#filipino smut

[cherrywrecked]

college dorm — kim chaewon.

as requested by anon! this is only one of the few on my request list, so if you ever requested through ask, please wait for me. 🥹 i'm trying my best! 🫡.

warnings: college au. taglish. gxg. caught masturbating. fingering. face sitting. scissoring. horny!chaewon, giver!reader.

being in college means being away with your family, but also meeting new people. simula nung umapak ako ng kolehiyo, nahiwalay na 'ko sa mga magulang ko, pero it wasn't a big of a deal kasi they were barely physically present naman. being in dorms during college wasn't a big jump for me. it has been three years already since then and i've always opted for a solo dorm room, ayoko ng may kasama—maselan ako, eh. except for this semester. i had no choice but to share my dorm with kim chaewon. akala ko okay lang, eh. maaga ako'ng umaalis para sa morning classes ko, tapos siya, bandang hapon na. pag uwi ko, wala pa siya. i bare even see each her, pero maayos siyang dormmate. malinis, hindi maingay. kaso putangina, ano 'tong naririnig ko ngayon?

pag pasok na pag pasok ko ng dorm, ang... ingay. puro ungol. parang may umiiyak? ewan. pero si chaewon... boses yun ni chae. dahan dahan ako'ng naglakad papalapit sa kwarto ng dormmate ko. nakabukas ito, kaya sa bawat pag lapit ko, lalong lumalakas yung mga ungol. akala ko umiiyak si chaewon, pero pag lapit na pag lapit ko sa pintuan niya, nahuli ko ang dalaga na naka hubo't hubad habang nakadantay sa unan niya, humping her pillow. putangina? bakit ganito? bakit hindi ko maalis yung mga mata ko sa katawan ng dormmate ko? tila ba naging estatwa ako sa may pintuan ng kwarto niya.

ang ganda ng katawan ni chaewon. alam naman na ng lahat yon. maganda rin si chaewon mismo, kaya nga't ang daming nagkakagusto sa dalaga. and honestly, isa na 'ko sakanila. gandang ganda ako kay chaewon, lalo na ngayon. hindi ko na napansin na nakahawak na pala ako sa boobs ko, dahan dahang nilalamas ito. kusang gumagalaw yung mga kamay ko, tangina. ano ba 'to? it was as if i was bewitched by the girl in front of me. “f-fuck, ang sarap. ang sarap mo, y/n.” ano daw?

para ako'ng tanga na habangga sa pintuan ni chaewon and our eyes met. akala ko titigil siya, pero ngumisi lang ang dalaga at lalong binilisan ang pag galaw ng mga hita niya. “a-ang sarap, puta.” ungol ulit ni chaewon, this time, her gaze was locked on mine. tanginang yan, how can i stop myself if she was basically fucking herself with the thought of me? i'm no saint—i've had my fair share of experiences and i'm about to share one with her tonight.

pumasok ako sa kwarto ni chaewon, not even bothering to close her door. i didn't waste any more time and was practically stripping myself off my white uniform while approaching the girl. i kept the pants and my bra on, however. “hawakan mo 'ko, baby. i want to feel your hands on my body, please.” she says, looking up at me as i stood in front of her. ginawa ko yung gusto niya at nilagay ang mga kamay ko sa suso ni chaewon. ang tigas ng mga utong niya, lalo pa itong tumayo nung pinisil at sinimulan ko itong pag laruan. onti onti kong binaba ang sarili ko hanggang sa nakaharap na sa muka ko ang dibdib ni chaewon. “s-shit, ang init ng dila mo, baby. ang sarap.” ungol ng dalaga nung binalot ko na ang mga labi ko sa kaliwang utong niya habang pinaglalaruan ang kanan gamit ang aking daliri. i carefully settled myself on her bed, not removing myself from her.

tumigil na si chaewon sa pag kantot sa pesteng unan niya, instead, she took my hand and sat on it. “tangina, chae, basang basa ka.” sabi ko habang inaakyat ang mga halik ko papunta sa labi niya. “o-oo... kung alam mo lang kung g-gaano... kung gaano ako kalibog para sa'yo. fuck, markahan mo 'ko, baby, please.” her words were sloppy, na natawa nalang ako kasi parang yung utak ni chaewon hindi na gumagana sa sobrang libog para sakin. hinalik halikan ko ang leeg ni chaewon bago nag iwan ng chikinini sa gilid ng leeg niya habang ang daliri ko naman ay dahan dahang pumapasok sa butas niya. “putangina, ang sarap—!” napadikit ang katawan ni chaewon sa katawan ko sa pagpasok ng daliri ko sakanya, ramdam kong nanginig yung katawan ng dalaga.

not wasting time, i started to curl my fingers inside of her, moving slowly. i want to take my time on her. gusto kong marinig si chaewon na nagmamakaawa para sa'kin. didn't even notice her pull me atop of her. we were now in her bed with my hand in between her legs, while my lips are attacking her neck. ang bango ni chae, hindi ko alam kung nakailang chikinini na 'ko, but i loved the thought of her wearing her usual fit and people can see her hickeys, even in class. i wanted to make her mine.

“isang daliri pa, please?” chaewon asks with her puppy eyes. ang cute, pero putangina, nakakalibog. i smiled at her and without warning, i added another finger inside of her na dahilan ng marahang pag sikip ng puke niya sa daliri ko. “kantutin mo 'ko, baby. please... please! galawin mo yung daliri mo—'y-yan! ganiyan... gago, ang s-sarap!” hindi magkanda ugaga si chaewon nung sinumulan kong galawin yung mga daliri ko at marahan siyang kinantot gamit ito. ramdam na ramdam ko kung gaano siya kabasa, she was practically making a mess on my hand already. binilisan ko ang pag galaw ng mga daliri ko hanggang sa naramdaman kong lalong sumisikip yung puke ni chaewon, yung balakang niya, hindi na mapigilan sa pag galaw. “lalabasan na 'ko, fuck! ang sarap... baby— babe! fuck! sige pa!” chaewon screamed as she clenched her walls around my fingers. i used my thumb to rub her clit which then drove her to her orgasm.

nilabasan na si chaewon, pero hindi padin ako tumitigil sa pag kantot sakanya. dahan dahan ko pading nilalabas masok yung daliri ko sa puke niyang tumutulo na sa sobrang libog. “tangina mo, ang libog mo, chae.” i said as i kissed her lips while pulling my digits out which then earned a whine from the girl. i only chuckled as i reposition myself and laid on her bed. she took it as an invitation and got on top of me. “isa pa.” she says as the tug on my bra—she wants me naked and i helped her get rid of it. dahan dahang bumababa si chaewon at sunod niyang tinanggal eh yung pantalon at panty ko. i moaned when i felt the cold breeze hit my wet cunt. natawa si chaewon. “nakakalibog bang kantutin ako, mhm?” she says, rubbing my clit. i looked at her and hummed, a smirk plastered on my face. “hump me, chae.” yun lang ang sinabi ko at 'tong putang 'to, ang bilis kumilos.

chaewon hooked her legs on mine and pushed herself against me. malakas na ungol ang lumabas sa bibig naming parehas nung nagtama yung mga basang puke namin ni chaewon. tangina, ang sarap niya. dahan dahang gumalaw si chaewon habang ako, nakahiga lang, hawak ang mga hita niya. “b-baby, basang basa ako para sa'yo, puta. h-hng... s-sarap.”.

i think it's already normal at this point—how chaewon's brain shuts down when she's getting what she wants in bed. chaewon started moving her hips faster which i then reciprocated by moving my hips in sync with her movements. “tangina, chaewon. ang sarap mo, gago.” ungol ko habang yung isang kamay ko ay nasa suso na ng dalaga, iniikot ikot sa daliri ang utong niya. “gago, ang s-sarap! sige pa, chae... putangina, para kang pokpok gumalaw.” that made chaewon whine a bit louder. gusto niya bang tinatawag siyang pokpok?

“h-hindi! hindi ako p-pokpok... ikaw lang gusto ko, baby—fuck! sige pa, baby. faster!” she couldn't even continue what she was saying when i've already taken over and pulled her in. hawak ko yung maliit na balakang ni chaewon when i started to move faster and harder against her. it didn't even take long for her to start shaking against me. “lalabasan na 'ko... baby, sabay tayo. shit, basang basa ako para sa'yo.” ungol ko habang inaakap si chaewon at bago siya halikan, i felt my movements grow sloppy and soon enough, sabay nga kaming nilabasan ni chaewon. her body was shaking from the orgasm, buti nalang akap akap ko ang maliit niyang katawan.

“ang sarap, gago.” i breathed against her neck, kissing on the red patches i left a while ago. chaewon was breathing heavily but managed to hum as a response. “but i'm not done with you, kim. sit on my face.” i saw the corner of chaewon's lips curl into a smirk bago niya ko tinulak pahiga sa kama niya. onti onti niyang pinuwesto yung sarili niya sa muka ko. tangina, sobrang ganda ng puke ni chaewon. namumula at basang basa para sa'kin. “bilis, i want to taste you.” and chaewon finally lowered herself on my face. sinalubong ko yung puke niya ng dila ko na nakalabas, malambot, at dahan dahan kong pinaikot ikot ito sa clit ng dalaga. “fuck, baby... ang init ng dila mo, ang sarap.” ungol ni chaewon habang nakahawak sa suso niya.

i wrapped my lips around her clit and started sucking on it. chaewon loves it when i play with her clit. she started moving her hips on my face. “labas mo dila mo, baby.” she softly asked for me which i then complied to. i stuck my tongue out for her, aiming it on her dripping hole. “p-puta... putangina... shit.” chaewon threw her head back as she slowly lifted herself from my tongue and back. kinakantot ni chaewon ang sarili niya gamit ang dila ko. it was so fucking hot na kahit ako, i started to touch myself with my free hand, while the other rubbed her clit.

“tangina, ang sarap! sobrang sarap! fuck, baby. puta mo 'ko... sa'yo lang, tangina. ikaw lang makaka kantot sa'kin ng ganito.” ang ingay ni chaewon and i loved it. it drove me to my edge and i was cumming around my fingers, my moans sending vibrations on chaewon's cunt. “lalabasan na 'ko—babe... baby!” and soon enough, she was clenching her walls around my tongue. ang init at ang kalat, pero putangina, nakakaulol si chaewon.

if i knew this could happen between the both of us, maybe matagal ko nang iniwang nakabukas yung pintuan ko habang kinakantot ko yung sarili ko habang iniisip siya.

[tyvnie]

boyfriend!hueningkai na hilig mong asarin hanggang mapikon siya. kai is a very patient and loving boyfriend, the perfect boyfriend every girl wants. medyo matagal bago mapikon si kai, kaya minsan sumusuko ka ka-agad. pero may times talaga na gusto mo siyang sagarin, times when you want the sex nasty and rough. kaya lagi mo 'tong inaasar, trying to bring out negative kai and for that kai to take the reins in bed. 🫣

[angxljxrdxn]

☆▪︎daily shenanigans with your husband, Toji Fushiguro▪︎☆

filipino au, reader x toji 🔞

an: i haven't seen any filipino smuts here in tumblr and twt so i am so glad to post one 🥺

You were laying down on your shared bed with your one and only, Toji Fushiguro. Nags-scroll ka lang sa facebook waiting for your husband to finish showering.

“Sarap mo talaga” he said trying to catch your attention which he succeeded in doing because you turned your head towards his direction.

As he finished using the bathroom, lumabas siya para kumuha ng damit at magpalit and as he did so. he noticed you laying down on the bed with your right leg flexing to the left exposing your thighs and ass.

“Ulol mo, gusto mo lang makaiscore eh” sabi mo habang tumatawa which provoked him to do so.

