or no. I could spend bells telling you how." Sayuri Aoki drags herself a little closer, flashing him a small smile in retort. ".. I love you, do you know that?" Eir Fellfrost: "You have mentioned. Once or twice." Eir grins, nudging his head to her own. Sayuri Aoki snickered quietly, nudging her head against his. ".. So little? It sounds like I should rectify that.." She tugged herself closer, pressing herself more tightly against him. "I love you, Eir." Eir Fellfrost pulls her against him, slowly turning his head to face her own, not once relinquishing himself from her cold. "I love you too, my moon…" His lips sink against her own in a loving kiss, drawing himself deeper with a breath. "…My Sayuri…" His head nudges against her own, quietly. "…Yours."

Sayuri Aoki happily met his lips with her own, raising a hand to gently cup his cheek as they lingered in the kiss. Her ears flicker with joy, her lips curled into a soft smile. Eir Fellfrost decides being upright isn't quite as appealing as being horizonal, slowly leaning back and pulling her with him as they locked in the kiss. Various oddments surrounded them, an audiable clatter as his back met the bed, but he didn't seem to mind for it. "I would have you no other way… You know this, yes?" Sayuri Aoki sinks down with him, tugging herself closer to him. The slightest snicker leaves her as the items on the bed clatter. ".. I know. And likewise." Eir Fellfrost: "Good…" He gently brushes her hair from her face as he meets her lips anew. "I will try to sort -some- of this before i sleep. I doubt much you would enjoy rolling over and finding some trinket embedded into your ribs." Sayuri Aoki: "… I've had worse embedded into my ribs." Her lips tugged into a thin line, swiftly becoming forced into an almost pained smile. She hugs herself more tightly against Eir.

Eir Fellfrost: "Yes. I know." Eir's tone turned somewhat pouting, then. "And i may not be able to aid you on a battlefield, but i can at the very least stop some ornament from assaulting you in your sleep." Sayuri Aoki chuckles quietly, gently moving her head to bump it against his. Eir Fellfrost slowly rolls, to pull her atop him with the same whisper of a chuckle. Settled on his chest, his legs either side of hers, he kisses her forehead again. "There." He murmurs. "Safe from any clutter that might want to get you in your sleep."

And there on the bed, we simply... Held eachother, amongst the various clutter and trinkets, until we drifted off to sleep, even just for a few bells. I would finish organising it when we woke. But it could wait. Anything could wait, if it meant a moment with her.

[laniquill]

To celebrate the news of my first official publication (I still can’t believe it!), the team and I decided to take a weekend vacation to Dewford Town. It’s an odd time of year for a beach visit, I suppose, but cooler temperatures meant it wasn’t crowded, so that’s a big plus! We’d been there before during my brief attempt at the Hoenn gym challenge, so Eliza (Flygon) had no trouble flying there and the weather was great for the trip.

I found a cute little bed and breakfast near the beach, so we spent a lot of the time enjoying the sun and sea! On the first day, Eliza immediately started trying to build the grandest sandcastle she could. After her first attempt, which was already impressive, Cinder (Typhlosion) joined her and they progressed to trying to make a glass castle. The first few tries resulted is molten messes that, though not castlesque in any way, were beautiful chunks of red-streaked glass. I saved the best one, a gorgeous glass oval with a starburst pattern inside. Cinder and Eliza weren’t deterred by these failures, though; they kept at it and eventually figured out how to make a grand glass castle! The trick, they discovered, was to make it piece by piece with low-heat fire so the weight of the upper levels wouldn’t collapse into the lower ones.

Bubbles (Marill) and Alice (Eevee) had a blast running around in the waves. They made a game of trying to keep their feet when the water came in. Bubbles won every time, but I suspect he was cheating; it looked like he was using his own water to redirect the flow around him just enough to help him stay upright. Alice didn’t care one iota about winning or losing though. She was having too much fun tumbling over in the sand each time the waves hit her. Maybe she’d like to be a vaporeon! I’ll have to offer her a water stone and see what she thinks.

Scar spent most of the time flying low over the waves, darting into the froth and casting rainbow droplets into the air. He caught a magikarp on one of his dives and tussled with it for a few seconds before it managed to wriggle away from him and escape under the water. On the second day, he picked a fight with a pod of tentacool who had tried to scare him away by shooting acid at him. That, as you might imagine given Scar’s poison immunity, did not go over well for them. He handily won that scuffle and the tentacool scattered, leaving Scar to continue his splashing.

The last evening, the town hosted a bonfire on the beach. We enjoyed delicious free food and good company! Cinder joined the local fire types basking in the fire. Eliza buried herself in the sand like she always used to do when she was a trapinch, just poking her nose out and happily lapping up the sausages I offered her. Bubbles, after consuming far too much food, cuddled up to me and napped the evening away. Alice played with a diglett (or maybe it was more than one? It was hard to tell), trying to pounce on it as it popped up. She wore herself out quickly and soon curled up behind Eliza’s head to sleep. Scar met a combusken who seemed to share his love of battling and the two of them tussled for most of the evening. However, they were quite evenly matched, so neither one really got the upper hand. It ended in a draw when the combusken’s trainer called him away for the night. As for me, I chatted with the locals some, ate too much food, and almost fell asleep in front of the fire. We all collapsed to sleep back in the room that evening. The next morning, we headed back to Verdanturf, sad to go, but happy to be home again!

[rosiesmuts]

Icy Hot

Twice Dahyun x Male Reader

Length: 850+ words

Quickie, No edits, Request

A/N: After answering this ask, a lot of people requested a Dahyun piece. So here’s a quickie I wrote using that same theme.

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With birds chirping in the background and sunlight lightly breaching the curtains, you slowly wake up and turn to your beautiful girlfriend, Kim Dahyun, who is peacefully sleeping next to you. As you use your hand to lightly brush her hair, she suddenly opens her eyes and jolts her head to the side, giving you a playful look. You jump into a seated position while she is laughing uncontrollably at your reaction. She always loved to scare you and couldn't pass up this opportunity. 

“You know I hate when you scare me Dahyun!”

“Aw, but your reactions are always so funny, I’ll make it up to you if you want,” her playful look turns into a naughty one. “You want to try something new? Sana-unnie was telling me about this new trick.”

Your ears perk up at her suggestion. While you had no complaints, your sex life with her was pretty vanilla as she was still pretty inexperienced. She jumps off the bed and you can hear her making a bunch of noise in the kitchen. She returns to the bedroom with two bowls of ice; one crushed and the other cubed. “Sana told me if I make it really hot, then really cold, it would drive you crazy,” Dahyun places the bowls down on the bed and starts to unknot your pajama strings.

You lift your hips and your cock springs free once she lowers your pants, already hard from the excitement of something new. She leaves her left hand on the cubed ice and uses her right hand to stroke your cock. After about a minute of stroking, she smiles and switches to her left hand. Immediately a literal chill runs down your spine as the cold overtakes all sensations. “How does it feel?” she asks you, genuinely curious. “Keep using the cold hand” is all you manage to say. After stroking you with her left hand for another minute, you can feel the warmth returning to her hand. She senses this as well, and asks, “Are you ready to try my mouth now?” 

“Yes, please…” you beg of her to continue this new sensation.

She takes some of the cubed ice and stuffs the side of her cheeks. You laugh at the sight as she slightly resembles a chipmunk storing nuts for later. She spits out the ice and lowers her mouth onto your shaft. A moan escapes your lips as soon as her chilled mouth envelops your shaft. She continues to suck your dick until she senses her mouth returns to normal temperature. Dahyun looks up to you and asks, “Did it feel good?” 

“It was amazing, but can we try it where you keep some ice in your mouth?”

She once again stuffs her cheeks with ice, but instead of letting it melt, she returns to your crotch immediately. The sudden chill shocks you to your core and you shudder as if someone flushed the toilet while you were in the shower. Dahyun pauses as you start making unintelligible noises, but you focus your thoughts and tell her to keep going. Wanting to keep this experiment going, she continues gliding up and down with the ice slowly melting in her mouth. As the ice started melting in her mouth, the blowjob started feeling wetter and sloppier, which was a stark contrast from how she usually did it. 

When the ice all finally melted, there was a pool of water at your crotch and your once innocent looking girlfriend started to look like a mess. After wiping her mouth, she took an ice cube and started rubbing it around your shaft. She slowly started making her way up until she met the bottom of your head. “NOT THE HEAD!” you shout as the sudden chill was way too much for your sensitivity. 

She once again filled her mouth with crushed ice, and started to blow you again. Once all the ice would melt, she would use an ice cube and rub it around your shaft, then fill her cheeks again and dive back in for more. What would normally be a ten minute blowjob, turned into a thirty minute affair as every time you would be close to an orgasm, the icy sensation would ‘reset’ your core back to zero, ready for more. She continued this pattern until all the ice was gone. The sheets were now completely ruined drenched with a mixture of water and saliva. “Are you ready to cum yet?” she asks as she makes her one final journey down to your crotch. Her now warm mouth feels like a new experience for you and a knot develops in your stomach almost immediately. You tap on the top of her head to let her know you’re close, and she jacks you off until you blast a huge load all over your stomach. “Looks like Sana-Unnie was right.” She flashes you a huge smile before cleaning up the mess she created. 

After helping her change the sheets, she asks what you want for breakfast. Still feeling a chill throughout your body, there’s only one thing that feels right in this situation. As if she can read your mind, you both simultaneously scream out “SPICY RAMYUN!”

[writethelifeyouwant]

Secret Admirer | Part 2

Summary: When your date for the evening stands you up, a handsome, confident stranger swoops in to save the night from total disaster. By the next morning, you’re glad things turned out how they did, because Dean is a much better lover than your no-show ever could have been. You had just been looking for a one night stand, but could this night between you and Dean turn into something more?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: rom com vibes, dating apps, getting stood up, secret admirer, casual sex, Y/N is pent up and she is not shy about that, drunk sex, D/S vibes but not explicitly negotiated, Dom!Dean, Brat!Reader, slight power struggle vibes, oral sex (f rec), p in v sex, anal fingering, facial,  surprise twist ending Bingo Squares: @supernatural-jackles TMASBingo - Quote C (bold in fic) “Tell me what you like.” | @j3bingo - Fucking Machine | @spndeanbingo - Anal Play | @spnkinkbingo - Facials | @anyfandomkinkbingo - Inconvenient Attraction | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Awful First Date Word Count: 3,531

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Dean slams your back against the motel door as soon as it’s closed, his forearms bracketing your head and his hips grinding filthily into yours. 

“Gonna fuck me right here?” you breathe heavily, lips teasingly close to his, chest heaving so your breasts are pressing into Dean’s chest against the t-shirt beneath his open plaid shirt.

“Is that what you want, Y/N?” Dean drags his lips down the column of your throat as he speaks, his teeth scraping roughly over your skins as he bites out your name, and you think you’ve never liked the sound of your name so much before. You never want him to stop saying it. “You want me to pin you against this door and fuck you so hard it nearly breaks the hinges? You really want everyone walking by to hear what a fucking slut you sound like with my dick inside you?” 

