#left speechless multiple times

[fandomonium-crack]

Ooooho 🫨 what I would give to watch My Stand-In episode 4 for the first time over and over again. I need it to be next Friday immediately

[taintandviolent]

I saw in your tags you mentioned you have a bf who looks or acts like Evan 🫢

[screampied]

𝜗𝜚 SWEETEST (CREAM)PIE ?!

☆ sum. you let him finish inside for the first time and he's never been the same since. toji, nanami, choso, gojo, sukuna.

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, major breēding kinks, size kink, talks of pregnancy, praise, manhandling, mating press, pròne bone, doggy, pússy drunk men, dirty talk, implied multiple rounds, overstim, choking, squırting, praise, spanks, spıt, biting, bòob fondling, cum... balls... lots of cum

☆ CHOSO KAMO.

“p- please,” he swallows, beads of sweat racing down both sides of his forehead. you’ve never seen him so needy before. breathy minuscule gasps leave from his lips after each succulent thrust from your hips. “oh fuuuck,” he whines, your maddened bouncing against him already causing his pretty raven eyes to roll way back into the depths of his head. thin sable tresses of hair stick to his skin like glue as he’s openly glancing at your perfect cunt swallowing him whole every single time. your grip was purely enticing—he clenches down on his jaw as his scarred open palms cling to your rickety waist. “baby, wanna cum inside. wanna give you a-all of me.”

with a sleazy lopsided grin, you lean in to kiss the right side of his mouth. coral pink lips of his twitch at your sudden contact before he moans. “do it choso,” you sweetly coo, continuing to rut your jostling hips against his. your warmth—he couldn’t ever in his right mind fathom how good you felt from the inside. choso fell in love the second he eased his eager cock into your gummy walls. your words were as smooth as silk. “ ‘s okay, baby. you can cum inside.”

“okay,” he whimpers, and as your hips continue to buck, he buries his face into the cute exposed crook of your neck. “ ‘m not gonna miss, promise.”

choso bites down on his lip as he’s continuing to plummet his full balls into raw.

his breath continues to hitch and his head tosses itself back in sweet rapture.

“fuck, fuck, ‘s gonna be so much,” he whines, slick bodies grinding against each other in pure rhythmic sync. he’s just as hot as you—sweltering with perspiring sweat. your drooling chasm continues to grip around him and he’s hungry for more. with the way choso’s black lashes flutter and his hooded eyes droop, you could tell he was visibly pussy drunk. his brows furrow in pleasure as he feels your hands swiftly wrap around his neck. “y- yeah, choke me baby. please, fuck me.”

your bouncing against him accelerates quicker as he’s chasing his incoming orgasm—it’s coming quick and he can barely prepare himself. the pointed tips of his ears burn with parching heat as your plush keen thighs ricochet onto his own, continuously slap slap slapping against his skin. “that’s it, ‘cho,” you whisper, your body swerving back and forth to match his crazed tempo. he’s sitting up, taking in the flawless view of you riding him. so pretty, he’s practically speechless. nothing leaves out from his lips except for sweet melodic whimpers and looping cries of your name. “good boy, jus’ let go for me. make a mess, ‘s okay, baby.”

choso’s heart continues to race at your obscene words and he leans into your touch once your hand cups his right cheek. “y- your good boy?” he mewls, already feeling the slight twinge of tightness engulf around his cock. it feels so good, he’s always been poor with eye contact but at this current moment—his eyes never left yours. this new feeling, he couldn’t describe it. it left a saccharine taste in his mouth and he wanted more.

“my good boy,” you press a wet kiss near his temple, and he’s almost drooling at the spongy texture of your pussy squeezing and hugging around him. he’s getting off to your praises every time—it fuels him. choso’s hands never leave from your jerking waist and he’s trembling right underneath you. “hold my hips, yeah, that’s it,” you coo against the soft shell of his ear. choso whimpers, trying to follow your lewd instructions. he’s awkwardly holding you upright, making you bounce quicker down on his dick before he’s biting into your neck. “baby, ‘s okay, give it t’me.”

“fuck,” he gasps, compressing his pink glossed lips. he feels the pang of tightness that wraps around him and he doesn’t want the feeling to ever shy away. choso’s whining was so loud, it’s like a ringtone that you wanted to constantly hear on repeat. his hands remain on your waist, guiding your movements before he’s getting more vicious. just a tad bit—he’s hearing the sloshing squelches yelp out from your pussy and a large full breath gets caught in his throat the moment he cums. “baby, babyyy.”

there’s a subtle popping in his ears once he finally feels it. the searing hot friction that glues against both sloppy mounds has his silently babbling out more whispers of your name. your broke him—he was an entire sloppy mess and the cute pussy drunken grin that slowly spreads against his lips prove that. you moan right with him, running your tangled fingers through his black loose locks. it was so intense—and as he’s finally cumming, his voice cutely cracks.

“hngh,” he squeezes his eyes shut, now filling you up with such mucilaginous masses of cum. it’s so much, so thick that it’s overwhelming a bit—even for him, and he leans in to kiss you. it’s a wet filthy kiss, he’s not as passionate as he usually is and this time, he’s more sloppy. as his tongue moves in tavern with yours, he’s still shamelessly dumping loads and loads into you, gifting you with such hot amounts of seed. “i- i love you,” he whimpers between kisses, strands of saliva colliding against yours. his heart’s thumping right out of his chest in hurriedly beats as he’s holding you, using his left hand to give your right asscheek a soft needy squeeze. “s- so much.”

“i love you—too,” you moan between unkempt kisses as parching ropes spurt deep into your womb. your thighs were sticky, and he’s panting before tenderly nibbling against your bottom lip. choso was so in love. once your pointer finger runs a straight line down his bare chiseled chest and you give him that look, he’s damn near ready to propose. you had him weak, and he only wanted to fill you up more again, and again. .

choso grows quiet as you both come to a halting pause. his strong beefy arms wrap around your torso and he’s holding you close, devastatingly breaking away from the kiss with a pout. “y- you milked me,” he whines, leaning down toward your neck to seep his teeth into your skin softly. he can’t help but suck against your collarbone, gingerly swirling his warm tongue near your flesh. so sweet, you’ve got him hooked and it’s only been a few minutes. “i wanna—i wanna do it again, baby.”

“of course you do,” you sweetly tease, feeling as full as you’ve ever been. choso came so much that it’s spewing all down your thighs. you’re weakly grinding against him before you cup his face one more time—planting a chaste kiss on his lips once more. “y’know, you could get me pregnant, choso.”

his eyes light up at your words, and a whine leaves his lips once he grabs your ass again. “pregnant,” he repeats in a low voice, his adam’s apple bobbing. “i- i wanna try gettin’ you pregnant now, baby,” and his eyes meet yours. the most feral look he’s ever gave you by far. you gulp, and choso leans into your ear, a hand reaching down toward your cunt to squeeze it. “teach me more. i- i wanna make you a pretty mommy, please.”

☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO.

“hah, don’t say nasty shit like that ‘n not expect ‘ta get pregnant afterwards, doll,” a gruff voice murmurs from behind you, and suddenly you find yourself flipped over on your back. landing with a soft oof, a big palm swats against your ass and his swollen cockhead slaps down against your sopping leaky slit. toji groans, narrowing his eyes at your wet cunt, flicking a tongue across the notorious scar that always lives down the right side of his lip. the bed strenuously shudders inward from the abrupt weight and he’s slowly easing himself inside. “god, thought about fillin’ this pretty pussy up since i first laid eyes on you.”

“do it then,” you grumble, moaning once his fat fingers drag further down your twitching folds. right at your exact words, he smacks your ass again without warning and you let off a cute yelp. “ngh,” you bite the inside of your cheek, preparing to take even more of hod thickset heavy inches.

toji was always big—you feel your mouth starting to shamefully water at how he’s easily stretching your cunt open. you’re so quiet that you hear yourself squelching and squeaking around him, ‘pop’ after ‘pop’ ringing through one ear and out the other. “quiet, babygirl. this slutty pussy should be the only thing who’s talkin’, not you.”

you moan at the familiar position you were in yet again—his favorite, doggystyle.

toji always made sure you had the most presentable arch for him, and he grunts the second his dick’s stretching you out from the inside. “atta fuckin’ girl, thereeee we go,” he feels you writhing, groaning at the gummy texture of your walls mightily gripping around him tight. toji gnaws on his lip once he sees your ass throwing back into him forward and he snickers once he catches you’re trying to secretly crawl away.

“hey,” he cocks his head, wrapping all five digits around your neck softly. at his grasp, he reels you right back into him and you moan once his cock’s resuming to deeply barrel itself inside until it can’t no more. “you wanted a good fillin’ so y’er gonna take it, not run,” and your cunt immediately pulsates from his lewd risqué words. “got me?”

“y- yes,” you whine, and you can’t help but gasp at the way your legs nearly give out just from his weighty size alone. you’ve taken him more times than you could count, but every time always felt like the first. your hands precariously grab onto the velvet-colored sheets before you bawl them up into your sweaty open palms. “fuuuck, jus hurry up toji. always take so fuckin’ long.”

“caaareful,” he warns you in a gruff voice, and he starts pounding right into you. you almost choke on the saliva that resides near the far back of your throat as his sharp hips pivot. there’s a sly undertone in his words as he speaks—and toji’s cock buries deeper into your soaked cunt until he’s really nice and snug. “you watch how ya speak ‘ta me. for all i care i could stop right now ‘n make you finish yourself off.”

a pout curls against your lips at his words, but his hips were just so mean and sloppy. you’re jerking back and forth against the stained sheets with his crushing weight endlessly hovering right over you. just a few more inches and he’d be literally crushing you for real, pounding into you much deeper than he already was.

“fuck,” you bite down on your jaw, and the bed starts to wail out in sweet agony. the constant creaks were getting hard to ignore, and callused hands of his continue to spank your ass every few seconds. “tojiiii, fuck right there . . please,” and he’s so deep that you feel his jutting dick pump in gummy areas that made your stomach churn. so good, all you could even think about was imagining his cum spilling all down your thighs and flooding your cunt full. “cum in—ow!”

he jibes once his rough bare hands snake between your slick thighs, gifting your slobbering stuffed pussy with a single mean smack of its own. you moan at his touch, and as you’re just profusely sopping wet, you grind your teeth against each other as his rowdy pace becomes even more ruthless. with toji—he could never keep his hands off of you, you’d have to pry them off. he’s touching and feeling you up everywhere, giving you slow yet deep thorough strokes every second.

scarred big hands grab near your tits, massaging the centers of his thumbs against your nipples as he’s now in prone bone. “yeah, that’s it,” he lets out a raspy whisper next to your ear. as he’s slowly swerving his hips into yours, his long tongue flicks against your lobe. “you don’t care about nothin’ dontcha, you jus want a fuckin’ baby, huh,” and he’s still got both hands attached to your breasts, moving his lips to pepper toward your neck. you moan from his hot touch, feeling your cunt eagerly gape up around him. so thick, the stretch always made your mouth water and knees buckle within you. “wanna be my pretty mama, all swollen ‘n pretty jus for me. you want that don’t ya?”

“y- yes,” you nod, his mushroom tip continuing to kiss near the goopy insides of your cunt. toji sinks his teeth into your neck, and he grunts once his rhythm starts to get relentless - he’s snapping into you deep and he’s hitting you raw. your tongue was all lolled out and you were very much dumb from his cock. completely dumbfounded—not a single thought went through your mind, and as he’s tempestuously pumping you full of heavy inches, his head tilts back once he finally cums.

viscous sweaty limbs glissade and rub off against each other as he slows completely down. toji groans loudly, and it’s a sexy guttural bellow that makes your cunt pathetically twitch. “oh fuck,” and as if on que, hot balmy ropes trickle right into you, shooting way into your sweet welcoming womb. toji’s pants grow heavy, and he feels your weak body shiver right underneath him. it’s cute. his big burly arms flex as he wraps each bicep around you whilst he’s still plugged in, giving you ribbons of seed that then starts to tear down each of your trembly thighs.

“ugh, fuckin’ messy girl,” he swallows, and your honeyed slick unapologetically pours right on him, making an even bigger mess. his hips movements were as slow as a snail—and now, he’s just holding you, still propped up from behind. toji groans hoarsely into your ear, hearing your squelching cunt moan out its own desperate pleas before he tantalizingly pulls out. “god, look at this shit.”

your breath grows shallow and shaky as he’s still pressed on top of you—sinking his weight against your own trembly body. the bed dips at the pounds of heavy weight and toji creeps a hand down between your unsteady thighs again, this time brushing a few plump fingers down your clit.

“mhm,” he huffs, a swollen fat thumb scooping up a few excess remnants of cum before bringing it toward his lips. once he spins you around so you could face him, you watch with dewy hooded eyes. you’re panting heavily before he shamelessly laps the mess up with his tongue. toji pops his thumb right into his mouth before pulling you into a sultry wet kiss just for you to taste it for yourself. with two echoing smacks of crashing lips, he pulls away, tenderly rabbing your chin.

with a smug, sleazy grin pulling against his lips, cold viridescent eyes bore into you and he pats your tummy. “you’re gonna be such a good mama for me, yeahhh you fuckin’ are.”

☆ NANAMI KENTO.

after you let nanami finish inside, it’s almost as if he’s a changed man. he fully submits to you, and once you let him finish inside, he quickly becomes addicted. he wants you to do it again, and again, and again—milk him for all that he’s worth, use him for your pleasure instead of his.

“use me,” he pleads in a gruff voice, his back hitting against the fat cushioned pillows made of cottony fluff. just a few seconds ago at the least, he just came inside and yet, he wants more. he wants to feel more of you, and as you return his lustful gaze, you’re met with the most kindest fawn eyes. nanami still had his work clothes on, barely. his tie was halfway tugged out and his slacks were halfway on. nanami’s tucked out collar had lip stain marks stained everywhere, all because of you. he clings onto your waist as you’re still stuffed with such amounts of cock before he repeats himself, his husky voice cracking and faltering from each sentence. “use me, sweetheart. i need it, need you.”

“say please,” you lean up against his ear, hot breath fanning up against the sensitive shell of his earlobe. nanami shivers, and the blond tresses that stick against his forehead tickle against your skin. you’re so close—you can smell his loud wooden cologne scent, you can even almost taste it. he always wears the brands you really like. nanami groans from your continuous teasing, feeling his own dumps of cum stir inside of you as your hips continue to jostle against him.

with a longing grunt, he sighs. “please, please use me,” and you feel his beefy arms wrap around your body. you teasingly trail a finger down his perfectly sculptured chest, toying with the loose fabric of his tie and watch as his lips squeeze up into a needy pout. your hips—he was never ever a match for them, for you.

nanami stares at your pretty thighs that merely stick together due to such amounts of glutinous candied ropes trying to ooze all out of your cunt. he grows sheepish, scratching down near the undercut of his hair. “m- my love, you’re . . bein’ quite the tease t’night, no?”

