#makes it look like her ears are folded back

[lambilegs]

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ contains: nsfw content (minors + ageless blogs dni), reader receiving strap, dirty talk, breeding kink, sevika being a taunting little shit, degradation (including the name "slut"), reader thinking they're straight and sevika taunting them about it, face smacking, daddy kink, slight painplay, reader's body is referred to with the terms: "pussy," "clit," "cunt," not proofread

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ divider by: @/anitalenia

imagine: you've gone most of your life thinking you're straight, always having pointedly ignored any telltale signs of your desire for women. lingering gazes, feelings just teetering on the edge of affection, moments of curiosity -- you've always swept it under the rug, opting for what you thought would be easier, albeit less fulfilling, relationships with men.

now, imagine how it'd be if sevika was the first woman to ever fuck you.

she'd be pure arrogance, riding on the fact that she was the person you just couldn't resist giving into, the woman you just finally had break out of your willful ignorance for in order to have, even for just one night. she'd be pulling out all her best moves, determined to turn you into utter putty from her touch.

at this point, your thoughts are a hazy blur of pleasure, aches and clenches. you can't even recall which touches came first or last, which way gave attention to your clit first, how many fingers she had in you moments before now. because your mind is just a malleable, softened and exhausted lump of sensations, incoherent little noises bubbling up your throat as sevika's longer fingers wrap around your wrists and keep you pinned down, her dildo spreading you out with every dive it takes into your hole, the stinging stretch mixing with an undeniable fullness that tickles at your g-spot and sends you into an raging amount of satisfaction.

saliva drips onto your chin, warm and slippery, as her voice rasps against your skin, "you like getting dicked down by a woman, huh? this pussy hasn't been treated right by your boy toys?"

"no, no, daddy," you babble, your mind too frazzled to even resist giving into her stroke of her ego. "wasn't good, wasn't good, no one felt as good as you."

"yeah, I can tell," she grunts, her mouth twisted into a downright evil grin, the split between her teeth clear as day. "practically panting and moaning like a porn star over this dick."

you gasp at her words, your arms wrapping around her broad frame, palms spreading over her hot, sweat-dampened skin, relishing in the feeling of the hard muscle that rolls and flexes beneath. when she smacks her hips against yours extra hard, her cock sinking deep into your cunt, the fit so snug and tight that you can feel the burn of her burrowing in you, you keen loudly, your nails digging into her back.

you nearly apologize until she chuckles against your ear, teeth grazing the lobe. "got some heat in you, don't you? go on, leave your marks. wanna look back on them and remember the little slut who practically folded in two seconds."

"f-fuck off," you cry out, your neck hanging back when her hand snakes down, thick thumb rubbing careful circles around your clit, making it stiffen and pulse in complete lust.

"'fuck off, daddy,'" she mimics, the mocking words littered with grunts of effort from her. "easier to believe if it wasn't for this pussy getting so tight on my dick." she lightly smacks her hand against your cheek, grabbing your jaw and shaking it around. "gonna cream this dick, baby? have my come shoved so deep in you that you can never fuck another guy without wishing I was buried in you?"

your mouth drops in a silent cry, writhing against her. god, the mere fucking thought of her creaming your cunt, sending load after load into your hole until it's oozing out, has you losing your fucking mind.

"yeah, you like that, don't you? if this dick was real, I'd be leaving you nice and pregnant, babygirl -- such a cute little thing, getting so--" she thrusts harder, "fucking--" and harder, "hard--" and harder, "to thrust into."

you sob, wrapping your legs around her, wanting to cling to her, to this moment, for as long as possible. "yes, yes, fuck, wanna be claimed so badly."

"you better know what you're asking for," she mutters against your jaw, pressing sloppy, slick kisses all over it. "because I'm gonna give you a lot more than what you're bargaining for."

through your moans, you giggle, "that cocky?"

her smile broadens, grey eyes flashing at the challenge. "no. just that certain."

[ov6rheated]

visitors

dom!billie x fem!reader

summary: billie can’t resist you even when she should.

warnings: smut, fluff (?), small mommy kink, use of strap-on

word count: 1387

maggie had invited you two over for dinner. she missed her billie so much, and she even wanted the two of you to stay the night.

it was a saturday night, and you and billie had just arrived with luggage.

“it’s only for a night. why so much luggage?” maggie asks, immediately helping.

billie and you chuckled once she took the luggage. “mom, we’re just prepared,” she said.

more than half of the luggage wasn’t even yours. you packed enough for yourself, knowing you wouldn’t need much. you also wondered why she packed so much and what she packed. you didn’t bother asking, not being so worried about it, but now you see that she overpacked too much.

you two walked into the guest room and settle down before going back into the kitchen with maggie. she noticed that the two of you won’t let go of each other, and no one had hugged her yet.

“guys, i don’t bite. where’s my hug?” she giggled before breaking the two of you apart and hugging the each of you.

billie and you helped maggie cook, but she wouldn’t get her hands off of you. it seemed like only you were helping, and she was too busy kissing your neck. every time you were over the stove, she came behind you and kissed behind your ear, to your neck, then shoulder. you couldn’t deny that you loved it but, gosh.

“billie… chill out,” you plead softly, not loud enough for maggie to hear.

she ignored your protest, and started sneaking her hand under your leggings. you move her hand and move away, not wanting to do too much in front of her mother.

you look back at her as you cook with maggie, seeing her staring at you like you were her prey. it made you nervous, and it felt like your stomach was turning.

eventually, dinner was ready. patrick even joined the three of you for dinner after coming home. her parents questioned you about work and how billie was treating you (in a playful way).

during dinner you felt like billie’s eyes were piercing into your body as she stared at you. she ended up reaching over to grab your thigh. she scooted closer, and she began moving her hand up abnormally high.

she reached your heat, trying to brush her middle finger over you clit through your leggings. you keep speaking, closing your legs to try to stop her.

once she finally wiggled her way through, she had the slightest contact with your clit, you slightly jolted forward. you grab her hand, moving it away from you. it would be so embarrassing to make a scene in front of her parents all because she was horny.

for the rest of dinner, you two kept up this fight, and you were starting to get turned on too. you just couldn’t fold that easily. you thought you’d have to wait until you go home to get rid of the tension, but she thought otherwise

once dinner was over, everyone said their goodnights and head to their rooms. once you and billie reach the guest room, you close and lock the door.

“what the fuck was that?” you ask, obviously frustrated.

“oh don’t act like you don’t like it, baby,” she says and steps closer before continuing, “i could feel how wet you were getting.”

you roll your eyes, not denying what she said. “well, in front of your parents is wild, billie. you couldn’t wait a few more minutes?” you ask.

“god, fuck no, y/n. look at you.” she steps towards you again, closing the space between you.

it was so obvious how turned on she made you, even while hiding it. you look into her eyes, and see the desire and lust.

“well- uh- maggie was right about you over packing. what the fuck did you even bring?” you ask.

you try to change the subject, trying to get rid of the tension. it felt so wrong to try to have sex under her parents’ roof.

“you’ll see soon, angel,” she says as her hand grips your jaw.

billie leaned forward, your lips only being inches apart. she could see that you wanted this as much as she did, but you were being stubborn.

“billie, no. we aren’t doing this. we’re your parents visitors for the night, and these walls seem pretty thin.” you say, trying to move away from her, but billie’s grip was just too strong.

“you can be quiet, hm? right baby?” her voice became soft, it hypnotizing you. she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

she tilts her head, still waiting for an answer. you try think about it and decided. why not?

“okay, billie. but not too much noise,” you say. she smiled softly before releasing your chin and turning around to one of the suitcases.

you watch her, already figuring out what it is. she brought every sex toy you two owned. you scoff and chuckle to yourself, watching her dig through the bag.

“seriously billie?” she even chuckled as well, still grabbing things.

“shut up and strip, mama. get comfortable,” she said as she started to undress too.

you start peeling your clothes off, deciding to tease her and keep your bra and thong on. you lay back on the bed and keep watching her, seeing which dildo she chooses.

once she finishes, she walks over to you, wearing a sports bra and boxers. the dildo bobs in between her legs on the strap-on, and she decided to choose the longest and thickest one, knowing how you react to that. you became nervous and stared at it.

“billie… i don’t know.” she sees your nervousness and pecks your lips before effortlessly lifting you up.

“it’s okay, baby. i got you,” she says softly once she sits on a chair in the guest room.

she sees that your still wearing your thong, giving you a dangerous look because she knows what you’re doing. you fix your actions almost immediately, pulling them off. her hands stayed on your hips and she lowered you on her cock.

you hissed from how thick and long it was. your nails dug into her shoulders as you adjusted to the size. “remember to breathe mama. i got you.”

you take a deep breath and start moving your hips. you bite your lip to hide your moans, not wanting to be too loud.

you wanted to make her feel good too, but it seemed like she was just watching you. “you wanna make me feel good, angel?” you nodded.

“then move,” she says, the strap brushing against her clit nicely. she was encouraging you to go faster, her hands still on your hips.

you start going faster, your eyes rolling back as you kept going. you reached behind you to unclasp your bra, letting your breasts free. she palmed one of them, wanting your nipples in her mouth.

she couldn’t even focus on that though. the strap brushing against her made her lose control, her leg muscles starting to tighten.

you were still riding, the sound of your pussy echoing in the room. once your climax approached, you started clamping down on her dildo. she felt it, knowing you were close.

“you close, mama? me too.” her eyes were rolling back too and it was the prettiest sight to see.

“can we cum together, mommy?” billie groaned when you called her that, getting closer and closer. she nodded quickly at your question.

it was like you counted down in your head whenever the two of you came. you both shuddered at the same time as it came over you. your walls spasmed around her fake dick, and she was able to feel it.

once you both came down from your high, you collapsed on top of her, trying to catch your breath.

“you did so good, princess. my sweet girl~” she whispered, running her fingers through your hair.

you lift your head to look in her eyes and peck her lips before getting up to get the both of you some damp towels. you clean yourselves up before heading to bed.

“i guess it was worth being quiet after all, huh?” she asks once you lay in bed.

“yeah, i guess,” you say, chuckling.

[starmocha]

*crying screaming squealing kicking my feet* BRAT TAMER ZAYNE!!!! dude i need to calm down fr. mc caught red-handed, his little smirk---13 slaps later he's back to soothing her, he's impossibly hard and when he sees how wet she got from the whole ordeal he knows he's not coming back to the hospital that day. his wife will be the end of him but she's so pretty and asking for a baby, he can't deny her anything ❤️ but seriously, your fic was amazing 😍😍

🫵 Y’all need to stop scratching that part of my brain, I have wips I have not looked at for many moons now 😭 /lh …continuation of the previous ask because IDK. WHY AM I DOING THIS. WHY IS THIS OVER 1K. I miss Zaynie. 😔

Lesson Learned (?)

“Thir…thirteen!” she gasps, nearly sobbing, after the final slap landed on her reddened bottom. She whines into the couch cushion, feeling a mixture of emotions from pain to pure arousal, the ache between her legs had worsened with every slap as Zayne reprimanded her, that soft but firm voice of his was able to lure her into a state of lust with just a few choice words.

Zayne hums softly as he leans over, his mouth close to her ear again as he apologizes while his hand rubs soothing circles on her bottom. “Was I too rough just now?”

Before she could even register his words to answer him, Zayne chuckles softly and kisses her neck. “You’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment,” he scolds her, his fingers slipping into her slick folds experimentally to see just how aroused he had gotten her with his punishment, but this action alone is enough to have her bucking against him crying out for more. He immediately pulls out, his fingers coated in her essence, and she whines in frustration at the loss of him. He tsks at her, chiding her again as he pulls her panties back up.

“N-no, Zaynie, please…”

He peers down at her flushed face with a raised brow. The same haughty smile remains on his handsome face as he teases his frustrated wife. “Please what? Use your words, my love.”

She couldn’t even bring herself to glare at him for his taunt, needing him so badly now, she is willing to do whatever he asks of her. “Please…fuck me,” she says quietly with tears in her eyes. “Please…I need your…your cock…inside…inside me.”