“Totoo naman eh nakikita ko yung bakat ng puke mo hanggang dito oh ang sarap kainin” he said as he was slowly approaching you.

You on the other hand was cringing at what he said then you replied “Tangina mo makakaisa ka na naman parang hindi mo ako kinantot kanina ah”. “Eh kanina pa yon tsaka dapat 24/7 kang dinidiligan” sabi niya habang tinatanggal ang kanyang tuwalya sa kanyang bewang

“Grabe oh tayong tayo na toh dahil sayo” he said while looking down at his dick and climbed the bed hovering above you.

“Pucha wala naman akong ginagawa. Ang bilis mong tayuan nakakaloka” sabi mo habang inaayos ang iyong pwesto sa ilalim niya.

“sa tuwing nakikita ko yang puke mo inisip ko lang kung gaano kasarap kantutin yan tsaka labasan sa loob mo” he said while reaching out for your pussy and tapping it which made you lightly squirm. "oh tignan mo gusto mo rin naman pala" habol niyang sabi.

You then rolled your eyes jokingly then said “sige papayag ako basta ako nasa taas”.

“sasakyan mo ako? sige ba tignan natin kung kakayanin mo” sabi niya while plopping beside you then laid down comfortably and then you removed your shorts and shirt leaving you with just your panty.

You sat on his lap then stared at his dick for a few seconds then decided to give him a hand job first.

“Fuck ang galing mo talaga humawak ng tite” he moaned at your actions. Skilled ka na sa mga ganitong bagay dahil lagi ninyo itong ginagawa.

Your right hand was gliding up and down his dick sending him shivers down his spine while your left hand was occasionally massaging your pussy.

Hindi naman ata makukumpleto ang isang handjob kung hindi chuchupain diba that’s why you quickly made your way down to suck him off.

When you were about to suck him off, Toji stopped you from doing so and carried you from your arms to sit you on top of his dick.

“Basang basa na nga puke mo hindi mo pa ipasok” he said vulgary to you while grabbing your hips then slamming your pussy down his dick. “T-tangina mo sandali lang” you moaned out as you tried to take him in fully.

“A-anlaki mo talaga…i am so fucking full” you said as you held on to his arms for dear life. As you get comfortable with his dick literally impaling you, you start to bounce slowly. You moan every time you bottom him out while he on the other hand is enjoying the view of you bouncing up and down.

"Fuck mas tinitigasan ako dahil sa boobs mo shit anlaki pa tapos tayong tayo pa utong mo” sabi niya while reaching out to your boobs for him to massage it.

Putangina ang galing niya talaga humawak ng dede kapag libog na libog, you thought to yourself pero wala ka ng magagawa ganyan talaga asawa mo eh.

As he was feeling your body, ikaw naman ay nagpapakahirap sakyan ang kanyang tite. Your clit is even hitting the base of his dick which made you squirt and let out the most pornographic moan you could ever release.

“S-shit shit shit” you cried out as juices from your dear pussy came out. He chuckled as you tried to control yourself from losing it but then you lost it when his fingers made contact with your clit.

“W-wait wag muna…’m sensitive” you said as you hold on to his wrist as you try to stop him from doing what he wants to do.

“Anong wag muna, first time mo lang toh nagawa” he said at oo totoo naman na first time mo lang magsquirt sa buong buhay mo pero he’s persistent as fuck kaya hinawakan niya parin ang puke mo to add pressure on your clit.

He followed your pussy as you started to go up and won to finish what you started.

You were a moaning mess on top of him as you bounced up and down his very big dick.

Tangina his girth is to die for talaga o baka yun ang papatay ata sayo ni hindi na nga gumagana utak mo kakasakay mo eh.

The only thing that’s going on inside your head is kung gaano siya kalaki at kung gaano ka sarap pinapatamaan ng ulo niya ang cervix mo. Malapit na kayong labasan kaya medyo bumabagal ang iyong galaw kaya’t si Toji nalang ang gagawa ng paraan para sa inyong dalawa.

“Don’t give up on me, pretty…kailangan ko ilabas tamod ko sa loob” he said as he lifted his hips up to meet your pussy.

As you both try to reach your climax, your pussy was pulsating signaling that a few more thrust and you are cumming which Toji knew and obliged. He met your thrusts halfway and held your hips to make sure the tip of his dick is really kissing your cervix

“Fuck fuck eto na lalabas na, babe” you said as you bounced up and down before cumming all over his cock and completely stopping from riding him.

“Paano naman ako kung titigil ka” he said which made you come to your senses and slowly lifted yourself up then slamming your hips down gradually increasing your speed. As you rode him for quite some time, he finally came inside you.

“Ang init ng tamod mo, babe” you said as you look at him straight on to his eyes. “Magulat ka na lang kung malamig yan” he said trying to make you laugh which he successfully did while caressing your thighs with his big hands.

You lifted yourself up, his dick sliding off you which made you feel empty for a few seconds before all of your cum seeped out from your pulsating hole. “Gago andaming tamod” he said as he reached out to your pussy then slipped his two fingers inside of you.

“Syempre hindi natin sasayangin yan kaya ibabalik natin” he said while smirking and fingering your pussy. His fingers were full of cum and pussy juices making it a lube for him at dahil don napadali ang pagfifinger niya sayo.

His fingers were so fat it could form a dick and the fact na it curls to reach your spots tangina. Lahat ng parte ng katawan niya malaki puta tama talaga na pinakasalan mo tong gagong toh.

“Shit p-pag ako nilabasan ulit” you said but he quickly replied with “edi labasan ka, mas maganda nga yon eh”.

He continued on fingering you which made you squirt and cum at the same time which he really found hot. “Tangina ang hot non gago tumayo ulit tite ko” he said looking at your pussy and slowly caressing your folds para ikalat ang tamod ninyong dalawa.

He sat up meeting your face then kissed you passionately. Oh tignan mo pati sa paghalik expert siya. Parang ganon ata talagaa kapag malibog.

His lips were attached to yours at talagang lasap na lasap niya ang iyong labi. His lips were so soft and tender kaya't natempt kang kagatin ito.

Your stared at him with you biting his lip, he said “pwede pa namang makaisa diba” then winked at you.

Mukhang hanggang madaling araw ata kayo sa kuwartong iyon.

[midniiights-garden]

To Those Beyond The Sea - Mizu x filipino!Reader

(A/N: THIS IS FOR THE LOVELY ANON @dinadearine!! I wanted my main ff to be more of the reader escaping to Japan bc of the Spanish, but I loved this idea sm so I still wanted to write something for it!! I hope you like it <33)

Possible TWs!!!: Sex, Canon typical violence, possibly ooc?

Mizu was rather pissed off when the captain of her ship told her they would be making a stop over at a nearby country before moving onto Britain. After all, in her eyes it was simply a waste of time. Why would she want to spend time in a place that didn't aid her search for vengence after all? That was the price to pay for choosing a cargo ship instead of one ferrying passengers. So, she begrudgingly acknowledged the statement before turning her gaze back to the sea, her eyes scanning the waves for unknown answers.

Her ship arrives at it's destination the next morning. Mizu is surprised to find herself in a warm, tropical country. It wasn't that far away from her homeland of Japan, and yet the scenery was worlds away. The sun beat down onto her heavily, making her sweat in her disguise. She suddenly regretted not packing lighter clothing. The air here was humid, thick. She could feel it sticking to her skin and frankly she was at a loss as to whether or not it was a good thing or not. And then there was the town. It was a quaint sea side port, but it was full of life. Children ran around the streets, yelling and playing happily with one another. Vendors were selling their wares, there were people singing and laugh... and there was chatter everywhere. Quite different to Japan. A part of her finds this stark difference endearing. Everyone here seemed so... happy. She notes the darker skin tone of the people around her, marveling in it's beauty. The people here were beautiful. And Mizu couldn't decide whether or not it was because of their smiles or their features.

But she was sweating. Really badly.

"Fuck," she mutters, shrugging off her haori. She couldn't risk revealing her identity as a woman, but at the same time she was pretty sure she would die if she didn't get some new clothes. So she disembarked, stepping onto the docks of the town and heading inwards to search for a tailor who could help her.

Suddenly, someone bumps into her. One of the native women. Mizu had to catch herself from staring. The woman before her was considerably shorter her tanned skin shining beautifully in the sunlight. The stranger's hair was dark, so dark it was nearly black and it was tied up gracefully into a bun at the nape of her neck. The woman looks up at Mizu, warm brown eyes staring curiously into her blue ones.

"...pasensya na," the woman says, lowering her head bashfully.

Mizu stares, absolutely puzzled. What the hell was a passensha?

"Uhm... w-what?" Mizu replies, hoping that she didn't sound too awkward or nervous.

Mizu and the woman stare at each other for a while as it dawns on the both of them. They had no way to communicate. The woman bites down on her lower lip, looking worried. She suddenly points at herself and then at Mizu before making her hands bump together. "Ano... I..." she begins, her accent thick. She points back to herself and then bows dramatically. It finally dawns on Mizu... The woman was apologizing.

"I-It's," Mizu begins. "Ok." In an effort to communicate with the stranger she forces her lips into a smile, nodding her head as an acceptance of her apology. Much to Mizu's relief the woman smiles brightly, so brightly Mizu was certain that the sun itself had been reincarnated into this tiny human. The woman then points at herself again before speaking. She tells Mizu her name, a name that she had never heard of and yet was now finding incredibly beautiful. She repeats it, testing the syllables on her tongue before pointing to herself.

"Mizu," she says. The stranger, you, smiles. You test her name on your tounge as well, delighted to make another friend.

Meanwhile Mizu is quite literally sweating to death, having previously been too distracted by the new figure to notice her state. She was now thrown back to reality by the sticky feeling of her clothing against her back. Mizu taps your shoulder, pointing at her clothes.

"Need... new ones," she says to you. You seem to get the message, and you quickly lead her to a vendor. You chat with said vendor quickly, telling the lady running it that Mizu requires new clothing to suit the weather and she quickly whips something up for Mizu.

"Salamat po!" I say gratefully as I hand the clothing to the still sweating Mizu. Mizu takes the clothing gratefully, hurrying back to her ship to change into the lighter clothing. She sighed in relief as the light fabric touched her skin, cooling her off. When she exits her room she's surprised to find you still waiting for her at the dock. How persistent of you.

That meeting was now two weeks ago. The first meeting that would change the both of your lives. Mizu couldn't help but be drawn in by your welcoming, sunny nature. It was so sincere, so sweet that she was sucked in as if she was stuck in a vat of taffy. Within those two weeks you had both learned to communicate through English (which Mizu found additionally helpful considering she would need to know English to get around Britain). Mizu eventually ended up telling you about her past. About how she was really a woman in disguise, how she had murdered her husband and how she was killing all the men who had the audacity to force her into being. And yet despite knowing all these truths you never once stopped smiling at her the same way. Not even when you had begged her to spar with you and lost. When she pinned you down Mizu was afraid it would be a repeat of Mikio, and yet all you did was giggle. You giggled and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

That was when she realized something that both elated and horrified her. She loved you. Mizu had fallen head over heels for you. For your sunny personality, for your smile for everything. She pulls away from you briefly, trying to process the warmth she felt in her chest at the sight of you. When she does come back to you the first thing she does is apologize.

"For what?" You ask her, tilting your head to the side.

"For disappearing so suddenly," Mizu replies.

"Oh? That? I just figured you needed space," you say, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Goddamn it. Will you stop being so damn cute?" Mizu hisses, suddenly clamping down on her own mouth once she realized what she had said. Meanwhile you stand there briefly, shocked at what she just said.

"Cute?" You ask. "You think.. I'm cute?"

"Yes," Mizu groans, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Listen, I... I love-"

You cut her off. "I love you too."

