#minx season two

[soft-persephone]

Minx Season 2 Epjsode 6???

I am.. gagged. I truly am speechless (but also kinda not because here I am making this post).

Joyce and Shelly? That was truly brilliant. Joyce is a lil bit selfish by nature of her attention seeking and other validating tendencies, but to learn that their mother walked out on them and Shelly is kind of like her mother figure as well as her sister?? That changes so much of how I view them in season 1!

Shelly is so right about Joyce! I am so glad she’s taking more time and agency for herself as well as in terms of her sexuality! I am so glad she’s able to explore that with other woman other than Bambi! Shelly is so smart and capable, it was amazing to see the more personally side of her and how she may navigate herself through certain professional as well as relationship field!

Open marriage?!?!!

This show does character so well. And they just keep so much shit to themselves that they’ll give us all the answers to our questions with one little line, but it still makes so much sense! It still feels very true to the character and executed perfectly!

How is this show this good?

I am yelling at the sun at this point!

And TINA?!?! DOUG?!?!

That could have went either way!

This show and the way it build suspense and plays with your expectations. I was more nervous than they were about this dinner! Like yay proposal! But the more they brought up the family business it was obvious what they wanted you to think about it in terms of Tins, Doug, and what they have at bottom Dollar.

But they don’t do that! Like any of it!

Tina and everyone in the family hates that fucking stationary company💀

I’m still laughing at how she told her mom she needs to sell it and stop passing it around like a cursed hot potato!

The conversation Doug has with her brother Marvin? How they all claimed he stole Tina away and charmed her into being his secretary? And like talked her out of her family?

That is a serious conversation, but on the other hand funny as hell. Because that the first thing black family will say when you leave home supposedly with a new partner!

Like the snake charmer comment made at Doug had me rolling!

But they wrap it all up with Doug defending himself but just giving her some speech probably about how she has potential and how amazing she is, and giving her the courage to leave herself!

And then her brother is automatically convinced to just leave! Doesn’t even have a passion! Just goes with trucking and tells everyone deuces!!

Funny and heartwarming.. have I mentioned how much I love this show?

And we learn in real form with Doug that Tina is supposedly going to be the head of Minx International!

And we like Tins, have no idea what that’s going to be.

But he’s not even mad or sad. He just wanted her to tell him. Because he tells her everything! Good or bad.

And Now we don’t even know if they are on the same page relationship wise!

I am pulling out my hair at the roots!! Like I am relived but my hearts still broken! What happens now? Is she taking Doug with her? What the fuck does he even do anymore?!?!

Constance better count her mother f’n days!

I think she’s tryna keep him at bottom Dollar and out it out of business. I mean he own 49%, but he doesn’t have a day on anything but merch at this point. And now Tina is over international.

So where does Doug go?

What is Constance planning? Whatever it is, she wants him out the picture and I am terrified!

So far no one but Bambi is noticing how scattered they all are!

……down to the C plot with Richie and Bambi on drugs, this show does a lot!

Bambi thinks of everyone as a little found family and not the “co workers” that they are as Richie points out!

Which is very ironic because he calls Doug and Tina Mom and Dad in that one episode during season 1 (callback bitch! I am smart!)

And Richie is very much a mood in that regard. However they do have a bond. They’ve all been with each other at their lowest, and Bambi just wants to make sure their together at their highs too!

And Richie is very in tune with his own career and artistic voice! There’s a lot of demand but Joyce isn’t letting him flurish on Minx!! And he’s also very concerned about his BAG! As he mf should!

But he is very obviously (or should be obviously) queer!

And the journey to his self portrait is as funny as it is heartwarming!

This episode ended kinda heavy.

I think it’s about Joyce now fully hating her success. Or just being a it embarrassed by what she just did.

If that was me I would have just jumped off the plane.

In conclusion, I still have an unhealthy relationship to this show and it’s fictional characters. I might need serious help, but this is a fandom space on tumblr, so I’m just a “super fan” that makes “fan related content.”