“i just like hearing you beg,” you sweetly coo, and his pecs abruptly clench. your pussy’s keeping him so warm that it’s almost not fair. nanami’s panting like a dog as his arms wraps around you. he’s so pretty like this, all defenseless and submissive—the pout that continues to spread across his lips was only the icing on the cake. once you move again, you’re barely even moving your hips and yet you’re still keeping his dribbling seed stuffed inside. it’s thick and creamy, a few droplets start to stream down the insides of your thighs and he can’t help but drag a finger against the tenacious stringy strings of hot perspiring cum. “fuck, you feel it too, ‘ken?”

nanami swallows, and he’s just speechless as he feels himself delicately pumping you full of all that he’s worth—its lewd enough to make his mouth, and his favorite part was to just grow quiet and listen to the harmonic sounds of your sloppy talkative cunt squelch out its final concluding sounds. so sweet, he holds you tight before burying his face right between your breasts, nodding weakly. “y- yes,” he mumbles, and his entire body was hot. all because of you, there’s a sweet lingering taste in his mouth and his eyes continue to grow hooded and low from your gripping sappy folds.

“ugh, sweetheart. ‘m gonna cum again jus from how good you feel,” he warns softly, his tongue gently lapping near your exposed nipples. you gasp, letting off a shivering moan yourself once his faint kitten licks swiftly turn into full blown sucks. he’s sucking on each of your tits tenderly, with care. “mmph,” his mouth was full, and strands of saliva drag out from his lips as he gives each mound its deserved uninvited attention. every few seconds, nanami’s brown eyes peer back up at you and that’s when you deuce to give his head a soft pat. “you drive me crazy, honey.”

“i know,” you whisper, your arms still thrown over his slump heavy shoulders. nanami’s face softens the more he looks at you and oh, he’s so in love.

a twist of a smile purses against his lips as he sees you leaning in. once he sits up again from your chest, nanami’s entire body feels weak the moment you entrap his quivering soft lips with a kiss yet again, taking his shallow breath away once more.

“ ‘s okay, relax,” you purr in a syrupy voice between wet needy kisses, your hips continuing to rut up against him again in soft juddering jerks. he groans in your mouth, scissoring your swollen insides with his flaccidly soft cock. fuck, he was so sensitive. his entire body felt as if it was on autopilot, and your teasing didn’t exactly help things. your pretty cunt’s got him caught and enticed in a trance that he never wanted to escape out of — and that’s when a whine leaves his lips once he realizes that he’s cumming again.

spurts of hot seed shoot into you raw and he pulls away from your lips to gasp for air, digging his stubby nails firmly into your hips. “fuck, fuck,” and even his swear words sounded so pretty. nanami prefers it like this so much—he prefers it without the stupid feeling of rubber getting in the way, he prefers to feel the real thing.

you feel his swollen heavy base sink down from underneath you as he’s pouring such thick viscid clumps inside of you. “fnhh, hold me,” he pleads, and he’s shivering. you raise a brow and he grumps before abruptly rephrasing his lewd sentence, adding on a single word. “. . please.”

“good boy,” you whisper, holding him tight. nanami’s a mess crumbling right within your hold and he gnaws on his lip at the feeling of himself flooding you full. with cute exaggerated deep breaths, he’s languidly dumping in yet another hot load of cum inside of you. buttery white strings tape and glue against the sides of your legs and he feels his heart pulse quicken at your sudden praises. “that’s it, let go f’ me. make a mess, baby. ‘s oka—”

“just marry me already,” he moans, cutting you off mid-sentence. his face flushed and he just couldn’t take it anymore. he needed you, and he was already whipped. nanami can barely comprehend the things he’s spewing out from his wet parted lips but he doesn’t care. his face goes to shove back into the valley of your chest before he speaks in a cute mumble.

“fuck, i need you to be my wife. w- wanna do this every day day with you. please marry me, please.”

☆ SATORU GOJO.

“but—but baby please,” he pouts, his bottom lip quivering as he stares at your cute twitching body writhing underneath him.

frosty blue eyes rover down toward your stomach and it’s so cute—so swollen and plump. he’s been filling you up for hours, though of course for satoru, those hours only felt like minutes. his stamina was always equivalent to a horse. when it comes to satoru gojo, he fucks you mean and good at the same time until you’re just a babbling mess with his cum dribbling down your thighs.

like you are now,

he’s got you in nothing more but mating press and his weight’s nearly crushing you. satoru’s hovering over you and he leans in to tenderly suck near your exposed collarbone. “more, ‘m not done. my angel’s tummy isn’t plump enough yet.”

“ ‘toru, you always do this,” you moan, shaky flimsy arms wrapping around his broad pent up shoulders. he returns your gaze, and as the two of you lock eye contact, he’s nothing but feral. satoru’s heavily panting, bottomed out entirely inside of your pretty pussy as you’re trapping him with your sopping wet warmth. you’ve lost track of how many rounds it’s been, all you knew was that you were just as much of a mess as he was. satoru leans in for a kiss and you merrily return it, gasping once he starts to hump on you. he can’t help it, and his big broad hands sneak toward your bouncy tits, grabbing them softly. “ngh, ‘m full ‘toru, fuck.”

“but i wan’ you to get fuller,” he whispers in a raspy tone, and snowy white strands of hair occlude his eye sight from the constant unsteady movements. he’s so pretty, even more pretty up close. satoru’s thrusts become sloppy within seconds, and his fat cock’s emitting out even more slimy ropes of cum.

he grunts, burying his face into your neck as your sappy folds drip with racy filth of its own. so good, you can hear his choking whimpers continue to coo out from the back of his throat as his washboard abs press right up against your chest. “ugh, good girl. take it all f’me, you always take it so good everytime, fuck,” his brows curl up due to the overwhelming feeling of inevitable euphoria. satoru licks a stripe near your neck as he’s still rocking his hips into you slowly, and he grunts. “good girl, make me a daddy. ‘m gonna give you all my kids, promise.”

as he scrupulously pivots his hips further into you, his tremulous pants become more and more raspy. that little subtle detail about the changing patterns of his heavy breathing was attractive. his cock freely rummages through your greedy walls and satoru bites down on his lip, hard.

he was practically bending you, stretching you out as if your limbs were nothing but elastic. “s- satoruuu,” you babble as your cunt continues to clamp on and around him. so sloppy, your own sappy slick juices create a lewd concoction of filth as both bodies continue to move and pulverize against each other. the sharp collision of his hips that repeatedly slams into you leaves you speechless and entirely dumbfounded. he’s so rough, yet his hands were always gentle and tender. satoru loved more than anything to treat your pretty jerking body underneath him like a rag doll. “fuck, slow down ‘m gonna cu— oh!”

his bumpy crownhead vigorously kisses up against your sweetest spot thrice, and that’s when you feel finally yourself letting go. his hips punctuate within each jagged thrust and you don’t even realize that you’re gushing right down his cock. it was a feeling unlike any other.

“mhm,” he raises a brow, feeling a sudden spurt splash against him. satoru’s breathing gets irregular again as the bed resumes to creak until it’s just crying out desperate pathetic mewls. with skin continuing to stick against skin, you two were practically glued to each other. satoru’s throat grows dry once he registers that you just squirted on him, and he’s got the most smug expression. “oh,” he hums, slowly raising up one of your legs. with droopy eyes and a lazily hung open mouth, you watch as he playfully licks your ankle. “my baby jus squirted on me ‘n she didn’t even ask, how rude.”

“s- satoru,” you stammer out his name again, and you’re so feebly dumb from his cock that those same three vowels continue to slither from your lips again and again and again until you sound like a broken record. your body shook underneath him and he softly grabs your chin, still barreling his hefty cock deep inside. a shadowing flush of embarrassment overtakes you as you feel yourself staining the sheets with a grey forming tint. instinctively, your hands go up to cover your face and satoru snickers.

“nuh uh don’t do that,” he sweetly purrs, grabbing your wrists and planting a kiss near the center of your forehead. once his lips ghost against your skin, you feel hot again and he flashes you a cheeky grin despite how he was sweating bullets. “such a pretty girl,” and you moan, feeling him slowly pull out. the slippery piles of cum drool out from your saturated folds and you hear the ‘popping’ squelches slosh. satoru kisses the back of your hand, and he aligns himself once more, leaning up close to your ear.

“but baby, you’d be an even prettier mommy.“

☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

“stupid woman,” the demon snarls, slumping back against his royal throne with you straddling him.

all various crimson eyes of his maliciously bore into you as you’re grinding your hips against him, bucking sloppily into his very being. one of his arms wrap around your waist before he tilts your chin up to face him directly. you’re met with the eyes of the notorious sukuna ryomen, and a thumb rubs against your bottom lip before he scoffs. “tsk. is that what you truly desire? to be stuffed by me until your weak cunt’s all flooded with my cum?”

“y- yes,” you say in a whiny tone, hauling your flimsy arms over his broad shoulders. sukuna’s body was very big, and his frame was even bigger. you had some amounts of mercy since he was sitting down—but if he was standing up, you’d have an another force to be reckoned with.

his warmth frequently envelops your pasty walls as you continue to move in careless sync with his sharply structured hips. but fuck, every time your ass jostled into him, you felt his second cock that’s stacked from behind brush up against your swollen cunt. those brief feelings of gripping friction always makes your thighs shiver and send a school of butterflies to assault inside the pits of your stomach. you moan, secretly wishing you were taking both of him instead of just one. “finish inside, ‘kuna. please, i need it.”

he jeers at your plea, holding you in place as your body continues to grind straight into him—sweet wanton whines slip past your glossed lips as his bulbous tip continues to thrust into you in and out. “what you need is some manners, girl,” he playfully flicks your forehead, and you let off a sweet pouty whimper.

“uh huh,” and he lies further back against his regal throne, sitting upright with his left thigh bouncing to tease you even more. skin roughly slaps amongst each other in such a crude way that it makes all of the hairs near your neck stand up. every sound being made echos through his chambers and you’re just hoping that no one heard. the demon then grabs your chin again, pressing a chaste deep kiss onto your pretty quivering lips. “fuck, ‘m gonna make you my queen. ya gonna give me dozens of demon brats, ‘s that what you want, princess?”

“mhm,” you nod, and he barely gives you a chance to reply with the way his crooked lips slam onto yours. sukuna tastes sweet, he always does.

a rich sugary flavor coats his forked tongue as your own delves straight into his mouth. your body blissfully saws against his in such insane sync that it makes you feel tingles everywhere.

sukuna smugly hums, feeling your cute curious human hands roam down the edges of his silky made kimono. “please,” you croak between sweet needy kisses, his cock repeatedly hammering up against that spot every single time. it was as if his cock was a dart and your swollen pulsating cunt was the target. after each striking sloppy thrust, he’s hitting bullseye every second. with the way he’s hitting you in all the right spots at the right exact time, it scratches a carnal itch in your brain that leaves you utterly stupid for a few seconds. “make me your queen, ‘kuna. breed me, make me f- full.”

by this point, he’s just using you as his own personal—favorite—fleshlight. two wide hands glue to your waist, sharp dark fingernails teasingly stroking against your skin as he’s bouncing you up and down his bulging massive shaft.

you moan, feeling his ruby red eyes stare at you menacingly the entire time, and you’re chasing each drawn out pant of your shallow irregular breaths. “c’mon then,” he snarls, baring a single serrated fang. the both of you were so so close to shooting blanks until it eventually comes. everything comes immediately like a wave. “take it, princess.”

within seconds, you’re creaming down his cock and he’s pumping you full of thick ribbony ropes.

your cunt throbs the second he spills an entire whopping load inside of you raw, and you nuzzle your face into his neck. “s- sukuna,” you stammer, and your walls were forevermore oh so greedy, adjusting to the way your pussy convulses around him. you both cum in torrent and a surge of electricity pulses through each of your veins. it’s a slight feeling of tweaking pangs that efflux through the undersides of your thighs before your entire body erupts with shakes. “fuck, ‘s much.”

“ ‘n ya better take every drop, s-shit,” he groans, suddenly getting quiet once he feels your jittery hips start to pick up its bouncing again. he’s still sensitive, and he hisses before slumping back against his throne, trying to keep up his stern somber façade.

sukuna’s entire body was dipped in sweat, and his pink slit brows arch together in euphoric agony.

silence is his next response, and he’s still holding you by the waist, an oozing dribbling knot plugging into you effortlessly. it’s so warm and sweltering hot, a temperature you couldn’t even describe as well as your pussy ever could. the very pit of you stomach coils in lewd awe as you’re met with his now flaccid cock just stilling inside of you.

“c-curses, fuck me,” the demon shrills, grabbing your hips and bringing you to a pausing halt.

and for a split second, you could have sworn you just heard him, the king of curses whimper. .

[lottiies]

lottie what kinks do u think Leon has lawl 😝

cw: x fem!reader hehe, 400+ wc

i totally didn’t write this during a party what…</3 sorry for any typos cora um i only did it for ID, vendetta, and DI Leon

INFINITE DARKNESS

Okay I can see him coming home with multiple bags of lingerie for his lover, letting you put on a mini fashion show for him. Do a little twirl for him, he’ll have to readjust the bulge in his pants before reaching for you and telling you how fucking pretty you are.

“There’s my perfect girl…so beautiful.” His hands caress your sides, his pupils dilating as he admires you up closely.

Um…he’d be into some light impact play.

Leon would stay fully clothed and put you across his lap, spanking you and massaging your ass to feel how hot your skin gets from his smacks. Pushing your lacy panties to the side to finger you, he’d coo over how wet you get from being spanked. He wouldn’t even have to fuck you or anything, he’d be satisfied just from feeling you jolt around on his lap and feel a high from how speechless you get from having only two of his fingers curling inside you

VENDETTA

His mental state is crumbling and he feels like all his choices are wrong, so I think he’d get turned on by being controlled in bed. Wrap your hands around his neck and cut off his breathing for a couple seconds while you make out and he’ll get rock hard in an instant, begging for you to do it again and again (but his begs sound more like demands honestly.) Um, aside from breath play I think he’d also be a fan of having his orgasms controlled too! Lazy days where you’re stroking his dick until he’s trembling and bucking his hips up into your touch, only to let go as soon as his grunts turn into pathetic moans.

“Fuuuuck, nonono…please.” He’d splutter out while trembling, looking down at the way thin strings of his precum snapped from your palms when you pulled away. “You’re so fucking mean….”

Kiss his sweaty forehead a couple times and he’d forgive you, though. And then his stomach would tense when you wrap your hand around him again to start the process over.

Also! Praise him and he’ll get all emotional. Like…what do you mean he’s doing good? He feels like he doesn’t deserve anything nice so ugh he’ll get sensitive so easily when you compliment him.