Mizu's heart stutters, her breath hitching in her throat. You loved her back. Now without reservation she grabbed ahold of you by the collar of your blouse, pulling you forward and kissing you.

Kissing turned to making out and making out turned to grinding and before either of you could process it you were both unclothed, your bodies intertwined intimately.

"You're beautiful," you whisper between moans.

For once Mizu almost cried; not out of anger or despair... But this time out of joy. After the intense night of pleasure you slept in each others arms, taking solace in the warmth of your lover.

Come morning Mizu held you tightly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. What was once a stop over she had deemed unnecessary became one of the most important events in her life. But she would have to go soon, and they both knew it. You both spend the rest of your time together as a couple, whispered words of comfort and love shared between the both of you. And the night before her departure from your warm homeland you got married.

"Mizu," I whisper after our small ceremony. "I hope you know I'm coming with you."

Mizu's eyes widened.

"What? Are you crazy!?! You'll get hurt! I-" She is promptly shut up by your finger on her lips, your dark eyes twinkling with mischief. "Shh, love. I'm coming with. I'm your wife now, as you are mine. And I promise to do whatever it takes to help you in your quest. I promise. Mahal kita," you whisper, kissing her tenderly. Mizu knew better than to argue. Not with your stubborn personality. Which is how she now finds herself in London, her beautiful wife at her side. From now until forever more.

Translations!!:

Pasensya na - Excuse me

Ano - What

Salamat po - Thank you (sir/ma'am - idk how to translate po tbh)

Mahal kita - I love you

(A/N: ANNDDDD DONE!! :D I hope this was up to your standards!! I'm sorry the smut part is so short it's more implied if anything 😭😭I was too scared to make it longer but I swear I'll do a proper smut scene in the future. As usual, if anyone has any suggestion, comments or requests feel free to ask!! Love y'all <3)

[lilithaban]

Dominance

pairings: jeon wonwoo x female reader

— filo setting

🖋️: smut, bf au!

warning: 🔞 mature content, liquor, cigarettes, female dom, profanities, unprotected sex, language

— dni minors!

posted: january 27, 2023

happy reading!

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“What about the gin bulag or alfonso?” suhestyon mo habang si Wonwoo naman ay naglalaro ng genshin impact sakanyang phone.

“Balak mo ba akong lasingin, baby?” sagot nito habang nakatuon ang atensyon sa kanyang nilalaro.

“Hmm nagrereklamo ka? sabi mo magsuggest ako ng alak!”

My boyfriend put down his phone on the side table and turned his gaze to me. “Yes, pero hindi ko naman sinabing hard. Kaya mag beer na lang kaya tayo?” sagot nito atsaka lumapit sakin

Nagkibit balikat lamang ako at agad na tinignan ang refrigerator para icheck kung may red horse o kahit anong beer. “Hmm”

“Baby we only have red horse here, is that ok with you?”

“Hmm yes. Come here let’s get it done”

—

It’s past 3 am and both of you are still alive and already drank one case of red horse and smoke 4 sticks of cigarettes. Nasa veranda niyobg napagpasyahan na mag-inom.

“Are you tired baby? can you still drink?”

I shrugged. “No, but let's settle with one case na lang. And let’s just enjoy the view for now.”

Lumapit ka kay Wonwoo para umupo sa kandungan niya atsaka siya niyakap. Habang nakayakap ka sakanya naramadaman mo na lang ang marahan niyang paghimas sa buhok pababa sa bewang mo.

“Hmm that feels so nice,”

Narinig ko naman ang mahina niyang pagtawa. Patuloy lang siya sa pagsuklay sa mahabang buhok. “You smell so nice, Y/n. I can’t smell the scent of beer and cigarette on you. Hmm”

“Uh huh, Woo can you tie my hair?” I said and give him my ponytail.

Dahan-dahan niya munang sinuklay ang aking buhok atsaka ito itinali. Pagtapos nun ay wala ni isang nagsalita sainyo bagkus tanging simoy lang ng hangin ang tangung naririnig.

Sa ilang minuto niyong pagyayakapan may kung anong kilit kang naramdaman sa kaibuturan mo.

Oh fuck

Napamura ka sayong isipan because something inside you ignites.

Fucking hell...

Kumalas ka pagkakayakap kay Wonu atsaka hinawakan ang magkabilang pisngi nito. Marahan mong hinimas ang pisngi ng nobyo mo at tinitigan ito diretso sa mata.

“Hmm?”

Fuck, here comes his lazy stares. I can already feel my wetness down there! Of course his lazy eyes is one of your weakness because he really really hot when he does that.

Tinitigan mo pa rin siya at para kang aatakihin sa puso dahil sa kagwapuhan nito. His lazy stares, glasses on, and him on black shirt is like killing you.

“Ang pogi pogi talaga ng boyfriend ko,” ngiting sabi mo at hinalikan nang paulit-ulit ang mapulang labi nito.

Hahalikan mo na ulit sana siya nang hinuli niya ang batok mo. Nakatitig lang siya sayo na parang may masama kang ginawa sakanya. Napalunok ka na lang nang makita mong kinagat nito ang kanyang labi.

“You're triggered something, are you aware of that?” madiing sabi nito habang hawak nito ang batok mo at mariing nakatitig sayo.

Ngumiti ka lamang ng nakakaloka. Pinatong mo ang dalawang kamay mo sakanyang balikat at binigyan mo siya ng napaka tamis mong ngiti.

Na hinding-hindi matatanggihan ng isang Jeon Wonwoo.

“Hmm really? I mean what do you mean by that? masama na bang halikan boyfriend ko?” sinadya mong ngumuso at hawakan ang mapulang labi nito gamit ang iyong hintuturo.

Now you can clearly see your boyfriend's raging eyes. Despite of his stares you slowly grind on his lap feeling his clothed dick. Patuloy ka lang sa paggiling sa kandungang ng boyfriend mo habang siya'y halos lapain ka na ng mga titig nito.

Ngumiti ka ng nakakaloka nang maramdaman mong unti-unting bumaba ang kamay nito sa suso mo.

“Hmmm” mahina kang umungol nang lamasin nang marahan ang iyong suso. Dahil sa ginawang pag lamas ni Wonwoo ay tumayo ka atsaka unti-unting tinanggal ang damit pang itaas mo. Leaving your red wine lacey bra.

Kitang-kita mo ang panggigil ng mga titig ni Wonwoo kaya nung hahawakan ka na niya agad mong hinawakan ang dalawang kamay nito upang pigilan sa balak nito.

“Not so fast baby,”

Binitawan mo ang mga kamay nito atsaka lumayo nang kaunti.

Mas lalo pang dumilim ang mga titig ni Wonwoo nang mabagal kang sumayaw sa harap nito. Tumalikod ka at gumiling sa harap nito.

“Fuck y/n” nagsunod-sunod na ang mura nito dahil sa sekswal mong pagsayaw.

Dahil sa matinding panggigigil ni Wonu ay hinuli nito ang kamay mo atsaka hinila ka pabalik sa kandungan nito.

“Tangina y/n ayokong minumura kita pero dahil sa ginagawa mo sinasagad mo ako.” bakas ang inis at matinding pagpigil sa pagkakasabi nito

Mahina kang natawa at hindi mo na hinintay na magsalita pa ang iyong nobyo at hinalikan ito ng malalim.

Inayos mo ang pagkakaupo mo sa kandungan ng nobyo mo habang nagpapalitan kayo ng mapupusok na halik. Kinagat mo ang ibabang labi ni Wonu nang bigla niyang lamasin ang suso mo na kanina pa namumula.

Habang nagpapalitan kayo ng mapupusok na halik ay siyang pagbaba ng kaliwang kamay ni Wonu papuntang mamasa-masa mong puke.

Marahan niya itong hinimas kahit na may suot ka pang skirt at panty. Kaya naman tumigil ka sa paghalik at tinitigan ang kamay niyang inaasar ka.

“Tangina ka ipasok mo na” naiinis mong sabi at gumiling habang hinihimas nito ang naglalawa mong puke. Para kang mababaliw sa sensasyong nararamdaman mo mula sa paggiling ag paghimas ng talentadong mga daliri ni Wonwoo.

“Chill the fuck down woman, kakantutin din kita.”

You rolled your eyes because your temper cannot take it anymore so you quickly stood up then dragged the fuck down Wonwoo on your living room.

Nang makarating kayo roon ay agad mong tinulak pa-upo sa couch atsaka dali-daling hinubad ang natitira mo pang saplot. Kaya naman mas lalong nakaramdam ng libog ang nobyo mong kating-kati na wasakin ka.

Mabilis kang kumandong sakanya. “No more foreplay lover boy” you smriked and slowly grind your wetness on his hard fuck dick.

“But I wanna eat you before that,” taas kilay na sinabi ng nobyo mo habang nakatitig sa hubad mong katawan.

You crossed your arm, “No. Let me dominate you this time,”

You can already feel his dick twitching so you hurriedly insert his fat ass dick on your hole.

“Fuck, ang sikip mo pa rin talaga kahit kailan” narinig mong mura ni Wonu habang naga-adjust ka pa sa laki nito. Kahit na ilang beses na may nangyari sayo ng nobyo mo still nahihirapan ka pa rin dahil sa laki ng tite nito.

Nang makapag adjust ka sa laki nito ay unti-unting bumibilis ang pagtaas baba mo sakanya. Hindi mo na alam kung saan ibabaling ang iyong ulo dahil sa sobrang sarap ng sensasyon na hatid sayo ng bawat pagsalpok ng puke mo sa malaki at matabang ari nito.

“Fuck, fuck yes! oh my god,”

Nagsunod-sunod na ang malulutong monng pagmumura at ungol. Kaya naman hinalikan ka ng nobyo mo at sumasabay na rin sa ritmong ginagawa mo.

“Putangina, y/n” rinig mong mura nito at ang sunod-sunod nitong ungol na lalong nagpalibog sayo.

Nagpatuloy lamang ang pag sasalpukan ng puke mo at ang ari ni Wonwoo nang makaramdaman ka na malapit ka nang labasan.

“Oh god, baby I’m coming” hirap na hirap mong sinabi

Naka awang na ang mga labi niyo at mga matang tumitirik dahil sa hatid na sarap ng ginagawa niyo. Parang mas lalo kang mababaliw at lalabasan dahil sa bawat pagsalpukan ng mga ari niyo ay ang siyang pag lamas ni Wonwoo sa suso mo.

“Hmm fuck i’m coming”

At kaunting ulos pa ay sabay kayong nilabasan ng nobyo mo. Ramdam mong punong-puno ng tamad ang puke mo.

Napayakap ka na lang sakanya dahil sa pagod. Parehas hinahabol ang hininga. Nakapatong ka pa rin sakanya at nasa loob pa rin ng puke mo ang ari nito kaya ramdam mo pa rin ang paninigas nito. Kaya mabilis kang hiniga nito sa couch.

“Baby, I think I'm gonna fuck you till the sun shines.”

[stuckybarton]

Heads Under Water Masterlist

Summary: All your life, you were afraid of the water. How you had found yourself drowning at a young age—only to be saved by a man living in the waters. Little did you know of the past you shared with the man whose name struck fear upon your family’s town and around the world. Characters: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader Warnings: Smut. Death. Blood. Mention of Wars. Possible Dark elements. Mentions of Thalassophobia. Specific warnings to be added to each parts.

Chronological Chapters

Intro

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen

Part Twenty

Part Twenty One

Part Twenty Two

Part Twenty Three

Part Twenty Four

Part Twenty Five

Part Twenty Six

Part Twenty Seven

Part Twenty Eight

Part Twenty Nine

One Shots / Blurbs / Imagines

Water Under The Bridge

More Than A Woman, Less of A God

[rae-iin]

💖AEON BLOODLINE: A TMNT MASTERLIST💚

note:

💟technically my fics are character/sxoc(becuz tbh i cant be bothered writing y/n or reader am i the only one annoyed writing it especially when dialogue is mentioned??)