[kiyoomiee]

part one. part two. part three. part four.

boxer!sukuna who’s pining after you for over a year now. This man would constantly cross the lines and push any boundaries you set just so you could spare him one date. He doesn’t mind the chase, it only makes him want you more.

boxer!sukuna can’t take his eyes off of you during the company’s year-end party at the bar. His eyes were eating up the outfit you wore. The dress hung perfectly on your curves. He’s dying for a touch.

He’s on his sixth drink now, he’s tipsy for sure. You two were left alone in the VIP booth, while everyone partied on the dance floor. His arm rested on the back of your seat, fingers ghosting over your shoulder as he watched you drink your tequila shot.

You frowned at him when he stole the lemon you were holding. He smirked and raised his brow, silently daring you to take it from his fingers.

What he doesn’t realize was, you too had too many shots now and were high on liquid courage. Never breaking eye contact with him, you didn’t hesitate to move closer and suck on the fruit from his hold.

Fucking hell, you little minx. He bit his lower lip to suppress a groan.

His eyes dart from your eyes to your lips. You gasped when you felt his hot tongue licking upwards from your chin up to the side of your lips, savoring the lemon juice that dripped.

“Sukuna” You called him softly.

“Yeah, baby?” His half-lidded eyes stared back at you.

“I should punch you for that.”

He chuckled, your pouting lips only invites him more.

“A woman after my own heart.”

boxer!sukuna who possessively wraps his arm on the back of your thigh to pull you closer when he noticed Toji Fushiguro staring at you curiously. Toji, his sparring partner for today, was curious about the lady doctor that Sukuna was so obsessed with.

“Stop staring Toji, she’s mine.” He glared at the man from across the ring.

“���m not yours Sukuna.”

“Could’ve fooled me baby, you’re wrapping bandage on my hand like a wife would do.”

“I literally do this for other players too.”

“Hmm.” Was all he replied, he was busy staring at your face. You rolled your eyes at him when you noticed.

“You’re so beautiful doc, wanna go out with me?” Your hands stopped for a moment, he didn’t miss the blush creeping up your face.

He’s been asking you for a date relentlessly over the past year. Maybe this time you’ll finally give in.

“When you win the championship this season, maybe I’ll say yes.” You say, avoiding his eyes as you finished wrapping up his hands.

Sukuna was stunned, he didn’t expect you’d say yes after rejecting him so many times.

“Fuck me. Fushiguro! You heard that? She finally agreed to be my woman!”

“Yeah I think you have a hearing problem, you lovesick fool.”

“He’s right. Selective hearing can damage your brain Sukuna. You aren’t even champion yet.”

You stated, but he doesn’t care. All Sukuna heard was that he finally has the chance to make you his (wife) girlfriend.

“I promise you, that belt will be my consolation prize. I’m coming home with you as my trophy.”

[jamminvroomvroom]

ruined.

LN x fem!reader - 4k celebration

based on this request!

in which, why wouldn’t they fall in love?

back with another celebration request! thank u anon, love this one sm! so tempted to make something longer form outta this one omg... lemme know what you think of this, hugs hugs hugs

i had to reupload this! sorry if you already interacted :(

songs to set the mood: let’s fall in love for the night by finneas, you are in love by taylor swift, sofia by clairo, till forever falls apart by ashe and finneas

warnings: 18+!! minors go away dni!! smut, fluff, swearing, alcohol consumption, voyeurism? kinda? friends to lovers, mutual pining

3.4k words

“i bring gifts!” you call out, throwing the keys on the side. you shuffle your feet against the doormat, awkwardly balancing the bottle of wine you hold in one hand and the box of pizza in the other. it doesn’t help that you feel like the michelin man, bundled up in a jacket and a scarf. you kick off your boots, leaving them haphazardly in the hallway.

“in the kitchen.” lando shouts back, and you trudge towards the sound of his voice, sliding around in your fluffy socks.

“i hate all of those stupid little cars that everyone in monaco seems to drive.” you tut, sliding the pizza box across the counter, the bottle of wine clinking against the granite.