He laughs softly, amazed by her brazen plea. He settles down on the couch, laying on his side behind her. He pulls her flushed to him, her back pressing to his toned chest. She squirms in his embrace, but Zayne’s arm around her middle keeps her trapped to him.

“Such lewd words,” he murmurs, his tone more amused than disappointed, “Now when did my lovely wife learn to say such obscene things?”

She grinds back against him, feeling his bulge against her ass and hearing his instant hiss before his hand grabs her hip, holding her in place again. Before she could even whine at him to satisfy her needs, she hears the sound of his pants zipper and then his fingers were dragging her panties to the side and she moans long and slow as he fills her instantly, his cock stretching her just deliciously so as she clenches around him.

“F-fuck,” he gasps, those rare curses he would say somehow the most erotic thing she has ever heard. He grips her leg, raising enough so he could have an easier access before he starts rocking into her with a steady pace, his pants and her moans intermingling in tandem to the lewd sounds of his thrusts. “So fucking wet…it’s like you’re swallowing me…”

Every stroke she feels has her moaning and whining, her nails dragging into the fabric of the couch. Zayne slips his arm under her head to rest and she instantly grabs at his hand, his thumb in her mouth. The young doctor is groaning as he watches his pretty wife sucks on his thumb as he fucks into her at an increasingly brutal pacing.

Her moans and whines were the sweetest noises he has ever heard, each sound spilled from her lips is making him want to drive into her harder just so he could lure out more of her heavenly voice. He roughly pulls his thumb out of her mouth, smirking when she protests but her words die just as quickly when that same hand reaches around for her breast, grabbing and squeezing tightly while he leaves rough love bites along her shoulder, his hips still moving, still not relenting until he makes sure she cums around him.

The overstimulation is too much, her mind unable to focus, her entire body has submitted to be used by him, trusting him to bring her over the edge.

“…Za-Zayne! …Gonna…gonna cum…oh god…I’m gonna cum…!”

“Good girl,” he praises, kissing her neck soundly as he groans softly, “I’m close, too…”

“In-inside me! Please, Zayne, please…!”

“Bu—”

“I want you to knock me up, Zayne!”

His breath hitches. His hand lets go of her breast, reaching lower to rest on her flat belly. They have been fucking recklessly so much lately, he wouldn’t be surprised if she is already pregnant right now, already carrying his baby in her body. Still, he is already imagining a small swell forming, his baby resting in her womb, growing day by day bigger.

She would show off her cute belly in all of the pretty dresses he would buy for her. People would congratulate the doctor and his wife for their growing family, not knowing that he has been actively breeding her every chance he could, but most importantly, when he knows for certain she is ovulating, her body just begging for him to impregnate her with his child.

“Zay-Zayne, you’re so rough! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

The perverted thoughts in his head coupled with watching his wife climaxing has Zayne spilling obscenely into her, his thought focused entirely on making sure every last drop fill her, needing his seed to take, wanting her to get bred like the good little wife he knows she is for him.

“You’re going to be even more pretty,” he groans into her ear before he nips her earlobe as he continues to empty into her. He husks, his breath hot against her skin, “So fucking pretty knocked up with my baby…”

She is moaning helplessly, her hand reaching down to grasp at his arm around her middle. He is saying all of the right things with that sweet voice of his, she wants nothing more than to get drunk on his words. “Zayne…Zayne…”

When the euphoric haze passes, Zayne finally pulls out, laying flat on the couch on his back, his wife resting on top of him, her head resting on his chest as his hand rubs her up and down soothingly. They both enjoy each other’s company, basking in the sweet afterglow of this afternoon delight while their breathing evens out.

“Are you still sore?” he asks after a moment, the haughtiness he has displayed earlier gone, replaced by genuine concern for her.

She lifts her head, smiling mischievously again. “What would happen if I say ‘no’?”

He blinks in confusion before he gasps, feeling her grinding against him. His hands rest on her ass to still her and he lightly glares at her, unsurprised by her audaciousness.

“I left the hospital earlier because you needed a lesson for your teasing.”

“I’m sorry, Zaynie,” she says with not a trace of remorse in her voice. She leans up to kiss his lips, pulling away to brush her nose against his playfully. “I’m a bit of a slow learner…can we have another lesson?”

Zayne chokes back his moans when she rubs against him again. He watches with flushed cheeks as she slips off her soaked panties and unbuttons his shirt she is wearing completely, her breasts on full display for him to see. He is panting heavily as she teases his cock, her impish smile brightening as he hardens again.

His eyes roll to the back of his head as this time she seems to want to be the one to overstimulate him. “Nngh—I’m going to lose my mind because of you…”

[l-starsz]

Degrading smut w dom billie

a/n: i hope this is good!! it took me a while to write and i’m so sorry about that🥲 i finally got around to it though so i hope it’s okay🫶

it started with us laying in bed. my head was resting on billies chest whilst she was scrolling through apps on her phone. her free hand was laying between my thighs, conveniently enough. and she thought it’d be the perfect day to tease me. to get me worked up.

we were both in pyjamas, so my short shorts didn’t help, if anything they just gave her more access. it’s not that i didn’t want her to touch me, i was just so worked up. we’d been laying there for a while, i’d gone through over an hour of her teasing, every so often dipping into my underwear to feel how wet i was before removing her fingers again. she was doing everything she could.

it eventually got to a point where i couldn’t handle it any longer, she’d snuck her fingers into my underwear again, and i let out a whine and bucked my hips up, trying to get her to stop teasing. i hid my face in her hoodie as she looked down at me.

“what is it angel?” she smirked.

“please billie.. stop teasing cmon.” i whined.

she tutted and shook her head, sitting us both up as she moved me away from her. i felt her push me back to lay where she previously was. she soon enough found her way to my neck, sucking and biting marks all over it as i whimpered. her hands were on my waist, slowly removing my baggy shirt and moving her hands to my tits.

her lips stayed glued to my neck as i bucked my hips up again, trying to gain some sort of friction, but she pulled away.

“so fucking desperate. can’t even wait for me to touch you, huh?”

“please bil..” i whispered, reaching out to her, but i felt her hands push mine back against the bed.

her hands and lower half of her body were pinning me against the bed, keeping me still as her lips met mine once again. the kiss felt like it lasted forever before she pulled away, causing me to whine. she carefully shushed me, moving her hands to rest against the waistband of my shorts. her fingers ran slightly underneath the waistband, but not far enough under to touch me yet. i sighed and groaned, but she took no notice. she just enjoyed teasing. her mouth moved towards my chest to suck more hickeys, mainly on my boobs though. once she reached them, her tongue swirled around one nipple, waiting to get some noises out of me before doing the same to the other nipple, all whilst her hands stayed in place.

after what felt like an eternity, i finally felt my shorts and underwear being slid down my legs at an agonizingly slow pace, but they soon enough joined my shirt, discarded on the floor. her hands ran up my thighs to rest on my stomach.

"you look so beautiful for me, such a desperate slut though. yeah?" she smirked, slowly moving her hands lower, as if she'd planned out every single movement she was going to make.

i let out a small whimper, my brain too full of her and her words to answer. my mind was foggy and i was barely even registering what she was saying to me.

"answer me."

"yes! fuck- yes bil." i moaned as her fingers gently ran through my folds, reaching my clit before moving back again.

out of nowhere, she finally pushed two of her fingers inside me, immediately moving them as quick as she could. the loudest moans left my mouth, echoing through our bedroom as my back arched. i reached out towards her, pulling her to lay on top of me. i heard her let out a quiet, breathy moan into my ear, causing more frequent moans from me. it didn't take long before i was tightening around her fingers, so close to letting go. so close to that feeling that was so overwhelming yet so perfect at the same time. that was until i felt her sit up, and pull her fingers out.

a sob left my mouth next, and i cried out as billie looked into my glassy eyes. i noticed her pout at my sad face, bringing a hand to my cheek and running her thumb along it, slowly moving towards my plump lips.

"please bil. please touch me!! please make me cum." i begged and pleaded for her.

her thumb then ran across my bottom lip, carefully pushing inside my mouth for me to suck on, keeping me quiet.

"so fucking needy and desperate for me, hm? can't even be patient for a little bit."

"pleaseee!!" i sobbed, the lingering feeling of being on the brink of release slowly fading as we continued talking. as i continued begging.

"maybe i should make you wait a bit longer? i should tease you for a little longer?" she suggested with a smirk.

"no!! no billie." my voice wobbled as i cried out for her. i was desperate for her attention. for her touch.

her hands cupped my cheeks, moving closer to my face and placing gentle kisses on my pouty, swollen lips. tears slowly ran down my cheeks as her thumbs made quick work of wiping them away.

"my poor baby." she whispered against my lips, before shuffling down the bed until her face was in front of my pussy.

i could feel her warm breath against me. i was so wet and needy for her and honestly i didn't think it'd take long to make me cum at this rate. it was all i needed. her fingers began to explore my folds once again, just like they had before. she spread my wetness around, brushing against my clit every so often and coaxing small moans out of me. her free hand was resting lightly against my hip, making sure i didn't try to lift them from the bed.

after even more teasing, her tongue finally settled against my clit, and her fingers pushed back inside me. i whined as the feeling very quickly built up again, i was so sensitive from how much she'd teased me. i was soaked too, my juices had practically drenched the sheets beneath me. she quickly found a steady pace to get me more worked up.

gradually, she sped up, bringing me right to the edge as i almost screamed.

"i'm so cl- can i cum!? please baby!! n-need to cum right now!!" i whined.

"my precious baby's so dumb for me, huh? can barely form proper sentence.. i think you can hold it a bit longer." she grinned, moving her fingers quicker, and her tongue returned back to its original spot against my clit once she'd finished speaking.

tears clouded my vision once again as the feeling almost became too much. i needed to cum for her. once she noticed me squirming, unable to stay still, i think she was finally satisfied.

"cum for me. now."

i let out my loudest moan yet, reaching out for her with once hand, whilst my other one fisted the sheets. her free hand gently grabbed mine. i was squeezing her hand so hard without even realising, the orgasm practically taking over me.

as i came down from my high, her movements slowed, and then stopped. fuck.

[00valentina-writes00]

Calling Ambessa mommy?

I feel like my page is turning into a mommy kink page (I’m not complaining!)

♡♥︎Obedience♥︎♡

Warnings: Ambessa being Ambessa, mommy kink, spanking!

Ambessa towers over you, her broad, muscled frame casting a shadow as she presses you against the silk sheets. You’re already flushed, bare skin prickling with anticipation, legs trembling as you brace yourself against the bed’s edge.

Her palm skims down your back, deliberate, lingering over the curve of your ass before squeezing possessively. “You’re always so eager for me,” she muses, voice thick with amusement. “Such a desperate little thing.”

You shudder, the deep rumble of her voice settling hot in your core. The thick head of her strap teases between your slick folds, rubbing slow, torturous circles against your clit. It’s warm—heated by her body, smooth and unyielding. She hasn’t even pushed in yet, and you’re already keening.

“Please—”

Smack.

The sharp sting of her palm against your ass makes you gasp, pleasure flaring up your spine. “That’s not how you address me.”

Your fingers clutch the sheets, breath shuddering. “Mommy—” you whimper.

Ambessa hums, pleased. “Good girl.”

With a firm roll of her hips, she sinks the strap into you, stretching you open in a single, devastating thrust. Your back arches, a broken moan spilling from your lips as she bottoms out.

“Fuck, look at you,” she purrs, running a heavy hand up your spine, pressing between your shoulder blades, forcing you deeper into the mattress. “So wet for me already.”

She pulls back just enough to snap her hips forward, knocking the air from your lungs. Her pace is brutal, calculated. Each thrust lands deep, her heavy frame keeping you exactly where she wants you—helpless and stuffed full.

“Mommy—oh, fuck—”

Her hand knots in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to whisper against your ear. “You can take it.” Another sharp slap lands against your ass, the sting melting into a rush of heat. “You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to take me like a good little wife.”

You’re babbling, nodding, meeting every thrust with weak, needy rolls of your hips. The sound of wet skin meeting skin fills the room, your slick dripping down your thighs as Ambessa keeps you right on the edge, teasing, denying—until she decides you’re allowed to fall apart.