“Are you expecting company?” you ask, suddenly distracted by the fact that there are two beds in this motel room, and both have very clearly been slept in. 

“Huh?” Dean pulls back and looks around curiously. 

“Who’s sleeping in that second bed?” you point between the two of them. 

“My brother,” Dean looks back at you quizzically before answering and stumbling over his words. “But he’s not coming back tonight,” he shakes his head in reassurance, closing you back in against the door. 

“Good,” you breathe in relief, “because I’m not a fan of audiences.” 

“Okay,” Dean blinks, “well, no one here but you and me baby girl. And whoever is walking by outside and hears you screaming,” he chuckles deeply, kissing down your neck again and grabbing your ass in his hands, pulling you against him. 

“You think I’m gonna give it up that easily?” you laugh, trying to sound haughty, but the effect is slightly ruined by your breath catching in your throat as Dean grinds against you once more, the bulge in his jeans dragging roughly between your legs and making you swallow your moan. 

“I thought you told me you were desperate?” he retorts, flashing you a cocky grin that makes you want to mess with him even more.

“You’ve still gotta work for it big boy,” you smirk, grabbing the back of his neck and pushing him down, like he’d done to you in the car, and Dean goes to his knees obediently, still grinning. “Why don’t you show me what else that mouth is good at besides the dirty talking?” 

You let go of Dean and pull up the hem of your skirt, exposing your panties to the man kneeling between your legs. He doesn’t wait for any further instructions, immediately pressing his face into the material and using his teeth to tear the offending item of clothing down your thighs, so he can get to his true target. His tongue teases around your clit for the barest of seconds before he’s diving down further and devouring your cunt. One hand skims up the back of your leg and hoists your knee up and over his shoulder, so he can push in even closer. You groan, dizzy with the pleasure of it all, letting your head thump back into the door behind you. 

“Fuck yes Dean, just like that,” you pant, grinding yourself against his tongue as he kisses back up to your clit, focusing his lips and tongue and teeth on the small bundle of nerves while the hand that’s not holding your leg in place creeps up between your thighs so he can push a finger inside you. “Mmm, fuck yes,” you sigh, thoroughly enjoying how attentive a lover Dean is proving to be. You’re already beginning to near your orgasm, which you’re sure will only be the first of many. 

“Tell me what you like,” you whisper against Dean’s ear as you straddle his lap on the bed, both of you now blessedly naked. You whimper a little as you press your hips back and the tip of his cock nudges against your entrance. 

“I like girls who get on my dick when I fucking tell them to,” Dean growls against your neck, bucking his hips beneath you so his cock slides through your folds, skating over your clit easily thanks to how slick you are between your legs. You’re surprised he didn’t just slide right in. 

“Oh, so you don’t like my teasing then?” you ask innocently, grinding over his dick, and you can feel the groan of frustration that rumbles through his chest, which is the only warning you get before suddenly Dean has spun you around so your back is on the mattress and he’s the one on top, grinding down into you. 

“You know, for a slut who was so fucking desperate she had to suck me off in the car, you sure have been doing a lotta teasin’,” he smirks when you whimper as his dick pushes lightly against your entrance. “Maybe you don’t want me to fuck you after all?” Dean goes to pull away but you roll your eyes and drag him back down into a kiss. 

“Don’t you dare,” you scold against his lips. “I haven’t had a cock inside me for two fucking months, you’re not going anywhere mister.” 

“Shit, two months? Really sweetheart?” Dean pulls back and looks down at you, like he can’t quite believe it. 

“Even thought about buying one of those fucking machines,” you nod seriously. “Honestly, might still buy one. They look like fun.” 

“Why the hell would you need some mechanical dick when you’ve got the real deal right here, baby girl?” Dean laughs as he pushes in in one quick stroke, drawing a shout of surprise from your lips. “Think a fuck machine can make you feel the same way I do?” he asks, pulling out and fucking back into you sharply, setting up a brutal pace straight out of the gate. 

“Oh god, Dean,” you mewl, curling into his chest and pulling him down on top of you, so his whole body is grinding along the length of yours as he ruts between your legs. “Fuck, don’t stop.” 

“Yeah, there’s the little slut from the car,” he chuckles darkly, thrusting into you roughly. The headboard is banging out a rhythm on the thin drywall that you’re sure the next room must be able to hear. “Missed you, sweetheart.” 

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” you whimper into his chest, kissing along the freckled skin that you can reach. 

“Better than a goddamn toy, huh baby girl?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, unable to deny it. “But getting one could still be fun. What if I wanted two cocks at once? Can you do that, Dean?” He pulls back onto his knees and sits up straight, wrapping your legs around his waist as he slows his pace to a teasing, grinding slide. 

“Two at once, huh?” he raises a brow at you curiously. “You want something in that slutty little mouth to suck on?” 

“Uh uh,” you shake your head, eyes squeezing closed as Dean angles his hips a little differently and skims over that spot inside you that makes you see stars. “Want something else fucking my ass,” you admit, groaning a bit in arousal at the idea, but also a bit in embarrassment. You’ve never told anyone that, but if this guy’s just a one night stand, what’s the harm; right? Dean stops thrusting suddenly, eyes looking down at you wide as saucers. You gulp nervously, hoping you haven’t ruined this. You’ll be so fucking pissed if that’s scared him off. 

“That’s new,” he says after a moment, but it looks like he’s not disgusted by the idea, at least. 

“Is that okay?” you ask hesitantly, biting your lip in apprehension. 

“Well,” Dean smirks, leaning back down and dropping small kisses across your chest, working his hands under your ass to squeeze it enthusiastically. “I don’t exactly have a fucking machine in the car or anything, we didn’t even bring any toys with us this time” –he licks across one of your nipples, then pulls it into your mouth– “but I’ve got two perfectly good sets of fingers.”

A small part of your brain registers that Dean had mentioned ‘bringing toys along this time’, which seems to indicate that there were other times that he and his brother did take trips with sex toys packed in the trunk of their car, but that train of thought is quickly derailed by what Dean is doing to your body. You squeal a little when a fingertip skims across your puckered hole teasingly, even though you’d been expecting it, but he hasn’t quite got the pressure right, so it just tickles more than anything else. 

“I think you might need some kind of lube if you actually want to go there,” you shiver, looking up at Dean hopefully. Now that he’s offered, you can’t get the idea out of your head. Smirking, Dean pulls his hands out from underneath you and leans down, teasing his fingertips over your lips delicately before pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb and sliding two fingers into your open mouth. 

“Guess you did want something to suck on after all,” Dean laughs darkly, eyes holding your gaze intently as you continue to swirl your tongue around his fingers. “You better get ‘em nice and wet, because this is all the lube you’re gettin’, sweetheart. Somethin’ tells me if you want a fucking machine pounding you back there, you actually like a bit of pain… amiright?” 

“Mmhmm,” you whimper around his fingers, feeling yourself flush heavily under such intense scrutiny. 

“Well, we can definitely work with that Y/N,” Dean pulls his fingers from your mouth, dripping wetly onto your lips. “Thanks for telling me,” he whispers, giving you a short, sweet kiss. But he doesn’t give you a chance to answer before suddenly his cock is leaving you and he’s flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you up on your hands and knees. 

“This what you were after, baby girl?” You can hear the smirk in his voice as Dean runs his wet fingers down cleft between your cheeks, stopping to circle lightly around your puckered entrance. 

“Inside, baby, please,” you whine, pushing your hips back into his fingers, desperate to feel him inside of you. 

“You greedy little thing,” he teases, fitting just the tip of one finger inside of you, and you groan when he won’t push in any farther. 

“Ugh, this is why I need a fucking machine,” you complain, still trying to fuck yourself back onto Dean’s finger with no luck. “Machine wouldn’t fucking tease me like this, just pound me until I can’t see straight.” 

You gasp in pain as a harsh smack lands over your pussy, smarting the skin. 

“Stop being a fucking brat Y/N, or I can just go finish myself off in the shower without you,” Dean growls threateningly, but you just laugh. 

“Yeah right, I know you’re dying to get your dick wet again. Just fuck me already, Dean. C’mon. Thought you were gonna make me scream your name by the end of the night?” 

That was absolutely the right thing to say, because in the next instant Dean withdraws his fingers, spits onto you for extra lubrication, then works both inside together without any more warning or prep. You drop your head into a pillow, moaning loudly beneath the pressure of his fingers fucking your ass. It’s just a tiny bit painful, the stretch of his fingers is wide than your own, which is all you’re used to using, but the sharp edge of discomfort lights the rest of your nerves on fire, and when Dean pushes his cock back inside your dripping pussy your senses are awash with only pleasure. 

“Oh my fucking god, yes!” And you are screaming now, just like he’d promised. “Fuck Dean, feels so fucking good, oh my god,” you’re practically sobbing into the bed, fucking yourself back onto his hand and his cock as he stuffs you full with each thrust. 

“Yeah, who needs a fuck machine now, huh?” he grunts heavily, bending forward to grab your hair and yank your head up and back, using his grip as leverage as he fucks you. “Wanna hear you fuckin’ scream when you cum for me Y/N, you got that? Want everyone to hear what a goddamn slut you are for me.” 

You nod, whining in pleasure, your breath heaving in your chest, getting caught up in your throat. 

“What do you fuckin’ say slut?” Dean growls in your ear, scissoring the fingers in your ass to stretch you wider as he forces you back onto his cock. 

“Gonna cum, Dean,” you manage to choke out. “Oh my god, make me cum, please… Dean, fuck… Dean!”

“That’s a good slut, let it all out baby, good girl,” he hisses, fucking your through your orgasm as you clench and spasm around him, your screams turning to whimpers, and eventually to silence as every muscle in your body freezes up, before a fresh wave of pleasure makes you melt down into the bed. 

Dean pulls out and rolls you over roughly, your arms flinging limply like a ragdoll as you lay in your post-orgasmic stupor. He climbs forward, straddling your chest and jerking himself off hurriedly. Cum shoots across your face as Dean groans in relief, throwing his head back while he pumps his finish over your skin, tapping the head of his cock against your cheek and running it down to your lips where he thrusts against you lightly as the last vestiges of his release drop onto your tongue.

You wake up slowly, peacefully, and far too warm. You also realise you can’t move, which is entirely due to the arm and leg flung across your body pinning you to the mattress. Turning to the side, you see Dean snoring lightly, a look of peaceful oblivion on his freckled face. You smile lightly at the sight. You’d expected to be asked to leave after you two had finished for the night, but surprisingly, Dean had snuggled right up to you and basically fallen straight to sleep. You’d indulged yourself in the novelty of spending the night with someone else, since you weren’t sure when it might happen again. 

Sighing heavily, you carefully try to extract yourself without waking Dean so you can get to the bathroom, but you have no such luck. He blinks awake as soon as you roll out of his embrace, looking up at you in grumpy confusion. 