DEATH ISLAND

I think we can all collectively agree that he would have a breeding kink at this point in his life >ᴗ< He’s not getting any younger, so sex now has a purpose beyond just connecting with another soul and chasing pleasure together. So yeah he’d have you on your back day and night, stuffing you full as long as you’ll have him. And he’ll plug you up with his fingers after cumming in you so “it takes” (his words) and he’ll get all smiley when you whine and twitch from the aftermath.

Body worship would definitely be high on his list too, both receiving and giving. He’d kiss and caress you all over until no part is left untouched, and honestly dating him in the long run would leave you less susceptible to insecurities because he’s always whispering words of worship to you. He never gets used to the electrifying sensation when you return the favor and plant your lips against his happy trail and inner thighs.

[frost-queen]

Good luck, babe (Fem!Reader x Eloise Bridgerton)

For @chxrrybomb22, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 , @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers   , @merlieve   , @queen-of-books  , @glimmering-darling-dolly   ,@denkisclown  , @wildieflower   ,@meyocoko    , @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl  , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampthing07   , @melsunshine   @panhoeofmanyfandoms  , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat ,@rosecentury ,@imagines-by-her ,@evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303   ,@avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @markive-m

Summary: Forbidden love story based on the song Good luck, babe by Chappell Roan.

“Where are you going?” – Colin asked his sister, seeing Eloise pull her higher up. – “To see my friend.” – she replied with a witty glance. – “It is calling hour, dear sister.” – Colin reminded her. – “Yes and I can guarantee you no man shall call upon me today.” – Eloise answered grabbing for her reticule that laid on the sofa. – “Eloise.” – Violet spoke putting her cup of tea down.

It made her groan softly with a roll of her eyes. – “You know it is true mama.” – she said to make it clear no one would call upon her today. – “You may never know.” – Violet let out in persuasion of her daughter to stay. – “Then tell him I shall be available tomorrow.” – Eloise stated with a most entertaining curtsy.

It made Hyacinth snort loud. Even Francesca giggled quietly, moving her hand in front of her mouth. – “Eloise!” – Violet got up, having set her tea aside. Eloise left the drawing room. Violet stared speechless at her son, hoping he could make sense of this. Colin simply tried to supress a smile. – “It is true mama.” – Hyacinth spoke slapping Gregory’s hand as he reached for the last chocolate biscuit. – “No man has ever called upon Eloise.” – Hyacinth finished grabbing the biscuit. Gregory stuck his tongue out to her. Violet rubbed her forehead thoughtfully, keeping one hand on her stomach. 

“Very well.” – she spoke defeated, turning to dear Francesca. Francesca gave her a soft smile back. The door opened as one of the staff entered. – “A caller for miss Bridgerton.” – he said with a bow. Violet stroke her skirt out of habit. Gesturing to the man to let him enter afterwards. A dashing gentleman entered calling for Miss Francesca Bridgerton.

Violet turned her attention to Francesca. Eloise’s carriage was riding towards an estate a few blocks away. Once the carriage turned into a street, she recognized it. Having seen it multiple times from the outside, but never been inside. The carriage came to a stop. Eloise sticking her head out of the little window.

The orange roses were in bloom. The footman let Eloise out. Adjusting the shawl over he arms, she prepared herself to go in. The doorman opened as Eloise announced herself. She followed the doorman inside. Eloise waited a bit outside of the drawing room till she was announced. – “A caller for miss Y/n Y/l/n.” – he spoke with a bow.

Your parents shared a glorious gleam as it made you smile unsettling. Eloise entered with the grandest smile. – “Eloise!” – you called out surprised. – “Y/n.” – she replied with a curtsy. Your mother stepped forwards, blocking you a bit from Eloise. – “It is calling hours Miss Bridgerton.” – she made clear with a forced smile.

“Yes, and I would like to call upon Y/n.” – Eloise responded, having no trouble going against your mother. – “It will be quick.” – you reassured her. Your mother flashed her fan open, waving herself some cool. Eloise gestured for you to lead the way as you tried to supress your smile. Taking Eloise by the elbow, you led her out of the drawing room. – “You are terrifying Eloise!” – you shout-whispered to her in disbelieve that she was here. – “What can I say, I missed you.” – Eloise responded with a bit of flair. It made you laugh, drawing her more away from where your parents were waiting.

“Are you staying long?” – you asked her. – “No.” – she replied lowly. – “I wouldn’t wish to keep your admirers away from you.” – she continued giving you a little nudge. – “What admirers.” – you teased bursting out in laughter. – “Oh come on Y/n, you are beautiful. What man doesn’t feel compelled by you.” – Eloise spoke touching your forearm. You briefly glanced down at her touch, before flashing your gaze up to her eyes. – “What man indeed…” – your voice softened to almost a whisper.

Eloise gaze was caught in yours. Staring at each other in a moment of silence. Your parents interrupting, made you take a step back from her. – “I believe it is time for you to head home Miss Bridgerton. So we could receive more callers.” – your father announced. Eloise formed a smile, you knew was politely forced. – “Of course.” – Eloise replied with a curtsy. Your body moved instinctively a bit forwards when Eloise turned around to leave. You withheld yourself, keeping your head low. Your parents called you back in the drawing room, where you sat back down. Waiting for calling hours to be over.

You found yourself at the next gathering. A display of theatrics from the queen. You stood amongst the crowd, watching the two dancers dance so graceful and intimate. The music made you dream away of dancing on your own. Imagining yourself with eyes closed, moving as sensual as the woman. Then a set of hands gliding down your body. Soft hands that sparked each fibre in your body where they touched. Woman’s hands as you wanted to hear them whisper your name in your ear.

Blinking surprised, you were aware of your daydreaming and hoped you hadn’t looked foolishly amongst the crowd. The dance came to a stop as you clapped along with the others. Embarrassed you quickly moved to sit down as others of the ton moved to the middle of the room to dance or interact in a conversation. You sat alone, staring a bit lost in front of you. Expression a bit saddened. – “There you are!” – a voice came through as it made you blink yourself away. – “I have been looking everywhere for you.” – Eloise said happily coming to sit with you. Instantly you felt your heart leap with joy, smiling upon her.

“Are you not mingling amongst the others to find a match.” – Eloise teased making you puff at her. – “Dear Eloise, you know I have my heart set out to be a spinster.” – you told her as Eloise laughed loud. You turned a bit more to her. – “We could be spinsters together. Live somewhere off together and have no man dictate out lives for us.” – you proposed as Eloise kept laughing. – “I am being serious Eloise.” – you laughed out, letting your body bump against her. – “Don’t tell me you seek out a husband?” – you asked upholding a smile.

“God’s no.” – Eloise called out, making you sigh relieved. – “Then what is stopping us?” – you asked placing your hands on hers that laid on her lap. – “True as spinsters we will be treated poorly by the ton, but eventually they wouldn’t care anymore. We’d be free to do whatever we like. Just you and me in an estate, living our best lives.” – you proposed with much sincerity. – “How is it that you have such courage to be different?” – Eloise asked looking up at you. You gave her hand a soft squeeze. – “You give me courage.” – you told her with a smile on your lips. Your eyes drifting briefly down to her lips. – “Please think about it.”

With those final words, you got up, leaving Eloise’s side. Eloise stared, lost in her own thoughts. You walked behind the crowd, keeping close to the walls. Finding a place where you could settle. Forgotten in the back as you watched the others. It didn’t take Eloise long to join your side again. She kept quiet, simply standing by your side. You were watching some dancers, seeing her brother Anthony amongst them with Kate. He snuck in a kiss as it made you touch your lips. Inhaling a bit, you turned more to Eloise.

“Do you ever wonder what a kiss feels like?” – you asked her. – “Not really.” – Eloise answered with a shrug of her shoulder. – “Oh…” – you replied, turning away from her. Eloise picked up on it, quirking her eyebrow up. – “I assume it is nothing special.” – she said rhetorical. – “How about we test it out?” -  you suggested. – “Really?” – Eloise said surprised. You smiled teasingly, taking her by the hand.

“Frightened Eloise?” – you called out as you pulled her away. Darting around the room to a more secluded area. You pulled Eloise with you into an empty room. You let go of her hand, moving to the curtains. Pulling it back, then move closer to the glass. – “Want to keep it hidden?” – you teased moving the curtain before you.

Eloise laughed loud, approaching you. You kept moving the curtain back and forth, revealing yourself now and then to her with each another teasing expression. Eloise smiling radiating at you. She gasped loud when you took a hold of her wrist and pull her with you behind the curtains. Eloise had her brows furrowed till her expression softened upon you.

You shuffled closer to her, pushing the tips of your shoes against hers. – “It’s just us.” – you whispered to her. Eloise stared at your eyes. A pounding in her heart she was half familiar with. The way she was staring at you, made you bashful. Eloise’s gaze lowered to your lips. Before she fully knew it, she had moved her hand around your lower back, pressing her lips against yours.

The feeling was glorifying as Eloise’s lips kissed yours with more dominance. Demanding more of your kiss than she ever imagined. Your heart felt like exploding with fireworks. Your hands found a way to her, cupping her cheeks to kiss her more delicately. Her eagerness made you nearly fall back, tripping over the hem of your dress.

The sudden shift in balance broke the kiss off. Out of breath, you stared at each other. – “I never wanted a man. I just want you Eloise.” – you told her with a smile. – “I…” – Eloise responded not sure what to answer after that. Your eyes widened when Eloise grabbed you once more, going to steal another kiss from you. Her lips slowly retracted from yours, wanting to feel them for as long as possible.

“I…” – she smiled having to need no words. You smiled back at her, giving her hands a soft squeeze. Eloise let go of your hands, moving towards the door. By the door, she looked over her shoulder, furrowing her brows with softness. She ran back up to you, giving you one last desiring kiss before heading back out to face the ton.

Once Eloise had left, you twirled out of excitement. Eloise seemed to want to dive into this adventure with you. Have a life as spinsters where you could life in peace remotely away from the ton and just love each other. You left to return to the main room. Catching glances with Eloise from across the room.

It had been a few days almost to a week now since you saw Eloise. The next ball but three days away. At the promenade, you were enjoying some fresh air. Smiling at those who passed you from the other direction. The world couldn’t be better as you knew Eloise would be waiting for you. Share a life together and call her yours. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling by even thinking about it. Looking back up, your gaze caught Eloise. Freezing as she did the same.

Eyes widening at each other. Your gaze immediately gliding to the side to see Eloise with a man. – “Eloise.” – you called out in shock. Eloise smiled embarrassed, turning towards the man. – “Phillip can you give us a moment.” – she asked. Phillip bowed, walking further up to give Eloise and you some privacy. – “Eloise?” – you said confused as to why she was with a man.

“Y/n…” – Eloise spoke nervously. – “What is the meaning of this? Why are you promenading with a man?” – you accused her, utterly shocked as you thought she would keep to your arrangement. – “Y/n…” – Eloise spoke keeping her voice low. She reached her hand out to you, touching your hand.

“Are you calling it off? Why are you calling it off?” – you asked desperate, having a sense she was forcing herself to marry a man just to be accepted by society. – “You don’t understand Y/n!” – Eloise shouted pulling her hand back. It made you scoff shocked. – “Oh but I do. You don’t want to call it love. You want to stop the feeling, but for the world you could never!” – you told her. Supressing her feelings would not do her any good. – “Y/n please.” – Eloise begged reaching for you again. You moved your hand back so she couldn’t take it. – “Have it your way Eloise.” – you told her. Eloise blinked saddened.

You came a bit closer again to tell her the hard truth. – “When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night. With your head in your hands, you’re nothing more than his wife.” – you made clear. Eloise swallowed nervously at the harsh truth. – “And when you think about me, all of those years ago. You’re standing face to face with ‘I told you so’!” – you called out furiously.

Eloise stumbled a bit back, breathlessly at the shocking truth. You turned on your heel, walking off. – “Y/n! wait!” – Eloise called out coming after you. Coming to a firm stop, you spun around. – “I told you so!” – you warned her. Eloise’s shoulders slouched, defeated at her own doing. Phillip came at her side, touching her elbow as Eloise moved her elbow away. Not wanting his touch. The world slowly spinning around her, dizzily at the fool she has been, by not calling it love.

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[ddarker-dreams]

How much do you think it takes to fluster the husband rotation???

it doesn't take much?? not most people's definition of 'much', at least.

for chrollo, overhearing you talk about him (whether it be on the phone or you haven't noticed him standing there yet) gives him pause. it's in instances like these that people reveal their true colors. he's confident in his ability to read you, sure, but hearing your unfiltered thoughts out loud? that's an opportunity he'd kill for. metaphorically and literally. he waits with bated breath, almost embarrassed by his anticipation. you'd think he was a school girl eavesdropping on her crush. and when he hears you not only call him handsome, but emphasize just how much you enjoy your discussions with him? those very discussions that he cherishes dearly? he smiles without realizing it. faced with death, his heart remains steady. faced with anything related to you, it can't slow down.

gojo is, to the surprise of no one, kinda weird. you could huskily whisper the naughtiest line into his ear — he'd just grin and flirt back. he gets so caught up in outdoing you that he forgets to feel embarrassed. want to leave him speechless and knock the air from his lungs? it's surprisingly simple. steal one of his shirts, wear it as your PJs, then doze off waiting for him to return home. he secretly feels bad that his work hours are so erratic. he'll tell you not to stay up for him, but that doesn't mean he isn't touched when you try. the idea of you sitting there, fighting to stay awake because you want to spend time with him? cupid's arrow couldn't compare to the emotions that makes him experience. this, along with the added bonus of his too large shirt engulfing your form does him in. gojo takes enough pictures to necessitate buying additional cloud storage.

for scaramouche..................... just be nice to him without ulterior motives. that's it. no, really. he can't comprehend kindness. he understands transactions, where anything done for the sake of another is still ultimately for one's own benefit. this cynicism has helped him navigate fatui politics yet impedes any personal growth. brew him his favorite bitter tea, organize his belongings, gift him a homemade trinket; he'll flitter through multiple emotions. suspicion, confusion, then, finally, this warm sensation in his supposedly hollow chest that he can't find a word for. this little act haunts him. he can't stop obsessing over it. he wants to find proof that you're like every other wretched, self-serving creature in this world — (or does he?) — but his investigation proves unsuccessful. confronted by this undeniable reality, he's left to wrestle with the implications. you're genuinely thoughtful (ew) and most egregious of all, he likes it (ew x2). this is going to be his undoing, isn't it...?

blade is similarly simple. you needn't jump through hoops of fire to get his obstinate heart pounding. as for what does him in most effectively — your greetings. it's why he shows up unannounced. you'll freeze, giving him a once over, eyebrows cutely scrunching together as your brain puts two and two together. then stars twinkle in your eyes. you glow with the radiance of a thousand suns, running at him, your arms outstretched and legs keen on jumping. he catches you with ease. he's grateful that your face is buried into his chest. otherwise, you'd spot how the tip of his ears go red. what has he ever done to deserve such an enthusiastic welcome? nothing, as far as he's concerned. he doesn't deserve it, doesn't deserve you, yet here you are, excitedly rambling in his arms over his return. he'll say he just happened to be in the star system and decided to stop by. don't believe him. he traveled across the universe for you.