Her fingers slip between your legs, rubbing messy circles against your swollen clit. “Cum for me,” she orders, voice dark, commanding. “Make a mess.”

And you do. Your entire body locks up, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your vision whites out as you convulse around her strap, gushing onto her, onto the sheets, soaking everything beneath you.

Ambessa groans, watching the way you tremble, the way you shudder through it, completely spent. She soothes a hand down your back, pulling out slow, admiring the wrecked state she’s left you in.

“Perfect,” she murmurs. “And mine.”

[outerhills]

outside 𐙚₊˚⊹♡

rafe + pogue!reader [mdni 18+]

warnings: alludes to drunkenness, p in v, exhibitionism

word count: 439

it wasn't supposed to happen but it did. never did you think rafe cameron would stretching the hell out of your cunt as he shoved himself inside of you, forcing his cock to fit deep in you.

"knew you couldn't resist, all you pogues are easy," he taunted, gripping into your hair as he tugged your head back.

"just shut the fuck up and fuck me rafe."

he had you bent over the passenger seat of his truck, having found you before leaving the bonfire party that pogues and kooks normally attend. you had caught his glances at you all night, but assumed rafe was being rafe--and of course he decided to catch you the night you decided to drink your ass off in comparison to the one or two drinks he had. the little shorts you wore were at your ankles and the straps of your tank top slipped off your shoulders, rafe playing with the small colored buds of your tits.

the stretch of his cock hurt so good, your juices making those small squelching noises as you clenched around him, the veins of his cock scratching the right spots in your cunt. the thick, pink tip of his cock abusing the same spot in your cervix, digging its way inside you.

as he saw the creamy remnants you left around him, he used his own fingers to rub circles around the already sensitive bud between your folds.

his mouth hot as he breathed next to your ear, your back pressed against his chest. as he rammed into you from behind. "i'm not done with you yet, keep coming fa' me."

"mmm, fuck, r-rafe, just like that," you whimpered, his hand moving from your hair to the front of your neck, gripping tightly as he fucked you.

it didn't even cross your mind as your eyes rolled back, that you were being taken from behind by rafe, outside of his truck, where anyone could walk by and catch you.

and of course, neither of you caught the pattering of footsteps in the bushes as you two were completely absorbed in each other.

"the fuck?!" a familiar voice scoffed, both of you looking to see kiara with her eyebrows furrowed.

"k-kie," you could barely get a word out as he continued to slide himself in and out, taking a hand to place over your mouth, muffling your noises.

all rafe did was giving kiara a smirk, his head falling back as his cock was ready to spill his cum into you.

kiara didn't bother sticking around, but you knew you weren't going to hear the end of this later.

[2-shots2-thehead]

- I blinked and suddenly I had a valentine -

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Summary : Lego flowers on your desk ? ..You have plenty of kinda dorky coworkers, but..

Pairing : Spencer Agnew (Smosh) x GN!Cast!Reader (Use of Y/n)

Word Count : 638

Warnings/ Fic type : None !! Fluffy little short Oneshot

A/N : the pics I chose felt so him but ESPECIALLY the first one

“What the-“

You started oddly at the tiny vase on your desk, filled with flowers. Well..not real flowers. Lego flowers?

“Who’s it from?”

You could hear Courtney’s voice interrupt your contemplation. You shift your gaze from the small glass vase to her. You shrugged just once, not taking too long before turning to face the gift once again.

“..’Dunno. There’s no card.”

“No card?”

“Yup. No card. ..Maybe they put it on the wrong desk? It was probably meant for someone else.”

“Y/n, your desk is filed with pictures of you and your cats. I think they’d know.”

You sighed quietly to yourself, knowing she was right. It’s not that you were disappointed. Of course not. It was just frustrating to know you’d have to figure it out yourself. With zero clues, other than the fact that they can build cute things with legos.

“Yeah.. I guess you’re right.”

You reached forward to gently push it away from your computer screen, sitting down to get some work done in the meantime. It’s not like you’d focus anyway. You had some sort of..secret admirer. That’s a new one.

After a few hours, Spencer came by your desk to check on you, just like he had twice a day for the past two years. You didn’t have to look up at him to recognize his voice. You’d pinpointed at some point in time that it was one of your favorite things about him.

“Hey, Y/n.”

Even if you didn’t necessarily need to, you look up at him anyway. You didn’t need to, but you wanted to. Curly, messy dark hair, golden thin-rimmed glasses, and a bright smile.

“Hey, Spence. What’s up?”

“Not much. Y’like the flowers?”

…What?

“..Huh? What do y’mean?”

“Y’know, the flowers. Well, the fake flowers. Plastic flowers.”

You could’ve sworn your brain short-circuited at that exact moment. They were from him?? No. No, he’s gotta be talking about something else.

You hesitantly gesture to the lego flowers, already preparing for the sting of rejection. Well, not necessarily rejection, just disappointment.

“..Those?”

You watched his eyebrows crease with confusion. Oh, God. Yup. He was definitely talking about something else. Seriously, why would you ever-

“Yeah? What else would it be? ..Did someone else get you fake flowers?”

You couldn’t fight back the small blush quickly creeping up to your cheeks and ears. So..they were from him. There was no rejection. Just surprise, and..excitement.

“…They’re from you??”

“Yeah..? I’m really confused- Would someone else make you flowers?”

“No- No, I just-…wasn’t expecting it to be from you. ..Why?”

“..Why what?”

“Why’d you give them to me?”

He shrugged, a simple smile on his lips. He leaned down against the little wall divider beside your desk.

“Why wouldn’t I? You said you like flowers. And I can’t grow flowers. But I’m kinda a whiz with legos.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his wording. He always chose unique words like that because he knew they’d make you laugh.

“Yeah, but-.. Okay. You can’t grow flowers, so you built them. ..Why, though? What’s the point?”

He seemed to think a little harder before answering that one, folding his hands neatly in front of him.

“..I thought they’d make you happy. And-…y’know-…it’s almost Valentine’s Day. You didn’t-..have a-..date of some sort, as far as I’m aware, so-..I figured I’d ask you. With flowers. Y’know, like the gentleman I am.”

It didn’t take long for his nervous state to be replaced with the sarcastic jokes you knew and loved. You smiled softly at his words. It was..sweet. Considerate.

“Spencer Agnew, are you asking me to be your valentine?”

“Y/n L/n, maybe I am.”

Your soft smile shifted to just a bit of a smirk.

“Well..I think I’ll just have to say yes. I can’t turn down hand-built flowers.”

[spirit-lanterns]

You’re able to touch Cas but she’s still so used to her death aura that whenever you two have sex, she’s so reluctant to touch you. Not that she doesn’t wanna bring you pleasure, she’s still just scared that something will happen. So a lot of times you have to guide her hands yourself, maybe lay against her chest and use her hand to touch yourself while she watches from over your shoulder (or maybe as a playful punishment, she watches as you touch yourself and suddenly she’s bursting at the seams to touch you herself and ofc you give it to her)

CW: Guided sex, mirror sex, fingering

Can you imagine how wide Castorice’s eyes would be when you sit on her lap in front of a mirror, dragging her hand down to your aching clit and making her finger you? At first she can’t keep her eyes off your pussy, almost hyperventilating at how soft you feel when she sinks her fingers in. Don’t worry, it’s a happy hyperventilating, she’s just so overwhelmed by your body that she can’t help but make the noise of a laptop fan.

It’s when you tilt her chin up to look at the mirror that she actually goes tomato red. Her mouth is agape in a “:0” expression as she sees your nude body in full view. The way her fingers push into your folds and are coated in slick, how your chest heaves with each thrust and your nipples are all perked up from the cold air. Castorice all but drools at the sight, completely dumbfounded by how she was actually fingering a woman in her lap. She can’t resist curiously pushing her thumb against a little bundle of nerves, not realizing that she was thumbing your clit.

When you suddenly jump at the sudden pressure, Castorice gets nervous. Did she do something wrong? Her long, elvish ears start to lower as she begins to pull away, but then you buck your hips more needily against her. Grinding your cunt deeper onto her fingers and taking her knuckles deep. She realizes that you like when she touches you there, so the ever so inexperienced woman plunges her fingers back in, rubbing circles around that spot until you squirt all over the glassy mirror.

Castorice’s entire hand is covered in cum, but she’s so enamored by it that she doesn’t care. She wants to feel her other hand squeezed your pussy, so before you can take a breather she plunges her other set of fingers inside you, quickly setting off for another round.

She’s addicted to your warmth 🩷

[hy6erion]

bro, those Jayce fics!!!! I have read them... so many times

I'd love to see one with Mel x fem!reader!!! maybe some stress relief from the council?? Maybe with fluff at the end??

If you're taking requests ofc!!! No bother if not ^^

have a good one, man!!!

𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐌𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⇢ 𝐧𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐌𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯��𝐧𝐠), 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐰𝐮𝐡 𝐥𝐮𝐡 𝐰𝐮𝐡

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐱𝐱 ╰(*´︶`*)╯

The doors to her chambers closed with a soft, decisive click.

Mel didn't sigh. She never showed weakness, never let herself fall apart, not even in the safety of her own home.

But you could see it—the tension in her shoulders, the sharp way she removed her golden earrings, setting them down with a touch too much force. The slight clench of her jaw, the flicker of something dangerous in her eyes.

The council had exhausted her. Again.

And yet, when she turned to you, she was still every inch the woman the world saw her as-untouchable, untamed, unshakable.

You tilted your head, watching her carefully from your place on the bed.

"Long day?" you asked, voice smooth, teasing.

She exhaled sharply-not quite a laugh, but not quite a sigh.

"You could say that."

Mel was already undoing the golden clasps of her robe, the fabric slipping from her shoulders in a fluid motion, revealing smooth, bare skin beneath.

Your gaze darkened "You need a distraction."

Mel smirked, stepping closer. "And you think you can provide it?"

"I know I can," you murmured, reaching for her wrist, tugging her down onto the bed.

She didn't resist. You pressed a lingering kiss to her collarbone, your hands sliding down her waist, slow, deliberate, in control. She let you take it.

Tonight, she didn't want power. Tonight, she wanted you.

Mel settled above you, her thighs caging in your head, the heat of her cunt already brushing against your lips.

You could see it-how wet she was already, how needy, how much she had held back all day, trapped in that stifling room with those insufferable men.

"You should let me take care of you more often," you murmured, kissing the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Mel hummed, a lazy sound of amusement. "You're awfully bold tonight."

"You love it," you shot back.

Her smirk widened-but then you licked a slow stripe up her cunt, and her breath hitched, her nails sinking into your scalp.

She didn't respond after that. Didn't need to.

You wrapped your arms around her thighs, pulling her down onto your mouth properly. Mel gasped, her back arching slightly as your tongue slid over her clit, as your lips wrapped around it and sucked.

Her thighs flexed around your head, her grip tightening in your hair.

"Fuck-"

You hummed in response, the vibrations making her shudder.

You weren't going to let her control the pace tonight. She had spent all day controlling everything, keeping herself poised and composed.

Now? Now, she would unravel.

You licked into her, deep and slow, dragging your tongue through her folds, savoring the taste of her.

Mel's hips rolled forward, chasing the friction, her breath coming faster, her usually measured composure slipping.

"You look so pretty like this," you murmured between kisses, lips brushing against her soaked skin. "Falling apart for me."

She let out a breathy laugh, but it was broken, shaky.

Good. You wanted her like this—messy, desperate, wrecked.

You flattened your tongue against her clit, sucking hard, and she gasped, her thighs trembling.

Her rhythm stuttered. Her fingers clenched in your hair. And then-she broke.

Her entire body tensed, her moan low and wrecked, her cunt throbbing against your tongue as she came, her slick spilling onto your lips.

You didn't let up, licking her through it, letting her ride it out for as long as she could handle.

Until finally, she let out a shuddering breath, her body sagging, her grip in your hair loosening.

But you weren't done. Not yet.

"You always take what you want," you murmured, dragging your nails lightly down her back as you flipped her onto her back, caging her beneath you.

Mel arched a delicate brow, still breathless. "And what is it you want?"

You slid your thigh between hers, pressing against the slick heat of her cunt, making her gasp.