“even my jolly?” lando pouts. he’s waiting with two wine glasses, even though you’ll drink most of the merlot while he scrunches his nose up in distaste, but this is routine, standard procedure.

“i do miss the jolly, to be fair.” you give him that much, grinning playfully.

five minutes later, your coat and scarf are long forgotten, slung over one of the high chairs that line his breakfast bar. you’re in the living room, sprawled on one end of the couch, him on the other. your feet rest in his lap and the pizza box rests across your knees. some series you’ve been trying to watch for weeks is playing on netflix, but you aren’t really paying much attention.

“so, you’re telling me,” you pause to take another bite of pizza, swallowing between giggles, “you’re telling me that you heard oscar through the wall?” you choke.

“yeah, i’m telling you! little oscar is definitely not… little, from what i heard.” he cackles. “and then afterwards, bless them, they were all dishevelled and he would not make eye contact with me.” lando explains, both of you a mess of giggles.

“oscar piastri, what a minx.” you shake your head in disbelief.

“as if that’s what i needed, by the way! the dry spell was not helped by whatever him and lily were getting at.”

“dry spell? you? don’t lie to me, norris.” you kick him gently.

“what? i’m serious! start of the season has been so busy, haven’t had time to… get busy.” he wiggles his eyebrows and you roll your eyes.

“welcome to my world, you prick.” you tease, kicking him again. you catch his ribs as you do, knowing full well you’ve hit the prime tickle spot.

“what’s your excuse?”

“excuse you, i’m a busy gal! we can’t all be famous jet-setting f1 drivers.” you feign offence, and he grins toothily.

“i meant,” he starts, speaking slowly as if you’re stupid, and for a third time, you kick him, a tad harder than the last two times. “you’re a catch, how are you not getting laid?”

you pray he can’t see the way you’ve gone pink.

truthfully, he’s the damn reason. how can any man live up to the one and only lando norris? how can anyone compare to your best friend? world famous, beautiful, down right hilarious, beautiful!

lando’s the guy that picks up the pieces every time some loser breaks your heart. he’s the guy who’s key you keep on your overflowing keychain, the guy who buys duplicates of the skincare products you use, so you can keep them at his place - you still laugh every time you remember the first time he tried to pronounce salicylic acid. he’s basically your guy, but after 10 years of friendship, you’re not willing to tell him that.

“just… not.” you shrug, tucking your hair behind your ear. he hums in response, sounds like he doesn’t believe you, but he drops it.

you sink three glasses of red, the pizza box is on the floor, and your eyes are drooping, heavy.

“bedtime for you, methinks.” lando whispers, gently shifting your feet from his lap. you frown, missing his touch already. you make grabby hands at him, too comfy to move on your own. “want me to carry you?” you nod lazily, a smile stretching across your face.

he slides one hand under your legs, the other under your back, and hoists you up. he holds you close to his chest, your head resting against his heart, so close that you can hear the soft thrum that keeps him warm.

“thank you.” you murmur as he places you softly on your- his guest bed.

“anytime, honey.” he smiles down at you. he thinks you’re so pretty like this, so sleepy and cosy. he fights the demons that tell him to crawl into the empty space beside you. “there’s some water here, sleep well, love.” he walks away, reaching the door when:

“love you.” you coo. he shivers. you always say it, and he always says it back, but lately, it pains him.

“yeah. love you too.”

lando pulls the door to quietly, leaning against the wood for a moment trying to compose himself.