[girlgenius1111]

just let go: chapter 5

the final chapter. 18+ smut. not proofread. no summary. just pure sexual vibes.

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Misa had begged. She’d whined, and moaned, and come, multiple times. Yet Jenni still felt fairly sure that the keeper had more to give, like perhaps there was still just a bit more for Misa to let go of. The striker was absolutely positive that she’d get it out of the keeper, whatever she had left to give. Jenni had an idea of what that would be, she just wasn’t entirely sure it was possible. 

She got right to work anyway, using the keeper’s sensitivity to her advantage. Jenni had Misa on her back within seconds, pulling her away from you, and pushing Alexia in your direction. Post sex Alexia was very compliant with whatever Jenni wanted from her, and she rolled over to you easily, gathering you up in her arms and holding you close. You were both on your sides, with the other two women in perfect view. Almost as soon as Alexia got her hands on you, her voice was in your ear. 

“Do you know how beautiful you are, amor? You put on such a good show for us. So perfect, so pretty. Just for us, hmm?” 

“Just for you.” You replied shakily, snuggling back into her larger body as you did so. You both knew Alexia wasn’t trying to get you going again. She knew how hard you were on yourself, and she and Jenni made a point to tell you how very perfect you were for them every time you guys were together. Afterwards, when you’d lay, completely drained, in between them, they’d take turns making you forget every bad thing you’d ever thought about yourself, filling your head with kind words and quiet expressions of their-... affection.

You were happy there, in Alexia’s muscular arms. Safe and comfortable, and very entertained by the sight in front of you. 

Jenni was on a mission, and it was clear to anyone watching. She had spread Misa wide, thrown both the keeper’s tan legs over her shoulders, and gotten to work. She was aware, however, that Misa would be sensitive, and if she was going to get what she wanted, she’d have to go slow. 

Slow and sensual and teasing, dragging her tongue through Misa’s core. The younger girl was dripping, the area in between her legs an absolute mess. Jenni was leaving her fingers out of it for now, laying them across Misa’s abdomen, moving her thumbs in a soothing motion across the soft skin. 

Misa looked like she was on another planet. Jenni’s motions against her were just enough to pull every thought from her head, leaving her wonderfully empty. All she was aware of was that Jenni felt so good, and she never wanted the older woman to stop. 

You weren’t sure you’d ever gotten Misa to this point before. Completely speechless, quiet sighs and whines falling from her lips every few seconds. You thought Misa looked as good as she could possibly look when she fucked you, when she was dominant and controlling. Now, though, looking at her underneath Jenni, you knew you’d been wrong. 

She looked astonishingly good like this. Beautiful in every sense of the word. Her face was flushed red, her hair a mess against the duvet, her neck covered in hickeys. She was relaxed, though, completely relaxed. She looked softer like this, kinder. She wasn’t Misa Rodriquez, moody goalkeeper. 

She was Misa, and you wondered how you ever forgot how beautiful she was. How perfect. 

You shivered slightly at the sight, trying to swallow the ridiculous emotions that were swirling around inside of you. Alexia misunderstood, adorably pulling your body closer against her. 

“Are you cold?” She whispered, though her eyes remained trained on her girlfriend’s head between Misa’s legs. 

Instead of explaining what was going through your head, you nodded slightly. You were a bit cold, if you thought about it. Alexia leaned away from you, and you’d never admit to the whine that left your lips at the loss of contact. You heard the bottom drawer of the nightstand open and then closed, before Alexia was pressed up against your back again, and you were being snuggly wrapped in a fuzzy blanket. 

“Better?” She asked, pressing a light kiss to your cheek. 

You fought back a smile. “Sí. But be careful how close you get the blanket to Misa. It seems like Jenni is really going for something here.” 

Alexia chuckled into your neck, her breath tickling your skin until you shivered again. “Oh, she definitely is.” 

Misa wasn’t quite aware of what Jenni’s goal was, though. The forward had been focused on Misa’s clit for a while, barely applying any pressure with her tongue, instead softly licking over it, leaving light kisses across Misa’s skin. She hummed as she did so, enjoying herself, and Misa had long settled into Jenni’s movements, getting her body to relax into the gentle stimulation. It was only when Jenni shifted, untucking one of her arms from where it was looped under Misa’s leg, to very teasingly press at her entrance, that she began to  understand what Jenni was intending.

“Fuck,” Misa groaned, the escalation being overwhelming, but not unwelcome. Jenni groaned as she felt the keeper get somehow wetter, her singular finger threatening to slip inside before she wanted it to. 

When Jenni did slip a finger inside, it was to the excitement of the keeper. For only a moment, though because Jenni didn’t fuck her with it. She kept it deep inside of Misa’s pussy, shifting it around every so often. Searching for something. 

“Jenni, I can’t,” Misa mumbled, now well aware what the forward was going for, though she kept her fingers threaded through Jenni’s jet black hair. 

“Yes you can,” Jenni told her, though Misa felt the words more than she heard them. “Relax, let it happen.” 

Misa squirmed slightly under her, and you realized very quickly that the woman was getting too into her own head. The only way this was happening was if she relaxed, and the only way she’d relax was if she was distracted. So, you took one for the team. 

It was a big sacrifice, uncovering yourself from the soft blanket, and pulling away from the furnace that was Alexia. She grumbled as you did so, but released you from her arms with no argument. You slid across the bed, propping yourself up on your elbow, your face just next to Misa’s. Her eyes were shut, and though there was no doubt she’d felt you come closer, she kept them shut. When she felt your nimble fingers on her cheek, though, directing her to tilt her head towards you, she forced her eyes open, finding you much closer than she’d expected. 

You were looking at her so softly, she almost wasn’t sure she could handle the weight of your gaze. It was too kind, too loving. When you leaned in, though, pressing your lips to hers in the softest kiss either of you had ever shared, she forgot she was supposed to be tough for you. 

Every muscle in her body relaxed, and Jenni smiled triumphantly against her, slipping in another finger to join the first. Misa didn’t even seem to notice. Her hands had relaxed their tight grip on Jenni’s hair; she was limp on the bed, eagerly kissing you back. 

Your lips were comforting against hers, soft and gentle, with just a touch of insistence when you let your tongue slide from between them, and press up against her lips. She allowed you in easily, your tongue nudging against hers. Her calloused hand moved to cup your cheek, drawing you in closer. She was lost in the feeling of you, and the feeling of Jenni.

The forward knew what she was doing. She had two fingers buried deep inside of the keeper, though she didn’t move them in and out. Instead, she curled them just slightly, going for more of a rocking motion. As soon as she did so, hitting the spot Misa rarely ever stimulated, Jenni was rewarded with a deep groan. She felt Misa clench around her, felt the keeper grow wetter and wetter, and she knew she’d be successful. 

She doubled down on Misa’s clit, attaching her lips to the nub and flicking her tongue over it, fast enough for Misa’s thighs to tremble against her head. Misa was getting louder now, barely able to keep up with your kisses, so you pulled your lips away, stroking at her cheek with your thumb. 

She opened her eyes to look at you, and they were so clouded with desire, you fought the urge to kiss her again, harder. Her hips had begun a circular motion against Jenni, and you knew she was getting close. 

“Feels different,” she murmured, gently pressing her forehead to yours. 

“I know,” you replied. “Let it happen, baby. Let her make you feel good.” 

Misa nodded, letting her head fall back onto the mattress. She kept her hand on you, threading her fingers through your hair this time, and focused all of her will on keeping her lower body relaxed. 

You brought your lips to her neck, kissing and nipping at the already sensitive marks there. Misa tightened her grip in your hair. 

“Jenni,” she cried, louder than she’d been talking before. 

Jenni hummed, not pausing her motions, but her eyes fixed attentively on the keeper. 

“Close,” Misa warned, reaching down blindly to lace her fingers with Jenni’s free hand. 

Jenni hummed again, speeding up the curling push and pull of her fingers. 

Misa felt it before it happened, coming from somewhere directly in her. 

“Jenni, Jenni, Jenni,” she chanted, the only thought in her head being the forward bringing her more pleasure than she’d ever felt in her life. 

Jenni pulled her face away, wanting to see it happen. Liquid was streaming out of Misa’s cunt, a waterfall almost. With every thrust of her fingers, more flooded out, until Misa’s back was arching off the bed, and she grew louder than she’d been all night. Her words were unintelligible moans, and all Jenni wanted to do, in that moment, was to keep pulling those sounds from the stoic woman. 

Eventually, though, it grew to be too much. Too much of Jenni’s fingers inside of her, pulling splash after slash out of her pussy, too much of your lips on her sensitive neck. 

Misa squirmed away from both of you. “No more, no more,” she cried, feeling both of you pull away instantly. That wouldn’t do, though. The stimulation was too much, but the minute she felt you stop touching her, she felt entirely uncomfortable and untethered to the earth. 

“Amor, venga,” she whined, and that was all it took before you were burying your face back into her neck, leaving the marks alone this time, pressing yourself up against her. Her legs trembled as you intertwined yours with them, small whimpers leaving her mouth even now, even as Jenni withdrew from between her legs, practically falling over herself to get back to her rather neglected girlfriend. 

“Nice of you to remember me.” Alexia stated, laughing to herself at the sheepish grins coming from her girlfriend. She wasn’t mad, not really. It had been quite the show. Jenni pulled the midfielder into her arms, pressing kiss after kiss to the top of her head. 

“Sorry, mi amor. I got distracted.” 

“Her pussy is distracting.” Alexia commented. “I’d like to be distracted more often.” 

“Me too,” Jenni agreed. “Do you think they will want to?” 

She nodded at you both, where you were cradling Misa’s face in your hands, shushing her quiet whimpers. You were as close to Misa as you could possibly get, and the keeper was trying to claw you even closer. Jenni thought to herself that she’d be surprised if either of you ever let the other go. 

“Oh they’ll want to.” Alexia replied. “If they don’t get together themselves, we’ll fuck them until they admit their feelings.” 

Jenni laughed, always one to admire Alexia’s determination. Of course the blonde’s idea would be to fuck a confession out of the two of you. 

As Jenni gazed at the two of you, though, curled against each other, she couldn’t help but agree. You fit together, like she fit with Alexia. You both looked so comfortable and so relaxed, so happy. 

You and Misa were having similar thoughts, though Misa’s were much more clouded. She never wanted to let go of you, and you didn’t want to let go of her either. It was intense and surprising, the strength of both of your feelings, but there was no questioning them. 

You settled against Misa’s chest, hearing her strong heartbeat in your ear, and you knew that of all the stress the day had brought, there was always going to be one thing you didn’t want to let go of. Her. 

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sappy chapter, sappy ending. shorter than i would have wanted but i could not let this hang over me anymore, and i felt like this was an okay way to wrap it up.

i hope everyone enjoyed 🙂🙂

[fatuismooches]

a lesson in forgiveness.

The puppet’s plan to save you by deleting himself from the world did not work. You were dead and would remain dead for all of eternity. You were never to be given a second chance, yet he received one, now going by the name Wanderer.

Wanderer had begun to heal, very, very slowly from not only your death but his own past life with the help of the Dendro Archon, but there was not a day where Wanderer didn’t think of you. Sometimes for a little while, sometimes for a long time. Though Wanderer had always kept your gift close to him. The comb you had given him had endured throughout time, not without challenges though. You had given it to him as a good luck charm before he set off on that fateful day. Some of the teeth had been chipped or even broken off. Wanderer always treated it with the utmost care, but time is everything’s greatest enemy, even to immortals.

More recently, Wanderer had decided to create a small doll of you. It was necessary for him, it was a way to cope and come to terms with your death. He remembers centuries ago, you said you had always wanted to see the world. To leave the little village you called home and see Teyvat for yourself. It’s not the same, but perhaps this could be some sort of atonement for letting you die. You’ll be able to see the beautiful sights that he sees with him. Maybe that would make you happy, wherever you were. He would not tell anyone how much time he put into it, for it was an embarrassingly long time. Every stitch and every detail was planned carefully, even making multiple pairs of clothing for you. He didn’t often use them though, but perhaps it was a way to keep his mind off other things. 

Nowadays, Lesser Lord Kusanali had begun to assign him to some bothersome tasks, which he reluctantly carried out. Though, it was mostly a front. He didn’t mind as much as he grunted and scoffed about it. And, Wanderer knows without a doubt that you would adore Nahida. So, he really didn’t mind being the Archons’s shadow. Ah, and the Aranara too, you would absolutely fawn over them. If he was Kabukimono, he would too.

But right now he was taking a break at his usual local cafe. This had become a sort of routine for Wanderer. It was nothing out of the ordinary now. Plus, the coffee here was not bad. The puppet was enjoying his solitude, away from the noise of others when a voice broke his tranquility.

“Hello, is this seat taken?” Wanderer's eyebrow twitched at the disturbance. Couldn’t this person read the room? He thought it would be quite obvious that he preferred to be left alone. He cracked an eyebrow open to retort the person but the sight of them made every part of his body freeze up, and the words died in his throat. This couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t. If he were holding his cup of coffee, he would have dropped it.

For you were standing in front of him again. 

There were not many times Wanderer has been left speechless, for he always has some kind of response to everything, but not this time. What could he say, when confronted with the love of his life after over four hundred years of their death?

“Hello?” You tilted your head, beckoning for a reply. A nervous but genuine smile eased its way onto your lips. “Would you mind if I sat here with you?” Wanderer forced himself to regain his composure.

“…Do what you want.” That came out harsher than the puppet wanted it to, but his stern way of speaking had long been the norm for him. 

“Okay, thanks,” you smiled once again, tension in your shoulders leaving as you pulled out the chair. That smile of yours. That smile was all too familiar. Every part of his body was debating the possibility of this being you. Oh, how he longed for it to be you, but he couldn’t be sure that this was you. It must be just an uncanny resemblance to the you from centuries ago. Because you, [Name], were dead, and you were never coming back.

You began to search through your bag, looking for something. He got a peak of the contents, and there lay some Lavender Melon wrapped up to savor later for a snack. He gritted his teeth at the similarities before deciding to study you more. Your clothes had traditional aspects of Inazuma but also incorporated some styles from Sumeru. Perhaps you were on a trip? His question wasn’t left unanswered for long.

“You know, this is my first day in Sumeru. It’s so much bigger and livelier than I thought,” you hummed happily. “So I thought, the first thing I should do was try some of the local food! I heard it’s quite delicious,” you grinned again finding the Mora pouch in your bag. Then a look of realization appeared on your face. “Oh! How silly of me, rambling to a complete stranger. I’m [Name], by the way.” 