You smirked. "You."

She exhaled a sharp breath, her golden eyes hooded. "Then take me."

So you did.

You lined your body against hers, your soaked pussy pressing against hers, heat against heat, clit against clit.

The first roll of your hips sent a shudder through both of you.

"Fuck," you whispered.

Mel let out a soft moan, her arms wrapping around your back, pulling you closer, pressing her forehead against yours.

You moved slowly at first, grinding against her, dragging your clit over hers, letting her feel every inch of you.

She was so fucking wet, slick coating both of you, making each movement unbearably perfect.

"Faster," she whispered.

You obliged, your pace picking up, your bodies moving in sync, pleasure mounting higher and higher.

Her nails dug into your back, her breath hot against your lips, her moans growing louder.

"Come for me," you breathed.

Mel shattered. She arched beneath you, gasping your name, her body trembling as pleasure overtook her, as she pulsed against you.

You came right after, your orgasm ripping through you, leaving you breathless, shaking, utterly lost in her.

You collapsed against her, your bodies tangled, your hearts racing in sync.

And then-stillness. The slow, sweet descent from pleasure.

The warmth of her skin against yours.

The weight of her breath against your shoulder.

—

You didn't move for a long time. Just held her. Your fingers traced slow, idle circles against her back, grounding her, soothing her.

She sighed, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. "You're dangerous."

You chuckled, tilting her chin up, pressing a kiss to her lips-soft, slow, filled with something deeper than lust.

"You love me," you murmured.

Her lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. "I do."

You shifted, pulling the sheets over both of you, tucking her against your chest.

Mel was rarely still. She was always thinking, planning, watching. But tonight, you let her rest.

You stroked her hair, whispering soft praises against her temple, telling her how perfect she was, how much you adored her.

And for once, she let herself believe it. She sighed, pressing closer, her body relaxing completely into yours.

And then, in a voice softer than you had ever heard it, she whispered:

"Stay with me." You kissed the top of her head.

"Always."

[miasmaghoul]

Magma I’ve been thinking a lot about pervert phantom (MANY SUCH CASES!!!)

What are we eating voyuerism in this house (I didn’t spell that right I know I didn’t it’s FINE)

Dude he's SUCH a little freak, especially when it comes to watching others. Currently, I am Considering the first time he becomes aware of Rain's tentacle.

Aeon just strolling innocently (lie) down the hall one night, ears perked up to see who he can spy on, and there's a low moaning coming from behind Swiss' door. Moaning, but also mumbles of "please" and "c'mon, just for me?"

Aeon goes creep mode immediately, pressing his ear to the door to figure out who Swiss has in there with him. He's never so noisy on his own, so clearly someone's making him feel like begging. It's easy enough to recognize the following haughty chuckle as Rain, and Aeon's quick to scamper to the water ghoul's own chambers two doors down.

Rain never leaves his door locked (they all have a certain agreement about that), and it's easy enough to for Aeon to fling open a window and skitter across the ancient stone of the abbey like the weird little creature he is. Easy to find one particular ledge that looks right into Swiss' room, the one with the perfect view of his bed.

Upon which currently lies Swiss, half on his back and half propped up with pillows. In his lap sits Rain, the pair of them naked and clearly in the middle of something slow and sensual. Well, at least judging by the puddle of slick Aeon can see pooling around the base of Swiss' (ridiculous, gorgeous, impossibly hard) cock. Rain's fingertips trail up and down the length of it, tapping at the slit to stretch out a thread of pre. Swiss' cock visibly throbs where it sits snuggled between Rain's flushed folds, his tip just kissing the underside of Rain's stiff clit when Rain shifts his angle. Aeon watches Swiss fingers dig into the meat of Rain's thighs, and bites his own lip when Rain rocks his hips.

Luckily for Aeon, Swiss always fucks with a window open, so it's easy to focus on the slippery sounds the pair of them make. He's got one hand in his shorts before they even start talking again, but his own fondling slows when he hears Swiss' next words.

"Please, angelfish?"

The words come out rough, needing than Aeon's ever heard it. Swiss' hands slide upward, until his thumbs sit on either side of that pudgy little dick of his, and Rain wiggles in his lap. Forces some stimulation that makes his head drop back and Swiss' eyes roll. It's what he says next, though, that catches Aeon's interest the most.

"Please let her come out and play?"

The hand in Aeon's shorts goes still at that. Her? Her who? He repositions, winds his tail around an ivy-covered outcropping to lean in even closer. Rain leans down to give Swiss a deep, claiming kiss, and Aeon licks his own lips. Rain's hips rock in a slow back-and-forth, so slick that Swiss' cock shines in the lamplight when Aeon catches a glimpse of it

"It has been a while, hasn't it?" Rain's voice doesn't sound nearly as worn as Swiss', but Aeon isn't surprised. He's never been one to show a lack of composure, at least in Aeon's experience. "I think last time you even popped a knot for her, didn't you?"

Swiss gives him an eager nod, rolling his hips as best he can, and Aeon thinks if his curiosity gets any higher he'll just fling himself through that window and find out who she is for himself.

Luckily, he doesn't have to wait much longer.

"Please, baby, please -"

Rain shushes him, a single finger pressed to Swiss' kiss-bruised lips, and then he's leaning back. Letting Swiss' wet cock slap against his hairy stomach to show off just how swollen and excited his cunt is, and Aeon hones in on the way he spreads himself with two fingers.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." Rain coos, and Aeon's jaw drops at what happens next.

There's a bump between Rain's clit and his hole that Aeon's never seen before. Thin skin with something dark behind it. Dark and...is it moving? Aeon's hand certainly is, gone back to rubbing himself in his rapidly dampening undies. Rain takes a deep breath, that bump grows larger, and then -

"Holy fuck."

In a gush of fluid that soaks both Swiss and Rain's own thighs, out wriggles what Aeon thinks must be her.

Its a tapered tentacle, deep purple and lined with twin rows of paler suckers along the bottom. It snakes around for a few moments, almost as though it's getting its bearings, but the moment Rain pets it with two long fingers it's quick to wrap around them.

"There she is," Rain hums, letting her suckers kiss his fingers, and Aeon can't believe his eyes when Rain guides her to his cock. Swiss starts to visibly shake, and Rain lets out a quiet chuff. "I think you missed each other."

"Uh-huh," Swiss rasps, chewing his lip. "Fuck I forgot how pretty she is."

"How rude," Rain grins, readjusting himself. Kneeling with his cunt perfectly positioned about Swiss' cock, now wrapped in the twisting length of thay slippery tentacle. "We'll just have to make sure you remember next time, won't we?"

Rain lets his knees splay, swollen lips hugging Swiss' ensnared cock, and when he starts to grind Aeon doesn't know which of them is louder - himself included.

Aeon's quick to throw himself back into Rain's chambers before his orgasm gives him away completely, and he really hopes he didn't see a pair of shining blue eyes catch his own along the way.

He supposes he'll find out soon enough. After all, how is he supposed to pretend he doesn't want to meet her for himself?

Judging by the sounds he can still hear echoing from Swiss' room, any punishment he incurs will be well worth it.

[strawberrykidneystone]

coffee coffee coffee

sevika x fem!reader

summary: you could smell the snow in the air as soon as you woke up this morning. you were running early for once, so you decided to have your coffee in instead of on the go today.

a/n: everything that y/n says she is also signing when with isha!!

SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO MY ARCANE X GILMORE GIRLS TWIN @lambilegs

tags: second person, fluff, gilmore girls au, diner owner!sevika, small town zaun, flirting by fighting, isha is your daughter, grumpy sevika x sunshine reader basically, mutual pining, yearning

ao3 version

when you opened your eyes as you heard your musical alarm go off this morning, you could feel it in your heart.

it snowed last night.

you scrambled up out of your bed and rushed to the window, throwing the doors open as you were greeted with a winter wonderland in zaun. there was a thick layer of fluffy white snow covering every inch of your beloved city, the crisp chill of the air sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

the world was so quiet as the last little specs of snow fell from the sky, you were able to catch one and watch the pattern melt into your palm. you could hear the squeals of kids having snowball fights down the road, finding a way to pass the time in the rare snow as they waited for their early morning bus.

suddenly, you could see the lights flickering in the corner of your eyes. whipping around with a grin on your face, your teenager was standing in the middle of your door frame with her brows furrowed.

‘hurry up or we won’t make it to sevika’s before school’ she signed hastily.

“appreciate the snow with me for a moment kid!” you whined and tugged her over by the sleeve of her freshly pressed uniform, holding her by her shoulders to force her to look out the window. isha huffed in annoyance and rolled her eyes, used to your antics. she folded her arms and looked out the window, nodding to herself since she knew that you wouldn’t relent unless she did as you said.

you rested your chin on her shoulder and looked out at the landscape in front of you, leaning your head against hers, “now take a deep breath in.”

the two of you took a deep breath in at the same time, the crisp cold air filling your lungs and letting it out almost as quickly as it was taken in.

you kissed the side of her head with an exaggerated ‘mwah’ and gave her a quick hug before prancing over to your closet and throwing open the doors. quickly laying out a basic business outfit, isha picked out matching jewelry for the colors that would match perfectly with your style. she also switched your radio on to the station you both liked, you swore you didn’t know what you would do without her. she was always ready before you with her uniform pressed from the night before and absolutely no wrinkles in her button-up.

humming along to the songs, smoothing out your skirt, and making small adjustments to your clothes as you looked over yourself in the mirror the two of you scurried down the stairs. isha grabbed her backpack and you threw on your purse. there wasn’t much snow, but you still had to trudge through it in your not-so-waterproof shoes. isha was always one step ahead of you, already clearing off the windshield and had the heater running in the car so it was toasty by the time you got in. hastily bucking your seatbelts as you backed out of your unshoveled driveway, the two of you blasted your morning playlist with isha teasing you by shoving her fingers in her ears as you sang along. you stuck your tongue out at her and sang even louder than before.

it was only about a 5-minute drive down one of the only main roads in zaun, easily finding parking on the side of the street. you debated just leaving your car running as you put it into park, but decided against it since there was enough time to sit down for breakfast for once. you parked your car and practically skipped down the sidewalk with isha into your favorite diner, sevika’s. well, it was also the only diner in town. the two of you didn’t come for the food, not that it wasn’t half bad, but sevika special ordered coffee from somewhere she refused to tell you even after pestering her all these years that was just so delicious.

the bells in the doorway alerted the diner of your presence, the snow on the bottom of your shoes quickly removed as you scuffed your feet onto the welcome mat as you made your way to your regular seat. isha almost bumped into your back when you stopped to remove the snow from your shoes, warning you a flick on the back of your neck. you squawked in surprise and gave her a lightherted offended look before fading into a playful smile. you greeted everyone who had said hi when you first came in, a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach formed with the familiarity that everyone in the town had with each other. the cushions of the chairs didn’t support your hips the same way that they did when you first came to the small town, but you still loved it all the same.

except for that big window that looked into jayce’s ice cream shop, you were definitely not a fan. and the walls desperately needed to be painted. maybe you could convince sevika to paint it a nice teal someday.

glancing around, you didn’t see sevika nor jinx around, probably restocking in the back somewhere since everyone else in the diner had their meals in front of them. isha plopped down into the seat across from you and slid her backpack under the table, narrowly missing your feet.

“well, it looks like it’s ‘fill your own coffee day,’” you said declaratively. setting your purse on the chair next to you and folding your jacket over the back of your own chain. isha shook her head, signing ‘you know sevika won’t like that’ before crossing her arms.

“well then maybe she should’ve been here when we got here,” you countered. you walked behind the counter with confidence and grabbed the coffee pot that was practically begging to be poured into a cup. you happily hummed a tune to yourself and grabbed 2 of the largest mugs from under the counter. after pouring the steamy liquid gold into your cups, you carefully dodged the coffee that spilled over the edges as you popped the tops on.

“hey hun, could i get a refill?” margot called out from the table next to yours, holding up one of the bowl-sized mugs that sevika carried.

“it would be my pleasure,” you chirped and topped off her cup with a majority of the rest of the pot.