💟i only write fem!ph mc’s becuz its rare to see books with mc’s that are of filipino heritage or having filipino/southeast asian features in general, so thats whyyy if nobody wants to do it then ill do it myself! but anyone can read it as a character/sxreader/self-insert cuz i mostly write on second pov so everyone can interact with it.

💟 also english is not my native tongue so correct me or gimme some tips to improve my writing! warning tho im a sensitive betch so spare me ur rage✨

PUBLISHED:

DESPERADO • the last ronin (future! mikey x reader)

After being saved by one of your clients, you're life as a prostitute changes to a journey of motherhood.

EUPHORIA • rise!tmnt (various x reader)

The turtle brothers visit April at the wrong time — oh no! She has some family over. Quickly boys! Find a good place to hide before they spot you!

COLLIDE • bayv!tmnt (various x reader)

What's it like being the spoiled daughter and the only child of New York's most influential scientist?

UNPUBLISHED:

DRINK COFFEE, EAT MY PIE • bayv!raph x reader

In a world where humans and mutants coexist, your family clan and the Hamato family clan are well-known for their status and money. An arranged marriage contract between you and the Hamato’s second son. A story of one-sided love, or is it one-sided?

DEAREST, NUMBER SIX • 2012!donnie x reader

six years. six months. six weeks. six days. six hours. six minutes. ...but it took you nothing to toss me aside.

PART OF YOUR WORLD • bayv!leo x mermaid!reader

Your love for him was like the ocean, vast and beautiful. But like the ocean — it was blue and like a salty wave...it has it’s limits.

[jaiistg]

Childe as your filo boyfriend na parang hindi

"To be your favorite jacket just so I could always be near."

[feverinfeveroutfic]

Tijuana sunrise | kinktober 2024 | day xxix.: “lilac treehouse”

pairing: rob cavestany x oc

prompt: graveyard sex

word count: 3471

song: “a room with a view” by death angel

happy birthday rob!

I was in disbelief that I wasn’t going to be able to see my little Danish pastry again after he had taken me back to his place to check out the Basquiat that he had had on hand. He had brought me back home to Carson City after I had spent a couple of days with him over in the Bay Area, and almost immediately of him having dropped me off, I began to miss him and his little body.

The city was alive that night, with all the people about the sidewalks near the heart of downtown, from Heidi’s down to Cactus Jack’s and the old Ormsby House. But I paid more attention to the fact that he and I had bonded with one another near the historic part of town, the site of the museums and all of the old houses from around the turn of the century. I was still completely beside myself at that the fact the painting that I had made of him right on the spot had all but disappeared into thin air. I could go and look for it myself, but then again, I really had nowhere to look around for it.

I needed to let him go. And I needed to let him live. If you love someone, let it be free.

I walked about the sidewalks with my hands in my pockets and the cool breeze at my back so my hair drifted over my shoulders. It was cool enough to give me a full round of shivers, but not cool enough to warrant a jacket of any sort. I stood at the corner across from the Golden Nugget and next to the one museum with the smaller version of the Liberty Bell out in front: the evening sun washed over the crown of the bell so it seemed a little more golden than usual. Halloween was upon us: the feeling hung in the air and everything about Carson City just had that feeling come the first of October.

I spotted him on the other side of the street, tinted sunglasses over his squarish face, long inky black hair down to his shoulders, and a tall wiry body wrapped in a black tank top. If no one else was going to wear something against the cool winds, then why not show off those sinewy arms and that smooth deep chest; he had smooth skin tinged olive from the sun, but then I looked in closer to his eyes from behind those sunglasses, and I noticed that he had a smooth almond shape to them. His lips were full and tender, and there was a big part of my mind that jumped to kissing them at some point.

I showed him a smile as he crossed the street by himself and came on closer to the curb before me.

“Sometimes it’s hard to catch the light just right,” he declared once he came within earshot of me.

“I’ve done it before, though,” I assured him.

“I envy anyone who does it, too, if I’m being completely honest,” he said, and he showed me a big smile filled with big shiny teeth and a slight crinkling to his eyes which emerged from behind his sunglasses. “It’s pretty easy to do in the Bay Area, but it’s a totally different game over here and down in Vegas, too.”

“Oh, yeah, Vegas, you have to work your way around the tourists and the hookers,” I told him. “You pretty much have to run like hell, and sometimes it just gets so hot out. Sometimes it’s not worth it at all.” He reached the curb and stood next to me: the crest of his shoulder remained right over my head. The sun on his face showed me those eyes from behind the tinted lenses. Even with the rich, dark tone to his skin, there was something rather ghostly about him. His skin seemed to glow and his hair was a bit too much on the smooth side, he was taller than other guy whom I had ever known before and his arms were long and lanky as if made of wood; he looked as if he had come straight out of a toy maker’s closet.

“Maybe you can show me a way around Vegas where I can be away from the tourists and all of the cheap sex,” he suggested. I showed him a little smile, and I could see him checking out my hair as well as my chest and my legs. He brought his gaze back to my face.

The light still hadn’t turned green yet, which meant I could keep going with this over the noise of the traffic next to us.

“I love the way you said ‘cheap sex’,” I confessed.

“Because if I’m honest, I don’t really like the idea of having it so cheap,” he replied, and he lifted his sunglasses a bit so I could see into his eyes.

“I don’t, either,” I promised him with a shake of my head.

“I mean… even if it’s just for a night, I want it to mean something,” he continued, and then I ran my tongue over the top row of my teeth. I should have seen it coming, and I hoped that I wouldn’t ever say to it to my Danish pastry once I saw him again.

“Are you looking for a good time?” I teased him. He hooded those smooth eyelids at me, to which he followed it up with a curling of the corners of his full cherry lips into a playful little smile.

“Actually, yes,” he said in a low voice that reminded me of velvet. I nibbled on my bottom lip, and I glanced down at his wiry, sleek, slender little body. He wasn’t like my little Danish boy, but he would definitely give me a good feeling.

“Do you want something to eat first or should we just go straight into it all headfirst?” I offered him, and I pressed one hand to my hip and my other hand up onto the side of the light pole right over the crown of my head. He dropped his gaze to my body, and then he somewhat bumped out his chest for me. Indeed, I did want to touch his chest, that smooth skin underneath the smooth fabric of his shirt.

“What do you feel like doing?” he asked me.

“Well, I’ve just been taking a walk,” I told him. “Went from Heidi’s all the way down here, and I’m thinking of going down to the Ormsby House. But I also like this way.” I gestured to the street off to the right of us, the one that led into those historic neighborhoods as well as an old cemetery which dated back to the very end of the Civil War era.

“Let me come along with you,” he suggested, and he tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, which made him look like a painting with the breeze blowing all around us.

I gestured for him to follow me down the street, away from the crosswalk and the stoplight, especially as the light finally turned green and the traffic rolled on ahead, right past us. He walked alongside me, and he shielded his eyes with his hand, away from the sun, even though it was going to be dark soon and the cottonwoods around us provided enough shade for the time being.

“This is a really lovely neighborhood,” he remarked.

“It’s all historic,” I told him. “Every last part of this is historic.”

“Even the trees?” he asked me.

“Yes, as a matter of fact!”

“Really?”

“Nah, I’m just grasping at straws there,” I replied, and he chuckled at that.

We passed a tall, neatly trimmed hedge which lined the left side of the sidewalk, and he moved his arm away from the stray branches the jutted out from the hedge itself. There was another hedge on my side, one at the base of the cottonwoods and along the side of a wrought iron fence. Behind the fence and the trees stood a big white Victorian mansion with pitch-dark windows; he craned his neck for a look over the hedge. I followed his gaze to behold the tapestry over one of the big bay windows on the second floor.

“This looks like one of those old plantation style houses you’d find in New Orleans,” he remarked. “You’d see it in the heart of a swamp and there’d be these little ghost lights all around the rooftop.”

“Have you been to New Orleans?” I asked him.

“Oh, yeah, a few times. The first time I went there, a hurricane was about to hit so it was really hot and muggy. I remember wearing this shirt here and sitting still in the French Quarter with my glass of hurricane before me. I wasn’t even moving and I could feel the sweat running down the side of my face and neck.”

“A glass of hurricane just before a hurricane hit,” I noted.

“And yes, the glass was sweating like crazy, too,” he added with a smirk.

“As for this house here, all I know is that it dates back to the Civil War era and it might be haunted,” I explained. “In fact, most of these houses around here are haunted.”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Yes. In fact, I’ll let you in on a little secret.” He turned his full attention to me, and we stood before the iron gates before the white Victorian style house right behind us. The breeze ruffled the leaves of the trees all around us: the sea of color over our heads, the chill in the air, it was all absolutely perfect when I thought about it.

“I’ve spent a few nights in a few of them,” I told him.

“You’ve spent a few nights in a few haunted houses? What was it like?”

“Interesting,” I replied. “The first one gave me insomnia for a week. The second one gave me a headache. The third one gave me a scar and I don’t remember how, either. All I remember is there was raining blood and I got the hell out of there as fast as I could.”

His eyes widened and he shivered at that.

“And how did you get to that point, too?” he added.

“They’re all a very long story,” I told him with the shake of my head. I walked on up the street some more, and he followed up right behind me. He walked alongside me past the gates and the next row of a hedge; the temperature seemed to drop a bit as we walked further along the street.

“Were you alone?” he asked me.

“The first two, I was definitely alone,” I replied as I tucked my hands into my pockets. He did the same, at least for a moment; we reached a full patch of shadow courtesy of the cottonwoods, and he took off his sunglasses and tucked them into the neckline of his shirt. “The third one, I brought one of my guy friends with me. I remember squeezing him so tight from the fear of it all. Eve though he was just a friend, I remember thinking there was something kind of sexy about it. Being in a terrifying setting like that with another warm body next to you. The fear pulling you closer together.”

“Fear is our most primal emotion,” he pointed out. “Fear, and also love.”

We reached the next property, a small brick house that had been boarded up and left to become a part of the greenery right behind it, and then we reached the street corner. I shivered again, even though the sun had still broken through the trees right before us. We were standing in complete sunlight against a breeze mild enough for us to walk around in short sleeves, and yet I was there shivering. Indeed, I noticed that he was shivering as well, especially when I looked on at the hunch of his shoulders.

“I think this cold feeling all of a sudden would make a great deal of sense given there’s a cemetery right up here.” He pointed right across the street; past the trees and the bushes, past the next batch of houses, stood the graveyard in question. I noticed the tallest of the sprawling tombstones behind the spindly black iron fence, the crosses with a few angel faces, the placards rested upon the aging cold stone, and the fact the two of us could in fact have a moment alone together in there if he wanted to do so. The place was haunted, more haunted than the plantation looking house right behind us.

It may have seemed obvious, especially when the dead rested over there, but nothing could deny the feeling at all.

“It’s funny, I’ve been to the graveyard up in Reno and it’s never given me this feeling at all,” I confessed to him. He then turned his attention back to me, those smooth almond-shaped eyes riddled with utmost concern.

“There’s some interesting tales about ghosts in Filipino lore,” he explained, “like they’re radically different compared to us still living. Some people contain multiple spirits within them, depending on where they come from. And traditionally speaking, we see ghosts as protectors or as guides. We generally don’t see them as demonic or malevolent.”

I looked on at him right as a bit of a breeze billowed his hair back from his shoulders: a stray lock of hair swept over his forehead.

