#cause i love counting 😁

[feketeribizli]

another sketchbook doodle request post. or just ask me stuff :-)

[dirtytransmasc]

concept, cause the dynamics at play would be super interesting:

when Tuk and Neytiri are sucked into the hold of the Seadragon, what if Spider, unwilling to watch another one of this baby siblings, nor his siblings mother (despite everything cause he's a good kid), die without doing anything, jumps in after them?

they're now stuck in a flooding ship, spider knows his way around to a decent extent, they're all tired, they're all scared, they're all hurting. they have to depend on each other for survival.

Neytiri has to not only trust Spider, but has to follow his lead, has to trust him to guide her around a demon ship, has to untrust not only her own life, but the life of her youngest child to this boy.

Maybe they're separated, they have to find one another (my personal favorite scenario is that Tuk and Spider are together and he has to try and find her/guide Neytiri to him)

Spider taking Neytiri and Tuk's arms so they aren't separated by stray currents and raging waters (a parallel to "Sully's stick together"). Spider talking them through the breath holds he learned as a kid in case his mask malfunctioned before bringing them through the depths of the submerged ship (parallel to Jake and Lo'ak)

anyway. I just can't stop thinking about it. think about it.

Neytiri is faced with the fact that Spider jumped in after her and Tuk. he came for them, he put himself in danger to save them, to save her daughter. even after what she did to him. even after she held a knife to him, after she cut him, after she intended to kill him even after Kiri was released. he still jumped to her aid, even if he could have stayed with Kiri above deck where he was safe, he could have just aided Tuk and left her behind, but he didn't.

and there's so many ways to play with it and the aftermath. like.

Spider dragging both Tuk and Neytiri up the surface, trying his best to keep the trio afloat (namely Neytiri who was much less adjusted to the water and is exhausted by the night they've had) as they hope and pray to be reunited with the rest of their family.

maybe the stress gets to them and Spider just starts apologizing. I should have fought them harder. I shouldn't have let Lo'ak and Neteyam try and leave with me, I would have been fine. I should have seen it coming, should have taken it myself. it should have been me. my baby brother shouldn't be dead.

maybe he becomes partly delirious as he too gives into exhaustion, the big brother in him being the only part of him left coherent, so he takes Tuk close, whispering prrnen tsmuke [baby sister] over and over into her braids, assuring himself that she's safe and unharmed. he keeps praying to the Great Mother for his siblings to return to him unharmed. maybe he keeps asking where they are, if they're safe as his awareness fades and his memory weakens. all of his siblings. asking if Neteyam is ok, only to remember he's gone the second the words leave his tongue.

Jake and Lo'ak finding them when they come up with Payakan, both worse for wear, exhausted, clinging to one another, the only thing keeping their heads above water being spiders life vest, Tuk cradled between them. what a sight.

Neytiri watching as Spider looks over each of his siblings, taking them close, holding onto them as if they will be ripped away from him. the realization that he would die before he let that happen again hitting her like a ton of bricks the second she sees the look in his eyes.

a peace being made between the two in the wake of this event. spider silently claiming the role of big brother (he always was, but he had to pretend he wasn't. with Neteyam gone, he can't pretend he's not anymore), Neytiri silently agreeing.

idk man. it would be interesting.

[trashytracktales]

AND softdom lando with slightly unexperienced reader!!!! kill me nowwwe it cannot live only in my head

Nothing less | LN⁴

💌 INSPIRED by anon ──── No, cause you know what, anon? Let me do something about it real quick (I changed some things around on purpose, because I either go hard or go home lmao). ENJOY 💋

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𐙚 summary ──── It's their first time together, and Lando takes the lead, ensuring every touch and word is focused on her comfort and pleasure.

𐙚 pairing ──── Lando Norris x virgin!reader

𐙚 rating ──── explicit

𐙚 catetegory ──── F/M

𐙚 warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, reader's first time, new relationship dynamics, soft dom!Lando, fluff & smut, descriptive language, swearing, unprotected sex, subtle exploration of emotional and physical trust in an intimate setting.

𐙚 word count ──── 2.8k

𐙚 date ──── Dec. 26, 2024

𐙚 a/n ──── Gentle reminder that I know I have a lot of requests I need to take care of, and they are going to be dealt with, slowly but surely. Thank you for your patience 😁🤍

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SHE THINKS SHE should tell him, but she doesn’t know him well enough to be sure that Lando isn’t easily scared — or worse, that he wouldn’t walk out on her the second her little secret gets out.

They’ve only been dating for two weeks, but somehow it feels longer than that. Obviously, they’ve talked about sex before — casually, the way new couples do when everything still feels exciting and full of possibilities. But she never told him outright that she’s a virgin. He never specifically asked, and she didn’t see a way to bring it up without making things awkward.

In the midst of her chaotic thoughts, two things are certain: 1) she doesn’t want to ruin the moment, and 2) there’s no doubt he likes her. She sees it in the way Lando looks at her, and she feels it in the way his hands touch her: sometimes by accident, other times with intent.

That's why she doesn’t want to burden him with expectations or make him feel like he has to change to meet some unspoken standard. She wants him as he is: unfiltered, imperfect, and real.

It's almost midnight, and the room is drenched in a quiet intimacy, the only sound coming from the muted hum of the city outside. Lando sits on the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing against hers with deliberate slowness. The soft golden glow of the bedside lamp illuminates his face, accentuating the way his lips curve into a smile that’s equal parts teasing and tender.

“You’ve been quiet,” he murmurs, his voice a smooth drawl that makes her stomach flip. His thumb strokes over her palm, coaxing her to meet his gaze. “That nervous?”

Her breath catches in her throat, feeling it closing in from the inside, but she nods, not trusting her voice.

“That’s okay, baby,” says Lando gently, leaning in. The warmth of his breath fans against her skin as his lips ghost over her jawline. “I want to take care of you. Can I do that?”

She nods again, her heart thudding against her rib. But the way Lando is looking at her, like she’s the only thing that matters, eases some of the tension coiling in her chest.

She really thinks that she should tell him—

“Words, love,” he interrupts her thoughts, his tone soft yet firm. Lando's hand tilts her chin up so she’s looking directly at him. “I need to hear you, so I know we're on the same page.”

“Yes, Lando,” she replies back, his name dripping from her mouth like honey. “I want this with you.”

His smile widens, but there’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes — desire tempered with a bit of restraint. “Sweet girl,” he says softly, the praise rolling off his tongue like a caress.

She closes her eyes, the words making her cheeks flush, but they also spark something inside her, a yearning she’s never felt so acutely before.

The air between them feels charged with so much expectancy. She knows where this is heading, can feel it in the way his eyes linger on hers, in the heat of his touch that seems to burn through her skin. The thought alone forces a wave of excitement rolling through her. At that, her body reacts before her mind catches up — her breaths quicken, her thighs press together instinctively, and a warm, insistent ache blooms low in her belly. She’s wet already, just from the anticipation, her thoughts spiraling into images of Lando gasping for air above her.

She shakes her head to push those thoughts away, just as he pulls her closer, his hands steady and confident as they frame her face. When he kisses her, his lips are so soft, moving against hers in a way that leaves no room for doubt. He’s in control, but he’s also completely attuned to her.

“If you need me to stop,” he says against her lips, “If anything feels wrong, just tell me, and we'll talk about it. Gonna need your words for this, yeah?” he continues as she nods again, making Lando puff out a small giggle, “What did I say?”

Words. Right.

“I promise I'll tell you,” she says, her voice tinged with nervousness.

He hums in approval, his hands sliding down to her waist. He moves her gently, guiding her to lie back on the bed as he leans over her. His movements are measured, his touch firm but never overwhelming. When his hands skim beneath her shirt, she tenses for a moment, squeezing her eyes shut, and Lando immediately freezes.

“Hey,” he says softly, his brow furrowing in concern. “Too much?”

“No,” she says quickly, her cheeks flushing. “I just— I’ve nev—”

He doesn’t let her finish. His thumb strokes soothing circles against her hip as he leans down to kiss her again, silencing her nervous stammer.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “We’ll go slow, alright? You and I. Just trust me.”

His words are like a balm, and she finds herself relaxing under his touch. He takes his time removing her shirt, his eyes never leaving hers as if to reassure her with every move.

“You’re fucking stunning,” he says, his voice low and reverent.

Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for him, and he lets her take the lead for a moment, watching her with a quiet intensity as she unbuttons his shirt. She fumbles slightly, and he chuckles, the sound soft and warm.

“Relax, love. It’s just me,” he says, leaning down to kiss her temple; a small act of tenderness that somehow steadies her racing heart.

The warmth of his lips lingers, grounding her in the moment as her nerves begin to settle. When there's no barrier left between them, Lando's hands explore her body patiently, every touch giving her goosebumps. Then, his fingers travel lower, slipping between her legs, and he freezes in place, his breath hitching.

“Ah, shit,” he mumbles mostly to himself, almost in awe when he realizes how much of a mess she is already. “So eager, you're soaked. I could just slip right in.”

The words send a bolt of heat through her, a mix of embarrassment and excitement, but they also give her enough courage to take action. Summoning all her nerve, she reaches for him, wrapping her fingers around his cock with a tentative but determined grip.

She guides him to her entrance, her voice quiet but impatient as she whispers, “Then do it.”

Suddenly, that's more than enough for Lando to let his instincts take over.

He exhales sharply as he pushes forward, the heat of her drawing him in inch by inch. The sensation of her wrapped around his length nearly undoes him — soft, tight, and impossibly warm. His jaw clenches as he stills for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He presses his forehead to hers, his voice strained but tender.

“So damn tight around me, baby,” he gasps softly, his hand coming to rest on her hip. “How's it on your end? Can I move?”

She nods quickly, her hands gripping his shoulders as she adjusts to the sweet stretch. “It’s—”

Good. Perfect. Heaven.

“Didn’t feel as big in my hand,” she ends up saying, making Lando laugh in a high-pitched voice.

“Not sure weather it's a compliment or an insult,” he admits, amused.

“Just give me a sec,” she whispers, though there’s a slight trace of uncertainty in her tone.

His thumb begins to stroke soothing circles on her hip, and he kisses the corner of her mouth. “Take your time, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” he reassures her.

She lets out a shaky breath, her body gradually relaxing around him. With one hand, she traces the contours of Lando's face, studying every micro expression, every mole, and the way his breath hitches as she welcomes him in.

“You're perfect,” she says softly, her cheeks flushed with warmth. “Can you fuck me now?”

Lando whines, pulling back slightly before easing forward again, setting a slow, careful rhythm. The friction is intense, almost overwhelming, and he groans quietly, his grip on her hips tightening just a fraction.

Her lips part as a soft moan escapes her, and she tilts her head back, instinctively pushing her hips to meet his movements. “Lando,” she breathes, her voice a mix of need and disbelief.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes searching hers. “Yes, that’s it,” he encourages, his tone laced with affection. “Tell me what you like, what feels good. Let me hear you, baby.”

“You,” she manages, her fingers threading through his hair. “It feels so—You feel so good. All of it, please.”

The corners of his mouth raise into a small, breathless smile. “Such a good girl, aren't you?” he praises, leaning down to kiss her neck as he resumes his thrusts. “You’re doing so well for me.”

Her nails dig lightly into his back, her confidence growing with each movement.

“Faster,” she whispers, her voice trembling with a foreign desire.

His brows raise slightly as he slows down, just to tease her. “Faster? You sure about that?” he asks, his voice taking on a playful edge.

“Lando,” she repeats his name, louder this time, her hips rolling against his.

“You want it that bad?” he says in slight disbelief, his movements speeding up just enough to draw a louder moan from her. Lando studies her closely, his gaze softening even as his control threatens to slip. “Look at you, fuck. Let me take care of you. Let me—”

He swallows his words as his starts thrusting into her, firmly but never rough, his touch always calibrated to her responses.

“God, you’re taking me so well,” he says, his lips brushing against her ear. “So hot and tight around me. Feels right, hm?”

Her breathing quickens at his words, her body responding in ways she doesn’t fully understand but craves nonetheless. His hands trail lower, and she arches into him instinctively, another whimper escaping her lips.

“I know, baby,” he says, his voice thick with approval. “Keep me inside.”

Lando’s rhythm falters, then slows to an almost torturous pace. Before she can question it, he drags his cock out of her entirely, leaving her pussy clenching around nothing. A cry slips from her lips, desperate and aching, but he doesn’t give her time to protest. His length glides up between her slick, puffy folds, spreading the wetness everywhere, his movements calculated and teasing.

Not to mention evil.

“Lan...” she whines, her nails digging into his back as frustration and need overwhelm her. She isn’t gentle, her fingers pressing hard enough to sting, and he lets out a low hiss.

At the sudden pain, Lando stops entirely, his eyes snapping to hers, dark and intense. “Careful, baby,” he warns, his tone soft but laced with authority.

Sitting up slightly, he reaches for a pillow, lifting her hips with ease and sliding it beneath her lower back. When he thrusts back into her, it’s maddeningly slow, as if he wants her to feel everything. His hand moves to her stomach, pressing down lightly as he fucks his cock inside her. The sensation sends shockwaves through her body, and she cries out, her voice high and pleading as the pressure amplifies the pleasure.

“Feel that?” he asks, his voice rough with arousal. “Feel how deep I am?”

She can only nod, tightening her legs around him, her body trembling as she grips the sheets for support. But curiosity and the overwhelming sensations push her to rise onto her elbows, needing to see what he’s doing to her. Her gaze drops to where their bodies meet, and that’s when she sees it — the way her lower abdomen rises and falls slightly with each of his deep, measured thrusts.

Her breath catches, her eyes widening in awe. “Oh my God,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Is that…?”

Lando notices her reaction immediately, his own gaze following hers. The corner of his mouth curves into a smirk, but his eyes burn with something primal. “Fucking hell,” he murmurs, tightening his hands around her waist, holding her steady. “Yeah, that’s me inside you.”

The realization sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her, and Lando seems to sense it. His grip on her waist tightens further, and he begins to move harder, his hips snapping against hers with a rhythm that’s still controlled but far more intense.

The room fills with the slik sound of her pussy as Lando thrusts in and out relentlessly, and her moans grow louder, her body arching into him.

“Let me feel you,” he growls, his voice deep. “Let go, baby. Let me feel you,” he repeats, over and over again.

She wraps her arms around Lando, pulling him closer to have something to support her. The way her pussy sucks at his cock, desperate and insistent, sends him careening over the edge before he can even process it.

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses, his voice breaking as his hips stutter, spilling into her with a throaty moan. He can get drunk on the way she grips him, her heat, her hunger — every part of her pulling him into pure bliss.

His forehead drops to hers, their shared breaths mingling as they pant and moan together, riding out every wave of pleasure as they hit.

Her nails are still buried in his back, the sharp sting blending with the pleasure coursing through him. He winces but doesn’t stop, his body shuddering as her walls flutter around his cock, milking every last bit of him. They’re locked together, shaking, until the pleasure ebbs into a warm, lingering buzz.

After that, Lando finally stills inside her, his body softening, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he rests his weight against her. Only then does the sharp sting on his back pull his attention, and he lets out a low chuckle, his voice rough and spent.

“You really dug in, didn’t you?” he teases, his tone affectionate as he lifts his head to look at her. The corners of his mouth twitch into a smirk despite the ache in his muscles.

Her face flushes with embarrassment, her hands slipping away from his back, burying into his hair instead. “Sorry,” she whispers, avoiding to look at him.

“Don’t be,” he replies, his gaze soft and adoring. “It was worth it.”

Before she can add something else, Lando leans down, his lips finding hers in a kiss that’s the opposite of tender. It’s a stark contrast to the raw intensity they just shared, and a quiet reassurance that he’s still fully present with her. His hand cups her cheek, thumb brushing against her flushed skin as he deepens the kiss, savoring her.

When they finally break apart, their foreheads rest together again, their breathing still uneven but calming. “You okay?” he asks softly, his eyes searching hers.

She nods, a small, blissful smile tugging at her lips.

“Hey, don't go non-verbal on me again,” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She hesitates for a moment before speaking. “Lan?” she says softly.

“Hm?”

She swallows, her cheeks flushed, but she doesn’t look away this time. “You are… I mean, it was my first time.”

For a moment, her words don’t fully register. He blinks, his brows knitting together as if he’s processing what she just said. “First time?” he repeats, his tone slow, almost disbelieving.

When she nods, her lips parting slightly as she struggles to hold his gaze, Lando’s eyes fix on hers. His first instinct is to check if she’s messing with him, but all he sees is her wrecked, post-sex state. Her hair is mussed and wild against the pillow, her skin flushed from her chest to her cheeks, her lips swollen and parted as she breathes unevenly. The faint sheen of sweat on her body catches the soft light, and her eyes are glassy, still hazy with satisfaction. She looks thoroughly undone — raw and real.

And he knows she’s not lying.

The realization hits him like a tsunami, leaving him momentarily speechless. His jaw tenses briefly, and instead of speaking, he leans down and captures her lips in a kiss. It’s not rushed or frantic but deep and meaningful, his lips moving against hers with a peaceful intensity. His hand cups her jaw, kissing her like he’s claiming every part of her. Because he is. The thought makes his head spin — the fact that she’s his completely.

“You should’ve told me,” says Lando, his voice thick with emotion. “I would’ve been more careful.”

“No, it was perfect,” she rushes to assure him. “Because it was with you.”

His eyes soften, and he presses a kiss to her forehead. “Are you even real?” he whispers.

And then he’s kissing her again; her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her lips, trailing down her shoulders and neck, where he makes sure to leave marks behind. His hands roam her body with a newfound reverence, as if seeing her for the first time.

“Gonna spend the rest of the night showing you how much you mean to me,” he says, his lips brushing against her collarbone. “If you’ll let me.”

Her heart swells as she nods, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Good,” he says, his voice a low hum of satisfaction. “Because you deserve nothing less.”