“Where ya goin’?” he asks with a hefty yawn. 

You point to the bathroom in the corner by way of explanation and he nods, laying back down and burrowing into his pillow. Stealing some mouthwash to freshen up, you notice the toiletries bag on the counter has some distinctly feminine products in it – conditioner, hairbrush, hair ties, purple toothbrush, things that didn’t seem like they would belong to Dean – making you feel uneasy. He did say he was sharing the room with his brother, you suppose those could be his. 

Reemerging from the bathroom a few minutes later, you notice Dean is up and out of bed, and making coffee at the little kitchenette in the opposite corner of the room. 

“Morning, gorgeous,” he smiles when he turns around, kissing you on the cheek familiarly as he hands you a cup of coffee. You notice there’s no milk in it, which makes you grimace slightly as you take a sip, but your post-night out headache is starting to make itself known, and you need the caffeine more than you need it to taste good. “Coffee okay?” Dean asks, clearly noticing your expression, and you quickly school it into a smile, not wanting to be rude. 

“Oh yeah, just hot,” you excuse and he gives you an understanding nod. 

“Sooo…” Dean draws out the word like he’s about to come on to an awkward topic and you sigh heavily. Here comes the ‘nice to meet you, but I don’t want your number’ speech. You’d foolishly let yourself hope, after he’d let you stay and you’d woken up cuddling, and then the coffee and the small kisses… it had seemed like maybe he might have wanted to see you again. But you suppose you haven’t earned that much good karma in your life. No one is that good at sex and into committed relationships. 

“Last night was…” he continues to speak, breaking you out of your thoughts, but he seems a bit lost for words. 

“It was really great,” you smile, a little sadly. “For me, at least,” you add awkwardly. 

“Uh, yeah,” Dean nods emphatically. “I had no idea you were into that kind of stuff, but I mean, I’m glad you told me, just wish you’d said something sooner.” 

“Sooner?” You giggle into your coffee, braving another sip of the bitter liquid. “How much sooner did you want me to bring it up? In the bar? That would have been a hell of a pick up line: thanks for the drinks, wanna fuck me in the ass after a couple more?” 

Dean snorts a little and rolls his eyes in exasperation, shaking his head. 

“I thought the secret admirer move was a good one though,” he gives himself an approving pout and you laugh. 

“Well it got me to come home with you, didn’t it? And it was a much better night than the one I’d originally planned, so,” you shrug. 

“Yeah, you really went all out last night,” Dean said, taking another gulp of coffee. “I mean, you had so many details, and this whole persona, you really committed. Where’d you even come up with all of that?” 

You’re staring at Dean in utter confusion now. Huh?

“What do you mean?” You ask slowly, completely thrown off track. 

“You know–” Dean’s answer is cut off by the door to the motel room opening, and a man with long chestnut hair, wearing a plaid shirt just like Dean, steps inside. You breathe a sigh of relief: okay, the hair stuff must have been his brother’s after all. The man looks up at you curiously when he turns around and sees you, and you give him an awkward wave, internally thanking God you’d thrown a shirt and your panties on before you’d gone to the bathroom. 

“How’d you get in here?” The man asks, confusion evident in his ruffled brow, and you frown slightly. 

“Um, the door,” you point behind him to where he’d just entered. There was something very weird bristling in the atmosphere between the three of you. 

“But I just left you outside in reception a minute ago, you couldn’t have beat me here,” the brother looks at you suspiciously. 

“Sammy, what are you talking about? She’s been in here with me all night,” Dean looks at his brother in mild concern, like maybe the man isn’t well. 

“No, Dean. She’s been out with me all night. We were trying to call you for ages but your phones were off, so we just got on with the hunt on our own,” Sam protests, suddenly producing a gun from behind him and aiming it straight at you.

“What the hell?!” you shout, putting up your hands and dropping your coffee. You suddenly notice that Sam has dark stains on the sleeves of his red plaid shirt that look suspiciously like blood, and you feel like you’re going to be sick. 

“Woah woah woah, dude, calm down. It’s her, I swear. Don’t you think I would know? I was the one fucking her all night!” 

“What the fuck is going on!” You demand, still staring at the gun Dean’s brother is aiming at your chest. 

The door to the room opens once again, and someone you never could have expected steps through. 

“Bayley?!” you shout incredulously, just as the newcomer shouts: “Y/N!”  

The two men look between you in alarm, and Dean produces his own gun from beneath the mattress that you’d been sleeping on the night before. 

“Wait! Stow the firearms guys, calm down,” Bayley hisses, stepping in the middle of everyone and forcing the boys to put their guns down, though they do it reluctantly. You’re still frozen in shock, watching the scene unfold before you. Bayley twists around and gives you a sheepish smile before looking back at the stoic men. 

“So, I never told you guys I have a twin, did I?” your sister asks hesitantly, holding back a nervous giggle that you haven’t heard in years. 

Dean looks like he’s going to be sick.

“Oh my god,” you groan as you suddenly realise what’s happened, what Dean was talking about when he was going on about a persona earlier. He thought you had been role playing. He thought you were Bayley. You’ve just fucked your sister’s boyfriend. 

There’s a lot of competition for the title, but you think last night is now going down in your dating history as the worst first date ever, as any hope of this turning into more than a one night stand evaporates.

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Between us ep1 messy review

ITS FINALLY HERE!!! We have waited so damn long for this BL! I think we waited since 2019!!!! It’s almost 2023 guys!! But the wait is over!!! So let’s dive in!!!

We start with both of them waking up. You immediately see the differences in their characters. So is Win up and ready to go, while Team is still in bed and late🤭 Win is looking hot once again, while walking the school grounds!!

AHHH OUR QUEEN IS BACK! And falling into Prueks arms because she tripped! I love this so much! Oh I love how they did this, the way Team immediately got Wins attention by just being there!

Ah I see what they are doing, they are introducing the cast. Okay cool just hope it won’t pull away the attention from the main couple, because that would not be okay!

HELLO DEAN👀 Pruek has it bad already doesn’t he🤭 have you never met the one??…. YES HE HAS, haha Team has his full attention, I love this, love at first sight!

Being hard on Team right away, give the kid a break my sexy man! I get that they want to treat all students the same but what use is that scholarship if you still have to qualify? I mean what if you don’t then you lose your scholarship😲 anyway MY FAVORITE TRIO ARE BACK😍 I missed them so much! Awww of course they will come and support you! He is going to do amazing because it’s Team💪🏻

Really Win you didn’t hear Team?! Come on that’s not cool but why did I forget they stayed in the same dorm🤔 why didn’t I know Santa would be in this? But I don’t mind because he is a great actor from what I’ve seen🥰 gosh who is watching porn….LMAO OF COURSE ITS YATCH🤭 please stop watching all that porn my man! 😂 but he looks HOT👀

Aww Team is nervous, I get it though because he could lose his scholarship! Again I love this friendship! Manow is so relatable😂

Team looking good! Come on you got this! Wins eyes really follow Team around the entire time. I love this🥰🥹 Ah Pruek saw his target as well🤭 ohhhhhh the moment Dean & Pharm spotted each other! It’s so refreshing to see the other pov of this! I am here for it! The tears in Deans eyes, my gosh🥹 Dean really looks like a strict captain! Don’t wanna mess with him or Win for that matter🙈

OH WHAT WAS THAT! I know Team has a trauma but didn’t expect that! I am curious now! Go team though!! 💪🏻 FIRST PLACE AS HE SHOULD!!😍💪🏻 Oh Win, it’s getting obvious now👀 that little head tilt when Team was in the water smiling🤭

Ah this scene. The first actual meeting of Dean & Pharm. I was already devastated when this happened. Poor Pharm crying and why did I always think this was happening in the evening, while it most definitely is during the day🤔 I love how we see that Pharm calls Team because he is upset. I always wondered if Pharm friends had an inkling about what was going on and I love that at least Team did know and didn’t judge him but just tried to be there for him. At first I wondered why Win was following him but it’s probably to make sure everything was okay AND to see what kind of person Team is🥹 also he might think Pharm is his boyfriend? Because they do look close enough for that tbh🤔

Ahhh nice! The Beach! Lmao these 4 hot guys, they make perfect friends! 😂 Teambuilding is always nice to do but I prefer no heavy activities 🤭 ugh I wish I could be in Thailand and swimming in the ocean😍 don’t laugh too hard because there will be karma🤭 sigh of course Team hurts himself. The way Win is treating Team, I mean don’t be too hard on him! The way Team is sulking after those harsh words from Win. Like the dude cut his feet don’t need to tell him he still has to attend training🙈 oh Win didn’t like Team talking back at him😲 but Team made it better by thanking him🥰

Ah Dean staring into the distance. He doesn’t have issues, he just missed something or someone in his life and now he has found that person. He must be so confused but also happy?! Seriously Dean stop standing there, jeez🙈 it’s kind of sad that Win feels like he never had something to call his, thankfully that will change soon because you will have Team all to yourself🥹 Dean is not wrong here! You probably have some walls up Win🥹

Okay Win just go after him. I mean the staring is not going to do anything🤭 Oh these friends, like really don’t pull him away from the food!! Especially not for watching porn🙈 Poor Team he really is innocent isn’t he, gosh he better get a cold shower🙈 also his friends teasing him like that while he definitely is uncomfortable, that’s not cool guys. Not everyone enjoys watching porn with friends…

Team you should get a shower INSIDE, because there you have it. Win on his evening round… (is he a stalker though because he is everywhere👀) Win is teasing but also right in his face, jeez what happened with Hi my name is👀 WOW KISSING ALREADY, I SAY LET’S GO😏

OHHHHHHH HOLY!!! YEAH JUST FOLLOW HIM TO HIS ROOM, LIKE WHY NOT👀🫣 Win really knows what he wants huh… like I get it but damn this is fast, NOT COMPLAINING THOUGH!!

Also the way he asks those question is seriously SEXY! The way he makes sure that Team is not drunk and will remember everything, the way he makes sure he knows where and with whom he is, this is seriously sexy! I LOVE IT!! Consent like this, just wow!🔥

HOLY SHIT LIKE DAMN THAT WAS FIRE! THE FIRE THAT CAME OF THAT NC SCENE LIKE WOW! THE CHEMISTRY, THE WAY I FORGOT TO BREATHE AND THE WAY I EVEN CALLED WIN “Hia Win” jeez…. It’s a Masterpiece. It was perfect!🔥🔥🔥🔥

And they really ended it in the middle of it, like do they love to torture us, probably but damn I need to see more!!!!!!!!!! Those 3 years of waiting were definitely worth it! See you next time👋

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Me and My Husband

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: The reader warns herself of her relationship with Steve Rogers.

Rating: R

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Infidelity, miscarriage, depression, suicidal thoughts

No one will tell you what to do when you find out your husband is cheating on you. No one tells you that whether you stay or you leave him, everything you do will be judged ruthlessly. So you just pretend. You will pretend like its not happening, like you haven't seen the text messages on his phone or heard the whispers when you visit the Compound upstate. You'll ignore them the best you can, pray that somehow you got this all wrong. But you can read minds, so you get it straight from him that he's cheating on you.