“We do have some tales, though,” he continued. “Our own white lady, or a woman who died in a car accident in Quezon City haunts the street there. Headless ghosts and ghostly hitchhikers on highways.”

I returned my attention to the graveyard ahead of us. Most ghosts were good and nothing to be afraid of. With that in mind, I inched closer to the curb, and I let the breeze sweep over me. It was there when I felt the warmth of the sun on my face again. I turned to him, with my hand outstretched to him. I could see the fear in his eyes. 

The primeval look in his eyes and upon his face.

“Come with me,” I coaxed him. “Come with me to the graveyard.”

He shifted his weight. I could see that he was thinking it.

“Come with me,” I coaxed him some more, that time in a breath of a voice. “It’ll be romantic. We’ll have a good time together. I promise.”

He swallowed, and gingerly, he took me by the hand and we walked across the pavement together to the sidewalk on the other side. We left the sunlight, only to be met with the cold again, all courtesy of the shadows all around us.

The cold picked up until the point the hair on my arms and on the back of my neck all stood up on end; the gates squeaked open a little bit against the breeze. He reached out to the gate before us, and it creaked open with the taste of rust.

Tombstones sprawled all around us in one great big tessellation, including the large Latin cross in the dead center of the entire lot. I could feel the ghosts welcoming us, the ones still living all to be protected against their own kind ready to take us under.

“What do you think we should do?” he asked me in a low voice, even though we were the only ones there.

“Well… seeing as we’re alone, and I promised a good time,” I started again, and I locked fingers with him. I led him to the large granite cross in the center of it all, to the bed of slightly overgrown emerald green grass right underneath it. The cold surrounded us, and I could feel my nipples tightening up inside of my bra cups. 

He held there next to the pillar of stone, right as the sun cast through the trees on the other side of the street. His hair looked as though he had some golden threads embedded within. His skin was smooth and rich, like a warm cup of fresh espresso. A small pocket of warmth against a lake of cold, just like that night in the third haunted house.

I focused on him and only him.

I guided him down to the grass, but I hesitated with my free hand pressed against the base of the stone itself.

“Lay down first,” I beckoned him in a low voice. The breeze fell away, and all we were left with was the cold of silence all around us.

“So, I just lay down on the bed of the grave like this?” he asked me in a soft voice.

“Yes,” I beckoned him some more. He lay down on the grass before me, and I followed suit right next to him. He lay on his side while I lingered right over him. I glanced down at him and my hair cascaded down over him like a curtain.

“There is in fact something romantic about this,” he remarked in a near whisper.

I lay a hand on his hip. He was slender and slim, but I was able to feel the side of his hip and his thigh with nothing more than a single swipe of the hand.

We locked eyes. It was then that I knew we had something.

He rolled over onto his back, and I sank down over him. I cupped my hands on either side of his face and I slipped my tongue deep into his mouth: he tasted of rice and purple sweet potatoes. He opened his legs for me to better get on top of him. He ran his fingers through my hair, from the roots out to the ends.

Though I was the one who came onto him, he kissed me so hard and deep, with such firmness and strength, like he meant it. My little Danish pastry may have given me the pleasure and warmth, but this boy gave me the thrill. The thrill and the rush of death all around us.

“I don’t have any protection,” he whispered right into my ear.

“Not a problem,” I promised him, and I reached down inside of his jeans to feel him. I kept myself somewhat suspended over him with one arm down by his side, and thus, I had to lean over a bit to see him for myself. My fingers did the work in peeling back the denim, and I exposed him to the cold all around us. My fingers slid up the side of his shaft towards the head; his skin was lightly kissed brown and so smooth, like I was touching water.

“Let me try you next,” he whispered to me.

“Reach under my shirt and feel my breasts from the nipple outward,” I told him, also in a whisper. With a lick of his lips, he put one hand up inside of my shirt, right under my bra wire. My arm gave out, and I lay down next to him: this made it easier for him to feel me and switch positions with me. His black hair drifted down towards my face in the manner of filmy feathers. His eyes never left my gaze.

He lifted up my shirt all the way to feel my breasts. I watched him move the tips of his fingers all around my nipples in unison. He moved out from the tips, and that alone was enough to get me going, much less the cold all around us.

He lowered his head to my chest to kiss me right in between my breasts, and that was when I tilted my head back and let out a low yelp against the silence. Not loud enough to wake the dead, but enough to make him giggle. He kissed me again, and that time, I closed my eyes and grinned from the feeling instead.

He then stopped right in his tracks. I opened my eyes to find him looking over his shoulder at something.

“What’s the matter?” I asked him.

“Let’s get out of here, I think I heard something,” he suggested.

I tugged down my shirt, and he helped me to my feet. We scurried on out of there, back out to the street, right as the sun disappeared behind the trees and twilight was beginning to set in over us. 

“By the way, I never caught your name,” he confessed with a shake of his head.

“Little too late for that, you already made out with me,” I pointed out, and he let out a big laugh, one loud enough to possibly wake the dead.

[starzgaze]

exams is almost over ommmmfg i get to write that stupid campus journalist x student athlete jinwoo thing but im gonna promise u some parts r probably gonna be in Filipino

[tyvnie]

kuya yeonjun na tropa ng kuya mo na very sus kapag andiyan yung guy friend mo HAHAHAHA oddly specific 😭

paanong sus? like do you want it sfw or nsfw? 🤔 soriiii baka kasi mamaya in a sfw way pala, like maybe selos selos clingy tampo cute lang, tapos masagot ko is puro bastos 😭

[mynameismisty]

"Parehas tayo malandi, titig malagkit."

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filipino mortal kombat fic, anyone? LMAO

[frinnie-frye]

2 is better than 1 ⋆｡°✩ haikyuu filipino smau masterlist

accounts

ep. 1 - start na ba natin to?

ep. 1.5 - aguy (ouch)

ep. 2 - wait. what

a/n : masyado late uploads here but im gonna try my best HAHAHA

[nellycanwrite]

This fic is a monster fr fr. I said I'm gonna go past 10K words as a joke, but I don't think this is a joke anymore, chief🤼‍♀️ I have broken past that threshold hours ago and I'm still going.

Anyways, it is almost done 👀

His Timeless Love: a Preview

K'uk'ulkan x Reincarnator!Filipino!Reader Fic Preview

Summary: A God such as K'uk'ulkan has lived life by the hundreds, yet you wonder why he has not found his true love during his time of immortality. It might just shock you to believe that he had already loved you since the summer of 1592.

Or, in which K’uk’ulkan tells you the story of the four times he fell in love with you and the three times he saw you die.

Rating: 18+

Note: This work follows along the history of the Philippines and the influences of the colonizers throughout the years of subservience. I claim no historical accuracy to the plot but the timeline and the implications of each historical era was and is researched accordingly. As such, I am also of Filipino descent specifically from Bisaya, Ilonggo, and Ilokano backgrounds. 

This work is a connecting piece to His Queen. Both can be read separately and in any order.

“…You are hiding something from me.”

As if the sea had sensed its rulers melancholy, it shifted and it hummed amongst the rocks of the royal chambers. It crashed into you like the waves of a full moon’s midnight, pelting your eyes with the sting of tears. You know not of the reason for your own sadness, but you knew somewhere in your soul that it was connected to your husband’s own sorrow.

He reaches up to caress your cheek, and like a subservient dog to its master, you lean in right away to the warmth of his loving hands. He traced your features, every curve, every freckle, every bump, and every line down to the very last detail. He was memorizing every inch of you. He was burning it to memory.

“It is not a tale that is to be taken lightly. It is a burden I alone must bear." 

You leaned down further until no space was left between your bodies. His breath hitched when you caressed his own cheeks, fingernails running through the planes of his chiseled face. He was a God in every way, and you worshiped every part of his divine countenance. 

"I am your wife. I am your queen. What you know, no matter how vicious of a tale, I must shoulder. It is also a burden I must bear with you.”

“My queen—” you silenced him with your lips. He would have returned the gesture with fervor, but you pulled away just as quick.

“K'uk'ulkan, akong hinigugma, akoang hari,” my love. My king. His body shook in response to your mother tongue. He wondered if it was your powers at play. He, the embodiment of the sea, so easily bent to the will of your prowess. It was hardly fair, he would muse. But he will do as his queen demands, “tell me. Tell me what plagues your heart.”

He hesitated for a moment. Flashes of decades worth of memories invaded his sight. You sensed his plight—you always do—so you tore your eyes away from his own earthen gaze and rested your cheek against his chest where his heart thumped in speed. You tapped your fingers to the rhythm of his pulse, your breath matching his to give him a sense of comfort. That you were there to listen. 

And with a heavy sigh, he started;

“I’ve decided to make you queen the first time I saw you—during that fateful day you had fought off Spanish colonizers to reclaim your motherland.”

“But I have not lived that long.” The drumming of your fingers stopped. You felt his heart race faster. You did not look up, instead, you waited for him to continue. 

“Not the you of the present,” he tangled his own hands to your hair, his fingers playing with the strands mindlessly. There was an edge to his voice now, but as soon as you found purchase to his free hand, he breathed in a centering inhale before he continued.

“…but the you of the past.”

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[lilithaban]

photograph

pairings: jeong jaehyun (archi student) x female reader (advertising arts major)

— filo setting

🖋️: smut

warnings: 🔞, mature content, profanities !

— dni minors!

posted: january 29, 2023

happy reading!

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Hilong-hilo, at pagod na pagod kang naglalakad sa buong campus dahil ni wala kang makitang estudyante na papasok sa standards mo since kailangan mo ng model for your major subject na associated with photography.

Marami namang pogi rito pero hindi mo pa rin mahanap yung tao na magfifit sa model mo. Naka heels ka pa naman kaya ramdam mo na ang pangangalay ng paa mo.

Ang theme mo kasi sa photo shoot is sensual na may touch ng wong kar wai effect dahil nagustuhan mo yung movie na to. Dahil kanina ka pa palakad-lakad sa campus niyo ay naupo ka muna sa bench sa tabi ng soccer field.

“Tangina wala pa rin akong mahanap eh sa makalawa na yun ipapasa” naiinis mong sambit

Kaya habang nagpapahinga ka ay may nahagip ang mata mong naglalakad patungo sa kinaroroonan mo.

mukhang may model na ako para sa photo project ko sabi mo sa isipan mo.

mukhang may model na ako para sa photo project ko sabi mo sa isipan mo.

By the way he walk he looks like a model. His build is alright swak para sa taste mo when it comes to modeling and photo shoot, he's definitely a six footer, his hairstyle is similar to those model on some magazine photoshoots, comma hairstyle. Maputi rin siya at matangos ang ilong.

Kaya naman nagkunwari kang tumitingin sa mga magazines mo nang umupo siya sa tabi mo. Tahimik ka lang at nagkukunwaring sinusuri ang magazine at siya naman ay nilabas ang kanyang binder.

Ooh archi pala to si pogi.

Lumipas na lang ang ilang minuto ay pareho pa rin kayong tahimik at hindi binibigyan pansin ang bawat isa. Kaya medyo napalingon ka ng narinig mo siyang tumawa.

“Fuck you, Johnny. I’ll go home after this” rinig mong sabi nito

Fucking hell

may dimple rin siya….

Nang nawala na ang kaibigan nito ay nanahimik ulit ang paligid. Tanging pagsayaw lang ng mga puno ang maririnig mo.

Lumingon ka sa katabi mo at hininhintay ang tamang tyempo para tanungin siya kung papayag ito sa photoshoot. Kaya nung nakatayo siya at handa nang umalis ay nagsalita ka.

“Ahm hi! sorry if bigla akong nagsalita but can I have you to my photoshoot as my model? I’m an advertising arts major sa kabilang building,” nahihiya mong sinabi

“Hello? a model? for what,”

“For my photoshoot project, it’s a sensual with a touch of wong kar wai”

“Hmm”

Bigla ka namang kinabahan kasi baka hindi siya pumayag since medyo sensual ang theme ng photoshoot mo.