Thank you for reading!

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© trashy track tales, 2024

[lowkeyrobin]

Miguel x reader but reader is just absolutely in love with Miguel but Miguel has eyes for sam and reader tries to be supportive be can't so they distance themself away from Miguel😁

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dude I swear we're gonna brawl and I'm gonna make the guy ur talking too watch as I win. I'm so srs rn I'm gonna tell meemaw (I lit don't even know them all that well but idc) ; anyways thanks I guess 😒 /sarc ; but I went a little off the rails w this one cause why not

MIGUEL DIAZ ; casual

summary ; you have eyes for miguel while he slowly distances himself to be with sam, and you accept your fate

warnings ; language, physical fighting / a punch thrown

disclaimers ; miguel is a whole fucking villain, kinda off to canon timeline cause I'm rewatching atm and it's hard to keep 5 seasons straight in the brain, fun hawk tory and demetri content cause they'd be so cool together

track ; casual, chappell roan

word count ; 1.4k

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You thought that maybe after all these months being with Miguel meant that you were together. Apparently not.

After two weeks of dating, his mom invited you over for dinner.

You gave him everything.

You did everything for him, you owed him everything, you could only thank him for being alive now.

After all the passionate making out, the special dates, the first time experiences, after everything, he said that. He said that there were no attachments. Every time you kissed, you gained anger issues, knowing his lips were probably on another's at some point between the last and now.

He made out with you after pressing you against the wall while his family sat at the dinner table down the hall.

But no, it was just casual.

You knew he just told his friends that it was just casual.

You loved being dumb about it for a while, at least while you thought it was real. After graduation, you'd have an apartment, and he'd show you off to his friends at the pier.

You noticed his unfocused gaze upon you. You noticed how he looked more interested in Sam LaRusso, again, for that matter.

You were just a rebound, apparently.

But apparently, it was just casual when he made out with you in the locker room just before the All Valley tournament. Yeah, it was just casual when you were on the phone trying to convince him not to run away to go find his dad, yet he went anyways.

You made out with him when you went to dinner, his mom and Johnny at the table.

Yet once he knew that you knew that he was into Sam again, he wondered why you were bitter. He bragged to his friends about how much he loved your lips, how much he wanted you and how amazing you were.

You hated how you allowed it to drag on, how you let it break you as much as it possibly could before you just gave the fuck up.

You hated yourself.

You hated yourself for allowing it to happen. You hated yourself for letting him think it was just casual. You hated yourself for not fucking killing him once you caught him in the act.

But no, you had to be the chill person who would just shrug it off.

At least some of your mutual friends were on your side after you texted them about it. Demetri, Tory, and Hawk the most, slightly surprisingly on Hawk's part.

The trio immediately rushed to your house, knowing you needed someone to lean on. For fuck's sake, you just saw your supposed boyfriend making out with his ex in a rollerrink.

The (kind of unlikely) trio, during a grace period between Eagle Fang slash Cobra Kai and Miyagi-Do, had to team up just this once for their favorite, non-Miguel friend. They were all shocked and disgusted by Miguel's actions, though kind of expecting it.

He was infamous for his love triangles, apparently.

Tory holds you in her arms, allowing your vulnerability to show through while Demetri talks, hoping his rambles would ease your pain. Hawk is downstairs, making you some mac and cheese since you hadn't eaten dinner.

"Fuck him," Tory smiles, cutting of Demetri's nonsense ramble. "You're better than him, in many ways, actually. But, he lost you, that's his problem. You're free, Y/n. It wasn't just casual, I don't know why he's lying to himself, but he and Sam can go suck it. He clearly doesn't deserve you. You're way out of his league anyway"

You look up at her, a smile painting your face before you hug her. "Thanks, Tory"

Demetri awkwardly sits on the foot of your bed, unknowing of what to say or do. Tory gives him a look, considering you'd need feedback from both male and female friends of yours slash Miguel's. Her current state of mind was just showing you that there were apparently sides and they were on yours.

Demetri nods, quickly getting the message. "Yeah, he doesn't deserve you. You should like, get him back or something. Or at least yell at him, or something. I mean, getting back with your ex while trying to tell your current partner it's just casual? He fumbled"

You giggle, wiping your tears away. "Thanks, dude."

A light knock is heard at the door before it's opened, revealing Hawk with a tray carrying four bowls of mac and cheese, forks stuck in each of them. In his pockets are water bottles, two shoved in each one. The purple haired boy lightly sets the food down on your dresser, handing a bowl to each of you, then tossing you a bottle of water.

You all eat in silence, you trying to gather your thoughts while the others attempt to even wrap their minds around what you were going through after what Miguel did. In the background, on Demetri's phone, The Umbrella Academy plays, his phone perched against a few pillows on the bed where you were all huddled together.

Hawk and Tory share a look before turning back to the screen, enjoying the calm quiet that basked over them.

"what do you mean, why am i bitter???"

"youre being weird about this, we were never anything. you were basically a rebound. get over it omfg"

The three look up from your phone then at you, astonished looks painting their expressions. Their eyebrows are furrowed, their eyes widened.

"What the fuck?" Tory asks, "You weren't lying about that, were you?"

You shake your head. "Literally, what does he want from me? Of course I'm mad, he basically lead me on and won't explain why he was making out with his ex, then bragging to his friends about "oh we're casual"

Demetri bites his lower lip, trying not to laugh, considering it was a nervous tic of his. He shares an eyebrow jump with Hawk before listening in again. Hawk quickly grabs your phone from your hands unexpectedly.

"Dude-"

"What're you doing?"

"Calling him"

"What?!"

"Why?"

"I'm not talking to him-"

The dial tone makes your skin crawl as you hear it.

"Just let it out," Hawk shrugs, handing you the phone.

"Feel like I'd rather do this in real life, Moskowitz."

You feel an absolute weight fall from your shoulders as it moves to the voicemail, seeing as Miguel declined the call himself. You sigh out of relief, quickly shutting your phone off.

You glare at Hawk.

"Would you rather do it face to face? I can tell him to meet me somewhere and we'll jump him or something" He shrugs.

"Violence isn't gonna help anything," Tory declines. "We'll get him to go somewhere quiet yet busy. That way, you can expose him or something. Mental violence is better than physical"

"Says the champion of the All Valley girl's team"

"I'm tempted to paralyze him again."

The three friends share half fearful looks, knowing you didn't joke lightly in times like this. They lay their eyes upon Sam and Miguel again, holding hands as they walk through the hallway.

You bite your tongue, trying to hold back yelling profanities as they walk past you. You lean against the red lockers where Demetri fishes out a few textbooks from his. Tory stands by you while Hawk leans against them as well, arms crossed.

"What if we tell people there's a fight, you expose him, since you got receipts, and you beat him up?" Hawk suggests, throwing his idea out there.

You shrug. "I think he could beat my ass. That'd be embarrassing"

He shrugs in return. "Eh. He hasn't been practicing recently. He's probably a little rusty. Like, he hasn't been showing up to class for days"

Tory and Demetri nod to confirm Hawk's statement. You shrug again.

"M'kay"

"You wanna get suspended over this?" Demetri asks, closing his locker.

"First offense," you reply with an informative tone.

"Oh, I'm crazy because I thought you gave a shit about me? Please, inform me what casual is to you"

"Something not serious."

"But that's why we went out on dates, and why I did everything you asked of me?"

"You didn't have too"

"So?"

"So what?"

"So you're a bitch"

You quickly pull your clenched fist back, then push forward to hit Miguel straight in the face. He quickly gasps, along with the bystanders, holding a hand to his now bleeding nose.

"What the hell?"

Tory and Hawk goofily grin while Demetri lightly smiles, proud of you for sticking to your word.

"Too-da-loo, mister casual." You spin on your heel, walking back to your three friends.

They wrap you into side hugs, pulling you away from the shocked boy who'd essentially played you. Bystanders laugh at him and gawk at you, snapping pictures, sending videos across the school.

A happy little smile remains on your face as you're sent home for the rest of the week.

[justaaveragereader]

In Charge

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Word Count: 1K

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

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

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

“O-Oh! Yunho, pleaseee!”

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

“What was that baby?”

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

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

“I need words princess, talk to daddy.”

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

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

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

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

“I can feel you here, daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The eras tour

Charles leclerc x reader

[SMAU]

Face claim gracie abrams (again)

Summary going to Paris night 1 with Charles is a lot of fun, with a lot of surprises.

Word count -

Warning hate (just a few comments), spelling errors, not proofread

A/N saw a post saying someone should make this… so I did! I saw the tour on a crappie live stream so I know what was going on… I will also go to the tour!

It’s not the longest but also not the shortest. But I like it!

Also I had no motivation to make the things I am currently making so I decided to make a quick smau (that’s why it is only insta and no other apps)

Don’t forget to comment, repost and give feedback! It helps a lot!

Instagram

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Yourusername me rn cause I NEED Taylor Swift tickets but ticketmaster is the worst😭 also creds to my bf for these pics, he is laughing at me while I am STRESSING @Charles_Leclerc

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Charles_Leclerc I said that I’m sorry! I even helped you!

Yourusername YOU DIDNT DO ENOUGH!! I STILL HAVE NO TICKETS!😢

Charles_Leclerc I promise I will make it up to you

Lilymhe For which show are you trying? I have tickets for New Jersey and there is still a spare one!

Yourusername I AM SO IN LOVE WITH YOU! I tried Paris but I was last in the waiting list so there where no more tickets�� and sadly I can’t go to the US one’s liked by lilymhe

User1 you’re so real for crying I’ve the tickets. I did too

Yourusername THATS WHAT I SAID! BUT CHARLES JUST LAUGHED AT ME!

User1 you deserve the tickets babe liked by author

User2 Love the memes

User3 is that Leo?!?! Hes so cute!

Yourusername That is! He was my emotional support!

User4 ticketmaster is the villain fr! I was at the beginning and I could almost buy tickets but then i was kicked out!

Yourusername My villain origin story fr! And that’s the wort!

User5 love the hat

User6 you are still so pretty when you cry! How?!?!

Yourusername THANKS! IDK HOW I JUST HIDE MY SADNESS

User 6 HAHAHA REAL

User7 it really is hell! But I got tickets!

Yourusername Congratulations my love!

User8 charles laughing at you is so funny😂

User9 Ew you’re so cringe

User10 I love you

User11 not the pic creds and shade HAHAHA

User12 not her public account being her posting memes😂

User13 don’t understand why Charles is with you

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Instagram

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Yourusername MY BF GOT ME ERAS TOUR TICKETS!!! I LOVE YOU CHARLIE! Eras tour Paris night 1 here I come!!

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Charles_Leclerc Everything for you mon amour. Even if I need to spend hundreds of dollars for VIP tickets to the eras tour

Yourusername I am beginning to love you more and more

Lilymhe OMG I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!

Yourusername I AM ALSO SO HAPPY!

User1 OMG AMAZING

User2 THE T-SHIRTS? IN LOVE! WHERE DIS YOU GET THEM?

Yourusername They are from the official merch drop from Taylor! I have been a mega fan from the beginning!

User3 OKAY CHARLES UPGRADED TO AN AMAZING BF

User4 even vip?!?! You are spoiled!

User5 I AM ALSO GOING TO PART NIGHT 1!

User6 Will you make friendship brackets? I am also going and want to trade some with you!

Yourusername I will! I would love to trade with y’all!

User7 SO EXITED FOR YOU!

User8 What did Charles say when you got it?

Yourusername he said ‘I have a surprise for you!’ And then he gave me a bag with the box! And then I started crying!

User9 you already have merch? How?!

Yourusername Lily went and got me the shirt!

Uset10 My favourite WAG going to a concert of my favourite artist? Amazing!

User11 with who are you going?

Yourusername Charles is going with me!

User12 so exited to see all the eras content!

User13 Such an attention seeker!

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Yourusername Congrats on P4 my love! AND TTPD IS SO GOOD! A DOUBLE ALBUM WTF?!?! And here are some of my paddock fits😁 ALSO WHAT ABOUT THE TOUR?!

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Charle_Leclerc Mon chéri… how sweet(?)

Yourusername It is! I am just so exited about Taylor!

Lilymhe YOURE SO RIGHT! I am so jealous that you get to see the first show after the new album!

Yourusername There are always live streams! And she will go to the US again!

User1 HAHAHAH

User2 so real

User3 I love that she can’t post without mentioning Taylor Swift or her Boyfriend! It shows dedication!

User4 Not the Alchemy😂

User5 you’re so pretty!

User6 the two sides? So funny!🤣

User7 I AM FREEKING OUT!

Yourusername SAME

User8 love the fits!

Yourusername Thanks!

User9 the TTPD aesthetic! Loving it!

User10 awwww Leo is so cute!

User11 Could you tell us where you get your clothes from? I love your style!

Yourusername Of course! My most recent posts have the links with them! (Reels from insta and TikTok)

User12 Thank you! You are amazing!

User13 I love how obsessed she is with TS!

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Instagram

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Yourusername I had a lovely time at the eras tour! Thank you for the very kind people behind me that send me the pics of me and Charles! ALSO THE NEW SETLIST?!?! More pics coming soon!

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Charles_Leclerc for the information; Y/n was crying… a lot

Yourusername YOU VANT BLAME ME! SHE CHANGED A LOT!

Lilymhe I AM SO JELOUS! Liked by author

User1 AHHH I AM SO GSBRNEBDU

User2 OMD THE COUPLE PICS?!?! SO CUTE!

User3 love the taytay pics!

User4 YOURE OUTFIT JS SO CUTE!

User5 Love the hat!

User6 MORE PICS?!

User7 THE NEW SETLIST IS SO COOL!

User8 I WAS THE ONE THAT TOOK THE PIC!

Yourusername THANK YOU SO MUCH!

User9 I tradet with her! She was so nice! And Charles study stood there looking a big lost!

User10 WHAT DID YOU GET?!

Yourusername A fan of Charlie gave me the gift!

User11 Se exited to go myself!

User12 you’re so cute!

User13 You’re not even pretty

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Yourusername Everyone meet my new friend; Taylor Swift! It was absolutely lovely meeting you! And thank you for the invites😉

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Taylorswift It really was amazing to meet you! I’m glad you enjoyed everything! Liked by author

Charles_Leclerc Finnaly I don’t have to keep this a secret anymore!

Yourusername yeah you’re not the best secret keeper

Charles_Leclerc EXUSE ME?!

Lilymhe WHAT? AND YIU DIDNT TELL ME?!

Yourusername IM SORRY I WANTED IT TO BE A SUPRISE!

User1 OMG SO HAPPPY FOR YOU

User2 THE MIST GORGOYS GIRLS TOGETHER!

User3 YOU MET HER?

User4 WHAT INVITES?!?!

Yourusername 🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫

User5 THIS IS SO ICONIC!

User6 LILY AND CHARLES HAHAHHA

User7 So this are the other pics?!?!!!

User8 What happens in the 5th pic??

Yourusername I had a mental breakdown…

User9 not the y/n mansplaining to Taylor’s how max for it with Charles🤣🤣

User10 You are living the dream!

User11 THE NEW SETLIST AND MEETING TATLOR?!?! IM JELOUS!

User12 NEW TAYTAY CONTENT YAY!

User13 You don’t deserve it!

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[taylormarieee]

~Entranced~ sam winchester

Summary: You were a belly dancer and a singer, when Sam and Dean had to investigate you because your sister had gone missing, he couldn’t help but be entranced by you. In other words, he couldn’t help but want to get into your pants…

Word Count: 3.4k (wowzers)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x WOC!bellydancer

Warnings: porn with plot, long ass story line, obsessed sam, wingman dean, enticing reader, mentions of death and demons, typical supernatural tingz, smut, sexual tension, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, pretty lady, etc.) pussy whipped sam, sam drunk off readers love, reader is in love with sam, creampie, oral (male and fem receiving), cowgirl, use of 18+ language, MDNI!!!! enjoy cuz he's been on my mind for a long time.

A/N: ok hey guyyssss! I’ve been fantasizing about Sam ALOT lately like specifically season 2 Sammy so enjoy this smutty whoretastic slutty ass fic because I was indeed ovulating🙏🏽😭😁

*thump thump thump*

you smile as your body and hips move to the rhythm of the song. you were dancing and singing your heart out. mostly getting hollered at and whistled at along with a string of cheers. you laugh and smile as you move to the beat.

all of a sudden you feel yourself being watched. yes, that sounded stupid as there were hundreds of people watching you but these certain pair of eyes were burning. you could feel it.

you look around and walk all over the stage and that's when you see him. a man in a black suit along with another hot guy staring the same lust full daggers your way as everyone else.

but the other one, his hair was long and such a luscious brown. his eyes held one of admiration, as if you were admiring the mona lisa at an art gallery.

you liked him. he was cute, sexy even and that you certainly couldn't deny. when you got done with your performance you asked one of the security guards if they could kindly bring the two boys over to you backstage.

"hello boys, anything I can help you with?" you ask as you wipe off some sweat from your face.

"how'd you know we needed help?" the shorter one asked with a smirk on his face as he steps closer to you.

"well for starters, your both dressed in suits, sat in the back of the club all mysteriously, staring daggers right at me and shall I go on?" you list with a smile on your face.

you shift your weight from one foot to the other as you glance between the two of them.

the both of them look at each other and then chuckle. "guess you got us there" the taller one states with his charming smile.

"what are your names again? and who do you work for?" you asked as you sat down gesturing them to sit as well.

"oh I'm detective roadkill and this is detective showers." dean speaks out with a smirk.

"were FBI." he says as your face scrunches up into one of concern and confusion.

"why would FBI agents show up at our little club, no ones done anything wrong I hope, one of the main reasons we have security." you say with a dry chuckle.

"no no, not at all, uhm were looking in to the disappearance of your sister melisa?" sam asks.

"I-I don't feel like talking about it. she's not gone, she's dead." you say with tears prickling in your eyes.