-

it’s been an hour, and you’re sobered up, wide awake in the dark.

you try to fall asleep, really, you do, but your mind is moving a thousands miles an hour, and all you can think about is his dry spell. your dry spell.

how can you sleep when you know he’s on the other side of the wall, as needy as you are for a warm body. you also know that you’ve soaked through your underwear. you’re wildly uncomfortable, restless, desperate for a sweet release, whether that be of sleep, or something else.

you can’t ask him, it would be a step too far, despite how torturously close you already are. so instead, you drive yourself insane with the thought of him; the image of him, head thrown back, slick and sweaty, cock hard in his hand.

what’s the harm in helping yourself out?

you’re throbbing, hot all over. you lose the war with yourself and your hand trails shamelessly down your body. you’re so sensitive that you’re instantly stifling moans, hand slapped over your mouth. you can’t get the earlier image out of your head, and you pray he’s on the other side of the wall thinking about you. you’re desperate, bucking your hips into your hand, aching for a release. you wish your hands were lando’s, big and rough, toying with every quivering part of you.

you have an idea, a twisted one, the kind that almost sends you over the edge. what would happen if you let yourself be as loud as you wanted, if you tore your hand away and cried out like you wanted to? every shred of rationality leaves your needy body.

you’re whining, clear as day. your resist calling out his name as your high builds, tweaking your clit between your fingers. you’re so dangerously close, hovering right on the edge. that’s when you hear it.

on the other side of the wall, your vision of lando has become a reality. your faint whines through the wall have him rock hard, fucking his own hand. he wishes it could be yours, and with the way you’re crying out, he doesn’t think you’d oblige to sitting on his lap, wet and pretty, and letting him sink his cock nice and deep.

but he can’t cross that line. not with you. it doesn’t matter how badly he wants you, how he’d go to the ends of the earth for you. one night wasn’t worth ten years of friendship, washed down the drain.

his hand speeds up, his head thrown back, at the same time as you slip two fingers inside of yourself. you fingers curl, hitting deep when you hear a throaty groan sounding from the other side of the wall.

you’d think a millionaire would have thicker walls.

he hears the exact moment you cum, a noticeable change in your sounds. they’ve gone up an octave, breathless, and before he can even register, he’s spurting thick white ribbons that land hotly on his skin.

you clean yourselves up, rooms apart but the same exact things running through your minds.

i just got off to the sound of my best friend.

-

you nibble the crusts of your toast. the kitchen is quiet, painfully so, and the air is still.

lando has his back to you, making you another cup of coffee. he’s forgone a shirt and you try your absolute best to ignore the warm glow of his skin. he looks radiant. you know why; orgasms can do that.

“lando-“

“we don’t need to talk about it, honey.”

“um, i was just gonna tell you that you’re burning your toast.” you snicker.

“oh, fuck.” he slides along the floor to the toaster, burning his fingers on blackened bread.

when he turns to you, he’s tinged red, grinning bashfully.

“moving on.”

“i need to get home but dinner later? i won’t stay the night.” you wink. you crave the normalcy that once was, the light, teasing nature of your friendship.

“i’ll cook.” he’s still blushing.

“ooh, on second thought.” you suck air through your teeth, pulling a face.

“get outta here.” he sticks his tongue out at you.

-

dinner was… well, it was edible.

he made spaghetti and some kind of sauce, one that you couldn’t quite work out the contents of but it was good enough.

“thanks, lan.” you smile softly, helping him clear the few plates off the table.

“anytime, honey.” he replies.

you’re standing at the sink, placing the cutlery down when you feel him behind you. you spin around, instantly regretting it, because you’re caged in. he’s leaning up to reach into a cupboard, frozen. so, so close. his panicked breath fans your face and you can feel the heat of his body.

you lean in, because why wouldn’t you? and so does he, so, so close. your hand that rests on the edge of the sinks moves so that you can reach out and cup his disgustingly perfect face but then-

a knife that had been hovering between the counter and plunging into the soapy hot water gets nudged over the edge by your clumsy hand and clatters against into the bowl.

the irritating noise springs you both back to reality and he jumps away like an orange cat. you grimace at the awkward tension, and he scratches the back of his neck. and then you’re laughing, hard, and of course he joins in because this situation is utterly ridiculous and your laugh is so beautifully contagious.

“oh my god, what is wrong with us?” you wheeze through the laughter, leaning back against the counter.

“last night was… insane. and now everything feels weird so, let’s just go back to basics.” lando smiles gracefully. you nod.