Oh my god sana pumayag siya para matapos na ako sa project na to.

“So are you in?” kinakabahan mong tanong

“Hmm in one condition” he replied

“Ok, anong kondisyon mo?”

“I’ll just tell you after the shoot.”

You only nodded and start to pack your things.

“Ngayon na ba?” rinig mong tanong nito

“Yup, kasi 4 pm naman na and mas ok magshoot if madilim na. Also aayusin ko rin yung place ko for photoshoot.”

Nagsimula na siyang maglakad kaya naman hinabol ko siya para pigilan. “Hindi dyan, doon tayo sa kabila since naka dorm ako malapit lang dito sa univ”

“Let’s use my car, I bet nagta-tric ka lang”

Napataas ka naman ng kilay sa sinabi niyo. Ok mister parang nakakasama ang pagsakay sa tricycle niyan dahil sa tono niya.

Kaya naman sumunod ka na lang sakanya. Medyo natulala ka nang makita mo na ang sasakyan nito.

He’s driving a black porsche.

Tamang-tama para sakanya gwapo na may porsche.

“My car’s looks so handsome right?” rinig mong asar nito kaya naman tinaasan mo lang ito ng kilay at pumasok nasa shotgun seat.

In fairness mabango at malinis ang sasakyan niya. Mas nakakadagdag gwapo. At parang may kung anong sumapi sa puke ko ng magsimula siya magdrive.

Magdrive in one hand.

Putangina

Ramdam mo na ang pamamamqsa ng ari mo dahil sa nakikita mo at idagdag mo pa ang pagtugtog sa radyo ng bone thugs n harmony, thuggish ruggish bone.

Pinagpapawisan ka na kahit naka on naman ang ac ng sasakyan nito. Para kang nanlalambot dahil sa gwapo nitong mukha habang nagmamaneho.

Shet talaga ang gwapo naman nitong model ko.

Nakarating na lang kayo sa dorm mo na pawis na pawis ka at natataranta.

“Your unit look so nice,” rinig mong sinabi nito habang iniikot ang paningin sa unit mo.

“A—ahh thanks, ako lang naman nakatira dito since from province pa talaga ako nakatira” sagot mo naman

“Dyan ka lang muna magbibihis lang ako then bibigyan kita ng damit na pwede mong suotin. Doon tayo sa room ko magsho-shoot” sagot mo sabay takbo sa kwarto mo.

Agad mong sinarado ang pinto ng kwarto nang makapasok ka na rito. Napasandal ka na lang sa pinto dahil sa kaba at init ng nararamdaman mo.

“Oh my god y/n totoo ba tong nararamdaman mo? what the hell hindi mo kilala yan at mas lalong hindi ka papatulan niyan”

Sinampal mo ang sarili mo at dumiretso sa banyo para maghilamos at baka sakaling mawala ang init mong nararamdaman.

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“Oh ito yung susuotin mo, iwan mong nakabukas lahat ng butones, then lumapit ka rito para aayusan kita,” ma-awtoridad mong sinabi atsaka kumilos na parang walang init na nararamdaman.

Tinitigan mo ang modelo mo nang hindi pa nito kinukuha sa kamay mo ang mga damit na gagamitin. Mariin lang siyang nakatitig sayo kaya medyo kinabahan ko. At mas lalo pang kinabahan na makita mong dumiin ang paghawak nito sakanyang hoodie.

“You can change here sa may banyo ng kwarto ko then aayusin ko na muna to saglit bago ka ayusan” sabi mo sabay inabot sakanya ang damit na hawak mo

Nang pumasok ito sa banyo ay agad kang nakahinga ng maluwag at dali-daling inayos ang sarili bago ang kama dahil nga rito kayo magsho-shoot.

Kaya naman nang naghihintay ka sa gilid ng kama ay napatulala ka na lang dahil sa biglang paglabas ng modelo mo.

Holy fuck….

“Do I look hot?” rinig mong pangangasar nito at naupo sa harap ng vanity mirror. “Stop staring at me like that. You don’t wanna make you my dinner for tonight, right?”

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You don’t wanna make you my dinner for tonight, right?

And you’re here on your bed giving him blowjob. Hindi mo na maisip kung paano kayo nahantong sa ganito pero heto ka sinusubo ang malaking tite nito. Halos mabilaukan ka na sa laki.

“Fuck yes right there baby”

“You’re sucking me so good fuck. I can’t wait to reciprocate this feeling baby” hirap na hirap nitong sinabi habang naka sabunot ito sa buhok para iguide ka sa pagsubo sa ari nito.

Alam mo na malapit na siyang labasan dahil nanginginig na ang hita nito at ang sunod-sunod na ungol nito.

“Hmm”

“Lalabasan na ako”

“Putangina”

Napamura na lang ito nang nilunok mo ang tamod na nilabas ng kanyang tite. Inangat mo ang ulo mo at ngumiti sakanya.

Nagdilim ang paningin nito at hinila ka paupo sa kandungan niya. Mabilis kang hinalikan nito at nagulat ka na lang ng punitin nito ang underwear mong regalo pa sayo ng kaibigan mo.

Ramdam mo ang marahan na paghimas nito sa puke mong naglalawa at pinasok na lang bigla ang dalawang daliri sa loob mo.

“Fuck tangina” halos mapunit na ang labi mo nang unti-unti nito nilabas pasok ang dalawang daliri sa loob mo. Halos mabaliw ka na sa sarap na ginagawa niya lalo na ng magdagdag ito ng isa pang daliri at supsupin ang errected mong utong.

“Yes a-aah oh my ang sarap tangina”

“lalabasan na ako” nahihirapan mong sinabi habang mga mata mo’y nagdedeliryo.

“Not yet, let me fuck your cunt with my tounge”

Hindi ka na nito hinintay na magsalita at mabilis kang inihiga nito at walang-awang pinapak ang puke mo. Hindi mo na alam kung saan mo ibabaling ang ulo mo sa sobrang sarap ng ginagawa nito sayo.

“Ahh shit”

“Fuck fuck”

“Stop with foreplay baby, please insert that thing to me” halos mag makaawa ka na sakanya na kantutin ka. Rinig mo ang tawa niya pero hindi siya nagsalita bagkus pinagpatuloy niya lang ang pag kantot sa puke mo gamit ang dila nito at hanggang sa labasan ka na lang ulit sa pangatlong pagkakataon ay nakasupsop pa rin ito sa tinggil mo.

Halos hindi ka na maka pagsalita dahil sa pagod at tatlong beses ka ng nilabasan ni hindi ka pa nga binabarurot ng lalaking nasa harap mo.

“And for my main course,” sambit nito at bigla na lamang pinasok ang tite nito sa loob mo.

“Tangina ka bakit mo naman bini—” hindi mo na natapos ang sasabihin mo dahil habang kinakantot ka nito ay sinusop niya ang kaliwang utong mo.

“Yes yes! please fuck me right there” pagmamakaawa mo at inabot mo ang mukha niya para halikan

Halos mabaliw ka na sa sobrang sarap ng pagkantot niya sayo. Kaya naman hindi mo mapigilang ipitin ang tite nito habang naglalabas pasok sa puke mo.

“Ang sarap putangina ang sikip sikip mo” gigil nitong sabi at mas lalong bumilis ang pagkanto nito sayo

“Parang sinasakal yung tite ko. Putangina ka ang sarap mo”

Hindi ka na makasagot sa sinabi niya dahil wala ka ng lakas.

“Shit i’m coming”

“Are you on pills?”

“Yes, please iputok mo sa loob ko. Putukan mo ako”

“Aa—ahhhhhh”

Naramdaman mo na lang na pareho kayong nilabasan at parang lintang gulay ka na nakayakap sakanya. Parehas kayong hingal na hingal at parang lalagutan ng hininga dahil sa matinding pagkakantutan niyo.

“I—I forgot, my name’s y/n, and you are” kahit na pagod ka nagawa mo pa rin siyang tanungin dahil nagkantutan, nagkainan ng puke at tite and still hindi niyo pa rin alam pangalan ng isa’t isa.

“Jaehyun, Jeong Jaehyun”

"So, are we going to continue to fuck each other or will you photograph us in this bed with our bodies naked?"

[stuckybarton]

Heads Under Water Extras I

Summary: After everything that had happened in Wakanda, and the man who stole your heart, you had decided not to return to New York in fear for your life as well as that of your unborn children. Instead living your life away by the beach with your twins and one stormy night you were visited by the man who had vowed to look for you and take you back home. One way or another. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. OC Children (Alon and Amor) Word Count: 6,622 (i needed a good angst and happy ending in my life.) Chapter Warnings: Angst. Mention of Kidnapping. Mention of Abandonment. Happy Ending (cuz Aquapapi desurvs the world). New beginnings. Second Chances.

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Water Under the Bridge

“Mama!” The sobs that escaped your son and daughter broke your heart as you held them close to you, their arms holding onto you for dear life.

In the years you had stayed back in your hometown, the various storms had come and go, but since your twins were born it was the first time they get to experience hand the violence of what a thunderstorm could be. The first that even had you worried about your wellbeing as you were staying in the little home you shared for the next twenty four hours.

The rising tides weren’t something you worried about as much, but the winds could become strong than the news would lead on at times. It was one of the many reasons why you still depended on Tony’s technology instead of the news’ weather forecast. You had several of your cousins sending you text to check on you three but you tried your best to assure each and every single one of them that you would be fine for the next few hours while the storm passes.

Everything you’ve endured in Wakanda was by far worse compared to this moment, this moment of chaos before peace and serenity. The life you had escaped from back in Wakanda—from Talokan.

“Did you know that light travels faster than sound?” You found yourself telling your twins, hoping it was good enough of a distraction from the thunder from outside.

“No it doesn’t!” It was your son, Alon that made the protest, eyes still watering from the unshed tears. He was at the stage in his childhood that he wants to always be right about something. But looking at him, you were greeted with glimpses of the man you loved—but had to escape from.

Alon was a spitting image of his father. Same brown eyes, sun-kissed tan skin, and the pointy ears. It scared you at times to look at him how more and more he was becoming the younger version of his father before your very eyes.

“Yes it does!” It was your daughter, Amor that contradicted her twin.

Your son might have your lover’s features, but Amor has her father’s personality through and through. From the way she talks to her Uncles and Aunts, to how she ensures that playtime with the younger member of the family would be fair for each and every single one involved. At a young age, it genuinely scared you the level of maturity she had without you even realizing.

“Then watch the skies, My Loves.”

As if on cue, the flash of light momentarily illuminated through the windows as the twins snuggled closer to you in the couch. You gently counted down to three before the thundering sound followed after. A smile on your face at the giggle and amazement from your twins, more so your daughter that was proven right.

“Will the thunder get to us?” You son asked, head looking up at you in wonder, ignoring his earlier statement as his curiosity was more of a priority.

“No it won’t.” You tried your best to reassure them both. “If the sound and the light go off at the same time, then yes, it might. But right now, there is a space between them both. So we’re safe here.” You kissed him on the forehead.

Proving your point even further, the flash of light appeared and with bated breath all three of you counted a few seconds before the sound echoed the weeping skies. The mix of cheers and wows from your children made the smile on your face bigger. It reminded you so much of your short stint in Wakanda, helping with teaching the young children about the beauty of science. Nothing truly beats being able to teach the young aspiring minds and helping them further with whatever path they may pave for themselves.

Peering towards the clock above the door it was past their bedtime. Without much of a hitch, you had lifted them both into your arms—a feat that you never truly realize was a problem until you realize the true source of your strength.