You'll keep your head held high, ignoring the issue as much as possible. You act like nothing is amiss, even though everyone that you work it-or have worked with-knows the truth. They all know your husband was having an affair and they wonder if you know. You can see their questions as they appear in their heads. You plaster a smile on your face, wishing to be in your bed so you just cry. You'll get bombarded with their thoughts and it'll make you feel like you're drowning.

You'll never bring it up to your husband, but he knows that you know. You've promised that you'd never read his mind, but he knows that you have. You know every gritty little detail of the affair and he knows. He is reminded of it every time he sees you lying in the bed you once shared, your back to him. He's reminded of what he did every time the two of you visit the Compound upstate, when everyone gives her looks of sympathy while he gets glares that bore into his skin. Every time your eyes meet his, he is reminded that he didn't care about the sanctity of marriage and because of that you'll never look at him the same way ever again.

You'll spend moments wondering what you did wrong. Did you not love him enough? Not give him enough attention? Instead of being mad at your husband, you're mad at yourself. Wanting to think about what you could have done instead of thinking that your husband just didn't love you. It'll be easier to blame yourself and you'll live with this bundle of hatred for yourself.

A betrayal by the people closest to you. Your husband and your best friend. Your husband and your maid of honor. The two people you loved most in the world sleeping together and losing your trust, losing you. You wanted it to be anyone but her, anyone else. You prayed and begged that somehow his thoughts betrayed him and he didn't sleep with her, but you know deep down that he did. Her face is all over his memories. She won't meet your eyes and you've stopped taking her calls.  You will want to hurt her, kill her. Want to make her brains spool out from her head because you're so God damned hurt. She isn't friend anymore. Friends don't betray you. Friends don't sleep with your husband. Friends don't make a mockery of your marriage. Friends don't-

Cry.

You'll find yourself crying a lot. It's an endless stream of tears that leave your head pounding and your eyes aching. It's the type of crying that makes your throat and entire chest hurt, the types of crying that leaves you feeling hollow. You must be dehydrated with how much you're crying. Your husband will come home to see your eyes red and watery. He used to be so concerned when he saw you post-crying, but that was before your marriage imploded. He knows he is the reason why you're crying, so he doesn't bother asking anymore. And that only makes you cry even more.

A night of emotions being too high and apologies that he doesn't mean result will in a positive pregnancy test and you're stuck in marriage with three people. You, your husband, and the other woman. It's too cramped and you feel like you can't breathe. It's suffocating.

When you get pregnant, people will whisper it's a save the marriage baby. None of their smiles will meet their eyes and their pity will be written all over their faces. They congratulate you nonetheless, calling you a fool once your back is turned. Having a baby with a man that betrayed her with her best friend.

They'll ask you how he feels about it. Not how you feel because you're not allowed to have feelings anymore. You gave up your feelings when you chose to ignore his infidelity. They'll ask you how he reacted, if he is happy. You don't want to tell them that he just nodded when you told him, his face not giving away way what he felt about the news. You don't to tell them at he left immediately to go see her as soon as you got into the shower.

She will be in the room when you tell the remaining members of your team, both holograms and in person. Hidden in plain sight, she sits among the people you call your friends-at least the ones that remain. His eyes meet hers when the news falls from your lips and you can hear her whisper in her mind "What are we going to do?". As your friends and teammates walk up to congratulate the two of you, she takes her time getting up, takes her time to walk over to you. She looks you in the eye and says that the two of you are going to be great parents. Three of us in this marriage and I can't breathe.

You'll wonder every day as your stomach grows if the man who you married hates you. He's stuck in this house that he had built, with the family he had wanted, in loveless marriage because he messed up and you found out. It doesn't stop him from leaving at night, showering immediately when he comes back. They both know you aren't stupid. You know what they are doing, but your heart can't break anymore. You'll tell yourself that he'll stop when the baby comes, but you know that's a lie, but it's a lie you keep repeating to yourself in hopes of it coming true.

Sometimes, you will dive into his mind when he is asleep next to you. He'll never know that you've snuck inside, but you get to see every moment of their relationship. It's sadistic and all it does is make you more upset, but you can't help yourself. You need to know how far it goes, if they love each other or if it's just a physical thing. She fills up more of his memories than you do. You're being replaced and there isn't a thing you can do about it. You can only watch it happen.

And no one will tell you what to do when you start to bleed. It will seems to pour endlessly from you, staining the cream colored sheets. Your husband won't be beside you, he's off with her. So instead, through the pain, you drive yourself to the hospital, blood covering the seat. Tears streaming down your face as you force yourself to walk into the emergency room, hand on your stomach. You'll lean on the receptionist's desk and calmly tell her "I think I am losing my baby." as blood drips down your legs. No one tells you who to call. Should you interrupt your husband's time with his mistress? Make him hate you more? No. Instead, you call your friend, the one who has always been like a brother to you. The one who lives a few hours away with his wife and their newborn daughter. You'll wait for him, sitting alone in a hospital room as nurses run tests on you.

No one will tellyou how you are supposed to react when they come in and tell you that your baby-a boy, you learn-is gone. Your bump is still there, so how can he be gone? He. A sweet baby boy that you'll never get to meet. When Tony arrives, you can't get the words out. Saying it aloud will mean it's true. But he knows. He knows as soon as he walks through the door that the baby is gone. He doesn't bring it up and instead sits next to you, where your husband should be, and holds your hand. Your hand in his while you other hand cradles your bump. Your husband will return home the next morning to find your car gone with blood smeared everywhere. For the first time in months, he'll call your phone, wondering what was going on.

Tony will be the one who answers the phone when you're in surgery, the doctors wanting to make sure the contents of your womb are completely out. He'll be the one who tells your husband that you lost your baby. Tony will be the one to tell him to stop calling. Before your friend hangs up, Tony will tell your husband that he caused this, that his infidelity direct caused your miscarriage.

In that time, you'll finally lose it. It's like you're finally reacting to everything. You'll be drowning in anger, in sadness, in sorrow. How you managed this far you'll never understand. Tony will bar your husband and his mistress from coming anywhere close to your hospital room. Your life is falling apart at the seams and you're losing control of everything. You're unable to sleep, unable to eat. The last thing you've had was your baby and now that he's gone-Well you don't have anything left. You just want all of the pain to end and you'll tell Tony that. He'll will be worried and he'll ask for you to be put into a seventy-two hour hold. While this is happening, while your brain is being picked in order to see if you're going to harm yourself, Steve will be throwing away the bloody bed and getting rid of the ruined sheets and blankets.

Tony will decide that you can't go back to your home you share with Steve, but you also can't stay with him. He has a baby and you just lost yours. It's not right for you to stay there. So instead he takes you to Asgard's new home. You'll be thousands of miles away from the home you had wanted to raise a family in, away from your husband. Thor and Valkyrie will welcome you with open arms, helping you transition into your new lifestyle as you grieve. Tony will handle the divorce proceedings and Steve will get a new bed. Your things will be packed up and sent to you and you'll be completely removed from your husband.

And when Bruce and Rocket come knocking on your door three years later, begging for your help, you'll be forced to make a choice. And you'll sit there in your tiny cottage next to Thor's, thinking about what to do. And then you'll agree to help because you want to bring back half of the universe. You love saving people and it doesn't matter if you feel uncomfortable, you are going to help bring people back.

So when that beautiful man with the baby blue eyes comes up to you after a mission, a million dollar smile stretched across his nervous face and asks you to go on a date, heed this warning. He'll be amazing at first, but it'll go down hill so fast. Know that you were never his first choice, you were the only available one.

If you don't heed the first warning and you do go on a date with the blonde man, don't marry him. The marriage is a sham, something you'll do a year after half of the universe turns into dust. You'll be excited and it'll seem like he's really happy, but he isn't. He just wants purpose again and he won't get it from the marriage. He'll emotionally leave you and you'll try to stick it out.

Being with Steve Rogers will only end in pain, so save yourself the heartbreak and stay away.

[ground-riot-jack]

Can I - Bakugou

guess who can’t keep up with a series but has hella ideas for one shots :)

summary: based off the song Can I by Kehlani, i literally love that song and I think of bakugou every time i hear it.

warnings: some smut (MDNI), cursing, teasing, cheating, mentions of sex

Your body drops down on to the bed as you try catching your breath. You look up at the man above you, also trying to catch his breath. He sits on his knees and lightly rubs your thighs.

“Your pussy should be illegal brat” He chuckles, moving to stand up.

You reached out and grab his bicep before he gets to far away.

“Don’t tell me we’re stopping at just one round? I want the sequel Katsuki” You tease, doing your best to keep the man in your bed. It wasn’t your fault he was a complete sex god and knew exactly how to make you come apart in minutes.

He bites his lip in contemplation, checking the time on his phone before shutting it off.

“Fine but i’ve gotta be outta here in 2 hours, so no more begging” He states, crawling back over you.

“You love it when I beg” You pull him in for a kiss and oust your hips back into him and just like that, you’re both launched back into a state of ecstasy for another couple hours, responsibilities put on the back burner once again.

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“Hey extras, what’d i miss” You say, plopping down at your friend groups lunch table.

“God you’re starting to sound like bakugou” Kaminari states rolling his eyes.

“Speaking of, where is he?” Mina asks

“Him and Ochako said they’d be a few minutes late, she’s talking to a teacher i think” Kirishima responds, taking a huge bite of food.

“So they’re official now?” Mina asks, causing the table to dive into gossip as usual. Everyone adding their opinions. You decided to keep some things to yourself but couldn’t hide the smugness you felt knowing what you and katsuki have.

The gossip session chimes down as the aforementioned couple approaches the table. We all talk and make weekend plans for a few minutes before Bakugou says he’s throwing a party at his place.

“You? You’re throwing a party? You’re actually gonna let tons of shitty idiots into your place? Hah ya right” You laugh at the idea.

“Using my words huh? Some might think you’re a little obsessed with me y/n?” Bakugou quips back.

“Oh please, everyone knows you’re madly in love with me and are too scared to confess” You chuckle.

Ochako stands up and walks away, taking her lunch tray with her. No one says anything but we all look to Bakugou.

“She’ll be fine” He grunts, mumbling about the pain in the ass he calls his girlfriend. Everyone moves on and begins talking about their outfits for the party.

“Why don’t you just tell your girlfriend that your single?” You smirk leaning closer to Katsuki.

“I don’t understand how everyone thinks you’re a sweet little angel, but really you’re a evil pornstar tryna fuck me every chance you get” He growls in your ear.

Ochako comes back with no lunch and a water bottle, sitting close to katsuki. You stand and pack up your mess.

“Alright bro, i gotta hit the library, game tonight?” You dap up all the boys in your group winking at Mina before leaving, putting a bit of extra swish in your hips, knowing who’s watching.