[Name].

[Name].

[Name].

[Name]. The name that had haunted and lingered with him for so long, had come back to the present day. Wanderer’s breath hitched as he could not help but feel a wave of emotions at the reality of the situation. You were back. You were alive again, happy and smiling, looking as if nothing had changed at all. Granted, there were still a few small differences from your past self, but it was wholly and authentically you. [Name]. There was no denying it, and he found himself boring his eyes into your figure. You were still so pretty, so attractive, your beauty not changing throughout time. The way you furrowed your eyebrows as you read through the menu, licking your lips in anticipation of digging into some yummy cuisine.

Wanderer wonders if you still like to cook, the same way the old you loved to. He wonders if you’ll recognize the techniques the old you taught him, how to cut and peel vegetables. Wanderer does it with ease now, no longer cutting his fingers clumsily as Kabukimono did. He wonders if you’d like his own cooking. Much of his knowledge of cooking came from you. He wants to see your face light up in excitement as you relish and praise him for how good he’s gotten without you. If he cooked you the same foods you ate together from those days, how would you react? If he showed you the comb, would you remember? If you remembered, would you forgive him for how he let you die all those years ago? Wanderer’s mind was overloaded with questions. 

He had gone through unspeakable things, but he was extremely strong now, at least stronger than Kabukimono. Wanderer thinks you’ll never be hurt ever again, not by any Treasure Hoarders, Fatui, Kairagi, Nobushi, Hilichurls, or whatever other monsters Teyvat has to offer. No, so long as he watched over you from afar, you would never be injured. But, he questions himself, does he truly deserve this opportunity? No, the better question was, do you deserve to have to deal with him, with him being the person he is now? You looked perfectly fine without him, oblivious to the way he had been suffering for so long after your death. Oblivious to the sins that coated his hands. At the very least, you didn’t meet him while he was Scaramouche. He probably would not have been a good lover to you back then. Your voice interrupted his thoughts. 

“This is my first time trying Sumeru’s coffee. Is it good?” His chest panged once again at how similar your words were spoken now as compared to a few hundred years ago. Wanderer remembers the exact moment, in the bath when you spoke about trying Sumeru’s coffee with him, as if it was yesterday…

“It’s alright,” Wanderer kept his tone neutral despite his thoughts.

“Oh really? Is it bitter or sweet?”

“Neither, it is a good balance. But… I always ask for mine to be extra bitter,” Wanderer admitted to you. Normally, he would never have even entertained a conversation with a stranger, but in a way, you were not a stranger to him.

“Extra bitter, huh? And that doesn’t bother you? Interesting,” you smiled, gaining interest in the conversation as you leaned in closer to him. “I don’t think I could ever handle that!” Wanderer knew that already. In Tatarasuna, you could never stomach the taste of such bitterness. Another look of realization crossed your face as you giggled to yourself.

“It just hit me, I introduced myself but I never asked you. What’s your name?” You smiled once again beautifully, Sumeru’s sun illuminating your features. Wanderer etched your expression forever into his mind before he spoke.

“Just call me… Hat Guy,” Wanderer did not know why he chose to say that name out of all, and he had to stop himself from cringing at himself.

“H-Hat Guy…?” You repeated. You were dead silent for a few seconds before you erupted in laughter, which sounded oh-so-familiar to him, and made his ‘heart’ sing. Your hand flew to your mouth in an attempt to muffle your giggles. “Ah- ahahaha! I didn’t take you for a guy who likes to joke!”

Wanderer didn’t know how things would go from here, but as the wind carried your laugh away, he felt truly at peace after a very, very long time.

lesson 1. lesson 2. lesson 3. lesson 4. lesson 5. lesson 6. lesson 7. lesson 8. lesson 9. lesson 10. bonus lesson.

[elliespillowprincess]

casual.

a/n: just wanted to let u guys know this fic is inspired by casual by chappel roan!! i think i did see someone else do this so if it seems like im copying i promise im not!! and comment below who made this idea originally!!

c/w: smut!, ellie’s a little toxic, not rlly a happy ending, super short

why you should not support neil druckmann.

listen to casual while u read!!

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“cmon baby, give it to me, that’s it. that’s my girl.” ellie’s hands are pumping inside you at an animalistic pace whilst she kisses you deeply. you’re in your room, music playing from your phone nearby. ellie had come by to eat takeout and watch a movie with you, and it always ended the same way: her deep in your cunt, guiding you through your orgasm, peppering you with praise and kisses, just to get up and leave right after.

you look over to the vase of flowers she got you the other day after your date at the aquarium. you didn’t really know what you were, just that you were something. in group settings she’d act like you didn’t exist, but would text you after to come over.

“please, y/n, come undone on me fuckkkkk.”

“you’re mine, got it? all fuckin mine.”

after she’d make you finish, she’d just get up and get dressed like nothing happened, like she wasn’t just praising you, getting you off, all for your benefit. if you beg her stay, she’d wait until you fell asleep to sneak out of your house, never being there to hold you through the night.

she acted like the two of you were nothing when you’re with your shared friend group, the two of you not even exchanging glances.

this is how it’s been, she’d treat you like a princess in private, and run away as soon as you finished. you wanted to keep your mouth shut, wanted to act like this didn’t bother you, be the cool girl that holds her tongue and gives her space.

but you weren’t.

because this wasn’t casual, you knew it wasn’t, you knew she knew it wasn’t.

but ellie was scared. she was scared of you, of the two of you actually being something. she liked the easiness, she wasn’t tied down to a relationship, she didn’t have any obligations, it was casual, easy.

she’s knuckle deep in you, praising you as you come undone on her fingers. you try to bring her to your face and kiss her, but she pulls away. “ellie, what- what is this?” you blurt. the sentence lingered in the air like a cloud of smoke, she felt as if she inhaled it and let the truth out everything would go wrong. she stared blankly at you, unsure of what to say back. she gets up, grabbing her things. you can tell she wants to say something but her lips are sealed as though superglue was spread across her lips. “ellie..?” as she’s reaching for the door and beginning to step out, she turns around for a moment.

“it’s casual, right?” she says before closing the door behind her. you were left speechless, naked in your bed and feeling dirty. you text your friends, telling them what just happened.

quinn: dude i’m sorry but you’re a loser

ava: why are you still hanging around her?

you silence your phone, not wanting to hear what they said, even if it was the truth.

you knew it was impossible to be casual with ellie. i mean, your favorite bra was in her dresser. the night she took you to a drive in movie and ice cream after, was the first time you went to her house. the two of you stayed up for hours, her making you finish multiple times. you stayed on the phone with joel for hours when she disappeared for a week, talking him down. how could this possibly be casual?

you let a few days go by, not texting ellie at all. it was giving you anger issues, like she was using you. maybe ellie was right, maybe it was just casual fun.

you open your phone, scrolling to find her contact that previously had hearts around her name, but was replaced by just her name after what she said.

y/n: baby will u get me off again?

els: i’m omw

[ssahotchnerr]

I feel like aaron would be the type to build furniture piece you bought without asking him to like you bought a book shelf or something and you bring the box in and leave it and next thing you know he built it lol

thoughtfulness

omg stop it right now that's such an aaron thing i could cry 😭<333333 cw; FLUFF

"aaron, baby?"

''in here."

you followed the sound of aaron's voice down the hall, finding him seated on the carpet. multiple tools were scattered around, a large cardboard box thrown off to the side, and your new bookshelf, fully built, was resting against the previously empty space at the wall. piles of your books and other miscellaneous trinkets were currently surrounding aaron, and he had already begun filling up the shelves sporadically.

you blinked at him in astonishment, not expecting to return home to this in the slightest. "what's this?"

"your bookshelf." aaron put it simply, adding another novel. his gaze shifted up to yours, an eyebrow lifted in endearing concern. "this is where you said you wanted it, right? i've started putting books in already, alphabetically, but obviously you can change it to however you prefer."

utterly speechless at his gesture, you could only approach and pull him up by his shirt collar. once in more accessible reach, you didn't hesitate for a second to place your lips onto his, aaron immediately melting into your touch.

he hummed softly against your lips after a moment, a small smile forming on his face. "welcome home."

you shook your head amusingly, your hand raising to his torso and gently running your hand along his chest. "i could've built this. it wasn't lying around for you to do."

aaron waved your statement off, his hands finding your waist. "i wanted to. and i wanted to surprise you." a thoughtful sigh escaped him, voice lowering solemnly. "i know you've been busy with work lately, a bit stressed, and i know you've been looking forward to getting this set up and just haven't found the time. so the sooner the better, if you ask me."

you sobered for a moment, extremely touched by his constant kindness and tenderness, always making the effort to make you feel seen and important.

in spite of that though, a tiny laugh blew from your nose, teasingly raising an eyebrow, "says the man who has the busiest schedule imaginable."

"maybe." a breathless laugh and an playful eye roll left him, leaning in to give you yet another kiss. "but never too busy for you darling."

"they broke the mold with you, aaron hotchner. thank you." you sighed happily, still in awe, your hand cupping his cheek. but you quickly switched tactics, grabbing onto his hand and dragging him back onto the carpet excitedly. "now c'mon! alphabetical is a good strategy to sort by, but-"

as you ventured off, talking about your bookshelf plans - seasonal candles to be placed on top according to the season, squealing in delight when you found a favorite read, giving him brief summaries on what a book's plot consisted of, or novels the two of you should read together - aaron could only look at you affectionately, admiring you as he listened, a small smile on his face.

you were simply radiating, and he couldn't get enough.

part 2 -> finishing touches —smut minors dni

[shinestarhwaa]

ATEEZ REACTION TO THEIR S/O's CHILD CALLING THEM DAD FOR THE FIRST TIME

trigger warnings: assault, partner death, implied violence by ex, a smidge of dark humor

Hongjoong

Hongjoong had been cautious at first when he met your daughter, not knowing if he'd ever be enough to live up to the standards your late husband set. You told him multiple times that he was enough and you were so lucky to have found him. He treated your daughter so carefully and gently, always being kind and sweet to her.

Your daughter was only two when her father passed so she doesn't have any real memories of him, she only knows stories. You know Hongjoong feels guilty of taking in his place sometimes but you're sure it's what he would have wanted.

And now you're standing beside Hongjoong in your daughters' classroom, watching her talk about her school project. Her teacher listens intently with a big smile. You loved to hear her ramble on. She never knew when to stop talking but you loved that about her. ''Teacher! Look this is my mom and that's dad! But he's not my dad because my dad's dead. But he's my new dad! And he's really sweet, and he has painted nails. He's cool. So he's my dad now.''

Hongjoong's eyes were wide and he looked at her, taking her hand. ''You really want me to be your dad? You've never called me that before,'' he smiled. ''Of course you're my dad, you and mom do what parents do~ I know that when you go to bed-''

''Okay that's enough out of you!'' you yelled, stopping her from saying anything to embarrass you, but Hongjoong was just laughing, happier than ever.

Seonghwa

''Look! I finished the drawing!''

Your five year old son ran towards you and Seonghwa sitting on the couch and proudly showed off his drawing of a dog. It was a bit crooked but your son took drawing so seriously and you were happy he was learning. Before you could say anything Seonghwa gasped audibly and clapped his hands. ''That's so good Y/S/N! You're so good at that! I am jealous.''

''Thank you, dad!'' he said before running off again, going back to drawing on his little desk. You and Seonghwa were left speechless, looking at each other while tears filled Seonghwa's eyes. Your smile grew wider and wider and you hugged him tight. ''He called me dad,'' he whispered and smiled as a tear fell from his cheek, ''Aren't I the luckiest dad in the world?''

Yunho

''Go, Go, Go! Get him now!''

Yunho was cheering your son on as he was nearly scoring a goal during his football match. When he scored Yunho jumped so high he was nearly flying and immediately your son was running over to you and him. You pulled him into your arms and kissed his head. ''I'm so proud of you, baby!'' You exclaimed. Yunho gave him another peptalk before sending him back.

When the game ended he was over the moon because his team won and you and Yunho were beaming with pride. ''I'm so proud of you kiddo,'' he smiled as he ruffled his hair. ''Thank you dad, I'm so happy you could come with mom today!''

He gasped softly and broke out in laughter, lifting him up and holding him. ''I'm very to be here too, kid, your mom and I will treat you on a big burger now, how does that sound?''

Yeosang

You and Yeosang were seated at the dining table when you suddenly heard a cry from the garden. You looked up and looked through the window to find your little boy on his knees, tears on his cheeks. Yeosang immediately got up and sprinted towards him. ''Hey, little buddy, what's up? What's wrong?''

''I fell,'' he cried, pointing at some kind of toy he must have tripped over. Yeosang pulled your son into his arms and lifted him up, inspecting the scratch on his leg. ''Ooh, it only needs a little kiss for it to heal. You'll be fine, I promise,'' he smiled as he pressed a kiss down on it. ''All better now, hm?'' Your son dried his cheeks and nodded. ''Thanks dad,'' he said as he hugged him. Yeosang froze for a second but felt his heart fill with warmth.

When he put your son down to play again he ran back inside to tell you about the moment they just had and you had never seen Yeosang this excited before.

San

Your four year old daughter was quite shy so you were more than surprised when she easily opened up to him, showing him her toys and talking to him non-stop. It didn't take long before she climbed into his lap and asked for cuddles every time he was around.

''Are you my new daddy now?'' she asked, her big and round eyes looking up at him intently. San was taken aback a little bit, thinking before he said anything. ''Do you want me to be?''

She nodded and laid her head on his chest. ''Yes, I like being with daddy~'' You smiled and snuggled up to them as well and San held you close, embracing you with his big and strong arms. ''My favourite girls...'' he cooed when you were dozing off. He kissed your heads gently and held you tight.

Mingi

You and Mingi had been dating for a while already and he was very good with your twin daughters, treating them with love and gentleness. He spoiled them rotten, something you told him not to but Mingi just cannot hold back when it comes to his favourite girls.

Today he decided to take you to a big themepark, paying for all the costs voluntarily. You kissed him and thanked him while you watched your five year olds scream about all the rides they were gonna get on.

''Mom, mom, mom can I have cotton candy when we get there?'' the youngest exclaimed from the back of the car. ''I don't know, I'm not paying today,'' you grinned. ''Dad, pleaaaase? Dad, I want cotton candy!'' ''Me too, dad, me too!''

Mingi was taken aback when he heard your girls call him dad for the first time, but the smile on his face grew wide. ''What did you girls say?'' ''Can we pleaaaase have cotton candy, dad?'' they asked simultaneously. He grinned and nodded, ''You sure can.''

Wooyoung

You had been feeling sick all day and you've called Wooyoung to help take care of your daughter together but instead he ordered you to lay in bed and he was seated on the couch with her.