“I think it’s time for bed.” You announced, carrying them to their bedroom, ignoring the howls of the winds that continued to echo the living room and the protest that came from your children that continue to insist that they weren’t sleepy.

The unison of protest was left in deaf ear as you had continued to carry the twins up into your arms and bringing them both to their shared bedroom, away from the noise of the storm and away from the fear and curiosity that might peak their interest.  Placing them in their beds one at a time, you kissed their foreheads, singing a lullaby to drown out their continuous protest of still not sleepy yet even when it was already past their bedtime.

“Can you tell us more about Papa?” It was Amor that now grow curious.

Even after all that you had endured in Wakanda, with your former lover, and of the truth of your heritage, you had been open to them about their father, at least the existence of him. You had told them stories of his people, of the hardship that his people and he has been placed in. You had taught them in the best of your abilities the foundation of what the Talokan people had fought for, hoping they would also have the same principle when they grow up.

"His enemies called him Namor, for he was called El niño sin amor by them."

“What does that mean?”

“The boy without love.” You answered, memories of him telling you about the origin of the name, of the last impact it had on him and of the fight he continued to have for the sake of his people.

“But you love him right, Mama?”

Such question still had this impact on you and your sanity. You did love him, more than you would have ever believed yourself to be capable of giving. You loved him and when you realized the effect of your heritage had on him and his people, you chose to leave before he does anything that either of you would regret.

“I do.” You confirmed. “His people did, everyone that finally had come to understood all that hardship he had to endure to be where he was. His sacrifice means more to his people than he thinks it does.” You continued.

It took you awhile of pushing and pulling away from him to realize where he was coming from. The life and the reign he had on his people, the war he was willing to wage for the sake of his people. It made him no less of a man for you, it made you love him more and more each day because of it. It breaks your heart even as years has passed since you've last stepped foot in Wakanda or in New York for the matter, to not be with him, to not be by his side, and for him not to see the children you have both created together grow to be the very child you both so wished to be growing up.

“Will we ever see him, Mama?” It was now Alon that inquired, the octopus covered blanket covering him up to his neck now.

"I don't know." You spoke honestly, you did not have the power to know if he would be welcoming of you and of your children should he find out about them. The best thing that you could do now is to protect them from him and the underlying but still understandable hatred for the surface dwellers. You, as much as the truth came about, were still part of said surface dwellers. "But what is important to me right now is you and your sister are both safe and sound. You both are loved by your many family that are here. They might not be like your Papa, but we are trying our best to give you both the life you deserve."

"Okay, Mama." They both said in unison, eyes slowly growing heavy and it was all the sign you needed to let them sleep.

“Get some sleep, if the storm ends in the morning we can walk around the beach.” You promised to which they cheered more tired at this point. “I love you, My Babies.” You whispered, kissing them both in their foreheads, opening the nightlight, and closing the door behind you.

In the stillness of the little home you had created for yourself, you had allowed yourself a moment to sob. The raging storm that continued had masked the pain you had bubbled up every single time your children ask about their father. The tears of what could have been between you and the man, of the life he had promised you and of the life you were more than willing to give him. It was all ruined because of one simple truth about your life and about your heritage that you knew nothing about.

In the howls of the winds, something else had caught your ears. A hum, soothing the momentary pain in your chest the more to listened. The sobs halted as you held comfort in the rare calmness in your mind and in your soul. As if having an out of body experience, you watched your feet move in their own accords. The memories of your visit in Talokan with the man who had vowed to make you his Queen filled your head, lingering in the furthest parts of your memory—a memory you had tried so hard to suppress.

As your hand slowly turned the knob of the front door, you felt the sudden race of your heartbeat as you were welcomed with a gust of the thunderous winds. The rains splattering your skin as you could barely see anything in the beach, the rain making it close to impossible. But in the heaviness of the rain, it was the thunder that had showcased the danger behind the rain. The light had momentarily showed three individuals standing under the pouring rain.

All the color had drained from your face at the recognition of who they were. The siren no longer controlling you but the sight had led you to remain where you stood.

“Namor.” You spoke, firmly as you could in the moment of terror. How did he find you? How did he realize that you were hear when you did your best to hide from him.

You had always believed nothing could be darker than the clear night skies, but you were left to be wrong as you looked into his eyes. How the darkness of his eyes the moment you had refused to call him by his name and of the other names you had once fondly called him during your time together. Ku'uk'ulkan. In Ajawo. In Amado.

"It's time to come home, In Reina."

You felt your heart drop at his intentions then and there. You shook your head, refusing to believe that it would come to this. No, not like this. Not when you children were too young. You took a measured step back, hoping to plan something on the fly, hoping to give yourself enough space away from the man. But you plan was foiled as Namora swiftly had her spear pointed at your neck, challenging you with her eyes to take another step. Standing still, you felt your hands shaking and knowing there was no other way around this. He has found you and he will not leave without you—and your children.

"Talokan ma' K'abéet jump'éel reina fugitiva."

You winced at the venom of Namora's words, the pain that you had caused her was far too evident. In your time in Wakanda and Talokan, you had become closer to her, a friendship that you wouldn’t believe would bloom between you and her. But you had left and never turned back. She was hurt beyond repair by your decision not to comeback, more so without any explanation to her or to her cousin about the matter. You deserved it, but it was merely life and death for you that you chose to be selfish in the moment and it had saved your life.

"Namora." Your lover's words held finality and Namora had no other choice but to pull her spear away from you. The frown still marring her features.

K'uk'ulkan whose eyes were still on you held you in an emptiness you were uncertain if he always has or if you were the root cause of it. Years had passed, you had seen the changes of the world around you but looking at him, looking at the lack of change in his features woke you of the reality of who you had fallen so madly in love with.

"I'm not going with you. There is a reason why I left Wakanda, why I didn't return to New York just like what I have once told you." You spoke, you tried you best to not look into his eyes, but you failed immeasurably so.  "I have a life here, far from the threats and tribulation you continue to make toward me and the people that I love and you continue to call as savages."

"What life?" He inquired, insulting humor lacing his tone. "A life where your family stop by each and every single day trying their best to check up on you. A life where all you do is stare into the waters that you once had feared like the plague? The waters I had once helped you to overcome?"

“A life without you!”

Your words held finality and the thunders grew louder from the background. You could not risk your life, nor the life of your children. You had seen the bloodshed that came with his people and the wars they were more than willing to start for the sake of their Kingdom. You had known of what he had once done to Wakanda for the sake of his war with the surface dwellers, it wasn’t beneath him to choose his people over you and over your children if it were to come to it.

"Four years, Mi Reina. I had given you four years to come back to me. But I am done waiting and you will come back to me one way or another."

The finality of his words made you want to run away, question him for what he planned on doing to you but it was Attuma that was quick to stop you as he lifted you up into his shoulders. You couldn’t hold it as you screamed and thrashed against the man’s shoulders, trying anything and everything to get away from his hold. The blood curdling screams even in the chaos of the thunderstorm was loud enough to wake your children. The sound of the bedroom door opening had you halting and watched the sheer horror of the scene that fell upon them. You in the shoulders of a being that wasn’t truly human.

"Mama?" It was Alon that looked the most fearful between the two as your daughter Amor screamed at Attuma to let you go, going as far as charging at him and hitting him the best as she could.

"Stay in your room!" You screamed but as you turned towards K'uk'ulkan, you could see the thunder in his eyes as realization of your reason for running has now becoming clearer than ever before.

“They have my eyes.” He spoke so quietly staring between your crying son and your fighting daughter that Attuma tried his best to avoid hurting. “You took my children away from me, Y/N!” He roared, it practically shook the ground and had even Amor in tears because of it.

"Please don't take them, In Amado. Spare them, they're just kids." You sobbed now. Your resolve to remain fearless crumbling at the danger that it might have towards your children.

"Take the children." K'uk'ulkan had ordered Attuma and Namora.

You were let go, throwing into the much harsher hands of your lover as you watched your children try their best to escape both Namora and Attuma. Pulling something out of their pouches, you had watched a far too familiar plant in their possession.

"They can breathe underwater!" You screamed, halting both Talokans from doing what they intended on doing to your children. "They got it from me." You whispered at the shame of your heritage was always and will forever be ingrained in your children just as much as it did to you.

"You have taken four years away from me, taken away my children from me, and you have lied to me over and over again and made me out to be a fool." He held onto your jaws, moving you until you were looking at him. The proximity even in the situation still brought a shiver down your spine. The pain of his grip brought tears to fall further from your eyes. "Tell me why I should not kill you for what you did to me?"

“My children will not live without their mother.” You struck a far too familiar nerve in him, but it was for your children’s sake.

“And now…they will not live without their father.”

It was in the middle of the night, as the storm grows louder that all five of you descended back down to the waters. How even in your tears, you had reassured your children as they tried their best to get away from Namora and Attuma’s grasp that everything was alright.

But never once did it escape your lips that this man, the very man that now held onto your arm tightly was the same man you told stories about. The father that they had always hoped to have in their life.

~

“Where are we, Mama?”

In the silence of what was now their chambers in Talokan, it was was Alon and his curiosity that broke the silence since your arrival. You could only look helplessly at the trauma your choice has done to your children. Both shaken still for being taken in the middle of the night to an unknown world that was far from what they have always known their whole life. Thrown into a room with guards posted to keep watch over you in the off chance you would escape—something you couldn’t do without compromising your children’s safety in the process.

This was not the life you would have hoped for your children, not the way you would have hoped they would meet their father. Never in a millions year would you have hoped it would be under this circumstance.

“Talokan, your father’s home.” You spoke honestly. In a perfect world, you would have love for them to see the beauty of the nation had, untouched by the people of the surface world.

“And your new home.” You winced as the familiar prickle that covered the back of your neck because of his voice. No matter the circumstance, he always had this power over you, the shiver that always runs down your spine from just his voice.

You felt his presence long before you felt his touch. The way his hand had slowly moved from your hand towards the column of your neck before finally settling onto your cheeks. It was as if still enchanted, you found yourself turning to look at him face to face, the gentle warmth that was far from the man that had dragged you and your twins away in the middle of the night.

“Don’t touch Mama!” Amor screamed, rushing in between the both of you, pushing the man as far away from you as possible. You had to pull your daughter into your arms as the guards had immediately pointed their weapons towards your daughter.

“Stand down.” K'uk'ulkan ordered the guards as your hold on your daughter slowly loosen at the reassurance as they finally did as they were told. “No one will raise their weapon at my children and the Queen.” He ordered to which the guards had accepted without an ounce of hesitation.

The guards were eventually ordered to give you the privacy that you genuinely craved in the moment but could never have. Taking a large step away from the man, you found yourself sitting on the bed, pulling even your son into your arms in fear of what else could have to the three of you if you do not play along with whatever the man wants. No matter how much you try to convince yourself that you should be brave for the sake of your children, fear was lingering through your very bone, of what the man could be capable of doing to your children just to get to you.

He walked towards you, slowly and measured in his steps. You had felt your children hold onto your even tighter still. It was like a predator stalking their prey with the man, his eyes boring holes through you but as they fell towards the kids, there was sadness. From the darkness that loomed it had transformed into a soft tender look that you had only witnessed from him in the rare interactions he would have with the children in Talokan and even in Wakanda that have grown to love him (though he refuse to admit as such).

“Do you know who I am?” He inquired, voice soft and gentle now, the softness that felt far too intimate for anyone else but you.

You had watched the twins shake their heads, their hold on you still firm as they refused to trust a man that brought them to an unfamiliar location. A location they were now to treat like their own home from now on.

“I go by many names, but my people know me as K'uk'ulkan.” He began smiling almost amused as you both watched your children test the name out in their own tongues. “But I am Yuum to you both from now on.” He continued.