“How the fuck did you even meet her and why does she hang around?” Ochako spits at Bakugou.

“She’s one of the bros, relax” He rolls his eyes, moving to busy himself on his phone. He checks his notifications and sees a text from you.

shitty girl 🙄

You look stressed :( need head?

i know it’s ur fav

You’re being a little loud with your feelings baby

Fuck you, i’m coming over

He smiles locking his phone, he stands and throws his lunch away, telling his girlfriend some excuse about the gym before walking back to his room.

He pushes open his door and sees you laying in his bed on your stomach, reading a book while kicking your feet. He grabs your ankle and pulls you down to him. He flips you over and grabs your neck.

“You gonna be nice and quiet for me?” He immediately dips into your neck.

“No promises. Why’d you wear a white shirt? Just gonna be soaked through with my juices.” You smirk back.

“We’ll see about that.” He laughs, setting his phone on the bedside table.

“Making a sex tape Dynamight?”

“you bet your ass i am” He says his attention back on you.

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You and mina finish up your outfits and makeup, checking eachother to make sure you look your absolute best. You take an uber from Minas apartment to Bakugous, bottles in hand.

You knock on the door, and are greeted by bakugou in a black t-shirt, gold chain and jeans. It’s blows your mind how hot he can look in a simple outfit.

“Who the fuck are you” He jokes.

“Hi i’m Hell, nice to meet ya” You wink handing him the bottle and slipping in the door.

“You know you’re fucking with a demon, i want you on your best behavior tonight or else” Katsuki growls quietly in your ear as you stand in the kitchen making a drink.

“Anything to please you King Explosion Murder” You joke, walking away to join the rest of your friends.

You end up in the same place you’re always in when you party with bakugou, bent over the bathroom sink, brain melting at the pleasure.

“Fuck i’m close baby, where ya want me?” Bakugou grunts, pace never faltering.

“Inside me please” You cry out

“Fuck such a good little slut, want to make a daddy yea?” He groans while finishing. You both clean eachother up and head back to the party as normal as possible.

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After a few hours, everyone has moved back to their respective homes. You couldn’t help but think about Katsuki, you’d gotten used to him being in your bed until you fell asleep, even if he was gone by the morning.

Your phone began to ring, pulling you out of your thoughts. It’s Bakugou.

“Hey Suki”

“Can I stop by?” He whispers

“why are you whispering?”

“Ochakos sleeping in my bed, can i please. Need to see you tonight”

“You’ve already seen me Suki, you can come over but, we can’t keep doing this” You sigh. He agrees then hangs up. Moments later there’s a light knock on your door. As soon as you open it, you’re swooped up in a kiss.

“I need you, not just in the sex way, but like I need you. I don’t want her, just wanted to make Deku jealous. Want you” He speaks in between kisses.

“Can we figure out the logistics after please Suki?” You beg.

“Of course baby, after” He pulls you down the hall and into the bed, beginning the same dance you’ve become so used too.

[eclectickss]

Make Me Feel Special (2/2)

Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!Reader

Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.

Link to Part One also tags: @bowtothewitch <3

Warnings: no plot, mommy issues/kink, major age gap (reader is of age), cursing, smut- praise kink, use of strap-on, tell me if i missed something!

Word Count: 2k?

A/N: if anybody was wondering, this Agatha is a mix of episode 9 Agatha and Eve Fletcher because i’m a whore for Eve Fletcher. Also this is my first time writing a strap-on so pls let me know if i did it right :/ALSO THANK YOU FOR 50 60 FOLLOWERS!!!

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“I want you to make me feel special, mommy.”

She stared at you with your large duffle bag at your feet, and you couldn’t decide whether her gaze was desperate or thankful. She wanted someone to take care of, and here you were, asking her to do just that.

“What made you make up your mind, darling?” She was struggling to not give into the temptation of dragging you inside and taking you on the steps right then and there.

“Jane called you a selfish bitch when she doesn’t even try to understand me and what I want. And what I want is somebody to take care of me, for once. I want somebody in charge of me. I want somebody on top of me. To help of me. To comfort me, to touch me... to lov-“

Agatha walked up to you and put a finger on your lips, putting a silence to your voice.

“I know, babygirl.” Agatha dragged her finger off of your mouth and brought her hand around to the back of your neck, pulling your lips ever so close to hers.

“I’m not going to make you feel special, honey. I’m going to remind you that you already are.”

And with that, her lips grazed yours, and finally met in a rage of lust and desire.

Agatha snaked her other hand around your waist and up your spine, somehow managing to pull you closer than before. When the strong kiss broke, you groaned, Agatha’s taste lingering on the tip of your tongue like an ingrained memory that you never wanted to forget.

The two of you shared heavy breaths, reminiscing in the other’s gaze.

“C’mon babygirl. Let’s get you inside.” She whispered, picking up the bag at your feet. She dragged you by the wrist, not giving you much time to take in the beauty of her home. You caught a glimpse of a grand kitchen and living space, but you were tripping up the stairs before you could register anything else.

“I will show you your room tomorrow.” She dropped your bag at the top of the steps. “Something else needs my immediate attention.” She continued to drag you along as she started down a hallway. She stopped at the last door and pulled you up against the wall next to it.

“Are you sure about this?” In all seriousness, she met your lustful eyes with her own.

“Fuck, yes.” You almost whined, but a shock of pain was sent through your body as she pressed you into the wall.

“Yes, what?... babygirl.” You groaned as the added pressure only turned you on. “Try that again for me.”

“Please fuck me, mommy.”

Agatha almost growled from hearing that, finally opening the door and pulling you in with her.

“Up.” She ran her hands down the back of your thighs and you jumped up to squeeze her hips, surprised to find out that there was no struggle to keep you up. She was strong.

Your arms wrapped around her neck as you pulled her into a deep kiss, and soon after, her own lips made contact with the skin just below your ear. She moved her playful bites around until you flinched, meaning she had found your sweet spot.

“Oh, god,” You grumbled, trying to pull her head in closer. You could feel her smirk against your growing bruises. It all felt so wrong, but so incredibly right.

She made her way over to the bed with you still on her hips, finally setting you down on the mattress just before your legs went numb. You watched as Agatha pulled her purple top off and did the same with your loose t-shirt. Your eyes stared at her chest, knowing you should meet her eyes, but incapable of finding the will to do so.

She groped at your breasts before sliding her hands to the top of your sweatpants, fingers dancing around the tie before finally pulling the string lose. Agatha noticed how you stared at her image as she pulled off your bottoms, leaving you only in a bra and panties.

“Now tonight is all about you, babygirl. You can touch whatever you like, moan how ever loud you want... ask anything of me...” She breathed. “It won’t always be like this, but tonight is all about you.”

You whimpered are her words. “But I want mommy to be proud of me. I want mommy to feel good too.”

“You want to lick this cunt?” Agatha asked as she pulled down her jeans, revealing her black lace panties. She now crawled on top of you, her face hovering over your own.

You nodded at her question.

“Use your words.”

“Yes please, mommy.” You whined as Agatha pressed her lips back onto yours.

“Undress me, then. I’m all yours tonight, babygirl.” She smirked, leaving you with another breathtaking kiss. You happily snaked your hands around her back, unclasping her bra and immediately attaching your lips to one of her nipples, beginning to twist and pinch the other with your hand.

Agatha groaned above you, and the slickness in-between your legs screamed. Your other hand slid to the top of her underwear, and when you moved your mouth to her other breast, you used both hands to slide the garment down her body.

She helped you the rest of the way, and finally moved to hover her dripping pussy above your face. You could feel the heat above you, and the taunting smell almost drove you insane.

you latched your hands onto her hips as you closed the distance between your mouth and her cunt, relishing in the moan that escaped her body when your tongue finally reached her aching core.

“Babygirl...” You dragged through her wetness, quickly flicking her clit before diving into Agatha’s center. Your hands reached up to hold her down and play with her breasts while you slowly explored her insides. “That feels so good.”

You smiled. I made my mommy feel like that. I make her happy.

You brought one of your hands down and replaced a finger for your tongue, sliding it in as your mouth paid attention to her clit. You began to pump and suck slowly, paying attention to how Agatha reacted to your every move.

“Mommy wants more.” You groaned at the request, sending Agatha even higher into heaven as your vibrations ripped through her pussy.

You picked up your speed and inserted another finger. You also tested out different things with your tongue, noticing how your pointed tongue made her squirm, your flat one made her head roll back, and your sucking made her do all the above and more.

“Mommy is gonna cum, babygirl. Let her cum.”

You hummed and put a little more pressure in all the right places, finally witnessing her come unraveled on top of you.

Agatha twitched as you helped her off of her high, cleaning up the mess that you left behind.

“You did so good, honey. Mommy is so proud.” You blushed as she sat back to kiss you, her leftover cum rubbing onto the base of your stomach. She tasted herself in your mouth and smirked.

“Is my baby ready to be rewarded?” Agatha taunted, carrying her light touch across your chest.

“Please, mommy.” You went to slip your bra off of your shoulders, but she stopped you.

“No, honey. Let me do that.” She reached under your arched back to unclasp the article, allowing it to thud onto the floor.

“Oh, baby, mommy is so excited to play with you,” Agatha spoke seductively while staring at your exposed chest, and if your cunt wasn’t begging for attention before, it sure as hell was now.

She reached her hands down to stroke your thighs, and you whimpered.

“Patience, darling.” She chuckled as she slid down further on you and started biting at your breasts. You moaned so loud, but you didn’t feel guilty about it whatsoever. One of Agatha’s long fingers danced over your covered core, and your hips bucked.

She laughed. “Alright honey, i’m done teasing.” You gave a breath of relief. She slid off the of the bed, pulling your panties along with her. She discarded the garment as she walked over to the nightstand, swaying her hips because she knew that you were watching.

“What are you doing?” She opened the bottom drawer to the piece of furniture. Without saying anything, she pulled out a large purple dildo, and you eyes widened.

“It’s ok, babygirl. we’ll take it nice and slow. I’ll even lube it up for you, although i’m sure you’re wet enough to take it dry.” You whined, knowing that she was probably right.

“Okay, mommy.” You follwed her movements as she strapped into the toy, picking up the lube and getting some on her hands. She climbed back on the bed and straddled your hips, making sure you had a good view.

She took her hands and began covering the dildo, and your insides turned as you watched her stroke and rub the lube all over.

“Are you ready for mommy’s cock, darling?” She smirked up at you.

“Yes mommy. Please.” You whined, begging her to fuck you senseless.

“Good girl.” She lifted your knees up to your chest, and you wrapped your arms around your shins to hold your legs in place.

Agatha ran one of her long fingers through your cunt, bringing it up to her mouth and moaning at the taste of you.

“You taste amazing, honey.” She said as she slowly slipped the toy inside of you, earning another whine out of your mouth. You sounded like a whore, but you didn’t care.

Once Agatha’s skin was flush with yours and the toy was as far in as it could go, she paused.