“that sounds absolutely perfect.”

“netflix?”

“and chill?” you chime in sarcastically. he glares at you. “couldn’t help it.” you hold your hands up in faux surrender.

-

you don’t know when you fall asleep, but you conk out, head lulling against his shoulder when you do.

he haunts your dreams, fingers thick between your thighs while you whimper his name. you must be out of it, so deep in your slumber that it takes lando a good few coos of your name to draw you out of it.

when your eyes shoot open, he’s looking down at you, a single curl falling over his forehead, taunting you.

“you dreaming of me?” he grins, something in his eyes that snaps you out of your grogginess.

“wh-why?” you splutter, sitting up. he’s still so close to you, coy smile pulling at the corners of his pink lips,

“kept making these little sounds, panting my name. got me thinking.”

“about what?” you whisper.

“how much i wanted to pin you to that bed last night and make you cry for me.”

“is this gonna ruin us?” your voice trembles with a unique blend of fear and anticipation.

“after last night? baby, we’re already ruined.”

his lips meet yours, tentative for just a brief second, and then it’s passionate, warm, lightning. his hands are firm on your body, pulling you impossibly closer until there’s no other option but to clamber into his lap. your hands find his hair, tugging wildly until his curls are a disheveled mess, pulled every which way.

“you’re so beautiful. want to tell you all the time but-“ lando mumbles into your mouth, urgent and hushed.

“but friends don’t do that.” you cut him off.

he pulls away from you, his nose bumping yours. his eyes are so blue today, sparkly.

“i think we’re more than that.” he mutters, lips brushing yours. “i think we have been for a while.”

“yeah.” you pant. “yeah we have. yeah.” your eyes dart between his and his kiss swollen lips.

and then you’re licking into his mouth, sighing at the relief. he paws at your waist, warm hands sliding under your jumper, gliding over your hips and up, up, up, until he’s dragging the material over you head and tossing it carelessly to the side. he kisses over your collarbone, licking and nipping while his hands smooth over your bra. he plucks at the fasten, and you relax as it snaps open, and the straps slide over your shoulders.

“is this okay, angel?” he whispers.

“perfect.”

his thumbs trace over the curve of your breasts, teasing your nipples gently, enough to send shockwaves through your body. you’re subconsciously grinding down on him, dragging your hips over his crotch, mouth dropping open when you hear the way his breath catches in his throat.

“driving me insane, honey.” he gulps, rolling your nipples between his fingers. “need to get inside of you.”

“hurry up then.” you sound desperate to your ears, delicious to his.

“do you know how hard it was to stay in my room last night? when i could hear you making those pretty little noises? you’re so bad.” he tuts, lifting you off of his lap and laying you back against the couch.

nimble fingers undo your jeans and you jolt as he slides them down your thighs, intimate touches on intimate skin. you lace your fingers through his hair, pulling him down to kiss you, and you moan into his open mouth when his fingers trail beneath your underwear.

lando dips his fingers between your folds, groaning as soon as he feels where your wetness has pooled in your panties. you’re intoxicating, he thinks, and he’s starving for you. he pries his hand from between your legs, lapping at his soaked digits. his eyes fall shut, eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks.

your taste sparks something within him, and he wriggles onto his belly, resting in between your thighs. he toys with your panties, just for a second, and he can’t help but latch on. he laves his tongue over the growing wet patch, eyes fluttering shut. he drags your underwear to the side, lapping over your cunt messily.

“taste so good.” he slurs into your pussy, depraved and ravenous. you buck your hips, the sensation of his words sending rumbles of vibrations to every one of your nerve endings.

you writhe against the plush couch, sinking deeper between the cushions as he fucks his tongue deeper and deeper, burrowing his face as far between your thighs as he can go.

“lando, ‘m so close.” you gasp, tugging hard at his curls, taking your nails across his scalp. he whimpers, whimpers, at the sensation and that’s enough to finish you off.

he keeps going, kitten licking you through your orgasm and you pant, nothing but white behind your squeezed shut eyes. you have you drag him away, overstimulated and twitching against the silvery grey fabric of the sofa.