"What does that mean?" Alon had asked, curiosity peaking at something he does not know.

"Father." He translated.

“You are not our father!” Amor spat, pulling away from your hold to stand in front of the man. The softness slowly disappearing from his features as despair was there to replace it—of the action of your own doing it seems. “Papa would have never hurt Mama like you did! Mama said Papa is a kind man! He is loved by everyone for his kindness, you are not kind!”

You had refused to meet his gaze now. You had ingrained his kindness and love into their minds only for him to ruin in a single moment and for once you are not to blame for his actions. It could have been any other way, but he chose to use violence and show the cruelty he was capable of unleashing if it doesn’t go his way.

“Amor, please. He is your Papa. There is just a misunderstanding.” You hoped that placating your daughter for now would be enough, it was in moments like this that you remember how much she was just like his father, every mannerism he would have—down to his temper especially in moments like this.

“Amor?” K'uk'ulkan’s voice held amusement at the momentary respite of you finally calling your daughter by her name.

“It was only fitting to name her for what we both had once.” You explained, eyes looking towards your daughter as her dangerously daggered glare was still fixated on her own father. The love you had hoped he would come to believe he was capable of having for himself and for the people around him to have for him when all was said and done, but it was no longer here or there for you to tell him as such.

“And nothing had changed, no matter what had transpired. I was more than willing to take you back whatever the circumstance.” He spoke, hand holding onto Amor’s own, but she was quick to snatch her hand away and make her way back towards you. “I had waited for you, hoped that you would come back like you had always promised you would.”

“And you best course of action when I didn’t come back was to force me here, to force my children here? All because I broke my promise?”

“Our children!” He spat voice raising. “The heirs to my throne, the hope of Talokan for a better future.”

"But your plan against my people, both from the land and of Atlantis is not a better future." You spat. "You plan to kill the family I have back home, my cousins, my uncle and aunts that had been there for me when I had no one else to help me. You would kill the sister and brother that I never thought I would have in Atlantis just because."

“For Talokan, I would do that and more.” The echo of his voice was the final straw as the sob escape from Alon’s lips. No matter what it was, he would always have this gentle heart and any argument, may it be between children or between adults, he fears arguments and raised voice like a plague— K'uk'ulkan did not make it any better at this point.

It was the weighted silence with only your son’s sobs that got you to finally look him straight in the eye, the regret that came in his eyes as he watched his son sob against your chest. This was not how it should have been—he knows it but it was far too late to take back his words.

"Now you have your answer for why I left." You spoke.

"And you and my children will stay here until you think otherwise."

~

It had been weeks now since your return to Talokan and the arrival of your twins to their new home. Slowly but surely you had watched your children integrate into the life of the people of Talokan. It had been hard language wise, but the teachers that knew English had been helpful in making sure they could communicate better with the people they interact with.

The twins have also slowly but surely soften in their hesitation of being in a place far from what they once known. They had garnered a lot of new friends in the nation, and the most daunting change had been towards their former captors, Namora and Attuma who they now affectionately call as Tita and Tito respectively, you could genuinely say the same could be said about the right hands of your lover, the softness and genuine fondness they now share for the twins and the overprotectiveness only an Uncle and Aunt would show. It was a relief to know there were someone like the two of them to be there for the twins when you could not.

The same could not be said towards their father, K'uk'ulkan. Any chance that the man had free time on his hand he would visit the twins, but they tried their best to avoid him, hiding behind you, or Attuma and Namora if the opportunity was given. But in the rare chance that they had no one to hide behind, they had been respectful out of your own request to them, but nothing more. No affections of any kind, and you know it breaks K'uk'ulkan every single time.

It took time for him to trust you on your own again, but in the weeks of your stay in Talokan he had finally granted your request to return to the surface. You had wanted to assure your family about you and your children’s whereabouts and to hopefully say goodbye as you come to accept your place in Talokan from now on. You’ve tried your best to keep them in the dark about your exact location—in fear of the nation being discovered and ruined by the surface dwellers but reassured them time and time again that you and your children were in good hand now with K'uk'ulkan. It took a lot of reform out of you to listen to them scold you for disappearing for weeks without any word but you understood that it was their worry for you above anything else. The fear of you following in your mother’s steps scared them more than anything.

By the waters you had known K'uk'ulkan was present, watching and listening. You had reassured every single member of your family that remained that you and your children were well taken care off by the man. Reassured them that this time everything will be alright. Your love for both the man and your children would be enough to make you stay with him just as much as his for all of you would make you want to stay now. It was enough to reassure them even as much as it didn't for you.

You had returned, keeping your promise. But the fear of what K'uk'ulkan would do to your children still in the back of your head as you descended back to the water in the middle of the night when no one was watching.

Since your return back to Talokan, you had been moved to the far too familiar bedroom, sharing it with the King and the implication it might have for everyone to see and often jest about. Sharing the same bed, the very same one long before you had left. Everything remained the same. The same murals etched the walls, the only difference was the images of you and of your children joining him in the stories painted in the walls. The love that K'uk'ulkan would rarely profess was out in the open for you to see.

It gave you the push to slowly try. Talking to him, even if it was with concerns to Talokan and if there were infrastructures that needed help in building, you tried your best to be useful and now more open to the man. You tried with your children as well, talking to them about the first time they had seen their father all those weeks ago was not how he truly was, you had tried your best to make them understand the situation and thankfully it was slowly working.

Slowly watching them no longer hiding behind Namora or Attuma at the instance of his arrival to them finally calling him Papa for the man to see and try his best to hide the emotions building up for the change.

“Yuum” You repeated to your twins as they had asked you to translate Papa for them. A smile on your face as you three had spent the day by the endless halls of his kingdom, exploring as much as you were trying to remember the memories you had with the man during your initial stay in the past.

"Yum!" The twins said in unison almost earning a giggle out of you. It takes them time to speak your lover's language but they were trying. Already knowing how to make basic conversations with the kids of Talokan.

"Yuum." You repeated again.

"Yuum!" The repeated again with giggle in their voices.

"Very good." You praised them both, kissing them on the top of their heads and halting in your steps as the man himself comes as if being called by your children's glee.

"In reina." He acknowledged eyes falling towards your children. "In orgullo yéetel ki'imak óolil."

His words made your heart flutter, the way he looks at your children it was as if you were looking at yourself. In the weeks even as he kept his distance, he always looked at them, with a love only a father could truly give to their children. But even with the distance and time, he treated them as such still. It was the same look you have seen in your stepfather even after knowing you were not his blood, he loved you still. Like a ten ton truck, you were struck with the reality of your guilt, of taking this opportunity away from him, pulling him away from the chance to this life, of the life of your twins in his own.

"Yuum..." You smiled kissing your kids on top of their heads again as they tested the words again in front of the man himself and the smile on his lips only made it all the more bittersweet.

It was the first time for them to call him as such.

"Tita Namora must be sparring around this time, do you want me to bring you to her while I talk to Papa?" You inquired to which had the twins agreeing, they had somehow grown a fond interest in watching Namora practicing and it was something she herself loved to show off (though she would never admit as much in front of you).

“I’ll take them.” K’uk’ulkan had volunteered to which brought hesitation on your children’s faces.

“Let Yuum take you to your tita, and I’m sure he will let you two watch the sharks swim by on your way.” You smiled winking towards K’uk’ulkan hoping he knows what to do. It was the first of many steps needed to be taken for everyone’s sake.

At the excitement in their voices, you had watched your twins now practically hold onto your lover already talking about the kinds of shark they hope to see on their way.

“We will talk in our chambers, In Reina.” He instructed to which you could only nod and watch a now overwhelmed K’uk’ulkan guide the twins to their destination.

"Be good to Papa and Tita for me, okay?" You called out to which had the twins nod before swimming alongside their father to where Namora was.

In the moment away from your children and away from the man, you had an opportunity to think. To think of the fours years that you had been away from K'uk'ulkan, of all the pain and suffering you had placed upon yourself because of the fear of your heritage, of the self-imposed hell you not only have placed upon yourself but towards your children that seemed so meaningless now as you've witness the longing the man had for your children, the love and veneration that the people had for them even after knowing of your bloodline. It all seemed so meaningless and uncalled for the more time you've spent back in Talokan with everyone.

It didn't take you long to return to your chambers you share with the man. In the weeks since you've returned, never once did he touch you. Not for the lack of trying in his part, but out of respect for you and that was what you had appreciated so much out of him. But days go by that you craved him, his warmth and the comfort that only his touch could give you. But he had made it clear from the start that it was only in your word, of your willingness to fully come back to him were you allowed to have his touch.

As time goes by, you were slowly destroying your own resolve.

"In Reina." The way he had called you his Queen long ago before you even knew of your heritage, of your love for the man, his certainty for your title, of what you were to him—it was so overwhelming when it comes to him.

You closed your eyes for a moment, savoring how even in your absence, you were still given such a privilege of the title. You savored how the waters moved and the man now stood in front of you as you opened your eyes and his hand resting on your shoulders, thumbs drawing small circles against your exposed collar bone.

“In Ajawo.” You acknowledged him finally having the strength to face him.

His eyes, smoldering browns stared right back at you and all you wanted to do was melt into a puddle before him. His effect on you still held strong just as much as the fear of what his power had over you.

"You wanted to talk, now you have me."

"Am I not interrupting you of any of your duties?"

"For you, nothing is too important that I couldn't postpone."

You had blushed at his confession, the humor of your memories of him being practically dragged by either Attuma or Namora away from you because of his duties all those years ago. It was never any different now in this very moment. The hidden power you still had over him.

"I wanted to know what will happen to my children now."

"Our children shall be taught of the way of Talokan, and when they get older they will perform the same duties as you and I in the council."

"Even if they are just like me? Bearing the blood of the lost people of Atlantis?" You questioned now, knowing of the last conversation you had with him in the past and what he had once planned on doing to them when the time comes.

"I had spoken with anger more than anything else." He admits, eyes refusing to meet your own for once. "I was angry at what your father had done to your mother, of the curse that it had fallen upon you because of it. But I've learned now, of talking with the people of your blood that they are not like your father but are much of a peaceful people like our own. I know it was because of my own words and of my own action that pushed you away. But I want to make up for it, for your sake as well as that of my children."

You shook your head at his words, it took some time but you understood where he had been coming from. His people came first before anything else. He was pushed into a corner that he was uncertain what the right choice could be.  He made a decision, it meant there would be consequences for it, just as much as you did with your own. It was now a matter of what either of you could do to make things right after all was said and done in the moment.

"And I had spoken with fear above all the emotions that I have felt at the time. My love for you wasn't as strong back then to make me stay."

"Is it now?"

"Yes." You spoke, the weight of the world lifted from your shoulders at your confession. "You helped me in facing my fears, you made me feel beautiful than what I truly am. But the most you have ever done for me that made me love you for all that had happened between us was our children, you gave me two angels that I would die to ensure that their lives are protected from any sorts of harm, you gave me a family I had never thought I would ever have in my life. You gave me all the love that I one day hope I could give back, even just a fraction."

"In Reina, all I want is for you to stay, for you and my children to finally stay that is what I could ever hope for. What I need from now on. I can forget about any disputes from other nations if it means making you three stay."

"Then we will stay." You spoke with finality before moving closer to the man and pulling him in for a kiss. "For as long as you would have me and my children, we will stay."

"Then you will all stay by my side, forever."

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translation:

In Ajawo = My King

In Amado = My Beloved

In Reina = My Queen

Talokan ma' K'abéet jump'éel reina fugitiva. = Talokan Does not need a runaway Queen.

Yuum = Father

Tito = Uncle

Tita = Aunt

In orgullo yéetel ki'imak óolil = My Pride and Joy