“Let mommy know when you’re ready to start.” Agatha reached down and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, making you nod and lean into the touch. Once you felt comfortable, you replied.

“I’m ready for you to fuck me, mommy.” You nearly whispered in anticipation.

“Good girl,” She hummed, slowly pumping the dildo in and out of you. You watched as her breasts moved with her thrusts, feeling sensations that matched her movements perfectly.

Eventually, the need for more arose, and you started rocking in time with her pumps.

“Shh, baby,” Agatha held your body still. “Let mommy do the work.” You relished in the way that her hands ran their way up and around your torso and chest, soon enough finding their way to your clit as her speed increased.

The moan that you released made Agatha smile, as she started applying more pressure and sending the dildo deeper. You could hear your dripping pussy as she railed into you, your body bouncing with her sheer force.

“I think i’m gonna cum, mommy. Can I cum?” You whined, throwing your head back from the stimulation.

“Of course, babygirl.” Agatha stroked. “Soak my cock, honey, whenever your ready.” She met your gaze, and her glare is finally what pushed you over the edge. You silently screamed, arching your back as far as you could in that position and squeezing your thighs to your chest.

Instead of slowing down, though, Agatha pushed you into another orgasam, and but the time you had realized what she had done, you couldn’t process any information.

It took a moment for you to slow your breath, but when you finally did, you found Agatha staring at you with an expression that you couldn’t recognize yet.

“What?” You blushed, watching her slowly pull out of you and take the strap-on off. You twitched at one spot, and she gave you a soft smirk.

“Thank you.” You looked at her funny.

“What for?”

“Letting me take care of you.” She replied sincerely. You sheepishly smiled, catching the glint in her eyes.

“Anytime.” You said, repositioning yourself to sit up. You leaned in to give her a kiss, and you felt her smile against your lips.

“Alright, c’mon now baby. Let’s get you cleaned up and tucked in.” She grabbed your hand and helped you off of the mattress, holding onto your shoulder as the two of you made your way to the shower.

This was someone you could get used to.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Morning Routine Pt.2 (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part One

Pairing: Videographer! Wooyoung × Camgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Loving his new job as the videographer for a camgirl, Wooyoung has no idea about the new project she has in mind for her channel.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Non-established relationship, p*rn filming, use of sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, handjob, p*rn viewing, unprotected shower sex (always use protection), slight degradation, multiple orgasm (female) these horny mfs can't keep their hands off each other, Y/N has a thing for Wooyoung's arms (who doesn't?)

Taglist: @seacottons @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie @mingismoon @ateezbabysitters

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Wooyoung threw his head back, eyes shut as his mouth uttered out some rather loud and harsh grunts. Tiny sweat beads formed along his hairline, his forehead creasing slightly as he fully immersed himself on stroking his hard length. His head was filled with images of the previous night with his new housemate, images of her dressed in the most alluring black playboy bunny outfit bodysuit, completed with ears, collar, cuffs and everything else. It was like a dream come true, watching her look extremely pretty as she played around with her pussy in front of him as he filmed her. To continue the bunny theme, she had taken out her pink rabbit vibrator, making sure to tease him, and her viewers later, by licking the longer part of the device, covering it in her spit before inserting it inside her tight little hole. Wooyoung would never get the picture out of his head as he witnessed her overstimulating herself over and over until she had tears brimming down her cheeks.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" She gasped violently as tiny spurts of her orgasm squirted out, staining the carpet underneath her. Wooyoung didn't even know that she was capable of squirting like that, but it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen before his eyes.

"Holy shit."

Just remembering that image had him holding himself up on the vanity counter with his free hand, the other furiously pumping his shaft with intensity as his white semen started to pour out of him and spill onto the floor. He panted heavily as he came down from his high, chest heaving up before lowering back down. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he grabbed a couple of tissues and proceeded to clean up the mess he had made, discarding the waste into the basket underneath the vanity. Pulling his pants back up and throwing on his black sweater, he looked at his reflection in the mirror one last time, only needing to fix the part on his growing black hair. Satisfied with how he looked, he came out of the bathroom and picked up his bag that he had laid out on his bed, books and materials ready for the day.

Stepping out of his room, he had to do a step back when a certain feline scared him by her mere presence outside his door, meowing loudly at him, almost like a whine.

"Oh god, don't scare me like that Baby." Smiling he stooped down to try and pet her head, but in her usual fashion, she hissed at him before scurrying off. Wooyoung let out a sigh and shook his head.

"One week after moving here and she still treats me so coldly." He didn't understand what was up with that cat, seemingly warming up to him only to revert back to her aggresive behavior.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, his face broke out into a smile as the object of his deepest fantasies and affection was currently standing in front of the sink again, finishing up her task of drying the dishes she had just meticulously washed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts and cotton underwear. Coming up behind her, his hands cupped at her waist as his lips pressed themselves against her cheek.

"Took you a while to come out." She chuckled softly, knowing exactly what he had been doing in the bathroom.

"Morning to you too beautiful." He greeted her, lips pulling away only to dive into the side of her neck.

"Woo, you're going to be late for school." She reminded him yet made no effort to push him off her, enjoying the way his hands caressed her hips too much.

"No I'm not, I still got plenty of time."

Turning her around, he wasted no time in connecting their lips together, parting and closing them over hers in a fervent and needy way. Y/N couldn't suppress a moan when one of his hands dropped in between her thighs and caressed its way up. His palm started to rub her clothed heat, paying close attention to the wet spot starting to form at the bottom of them. Y/N gasped into Wooyoung's mouth when he suddenly slipped his hand inside her panties, fingers immediately working on her clit.

"Wooyoung please.." She whimpered, hands clutching onto his arms. Even through the fabric of his thick sweater, she could still feel the muscles of his strong biceps and that turned her on even more. Her hands grazed across his arms, and Wooyoung chuckled lowly as he knew what she was doing.

"Love my arms babygirl? Yes you do, especially when they're manhandling you down on the bed."

It was a good thing his arms were holding her up because she nearly fell to the floor as her mind recalled all the times she had been pinned down to her bed or to wall by Wooyoung's biceps. It was a borderline fetish now and she was not ashamed of it. Y/N began whining as Wooyoung's fingers continued playing with her little nub.

"Woo..." Her breath hitched, a sign she was about to cum, body growing hotter by the second.....

Until a disgruntled cat broke the two apart, pouncing on Wooyoung from behind as her claws dug into his thighs as they usually tended to do.

"Oh my god Baby would you kindly fuck off?!" Wooyoung exclaimed as he backed away from his lover in pain as he tried to get the Persian cat off his body.

Y/N immediately went over and grabbed her, her master's touch making her calm down and retract her claws enough to pry her off Wooyoung. The poor boy was rubbing on the attacked spot, face grimacing at the dull pain. Looking back, he narrowed his eyes at the cat, who likewise had her pupils turning into slits when she noticed him glaring.

"God dammit, can't even play with my favorite pussy because that demon pussycat wants to be a cockblocker."

As if understanding him, the cat hissed at him once more, body trying to jump out of Y/N's arms and no doubt lunge at the man in front of her.

"Ok ok that's enough. I think you need some catnip to help calm you down." Y/N kissed the top of her pet's head, trying hard to appease her.

"And you should probably start heading to school. Don't waste anymore time."

Wooyoung grabbed his bag again and slumped it over his shoulder.

"Fine, only cause you ask me to."

He came up to try and kiss her goodbye, but when the feline got agitated once more, he decided against it.

"Ok I'll see you later." Wooyoung waved at her.

"Don't forget, we're filming something else later tonight as well." Y/N smirked, petting the top of her cat's head in a comically fashion.

"Oh please, do tell me what my favorite porn star is planning." His teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he stared her up and down.

Holding a finger up to her lips, Y/N giggled.

"It's a surprise and you get to find out when you come back."

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With eyes glued to the screen, Wooyoung continued to edit the video in front of him. He had been so immersed in his other endeavors with Y/N that he had nearly abandoned his other pending projects he needed to turn in. Luckily for him, it was rather easy since they weren't that difficult. The hard part was trying to ignore his classmates that were sitting and hovering around the computer next to him, giggling and snorting amongst themselves.

"Honestly, where's that mean, grouchy librarian when you need her to shut some idiots up?" Wooyoung thought to himself, twirling the pencil that was currently held between his index and middle finger.

Judging by the tiny crowd next to him and the weird moans faintly coming out of the speaker, he knew for sure that they were definitely not watching something family friendly.

"Typical." He mused to himself, humming out a little tune in hopes of drowning out their incessant and lewd chatter.

"Ok but guys, I need to introduce you all to this really hot camgirl I recently found. You won't believe it." One of the older guys named Seonghwa lightly pushed his way in the middle, fingers delicately typing away at the keys in front of him. Scrolling down for a while, he found what he was looking for and promptly clicked on it.

"This was her most recent one. Literally uploaded last night."

Although the volume was turned significantly low so that nobody suspected anything, Wooyoung's ears perked up as they distinguished an extremely familiar voice whispering obscene and dirty phrases towards her audience, ones that had been repeated over and over in his head for a while. Slightly pushing his chair away from the table, Wooyoung leaned back and tilted his head as unsuspecting as he possibly could to look over and get a glimpse of what his classmates were looking at. Just as he suspected, on the screen was none other than his beloved roommate in the attire she had worn the previous night. His face blushed slightly and he quickly looked away, afraid of getting caught looking over at their direction.

"Damn she's smoking hot." A classmate his age, Mingi spoke up.

"You know I'm more of a cat person, but fuck. I'd let that bunny hop herself on my lap and rut her sweet little ass on my cock."

Wooyoung's thumb pressed hard against the pencil he was holding, a tiny vein popping out of his neck that showed his displeasure at hearing such things being said about his fuck buddy.

"Keep dreaming Choi San." Wooyoung muttered under his breath in a passive aggressive tone.

"Ok but seriously, who's the bastard that gets to film her videos?" Mingi asked, a hand coming up to push up the glasses that were falling low on his nose bridge.

"Whoever he is, he's seriously one lucky guy." Seonghwa stated with a gloomy look.

"Yeah. Probably gets to jerk himself right in front of her as he's filming no doubt." San huffed, voice clearly laced with envy.

Wooyoung tried but failed in keeping a straight face, a smug grin appearing on his lips as he continued his task at hand.

"No but I get her to help me out after each session." He seriously wanted to say that out loud, but he contented himself with that knowledge that was a secret between him, Y/N and her cute yet menacing cat.

"Fuck it, I'm subscribing to her channel. Do you know when her next video will be up?" San whipped out his phone, tapping away at the keyboard as he looked up Y/N's camgirl profile on the website.

"I don't know but she's been a lot more active recently, posting a lot more content than before." Seonghwa answered.

"Great, cause I can't wait for her next project."

Wooyoung laughed inside himself when he heard San say that

"Trust me, neither can I...."