“fuck.” you laugh, breathless.

“good?” he smirks.

“shut up and come here.” you make grabby hands at him, and he clambers over you, smiling wide, his lips coated shiny and red.

“you’re pretty.” he coos, licking his lips clean.

“so are you.” you whisper.

he collapses on top of you, urgently slotting his lips over yours. he slides his hands all over your frame, memorising every dip and curve, while your hands find the waistband of his joggers. you push the material down his hips gently tracing his hip bone; he shudders at the graze, kicking the fabric away and wrapping his hand around his cock.

you glance down, taking in the sight before you. he’s thick in his own hand, red and slick already, as he runs his hand over himself.

“you want me?” he manages to ask through gritted teeth.

“please.” you whine, reaching to replace his hand, but he bats you away.

“patience, baby. wanted you like this for so long, you can wait a few seconds.” he scolds, condescendingly.

you don’t get a chance to talk back, because he’s sliding inside of you, nice and slow. your eyes roll back at the delectable stretch, he’s bigger than you’ve had in a while, and you hum lowly. he kisses over your throat and you can hear his shaky breath fanning your ear. you’re fluttering around him, adjusting to him with small circles of your hips.

“do something.” you beg, hushed and breathless.

“you think you can take it?” lando taunts, but you can hear the way his voice waivers as your walls spasm around him.

“can you?” you whisper, giving as good as you get. something inside of him snaps and pride kicks in, because before you can even truly gloat, he’s barrelling into you.

you cling onto his shoulders greedily, digging your fingertips in to whatever part of him you can get hold of. he thrusts so deep, all the way in, before dragging fully out, leaving you aching for him to fill you up again. he’s going quick enough that you can’t really complain, but slow enough to tease, to drive you insane beneath him. it feels too good to hurry him up, he knows what he’s doing and you want to take it, feel him like this. you’re quivering, his cock hitting every single spot that makes you tick and you think you can die happy now that you’ve had him.

“i’m so close.” you warn, overstimulated from your first orgasm. he ups his pace, just enough to send you spiralling, and you can’t keep your eyes open as you let go, your legs kicking out.

it’s too much when you open your eyes and find him staring down at you, sleepy and sweaty. he’s gorgeous like this, pupils blown, bronze skin glistening in the low light. he feels the way you throb around him, still buried so deep.

“not done with you yet, angel. c’mere.” lando sits back, pulling your limp body along with him until your right back where you started, sprawled over his lap.

he’s so close to his own release, pained and restless, and you can feel the head rubbing against your clit. even in your state of pure exhaustion, you can’t help but grind down against him, and he lifts your hips enough for you to sink down on him.

your sounds of pleasure ricochet off of one another’s, animalistic contentment spilling from between two sets of equally swollen lips. you’re so full like this, rocking tiredly, backwards and forwards.

“just like that, baby. just like that.” he’s breathing heavily, brows furrowed. his head tips back, neck thick and flexed, and you’re thrown back into the deep end of your fantasy.

“oh my god.” you choke, tears of satisfaction building. “lando!” you cry, meeting his shallow thrusts. he’s guiding your hips up and down, just enough to hammer against that special spot that makes you whine his name.

“cum for me, baby, last one. know you can do it pretty girl.” the praise knocks the last bits of air out of you and you collapse forwards into his arms. he holds you tight, groaning sweet nothings and your name like a prayer, right in your ear.

“you’re definitely staying tonight.” lando laughs softly, coming down. you think back to your earlier refusal, grinning lazily.

“guest room?” you joke, kissing his shoulder.

he pulls you back so that he can look at you, cupping your face.

“you’re never staying in that room ever again.”

he kisses you, then. soft. warm. home.

it’s natural, everything you’ve been missing, and somehow the only thing you’ve been missing in your relationship with him. he already gave you everything you could ever need, tonight was the cherry on top.