"how would you possibly know that? police never found a body." dean says.

"exactly, main reason why I don't believe she disappeared or it was some freak kidnapping. even if she was kidnapped, she's been gone for 3 weeks, what are the possible chances she is alive? hm?" you say pacing and throwing your hands about.

"I know she's dead. I can feel it. It's a sibling thing, you two wouldn't understand." you explain.

"oh trust me, I get it. see I have this brother. means the world to me and yea he can be a real pain in the ass sometimes." he says with a chuckle which causes you to giggle too.

"I love him regardless because no matter how much we argue, I know he means well and just wants to protect me." sam finishes.

dean looks at him and you hum. they really thought you were stupid. you knew who they were, you just hated how these hotties could lie to you.

"sam, dean. this was a really fun talk but I don't know where my sister is." you say smirking at them with their confused faces facing you in return.

"H-How did you-"

"how did I know? oh it's pretty obvious, see word gets around that some fbi agents are asking around for my sister and then I find out you two are hunters? yea I am one of the ones that knows what's going on around here. what really goes bump in the night. what really lurks in the shadows when your not paying attention. my dad was a hunter, just like you guys. just like your dad." you say circling them as you go to pour them a drink.

"wow, that was-" sam starts.

"smart? impressive? amazingly cool?" you ask handing them the drinks.

"I was going to say hot. That was really hot but you know, those words work too." he says chuckling.

"aww thanks sam, I really appreciate it." you respond as you take a sip of your whiskey.

"ok seriously, we wanna help you. If you really know what's going on then maybe we can still save other people including your sister." sam states.

"now did you smell any sulfur in her house or maybe saw black smoke or maybe she was acting aggressive and erratically before her disappearance?" dean asks scooting up in his seat more.

"uhm not that I can recall. she was normal. my sister was a kind soul, she would never even hurt a damn fly. I mean the first week of her disappearance I thought it was her douchebag of a boyfriend. ex-boyfriend i should say, that ungrateful son of a bitch." you say with spite.

"oh so was he a suspect?" dean asks.

"ofc he was! He was the main suspect, but it was also stupid for the cops to think I would kill my own sister, like that's insanity." you argue.

"alright so, if it's not ghost or demonic possession..." dean starts.

"then what the hell is it?" sam asks. all of you shrug and sit in silence for a second.

"hey I got a question for you." dean asks you. you look up at him and nod with a hum.

"you think sammy could stay with you tonight?" dean asks. your eyes widen and sam turns to dean with a incredulous look.

"no it's fine." he turns to you and says. "I don't understand why I can't just stay at the motel dean, what the hell are you doing?" he whisper-yells to dean.

"you've been making googly eyes all freakin' night, just stop stressin' and get laid. trust me you need it. your veins popping out." he says as he clears his throat.

"so, can he? It would be really appreciated, see I have stuff to do and I don't want him to be in there alone, so maybe he can keep you company? plus we have no clue if whatever this thing is an M.O. and might come after you too." dean convincingly explains which persuades you to say...

"yea sure dean, sam it's ok. I'm cool with it, you can stay with me, i've got a cozy house." you say with a smile.

"plus I gotta get up outta here anyway, shall we?" you ask swaying your hips as you walk towards the door and walk out leading sam and dean out the back.

they watch your ass and hips sway and that beautiful little outfit you belly dancers always wore. sam couldn't keep it in anymore, he was entranced. obsessed. lured in like a moth drawn to a flame.

"here take m-my jacket. you must be cold." sam offers. you smile and accept it with a thank you, after all you were wearing a bra like top that covered little.

your hand brushed his for a mere second and it felt like electricity surged through you both.

you slide your arms through the sleeves of his jacket as you walk towards your car. your keys jingling in the process as they dangle from your hip.

you unlock the car and prop yourself in the drivers seat as same props himself in the passengers seat.

"oooo it really is cold out, thanks again for the jacket sam, don't know what I would do without you." you seductively say, without the intention of trying to be seductive but thankful instead.

"yea n-no problem. just me being me." he says as you start the engine turning up the A/C and backing out the parking lot.

sam looks out the window and notices dean in the impala with two thumbs up and a smirk on his face to which he rolls his eyes at and begs to god you don't see deans childish acts.

~ TRENTON, NEW JERSEY, 2007, 10:26PM @ YOUR HOUSE~

"get cozy, looks like your going to be here for a while." you say with a smile, shrugging off his jacket to place on the coat rack.

he takes off his shoes and makes his way immediately towards your fireplace and your couch.

you watch him trudge over there and sit down his tall lean figure finally shrinking just a bit but when he sits back up his broad shoulders are back on display.

‘god what was wrong with you.’ you thought, you just couldn’t get him out of your head.

but luckily the same goes for him because you racked his brain since the moment his eyes laid a glance at your face.

you were so enticing and enchanting, of course a guy like sam couldn’t resist, he was whipped for you so badly and you didn’t even know it.

“are you hungry sammy? can i even call you sammy or is that a you and dean thing?” you ask bringing over a bowl of grapes and some wine for you and a beer for him.

“you can call me whatever you want- i-i mean yea! you can call me sammy i don’t mind.” he stutters out nervously

you him again and take a sip of the wine straight from the bottle. sam watched as your plump and glossy lips wrap around the top of the bottle wishing it was his dick instead.

he gulps as he watches your throat bob up and down as you swallow the wine.

he quickly takes a swig of his beer and you watch his Adam’s Apple bob up and down. you watched as he wraps his lips around the beer bottles top wishing it was your clit.

the tension in the room was clearly escalating just a tiny bit. 'was it just you or is it hot in here.' you thought.

you take another sip of the wine and tuck your legs under one another as if in a criss-cross motion.

"so, what do you wanna do now? dean said he won't be back for a couple of hours." sam asks.

"honestly I usually shower and go right to bed after long nights like these, but I wasn't exactly expecting company so i'm stumped here." you say with a slight chuckle.

"yea sorry to be such a burden." sam says with a playful roll of his eyes. you scoff not seeing his eye roll and take his statement the wrong way.

"look i never said you were a burden, i'm just confused on how to entertain a fucking hunter sam." you speak with slight aggression in your tone.

"look, i was just joking with you. If you took my statement the wrong way i'm sorry. I'll totally leave." he says getting up to go grab his jacket.

'n-no sammy wait. I-fuck. I didn't mean that, i'm sorry. It's just been a really long day and I'm just stumped ok, please stay?" you apologize.

"ok, if you want to go take a shower and rest that's fine by me, i'll stay.' he says standing quite dangerously close to you.

you inhale his scent for a second, his scent bringing you comfort and warmth. you don't even realized you closed a few inches in the gap between you two.

"w-what are you doing?" sam asks. his hands stuck at his side just itching to touch you. you take note of it.

"do you wanna touch me sammy?" you asks seductively. you glide your hand up and down his chest as you stare up at him with your seductive eyes.

"w-what?" he stutters out nervously. he gulps as your hand goes lower and lower.

"I said, do you want to touch me sam." you repeat your previous question. "I know you want to, your hands are twitching." you say smugly.

"fuck, uhm yea. I do, very badly." he says as he moves his hands to grab your waist. you moan at the warmth of his hands on your body.

"I know you wanna kiss me." you whisper in his ear. your on your tiptoes as sam is much taller than you.

you grab his belt to pull him closer and that was his breaking point. his lips are immediately on yours in a feverish and desperate pent up kiss.

you both fumble with his belt and trip over each others feet. you both eventually fall to the floor letting out a fit of giggles and laughs at your clumsy shenanigans.

"fuck, your so gorgeous you know that?" sam compliments. you smile and kiss him again.

"and your so handsome, thank god your parents got together." you say with a grin as you unclip your bra.

he unbuttoned his nicely pressed shirt and unbuttoned and unzipped his dress pants.

your both crawling towards the couch now, sam ripping off the cushions and you taking off the rest of your outfit leaving you in your underwear only.

pretty black laced panties to match your outfit. his eyes bulged out of his head at the sight of you. your body was gorgeous. everything about you was gorgeous, your personality as well.

"god damn your beautiful." he whispers as he sinks into the couch and you climb on top of him.

"thank you sammy. can you please fuck me now." you ask.

with a primal like growl, sam rolls you over so he's now on top of you. "oh sweetheart, gotta prep you first. don't think you can take big ole me by yourself now can you?" he teases as he kissed down your body.

after an agonizingly long trip downwards, his lips finally coming in contact with the place you've been wanting him most all night.

his warm breath hits your soaking entrance and his skilfully long tongue teases your clit.

"f-fuck sammy, pleasee-ngh- please just fuck me I'll be a good girl for you p-please." you beg as you feel one finger slot itself inside of you.

you moan out at the feeling. the feeling of pain and pleasure combined as he stretches you out. 'fuck you haven't felt this good since your last boyfriend.' you thought.

your brain was soonly erased by the feeling of sam's second finger entering your dripping hole. his lips whispering dirty things into your cunt as he licks and slurps your cunt.

you tug on his hair and cry out his name, how can someone fingers and tongue work so skillfully together at the same time.

"yes sam! right fucking there, fuck fuck fuck-ngh-ugh! yea yea, holy shit daddy!" you scream out.

he moans into your cunt at hearing you call him daddy. you were a lot younger than him, he was 5 years older than you. he loved this dominance he had over you, but he became feral whenever you tugged his hair.

desperate to get off as he ruts himself against the couch. a feeling of ecstacy washing over you and determination washing over sam. he was going to make you cum and then he was gonna rearrange your guts like never before.

your walla clench and tighten around him and he groans at how rough your tugging on his lucious brown locks. your crying his name out like a prayer over and over again.

you moan one last time before silently letting out a scream as you convulse and shake as your orgasm floods your entire body.

"oohhhh fuckkk!" you moan out as your orgasmic feeling washes away intensely.

"was I good baby?'" sam asks curiously. his lips stained with your arousal and essence. you grab his face pulling him closer to you as you kiss him sloppily getting a taste of yourself off of his tongue.

"you did amazing baby, now lemme help you. looks painful." you suggest staring at his rock hard boner through his boxers.

a wet patch on the front from his precum and getting himself all worked up.

you let him sit on the couch normally and tug his boxers down slowly. he whines when the refreshing air hits his tip.

his tip is a pretty color, a nice hue of pink. ready... waiting to be sucked and fucked on.

you lick the precum around his tip and on his shaft. you engulf his tip in your mouth wanting to get more of a taste and he moans. he watches your pretty lips engulf him and swallow him whole.

he holds the back of your head pushing you down further and getting lost in the haze of lust. he moans out your name a little louder each time you gag around him.

your throat was so wet and so warm. your saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth. you mascara surrounding the under parts of your eyes as tears stream down your face in slow motion.

your head bobs faster and faster, you gagging each time but you didn't care you wanted to taste his cum inside your mouth, you wanted it so deep down your throat that you wouldn't stop until he was crying.

you wanted sam winchester and sam winchester wanted you.

he pushes you off him quickly when he feels his release approaching.

"no no wait i'm gonna cum! I don't wanna cum like this, I want it inside you. wanna creampie you and give y-you babies." he whines out.

you smirk and kiss him softly, "ok sam. gimme all your babies, come inside me like a good little boy hmm?" you asks seductively as you push sweaty strands of hair out of his pretty face.

you climb back on top of him and sink slowly down on to him. you cry out a bit at the pain of the stretch, he really was a big boy.

"he whines and the grip on your waist tightens. you moan and feel his cock slowly piercing you more and more and the feeling of pain easily subsides once he's in you all the way.

"I'm going to start moving now ok sam?" you confirm and he nods with a hazy smile.

he's drunk of you. eyes and mind entranced by you. filled with you. he's literally inside you. he's encompassed by you, your smell, your words. everything.

sam winchester is a simp for you and there's nothing that could change his mind.

your bounces start off slow and then they rapidly speed up in pace. your both moaning and groaning, incapable of holding them in any longer.

you needed to hear him as he needed to hear you. he honeslt ydidn't think hearing you moan could get him any more harder but it did.

you were both close now, on to your second orgasm of the night while trying to get him off on his first.

"sammy I-fuck-ngh. I love you so much sam, please give me your babies please!" you scream out as you gush all over his cock. "come on cum in me please!" you scream out.

sam groans as his climax hits him like a wave, he explodes. loads and loads of semen just squirting inside you. you sigh a sigh of happiness and content.

he was filled to the brim with cum and it was just never ending. he stays inside you for a bit, slowly but weakly thrusting up into you to keep his cum inside you.

your both panting and out of breath. he smiles and you do to giving him a long and passionate kiss.

"hey." you say with a giggle

"hey beautiful." he says chuckling.

"wanna go upstairs with me to you know, rinse the night off?" you asks with a smile as you slowly slip off his cock, hissing as you do so.

before sam can even respond your losing your balance causing you to fall over. you grab onto the fireplace mantle for stability as sam gets up to help you.

he grabs on to your waist and holds you there before smirking and picking you up bridal style.

"let's go get that shower huh? and then you are going to bed pretty lady." he says with a smirk.

your face is flushed even more than before and your flustered before wrapping your arms around his neck and snuggling into his embrace.

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[lwwife]

Helloo, hope your well! In celebration of Leah’s comeback can we get a smut fic 😁

I was thinking the context could be based on Leah’s girlfriend treating her to a massage that maybe turns sexual bcs Leah gets intensely turned on. Could the fic be mainly Leah receiving but not necessarily being overly submissive (maybe just in the middle idk). Could u include tribbing, Leah receiving from a vibrator maybe? Plus whatever else you’d like to include.

And in terms of the context of it being after her comeback game, you can explain and include that however you’d like :)

Louder than the crowd

Pure smut pretty much - long build up - tiny bit of fluff?

Word Count: 1,433

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“I’m so fucking proud of you” you whisper to Leah, your hands holding both sides of her face. Your body stretched over the barricade on the side of the pitch. You both give each other small kisses, eyes glossed over, before engulfing each other in the tightest hug, risking popping her shoulder next. “I’m going to make you scream a lot louder than that crowd did tonight”. You both smirk at each other before leaning in again.

-

Leah’s family and you decided to take Leah out for a celebratory dinner after the game at a local pub. By the time you both arrived home, you could tell Leah was exhausted. Her body was slumping, and she moved slowly.

She sat on the couch, feet on the coffee table, you looked over at her and sighed. You began to walk over to her and straddled her lap. “Well, hello there” she smiles.

“Hi,” you smile back. You lean in and exchange a few slow kisses before you pull back. “What do you think of some wine and a massage?” you smirk and play with the baby hairs on the back of her neck.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry but I’m far too tired to give you a massage tonight, maybe tomorrow?” she sighs.

“No, you idiot, for you” You laugh at her absurdity.

“Oh! Well in that case, yes fucking please”.

“Off you go upstairs then, take your clothes off, I’ll meet you up there”.

“You sure this is just a massage babe?” she raises an eyebrow, you wink at her, tapping her bum to signal her to go.

-

You’ve set the room up, lights off, multiple candles lit, oil on the go, a playlist of slow sensual music playing through the speaker, and an almost naked Leah laid stomach down on your bed. You walk over towards the bed and trace your fingers over your girlfriend's toned back. She twists her neck to look back at you and smiles. You move your fingertips to trace the laced red underwear she wears and continue to slowly guide along her hip bone. You make eye contact with her and smile before slowly straddling her ass.

You’re dressed in short but loose bed shorts, and an oversized t-shirt belonging to the blonde underneath you. You lean forward, placing your hands on the bed, either side of Leah’s shoulders and move your face down to softly kiss her left shoulder. You continue on, extremely slow to her right, then move to the middle and up the back of her neck. You hear Leah’s breath turn shaky and you smile against her skin. You lift yourself back upright and begin to turn over the bottle of oil you’ve had lying next to you. “I heated this up a little bit so it shouldn’t be too cold”, you tell her before squeezing lines of oil over her back. You decide to get creative and squeeze it into a love heart, softly smiling before placing the bottle down.

You start to smooth the oil over Leah’s still summer-tanned skin. The oil is warm and so is Leah. The sight of your hands gliding over her muscled back cause you to roll your hips on her ass ever so slightly.

As you begin to apply pressure to her shoulders you feel Leah let out a sigh. You continue on her back for about ten minutes before you decide to move to her legs. Before you do, you run your hands along her sides, grazing the side of her boobs before meeting her waist and eventually her hips. Leah lets out a muffled moan and wiggles around a little. You slide your hands down her ass, then all the way to her ankles.

You begin her leg massage at the bottom of her calves, moving up and increasing pressure, you feel Leah relax into your touch, and you can tell how much it is helping. You are soft around the back of her knees and then move towards her thighs.

Before beginning you spread her legs a little wider, to allow you more access to her thighs. You see Leah’s groin push itself subtly into the mattress and you giggle to yourself. You once again squeeze strands of oil onto the back of her thighs and rub it in with pressure. Leah seemed to be relaxed until you eventually moved to her inner thighs. She began to squirm, a lot. “Baby, stay still,” you tell her.

“Mmhh” she grunts back.

“Do you want me to do here as well?” you whisper in her ear, cupping her ass, leaning on her back. Her breath almost stops.

“Oh fuck” she mumbles.

“Is that yes, my love?

“Y/n, I think you know the answer to that”, you smirk at her words and grab the laced red covering her ass, pulling it down till it is discarded on the floor. You immediately notice her incredibly wet pussy and watch as it begins to drip onto the sheets. You bite your lip hard and return to the massage, kneading your hands into her ass. After about 20 seconds of slow kneading and lots of grunts from the blond's mouth she reaches her hand behind her back to meet yours and directs it to feel how wet she is. You move your fingers around slowly, spreading it all over until you suddenly slap one of her cheeks and flip her over to her back. 