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With the camera held in his hands and the all too familiar throbbing inside his pants, Wooyoung kept his gaze locked on Y/N as she was spread across her bed. If he thought she looked stunning the night before, it was nothing compared to what she had on at the moment. Her body was exceptional beautiful in the glittering body chain lingerie consisting of a silver rhinestone bra that had a connecting waist belt with metallic tassels dangling from the ends. To top it all off, not only was her makeup more extravagant than the ordinary, but she had even gone as far as applying sparkling highlighter on some parts of her body like her shoulders, collarbone and the top of her breasts. She truly looked like an ethereal queen, one that many people would love to get a glimpse of up close and personal.

Y/N was a mess of stuttering gasps and whiny moans as she continued bouncing herself on the 8" dildo in between her thighs. She often open her eyes and look at the camera with a hazy look while adding a few comments that were bound to rile her viewers even further.

"I'm so close. I'm gonna cum...." She exhaled deeply, teeth biting harshly down at her lip.

"Are you gonna cum with me?"

Wooyoung felt like he very well could cum untouched just by the sheer sight of her. The dildo was lodged so deep inside of her, one could see it bulge out of her lower abdomen. She herself knew it as well as her hand brushed along the outline of it.

"Your cock feels so good inside me, I don't think I can hold off any longer."

With hands firmly pressed on the mattress to hold her up, she fucked herself so roughly down onto the sex toy, her cries becoming more loud and staggered.

"Oh fuck! Cum with me! Please cum inside this pussy of mine." She pleaded.

She collapsed on the bed after reaching an intense high, her mouth agape as she took in deep breaths to calm her heated body. Reaching down, she pulled out the dildo, a thin clear line of arousal coming out as well. Holding it up, she waved it in front of the camera, knowing fully well Wooyoung had zoomed in close to her face.

"Until next time my darlings." She giggled and gave an expert wink at the lenses in front of her.

"And cut."

As soon as he said those words, Y/N sat up and took hold of Wooyoung's arm rather sharply, pulling him so he could follow her into her bathroom.

"Whoah, still got energy left after that show princess?" He snorted when she closed the door behind them.

Huffing softly, she took the camera out of his hands and carefully placed it on the vanity counter.

"I'm sticky, sweaty and in need of a shower." Within giving any other explanation, she began unzipping Wooyoung's pants and sliding then down his legs.

"And I'm here because....?" Although he knew very well why she dragged him with her, he still loved feigning like he didn't know what she was up to.

"Because showers are a lot more fun when you have company." Looking up at him, she smiled and tapped on the bottom of his shirt, a signal for him to remove it, which he of course did.

After a pile of clothes was accumulated neatly and tossed in a corner, the two individuals stepped inside the glass surrounded shower. Turning it on to a cool temperature, both of them emitted soft sighs at the feeling of the refreshing water pouring down their bodies. Taking hold of her pink and soft sponge, Wooyoung took it upon himself to clean her body of the sparkling residue left from the makeup. Making sure to create as much lather as possible, he began to gently swipe the sponge across her body with slow and gentle movements, being careful with her skin lest he accidentally scrubbed too hard. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but she loved having intimate moments like this with him. Taking showers together just because, without needing anything to happen between them. Cooking together, which she ended up finding out Wooyoung was an above average cook, which added to his fatal charms that had her melting for him. Or just cuddling together on the couch as a movie played, more often than not ending with one of them on the floor after they decided to start play wrestling amongst themselves, both of them in fits of giggles afterwards.

After making sure to cover her body with the floral scented soap, Wooyoung stepped back and moved her so the majority of the shower head was aimed at her, rinsing off the foam around her body. Watching it trail off her figure and down the drain, he let out a satisfied smile at his work.

"All better?"

Instead of answering, Y/N came up to him and rested her head on his chest, eyes closing as her hands took hold of his arms to wrap them around her. Getting the hint, Wooyoung held her body against his, fingers lightly running themselves down her back in soothing strokes. Reaching up, her hands came up to rest against the muscles on his upper arms, fingers tapping against his skin every now and then. Wooyoung couldn't help but laugh softly when he felt her grip tighten around them.

"What exactly is it about my arms that makes you horny over them?" He questioned her.

Frowning slightly, Y/N pulled away to look at him.

"I do not get horny over your arms, excuse me." She defended herself against what she considered to be slanderous talk.

Quirking an eyebrow up, Wooyoung let out a scoff.

"Oh really? Then tell me everytime I wear a sleeveless shirt, you're practically drooling and keep your eyes off them?"

It was a good thing there was water splashing all over them or else Y/N wouldn't have been able to camouflage the subtle blush that appeared on her cheeks.

"I do not." She interjected.

Shaking his head in a teasing fashion, Wooyoung leaned in and pecked her lips.

"Beg your pardon miss, but I've seen the way you eye them, especially during my workouts."

Making sure to flex his muscles, Wooyoung gripped her tighter against his body, pressing her unbelievably close as his arms encapsulated most of her body, leaving her slightly out of breath from the tight squeeze he gave her.

"Is it cause you like having me smother you in an embrace with them?"

Wanting to play around with her even more, he suddenly pressed her back against the tile wall, arms coming down to place themselves at the back of her thighs.

"Or cause you like it when I man handle you like this?"

Y/N groaned when she felt Wooyoung's mouth start pressing kisses along her jaw and neck, tilting it back so he could have more space to work with. He chuckled when he felt her breath hitch.

"You're so easy to rile up beautiful." He pointed out in a cocky manner.

Not wanting to let him get away with his behavior, Y/N slid a hand down his chest before taking hold of his dick, making it spring back to life and get hard once more after forgetting how aroused it was when the cold water splashed onto it. She made sure to pump it vigorously, causing Wooyoung to pull back and moan loudly at her ministrations.

"I could say the same about you handsome. Just one brush of my hand against your thighs and your little friend comes up to greet me."

Closing her lips over his, any sound about to escape was muffled by her tongue which slid its way inside his mouth, massaging itself against his own wet muscle. As one hand continued stroking along his shaft, her other hand came down to cup underneath and fondle his balls. That action further fed his aching need to bury himself inside her wetness.

"Getting a little hot my love? Bothered? I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand." Knowing exactly what she was doing, she squeezed his balls rather hard as her thumb circled around his tip. That and the fact she bit down at Wooyoung's bottom lip was enough to make him lose control of his senses. He could no longer hold back after hours of having her tease him.

Prying her hands off him, he placed one hand on the back of her thigh and wrapped her leg up around his waist, allowing him to slide his length rather easily past her folds to rest inside her heat. Pressing her back against the wall once more, Wooyoung dropped his other hand down to her other thigh.

"Hold onto my arms." He whispered against her ear, a command she didn't need to be told twice as her hands placed themselves on his biceps. Hoisting her other leg around his waist, Wooyoung didn't wait any longer and immediately began slamming his hips into her. Having been sexually frustrated since their interruption that morning, both of them basked in the enjoyment of having their lower bodies connect again.

"Oh fuck- you're still tight even after fucking yourself wide open with that dildo?"

Y/N's hands clung tighter to his arms, nails nearly digging into his skin. Her wails were only half heard due to the pounding of Wooyoung's cock that had her back hitting against the wall behind her, cutting off her sounds midway. The way he gripped at her thighs was so strong that she had no doubt about having purple bruises on those spots for days to come, but she didn't care. Her mind was too focused on the overwhelming feeling of his cock inside her, cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

"You like me fucking you like this baby? Cock deep inside this little pussy of yours?" He taunted her as his timed thrusts continued to impale her tight core, slick and warm walls tightening around his hard shaft.

"Yes! Fuck me just like you are doing!" She exclaimed, eyes looking down to watch as his cock drove out of her only to ram itself back in. At this point she was becoming light headed, feeling intoxicated by the tension building in her body, ready to snap at any moment.

"Fuck! You're gonna make me cum!" She whimpered as she clawed into his arm muscles, making Wooyoung hiss.

"Then fucking cum like the slut you are." He growled against her ear.

With a piercing shriek, her walls tightened unbearably against his length, pulsating as she came hard all over him. Even during the peak of her climax, Wooyoung maintained his pace and harsh pounding, not giving her an ounce of pity to diminish the euphoric sensation overtaking her. Pulling out of her and safely bringing her back down, Wooyoung tilted her chin up so she could look into his lust filled face.

"If you think we're done, you're wrong baby. I'm not quite done with you yet."

Swinging her body to the left, Wooyoung pressed her body up against the clear glass window that covered the shower. Taking hold of her hips, Wooyoung's cock lodged itself inside her warm walls once more, the sound of smacking skin bouncing against the walls. Y/N placed her palms against the clear glass to keep her steady as his hungry cock fucked her in a furious rhythm. She could barely keep her eyes open as she was overly sensitive from not only her previous orgasm but from having played with herself rather intensely during their filming session.

"Fuck- your cock feels amazing." She moaned out in a low and airy tone.

"Yeah? Is it better than all those toys you fuck yourself with?" Wooyoung cooed against her ear.

"God yes! Way better. Wooyoung you fuck me so good." She responded, her wailing becoming higher in pitch as another build up began to rise up in her.

"So good that you'll cum for me a second time? Will you?" Y/N knew that wasn't a request, it was an order, an order that her body couldn't resist fulfilling, especially when the angle his hips hit against her ass had the head of his cock brushing against her g-spot continuously.

"Cum on me one more time beautiful. Let me feel you again."

Falling under the spell of his command, Y/N let out sputters of his name as her legs trembled under her, threatening to give out on holding her up had Wooyoung not had his hands keeping her upright as he kept pushing his cock into her from behind. It wasn't long before he himself felt himself being tipped over the edge.

"Shit! Oh shit!"

With a few more pops of his hips, he was done, spurt after spurt of cum filling her pussy up until it started running down her legs, getting swallowed up and washed away along with the rest of the water pouring out from above them. They both stayed still for a couple seconds, each one trying to catch their breath and steady their heartbeats. Resting his forehead atop of her shoulder, Wooyoung's raspy breaths were the only things she could hear.

"Fuck Y/N....." She let out an involuntary smile when he whispered that, his labored breathing telling her he enjoyed that quite a lot.

Withdrawing himself from between her legs, Wooyoung's dick softening after finally being able to find release in Y/N's body. Making sure to do a final rinse to clean up any leftover cum, Wooyoung turned off the water and carefully guided Y/N out the shower, knowing fully well her thighs were burning after all that.

"Easy there beautiful, don't worry I got you." He smiled ever so sweetly at her as he picked up a towel and draped it over her shoulders. Y/N let out a groan as she reclined back against the counter, exhausted from their intense love session.

"Wooyoung, could you please get me my pajamas and help me dress?" Her bottom lip poked out, voice slightly frigging after having her vocal chords nearly ripped out from all the screaming his cock had her doing.

"Of course beautiful. I'll be right back."