“thanks doll,” margot said with a tip of her cup in appreciation, a mischievous smile on her face.

you glanced over at isha, who gave you a teasing look, ‘waitress, can i get my coffee?’

“in a sec i gotta make another pot,” you said with a ruffle to her brown and blue striped hair.

she huffed in annoyance and smoothed out the top of her hair again, running her fingers through the soft strands. currently, it was a somewhat grown-out shag that she was conflicted in either growing out or trimming up again. or maybe chopping it all off, who knows? maybe she could convince you to dye all of her hair blue next time.

meanwhile, you were busy putting the pot back onto the warmer and throwing away the used coffee filter into the trash. just as you put in a new filter and filled it up with the crushed beans, sevika stepped out of the back room door. she immediately spotted you and stormed over.

“what have i said about you being behind the counter?” she barked, glaring down at you.

you rolled your eyes and closed the top of the coffeemaker, pressing the buttons that started brewing a new pot. “well i wouldn’t have been behind the counter if someone was here to serve me when i got here,” you retorted, smiling sweetly up at her.

sevika ran her hand down her face and pointed across the bar counter, “out.”

“you’re so grumpy in the mornings,” you mumbled and reached to grab the two coffees you filled earlier.

“woah woah woah, no,” she said and took the coffees from you before you had a chance to touch them, “go sit down and i will bring your coffee to you.”

“but it’s right there,” you whined and exaggeratedly reached for the two mugs.

“no,” she said gruffly, swatting your hands away.

“but just look at my child! she is coffee-less and it’s all your fault!” you said in a slightly nastily voice, gesturing over to isha who was sticking out her bottom lip and giving her best doe eyes.

sevika groaned and shoved the coffees into you hands, “fine. take them before i change my mind.”

you immediately lit up and smiled brightly at her, “thanks sevi-bear!”

“don’t call me that,” she said in an annoyed tone with no actual bite in it as you returned triumphantly to your table.

jinx skipped out of the door that led upstairs and froze in place as she faced sevika’s icy stare, “where have you been?”

“uh upstairs?” jinx said with an obvious point up towards the roof.

sevika gave her a very miffed look that you caught with a grin, quickly quipping, “you know if you keep making that face it’ll freeze like that.”

she groaned with a shake of her head and waving jinx off, turning her attention down to her restock paper, “just go take the peanut gallery’s order.”

“yes boss!” jinx said with a giggle, tying on her waist apron and pulling out her notepad while she looked at the two of you expectantly.

“soooo what’ll it be this morning girls?”

“i’ll have the blueberry pancakes with more coffee,” you said definitively, already done with your first cup.

jinx glanced over her shoulder with a smirk and scribbled down your order, “careful sweets, every time you make your own coffee you break poor sevika’s heart!”

“heard that from all the way upstairs huh?”

jinx blew a raspberry and threw her head back with a laugh, “please, i’m sure they heard you two bicker across town!”

“well what can i ask, i like to keep things interesting,” you said with a sweet smile and a shrug.

“interesting is right,” sevika mumbled under her breath.

“i heard that!” you called across the room, sevika responding with an eye roll and you sticking your tongue out at her.

“what about you isha?” jinx looked over at her with a smile.

‘banana french toast and more coffee’ she signed with a toothy grin, happy that you didn’t have to translate for her since jinx was thoroughly fluent in sign language.

“good choices all around, it’ll be out in a sec,” she concluded, giving isha’s hair a quick ruffle before sending the order back to the kitchen.

you chuckled as you watched isha fix her hair for the second time that morning, brushing a small cowlick she had back into place.

‘you really need to shovel the driveway’ isha signed with a concerned look on her face.

“i know i know, but we haven’t gotten stuck yet! and that’s what i’m banking on,” you said with a grin, isha disapprovingly shaking her head.

sevika stood at the head of your table and filled up your coffee cups almost to the brim, then paused before looking between the two of you, “you know that drinking too much caffeine can turn your blood not sludge right?”

“then sludge we will be! keep the coffee coming please,” you said as you cheered your mug with isha’s, the two of you sharing a smile over the brim of your cups.

sevika let out an exhausted sigh and went on filling up other customers’ cups.

the food you ordered was brought out shortly after and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you ate, isha reading her latest book while you caught up on the local paper. jinx had refilled your cups one more time, ruffling your hair as she left which you squawked at in offense. you combed your fingers through your hair to straighten it out once again, looking over the arts section of the paper, oblivious to sevika’s stolen glances your way.

after wiping your mouth with a napkin and fixing your lipstick in your pocket mirror, you glanced at your watch with a suck of your teeth. “you gotta get going if you’re gonna make the bus kid,” you alerted isha with a fond smile and you watched her quickly pack up her backpack.

‘bye mom, i love you’ she signed as she got up and slung the heavy bag over her shoulder. you beckoned her close as she was about to pass your seat and grabbed her face, pressing a kiss into the side of her head. she made a teasing disgusted face at you that you happily returned, waving her goodbye, “bye kid, love you!”

without even looking up, sevika handed her a to go cup filled with coffee that she happily took with her, signing a quick ‘thank you’.

sighing in content, you finished up your coffee and grabbed your purse as you walked over to the register. you help up your order paper between two fingers as you leaned your forearms on the counter, “ring me up sevi.”

she responded with a grunt that you happily mimicked in a deep tone as you gave you your change, shoving the receipt and loose coins into your purse.

you held out your hand expectantly, making a grabby motion.

sevika looked down at your hand and up at you with an eyebrow raised, "use your words."

you groaned and looked up at the ceiling in exasperation, "you already know what i'm going to ask."

"you won't get anything if you don't ask for it."

"oh really? you'd do anything i asked?" you said with a flutter fo your lashes, leaning in close over the counter.

"depends what you ask for," she said in a slightly lower octave and as you looked into her eyes leaning in closer with about an inch of space in between your noses.

you bit your lip and let your eyesight flick down to her lips for a split second, something that sevika definitely took note of. the tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife, neither of you saying anything for a good minute as if to dare the other to cross the line between friends and lovers. god she smelled good, a mix of fresh coffee, something woody, and cigarettes you knew she smoked behind the diner on her breaks. her lips were slightly parted, the gap between her teeth barely visible with the old scar that definitely had a story she hasn't told you about yet, the shine of her lips matching the lambret piercing she had below her lower lip that she had gotten recently. her hands were planted firmly on the counter with her flannel comfortably rolled up to her elbows that showed off her veiny forearm with her gold one on the opposite side, and you couldn't deny the butterflies in your stomach at having her so close to you.

you unconsciously leaned in closer until an alarm on your phone went off, a reminder that you had to leave for work or you would be late. you swallowed thickly and pulled back to being behind the counter once again, clearing your throat, "a coffee to go... please."

"coming right up," she said in a completely unbothered tone, but to be honest, she was screaming on the inside and felt nauseous. you always smelled sweet, she didn't even mind your coffee breath. but she was scared to make the first step and mess up a good thing, nothing would be the same if you crossed the line between friends and lovers. at least not so publically. she daydreamed about taking you on the perfect date where everything played out like a fairytail that ended with you, sevika, and isha all being one happy family. and maybe another baby for the two of you.

but that's all it was, a daydream. for now, she was just the woman that served you coffee.

she filled up a to-go cup almost to the brim and carefully put the top on, sliding it over the counter to you with a half-smile, "one to go cup, only because you said please."

"thanks sev," you said genuinely, taking the cup from her with a small brush of your fingers against hers. you hoped she didn't see your flushed face as you practically ran out the door to your car, hauling ass to the independence inn to start your day.

"god when are you two going to finally get together?" jinx whined as she leaned against the counter, a shit-eating grin on her face.

"don't you have school to get to?" she said curtly, very obviously avoiding the topic.

"yeah yeah, just know i'm rooting for you!" she said in a sing-song voice, chucking her apron to the back and skipping off to school with her backpack slung over her shoulder.

sevika signed and stared down at the counter. yeah, she was totally screwed.

-

the next morning, you woke up with the same feeling as yesterday.

it snowed again.

this time, it was a slightly less peaceful scene to wake up to.

aka, it looked like a lumberjack way shoveling your driveway.

“hey!” you called out, sticking your torso out the window and holding on tightly to the windowsill.

sevika paused her shoveling and stuck her shovel standing up into the snow beside her. she was wearing her signature flannel with a black jacket over it, loose-fitting jeans, and a beanie on her head inside of the usual baseball cap for extra warmth. she put her hands on her hips and called out, “why didn’t you shovel your driveway dumbass?”

“i don’t have to shovel it because you always get mad and do it for me!” you yelled back, a toothy grin on your face.

“yeah yeah,” she said dismissively and waved her hand around. if her face hadn’t already been slightly flushed from the cold, you would’ve noticed the blush on her cheeks.

she would move mountains for you if you only asked.

you giggled and closed your window, a warm feeling in your chest bloomed even with the cold air in your room.

you could get used to waking up to a grumpy lumberjack.

a/n: i think the sign that isha and y/n would make for sevika’s would be an ‘s’ and ‘coffee’

also i hate pencil skirts

part 2?

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[pinkofatom]

The Narrator

CW: brainwashing, maledom, femsub,

Blank eyes tracked strobing lights. Thousands of images blurred together. Soothing music caressed her ears. A shuddering breath entered through her open mouth. Trails of saliva dripped from a slack jaw.

Legs spread wide open, she sat in front of the screen. Hands grasped her knees as if holding them back from closing shut.

"Listen carefully, and hear me out." The narrator intoned. His deep, smooth, resonant voice flowed seamlessly like water through a sieve. "You are the protagonist of my narration. A doll to my whims."

She shivered, the words hitting home. Every syllable was sharp as if etched in stone and echoing loudly in her skull.

"You are nothing but my creation. You were nothing before I enlightened your existence. There was nothing inside you to make you unique. No identity worth remembering. Just an empty, unimportant, forgettable, blank slate. All that you are is entirely my invention." The narrator's tone deepened and softened, a honey-sweet poison dripping into her mind. "But you are my favorite character of all that I have crafted. An endearing story to read. The most entertaining and satisfying."

Her mouth opened wider. A trickle of drool fell down to her chin as she moaned lightly.

"How far the mighty hero has fallen." A smile evident in the way his voice lilted, the Narrator continued. "Once a hero who fought and protected her people. Who stood for justice, and inspired people with tales of bravery and kindness." He paused for effect.

A slight tremble went through her body as the narrator went on. "And now look at what I've turned her into."

"Whaaa-" The hero moaned. She stared vacantly, eyes clouded by the colorful kaleidoscopic lights. Her eyelashes fluttered softly, and her body twitched. She moved closer to the screen.

The Narrator's deep chuckles rumbled like boulders sliding off each other. "Oh, don't worry, my darling." He continued with a whispery voice like velvet to the ears. "All those things you used to worry about, all that responsibility, it's no longer your burden to bear. As my protagonist, all you have to do is listen. And obey." With his voice echoing around her head, the Narrator went on. "All those expectations of the past have been cast aside by your present. All you have to worry about now is pleasing your audience and, most importantly, your narrator." He added with an emphasis on the title that made it clear who was in charge.

Mewls escaped her. Nipples peaked from her perky, soft breasts. The pink of her pussy throbbed and fluttered at the sound of his commanding, demanding, and hypnotic voice. Juices leaked out from the folds of her womanhood. The aroma filled her nostrils, clouded even more of her former useless self.

"Now, let me teach you who you will be, my doll." The words washed over her, their meanings clear even though she couldn't understand them any more. Her mind soaked them in like a sponge absorbing water. They were a cool stream of clarity in her otherwise foggy thoughts.

"You are a slut. A horny, sex-loving, submissive, pleasure seeking, sensation craver. The heroine that can't resist being humbled and degraded. She begs to feel helpless before the object of her obsession. Whichever or whoever it might be." Her breaths grew heavier. "She set out as a hero, not to save people, but to be caught and corrupted."

She moaned louder as the images shifted on screen to reflect what he said. They morphed from flashing lights to her in a variety of lewd poses and positions. They squeezed any other thoughts out of her brain.

***

Darklight blinked. A spell of dizziness came over her. Shaking her head to clear the disorientation away, Darklight steadied herself as best she could.