She looks up at you, now straddling her crotch. You keep eye contact and slowly lick your fingers, tasting her. She bites her lip and reaches her hands out to touch the bottom of your (her) shirt. She tilts her head up signalling you to take it off. You follow her command and lift the shirt over your head. You lean down once again and slowly hover your chest over her face. She places one hand on your waist and the other on your left boob. She licks across your breast slowly before softly biting your nipple. She runs her left hand down your back while she begins to suck, before moving to your right and repeating the same action. You move your face to hover over hers and attach your lips. You both begin to get more passionate, Leah’s tongue inserting itself into your mouth. She moves around your mouth, as you do hers, both of you grinding into each other. She pulls back, “take these off” she whispers, pulling at your shorts. Which you do immediately, removing yourself off the bed and slowly dragging your shorts and underwear to the floor.

As you move back onto the mattress you position yourself on your knees in between Leah’s legs. You smile at her and look down at the beautiful woman beneath you. Running your hands from her collarbone to her hipbone you let out a shocked sigh at just how sexy she is. You lock eyes with her again, before lifting her right leg up over your shoulder, shifting yourself further towards her. You then slowly begin to lift your right leg over her left, holding eye contact with her, as her breaths quicken.

As soon as you lower yourself, you’re met with the wet centre of your girlfriend. The contact makes you gasp, and you immediately need more. You begin to roll your hips slowly into her, both of you incredibly wet, filling the room with the sound of you two against one another. You feel Leah begin to start grinding as well. As you both continue grinding into one another, your wetness spreading across both of your thighs, moans begin to fill the room. You tilt your head back and Leah places her hand on your hip, forcing you to move faster. You move one of your hands to her tit and squeeze hard. “Good girl baby, keep going, fuck”, you grunt. You keep grinding, harder and harder, and so does she.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” she screams. “Keep going, yes, fuck!”

“I’m gonna cum baby, cum with me, please, come on” she speaks through moans.

You both speed up, your sheets almost as wet as you are now.

“I’m cumming, fuck! Ugh! Yes! Fuck…God…oh fuck” She moans, along with you as you both cum against each other, both of you so wet its slipping into each other. “God you’re so fucking good” she pants. You smile at her before moving up to peck her lips.

“I told you I’d make you scream louder than the crowd”, you smile against her.

“Shhhh” she whispers, leaning into you once again.

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A/n: I know this is wayyy past her comeback but lets pretend -

I’m sorry I didn’t include the vibrator I thought it was getting a little long, but if you'd like to send in another request for a different circumstance where you want the vibrator, I’m more than happy to write it! Hope you all enjoyed!

As always, kind feedback along with any questions or discussion points are always welcome in my inbox :)

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matt sturniolo x fem!reader (y/n)

warnings: none

a/n: helloooo‼️ so i really wanted to make these insta post thingys cause i love them😁 im working on some fics you guys requested!!! thanks a lot for all the love and support ive received lately, ily all sm!🤍

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y/nissuperawesome forest walk w matty teehee🌲 someone get my boyfriend off the roof LMAO

christophersturniolo ❤️ by author You mean our boyfriend😉 matthew.sturniolo @ christophersturniolo Why did Y/n like this comment... y/nissuperawesome @ matthew.sturniolo don't think about it babe💘

leasturniolosss ❤️ by author y/n girls, are we doing alright?

nathandoe8 ❤️ by author Matt is a wild one y/nissuperawesome @ nathandoe8 LMAOO NATE

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y/nissuperawesome we went shopping😁 LOOK AT MATT’S HAT ISNT HE ADORABLE🤍☹️

matthew.sturniolo ❤️ by author Guys, y/n forced me to wear that, it was against my will y/nissuperawesome @ matthew.sturniolo shhhh my little troll 🤫💞

mattgril4life ❤️ by author MATT LOOKS SO CUYE STOP

sturniolo.trplss ❤️ by author brandy melville haul? pleasee

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y/nissuperawesome beach trip🏖️ matt snapped the picture of me🤍🤍

nicolassturniolo ❤️ by author Y/n is rereading a good girls guide to murder (for the 7th time) y/nissuperawesome @ nicolassturniolo are you counting? (8th time)

luciaaaas..priv Where is this?

christophersairforces ❤️ by autor y/n can you please start a youtube, i loved you in the car video last friday y/nissuperawesome @ christophersairforces i’d love try it sometime in the future

[newkatzkafe2023]

I would *love* to see the genderbent version of the Baby Fever / "Impregnate me now!" post. Depending on the Monkey, it could be the Queen herself rather than the S/O asking for a baby

Ohhhhhhhhhh I agree on the queen part, yes indeed😁😁😁

(Lmk Wukong) You have been giving her baby fever for a long time, for years you had tended to no only the baby monkeys FFM but also to Mk, Mei and for some reason Redson. Your like another father to them, a scary one but well not as scary as pigsy but your Definitely much stricter then him as you push Mk a bit to do better things Mostly for her own good. One day she and Mk lost you at that Mall, and the found you comforting a crying girl who got lost from her mother. She cried and hid her face in your chest, and you wrapped you jacket around her she was immediately comforted as she called you baba feeling safe with you while you spoke with mall security. Yup that was the final straw..........

(Wukong) Mk their's something I need to tell My husband

Back At FFM

(Wukong) IMPREGNATE ME AT ONCE!!!!!!

(Male Y/n)HUUUUHHHH?!?!?!?!?😳😳😳🥵🥵🥵

(NR Wukong) I doubt she would get baby fever on the fly, but you do things that may build up to it. Like it's one thing for you to take Care of Li as you treat her like a daughter and treating Her boyfriend Stu like a son. What stranger is that you do the same for Their friends as well, even spoiled rich girl Ao bing wasn't safe from your fathering. Wukong finally asked what has gotten into you lately, that's when you told her that you wanted a baby cub. You told her, when a lost boy had mistaken you as his father and even when you found his real father, he still wouldn't stop calling you baba and you felt strange ever since😣. Wukong jaw dropped her husband got baby fever and he doesn't even know, well then...........

(Wukong) F*CK ME!!!!!!🤤🥵

(Male y/n)...........................Now I normally would but I feel like it's different this time😳😦

(HIB Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh boi you make her ovaries explode every second of every day. I mean, they did that when she first met you, and you kept doing that now. You take care of silly boy the most making sure he stays out of trouble, and make sure to groom Luier and take care of her hair. When Wukong saw that she was down for the count, then you delt the final blow when you were called baba by both the kids and some other children in the village who saw you as a father figure. Wukong couldn't take it anymore

(Wukong) cubs, cubs, Cubs CUBS!!!!! I WANT MORE CUBS🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

(Male y/n) WUKONG PLEASE WE'RE IN PUBLIC!!!!!😣😳

(MKR Wukong) She would never know she had baby fever until its to late for her, like it's was one thing for fruity to address you as baba and you don't have an opinion on it. Then she sees it everywhere you guys go together, whether it be a small boy who needs his ball back from a tree, or a little girl who sad that her plushie ripped and you sat there and sew it back to together. Then what shocked Wukong was how you got lots of rebellious teenagers to open up and vent alot easier then the monk and even their own parents did. Wukong was admittedly impressed with your quirks, but the blow was a mother struggling with her baby and you took the baby boy from her and he immediately stopped crying as you spoke sofly to him.

(Wukong) I.....I think I wanna baby😳😳😳

(Male Y/n) Yeah, I'll do that in a minute hun🙄😒😑

(Netflix Wukong) Now I see her baby fever being caused by her lack their of a family growing up😥 She was all alone for most of her youth until you made it better. Well then she met dragon king, and Lin and finally you, the village weirdo although you were completely unorthodox you were kind, patient and supportive. You never judged her and for that she fell in love with you, but lately she's been feeling a bit hollow like something is missing until she saw what it was. You were playing with the village children, from making up games, and drawing and making snacks for them. Wukong eyes Widened at the care you give to them, and so it clicked she knew what was missing.

(Wukong) Y/n...I want a baby🥺

(Male y/n) ABOUT TIME I wasn't doing all the fatherly stuff for NO reason😑😠

(BMW Wukong) You were always quite rough around the edges and that's what she like about you, but what she didn't know what about your baby fever. It was a bit before she met you and you were hired to watch over a celestials child for a few days, and you turned out to be more of a father then the girls really that which broke your heart then you met your wife. You never brought it up to her in fear of you would come off as pressuring her, but your wife was smarter and more aware then you thought.

(Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh Y/n, how do you feel about cubs

(Male Y/n) I would like that, but I hope you know their might be more than one at the first try😐😐😐

(Wukong)..........what do you mean by that😳😳😳😳😳

(Destined one) Ok, so you were acting strange lately. She's been noticing how you like to lay on her stomach at all times while slightly whimpering. She felt your hollow feelings and mild depression and it's been going on for a while. When the destined one asked what was wrong, you just told her that something was missing. That when you and your wife had separate experiences, she had saved a young child from another demon who wanted to eat her, and the little clung on to her for safety while in the village you had tended to a crying little girl who scraped her knees and you put a Bandage on it making her smile and you both figured out what was missing.

(Destined one) IMPREGNATE ME AT ONCE!!!😫😫😫

(Male Y/n) I WANNA A BABY MONKEY CUB!!!!!!🤩🤩🤩

(Both) WAIT REALLY?!?!?!?😳😳😳

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[holdmytesseract]

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The Most Beautiful Flower

Jotun!King!Loki x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: Some side effects of the pregnancy with the twins unlocked several body insecurities, causing your husband to think of a plan to cheer you up and convince you of your beauty.

Warnings: body insecurities, pregnancy stuff, suggestive smut, tooth rotting fluff, Loki being an absolute sweetheart and most loving, caring, supporting hubby ever, protective Loki, nudity

Word Count: 3,6k

a/n: This oneshot is based on a request @eleniblue had. 😊 Thank you for this, my friend! I hope you're going to like it! 😊

Ps. Chapter Two of 'Through the Years' will be posted on Thursday! 😁

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Ice Flower Masterlist ❄ Loki Masterlist ❄ Masterlist

You stood in front of the wide full-length mirror of yours and Loki's bedroom; looking at yourself. You had just taken a bath with the help of two maidens, but preferred to get fully dressed alone.

Yes... Being now nine months pregnant with Jotun twins was everything but easy. Your feet often hurt and were swollen. Your back ached from all the weight it had to carry. You also were so much more sensitive now. Especially to touch, of course - which could be great, but also annoying.

The worst of all, though, was that you were freezing even more! You didn't know that it was possible, but... Oh, it was. Only logical with two Frost Giant babies growing within you... There were nights when even Loki's body warmth wasn't enough to keep you from freezing. Several furs and blankets were needed, until you were practically wrapped up in a cocoon. And that was only the 'beginning'... The healers told you that it was quite possible for more 'side effects' to occur - and you still had about four months to go...

You looked with critical eyes over your body; seeing several stretch marks, water retention in your legs, swollen feet and even some small freezer burn marks - especially on your belly. Not to mention that you gained a lot of weight throughout this pregnancy.

You sighed; body insecurities kicking in. This is far from beautiful, you thought. This isn't how a queen should look like... You ran your hands down the bare skin of your lower back and over your big bump, which were your twins. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes; your mind planting even more dark thoughts within your brain. What if Loki won't find me attractive anymore? What if he thinks I'm ugly? The maelstrom of negativity pulled you deeper and deeper with no chances of escape. What if he won't bed me any-

Your train of thoughts got harshly interrupted by a pair of pleasantly warm hands, which landed on your hips and glided forwards to cup your growing bump. You gasped. Touch sensitivity.

"What's that frown on your face about, my love?" The deep, velvety timbre of your husband's voice urged to your ears. Combined with the kiss he bestowed upon your bare shoulder, caused goosebumps to form on your entire body.

You were about to answer, as one of your twins gave a nudge against Loki's palm, making the king chuckle. "Someone is enjoying the touch of their father," he stated; letting his one hand roam to feel for more movement of his offspring. "Seems like they are well and healthy. What did the healers say this morning, Flower?" You nodded and placed your hands on Loki's way bigger ones; enjoying the touch nevertheless. "They are, my love. Healthy and growing as they should." Loki inhaled the scent of your freshly washed hair and cleaned skin, before lowering his head to kiss your shoulder once again. "That is good to hear. I never had doubts, though. Not with such a strong, powerful woman being their mother." Your heart skipped of course a beat at his words - but the darkness lurked within your head still.

Loki lifted his lips from your skin with a soft pop, before he looked up to meet your eyes in the mirror. "Now, my queen... Tell me... What is that frown doing on the beautiful face of yours?"

You swallowed hard; tried desperately to suppress the upcoming tears. "Nothing, my king. I was just thinking." "Thinking? About what?" Your husband asked; pressing his tall frame against yours. You shook your head. You didn't want him to see how weak and vulnerable you were in this moment. You didn't want his pity. You should be strong... Be his warrior goddess. But you weren't.

"Nothing important, Loki," you lied and turned around in his embrace to give him a fake smile.

Your husband looked intensely at you for a moment; frowning. He sensed that something was off. He knew. He wasn't blind, neither stupid. But he also didn't want to pressure you into talking to him - so he played it off.

"Alright, my love."

Over the next days, the Jotun king made sure to always have an eye on you. Sure, he was already watching you like a hawk; barely leaving you alone. After all, you were carrying his children. His primal instinct left him no other choice than to look after his pregnant wife. And honestly? He wouldn't want it any other way. He must protect what was his.

Now, though, he watched you even closer; trying to figure out what exactly was bothering you - and he soon got his answer...

Some days, you were awake before him. Nothing unusual, but now that you were pregnant, it happened more often. Just like that day.

You were standing in front of the mirror - once more looking at your unattractive self. Usually, you did that when Loki was away and couldn't notice, but this time... You thought he was asleep, but unbeknownst to you, he wasn't...

Loki shifted inside the bed; arm reaching out to feel for you, but your side of the bed was cold and empty. She's already awake and up, the king thought. He was about to settle down again and continue to sleep, when he suddenly heard a heartbreaking sigh. Frowning, he turned on his back and blinked his eyes open. His bare abs clenched as he sat up; ruby eyes searching for the origin of said sigh. Then he saw you. Standing in front of the mirror; only dressed in undergarments. Your gaze was focused on a deep stretch mark on the side of your left hip. The moment Loki saw a tear running down the side of your face, he knew. It fell like scales from his eyes. It all made sense now. Your strange behaviour. Why you avoided his touch more often and hid your body from him; avoiding him seeing you naked.

The changes your body went through during pregnancy was bothering you. You were insecure.

His heart ached upon watching this; knowing exactly what you must be thinking. He wanted to jump up from the bed, run over to you and scream at you how utterly beautiful you were to him, but he knew he couldn't. You were clearly trying to hide this from him. If he would confront you now, you'd feel caught and probably even embarrassed. So, heavy-heartedly, Loki quietly laid back down; pretending to be asleep. But his mind was working; searching for a way to make those dreadful insecurities go away - and it didn't take him long to figure out a plan...

"My king, where are you taking me? I know you said it is a surprise - and I really don't wish to ruin this, but... My feet are hurting. I'm afraid I won't be able to walk much longer..." Your hand was entwined with Loki's, as he led you - carefully and slowly, blindfolded to somewhere only he knew.

He said he wanted to take you out a bit, but make it a surprise and not tell you where. Just the two of you. No guards. No interruptions. You agreed, of course; trusting him with your life.

"I know, my darling Flower. Apologies. We'll arrive soon," he said; squeezing your hand in a reassuring manner. Sure, you had a carriage for about half the way, but the rest had to be reached on foot. "Is everything else alright? Beside the aching feet?" Loki stopped for a moment, to check on your well-being. You nodded; smiling softly. "We're good, love." "Good." Loki pressed his lips against your forehead; kissing you softly.

"Let us walk on. We have almost reached our destination."

You couldn't deny, that you were quite curious about Loki's plans - and you really thought about it a lot. But you hadn't anticipated what was awaiting you, once the king announced that you had arrived...

"Are you ready, Y/N?" You nodded excitedly; free hand roaming your baby bump. "Yes!" "Alright." You felt how Loki let go of your hand and took a step closer to you; the ground rustling beneath his feet. "Brace yourself, Flower." He was audibly smiling, while he gently untied the blindfold on the back of your head. Once he did that, he stepped aside. "Open your eyes, my queen." You did, of course, causing a gasp immediately to leave your lips.

You were in the forest. But not on Jotunheim... This was Asgard. A big picnic blanket was spread out on the ground, with a lot of things to eat splayed out on top of it. Asgardian food. Your gaze travelled further. Behind the blanket, there was- "No way, Loki..." Your eyes widened. "You... You took me to-" Loki appeared in your field of view; smiling. "To our lake, yes." You felt how your eyes started to water immediately.

The little lake in the forests beside the Asgardian training camp. The lake where you and the king met; spend a lot of time in and falling helplessly in love with each other in the end. This small lake was a big and important part of yours and Loki's life. And now he had taken you there. It had been quite a few years since you lastly saw the lake. Too much was going on in both yours and Loki's life. Until now...

"Oh, my love this... This is amazing." You cried - happy tears. "It's so great to be here again. So many memories are connected to this place..." Loki nodded; wrapping you up in the tightest hug possible. "Indeed. I love being back here as well." "How do I deserve this? For you to take me here?" The king just shrugged his shoulders with a smile. "Does a man in love needs a reason to take out the woman he loves?"

Of course, Loki had his reason - but he didn't want to confront you with it just now.

"I-I suppose not," you answered; softly blushing at his charming words. "See? Now let's dig into the food, shall we? I'm starving."

After the delicious food the royal Asgardian kitchen of the palace had prepared for you was eaten, Loki had thought of a way to approach the body insecurities you had developed.