''What's wrong with mommy?'' she asked as she ate her freshly baked chocolate chip cookie. ''Mommy has a really big headache so she has to lay in bed today and sleep a lot. Because then she will get better,'' Wooyoung explained as he braids her long hair.

''So she'll be okay?'' ''Of course she'll be okay, nothing's gonna happen to her. And I'm here to take care of you both, okay?'' She nodded and took another bite of her cookie. She looked up at him again. ''What is it honey?''

''You and mommy are in love right?'' ''Yeah, that's right,'' Wooyoung nodded. ''Are you my new daddy then? Because you're a pair, right?'' Wooyoung smiled softly and nodded. ''I think I am... But only if you allow me to be. Am I your dad then, Y/D/N?'' She nodded and smiled. ''Good,'' he kissed her head, ''I'll be your dad, honey, don't worry. You'll always have me. I'll take good care of you.''

Jongho

You were eating pasta and drinking wine with Jongho when you heard your son cry from upstairs. ''Ah, again?'' you sighed. You had been worried for weeks because he kept getting nightmares about his biological dad, who didn't treat you right. When you left you realized the impact it had on Y/S/N and the amount of nightmares he was having lately were scaring you.

''I'll go to see him, maybe I can calm him down,'' Jongho said, kissing your head and making his way towards your son's room. He knocked on the door softly and stepped in. ''Hey there... We heard you crying, what seems to be the problem?'' ''N-Nightmare,'' he said, hiccuping as he tried to dry his tears, but they kept streaming down his cheeks.

Jongho lifted him up and hugged him tight. ''It's okay, sweetheart, they aren't real, okay? Your mom and I are right downstairs, protecting you, there's nothing to be scared of, I promise you.'' Your son nodded slowly and hugged him. ''I love you dad,'' he whispered. Jongho carressed his hair gently and smiled. ''Am I dad?'' ''Yes... I like having you as my dad,'' he spoke softly. ''Then I'm dad, son.''

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[dumbseee]

stalker. pt.5.

masterlist.

charles leclerc x reader. / carlos sainz jr x reader.

fc: lalisa manoban.

note: listen to don’t blame me by taylor swift for this :)

trouble in paradise?

it seems like y/n l/n isn’t very faithful to her new boyfriend, carlos sainz if we believe his teammate charles leclerc who is also y/n’s ex boyfriend, #messy 👀. in case you lived under a rock, y/n and charles broke up a few months ago and only a month later she started dating sainz. these two looked in love until charles posted some weird insta stories hinting at y/n’s possible infidelity. the internet has been divided ever since that story with either #teamy/n or #teamcharles.

one thing for sure, y/n lost the support she had when she broke up with charles. we tried to get in touch with sainz but his team politely declined our calls, as for charles he only commented that his story was self explanatory and he didn’t need to add anything else. y/n on the other hand disappeared from social media since her comments sections were being jeopardised by haters.

and you, who’s team are you on?

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carlos put down his phone and got out his car, he was just in front of charles’s house and he came ready to put an end to his behaviour. he had charles’s address since they were teammates and once friends. the spaniard knocked multiple times, thinking about what he was going to do once charles opened the door, he rehearsed his lines a thousand times because he was scared that anger would take over once charles was in front of him. he just wanted to ask one question: why? why would he do that to you, when all he did during your relationship was hurting you over and over again.

"carlos. i knew i’d see you soon. how are you? my friend?" charles opened the door with a big smile which took carlos off guard but angered him even more. "your friend? do you even know the meaning of that word?" he answered through gritted teeth, taking a step inside charles’s apartment. "oh because you do? mister steal your girl?" charles’s attitude made carlos want to strangle him on the spot. "you really want to play that game? you cheated on her, coño how dare you act like you’re the victim here, hm?" carlos slightly pushed charles which made him take a step back.

"don’t fucking touch me." carlos knew that if he let his feelings get the best of him, this could end very badly, and he couldn’t do this to you. "you say that you still love her, that cheating on her was a mistake, but what about what you’re doing right now? everyone think that she cheated on me with you! that’s not love charles, it’s obsession." carlos added, trying to resonate the monegasque. "you don’t understand the bond we have, sainz. she’s just messing with you to get to me." charles smiled. "leave her alone, leclerc. don’t make me repeat myself." the monegasque took a step towards his teammate and grabbed him by his collar. "or what, sainz? what are you going to do, hm? because i’m never going to stop, y/n is mine and mine only." the spaniard couldn’t recognise the man in front of him, the one he once called his ‘hermanito’, the one he loved to piss off during training and the one he loved to film challenges for the fans. the man in front of him wasn’t the charles he knew. that’s why carlos didn’t feel bad for what he was about to do.

"i came here to see if i could resonate you, it was the last chance i was going to give you. but you made me realise that the charles i knew was long gone. what you’re feeling right now is not love, i’m not saying that you never loved y/n, it’s not my place to judge that, but right now you’re nothing but a stalker, charles." carlos pushed charles off him and rearranged his collar. "what i’m feeling for y/n is true love because i know that once i’ll realise that she’s happier without me, i’ll leave her alone immediately, because her happiness is more important than mine." and with that, carlos left a speechless charles behind.

later that night, carlos came back to your shared apartment, he found you asleep on the couch while your favorite tv show was playing. he smiled and took off his shoes and jacket before slowly crouching next to you. he brushed the strands of hair in front of your face and kissed your forehead. that made you open your eyes, and what you saw in front of you made you think you were dreaming. "carlos?" you asked, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. "yes, cariño, i’m home." you bit your lip and hugged him tightly while he was stroking your hair. "i’m so sorry for making you cry, i never once doubted you."

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[mouseymilkovich]

Speechless | Carmy x Reader | Chapter Four

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Chapter Summary: You find yourself once again volunteering at The Beef while Carmy and Richie cater a party for Cicero, you make more connections with The Beef staff, but you miss him. Sydney is suspicious that something is up with you, big time, it's becoming increasingly difficult to hide things from her. What the hell have you gotten yourself into? | Carmy Berzatto x fem/afab reader (using they/them pronouns)

Content Tags: the "incident" from s01e04 (xanax mentioned multiple times), secret relationship/fwb, smut btc, unprotected sex, pregnancy worry + mentions of plan B pill

Important Info: the usual, when texting pink = reader, green = Sydney, blue = Carmy!

Chapter Four: I Just Wanna Know You Better

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: did i basically just post chapter 3? yes. do i care? no! enjoy chapter 4 <3 on a serious note, thank you for showing this fic so much love, i'm genuinely enjoying writing it and so ready to surprise you guys with what's to come!

You'd been invited back to help out at The Beef once more - but not because they were swamped, because Carmy and Richie were catering a kid's birthday party. So, you wouldn't get to see Carmy this time... though, maybe that would help you keep your cool around Sydney.

"I'm assuming I'll just be on register again?" You asked curiously as you put your things in the locker beside Sydney's.

"Yeah, you already have the experience there so that might be the best way to go." Syd agreed, patting you on the back. "Just hang around while we do prep."

"Oh! Speaking of prep, I brought the recipe booklet I made for Marcus. Should I just put it in his locker?" You asked.

"Yeah, he's been too busy trying to perfect donuts lately." Syd muttered with a soft laugh. She pointed out Marcus's locker to you, and you slipped the booklet in for him to find later.

Carmy and Richie had already gone by this point, so you just tried to stay out of the way of the kitchen staff while you had nothing else to do. Ebra was making family today, so you thought about maybe giving him a hand if he needed it. Of course, when you offered your help, he eagerly responded.

"I accept!" He said, then directed you on what he needed.

You really thought Ebra was sweet, he sort of reminded you of a grandfather in a way.

Everyone got seated for family, excited to indulge in the meal Ebra had prepared. He was an excellent chef too, he didn't have any formal culinary school training, but that didn't seem to matter, he was talented regardless. You were still somewhat hanging around, out of the way for a moment while everyone sat.

You looked down when you felt your phone buzz - and surprised to see it was Carmy.

you are never gonna believe what just happened

what??

You cracked a smile, wondering what could've possibly happened to make him text you amidst his catering job.

dropped richie's xanax in the fucking ecto-cooler and all the kids are passed out on the lawn

WHAT?????

You had to stifle a laugh, going into the bathroom to hide for a moment to keep talking to Carmy.

okay how the fuck did that even happen??

i have no idea. at least all the kids are fuckin quiet i guess?

yeah i guess lol

i should've brought you with me instead of richie. he's trying to fight uncle at every turn

is that your way of saying you miss me?

maybe

You smiled a little, letting out a soft sigh. Sure, your little... whatever this was, with Carmy, was a secret... but, you enjoyed it. Him. His company. Though, not telling Sydney was killing you.

okay i gotta go, family's up. you're missing out tho, ebra made a killer stew

damn. save some for me?

if there's any left haha

So, you left the bathroom, and immediately jumped to find Sydney waiting by the door.

"You've been awfully smiley today, what's going on with you?" She asked with a soft laugh. "I haven't seen you like this since you were with... what the fuck was his name again?"

"Oh my god, shut up. I just read something funny while I was going pee." You lied. Sydney knew you better than that, but obviously whatever it was, you didn't wanna talk about it, so she wasn't gonna push.

"Alright, well, family's up, let's go!" She told you, bringing you to the dining room where Ebra's stew was dished out for everybody.

"Out of curiosity, um, are we saving any for Carmy?" You asked. "And Richie- I'm sure they'd both love to try this."

Smooth, real smooth.

"I think I will." Ebra nodded, bringing what was left in the pot back to the kitchen to set aside for Carmy and Richie later.

The meal was delicious, and Marcus surprised everyone with a batch of donuts he'd finished.

"Dude, these are fuckin' killer. Seriously, you've got talent." You praised, smiling at Marcus brightly.

"Thank you, I've been working really hard, I kinda wanna make a special donut for The Beef - like a signature donut, if that makes sense?" Marcus told you with a light laugh.

"Totally. Thank sounds awesome. I'd love to taste test sometime." You said happily, patting Marcus' shoulder.

You helped clean up afterwards - normally, this would be the time you'd leave The Beef, but you were on register duty today. For some reason, you were both more nervous and less nervous without Carmy around. On one hand, if you messed up, he wouldn't be around to see it, but on the other hand, there were less staff on duty today, including no Richie to help you.

But, you had to toughen up, it was time to open.

During the entire first part of service, your mind kept drifting back to Carmy. Was he having a good time catering? How did Cicero react to the accidental drugging of all the children? Was Richie still on him about the desk?

"Hello? Dingus, I said go for your break." Sydney snapped you right out of your thoughts. Fuck.

"Sorry, spaced out. Thanks." You smiled, then slipped out to the alley.

You heard Syd audibly sigh as you walked away, and she mumbled something that you didn't quite catch... there was no way she wasn't somewhat onto you.

It was lonesome. The setting sun, the chill of the autumn air, and the absence of Carmy's secondhand smoke, it all made your body feel cold. You wondered if you could worm your way into spending the night with Carmy... you shouldn't, you knew that. There was no way you could get away with that and Syd not finding out. If you were too excited for Carmy's return after catering the party, Sydney would 100% know something was up between you two.

You sighed, and headed back inside.

Thankfully, it wasn't too ridiculously busy the rest of the night. Just after closing, Carmy and Richie came back and unpacked the car. You took it upon yourself to reheat the stew that Ebra had left for both of them.

"Here y'go, boys." You smiled, setting the dishes in front of them. "Ebra made some incredible shit. You're lucky you're getting any, Manny and Angel almost downed yours."

Carmy and Richie both laughed before they dug in, and you sat down at the table. You tried not to let your gaze linger on Carmy, especially as Sydney and Marcus joined you at the table.

"So how'd it go?" Syd asked curiously.

"Accidentally drugged a buncha kids. Xanax in the ecto-cooler." Richie said casually between mouthfuls of stew.

You stifled a giggle while Syd and Marcus looked absolutely horrified. Syd looked at you, almost as if to say, you find this fucking funny?

"They're all fine, don' worry." Carmy reassured, noticing the mortified looks on their faces across the table. He couldn't hide a smile though, from seeing you laughing.

Syd glanced at Carmy, then back at you. She nudged you, making you jump a little.

"What's up?" You asked.

"You and Carmy speaking telepathically or something?" Syd asked with a bit of a laugh, genuinely wondering what in the hell was going on.

You laughed a little - you tried not to sound nervous, but fuck, of course Sydney knew something was up. She knew you better than that.

"Of course not! I just thought it was funny, cus like... how does that even happen, yknow?" You responded. Suddenly you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, you felt your palms getting a little sweaty - something, something, mom's spaghetti.

Syd was just barely buying it, that much was apparent.

"Well! I should probably... go home." You nodded, getting up quickly and going to get your things from your locker. Before anybody had a chance to say anything else, you left, calling out, "G'night everyone!"

Jesus fucking Christ, that was too close. You were truly caught between a rock and a hard place at this point, because what the hell were you supposed to do? Stop seeing Carmy? No. Tell Sydney? Also no.

As you got back to your apartment and crashed onto your couch, you noticed a text from a few minutes ago that you'd missed. Well, two. One from Sydney...

are you okay?? i'm kinda worried about you, you've been acting weird lately

And one from Carmy.

i missed you today. bummed you turned tail and left so early.

Fucking... shit! Okay. You inhaled a deep breath, messaging back Sydney first. You could do this - you could do this.

i'm okay, i promise!! you have nothing to worry about

You weren't okay. You were lying to her about so many things. Crushing on Carmy, sleeping with him, (barely) getting to know him... that was her fucking boss, and you being her best friend, you were worried this could potentially jeopardize her career.

But, for a moment you shoved that down to answer Carmy.

i missed you too haha...

wanna come over?

yes.

Before you knew it, you were sending Carmy your address. What were you doing?

There was no going back now though, the knock on your door told you as much. And there he was. The moment you opened up the door, your lips locked, and your fate was sealed.

You two definitely weren't going to make it to your bedroom, you hardly even made it to your couch. Carmy sat and greedily pulled you into his lap. It amazed you how needy he was when you were alone in comparison to how aloof and independent he was at The Beef. Though, it was a side of him you enjoyed, there was no doubt about that.

A sigh fell from your lips as Carmy kissed at your neck, your hands slid up his white t-shirt and caressed his abs. Fuck.

"You're s'fuckin' pretty." He muttered against your skin. "Want you t'ride me, pretty girl."

You whined softly at his words. How could you possibly say no? You reluctantly got off his lap moment so you could both strip, but the second you were both free of your bottoms, you were back straddling his lap and lining yourself up over his hard cock.

"Fuck..." Carmy breathed out as you sank down onto him, the familiar warmth of your walls around him.

Your head tilted back as you rocked your hips, the angle had your head spinning. His tatted up hands held your hips to help you, but his mouth latched onto one of your tits. He marked up your skin, and had you sobbing out his name between his dick being deep inside you and him sucking on your nipples.