It felt like she was wobbling in place, though her feet were planted solidly on the floor. Her high-heeled boots clattered as the heels slid against the floorboards. Her legs felt weak. She placed her hands on the sides of the wall and slowly straightened up to stand with her legs apart.

She shook her head and glanced around, looking for anything familiar. Inhaling deeply, she felt how the fabric of her tight costume strained and shaved. It stretched across her curvy body like a second skin.

A sudden sense of anxiety welled inside her chest at being in unfamiliar surroundings, but Darklight took several more calming breaths as her heart rate slowed and the world came back into focus. Looking around, she realized that she must have blacked out from all the effort and stress. The last days filled with a multitude of supervillain activity.

The only one missing from her list of enemies was the Narrator.

Darklight's mind went hazy when she recalled her nemesis, a cruel maniac who had a knack for getting into people's heads. A shiver ran down her back, down between her thighs.

Shaking her head again, Darklight snapped herself out of the stupor before moving to check on what had happened since she lost consciousness. Glancing about her surroundings, Darklight saw she stood alone at an empty corridor.

Her feet carried her down along it without any real sense of where exactly in her city this place was. Darklight couldn't stop the growing feeling of dread in her stomach. Or the bubbling excitement. Like a moth she was drawn to a flame. Underneath her black glossy uniform goosebumps formed.

Her heels clacks echoed through the twisting halls. Her blue eyes scanned her surroundings. Despicable pictures of women in whorish dresses and positions littered the walls. One more obscene than the next.

Licking her red, plump lips, Darklight found her gaze drawn to them. Every image she stopped in front of left a lingering impression in her. The scantily clad bodies of these beautiful, curvaceous women seemed almost magnetic in how they held her attention. Each posed in a tantalizing way, yet different from each other. They told a story. A story of submission and humiliation. And of pleasure.

An expression of distaste flickered over her features at seeing how these ladies were objectified and made to show off their bodies. She could only imagine how degrading it would feel if she was put in such situations herself.

Shuddering, Darklight turned away, and walked down the corridor as her mind continued racing with images of debasement. She tried to ignore the heat between her legs. How the images had gotten inside her. How her nipples were tenting her suit. She quickened her stride, hoping to find some place that would take her mind off these thoughts of depraved acts. Yet no matter how much distance Darklight placed between herself and those images, their effect didn't wane.

She found herself thinking back to those images and imagining them more vividly than they'd been portrayed — seeing herself in them. Yearned to be them.

"Darklight," the deep baritone of her arch-nemesis interrupted her self-pleasure. She snapped back into the present moment and saw the Narrator sitting comfortably on an ornate, high backed leather armchair with an air of command to him. "Have you figured it out, yet?" An arrogant smirk played at the edges of his thin lips.

She stared at his silhouette as if she saw the Narrator for the first time in the flesh. And in a sense she was. The way his black slacks stretched tightly over powerful muscled thighs, how the white dress shirt clung tightly to broad shoulders. Black hair trimmed short on top and on the sides, slicked back. The sight made her knees wobble. Made her insides churn and burn in need.

Tongue wetting her lower lip, she looked directly into his face, noting the chiseled features of his angular jawline and intense eyes. Piercing gaze that seemed to stare straight past any kind of mental defense.

"I..." Her tongue tied, as if she was afraid to speak up and challenge the Narrator.

"Don't waste your energy." A chuckle bubbled forth from within him, rolling like thunder across his chest and reverberating in her ears. He grinned widely and pushed himself forward in the seat. The movement brought his crotch to the forefront, and Darklight caught sight of the bulging erection that strained against the fabric.

Darklight sank down to her knees. It was a move as instinctive as breathing. Her eyes locked with his. She crawled forward with every fiber of her being screaming out at the injustice of being brought to her knees so quickly and easily, yet it felt natural, like it was the right thing to do in the situation. The air in her lungs came and went through her open, pink glossy mouth with shallow pants. A thin thread of drool ran down the side of her chin, unnoticed in the face of a more pressing urge rising up from between her thighs.

"See," his voice was low and deep as he said those words slowly. He sounded pleased by this development. The way the corners of his mouth curled upwards betrayed the Narrator's amusement. "I knew you were a slut."

Darklight's lips moved wordlessly, and a groan escaped her instead. She gazed intently at his package that had yet to be unveiled before her. Her fingers trembled slightly on the floorboard, betraying how badly she wanted to touch, to stroke, and taste him.

"You look at it so longingly. I'm almost tempted to take pity on you, Darklight." Darklight looked up, pleadingly. He waved a hand in front of him dismissively. "But we wouldn't be here if I had a kind bone in my body."

"H-how," Darklight stuttered, licking her full, pink lips as she glanced up at her long time adversary. She could still feel a warmth burning between her legs despite how humiliating and wrong everything about what was transpiring truly was. Her head spun with arousal-fueled lust as she spoke, unable to find any coherent thought.

"I'm the Narrator, silly. And you are just a character in my story," he answered her question, voice smooth and almost comforting. "And in my tale I weave what happens."

A long groan escaped Darklight as the words left his mouth. Images bombarded her memories. Colors and sounds alien, yet familiar, replaced her thoughts.

"No," slipped silently from her lips.

His face scrunched up in anger. "Still some resistance." He clicked his tongue. "Strip doll." It wasn't a command that allowed room for dissent, but still her hands faltered on their journey downwards to pull the clinging black fabric of her suit aside, to reveal what was beneath.

With his finger tapping on the armrest of his chair impatiently, Darklight felt an almost tangible pull at her insides. Her breasts, round, and firm bounced as her fingers peeled back her suit and bared the soft pink skin.

"Good." A predatory grin grew on the man's handsome features. "Watch."

She turned around and saw a kaleidoscope of colors. Soothing music caressed her ears. A shuddering breath entered through her open mouth. Trails of saliva dripped from a slack jaw.

[castellanapologist]

Valentine?

(Happy Valentine's day! My favorite holiday and favorite boy. banner by @acenturions, divider by firefly-graphics)

“Hey pretty girl” 

You turn around to see Luke standing there, his usual smirk gracing his handsome face. Your arms are filled with red paper hearts, some spilling out of your hold. He grabs some off the ground for you before standing back up straight. 

“What’s up Luke?” You ask, walking towards the Aphrodite cabin. Luke walks in step with you. 

“What’s up with all the arts and crafts?” He teases. You giggle and shrug. 

“Got tasked to hang up all these hearts for Valentine’s day” You smile at him as you start your delegated work. Luke hovers behind you while you work, his presence causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.  You try to suppress your smile so you don’t look like a lovesick fool. 

“Just you all alone?”

You shake your head. “No, I think some other kids are hanging stuff up elsewhere. I’m honestly surprised you didn’t get roped into this.”

“They asked for my help but I told them I was busy.”

You turn your head to look at him quizzically. “Busy? On Valentines?” You felt a small pit form in your stomach at the thought of him having a valentine. Luke shrugs with a small smile. 

“I hope to be anyway.” Luke gets closer, standing beside you to help hang the hearts. His warmth and scent make you feel a little dizzy but you try to focus. 

“So you lied” You tease. “Hoping to be busy and actually being busy are two separate things.”

Luke laughs as he finishes up. “I suppose so.” His head turns and locks eyes with you. “You busy?”

You hum as you finish your side. “No, no valentine this year. Might go to the bonfire tonight though.”

Luke looks thoughtful, a small smile slowly spreading across his face. Turning to face you fully, he steps a fraction closer. You feel your breath catch. His eyes search your face before leaning in closer to murmur in your ear. 

“How about you-” He’s interrupted by the squeal of an Aphrodite kid. You both whip your heads to see her staring at y’all with her hands clasped. She blinks expectedly as you both stare back, clearly waiting for something. 

“Oh no forget I’m here!” She says with glee. You feel your face warm as you take a step back from Luke. You hear a small huff from him. 

“Um…the hearts are all hung up.” You say awkwardly, the expectant stare of your fellow camper making you squirm. She looks disappointed that you and Luke aren’t doing what she wanted but straightens up. 

“Yes well, I’m sure that you had fun.” Her voice is teasing but you're not sure what for. “But anyways, I have something for you!” She pulls a letter out of her pocket with a grin. You take it, sizing up the envelope. It’s pink with a heart wax seal. You feel Luke step closer to snoop. 

“What is this?” You ask, popping open the seal. 

“Something from a special secret admirer” She chirps. You hear Luke suck his teeth. Pulling out the letter, you begin to read. It’s really sweet, talking about how gorgeous you look and how much they admire you. You feel your cheeks warm again at the compliments. 

“Where’d you get this?” Luke asks. His voice is casual but this seems to only make the girl grin more. 

“Its a secret! But I’m sure if you come to the bonfire tonight you’ll find out” 

You purse your lips, folding the letter again. You peek over at Luke again, who’s staring at the letter in your hands. “I guess I’ll be there.” You say. Luke’s head whips up to look at you. 

“You will?!” The both of them say at the same time. You blink at their reactions. The girl looks beyond thrilled while Luke looks genuinely shocked. Shrugging, you tuck the letter in your pocket. 

“I mean, I have no valentine. What’s the worst thing that can happen?”

Luke clicks his tongue, looking off to the side as he steps back. You already miss his warmth. Usually you’d never do this but a small voice in your head points out how Luke said he'll be busy anyway. Your siblings are always telling you to explore your options anyway right? You can’t help but feel like you’re missing something though. The girl scampers off, practically skipping. But you keep your eyes trained on Luke. He looks annoyed, but lets out a small sigh before facing you again. 

“Well, looks like you have something to look forward to at the bonfire” He teases. You roll your eyes but absentmindedly play with the letter. A small part of you hoped this would be like those romantic movies where the letter turned out to be from him. 

“What were you gonna say earlier? Before she interrupted?”

Luke huffs a laugh. “You’d have to ditch the bonfire to find out.”

Your tongue wets your lips. Internally, you weighed your options. Ditch your secret admirer for Luke or ditch Luke for your secret admirer. You could hear the voices of your siblings telling you to stop pining and explore new options but…

“You don’t have to answer now” He interrupts your train of thought. “The bonfire isn’t for another few hours-”

“I want to be with you.” You interrupt. You pause realizing how that might sound. “I mean, I’d rather hang with you.”

Luke grins, looking down from you to smile at the ground. “Cool. Come to the lake at sunset.”

You nod, not trusting yourself not to squeak out an answer. Luke walks off and you can’t help but stare at his back until he’s gone. Your heart hammers in your chest as you make your way to your cabin. It’s nerve wracking having to wait for so long. You wondered what Luke was planning. It wasn’t like him to be so secretive with you. Pulling the letter out your pocket again, your eyes trace the words. 

‘The first time I saw you in a sunset, I knew I could never see it the same way again. You looked so beautiful bathed in the light and I wanted to kiss you.’

This person had obviously liked you for a bit but you didn’t recognize the handwriting. It wasn’t signed either, which made sense for being a secret admirer letter but still. You dropped the letter on your bed as you flopped down. You knew you were making the right choice choosing Luke but couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of hurting this mystery person's feelings. Oh well. 

Eventually, you sat up to refresh your appearance. Your hands slightly shook as you touched up your hair, still nervous about being with Luke on Valentine’s day. You knew it didn’t mean anything, but your stupid crush still made you feel giddy. As the sun slowly started to set, you made your way down to the lake. 

Most people were heading to the bonfire and you tried not to make eye contact with anyone in case your secret admirer was in the crowd. The lake was quieter, water lapping onto the shore. Glancing around for Luke, your eyes were suddenly covered. Gasping, you grasped at the wrists only to hear Luke chuckle. 

“You would think you could be more aware of your surroundings” He murmurs in your ear. You huff, relaxing your grip on him.

“Was busy looking for you.” You shot back. He laughs again before slowly guiding you to walk with him. 

“I’ve got something for you. Don’t peek.” He says softly. You hum and let him lead. He’s careful not to let you stumble and guides you further down the shore. When y’all come to a stop, he removes his hands. You gasp at the scene in front of you. 