“are we gonna be okay?” you whisper, so quiet that you can barely hear yourself. fear pools in your belly.

“i hope so. ‘cause i’m never letting you go now.”

-

i feel so warm inside hehe

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[sugurouge]

— cupidity : luke x f!reader x kieran

contains! food is part in the beginning, deceiving, manipulation, pet names (princess, pretty, little minx), female oral receiving, manhandling, non-established relationships yet they all are aware that reader 'belongs' to sylus — 2.5k words

summary: with the head of onychinus at their feet, only a fool would find fascination with his assistants. but something about their masks and little tricks keeps occupying your mind. what will it be? the cookies you come into the kitchen for, or the twins eager to find a much sweeter treat?

a/n: listen, sylus is a bit more lenient here.... let a girl dream! 🌝

inspired by this playlist on youtube

How did you manage to find residence in the care of Onychinus’ leader, surrounded by men that are all ten times more fascinating than the residents of Linkon? How was it possible to not only feel attracted to Sylus, but his assistants as well? How greedy can one person become, really? 

Both, Luke and Kieran, found a comfortable nest in your mind, as you wondered what lay beneath their crow masks, behind the devilish horns.

But weeks have passed without any improvements. They remain covered up, you remain unwilling to resonate with their boss. By now, you find yourself growing rather shy whenever the double trouble is near. You’re never sure if they even glance your way, yet your eyes remain fixed on anything but them, except for a few stolen glances. How could you not succumb? 

Their witty remarks towards their boss have you chuckling despite the circumstances. You would never admit this publicly, but all three men have become rather hospitable, much nicer than you ever imagined people of their ranks to be. There’s no harm done if your eyes happen to rake over their figures for a second or two.

Or so you think.

Only a fool would believe they haven't noticed your stares. Haven't teased their boss over your eyes glued to them instead of just him. So a bet has been made. Rather uncharacteristic for Sylus, the bet is about you. And if they manage to make you fall for their little trap, they are invited to enjoy a little entrée. 

You’ve been up late as of recently. Horror movie marathons during the spooky season are just your cup of tea, especially alongside those decatend sweets you have been stealing from the kitchen at night. So here you were, up way past your bedtime again, searching once more, for a sweet treat. You wander through the halls on your way to the kitchen, feeling secure that you won’t encounter a soul. Yet, as soon as you find the cookies from this afternoon, cool fingers cover your eyes. The sound of the treat hitting the tray echoes through the spacious room as a gasp escapes your lips.

“So, you’re the cookie monster.” Another finger trails down your spine, causing you to subconsciously stand straighter, bringing you a little closer to the lean torso behind you. “Been wondering who’s been stealing my late-night snacks.” A low, slightly raspy voice whispers beside your ear. You can feel his presence hovering above you, yet his full touch remains elusive. “I—I didn’t know anyone had dibs on leftover cookies…” you attempt to calmly excuse your so-called wrongdoings. “Well, I do. I’m a hungry guy, y’know?”

Instead of replying, your mind begins to piece together the idea that if he is here to grab a snack, he surely mustn’t be wearing his mask. Suddenly, the hand covering your eyes seems easy to grasp as you quickly turn your head to look into Kieran’s face. “Nuh-uh,” he’s too perceptive, as if he can read your thoughts just as well as Sylus. You find yourself caged between the counter and his body, which is now pressed closer to yours, successfully preventing any escape. His fingertips squish your cheeks, forcing you to stay still. “No stealing glances either, princess,” he sounds unbothered, quite unlike his skilled reactions to your little moves a moment ago. Kieran reaches for a cookie to finally indulge in the sweet taste. Between bites, he continues his little ramble. “Can’t unravel that secret over some cookies; we enjoy your attention too much. You look so adorable when you try to stare without being caught. Luke would never forgive me. You’re far too eager to know what we look like…”

“I don’t!” Your protest comes a heartbeat too quickly, too eager in its denial. It prompts another chuckle from Kieran, a sound that seems full of mockery. “You’ve got to get better at lying if you want to survive in the N109 zone. But boss probably told you that already.”