"Darling," Loki started; getting your attention. "It's a beautiful warm day today... Would you like to go for a swim?" The king noticed how your demeanour shifted immediately. You felt visibly uncomfortable; eyes widening. "A-A swim?" "Yes," Loki said with a smile; already starting to get rid of his armour and loincloth. Your eyes widened even more - if that was possible as you watched him getting naked. "Skinny dipping?" You squeaked up; almost shocked. "Sure, my love. It is how we met, isn't it?" He smiled smugly; giving you a smouldering look. "So... Are you joining me?" Your husband was about to get rid of the loincloth, covering his most private parts, when you stopped him. "L-Loki, stop, please, I-" He halted immediately in his movements; beautiful ruby eyes meeting your Y/E/C ones.

"What is it, Flower?" "I-I-" You stammered out; not knowing what to say. "Nothing, I just..." Loki's eyebrows slanted; a soft expression taking over his face. "My queen... I know there's something wrong. I already knew it for days - weeks, even... I noticed. I'm not blind, darling. I just didn't pressure you into talking to me; hoping you'd probably come to me on your own, but..." He reached for your hand; gently taking it in his bigger one. "Please... Don't shut me out. Talk to me."

You sighed; bottom lip trembling dangerously. That was exactly what you wanted to prevent from happening - but well, you weren't able to. He had seen it. Now it was already too late anyway. Hiding was impossible.

"Please..." Loki whispered and lifted your chin gently with his thumb and forefinger. The touch causing a gasp to leave your lips; feeling the touch sensitivity once more.

"I-I'm afraid that... That you don't find me attractive anymore." With those words leaving your lips, Loki had been proven right. This was about your body insecurities.

"What? But why, my love? Why would I ever find you unattractive?" You blinked; trying again to suppress the tears. "Be-Because I've gained weight since I'm pregnant... I'm far from the beautiful and strong woman you married. I have stretch marks. I have swollen feet. There a water retention in my legs and even freezer-" Loki couldn't listen to this any longer. How you talked so ill of yourself. So, he intervened.

"Y/N, no. Let me me stop you right here," your husband said in a serious voice; his heart aching and bleeding. "Please don't talk like that about yourself. Please." "But-" He shook his head, interrupting you straight again. "No, my queen, you are listening to me now." Loki took both your hands in his now; making you look at him. "Your body is changing, yes - but... Flower... You are pregnant. It's normal for your body to change. It's natural." He stated softly; squeezing your hands. "And by the holy roots of Yggdrasil, please... Please don't think that I find you less attractive because of that. Norns, no! Quite the opposite... I find myself being more attracted towards you than ever before."

You blinked; unable to process his words. Could this be true? "W-What? You... What? H-How? I-I mean..."

"How?" Loki couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Darling, you are practically glowing! Your skin is so soft and sensitive. Every touch feels like an igniting spark. I love that you gained weight, because..." He started; hungry eyes wandering over your whole body. "Everything got bigger - and I mean that in the sexiest way possible." He winked - and you blushed. "Your bum got bigger - don't think I haven't noticed that, because I have." Another wink. "Your baby bump, of course. My two favourite ladies..." His eyes settled on your chest for a moment. "And those thighs... Look at them." Loki ran his palms up the sides of your legs, up to your hips. "Delicious. How could I not want you?"

You just stared at him, at a loss of words; listening to everything he said.

The king's ruby eyes were trained on your swollen stomach once more, "I don't care about stretch marks or freezer burn marks or water retention." hands following suit. "All I care about is yours and our children's well-being. Your body is performing a miracle, darling. You are growing our twins. Carrying and nurturing them. This is more than I could've ever asked for."

You weren't able to hold back your tears any longer. His words touched you deeply; were like balm for your wounded soul. "R-Really?" You stammered out; eyes searching his. Loki smiled; was towering above you by now. "Really. Every word I just spoke is true. You are truly the most beautiful woman in all the nine realms. My beautiful, unique, special flower."

You softly smiled at him through the tears; still a bit insecure, but not as much as you were before. Cupping your husband's cheeks, you pulled him down for a kiss - which he gladly returned; and you didn't let go of him. You kept your lips locked to his; needing all his love and attention. You literally took the king's breath away and at some point he desperately needed to breathe, so he let one hand wander to your side; fingertips gently starting to tickle you.

Due to the pregnancy you were more ticklish than before. Therefore caused your husband's small tickling attack your immediate retreat from his sinful lips to let out a hearty giggle.

"Loki, s-stop, I-" He just smirked; mischief sparkling in his ruby eyes. He started to tickle you even more, using his other hand too - until you were not just giggling, but laughing. "Lokiiii! P-Please, I-" "Only if you promise to not hide your beauty from me anymore and take a swim with me." "O-Ho-Hokay, I- I promise!" Loki stopped then; turning his tickling into caressing. "There you go, my love." He smiled lovingly down at you and bestowed another kiss upon your lips. "Now come." The king got rid of the last item of clothing which prevented him from being nude, then walked straight into the lake - giving you a delicious view of his glorious, peachy butt, firm, strong thighs and muscular back. You swallowed hard; trying desperately to not get impure thoughts right now.

He dipped underneath the water; getting his whole body wet, before he re-emerged; shaking the water out of his luscious raven curls. You bit your lip at the sight; thighs clenching together instantly. "Are you going to join me now, my queen? I promise, here is nobody but us. We are alone." You nodded; taking a deep breath and started to undress. Loki watched your every move; his eyes not leaving your body once again. You couldn't help but to blush under his stunning, deep ruby eyes.

Slowly, you moved to get up from the picnic blanket - which was a tricky task by now. "Shall I help you, Flower?" Loki asked; was ready to jump to your side immediately. "No, no, it's okay. I got it, my love." You reassured him and in the end made it to stand up.

Loki was watching you as you took careful steps towards the shore of the lake; a smile upon his lips. Being the gentleman he was, he helped you inside the water, of course.

"You look like a goddess, my love. Truly beautiful." "T-Thank you." You took his hand; letting him guide you into the lake. Loki's other hand was immediately on your hip to support you; helping you swim over to the familiar stones, on which you could lean onto. You placed your arms on the edge; supporting yourself. Loki swam up behind you; embracing you and resting his head in the crook of your neck.

"This is wonderful, Loki. Thank you for taking me here. I didn't realise how much I missed this place - until now." You felt him nodding. "Me too, Y/N. It's great to relive old memories here." "Mhm... Definitely. When I think back to when we met..." You started; giggling. "You were such a handsome, arrogant asshole - it drove me crazy how perfect, yet annoying you were." The king chuckled. "Well, I guess you are right. I was. I just didn't know how to get along with those sudden, strange feelings I harboured for you." "Understandable." Another chuckle. "I never thought I'd get you back after all that happened, but... Look at us now... We are married, the king and queen of Jotunheim and expecting offspring." "Crazy, isn't it?" Loki pulled you a little closer; planting several kisses on the wet skin of your neck. "Mhhh... Crazy but real."

Pleasant silence spread between the two of you. You were both just enjoying the warmth of the sun, the soft breeze rustling the trees and the sound of the nature around you; bathing in each other's proximity - until Loki broke the silence again...

He inhaled a deep breath; burying his nose in your hair. "You know what I'd love to do now, Flower?" You shook your head; completely unaware of the not so innocent thoughts ghosting through your husband's mind. "No, my king. Enlighten me, please?" Loki smirked - unbeknownst to you and lowered his head, only to press his soft lips against the shell of your ear. "I'd love to ravish you right here on that very stone, like I almost did on that very day a few years ago. Finish what I- we started. Can you remember, darling?" He whispered, causing a shiver to run down your spine; eyes widening.

Oh and how you remembered that day! After all, he had almost taken your innocence...

"O-Of course I remember." Your husband chuckled darkly, "Would you like that, my precious Flower? Making love for real this time? Without being afraid of getting caught while doing such a forbidden thing?" and pressed his hips up against your bottom; eliciting a soft moan from your lips. You felt how your brain fogged up; arousal flooding your veins. You turned around in his embrace; Y/E/C eyes literally dripping with want. "I-I would love to, m-my king."

You were about to dip your hand past the water surface and reach for the throbbing desire between his legs, when he suddenly reached for your hand; stopping you. You looked up, meeting his gaze. There was undeniable arousal in his rubies as well, but love and care overweight the lust - as if he had realised something. A switch in his head turned.

He shook his head; averting his eyes. "Apologies, my love, but I think we rather shouldn't do that."

You frowned at his words; your built up self-confidence almost crashing down again. Wasn't he the one who insisted this? Wasn't he the one who-

"I don't want to hurt you, you know - or Norns forbid, our children. You are nine months pregnant, Y/N. Making love on a stone beside a lake isn't perhaps the best option. Especially not for your back. You need to be comfortable - and a stone is the exact opposite."

You blinked. Oh...

Blushing, you nodded. "Perhaps, yes, my king." Loki smiled; pressing a sweet kiss on your lips. "Let's get you back home in our chambers and I promise you that I am going to show you tonight how attractive I think you are, sweet Flower. My queen needs to be thoroughly worshipped, like she deserves - and I hate that I wasn't able to do this in a long time, but tonight, I'm going to make up for it, darling, I swear by the holy roots of Yggdrasil."

[mulletmitsuya]

Toman Groupchat (Final Timeline)

Warnings: suggestive, dark humour, mentions of abuse (kazutora's dad) in a serious and non serious way

Desc: so uh, it's not exactly like this (the request), but this is the basic format of events. the founders know kind of but Smiley and Angry don't. 🍎anon, forgive me if you hate it 😓🙏

Side Note: all the dark topics i'm making fun of (homophobia, abuse etc) are things i've personally gone through! i'm not just an asshole who jokes about bad things✋️😪!

Angry: i'm beginning to think there is something wrong with our friend

Draken: be more specific

Baji: that's literally all of us

Baji: ESPECIALLY Mikey

Mikey: ?

Mikey: you can't prove that

Baji: there's a deep sadness in your eyes

Baji: *madness

Mitsuya: tbh, both work

Mitsuya: sorry

Mikey: what do you mean

Mikey: i'm perfectly fine

Mikey: everyone in my life is alive and no one is dead

Mikey: i haven't committed any unforgivable sins

Mikey: see? i'm fine

Mitsuya: what are you ever talking about dude

Baji: see? he's crazy

Baji: i'd say something's wrong with Takemitchy but he's just ugly. does that count

Takemitchy: my wife would think otherwise😒

Baji: idgaf

Mikey: i also think otherwise just btw

Draken: bro let it go

Mikey: let what go😁

Mikey: it should've been me walking down the isle fr but like, i don't mind

Takemitchy: Mikey-kun i can't tell if this is a joke 😂

Chifuyu: Mikey you're making him uncomfortable😒

Mikey: Chifuyu, did you know that in another universe, i shot you in the head?

Chifuyu: yeah i bet, fucking psycho

Takemitchy: Mikey-kun😐

Anrgy: i mean Kazutora

Angry: there's something wrong with Kazutora

Draken: can't argue with that

Mitsuya: yep

Mikey: oh yeah definitely, but we all knew this?

Chifuyu: he should be admitted to a psych ward, in my personal opinion

Smiley: he has a few screws loose, but that's what makes him funny

Smiley: he threatened to kill me the other day and i genuinely didn't know if he was joking or not. i love that guy😁

Takemitchy: i'm sure he was joking. we all joke like that🤣

Chifuyu: he probably wasn't and we all know it

Draken: why did he threaten to kill you

Draken: did you do that thing where you intentionaly trigger people to get a reaction out of them

Draken: cause then i can vouch for Kazutora and say that Smiley would deserve it

Smiley: i only do that with you, Draken. it's really easy

Smiley: you're hot when you're mad

Smiley: i love seeing that vein pop out of that big ass head of yours

Smiley: makes me wonder what else is veiny

Angry: ew😠👎

Mikey: do you mean his penis?

Mikey: cause yeah it has like one vein

Baji: how do you even know that

Mikey: Emma has pictures

Draken: i'm gonna hurt you, Smiley

Smiley: see?

Smiley: easy

Angry: can you please stay on topic😐

Smiley: fine

Smiley: he tried to kill me cause i beat him at UNO

Smiley: insisted i cheated🙄

Mikey: did you?

Smiley: yeah

Angry: you find new ways to disappoint me big bro😡

Smiley: it's just a game lil bro 😁

Draken: one day, i'll do something i can't take back

Smiley: what, you'll fuck me?

Draken: enough

Angry: before you hurt Smiley, can we please talk about Tora

Angry: since you guys are super close

Angry: i really am worried

Chifuyu: he's fine

Angry: how do you know

Chifuyu: i'm with him like 24/7?

Chifuyu: okay maybe he's not fine fine, but Baji-san and i are dealing with it

Baji: he's going to therapy, so it's not like he's not getting help

Takemitchy: but what's wrong with him?

Takemitchy: oh, nevermind, i remember

Baji: how would *you* know🧐?

Takemitchy: uh

Takemitchy: i don't

Takemitchy: i just didn't want to look stupid!! yeah, that's it haha😅

Mikey: dude, you're gonna blow our cover

Mikey: when you could be blowing me instead 🤣🤣😭💔😂🍆💦

Mikey: anyway

Takemitchy: i don't know what to say anymore 😄

Angry: GUYS

Angry: PLEASE

Draken: see, idk if we should be disclosing why Kazutora's the way he is

Draken: isn't it like, super personal?

Baji: his dad used to beat him, real bad

Baji: his mom too. they'd fight all the time and they'd make him pick sides and shit

Angry: his mom also used to beat him🙁?

Baji: no, his dad would beat Tora and his mom

Baji: i set his dad's car on fire once 🔥

Draken: ...😐

Baji: what? it's not like he keeps it private. if you ask him, he'll tell you

Draken: yeah, we should have asked *him*

Baji: you don't get him like i do fr

Chifuyu: wait 😌🤚

Chifuyu: they don't love you like i love you 🫵

Baji: ?

Baji: i love you too?

Chifuyu: it's... it's a trend

Chifuyu: yk, on tiktok

Chifuyu: nevermind

Mikey: you look so fucking stupid🫵😭

Draken: why do i ever bother

Draken: i'm gonna leave this group for good

Mikey: you've been saying that for the past 10 years 🥱

Angry: oh😕

Angry: is there any way we can help him?

Smiley: man i feel like we should have known this

Smiley: that's why he gets so mad at "yo mama" jokes

Smiley: i feel bad now 😬

Baji: just don't talk about dad's or mom's or families at all

Baji: he's not gonna do anything, but i'm sure it hurts him inside

Mikey: we should find his dad and kill him

Mikey: amiryt guys

Draken: why are you so casual about murder

Draken: but i agree, this once

Mitsuya: you literally always agree

Kazutora: who are we killing

Kazutora:

Draken: why does it look like that

Kazutora: hang on, let me catch up

Draken: don't do that. we weren't talking about anything

Baji: we were talking about your abusive parents

Draken: 😐

Kazutora: ...

Kazutora: i thought i was hiding it well

Smiley: hiding what?

Kazutora: mental illness

Smiley: oh

Smiley: you weren't

Mikey: dude

Angry: there's something wrong with all of us! so it's okay

Smiley: yeah but it's more obvious with Kazutora

Draken: are you good tho?

Kazutora: yeah i'm fine. my dad came to the pet shop the other day and i guess i've been freaked out

Kazutora: but i killed him👍

Angry: 😧

Takemitchy: SHIT

Mikey: oh god, please tell me you're joking

Baji: dude😐

Kazutora: i'm joking lol

Kazutora: i just hit him several times in the head with a crowbar

Draken: ...

Draken: so you, killed him?

Kazutora: he's in the hospital. he's fine

Kazutora: well, he's in a coma, but he's alive

Smiley: dude, you're gonna go to jail?????

Kazutora: nahhh

Baji: fym "nahhh" ???

Kazutora: no evidence

Kazutora: i followed him home and he didn't see me

Takemitchy: what about camera's??

Kazutora: i have an alibi

Draken: holy shit you're gonna go to jail man

Draken: ok we need to have a meeting or something. plan of action

Mitsuya: Kazutora why would you do that man

Mikey: Kazutora

Mikey: do you know the amount of work you just undid😟

Mikey: why do you like bashing people's skulls so much holy shit 😓

Angry: what do we do

Kazutora: guys it'll be fine

Kazutora: my dad has so many ops. he's the worst guy ever. people hate him

Kazutora: and i stole some stuff so they'll just rule it as a mugging

Draken: ...or as an attempted murder😐

Kazutora: you guys are bumming me out😒

Draken: us????

Takemitchy: ok you know what

Takemitchy: let's all meet at my place

Takemitchy: we'll eat and drink and uh, discuss the situation at hand

Takemitchy: in a normal, non bumming out way

Mikey: we're cooked

Baji: i'll take the fall, if necessary

Mikey: holy shit i'm going to kill myself

Draken: THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU

Mikey: YES IT IS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

Takemitchy: we're cooked

[gublerie]

i need to gather all my thoughts about spencer reid coming back to criminal minds

i dont think they’ll kill him !! i think thats highly unlikely bc 1) they never brought back a character just to kill him and im not counting gideon cause mandy didn’t actually come back and 2) spencer is by far one of the most loved characters i dont think the writers are stupid

i dont think they’ll bring back max lol ive always said if spencer came back they’d just act like max never existed

i dont think (and this is somehow a manifestation as well) that they’ll try to make jeid happen specially bc he’s only back for an episode so that wouldnt even work

i do think he’s just coming back to give closure for his character and to just quiet once and for all the speculations of him coming back for good

tell me if you agree or just share your thoughts im really excited for his return 😁

[yangkitties]

Stray Kids as… your college boyfriends <3

pairing: ot8 x gn!reader || word count: 1.1k genre: 100% fluff 🫶 || warnings: none (except you will feel extremely single after reading this-), not proofread but i think it should be okay :D synopsis: how stray kids are as your college boyfriends :] note: !! it's here !!! my first post !! i'm excited, i hope you enjoy 😁🫶 (feel free to pop into my ask box to chat hehe)

Chan

let’s you steal his hoodies 

super late night study sessions together 

probably walks the entire campus just to pick you up from class 

soooo many cuddle sessions 

late night grocery runs

The room is mostly quiet, the silence punctuated by the click clack of computer keys and the lazy scribble of pens as you and Chan work side by side. A few more pages of notes and you’d be done for the day. 