"Carm- fuck- 'm close!" You whined, then bit your lip harshly.

"Fuck, me too, feels s'good-" He moaned into your flesh.

Seconds after you squeezed around him and came, he followed, filling you up. The realization hit you that this time there was no condom... but frankly, you were too blissed out to worry about that right now. You'd worry about a plan B pill in the morning.

You went with Carmy to your bedroom, so you didn't just fall asleep on the couch. Carmy laid back and, to his surprise, you cuddled up to him.

"G'night, Carm." You muttered softly.

"Night."

In the early morning, you felt Carmy sneak out of bed so he could go for early prep at The Beef. You weren't too offended, you knew he was an early riser. Plus... he left you a little note.

"Thanks for a nice night, definitely needed it. Text me when you get up?

-Carm"

It was such a simple note - why did it make you fucking swoon?

But, before you sent a text to Carmy, you remembered you needed to run to the nearest pharmacy ASAP for a plan B. You started to get ready, and went to text Carmy, but a text from Sydney appeared first.

hey!! i don't have to go in til later, do you wanna grab some breakfast?

sounds nice! text me where you wanna meet

You smiled a little, it'd been a bit since you'd gone out for breakfast with Sydney. All you had to do was act like you didn't just have Carmy fucking your brains out a few hours prior.

On your way to the pharmacy, you finally texted Carmy.

hey, i'm up and headed to meet syd for breakfast :) i'll text you later tho, maybe come with her before she starts for the day

You sighed a little to yourself, hoping you weren't sounding too desperate. You also hoped Syd wouldn't think you wanting to join her on her way to work was suspicious.

This was going to be a long fucking day.

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Kinkmas (9)- Gift Wrapped

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: Coming home from work, you expect to cuddle up with your wife on the couch and savour the warmth of the house. You certainly didn’t expect the wrapped up ‘gift’ that was laying on the bed.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings/Tags: Brief Fluff, Lingerie, Soft Dom Wanda/Sub Reader  (Implied Switch Wanda/Reader), Teasing, Multiple Orgasms, Wanda's Magic during Sex  (Restraints and as a Vibrator), Fingering, Oral Sex, Strap-On, Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Aftercare 

Kinkmas Masterlist

A shiver wracked through your body at the cold breeze that brushed against you, fingers fumbling in your pocket for the keys to the door, legs moving on the spot to try and warm your body up.

“Come on,” you muttered to yourself impatiently, fingers digging through the vast amount of rubbish in your coat pocket, wanting to relish in the warmth and comfort of your home and hopefully your wife’s arms as soon as possible. You searched a little longer before a small cheer left your lips, breath visible in the cold air, illuminated by the gentle light from street lamps nearby as you finally slid the metal into the keyhole, twisting and eventually opening the door.

A soft, relieved sigh spilt from your lips as you closed the front door, warmth enveloping you entirely, a smile gracing your lips at the comfort that took over you. You placed the bag of hot chocolate ingredients on the kitchen counter as you walked through your spacious home, fingers starting to take off your many layers, the sound of footsteps catching your attention from upstairs.

“Honey I’m home,” you playfully call out like the characters from her sitcoms, your smile wide as you face away from the stairs, carefully hanging up your winter coat and sliding your scarf off and onto the hanger, listening to the sound of her steps across the hall and likely into your bedroom.

“I’m in our room,” she calls back, your mind growing curious at her next words, “I have a present for you up here.” As soon as you heard the words, you were practically leaping up the stairs, taking two at a time as you made your way towards your bedroom, a grin gracing your face as excitement filled you, heart beating wildly in your chest.

“What’s my present-” your words were cut short as you barged into the room, eyes widening and jaw dropping at the sight of her.

Crimson lace adorned her perfectly sculpted body, her delicate curves wrapped up in the soft material, your eyes unable to choose somewhere to admire, body freezing by the edge of the bed. Lace covered her breasts in a teasing manner, the soft skin partially on show making you fantasise about what was under the red strips of fabric, eyes lowering to the matching set of panties, the waistband hitched up slightly onto her hip, an involuntary groan leaving you at the small visible wet patch on her core. Her hands grazed down her body to the spot, enticing your eyes to follow them back up her body, over her breasts and eventually to her hair as she pushes it back, the brunette locks cascading down her back beautifully as she gazes at you hungrily, pushing herself onto her knees at the edge of the bed.

“Aren’t you going to unwrap your gift?” she asks playfully, purposely letting her hands roam your body, slipping under your buttoned work shirt to feel your warming skin before sliding out, playing with the button at your neck, the fabric feeling very restrictive, touch burning into your skin.

Your mouth merely parts, speechless as she bites her lip seductively at you, green eyes peering up into yours with nothing but lust in them, the soft, loving glint replaced by desire as she lets her fingers run along your triceps, then around to squeeze your bicep softly and then down your forearms, nails dragging along the fabric of your shirt. Her addictive touch eventually reaches your hands, guiding them to her body as you're still trying to function, her smile turning into a dominant smirk as she places your hands against her breasts, encouraging you to cup them.

“Come on Detka,” she teases lightly, pushing her body up higher on her knees to let her mouth ghost the shell of your ear. “Don’t you want to play with me?” she rasps out, accent wrapping around her words and creating a low rasp that has even more heat pooling between your thighs, your panties already soaked with your arousal.

“Fuck,” your words leave you in an affected sigh, mind kicking into gear as your hands glide up and down her stunning figure, eyes raking over her beauty and admiring every inch of her. “You’re so beautiful, love,” you whisper, fingers brushing over impossibly soft skin, goosebumps rising in your tracks at how cold your fingertips were, a soft, sensual sigh spilling from her lips.

“Detka,” she murmurs back, arching closer to your touch as you lean down to press your lips to hers, claiming them softly and pouring all your love and passion for her into the kiss. Her arms wrap loosely around the back of your neck, fingers playing with your baby hairs there as she pulls you closer, your hands settling on her curves, sliding a little lower and playing with the waistband of her panties, smiling into the heated kiss at her warningly nipping at your lower lip.

Her tongue effortlessly slides into your mouth, wet and wanting as you let her control the kiss, head spinning with desire as your hands drift around her body to her back, slowly guiding her to lay back on the bed, your body immediately climbing above hers, lips refusing to part.

Your hands move to the soft skin at the back of her thighs as her legs wrap around your middle, pulling your body in to press hers into the soft mattress, your eyes meeting the softening but darkening green as her eyes flicker over your features, her fingers sliding down your back and pressing into the muscles there to earn a barely audible groan.

She lolls her head back against the sheets as she peers up at you, smirking at you as you follow her silent command, lips peppering against her bared neck, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin, a shiver running down her spine at your arousing touch.

“Shit,” she sighs out when your lips suck softly onto her skin, tainting the blank canvas that was her neck, a red mark forming as you smile against her skin, her fingers threading through your hair while her hips subtly push up into your body, signalling her impatience.

You pull away from her neck after you’ve left another mark, eyes darkening at the sight of them before flickering up to meet her enchanting green, getting lost in them momentarily before drifting lower to her kiss swollen lips, hands slowly working their way back up her body.

Dragging your fingers against her skin teasingly, you eventually reach the fabric that covers her chest, the pads of your fingers playing with the small ribbons for you to pull on, admiring the sight of her, waiting for your touch, causing a throb to form between your thighs.

Her eyes stay trained on your enamoured gaze, eyes hungrily staring at her body as you eventually start to pull on the desired red piece, the lace that was covering her breasts slowly undoing, unravelling the lingerie and revealing your present.

Your eyes couldn’t help but stare at her beauty, admiring every single inch of her exposed skin as you pulled away the fabric, leaving her torso bare for you to worship, fingers caressing her waist and slowly inching their way up. A soft, barely audible chuckle left her lips, a sign of her amusement as you stared at her chest, her fingers tugging on your hair gaining your attention.

“You’re drooling Detka,” she teases as you smile into another kiss, one of her hands moving to cup your cheek lovingly, deepening the kiss as you lean over her body once again, pressing your bodyweight into her and moaning into her mouth at the passionate kiss, sucking partly on your lip and having your mind clouded with the thought of her intoxicating mouth.

“They’re just so perfect, you can’t blame me,” you mumble playfully against her lips, Wanda kissing you through your words to shut your remark up, her smile inevitably growing though as you compliment her chest, her head shaking slightly at your antics.

“Shhh, just kiss me,” she mumbles back, smirking against you as you grumble jokingly at her polite way of silencing you, lips claiming hers over and over again, lips lingering open against one another as you pant gently into each others’ mouths before delving back in for more. A string of saliva connects your lips after the kiss turns messy, both of you leaning back in, eyes closed, her mouth parting to gasp as your hands finally reach her chest, firmly cupping them just how you knew she loved it.

You purposely tease her breasts, massaging the soft flesh in an addictive and arousing manner before letting your fingers trail over the soft skin near her nipples, eventually brushing over them. She moans sensually into your mouth at the contact, hips pushing up into yours as a dull buzz of pleasure flows through her, your fingers softly pulling on her nipples before pinching them, her breath hitching in between kisses as you toy around with her body, slowly working her body up.

Your mouth reluctantly parts from her compelling lips, trailing along her sharp jawline and nipping at the soft skin whenever, gradually descending down her neck and over her collarbones, eyes flicking up to meet her gaze, patience running thin.

You merely smirk at the glint in her eyes, lips pressing ever so gently against the top of her breasts, tongue peaking out to flick over her nipple, a soft but frustrated groan leaving her as you take your time, mouth eventually wrapping around her sensitive flesh.

Her fingers tighten their grip in your locks, holding you close to her chest as your eyes flutter close, tongue swirling around her breast while one of your hands pay attention to the other, her back arching beautifully off the bed to encourage you to continue. You moan softly around her chest before pulling back, lifting your head to gaze at her, in awe of the effect she had on you before switching to her other breast, lavishing it in an equal amount of attention and driving her mad.

“Stop teasing, Detka,” she groans out, tone lightly warning you as she needs you to hurry up, your lips stretching into a smile at her impatience. Her fingers slide out of your hair to your jaw, guiding your head to tilt up and look at her lust-filled eyes, signalling to you that she wants you now.

“I’m not teasing,” you murmur, disregarding the dominant glint reappearing in her eyes, having decided she let you take control for long enough. “I'm worshipping,” you counter, giving her your best enamoured look to persuade her into letting you tease her beyond madness, a low chuckle escaping her at your feeble attempt.

A moment later, you find yourself on your back with her body straddling your waist, red tendrils delicately flowing out of her powerful fingers and around your wrists, pinning them to the headboard as you raise your brow at her, smiling internally at her use of powers, knowing she was always a little scared of using them in the bedroom.

“I hadn’t finished unwrapping my present,” you mutter, her hand pressing over your mouth as you continue to grumble playfully, not bothered at all by the new position, your thighs attempting to squeeze together under her.

“You were taking too long,” she teases, leaning down so her lips ghosted yours, eyes drifting down to her chest that was softly pressing into yours, her body flushed against yours, sending your mind reeling with sinful thoughts. “I want to unwrap my gift now,” she husks out, biting down on your lower lip making you groan at the switch in dynamics, completely fine with letting her take control of you.

Only when you tilt your head to press your lips to hers, does she pull back cruelly, laughing softly at the desperate noise that left you, fingers tauntingly roaming your body once again, every single touch burning into your skin, your body longing to feel her fingers lower.

She sits back onto your lap, amused at your impatience as she takes her time with you now, nails dragging down the white button up shirt you were wearing, creasing it slightly as she slowly trails her finger down your body, starting at the juncture of your neck and lowering, down the valley between your breasts and over your stomach, eventually settling on your sides.

“Wanda, love,” you sigh out, hands testing the magic restraint, discovering how secure they were as she bites her lip, enjoying you all tied up for her. “Please,” you whisper as she lowers her mouth to yours, fingers deftly sliding the first button undone, the warm air in the room meeting your exposed skin.

“It’s not so fun being teased, is it Detka?” she rasps out, continuing to undress you at a torturous pace, relishing in your growingly desperate state. You shake your head at her words, her chuckling softly before giving in momentarily, pressing her lips to yours, controlling the pace and intensity of the kiss, luring you into losing yourself within her before pulling back, another groan leaving you.

“Wanda,” your tone signalling your impatience as her hands slide down your body, ghosting over your breasts and resting on your lower abdomen, feeling the muscles beneath her fingers twitching. “Please…Please don’t tease me,” you plead, knowing how she could play with your body for hours if she felt like, denying you of your release over and over again until you were a pathetic mess, begging for her to make you come.

“Oh Detka,” she coos, her lips pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “But teasing you is so much fun.” You sigh out exasperatedly at her words, an idea entering her mind at the noise that leaves you, “Fine then, if you don’t want to be teased, what do you want Detka?”

“I want…I want you to make me come,” you plead, lips brushing one another, yours parting, waiting for her to claim your lips, to steal your breath away but it never comes, your eyes fluttering back open to meet her mischievous green.

“Yeah?” she whispers out, red wisps forming at her fingertips, excitement filling you at what was about to come. “I’ll give you what you want Dekta, don’t worry,” her tone drops an octave as the glowing red increases, a pleasant buzz being placed against your clit as you gasp into her mouth, her magic acting as a vibrator against your core.

“Fuck,” you moan out, lolling your head back against the headboard, the red tendrils perfectly vibrating against your clit, Wanda controlling her magic to bring you as much pleasure as possible as fast as possible.

“What was our record again, Detka?” she husks out teasingly, the pleasure in your body doubling as her magic increases, your hips desperately pushing up against her in search of more, her body pinning you back down to the bed. “Nine orgasms? I think we should aim for double figures tonight.”

“Wanda, shit,” your back arches at the constant buzz between your legs, her words making your head spin at the promise of being given your release, excited to see how much pleasure she could truly bring you before you’d tap out.

“Does that feel good Detka?” she rasps out, her accent wrapping around her words beautifully, adding more heat between your thighs as she lets her fingers thread through your hair, softly scratching at your scalp as you peer up at her with darkened eyes, mouth parting to gasp at the sudden wave of pleasure that overtook you.

“Yes,” you sigh out immediately, Wanda deciding to roll her hips against your lap, a soft, sensual sigh spilling from her lips, the sound making you groan lowly and the feeling of her pressing down against you further adding to the euphoria you felt. “So good, fuck, you always feel so good,” you groan out, her fingers tugging on your hair and guiding you to crash you lips back to hers, stealing your breath away as she effortlessly dominates the kiss, playing with your body however she wants to.

“Yeah?” she murmurs against your lips, leaning back in to softly bite your lower lip, the dull pain mixing with the ecstasy flowing through you, a desperate whine escaping you as she grinds her hips down harder against your, wrists fighting your restraints. “What if I did this?” She drags her words out before changing the pattern of the vibrations, a loud moan escaping you that was swiftly swallowed by her eager mouth, your hips bucking up against her at the new way her magic stimulates your clit.