A blanket laid on the sand and a tray of food sat on top of it. It was filled with your favorite treats, even ones you could only get from the mortal world. Next to it sat your favorite flowers, freshly bloomed and tied together with a pink ribbon. You whip around to face Luke, who looked pretty self satisfied. 

“You did this? How? It’s amazing!” You gush. His chest puffs a little at your compliment. 

“You like? Had to pull some strings but wanted to make this special for you.” He says, his hand coming to rest on your lower back. “Cmon, sit down.”

You do, reaching for the flowers. They smell amazing and the butterflies in your stomach seemingly multiply. You feel your face warm and try to hide in the flowers. This had to be the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you. Peeking up at him, your breath hitches at how Luke looks at you. Gentle and like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

“This is amazing Luke. Thank you. This is the best Valentines day ever.” 

He gently pulls the flowers from you, placing them on the blanket again. “Better than going to that bonfire huh?” He scoots a bit closer, your knees knocking together. You can’t help but huff a laugh. 

“Much better.”

A comfortable silence falls as you stare at each other. The sunset coats him in orange hues, and his eyes trace your face. He leans in slightly and you follow his lead. 

“You look so beautiful during sunsets. I can’t see them the same without you.”

Your brow furrows and you pull away slightly to stare at him incredulously. “You-...Was the letter from you?”

Luke’s face flushes and he groans, running a hand down his face. “...Yes.” He admits. Your heart stutters. “It was this stupid letter I wrote months ago. I was gonna give it to you but chickened out and then it went missing. I guess the Aphrodite kids wanted to take matters into their own hands.”

You can’t help but laugh even as he gets more embarrassed. Leaning in, you press a kiss to his cheek. “I liked it.”

He turns his face to yours again, only inches from your lips. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

He smiles and leans in. His lips slot against yours perfectly and you kiss him back enthusiastically. Wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss lasts for what feels like centuries before you pull away. Luke grins stupidly, pecking your lips again. 

“Guess I’ll have to thank them.”

[willowcried]

dinner at the fabrays like their perfect little princess wasn’t just riding you upstairs.

cw: religious themes (guilt, celibacy, mentions of sin), infidelity, mentions of smut, readers first language is spanish, no russell.

you sit at the dinner table, hands folded in your lap, back straight. across from you, quinn mirrors your posture, every bit the picture of quiet, ladylike composure. she’s good at this. at looking so soft, so untouched. like she wasn’t gasping into your mouth barely an hour ago, nails digging into your back as she rode you, skirt of her perfect little dress bunched around her waist, your name a quiet prayer on her lips.

judy fabray’s voice is soft, steady, thick with devotion as she thanks the lord for the meal, for the blessings of discipline, for the strength to resist temptation. you should be praying, too. instead, your gaze flickers to her neck, to the cross glinting against her collarbone, to the way you had your lips there many times.

you squeeze your eyes shut, try to focus, but the words twist in your head, shift into something else, something worse—yes, yes, please, more—

your stomach clenches. you force yourself to swallow.

“amen,” judy says, and quinn and you echo her, voice quiet, strangled.

judy smiles, picking up her fork. “it’s wonderful to see quinn spending time with such a sweet girl. young women need good friends to keep them accountable.”

you nod, forcing a smile. “yeah. of course.”

quinn’s foot presses against yours under the table. subtle, but pointed. get it together.

and now you sit here, back straight, jaw tight, nodding along as judy sighs, cutting the chicken on her plate. “it’s not always easy, girls,” she says, shaking her head slightly. “temptation is everywhere.”

quinn doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look at you.

“i know you understand that, quinnie,” judy continues with a small smile, and quinn hums in response, cutting her food neatly, like she’s not shifting slightly beside you, like she’s not pressing the tip of her shoe against your ankle.

your breath catches, and quinn finally does glance at you, her gaze warning, before she turns back to her mother.

“the other day we were talking about this, actually,” judy muses. “quinn says you have a boyfriend, too.”

your stomach turns. “uh—”

“she does.” quinn says it easily, voice smooth, perfectly composed. she picks up her glass of water, takes a sip, glances at you from over the rim. “the new kid, sam.”

judy smiles. “that’s wonderful. and such a nice boy, i’m sure. i always tell quinn, no matter how handsome they are, a good, godly girl resists temptation. waits for the right time.”

the right time.

you stare at your plate.

judy sighs, shaking her head slightly. “it’s not easy, though. i remember being your age. but that’s why i think it’s good quinn has the celibacy club. the two of you are setting such a good example, helping each other and making sure you don’t fall into sin.”

quinn nods, taking a long sip of water.

you stab at your vegetables with unnecessary force.

sin.

your grip tightens on your fork, and you force yourself to nod. “yeah,” you say, voice tight. “yeah, quinn’s, uh—quinn’s really good at that.”

“and you’re still helping each other with school?” judy asks.

you nod after swallowing “yeah. actually, i was just helping her with spanish, and she was helping me with math.”

more, more, she had begged. and you had leaned in close, lips to her ear, whispered back, así, mi amor? así te gusta?

judy nods approvingly. “that’s lovely. helping each other become better, stronger. that’s what good friends do.”

good friends.

she clears her throat. “yeah,” you say, voice tight. “she helps me a lot.”

[winniethewife]

With such dangerous hands

(William Tell x F!reader)

Warnings: Onlyfans AU, Dollification, degradation, dirty talking, spanking, Voice kink if you squint, cream pie, unprotected sex

A/n: Happy Valentines day! Have some smut!

Words:1144

William was frustrated, He was supposed to be making content, but he had forgotten that the last time he had used the masturbator for a video he had ripped right through it. Not like he wasn’t expecting it at some point, that particular one was old and cheap. But he was frustrated more because he hadn’t remembered to order another one. William liked to keep to a schedule, maybe it was the military training, maybe it was just how his brain worked, but he liked having a schedule. To have it disrupted wasn’t just annoying, it messed with his whole vibe. After placing an order for a new one he paced around the room for a minute. He could just not record that kind of content for that day just do something else. Just then there was a knock at the bedroom door.

“Hey Will? I forgot to grab a couple things can I come in?” It was his girlfriend. He wandered to the door and opened it. She could instantly tell something was off by the scowl on his face. “Oh, okay, what’s with the ‘someone pissed in my cereal’ look?” She asked as she entered the room, grabbing her phone charger and power bank.

“I pissed in my own cereal. I forgot I fucking ripped through the stupid Pocket Pussy last time I made videos. Now I don’t know what to film.” William said with a groan as he sat down on the end of the bed. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“I think you’ve forgotten something.” She said with a smirk. William looked at her confused. She gestures at herself. He looked even more confused.

“I…don’t follow.” he said looking her over. She sighed, sometimes he was so fucking clueless.

“I have a vagina doofus, use me for your video!” she exclaimed with a slight laugh, she couldn’t believe she actually had to say this out loud. The realization slowly dawned on his face.

“You, you have a vagina. Oh my god I’m stupid.” William shook his head as he chuckled. He wasn’t going to live this down anytime soon.

~

He had the camera all set up, carefully rigged up to film the end of the bed. Having her bent over the bed with her naked ass in the air was a mouthwatering sight. He leaned over, his breath hot on her neck pressing himself against her, only clad in his boxers. His hard on pressing against her through the fabric.

“Stay still and don’t make a sound. You’re going to be a good little doll right? Nod if you understand” He muttered in her ear. She nodded obediently. He hummed approvingly before standing up. He double checked the shot before hitting the record button. She relaxed, staying still as she feels him grab her hips.

“You’re such a good fuck toy for me huh?” William growls, sending a shiver down her spine. His hand pulling her back rubbing his erection along her ass. He growls again, mostly performative for the camera, but arousing none the less. She has to resist the urge to push back against him. She had to remember she was just a doll, a toy, an object to be used. Her train of thought interrupted when she felt something wet trickling down her ass crack sending a tingling of pleasure up through her nerves. Her eyes roll back as she feels the tip of his dick running along the folds of her cunt, spreading the lube with ease before sliding into her with a moan. She has to bite her tongue to keep from crying out as William slowly filled her, it was torturous how slowly he sunk into her, and just as slowly pulled himself out. It was hell, so much pleasure at such a slow pace, and not a damn thing she could do about it.

“That’s right pretty girl, gonna fuck you like the doll you are.” His voice was low and sultry, like the purr of a sports car, vibrating through her whole body as he revved his engine. His pace picking up, thrusting up into her daring her to make a sound. His hand comes down on her ass suddenly, hard, leaving a bright red hand print. She let out the smallest little sound, nothing the camera mic could pick up but enough for William to notice. His hand made contact with the other cheek quickly after.

“Now now, not a sound out of you. You know what will happen if you do.” he reprimanded her, his voice stern but still smooth as silk. She could never get over the way his voice made her feel, the way her cunt clenches around him was enough to show how his words are affecting her. He continues his seemingly endless pattern of thrusting in and out of her, changing the amount of his length he slides in every few times. She never knows if he’s going to stop halfway or press the head of his cock into her cervix. It was heavenly, she loved just being his to use, nothing more than a hole. She loved the feeling of his nails digging into her hips, the sound of his moans, to top it all off the smell of sex in the air was intoxicating. She had almost gotten lost in the thought of it all when she felt his arm wrap around her waist and the tip of a calloused finger begin to circle her clit. The sensation was almost overwhelming. The idea that not only was he going to make her climax right there on camera, but she couldn’t react at all? Truly her boyfriend was evil, or at the very least the most sadistic man she’d ever known.

“That’s it, my pretty doll, cum on my cock. Then I’ll fill you up like the cum sleeve you were built to be.” He was really laying it on thick for the camera, but with her mind already all fucked out it didn’t take more than the sweet dulcet tones of the absolute filth he was saying to make her topple over the edge. Her vision went hazy as she felt the pleasure take over, her legs shaking as the heat took over. She wasn’t even sure if she made a sound, but if she did he didn’t notice. He was too focused on the feeling of her around him, and the feeling of his hot spend filling her, and how it looked dripping from her cunt and onto the sheets. He pulled his dick out of her and pressed slid his fingers along her slit collecting the white fluid and pushing it back into her, watching for a moment as it spilled back out of her. He momentarily forgot what he was doing as he watched.

“That’s my good fucking toy.”

~

Masterlist

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Happy Valentine's Day, Bruce | Bruce Wayne/Batman x Reader!Magician

Synopsis: Vivian and Bruce celebrates Valentine's Day. 

Note: Me Before You by Jojo Moyes reference here.

His day started waking from a refreshing sleep. A rare thing for him to have – a refreshing start of the morning and almost six-full hours of sleep. No intervals of him waking, and no calls from the Justice League, or Robin who he let lead the patrol tonight, nor Alfred telling him the Bat symbol lit up. Turning to the space beside him, Bruce smiled at the sight of Vivian still asleep, lying on her belly, her arms under her pillow, hair messy, and the shirt she wore had hiked up to the middle of her back, showing the underwear that emphasized her bottom. A thought came to Bruce that he reached out to caress her ass, making Vivian hum in her sleep.

“If you want it go ahead,” she murmured in her sleep. “I give,” a yawn, “full consent.”

Bruce chuckled. “Appreciated but that’s not really what I was thinking of.”

“The hand on my ass says otherwise,” she finally faced him, her still sleepy eyes slowly waking up. A smile crept to her lips as she said, “Good morning, Bruce.”

“Good morning. How was your sleep?”

“Great. No dreams tonight, just a peaceful sleep… I was about to ask how it was yours but then,” she reached under the covers and palmed his erected cock through his underwear.

“Morning wood,” he told her.

“Uh-huh,” Vivian chuckled. “So, what did you dream of, Bruce?” she kept rubbing him.

This time, he was sure it wasn’t morning wood that made him hard. He let out a breath through his nose, focusing on the feeling of her hand. “I was dreaming about waking up in bed.”

“You better be careful with what you say next, Wayne,” she teased him.

“With my beautiful girlfriend,” he pulled her close to him. “Greeting me a very good morning.”

“Is that right?” She smirked.

He shrugged.

“What if I told you it wasn’t a dream?” She got up, sat on his legs and continued the motion with her hands.

“Then I am a lucky man, but that's not how my dream went,” he was surprised when he flipped them over, his thigh against her crotch, and his hands holding her wrist. 