The night grows, slowly but surely, yet the both of you stay by each other’s sides, working in harmony. The silence is broken finally by a barely stifled yawn, coming out of your mouth. 

‘You tired, darling?’ Chan asks, spinning in his chair to face you. 

‘Not really, just hungry.’ You reply, stretching your arms. 

A beat of silence passes before you make eye contact, his dark brown eyes filling your vision. You already knew what each of you were going to say, but it didn’t matter. 

‘Late night grocery run?’ You both giggle, already getting up to grab your jackets. 

Minho

loads of walks in the campus park while holding hands 

you guys get a small apartment together and adopt a cat 

lots of weekend trips away

cooks lunch for you and leaves cheesy notes in them >.<

likes to lovingly tease you at any given point of time 

Soft purring wakes you up from a nap, and you feel the scratch of soft fur beneath your chin the more conscious you become.  Your eyes are filled with the sight of a sheepish Minho, whose arms are full holding a writhing fur ball. 

‘Sorry, I tried not to let him wake you up.’ He apologises, a small kiss placed on the crown of your head. 

You smile, ‘It’s okay, its high time I woke up anyways.’ You pull the cat into your arms, gently petting his head. 

‘Well that’s right. If you spent anymore time sleeping, you’d end up becoming prettier than me.’ Minho rolls his eyes before joining you on the couch, his head soon finding solace on top of your shoulder. 

Changbin

holds your hand whenever he can

long drives to the beach or nearby towns >:( 

takes you out every weekend 

gets matching tattoos that are tiny so even if you break up you won’t forget him

SERENADES YOU ALL THE TIME !!!! Sitting together, doing nothing? Singing for you. Cooking? Singing for you. Loves the way you blush when he sings for you <3 

It’s a peaceful night, where the both of you are just chilling together. A comfortable silence wraps around the both of you as you do your own things. 

The silence is soon broken, as Changbin’s sweet voice fills your ears. Another pretty love song flows past his lips, causing a smile to break out onto your face. 

‘Why, thank you my Binnie baby.’ You giggle, reaching over and kissing him softly. 

‘Anything for you sweetheart.’ 

Hyunjin

FORCES you to steal his hoodies 

leaves cute little doodles all over ur things. enjoys sketching you <3

so. many. kisses. 

let’s you play with his hair when your stressed 

tries to help you study but ends up distracting you

A flash of a yellow sticky note catches your eyes as you arrange your textbook on your desk. When you flip it open you see a small doodle of a flower on it, with the message ‘a pretty flower for my pretty flower <3 - love hyune’ 

You quickly take a picture, sending a text out to Hyunjin. 

‘thank you baby <3’ 

It takes but a second for you to receive a reply. 

‘anything for you my love’ 

Jisung

soooo many movie nights 

endless cuddles 

takes you out to small impromptu dates ever so often

enjoys sharing clothes with you! more than you stealing his hoodies, he’s stealing your clothes, and occasionally accessories 

likes getting kisses from you

‘Hey honey, where’s that light green hoodie of yours? I bought some new pants and I want to see if they match,’ Jisung calls out as he claws through your wardrobe. 

‘Babe didn’t you wear it two days ago? It should be in the laundry then.’ You giggle as Jisung turns around with a pout. ‘Damn I really wanted to wear it…’

‘Well maybe you should consider buying your own one, instead of stealing all of mine.’ You joke, knowing full and well that he’d rather wear yours. 

Felix 

bakes you treats whenever your stressed (it’s stress relieving for him too) 

BACK HUGS WHENEVER HE SEES YOU 

picnic dates

holds your hand while walking to class 

makes matching bracelets for you both 

Two strong arms encircle your waist, immediately indicating that Felix had found you. You look up to see his endearing smile, dimples popping and eyes shining. 

‘Hello my lovely Lix.’ You coo at him before he could even say anything. 

‘Hi baby! I was just walking to class and I saw you waiting outside. Want me to walk you to your next lecture?’ Felix offers, now beside you, arms wrapped around your shoulder. 

‘I’d love that, thank you.’ You beam up at him as the both of you make your way over to your next class. 

Seungmin

kisses you allllll over your face, but especially loves ur nose

sings you to sleep when ur stressed 

so many goddamn library dates fr, just sitting in silence, studying together 

brings you your morning coffee everyday 

likes to take you shopping because he loves the way you smile when he says you look good <3 

‘How does this look?’ You twirled around once, showing off a simple jumper for Seungmin to judge. 

A soft smile takes over Seungmin’s lips, as his thumb brushed against your wrist. ‘You look absolutely gorgeous baby,’ he said. 

‘Thank you, my love.’ You smile at him before dipping into the trail room once more. 

Jeongin

the best boyfriend fr fr!! walks to class with you, holds your hand, actually helps you study

gets you so many matching items <3

is a shy baby when it comes to showing PDA

temple/forehead kisses 

likes to take you out on simple dates

‘Cmon just another second, don’t open your eyes yet!!!’ Jeongin pleaded as you rolled your closed eyes, huffing as your boyfriend struggled to surprise you. 

‘Okay, you can open them now!!’ In front of your eyes, Jeongin’s palm lays open with 2 silver necklaces in it. You picked one up and noticed that the heart pendant had your initials engraved in it. ‘Do you like it? The one with your initials is for me and the one with my initials is for you.’ Jeongin smiles expectantly, noticing the shine in your eyes.   

‘Oh baby, I love it… thank you.’ 

©️ yangkitties 2023 do not copy, plagiarise, or repost

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

In The Dark Of The Night

Pairing: Valak  / The Nun x Fem! Nun! Reader.

Summary: After arriving and joining the Covent you so didn't wish to join, Valak takes a liking to you.

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex (fem receiving), Tongue fucking, Fingering, Intercourse (P in V), Masturbation, Voyeurism, Unprotected sex, Overstimulation. Mention of reader possibly catching an STI from Valak and his ashy lips. Reader smokes weed.

Writing Time: 3 hours.

Word Count: 2251.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 6.

A/N:

Had a ball figuring this shit out. Started writing this at 1am, it's now nearly 4am and I have to be up in 2 hours 😁🔫 Think about that when the reader is crying about not getting enough sleep. I love this fic but I think Valak is very OOC, this is my first time writing him so hopefully I'll get better at it. Valak is referred to as 'The Nun' and with they/them pronouns (until they whip out their dick 😁) since I was semi writing fron the reader's perspective and they have no idea what Valak's name is or what they identify as. But I do write Valak as male, so they are male here it's just doesn't know until near the end.I'm tired so I didn't research Nuns and Covents before writing this, which I probably should of done but who cares since the movies do a poor job of explaining them? I'm sure y'all only came for the smut. I'll fix it when if I feel like it. Valak has ashy lips cause I said so.

Here is the masterlist for all my Kinktober 2023 works.

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Something felt off, to say the least. You felt more uneasy in this new unfamiliar place than any other place.

When your father announced you'd be attending this new place, you were furious. Well, furious and heartbroken. He had written you off to become a nun because it was the easiest way to send you away. And all for wait? Because you had recently been having issues with your mental health and he couldn't deal with it? Or did he need you needed Jesus?

Either way, you started hating him on the drive here. And once you stepped foot in this place and felt the almost sicken bad vibes.

The teachers had been just as you expected. Strict, never smiling and so obviously loved having power over others. Others being the new not yet devoted Nuns or freshly devoted Nuns.

You was gonna hate it here.

You had met your new sisters and to be honest, none of them mattered to you. You weren't in any kind of mood to make friends, but you hoped that would change. You didn't want to be alone here.

The only Sister that seemed like friend material was Sister Irene. She had that kind and friendly spirit that you thought all Nuns should have.

But seriously, something wasn't right around here. You couldn't place your finger on it and honestly, you hoped you never could.

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You tried to get comfortable in your new bed, but it seemed impossible. Like the Devil was purposely making the springs press into your back and then laughing at your discomfort.

You huffed as you gave up and got out of bed. You grabbed your carefully stashed away blunts and lighter and headed for your window. Unlocking the old window proved to be a little bit of a challenge but you managed.

You started at the sky as you smoked, the affect of the weed slowly crawled into you and eased you. You leaned against the wall of the window and slowly looked around your room. The atmosphere suddenly changed back to uneasy and even more so.

Something...or maybe someone caught your eye. You had spotted a figure in your room, in front of your bedroom door. It was so dark, you couldn't make out any features. Just the outline of a body.

It freaked you out to say the least and you knew you wasn't that high so this was real. It had to one of your Sisters right? Here to snitch on you for smoking a joint...right?

"If you're here to catch me up to something, well, you caught me. So what are you waiting for now? Go ahead and snitch." You called out.

No response. You were quiet for a few seconds, just staring at the figure. You then sighed a bit before drawing another drag and offering it up to the mysterious figure.

"Or do you want some?"

The figure suddenly disappeared and you couldn't see where it went. You stood up properly in fear and looked around again, you saw nothing. The room looked completely normal even in the dark but certainly didn't feel normal.

You nervously put out the blunt and crawling back into bed. You told yourself it had to have been the pot, even if you didn't feel that high it must of been that. Maybe your dealer gave you something different this time, some pot laced with something. God you hope it was just that. It has to be just a bad trip.

Fortunately, you managed to fall asleep fairly quickly after that. Bud seemed to be just what you needed to fall asleep. You would get you was asleep for maybe a little over an hour before you stirred awake.

Wonderful, awake again, and it only just turned 1am and you were gonna be woken up at 6am. Delicious, this is gonna be a night full of broken up sleep. You looked up to face the ceiling and hopefully fall asleep again, just get those much needed extra hours.

But you couldn't. And you didn't feel like smoking again, so you did the next best thing. Placed both feet against the bed with your knees bent and pushed a hand past your underwear. You carefully fingered yourselves with two fingers. As your pleasure built up, you closed your eyes and focused simply on your own pleasure. A few moaned slipped out of your mouth and when you felt although you was ready, you added another finger.

You lost yourself in your pleasure and smiled as you neared yourself closer to the edge. It didn't take too long, considering how sleepy you already was. But right as you felt your orgasm building, you opened you eyes. And boy did you regret it.

When you opened your eyes, your attention quickly went to the foot of your bed where another figure appeared. And this time, you could see their features. It was Nun, with a terrifying face say the least. You knew it wasn't another Sister because of their lovely face which was smirking down at you, giving you a lovely view of their sharp fangs. Their eyes glowing a piercing yellow.

'Hell no, not today Satan. Please no.' Is what you thought as you, now fully wide awake, threw your covers off, ripped all fingers out of your pussy and made a beeline for the door. You were stopped by a force that only could of been supernatural and air yeeted back onto your bed. You screamed as loud as you could and the creepy looking Nun inched closer and closer to you.

"Oh Baby, don't scream. Don't cry." The Nun pouted down at you and touched your right cheek.

Obviously, you screamed even louder. The Nun's soft expression disappeared almost as soon as it came and they clamped a hand down across your mouth and squeezed.

"Shut up, now." It's tone now gruff and aggressive.

You looked up at them in fear whilst noticing some strange beauty in their face and soon started crying, "Please don't hurt me."

"Oh Dear," Their soft tone suddenly back, "I'm not here to hurt you... I just wanted to help."

"H-Help?" You whispered.

The Nun gave you a smile and headed down south. You thought the smile was supposed to be comforting but it felt so evil and unsettling, it had the opposite the affect. You felt your heart beat faster in fear, the way your heart starts beating when your about to have a panic attack. It definitely didn't help that you still couldn't move and was completely immobilised by this supernatural force.

The Nun pulled your panties down to your knees, not bothering pulling them down all the way and quickly got to work. Their tongue was... something you had experienced before.

It was wet, messy and far too big to be normal. It was driving you insane. If you had to guess from just the feeling, this monster's tongue was almost the same size as the average dick. It quickly turned you into a moaning mess. Your cries became cries of pleasure and you orgasmed almost immediately. Either you was still worked up from fingering yourself, which was unlikely considering the brief heart attack you just had, or this Nun was unstoppable with their tongue.

The Nun gave you two more orgasms with their tongue before coming up. They looked down at you and smirked again. You could see now, their black lips and tongue were black from ash. It was all over their mouth and chin and you was now consumed with worry, hopefully now of that ash got caught in your pussy. Which STI would you get from that?

You hadn't noticed but the Nun had started pulling up their skirt and pulling at something underneath it. Out sprang the biggest dick you had ever seen.

Nope, that wasn't normal, if you saw that monster on any human man you'd tell them to see a Doctor. Cause 12.5 inches (you're estimating based on looks) is not normal. The Nun grinned and stared down at your terrified face as he pumped himself.

You looked up at him, "That's not going inside me."

"Yes it is." He stated matter of factly still smiling at you.

"It will kill me." You responded with a glare.

Whilst you was still a little iffy about the penis size, your fear was starting to melt away and you was no longer afraid to talk to this creature. It could be the dizziness from the multiple orgasms you just had but this was starting to feel like a normal not scary sexual encounter.

"I'll make it work." The Nun shrugged.

"Ok, but I need to know your name first." You told him.

The demon was silent for a few seconds, "I don't usually give my name... but I suppose you will need something to scream so. It's Valak."

Valak thrusted into you immediately after that, not giving you much time to adjust. You screamed in pain but Valak placed a hand over your mouth again and tsked at your vocals, as if you was the problem. He then pulled off your panties completely and shoved them in your mouth without warning, you choked a little and Valak moaned at the sound.

Fortunately Valak hadn't pushed all of himself inside of you, only the first few inches (which is still a whole dick, Valak, but ok) and didn't go any further than that. He moved in and out at normal pace, not seeming to care at all about your cervix which he was currently beating up with his monster cock.

But despite all the complaints, you was starting to love it. Once you had adjusted, you was moaning and crying again. Tears ruining your vision and making Valak more aroused therefore making him move faster.

He groaned as he fucked up and glared down at you, completely focused on your face. Deciding this wasn't enough, he bent your legs back as far as they could go, up to your head and leaving you in a mating press. This gave him more opportunity to add a couple more inches without hurting you as much.

You cried, screamed and whined as the creature defiled you. You felt filthy, absolutely disgusting. But also alive. Something you hadn't felt before. You were squirming and whimpered from a dick too big for your little pussy to comprehend and you loved it. It was now you realised there was no chance you could married to God, you was enjoying such a lewd act, letting a demon fuck you dumb, way too much.

"Please! More!" You whined against your panties.

Valak heard you loud and clear and pressed a thumb on your clit. He would of preferred to sink his whole dick into you but knew it would be too much.

He then leaned down and spat on your mouth. Most of it was immediately soaked up by your panties, which irritated the shapeshifter. So he pulled your panties out of your mouth and spat again.

"Swallow whore." He hissed at you.

You eagerly did as you was told, hoping there would be a reward. And there was, the demon grinned down at you again when he saw you followed orders well, and then shoved his whole tongue in your mouth.

He tasted just as you expected, like ash and death.

As you noticed before when he was eating you out, his tongue was not normal either. It was way too big and long, just like his dick. It filled up your mouth and made you choke slightly. But soon like before, once you adjusted to the size, you was moaning like a slut again.

You came again, you didn't know which number this one but it was definitely better than the last. But you were feeling drained now, overstimulated. You had no idea when Valak would cum though and it made you nervous, surely he would stop once he came you thought. But then, when would he cum? A demon's limit must be far greater than a human's.

And you was right, Valak could fuck for hours without cumming. And that's what he planned to do. He wanted to know what you looked like, excessively overstimulated.

You really wished you hadn't found out what made this place so off.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hii! 😁

I love ur work sm ❤️

So my Idea is for a g!p donna smut, reader wanting to suck Donna off and wanting to please Donna (plus really liking her cock) but not knowing how to ask/tell her so she just pushes the thought aside. They go on a date and reader is unknowingly making Donna lose it without knowing. (Ice cream date ykyk, kneeling down to pick up something in front of Donna then looking up at her, sucking her fingers after eating smth messy, yk stuff like that but Reader has no clue what she’s doing to donna its just like normal things she’s doing) Donna cant take it anymore and thinks Reader is doing all this on purpose and shows reader her very hard cock and tells her “Look what your doing to me, now you gotta fix it doll.” And tells reader to get on her knees and suck her off. Reader is surprised at first (though she isn’t complaining as its what she wanted) then thinks about it and connects the dots. reader pushes her luck and teases her more, (this time intentionally), worshiping her cock, kissing Donna’s tip, slowly licking her length all the way up with heavy eye contact, saying stuff like “your cock is so pretty Donna.” and taking all of her just to release her with a loud wet, pop! Once Donna has had enough, she starts roughly face fucking reader causing reader to gag hard as she’s not used to it and a bunch of tears start to gather at her eyes but that only spurs Donna on more. Donna degrades reader and is saying stuff like “Awh can’t take it now doll?”, “Your such a fucking whore.”, “you look so pretty crying on my cock.” Reader is just enjoying that she finally got what she wanted (even if it wasn’t planned) and is holding onto Donna’s legs, maybe even touching herself. After cumming in readers mouth Donna is all soft and is like, “sorry doll did I hurt you?” But reader is still touching herself and finishes herself off, and donna is kinda shocked she’s so into this.

Thats all I have so you can fill in the rest <3 thank you!

Yesss!!!! Oh, this is a very spicy one xD!!! Thank you for your words, and for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))))

Careful what you wish for

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna,smut, Minors DNI, rough oral sex, fluff, have I said smut already?

Word count: 7,645

Summary: That dream is driving you crazy...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

“Mm, Donna…” you moaned as you felt her wet caresses, as you noticed her fingers running over your folds with affection, with passion, her burning skin warming yours.