Booping his nose against hers, Wooyoung tied a towel around his waist before scurrying out of the bathroom in search of something comfortable for Y/N to wear. Through pained hisses, Y/N managed to turn her body so she was facing the mirror in front of her. Bending down, her face gave out a tired smile towards the camera that she had placed strategically on the counter beforehand, the tiny red light indicating it had been recording everything that happened in the shower, unbeknownst to her partner who was still in her drawers looking for her clothes. Reaching over, she stopped the film and made sure to save the file, a sly smirk on her face as her mind was already coming up with the title of her next project.

"Fucking my camera boy in the shower without him knowing...."

[ragingbookdragon]

I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 3

Batfamily x Batsis Story!

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst! Tags!: @itsnottilly @cloudyskylines

Author's Note: DUN DUN DUN!!!! Y'all enjoy this now, because it's only gonna get so much more angstier soon. -Thorne

Set Three Months After PT. 2:

She didn’t have to look up to know who entered the shop, because his voice carried over the air. “Melisandre!”

Humming, she immediately plated a pastry and a hot coffee, sliding it on the counter just as he sat down. “Good morning, Wally,” she greeted, watching him take a bite. “Right on time, as always.”

He smiled, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. “Morming Merisamdmur,” he replied, and she rolled her eyes with a snort.

“Jeez Wally, didn’t your mom teach you to not talk with your mouth full?”

Shrugging, he swallowed and said, “I was trying to be polite.”

“I think it’s more polite to chew with your mouth closed and speak after you swallow.”

They glared at each other before one of them cracked a smile and they fell into laughter. She tossed a napkin his way. “How’s your day going so far?”

Wally groaned and laid his head on the cool marble countertop. “I’ve got so much to do today, it’s not even funny.”

“Well, well, Wally the procrastinator is finally feeling his toes at the fire, huh?” She ignored his glare. “What do you have to do?”

“Barry needs my help with my cousins and my friends are coming over today to hangout and I haven’t bought any food or drinks for that and I have yet to even start cleaning my house.”

She giggled and reached over, patting his head sympathetically. “There, there, Wally. Everything will be alright. Why don’t you just bring your cousins over to your house and watch them while you hang out with your friends?”

“Because my cousins are annoying and I’m not subjecting my friends to that,” he countered and propped his chin on his palm. “Unless…”

She cocked a brow and waited for him to continue and he offered, “You come over with my cousins and help me watch them?”

“No.”

“What! Why?”

“Well for starters, I don’t know your friends and it would be weird for me to just show up.” She countered.

“They’ll like you though!” he cried, and his hand shot out, wrapping around hers. “Please, Melisandre!”

“Wally, I’ll just watch your cousins at my apartment and Iris can just come get them later, that’ll be easier and won’t force me to sit in a group of people who don’t know me.” He tried to speak but she tossed another napkin, hitting him in the face. “I’m watching Dawn and Don so you and your friends can hang out without being bothered, and that’s final.”

His face pinched. “You sure you can keep up with them?”

Something passed between them and she quirked a brow. “I can keep up with you, can’t I, Wally?”

Wally chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, that’s a fair point.” He glanced at her. “They would like you though.”

She ignored the comment in favor of, “Tell me about them. What are they like?”

He inhaled sharply and took a moment to think. “Donna’s strong willed, Roy’s loud, Lilith likes to get in your head, Garth is easy to annoy, and Dick’s kinda the glue that keeps us together.”

“Dick? He get that from Richard by asking nicely?��

Wally barked a laugh. “Oh, I’m definitely gonna tell him you said that.” He nodded. “But yeah, his name is Richard Grayson, but he goes by Dick.”

Her eyes almost bulged out of her head and she was lucky that Wally was looking at his watch then.

Don’t ask. Don’t do it. Leave it alone.

But she couldn’t stop herself.

“Richard Grayson?” she feigned. “Why does that name sound familiar?”

Wally met her eyes. “Bruce Wayne.”

She snapped her fingers. “Right! The ward.” Wiping the counter, she added, “I heard they added a new addition to that family too. A daughter, right? Cassie? Cassidy?”

“Cassandra,” Wally corrected. “Yeah, that’s Dick’s new sister.” He put his elbows on the counter. “She’s nice, doesn’t talk a lot though.”

“The quiet one, then?”

He laughed. “Of them all.”

Don’t dig any deeper, (Y/N). Keep your fucking mouth shut and let it go.

“I always wondered what happened to that other daughter he had,” she murmured, and Wally’s face blanched like he’d witnessed a murder.

“What?”

She met his gaze. “He had another daughter. I think her name was (Y/N).”

He swallowed thickly. “He does.”

“Does? She’s still around?”

“Yeah, she’s in some Italian villa.”

“Wait really? I thought she died or something?”

“What? No! She left—” Wally snapped his mouth shut like he was about to reveal a secret, but she knew anyways. “She left and went to Europe for a mental retreat.” He finalized and she wondered if that was the story Dick told him to say if anyone asked. Or maybe it was Bruce.

“It’s been like three years now, right? You’d think she’d post something on social media.”

“The whole point of a mental retreat, Melisandre, is to get away from social media.”

Oh please, I know plenty of elite who do that shit and still post crap on their socials.

“There’s no way that girl hasn’t.”

“Why do you say that?”

She scoffed. “Oh please, she’s the daughter of a multi-billionaire. There’s no way a girl that wears Gucci belts and carries Prada purses keeps herself off social media.”

Wally’s eyes narrowed like he was thinking hard about something and she internally cursed.

Oh, smooth move you dumbass.

She coughed and waved a hand. “Well, it’s all theory anyway.”

After a moment, he nodded. “Yeah…theory.” Wally got to his feet and handed her the empty plate. “I should go ahead and get back to my place and clean up before they get here.”

“Have fun,” she smiled, and he grabbed her arm.

“Take a pic with me.”

“What? Why?”

“So, I can tell my friends about you and prove I’m not lying.” He pouted. “Pretty please, Melisandre?”

Don’t do it. Dick will know. You know he’ll know.

She smiled despite her internal thoughts. “Sure.”

Wally grinned and raised the camera where she was in the background. She threw up a peace sign and gave a cheesy grin, momentarily blinded by the flash of the camera.

She spun and filled a bag with pastries then handed it to him. “Here, so you can give even more proof.”

Wally took the bag and hopped onto the counter, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Thanks Melisandre!” And he was dashing out the door.

You’ve ruined it all. This is going to come back to bite you in the ass. And it’s going to come quicker than you think.

She frowned and wiped down the counter again, trying to ignore her thoughts. Maybe. Just maybe, it wouldn’t.

***

Waving Barry and Iris off, she smiled as the twins climbed into the backseat of their car and the taillights signaled their departure. She closed the door behind her and glanced at the mess the two tornadoes had left. Even for the little she had in her apartment, they sure did know how to make a mess.

She sighed as she bent over to pick up one of the cushions when her doorbell rang and she stood up, confusion coming over her as she made her way to the door.

“Hello?” she asked, and a muffled voice echoed from the other side.

“Melisandre, it’s me, Wally. Can I come in?”

She opened the door, surprised to see him. “Wally? What are you doing here? I thought you were with your friends?”

“Yeah, I told them I had to do something really quickly,” he said as entered her apartment. He took a moment to examine her living room. “Man, Dawn and Don did a number here, didn’t they?”

She chuckled. “We had fun building forts.” Nudging him in the side, she added, “I don’t mind the mess.” She looked at him. “Do your friends know? About you being…you know?”

He nodded. “We’re all special in some way.”

Understatement there, Wally.

“So, why tell them you need to do something then come to me? Is everything alright?”

Busying herself with the couch cushions, she waited for him to explain, but nothing could’ve prepared her for his words.

“It will be once I get to the bottom of it…(Y/N).” She froze for a split second, but it was all he needed. “It really is you, isn’t it?”

(Y/N) stood upright and gazed at him. “When did you know?” Her voice was a lot colder than she meant for it to be.

“I had suspicion for a while, but when I showed the picture to everyone, Dick said it looked like you.”

“Really?” she laughed. “I thought I did a good job changing my appearance from three years ago.”

Wally didn’t laugh, he merely gaped at her. “Why?”

“Why what?” (Y/N) knew what he was referring to.

“Why’d you just leave?” He took a step towards her. “Do you have any idea what your family has gone through since you disappeared on them? The grief? The shame?”

She shrugged. “I explained everything in the letter I wrote my dad, Wally. There’s no reason why they should still be concerned with me.”

“They love you!” he shouted, taking her by surprise. “They love and miss you so much!”

“My family ignored me for eighteen years straight, Wally!” She yelled right back. “What was I supposed to do? Sit and pretend being forgotten was all normal?!” (Y/N) couldn’t help but shove at his chest. “I chose to leave because my next choice was taking a swan dive off Wayne Enterprises!”

His eyes went wide, and she shook her head. “I left because the only person who cared about me, was me.” She turned and fixed the final couch cushion while he watched her do so.

“They’re still looking for you, you know. Dick is always staring at his phone hoping there’s a text from Jason or Tim that they’ve found a sign of you.”

(Y/N) sighed. “If you’re trying to guilt trip me, Wally, it’s not going to work.” She shot him a glare. “I got over the fucking guilt the second the flight to Central took off. I got over the fucking guilt the night I laid in a hotel room bed curled into a ball where I cried myself to sleep. I got over the fucking guilt the moment I realized I’ve done so much better on my own than when I was there.”

She marched up to him and got in his face. “I got over the fucking guilt when I realized Barry and Iris Allen were more of a family than four brothers and dad ever were.”

They glared at each other and finally, she let out a sigh. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve already started a new life here and I have no plans of ever going back.”

“At a college that doesn’t have a real name. You know that’s illegal, right?”

(Y/N) scoffed. “What’re you gonna do, Wally? March into four-C and tell them Bruce Wayne’s daughter is going to school under a false name? We both know you wouldn’t.”

“I’ll tell Dick,” he suddenly shot back, and she went rigid.

“You wouldn’t dare,” (Y/N) threatened and he took a step towards her, getting nose to nose with her.

“Try me.”

They stared one another down and she said, “I think you need to leave, Wally West.”

His eyes narrowed. “Yeah, I guess I should.” He spun on his heel and marched to the door, but stopped when she questioned,

“Are you really going to tell him?”

Wally gazed at the ground for a moment then he murmured, “…No…it’s not my place to.”

(Y/N) swallowed and nodded. “Thank yo—”

“Don’t thank me, (Y/N). I’m lying to my best friend about knowing the real location of his baby sister he misses dearly.”

She looked away. “Cassandra is his baby sister now. He should focus on her.”

“You really have no idea about what they feel for you, do you, (Y/N)?” He asked, and she grunted.

“Get out, Wally.”

“Don’t worry, I’m gone,” he spat, slamming the door behind him, hard enough that it shook the walls that held the doorframe.

(Y/N) stared at the door for a few moments then cursed sharply and collapsed onto her couch, eyes directed to the ceiling. Three years down the drain in one conversation.

Way to go, (Y/N). You did a spectacular job of keeping it all under wraps.

She groaned and picked herself off the couch, not caring about the mess as she headed to bed. She’d deal with it all in the morning.