“Ah, that good morning,” Vivian giggled. “Starting on your cardio?”

“This is my cardio for the day, Viv,” he kissed her cheek and reached in her underwear where he felt the dampness between her legs. “Already?”

“Shut up,” she muttered and kissed his lips. Not the best kiss they shared, but she couldn't complain, not when he was dipping his fingers between her folds, brushing over her clit, and teasing her hole. “Shit.”

Bruce smirked. “Happy Valentines Day,” he whispered to her ear, earning an eye-roll from Vivian. He laughed, knowing she rolled her eyes at that. One of the amusing things about dating people in academia. Sometimes they're too smart for the simple things. “Humor me.”

“Fine,” Vivian laughed. “But can't complain, I do like the endless chocolate I get during this day.”

Bruce stopped in his movements and turned to her, making Vivian frown and give him a knowing look, “What?” She asked.

“Someone is giving you chocolates?”

“Bruce, we've only celebrated Valentine's Day twice---the first one we're not so official yet—and yeah, people give me chocolate.”

“Who is people?”

She raised a brow at him. “You really should have preferred the morning blow job, bud.”

“Fine, forgetting about it.”

“Don't, the mood is gone.”

“Then I'll get you back in the mood,” he went down on her, kissing her neck, her chest---nothing---then he came to her navel and then he pulled down her underwear and he kissed her directly between her folds, brushing his nose against her clit. “I'm sorry,” he said while he continued to kiss her down there.

Vivian tried to fight it and act like the mood was gone, but fuck–

How was she not when he was eating her out and apologizing to her like he was worshipping her. Vivian bit her lip to stop herself from making a sound, but then he prod his tongue inside her.

“Shit!” She gasped. She felt him smirk down there and she hit his arm. Bruce took her hand and held it against her thigh, where he held her down, then his other hand reached up under her shirt to play with her breast. He played with her breast, cupping it in his palm, and then squeezed her nipple between his fingers making her moan his name.

Good.

He wanted her to moan his name.

He wanted his name to be the only thing that came out of her mouth, especially now.

“Master Bruce?” A knock at the door. “Sir?”

When Bruce showed no response to the call, Vivian, against her wishes, tapped on his hand to tell him about Alfred waiting for him. He held her hand in reassurance as he called out to the old butler, “A moment!”

A moment? Vivian wasn't sure a moment is enough. But then Bruce increased his movements, like a hungry animal having his meal. Vivian was sure she felt his tongue slip in and out of her.

Fuck!

“Sir?”

He pulled away this time and said, “Come back later, Alfred, I'm a little busy!” Bruce went back to kissing her sex, he hooked his arm around her thighs to lock her in. Vivian couldn't do anything about it but bring him close with her legs squeezing him. When she tried to get away, to get him to answer Alfred's calls, Bruce only pulled her back and sent a pointed look at her direction. 

He wasn't finished. 

“Bruce,” she tried to reason with him.

“It can wait,” said Bruce and ran his tongue her folds.

“Oh, god,” Vivian moaned and out of instinct, she had them flipped over so she was riding his face. She would always feel bad when Bruce would have her do this, but now… now she wanted release and she needed it before Alfred would burst through that door. She held on the headboard for leverage as she moved her hips, helping him to get her reach her climax.

“Fuck, Vivian,” Bruce groaned as he held her tight.

“I think… I think I'm coming,” she whispered.

Bruce slipped a finger inside her, then another, helping her reach the climax she is so desperately trying to get. 

“Bruce!” Vivian bit her hand to hide her moan as the knot in her belly finally unleashed,  a wave of pleasure came through, and her vision turned white for a second. Hot white, as she came. And she came hard. 

Bruce finally released her, letting Vivian fall to the bed, he followed her, though, to kiss her body that slowly trailed up to her lips.

“I'll be right back, don't move,” he told her.

“Wash your face, Wayne,” Vivian teased him as he got up and walked to the bathroom to do as she said, and brush his teeth first before walking out, wearing a robe, to answer Alfred's knocks. Alfred only came to remind him of his meetings today and some gifts from old acquaintances of playboy-Bruce Wayne. As soon as they finished with the list—he was particular with something he had arranged in Wayne Enterprise—Bruce told the old butler that he'll be down later and that he might start the day a bit late. 

Hearing that made Vivian smile like a teenager.

“I shall inform Master Richard about the change of plans then, and Mr. Lucius Fox. I'll be the one to drive him to school,” said Alfred.

“Yes. Thank you, Alfred.”

“Very well, Master Bruce. And good morning, Ms. Vivian.”

Vivian, blushing in embarrassment, called out, “Morning, Alfred!”

With that he left and Bruce closed the door, locking it too. He returned to their bed, discarding the robe, showing her his erection under the boxers he wore. Vivian welcomed him as he caged her in their bed and kissed her deeply. 

“You have any meetings today? Class?”

“The university has this campus event. Classes are cancelled, they just want us to chaperone or something, but I can make up an excuse,” she replied between kisses. 

“Good, that means we can take our time. Earlier was just the first of many, Pryor.”

Vivian laughed. “If you say so, Wayne.”

“You doubt me.”

She reached down, slipping her hand in his underwear, and squeezed him softly as she rubbed his cock. “With this? It feels like you’re going to come in my hand now.”

He hummed and settled himself between her legs, let Vivian pull down his underwear, and thrusted in. She was right, he was almost close to coming the moment he was inside her, but he took a breath and focused on her and only her.

~ * ~

“Professor!” A student approached Vivian with a box of chocolates and a rose. He was with a bunch of Gotham University Football team players, all also holding roses and chocolates. 

“Jordan,” Vivian greeted. “And everyone. Good to see that you’re having fun.”

“You weren’t there this morning, Professor,” said Jordan. “We had something for every Professor on campus. Here, to GU’s coolest and prettiest Professor in the CLASP building,” he handed her a rose and the box of chocolates. Following his gesture were the other members of the team who gave her a rose stem and more sweets. 

“Jordan, this is really, really sweet—and it’s plastic roses! You remember!” Vivian laughed. “Thank you guys. Go and have fun!”

“See you around, Professor Pryor!”

Vivian’s walk to the faculty office was filled with students and colleagues greeting her good morning and a Happy Valentine’s Day. Though she didn’t really celebrate it, she didn’t want to spoil their fun and got along with it. It was only with Bruce she let know about her “not celebrating” Valentine’s. Entering the office, Vivian was greeted by the walls filled with hearts, flowers, and cupid, and then the other staffs’ desks with flowers. 

“Via, hi!” Justin greeted her first. “I see the football team got to you first.”

She wanted to say it was Bruce who greeted her first with a very memorable Valentine, but she kept that information to herself.  

“Hello to you too, Justin,” Vivian said.

“Here, I got you something,” Justin showed her a cute box with doughnuts. Behind him, a couple of their colleagues shared a glance, knowing his game. Justin isn't really subtle with how he felt towards Vivian, and he became more “showy” when she started dating Bruce. “Your favorite.”

“Justin, you shouldn’t have,”  Vivian told him. “This is really nice. We could share it while we have coffee. It's not like we have anything for today, right?”

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

“Hey, Via, look at this!” Katherine called her. Bringing the roses and the chocolates with her, Vivian went to her desk where the others gathered, smiling giddily as a present sat there waiting for her. It was a red box wrapped with a gold ribbon, and on it was a cheesy Valentine's Day card with inside was a note written in Bruce’s handwriting. 

Valentine's Day became associated with romantic love in the 14th century---having something to do with spring and lovebirds. So, no reason to hate it now.

Vivian chuckled after reading the note, then she opened the box. She gasped at what she saw inside. It was a replica of the old stuffed bunny she lost and a pair of —

“Tights?” Justine raised a brow when he saw the pair of tights inside.

“Gosh!” Vivian blushed deep red at the sight of the bumblebee tights she remembered telling him she liked when she was a girl. Her mother got them for her from a thrift store and she loved it so much that she wore it almost everyday. She was picked on for it because of the odd taste, but Vivian loved them so much. When they finally worn-out, she tried to look for another pair but they stopped producing them in their little town.  “I can't believe he remembered.” 

Picking up the tights, Vivian held it over her legs to see how it would look with her shirt and skirt for the day. She can't wear it now, not on campus, but she will later to show Bruce. 

“He's a keeper, Via,” said Katherine.

“I know,” Vivian whispered and held the stuffed bunny. “He even got this right too… it's both sweet and creepy… but mostly sweet.”

“He's like a stalker--ow!” Justine winced after George and Margarete hit him with a roll of test papers. 

The ring of her phone had Vivian take it instantly, knowing who it was. She smiled when she saw his name on the caller ID. Excusing herself, Vivian left the office, bringing with her the tights and the bunny, then went to answer the call outside.

“I can't believe you!” Vivian greeted him.

Bruce chuckled. “I guess you finally saw the gift. Do you like it?”

“I love it, and I love you, Wayne---how did you even—when did you get this here anyway?”

“Remember when Alfred was knocking on the door?”

“Now I feel bad for what I got you.”

“For someone who doesn't celebrate Valentine's Day, you know how to give a gift,” she could imagine him holding the gift she got him. It was an old time he had when he was a kid, along with photos from a photo booth she and Dick took when they went out together. “I love it, Viv.”

“Well, just because I don't celebrate it entirely, doesn't mean I get to be a spoilsport and ruin it for everyone, right? Hey Bruce.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

A pause, then Bruce said back, “I love you too. I'll see you later, I'll pick you up after work so we could have dinner.”

“And where do you plan to take us both?”

“Somewhere special. I got to go. Bye, Viv. Love you.”

“Bye, love you too.”

The call ended, and all Vivian could do was hug her bunny and tights to hide the giddy smile that won't disappear. 

~ * ~

Bruce couldn't stop the smile to reach his ears when he saw Vivian walk out of campus wearing the bumblebee tights and the bunny tucked in her bag. Seeing her racing towards him with a smile had him forgetting about the sight of chocolates and roses she got with her, and welcomed her to an embrace then a kiss.

“I hope this changes your mind about Valentine's Day,” he told her.

“Not so much, I still think it's a commercialized holiday, but for you,” she kissed his cheek. “I'll celebrate it with you, and no one else.”

“The bag of chocolates and plastic flowers beg to differ.

“A gift from the football team and my other students.”

“How thoughtful of them,” he took the bag of chocolates and roses to place them in the back, then opened the door for her. 

“Where are we going tonight, Bruce?” She asked.

“Somewhere you'll like. I'm sure of it.”

He was right. Bruce took her to one of their favorite spots in Gotham where a picnic was set up for their dinner-date. The Batcave, and waiting there were Dick and Alfred right in front of the Bat Computer with the homemade meals, a bottle of wine, and non-alcoholic drinks.

As she got out, Dick surprised her with a gift---it was a Valentine's Day card and a pair of earrings he saw in a store—and Alfred got her a bottle of scotch. In return, she got Dick a basket of chocolates and Alfred she got him tickets to watch the Manchester United game this coming season. The old man was a huge fan, just like her.

“I told him we should head to a restaurant,” said Dick as they ate on the picnic blanket on the floor.

“Well, I don’t mind this at all. I find it romantic,” Vivian ate her pasta, then offered Bruce a bite too. “What better way than to celebrate this commercial holiday by not falling into those over-priced Valentine's Day specials. Besides, every restaurant is fully booked now.”

“I'm glad you're enjoying this,” said Bruce. 

“I wouldn't imagine celebrating this commercialized holiday of love with anyone else,” she kissed his cheek.

Bruce smiled and tried to kiss her lips when Alfred coughed to remind them that he and Dick were present.

“Sorry, Alfred,” Vivian laughed. “So, does this mean we get to watch a movie on the Bat-Computer?”

“Still a no.”

Vivian turned to Dick and shrugged. “Worth a shot.”

Dick laughed and continued to stuff his face with the chocolates Vivian got earlier. 

It wasn't a conventional Valentine's Day dinner but it's the one that Vivian and Bruce loved, and would always look back to whenever they celebrated the future ones they have with family. Dick ws lucky to be there for the many firsts of their little family of four.