Her gaze didn’t leave yours as she saw for herself the pleasure that a simple caress was giving you. There was no home, there was nothing around you. Your senses were completely clouded by pleasure. You couldn't see, only feel, smell, moan…

Her fingers played with your wetness, making you the privileged one, making the Black Gods and the rest of the Lords envious of you. You had a Goddess pleasing you, after all.

Your moans increased as did her rhythm, a careful one, which knew where to touch, how to make you explode, how to worship you. It was so divine that you even believed you weren’t alive.

The way she curved inside you unleashed thoughts and words you had never said before, rude things that only emphasized the lust, the pleasure you felt. Best of all: it was just for you.

Your body enjoyed it, but your head began to lose itself, to feel guilty for such a selfish pleasure. You wanted to kiss her body, to caress her bare skin, to make her mouth emit the same sounds as yours, to make her only eye shine in a similar way, and to be that way thanks to you.

Pushing away the warmth of her fingers inside you, you crawled into that dark place to reach her soft skin, to caress her legs while your lips delighted down her navel, with the anticipation of a dirty but delicious act. You wanted to see that reaction, you wanted to know if her shaft felt as good in your mouth as it seemed.

Just when you were about to do it, to taste her arousal, a strong tug pulled you away from that empty place and your eyes opened.

It was just a dream.

“Ugh,” you groaned annoyed as you tossed around in bed, feeling your body altered by that erotic dream, furious at having woken up at the best moment. “Wow…”

Reality and dreams were always different, even if you woke up in that place, in that sinister house, next to its sinister owner. Rubbing your eyes you still thought about that dream, about the anticipation in your body at doing something you had never done, something to please Donna, and only Donna.

Shyness? Yes, you were quite shy, although with the passage of time that characteristic of yours disappeared little by little.

Shame? Oh, well, that too. The thing was that during your outbursts of passion you never stopped to think about the possibilities that a lustful act could give you.

Donna deserved heaven. She deserved each one of your kisses, your smiles. She was everything to you.

A villager like you, with no future, with a boring life, owed everything possible to a woman like her for having taken you out of that tedious routine. You were never the smartest, nor the most devout, nor the most beautiful... At least that was what you thought. You always went unnoticed by your peers, one more girl, one who they wouldn’t miss if they didn’t see her in church.

Going unnoticed was your best skill, but you weren’t even good at that. Without wanting it, without expecting it, you attracted the attention of the least expected woman, of a person who you didn’t think she even knew about your existence.

Donna Beneviento, one of the four pillars that held up the village, the youngest of the Lords, the most mysterious, had noticed you for some reason that even today you didn’t know. At first it was a cautious approach, one that you saw as a possible punishment or an end to your boring life.

It wasn't like that.

There were no visions, no pleas. There was nothing, in fact. That woman in mourning, covered by a veil, stood, looking at you while her doll laughed. It was just a few silent seconds, a sort of approach.

The disturbing time that made you pray to the Gods dissolved like dust after a gentle breeze. For some reason, you fixed your gaze on that mysterious lady while she did the same. An isolated incident, a punishment, a threat for not repeating Mother Miranda's prayers... That was what was going through your mind.

But, even improving your false devotion, those encounters continued. Silent glances, a regal pose... Nothing, not a word, not a whisper, just her invisible gaze.

Wanting to break that strange habit, you asked the reasons that woman had for approaching you. It took you days to get an answer, but luckily, not too many.

The details of how that relationship was formed were not important. Love simply arose between two wounded souls, one of them because of loneliness, the other one because it felt that it would be its destiny.

Donna was a strange woman, sick just as the rumors pointed out, but no one, ever, had been able to ignore those absurd details. Behind that black wall and that dark cloth, was a beautiful woman, a cultured, intelligent, sensitive woman… Nothing like the word the villagers used after her name: monster.

A scar on her face was one of the reasons for her isolation, the reason for that horrible black veil covering her beauty. Of course, that wasn’t enough. Donna was beautiful just the way she was. She didn’t need to cover herself, not for you.

On the other hand, Mother Miranda's gift, the blessing of the Black Gods when they named her Lord, wasn’t only responsible for altering that scar Donna had since she was a child. That gift came with more contraindications.

Her body changed, that gift stripped her of her appearance as a conventional woman transforming her private parts irremediably. No, that wasn’t a problem for you either, even though Donna insisted on hiding it until it was no longer possible.

Her fear of rejection disappeared with your smile, with your optimistic way of seeing life, of accepting each of its challenges. Well, you were interested in women, but Donna wasn’t only a woman, but the woman you loved. A stupid change wasn’t going to make your heart stop beating.

Once that barrier was overcome, the fear of the lady in black of you abandoning her, of you agreeing with everyone who said she was a monster, your life became easier and the smile refused to leave your face. You were happy, you were in love.

Love, kisses, caresses, passion… You had everything you longed for in your years of fruitless relationships with girls from the village, girls too cowardly to keep their promise of eternal love.

The risk had its reward, and you were living one of the best stages of your life. After a year in the mansion, you realized that you could spend a thousand of them without realizing it.

“Good morning, tesoro,” a sweet voice made you remove your frown, that irrational rage you felt when you woke up from that passionate dream.

“Donna…” you sighed, stretching comically, and capturing the brunette's lips slowly, wetly, trying to imitate those you felt in your dreams.

Of course, reality was far superior to that dream, in almost every way.

“Did you sleep well? You moved a lot,” she said, moving away from your insatiable kisses with elegance, getting out of bed as a silent rejection of your invisible but notorious intentions.

You couldn't blame her. Donna was a newbie in love, although when it came to stripping down and melting into you she was always wild, a wildness you liked, of course.

“Oh, yes, yes, I was having… A strange dream…” you slurred, pulling back the sheets and sighing at the lack of the pleasant warmth of the bedroom, probably due to the sudden cooling of your body.

“Mm?” she asked in a murmur, picking up her black dress, looking at you briefly, with a curious face. “Tell me about it”

“Um, well, we were in… Well, I don't know where we were but…” you stammered with blushing cheeks. No matter how many times lust took over your bodies, you were always a a bit shy.

“We? Have you dreamed about me?” she asked amused, caressing your cheek while you looked for a dress to start a new day. “It was a good dream, I guess.”

“Oh, yes, it was,” you said, accepting that soft caress while you bit your lip. Having her so close with that recent dream was starting to be dangerous. “We were…” you said, regretting it instantly. The blush on your cheeks made your words difficult. “It doesn't matter, reality is much better.”

Donna smiled, blinking at your erratic explanation, and with one last kiss, she turned around, walking out of the room.

“Are you coming, tesoro?” she asked when your body was rooted to the floor, when the vivid image of that dream kept harassing your mind.

“What? Where to?” you asked, shaking your head, trying to get her naked body away from your mind.

“Don't you want to take a shower with me?” she asked, with an innocent voice.

“Of course, of course, I'm sorry, Donna, I think I haven't slept enough,” you said, falsely apologizing, trying to divert your lustful thoughts, trying to keep your gaze from going to her legs, to keep your eyes from checking if she had woken up like she often do, happy.

Judging by that subtle rejection, you deduced that the day wasn’t going to start with an orgasm, but you didn't care, or so you thought.

“You can sleep more if you want, you have no obligation to accompany me,” Donna said in a whisper, walking next to you through the dark hallways.

“No, it's okay this way,” you said, downplaying it, to which the lady in black shrugged, laughing sweetly.

Of course, the last thing you needed at that moment was a hot shower, was her naked body very close to yours. A cold shower would have suited your thoughts better. Donna closed her eye as the water ran down her body, her almost divine body.

Her pale skin, her breasts… Everything was indiscriminately touched by the water drops, observed closely by your lascivious gaze, one that you hid by turning around, trying to get out of that interrupted dream.

“Bring me the soap,” Donna asked you after a moment of relaxation. Your body remained firm and your mind tried to control your impulses.

You couldn’t always escape the sight of her perfect body, and you knew it. The dreams you had usually disappeared from your mind, but on that occasion they didn’t.

The pleasure of her fingers, her naked body, her erection so close to your mouth… They were images that weren’t easy to forget.

Sighing, coming out of your reverie heightened by the hot water, you shook your head, bending down to comply with his request and turning around with a strange smile, looking at his bright eye, not at his body, but rather trying.

“Grazie, amore mio…” she whispered softly, taking the soap from your hand and kissing you quickly, but intensely.

You laughed amused by the caresses of her lips, by the sudden closeness that accelerated your thoughts even more. You got so nervous that the soap accidentally slipped from your hands, falling to the shower floor.

“Oops, sorry,” you said nervously, automatically bending down to pick it up, a terrible idea.

Her body was calling for you, that gift from the Gods was there, as close as in your dreams, as beautiful as ever. The temptation was inches away from your mouth, the wet and lascivious act that you were about to do in your dreams was within your reach.

You had never done anything like this. Donna was wild when you made love, but something kept her from letting your mouth navigate her body.

You didn't know if it was simply that she didn't like it, or if she was respectful enough not to ask you to do it.

You weren't the bravest girl in the village. You didn't dare to do it on your own, mostly because you weren't sure if it would please her or maybe it made her uncomfortable in some way.

Oral sex was a cliché, a fetish that all the boys in the village seemed to adore, or so your friends said. But there were two notable differences: Donna wasn't a boy and, of course, she didn't have that childish and boastful mentality.

She was different, even wild in lust, her spirit remained true to what she felt for you. She was always kind, respectful and patient with you. Of course, getting used to the idea of ​​making love in such a different way from what you had become accustomed to was a difficult step, but it was amply rewarded.

Moving forward or changing something in your routine was always something to be careful about and this situation was no exception.

But, having Donna helpless under the hot water, the majesty of her penis so close to you, the image of your dreams, her pleased face, her moans that would surely be scandalous... That definitely made you think that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to try.

You looked up to see what her reaction was, how Donna felt about having you that close, crouched in front of her, submissive, as she secretly loved. Your eyes didn't match hers.

The doll lady simply washed her black hair indifferently. You suspected that she hadn't even noticed your position, because her always sensitive body used to react to your proximity.

“(Y/N)?” Her voice distorted by the water brought you out of your moment of decision and her gaze met yours. Her brow was furrowed and her hand extended towards you. “Tesoro, are you okay? Are you dizzy?”

“What?” you asked, taking that kind hand and finally standing up, leaving your lustful thoughts aside. “Yes, yes... I mean, no, I'm not dizzy, why do you say that?”

“Well, it took you a long time to get up,” she said, smiling cautiously and finally taking the soap your hand was squeezing. “Sometimes people get dizzy from sudden movements.”

 “Yeah... Yes, it's true,” you whispered, sighing in confusion, closing your eyes so the water could erase the temptation from your mind, something that it partially achieved. “Don't worry, I'm fine.”

“Mm,” Donna murmured, taking your chin and bringing it to her lips with a tender smile before starting to clean her body.

Attempt failed, (Y/N)...

More kisses, caresses and smiles accompanied that romantic shower, but that was where it ended. There was no lust under the water.

There was no outburst from the brunette, not even an irrational attack of jealousy that she used to relieve by taking you roughly. You loved when she possessed you in that way, anywhere, at any time.

But apparently that wasn’t the day. Donna was calm and with her lust controlled. The two of you had breakfast in silence, as always. Well, almost, of course the doll Angie prevented peace from reigning in the mansion.

Shortly after, Donna went down to her workshop, in her unbearable routine of constantly making dolls. Surely a routine of more than 50 years was impossible to forget or ignore. It was a terrible thought, the thought that, before meeting you, Donna only had her dolls by her side.

“Well…” you sighed, showing your cards to the Angie doll. “What do you think?”

“You are a loser,” the puppet whispered, showing hers, making you roll your eyes.

“Hey, how is that possible? You can’t have 6 aces,” you protested, shaking your head. “You bother less and less to cheat subtly, Angie.”

“Bah, you protest because it is impossible to beat me,” she answered, taking all the coins that you always used for that game. “(Y/N) is a loser… Dumb…” she sang.

“Yes, yes, whatever you say…” you sighed, gathering the cards and putting them away in the box. “Well, you've cheated me enough for today, hey, where's Donna?”

“Do I look like a babysitter?” the doll asked, laughing amused.

“I wouldn't hire you as a babysitter even if you were the last living being on Earth,” you joked, getting up from the floor, shaking your clothes and walking towards one of the shelves.

“Oh... Do you mean you have a baby on the way?” the doll asked, making a shiver run down your spine.

“What? Of course I don’t,” you said amused, shaking your head. “Now shut up for a while, will you? I want to read something,” you said, sighing seconds later. “I guess Donna is still with her dolls…”

“Silly,” Angie said, passing by you. “I'm going to get her so you can stop ruining my life.”

“Me? Forgive me, your Royal Highness,” you joked, running your eyes over the books, trying to find one you hadn't read.

“Your Great Royal Highness, you stupid fool,” the doll screamed, disappearing through the hall.

You laughed silently and went back to your choice of books. Among them were some you had already read and others you didn't understand because they were in Italian.

“I guess I'll have to learn someday...” you whispered, leaving one of those incomprehensible books, causing another one to fall off the shelf. It was a small book, with a… More than suggestive cover. “Oh, but... What’s this? Erotic Christmas stories... Well, well...”

Blushing as you turned the pages and checked that there were no dolls on sight, you chose that book with curiosity, looking first for another one big enough to hide it. After all, Donna was about to go up.

After greeting you, devouring you with kisses and words of love, the two of you sat in your favorite reading corner, letting time pass, only interrupting the fiction to kiss each other sweetly from time to time.

Your eyes passed over those hot words, stopping on one of the stories, one strangely appropriate for that day, where the woman got on her knees, ready to please her lover.

Those perfectly written and descriptive words brought the image of your dream back to your mind, distorting the characters of that wet story, making Donna the protagonist, being pleasured by your lips on her erection.

You sighed as you noticed how the arousal passed through your veins, how that image was terribly erotic for you, imagining if the pleasure of that character could be comparable to that of the lady in black. You were definitely dying to know, to please the love of your life with that sinful gift, with those forbidden kisses.

Silently you shifted on the couch, regretting not being able to ask Donna for something like that. The words wouldn't come out of your mouth. They didn't want to come out, probably inhibited by the blush on your cheeks.

The lady's hand, which was tangled in your hair, tickled places far from your skin sending a lot of pleasurable sensations between your legs, sensations that were increasingly frustrating.

“What are you reading, tesoro?” Donna asked, taking you out of that story, of those thoughts, leaning over to observe your reading.

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” you said nervously, closing the larger book to hide the smaller one.

“Nothing?” she asked, amused, insisting on looking at that book, something that you prevented in the most clumsy way possible.

“Look, Donna, isn't that Mother Miranda?” you said in a feigned tone, with nerves distorting your voice while pointing towards the window.

As expected, a powerful Lord was nothing compared to the high priestess, and fear made Donna look sharply at the indicated place, giving you a few precious seconds to be able to put the sinful book aside and hide it under the sofa with an almost miraculous movement.

“Cosa? Dove?” she asked nervously, looking closely at the window.

“Oh, sorry, that must have been a mistake, I thought I mistook her for one of those crows,” you said awkwardly, making the lady look at you confused, blinking without saying a word. “I was reading this wonderful book about…”

“Cucina Mundiale?” she asked, frowning as she turned the large book around and pointed to the title. “But, but you don't understand it…”

“I know,” you said, moving your hand to play it off, glancing sideways at something in that book that would help you with your clumsy excuse. “The truth is I was just looking at the pictures.”

“Oh…” the lady sighed, nodding slowly. “Have you seen anything you like?” she asked curiously, looking at the page you were on.

“Um yes, yes,” you said with a confident smile, a fake one, of course, trying to quickly look at one of those recipes to focus your lie on. “Look at this, it looks delicious, the, the hot dog…”

“Mm,” she murmured, looking closely at the recipe. “It's very simple, (Y/N). It's a bun with a Frankfurt sausage inside, why did it catch your attention that much?” she asked curiously.

“Well, I don't know, it looks… It looks good, doesn't it? You could make it for me someday, I'd like to try it,” you said with puppy eyes, thus preventing the blush on your cheeks from growing even more.

100 recipes and you had to notice the damn sausage one… It wasn't your best day.

“Va bene…” Donna whispered, looking at you again with a frown, surely noticing the involuntary trembling of your body. “(Y/N)… You're acting a bit… Weird…”

“Weird, me?” you asked, pointing at yourself, trying in a childish way to divert her suspicions. “Not at all.”

“I'm sure you were reading another book,” she said, with a dark voice, giving you back the large book and crossing her arms. “What are you hiding from me?”

You looked everywhere, trying to calm down. The burgundy color of your cheeks didn't help at all.

“Another book? No, no, no, no,” you said, shaking your head effusively. “It must be your imagination.”

The lady blinked again, looking for the obvious lie in your gaze.

“Well, I guess it is…” she whispered, scratching the back of her neck. “Have I, have I done something wrong?”

“What? No, of course you haven’t, Donna,” you said to relieve that strange and irrational concern, one that her sick mind brought to light when she got nervous.

The ignorance, any intention you had to keep a secret, no matter how absurd it was, gave the lady in black enough concern to accuse you of having deceived her, something you had to prevent her from believing at all costs.

You didn't like it, you hated it, but you had no choice but to put lust aside and do something terrible, lie to her, for a good reason, of course.

“Well... Let's see, you haven't done anything wrong but,” you started when the blush was replaced by nerves. She nodded expectantly. “Well, I'd like us to spend a day together, you know, for you to leave your dolls for once.”

“My dolls?” Donna asked, getting a little closer. “Is that what bothers you? Tesoro, I…”

“No, let's see, it's not exactly that but… Look how nice it is today, summer is almost here and I would like to do something with you instead of being locked up here and losing all my money playing poker with Angie…” you said in a calm tone, pointing at the sun that was beginning to fade through the window.