“Wanda,” you pant out, one of her hands moving from your hair to grip your chin, tilting your head up at her before she pecks your lips in a tauntingly innocent way after having her tongue down your throat, another whine escaping you. The noise is quickly muffled as she smirks against your lips, pushing her chest towards your face and letting you worship her chest like you wanted to before properly, her fingers tugging your head to her chest, eager to feel your mouth on her, pleasure coursing through you both as she rocks her hips against you, her magic swiftly sending you towards your first release of the night.

You moan around her breast as you wrap your lips around one of her nipples, your eyes fluttering closed as your body teeters on the edge of your orgasm, your tongue swirling around her sensitive flesh.

“That’s it Detka,” she praises and you can’t help but groan against her, pulling back from her chest, a string of saliva connecting the two as you peer up at her submissively, tilting your head back down to lavish her other breast in an equal amount of attention, your hot breath fanning across her skin.

“Please,” you whine as your hips frantically try to buck up against her, her hips still rolling in that addictive manner, your head leaning to rest against her soft skin, trying to cope with the amount of pleasure building between your legs, needing to feel your release.

Her fingers tug you away from her chest, crashing her lips against you and muffling the loud moan that’s ripped out of you, her lips inevitably tugging up into a smirk at your desperate and needy state.

“Come for me,” she whispers out, knowing all the signs of your body as you whimper into her mouth, hips rutting up against her as she swallows the small scream of her name, pleasure consuming you entirely, hands fighting against the red tendrils. Your back arches further away from the headboard, legs trembling as you rode out the aftershocks of your release, forehead resting against hers momentarily before your head was thrown back, the vibrations of her magic not stopping.

Wanda watched with amusement and desire as you gazed up at her, mouth parting and unable to stop the sinful sounds falling from your lips, eyes soon squeezing shut as the pleasure didn’t stop, mind fogging with the feeling of euphoria.

“Fuck, Wanda, I-” you stutter out between pants, hands forming fists against the headboard as her hips continue to roll and rock seductively, her own release nearing at how her clit brushed against your lap, her fingers tightening in your locks as you lose yourself well and truly within her.

“Shhh,” she coos and it’s nothing but dominant and condescending, a whine leaving your lips. “Just let go for me,” she whispers in an affected breath, rolling her hips a final time before coming on top of you, the lewd noise spilling from her pushing you straight into your second release, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths as you both ride out the waves of pleasure, hips bucking against one another.

Soft pants fill the room momentarily as she smiles against you, grinding her hips to ride out the last of her release, sighing into your mouth sensually and claiming your lips passionately, waiting for you to reciprocate the kiss with the same amount of intensity.

“That’s two,” she murmurs against your lips, your eyes widening as she kisses your lips once more before descending down your body, lips peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses to every part of skin she could before she reaches the waistband of your trousers, fingers deftly unfastening them, clearly not finished with you yet.

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“Fuck!” you scream out, back arching off the soft mattress as the red tendrils now pinned your wrists above your head, another two strands of magic keeping your legs spread for her as her tongue swiped over your sensitive clit, hips bucking up at the slightest of touches.

Her index finger slides down your core, arousal coating her finger as she teases your entrance with it, a desperate whine escaping you. Her eyes were entranced by every single reaction to her touch you offered her, drinking it up like an intoxicating substance, mind consumed with only the thought of you as you whimpered her name, fingers grasping onto the sheets like your life depended on it.

“You’re doing so well for me,” she murmurs against your slick core, thrusting her finger in and wrapping her lips around your clit softly, aware of how sensitive you were at the moment. You made a sound of desperation in response to her praise, head spinning with arousal as she curled her finger against your sweet spot, thrusting it in at a languid pace before building in confidence, pumping it in steadily and repeatedly having pleasure take over your body.

Your hips tried their best to roll against her mouth, coating her chin in your slick as her tongue lapped at her clit, alternating between sucking firmly and swirling her tongue around you, your hips occasionally bucking when she’d brush over your clit and curl her fingers at the same time, a guttural moan leaving you every time.

“Wanda,” is all you’re able to whimper, the heat between your thighs overwhelming, her mouth driving you closer to your fifthrelease of the night. “I’m so close, please,” you beg, lost in pleasure, loud moans being dragged out of you as she slides in another finger, stretching you out beautifully, mouth relentless.

“Again so soon?” She teases, smirking into your core as you continue to whimper and whine, trying your best to fight her impossibly secure magic, hips frantically searching for more. “Come for me again Detka,” she mutters, desperate to feel you coming again, your hips faltering as they start to stutter against her, teetering on the edge.

Wanda wished to remember every hitch of your breath, every twitch of your sensitive body as you crashed into another orgasm, a broken moan escaping you and reverberating around the room. Your back arched further off the bed, legs trembling as wanton noises spilled from your lips, her name sounding around the room like a chant as pleasure washed through you powerfully once again, your breathing becoming ragged from the overwhelming amount of ecstasy coursing through you.

“That’s five,” she husks out, kissing your hip bone softly, smirking at the way your body collapses against the sheets, trying to recover before she continues to blur your vision with pleasure, a blissed out expression engraved onto your face.

***

“Good girl,” she praises ever so softly as you gasp into her mouth, eyes rolling back briefly at the feeling of the strap on being slowly thrusted into you, Wanda taking her time as your body was being pushed to its limits, a laboured breath escaping you as her hips eventually become flush against yours.

“I- God,” you sigh out, eyes squeezed shut as your body trembled at every single touch she offered you, the toy buried deep inside filling you with pleasure once more, a pain from being overstimulated gnawing at the back of your mind but you pushed that aside as she just felt so fucking good inside you.

“You ok Detka?” she whispers, lips pressing softly against your temple as she slowly grinded her hips against you, slowly thrusting the toy in and out of you, letting you adjust to feeling of the strap on, a small moan escaping you when the tip of it brushes against your weak spot, walls desperately clenching around the toy.

“Yeah,” you murmur out, fluttering your eyes open to meet her softened green, the magic around your wrists dissipating into the air as she moves her fingers to massage the spot tenderly, your arms then moving to clutch at her back, nails digging into the muscles that rippled with each movement of her body. “Harder,” you sigh out, wrapping your legs around her waist, pulling her body closer as you just needed to feel this last release.

A moan leaves you as she fills you up completely once again, fingers pressing harder against her warm skin as she pulls her hips back until only the tip of the toy remains in you, a small, low curse leaving her lips before she thrusts it back in, both of you moaning once again as the base of the strap brushes her clit.

The room gradually fills with the sensual sounds of your moans, pants and the lewd sound of the toy repeatedly being thrusted into you, her hips pumping the toy in harder but slower, letting an intimate atmosphere surround the two of you as one of her hands brace her body above yours, the other cupping your cheek to deepen the tender kiss.

“Detka,” her tone low as her eyes can’t tear away from yours, the pure look of bliss in your eyes spurring her on to help you reach your final orgasm of the night, the pain of being overstimulated becoming more present but the pleasure outweighs it as you continue to let her slide the toy into you. “You’re taking me so well Detka,” she pants out, her fingers caressing your cheek as her lips press to yours delicately, pouring all her love and care for you into the kiss as you whimper against her, body trembling more prominently under her.

“Wanda,” you sigh out, a slight tremor to your voice as pleasure threatens to take over you completely once more, eyes squeezed shut as you rest your forehead against hers, breath fanning over her lips as sighs of euphoria spill from your lips desperately.

“Come one last time for me,” she murmurs softly against your lips, brushing hers over yours in a sensual manner, your body quivering with ecstasy under her as your tenth and final release crashes through you, a broken moan escaping you as your hips rock up against hers, riding out the last waves of euphoria that coursed through you before your body collapsed into the sheets for a final time.

A whine left you at the overstimulated feeling at your core, Wanda carefully pulling out the toy covered in your arousal, placing an apologetic kiss to your lips when you whimper, the brunette quickly discarding the harness and wrapping you up in her arms, praise and caring words effortlessly falling from her lips.

“I’m so proud of you Moya Lyubov,” she murmurs against your shaking body, the feeling of her bare skin against yours creating a sense of comfort to bubble in your chest as you lean your head against her shoulder, arms tiredly snaking around her waist to hold her close as your body tries to recover to some extent. “You were such a good girl,” she continues, more praise and loving words gracing your ears as you melt against her body, exhaustion swiftly creeping up on your body as it finally reaches its limit.

“Love,” you whisper out when Wanda sadly removes her body from yours, knowing she needed to move the toy and grab a cloth to clean you with, her lips pressing to yours once more in apology as you let your body stretch slightly, a dull throb of pleasure and pain taking over you as your wife takes care of you.

Everything was a drowsy blur until you felt the bed dip besides you permanently, a pair of strong arms wrapping around your body and pulling you impossibly closer to their soft body, your smile widening as your head immediately went to rest against her chest, a small chuckle escaping her at your desire place of rest.

“They’re so perfect, you’re so perfect,” you mumble out, words just about coherent making Wanda’s contented smile widen as she stifles a laugh at your exhausted state, her lips pressing one last kiss to your hair as you easily drift off to sleep, her fingers gliding up and down your back, lulling you into your peaceful slumber.

“I love you,” she whispers against you, unable to comprehend the overwhelming amount of love she felt in her chest as you snuggle closer to her, a soft, sleepy sigh leaving your lips as you remain in her tender embrace for the rest of the night, never wanting to part from her. 

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Day 2: "Left" "Other left!"

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Being a new recruit in the BAU was complicated, especially when all your colleagues were so experienced and wise. Making any mistake made you feel nervous and foolish, but fortunately, they had forgiven those errors due to your young age. Particularly Emily, who had been through that before and didn’t want to cause you the same suffering.

The person you admired the most was, without a doubt, the incredibly intelligent Dr. Reid. You had had the opportunity to attend one of his lectures before, and he had left you speechless with the way he spoke. He never hesitated in a response, almost as if he knew absolutely everything.

That was the reason why you got so nervous around him, and it was why your mind often played tricks on you, making you stutter and clumsy in his presence.

That day, you had to go to New Jersey to catch the leader of a religious cult that had been causing quite a bit of trouble. Your unit chief showed no mercy and paired you with the doctor to cover a specific area. You feared asking another colleague to switch because you didn’t want him to think that you disliked him. Especially when he had smiled so kindly upon hearing your names together.

Dressed in your vest, armed, and with emotions running high, you prepared for the mission, walking toward the location with Dr. Reid's silent company. You had heard that he had been in prison (wrongfully) some time ago, and you wondered if that was why he was so serious. Or maybe it was just that he didn’t like you after all, or that he didn’t want to bond with you because you were so young...

“You're tense.”

Your thoughts were interrupted by a whisper, and you had to look at him, fearing you had misheard.

“Sorry?”

“You're tense. I can see it in your shoulders.”

Immediately, he placed the tips of his gentle and careful fingers on your shoulders to push them down. The contact and his proximity made you tremble.

“Oh, yes. Uh, I think just a little,” you said shyly.

“It’s normal to be. These are your first cases.”

“Were you this nervous at my age?”

“I’d dare say twice as much,” he murmured with a little smile, as if remembering a distant time.

You then wondered what your colleague had been through in life. He looked like a tough, mature man, unafraid of anything. But you didn’t know that that toughness had been the product of multiple traumas that had buried a part of himself.

You stared at him, perhaps a bit longer than you should have, and though he noticed, he didn’t say anything. For a profiler like him, it was easy to read the signals, which he interpreted as simple admiration on your part.

You snapped out of your daydream with a shaky sigh.

“I just hope everything goes well.”

“You’ve done well so far. You learn very quickly,” he complimented you. “In this job, you never stop learning, and the only way to do that is by making mistakes, so don’t be so hard on yourself.”

The fingers of his hand that had previously only brushed your shoulder slid down until his entire palm rested on it, giving it a friendly squeeze. It was an act that could almost be considered paternal, but it sent a chill down your spine.

The moment was interrupted by Emily’s voice through your earpiece, saying the target was about to come out.

Spencer and you took your positions while you held your breath for fear of being discovered. He had his back to the target and asked you a question with his eyes.

Which direction?

“Left,” you mouthed.

Spencer nodded, and just when you realized the mistake, he had already turned to one side.

You had forgotten that your left and his left were different.

“Other left!” you said aloud, pulling the man toward you before he compromised his position with the leader, who, by the way, was holding a shotgun.

Apparently, your voice didn’t go unnoticed by the attacker, who rushed in your direction with every intention of attacking. You had pushed Spencer behind you, and almost mechanically, you drew your weapon and shot the criminal. The bullet in his shoulder was enough to throw him off balance, and then your partner lunged at him to subdue him.

“We heard a shot! Are you okay?”

“Reid is subduing him,” you murmured, breathless, through the communicator on your chest.

A horde of followers appeared with weapons, but at the same time, the SWAT team arrived, so they had no choice but to lower their guns.

Spencer wasn’t careful when he lifted the man off the ground, who was already bleeding profusely from his shoulder, and then Luke helped him take him where he needed to go; first to the ambulance, then the police station.

Until that moment, you had never shot anyone, and the act left you slightly in shock, especially because of how quickly you had reacted. You didn’t blame yourself, of course, because the man was going to attack you, and it was your partner’s life or his. But still, it was a bit traumatic.

“Are you okay?” Spencer whispered.

He immediately approached you and placed his hands on your elbows, his eyes roaming all over your face to check your state. He was so close and touched you so gently that you melted under his fingers, trying not to look too affected and feeling a slight heat rise to your cheeks.

“Yes, are you?”

“I am. Thank you,” he said kindly, referring to how you had handled the situation. With that, he suddenly stepped away from you and adopted another expression. “How is it that at your age, you still don’t know which is left and which is right?”

You couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh, feeling your cheeks turn even redder from embarrassment.

“I got confused, okay? I… forgot that when we’re facing each other, directions are reversed, and I was so worried…”

“At least no one got hurt. Well, no one who wasn’t supposed to,” he joked.

You chuckled softly at the joke and looked at the man apologetically, feeling shy about your mistake. You didn’t know why, but you decided to confess something.

“The truth is, you intimidate me, Doctor. I mean, not you, but… your knowledge. You’re so smart, and I’m afraid of messing up, and then I get nervous, and that’s why I make mistakes.”

Your rushed outburst made Spencer laugh, a deep and delightful sound you could get used to.

You were about to say something else when Emily called you to join the rest of the unit, and you had no choice but to start moving. Not without, of course, hearing a playful whisper beside you.

“I don’t know if you knew this, but all that knowledge is meant to be shared. And I wouldn’t mind sharing it with you.”

One day, Spencer Reid was going to be your end.

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