“I'm, I'm, I'm sorry, (Y/N),” she whispered, lowering her head. At least that time she got sad instead of losing her mind.

“Don't apologize, my love,” you said with a tender smile, taking her trembling hands, comforting them with yours. “But… Well, I don't know, tomorrow you could leave that dark workshop and do something with me…”

“Oh, okay, I, yes, of course, if that's what you want, I'll do it,” the dark lady said, with a smile that was too quick, kissing you when she saw that you didn't say it as a reproach, but as a suggestion. “What do you have in mind?”

Many things, Donna, many things...

“How about we cook together? We could make that recipe and... I don't know, maybe eat it on the porch to enjoy the nice weather,” you suggested, looking at the book again, happy to have managed to trick her.

“Um, just that?” Donna asked confused. “That easy?”

“It's not hard to make me happy, honey,” you said again with a smile, running a loving hand over her scar, something she liked more and more over time. “I could go to the village and buy ice cream, what do you think?”

“I-I think that's a great idea, (Y/N)…”

At least, in addition to get rid of a terribly awkward moment, you got a well-deserved reward for it. Just as the lady promised, the next day the routine changed, staying with you all the time, forgetting about her dolls for a moment.

Continuing with the lie of the interest you had in that recipe, the two of you cooked that simple dish laughing, really having fun. You didn't have that dream again, and you'd be lying if you said that the idea of ​​hugging Donna with your lips had left your head.

That romantic day, those laughs and those tender kisses, forced you to put aside your dark desires. You didn't forget it, but you didn't want to remember it either.

It was a wonderful day. You didn't want to ruin it with the usual wild lust, although well, if you ended up moaning and screaming with pleasure while she took you, you weren't going to complain.

“Okay… A little more of this,” you said amused, adding more lettuce to your hot dog.

Donna was right, it was a simple dish, but that didn't matter. The most important thing was the laughter, that way the lady patiently taught you how to cook, even if it was just boiling a simple sausage.

“Stop filling it so much, you won't be able to eat it,” she said, decorating hers in a simpler way, looking at the book from time to time. “Here it says that you can put whatever you want on it, but I think you're going too far.”

“Bah, how boring,” you said with a smile, admiring your creation. “Don't worry, I've put bigger things in my mouth,” you commented without realizing it, making the lady open her eye and tense up.

“Um… Have you?” she asked in a whispery voice, somewhat broken by that abrupt phrase that, in another context, could sound a bit… Strange. “Oh, um, okay…”

Her confused murmur didn't alert you and you nodded with a shy smile, pouring sauces over your food.

“So this is ketchup… It seems like something perfect to accompany anything,” you commented looking at the newly acquired bottle. “Do you know how much the Duke charged me for it? 500 lei, that guy rips me off more and more.”

“It's just sweet tomato sauce, (Y/N),” Donna said, looking at the bottle with curiosity. “I'm sure I can make a better one.”

“I don't doubt it,” you joked. “Hey, pasta might be tasty with…”

“Put a single drop of that thing on my pasta and I swear that…” she hissed, with a cold, dark, terribly offended look.

“Oh, hey, calm down, honey… I wasn't serious… I think…” you said with a nervous smile, caressing her cheek, making a tender look camouflage that sudden offense.

“Okay, that's it…” she murmured, freeing herself from a merciless attack from your lips, one that intended to bless your ears with that sweet laugh, a laugh that seemed impossible for someone like her. “Let's take it to the porch.”

Angie didn't participate in that romantic lunch, thank the Gods, and you both were able to enjoy the nice spring weather. It was a really nice meal. Romantic glances adorned that old mansion. Smiles and whispers eclipsed the sound of crows.

“Oh, wow,” you said as you brought the food to your mouth, opening it exaggeratedly. You didn't want to agree with Donna, of course.

“I told you,” she said amused, wiping your sauce-stained neckline with a finger. “You've put too much ingredients in.”

“Oh, wait, wait,” you said, grabbing her wrist just as she was going to grab a napkin, automatically bringing her finger to your mouth, licking it effusively. “Don't waste this delight…”

The lady withdrew her finger and looked at you strangely as if she was confused by your attitude. You smiled and winked at her while she looked at her finger desecrated by your tongue, swallowing as if she had suddenly become nervous.

“Um, I…” she murmured, shaking her head, smiling in a terribly false way and getting up from the chair. “I'll go to get dessert.”

“Mm, dessert,” you said, licking your lips, closing your eyes and sensually running your tongue over them. Well, you really didn't plan on doing it in a sensual way, but you couldn't help it. “I'm looking forward to sucking on that…”

“What…. What?” Donna asked, even more confused, her empty plates shaking in her hand. “You want to suck…”

“Yes, the ice cream…” you whispered innocently. “I was always my scandalous one when it came to eating them. I hope you don't find it disgusting.”

“What?” the lady asked again, making her disconcerting nervousness even more evident. “N-No, of course not.”

“Great,” you said, blinking petulantly, tilting your head to look at her, to see a curious smile that appeared on her lips. “Is something wrong, my love?”

“No, no…” she said quickly, picking up the cutlery, with a much more normal attitude, as if that little nervous moment had mysteriously vanished. “Oh, cazzo…”

The sound of a fork falling to the ground alerted you and your helpful attitude forced you to get up and bend over, just like you did the day before during the shower.

The difference was that this time, you weren't thinking about how close you were to her body, to her black dress. You looked up with a tender smile and unlike the day before, her eye were fixed on yours, looking at you curiously, lowering her free hand to your chin to tilt it slightly. You could hear her thoughts running through her mind, but you couldn't interpret them.

Donna shook her head again after that strange moment, helping you up slowly, letting you climb up while maintaining eye contact, something that made her stir.

“Here,” you said innocently, handing her the cutlery and leaving it on top of the plates. She nodded confused, frowning and walking towards the entrance. “Oh, Donna!” you shouted to get her attention, grabbing her by the waist. “A cream one for me,” you whispered, kissing her ear romantically.

“Cream, s-sure...” she murmured, moving away and looking at you coldly as she left the porch.

You shrugged, letting yourself fall back into your chair and sighing at the pleasure of that meal.

“This is great, I have to be mean more often,” you commented to yourself, laughing amusedly and finishing your glass of water.

After a few minutes, Donna returned with your ice cream, handing it over quickly, with a smile that seemed nervous to you.

“Here you go, tesoro,” she whispered affectionately, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on the lips before returning to her chair.

You frowned as you unwrapped your dessert.

“What about you?” you asked curiously, noticing the emptiness of her hands, which seemed to scratch the black fabric of her dress. “You don’t want one?”

“Um, no, (Y/N) I, no, I’m not hungry anymore,” she said, smiling comfortably again.

You nodded and began to eat that delicious ice cream. Little by little you bit into the chocolate pieces, moaning in pleasure at the sweetness, at the refreshing taste of that perfect dessert for a perfect day.

You hadn't lied. Your tongue passed through the cream slowly, going over the sweet calmly, savoring every inch intensely. You put it in your mouth, making exaggerated turns, taking it out and causing a sound similar to a kiss, one that, you soon realized, was too loud.

Without paying attention to what that meant, you continued with your feat, taking small bites on the tip you had created, accompanying it with the skillful movements of your tongue and your pleasurable moans.

That noisy and wet soundtrack stood out among everything else. The sound of the birds was erased by your licks, the waterfall was nothing compared to the absorption of your mouth in that cream, with the strange sound it made when passing through your tongue. Donna cleared her throat, looking away when you turned your head, looking at the quieter-than-usual woman in black.

“Sorry, I’m making too much noise,” you apologized amused, licking the ice cream even more as your eyes met hers for a moment before she pulled away again, fidgeting in her chair. “Are you okay, Donna?”

“Y-Yes,” she murmured, playing with her dress uncomfortably, looking away again. “Finish it, will you?”

“Mm, why?” you asked curiously. “I like to enjoy it slowly…” you sighed, popping the ice cream back into your mouth.

“O-okay…” Donna whispered, turning slightly in her chair, looking at her lap briefly and frowning. “I… I should go in and…”

“No, wait, I’m almost done,” you said, grabbing her wrist when the doll maker suddenly stood up.

She stopped dead, nodding nervously, looking down again and biting her lip, moving her dress with the hand you weren't holding.

With a tremendous and involuntarily sensual moan, you ended the cruel torture you were doing to the ice cream, licking your lips and sighing in satisfaction.

“Mm... Delicious... I love how the cream melts in my mouth... I could spend hours licking it...” you commented, after which, without being able to finish the sentence, Donna pulled her hand away from yours with a grunt.

“What's wrong with you, (Y/N)? What are you up to?” she asked nervously, moving away from you.

“What? What are you talking about?” you asked confused, getting up at the brusque attitude of the brunette, one that you didn't see any sense in. “Donna, what...?” you asked, interrupted by the sight before you, by your eyes going down to the same place as hers, to her dress deformed by a rather noticeable bulge.

“It's your fault,” the lady growled, covering her embarrassment with her hands while you covered your mouth with yours, holding back your laughter and a gasp of surprise. “It's... It's your fault...”

“My fault? But Donna...” you joked, moving her hands away to see the result of your unconscious actions, the erection that was palpable in the black fabric of her dress. “Donna...”

Your mind asked for your attention to be diverted for a moment, making you remember each of the things you did that day. You thought you had forgotten that dark desire, that you only wanted to enjoy a different day, but it was clear that you couldn't do it, at least consciously.

The hot dog, your tongue on her finger, your mouth very close to her body, that lascivious eye contact and finally that sensual dance of your mouth with the ice cream… Everything seemed to send confusing signals to the brunette, signals that she interpreted in an unexpected way.

You wondered what she was thinking about.

“Wow… So you liked the way I ate that ice cream, huh?” you whispered in a drawl, running a finger along her chest, slowly moving down to her covered shaft, gently caressing it through the fabric.

The lady, embarrassed, nodded slowly, gasping as your skin made contact with hers, as your dancing fingers grabbed the edges of her skirt and pulled it down a bit so you could see for yourself the extent of her arousal.

“Tell me, darling… Would you like me to do the same to you?” you asked in her ear, teasingly feeling her erection through her underwear, grabbing it and moving it slowly, teasing poor Donna, who nodded erratically again.

You hadn’t made a wish on a magic well or anything, but it seemed luck was on your side.

“Mm, very well, my love, I will be happy to please you…” you whispered again, releasing her covered shaft, causing the lady to gasp in annoyance at the lack of contact. “Let’s go inside.”

“No,” she hissed, not letting you drag her with you, staying rooted to the ground, not bothering to cover herself again.

“No?” you asked curiously, a wicked smile crossing your face.

Donna shook her head, removing the clothes that imprisoned her desire, releasing her terribly erect shaft and gesturing for you to return to your position. Her gaze darkened and something resembling a smile appeared on her face as she moved closer to kiss you briefly.

“You caused this, doll, and you're going to fix it, now,” she said, letting the wetness of your kisses mix, making you moan on her lips as you felt her erection pressing into your body, claiming you. “On your knees.”

“Here? But Donna,” you said with a good girl face, tilting your head, lowering your hand to the desired place.

“Chiudi il becco,” she hissed in a rough tone, a common tone in your passionate outbursts. “Get on your knees and suck me off, now…”

“Oh, how rude,” you joked, clicking your tongue but obeying her, bending down until your knees met the stone floor and your eyes were hopelessly fixed on her trembling arousal.

Without having planned it, you were right where you wanted, the way you wanted. It was a sweet victory, a victory over something she didn't even suspect. You had your prize so close that your thoughts darkened even more, encouraging you to enjoy it more, to act how you wanted and not how she demanded.

“Mm, let's see...” you joked, getting a little closer, looking at her with a lustful smile as your hand moved to her shaft, slowly wrapping it as you watched her reaction.

Donna didn't say anything. She simply closed her eye at the pleasure of your caresses. Of course that pleasure couldn't exist even in a dream. You were going to have fun... A lot of fun.

“What are you doing? Your mouth, (Y/N)...” she whispered impatiently, letting her hips be carried away by the soft movements of your hand.

“How impatient,” you said amused, letting her go, kissing the tip for the first time, placing your lips on it slowly with a romantic and wet sound. “Mm… You're so beautiful…”

Donna gasped at the contact, bringing a hand to your hair to keep you in place. That reaction was something new for you. You weren't going to stop enjoying every tremor, every sigh of the brunette, every trembling movement of her penis being praised by your lips.

“Look at you, how hard it is, my love…” you whispered giving small kisses to the tip, licking it softly with your tongue without reaching that desired caress, making her go crazy and growl with pleasure. “I love your cock, Donna… It's so big, so beautiful…” you whispered with a voice camouflaged by your kisses.

“Don't be that way…” she whispered, moaning when your mouth made contact with her body, when your tongue dared to be a naughty, running along her length slowly. “Stop talking and…”

“Mm…” you murmured, laughing, enjoying the taste of her arousal, the movements her body made with each lick, always looking up, meeting her bright eye, not wanting to leave it.

“Stop playing, doll, be good, will you?” Donna said looking away for a moment, moaning gutturally when your lips wrapped around the tip, making her believe that your mouth would run over her erection the way she wanted.

Of course, it wasn't like that. Your mouth pulled back with an obscene sound and your tongue returned to the task of slowly running over every inch with a defiant look.

“I'm not your good doll, Donna,” you commented amused, kissing the entire length, moving it with your hand at will, going down to the edge and then up again, accompanying those innocent kisses with soft movements of your tongue. “I don't think you want me to be…”

“Stop torturing me…” the lady protested, pulling your hair so your eyes met again. “Suck me off now.”

“Don't be that vulgar,” you said pretending to pout, licking her shaft while holding her gaze, forcing her to moan again.

“You like me to be vulgar,” she said, keeping her composure. “Don't lie to me, I've seen how… Ah… how you ate that damn ice cream…”

“Actually, it wasn't on purpose,” you said with a passive voice wrapping your hand around her erection again, stimulating it, making her hips move. “But now that you mention it… You are much more delicious than that ice cream…”

“Enough of the games. Do it or I will do it myself…” Donna growled, pulling your hair hard.

That slightly abrupt attitude only meant one thing. If you continued with your games, she wouldn't be able to stand it.

“Okay…” you said with another pout, moving her erection with your hand, positioning it in your mouth while the eye contact hardened much more, especially when, slowly, you adapted your lips to it, gently wrapping it, sliding your mouth along her shaft.

“Sì… Così buono…” the lady sighed, satisfied because you were good. What she didn't know is that your game wasn't over.

After running your mouth over her erection, after tasting her shaft, hugging it mercilessly, grinding yourself to go as far as possible, you quickly backed away, making an abrupt, wet pop sound interrupt her silent moans.

“It's better than I thought,” you whispered to yourself, watching the sinful dance of her penis as it was released from your lips. “Delicious…”

“It's over, I'm fed up,” she said, grabbing your head with both hands. “The game is over, doll, now it's my turn.”

You couldn't protest as her firm hands brought your mouth back to her shaft, enveloping it again, without that slowness that for poor Donna was torture. Her hips quickened dangerously as she moved in your mouth, as she took you in that terribly arousing way.

Even though you weren't used to something like that and her size was clearly above average, that little discomfort in your throat you felt with each thrust only provoked you.

The sounds stopped being simply obscene to become a tangle of gasps, angry moans from Donna and protests from your invaded throat.

If you could have, you would have smiled, but her movements were neither merciful nor romantic.

“That's it, you whore...” the lady growled, making you open your eyes to look at her face, a sinister face that said that horrible word.

To what extent was she excited to insult you in that way?

Of course, it didn't bother you. It didn't matter what Donna said during sex, afterwards, she was always a cute teddy bear.

“Talk now, laugh, make fun of me, come on, doll,” she said again, slowing her pace, but increasing the intrusion in your mouth. “Oh, certo, you can't, can you?”

You shook your head, desperately taking everything you could. It didn't matter that she was nervous and furious. Your only goal was those moans of pleasure that came from her lips.

“What's wrong, doll? Can't you take it? Is it too much for you?” Donna asked mockingly, letting your mouth go, pulling your hair so you would look at her.

Your breathing was labored and the movements and that pleasant discomfort had brought tears to your eyes but your mouth… Your mouth could only manage a satisfied smile.

“Of course I can, Donna, don't underestimate me,” you whispered, causing a nervous laugh from the lady in black, who didn't waste a second in bringing her hips closer again, resuming those movements.

When you got used to the frenetic rhythm of her cock in your mouth, you started to really enjoy it, so much so that one of your hands, which was hanging from her legs to keep your balance, went down your dress quickly moving away the moisture that was on your underwear, caressing your folds in the same rhythm as her hips.

“Almost there...” Donna said, with a less dark voice, losing the rhythm while you increased yours between your legs, while your fingers curled inside you and your mouth was invaded and desecrated.

You moaned against her skin, causing terribly exciting vibrations to the brunette.

“I'm not going to move away...” she hissed, moving rhythmically, in a more intense way, going even further. “I'm going to do it right in your mouth, doll.”

Your own caresses tried unsuccessfully to overshadow that fulfilled desire, that rough way of taking you and moaning, that improvised carnal act just for Donna.

Her thrusts stopped and her hands pressed your head against her while your mouth filled with her hot release, caressing you with her wet heat, with the delicious taste of her seed.

“Oh…” the lady sighed, releasing you from her grip while you, free of intruders, enjoyed the taste in your mouth, going down your throat, and started to moan at your own movements. “(Y/N)… Gods, maybe, maybe I went too far…”

“No, no…” you said shaking your head, increasing the speed of your hand on your dress, something that apparently went unnoticed by the brunette.

“Have I hurt you, tesoro?” Donna asked, catching her breath. “Oh…” she sighed when she noticed your own release, when a loud scream went through the surroundings, making your orgasm much more intense.

“Oh, Donna…” you said with a smile, taking your hand out of your dress under her watchful gaze. “Do you remember that dream I had yesterday? Well this has been much better…”