The feeling of defeat steals the bite from your words; at this point, you just want to retreat to your room. “Just eat your stupid cookies and leave,” you demand, making Kieran laugh once more. “Aww, don’t tell me you’re giving up that easily.” At that, he offers you a cookie as well. You can feel his gaze boring into your side profile; from the corner of your eye, you make out the sharp features of his face and fiery eyes. He’s far more tempting than that cookie. “Say please,” his demand is so sweet, so soft, it almost doesn’t sound like the same person.

The shivers running down Kieran’s spine are worth more than the treats before him. The way you make a simple word sound this good is nearly diabolical. “Please,” you manage to choke out, before your teeth graze over the inside of your lip. “See, I’m nice. I know how to share.” The little demon behind you muses.

You bite into it, nibbling on the snack with your eyes glued to the counter. “I’m actually really good at sharing things, y’know? Had to learn that since…”

Your sweet moment gets interrupted in an instant. Like Kieran summoned the other demon with the start of his sentence as a deeper, muffled voice now joins your conversation. “Your amazing big bro always made sure to give you a taste of his treats.” You would have even preferred to have Sylus join this scene rather than Luke, but tonight seems to hold no favours for you. 

“You know that I’m the nice brother. The caring one. Never keeping things for myself.” There’s a double meaning behind Luke’s words. You’re sure of it. Kieran can hear the whimper you try to suppress. He drinks in the defeated expression that spreads over your features. “If you wanted cookies, you could just get some yourself.” The younger twin quips back as the older brother draws closer to you both. Their grips exchange almost seamlessly.

Your focus shifts from the younger to the older twin. Suddenly, your head is being cradled by Luke’s hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks. “You’re not here for cookies,” you state, and the way you sound so proud has them both laugh again. “I’m not?” Luke challenges, his head tilting sideways to have the little jewellery dangle off his horn. His touch leads down along your jaw to rest on your throat and dance over your exposed collarbones. Your pulse quickens, doesn’t it?

 “But I’m here to grab something sweet as well.” In the next moment, Kieran covers your eyes once more. The sensory deprivation leaves you too aware of the sandwich they have created. You’re caged between the twins, back pressed into Kieran’s chest to leave you open and vulnerable for the surprises of Luke. However, you didn’t anticipate the stillness that welcomes you in the dark. You expected them to overwhelm you the moment they unite, teasing you until you run back to your room all flustered. Instead, you’re starting to feel awkward, too exposed for your own liking, as even Luke’s touch leaves your figure. “Then… then grab it,” you murmur, desperate to break the ice. “Grab what?” they both ask in unison. Luke’s previous statement seems to have already slipped past their memory, you conclude. 

“The swe-” you’re cut off by shock bursting inside your body as a pair of lips encases your own. Hungry, hot, he devours your words and pants until your knees turn weak. Kieran wraps a hand around your waist, holding you a little closer for stability.

“Delicious,” Luke mumbles against your lips, “thanks, princess.” Upon these words, he pulls away and fixes his mask, your dumbfounded reply of “You’re welcome,” nothing but amusing to him. However, as he turns to leave, Kieran is the one to protest. “Hey, what about me? I wanna kiss her too!” he can feel you tighten in his hold, can notice the difference of temperatures from your heated cheeks to his icy fingers as they remain to cover your eyes. 

They both freeze as your pretty voice speaks up, cross your heart and hope to die. “I’ll close my eyes!” 

A “huh” in unison meets your promise. You feel this awful stillness make a reappearance. If only you could guess what they are contemplating. 

“Man, since when did you get so obedient?” Kieran wonders, but Luke leaves you no room for a reply. “Probably since I kissed her so well, right?” Your eyes are finally uncovered, yet it's incredibly difficult to keep them closed as you’re promptly being turned on your heels, face cradled in the already familiar chill of Kieran’s hands to let his lips clash with yours.

His kisses are slower than Luke’s, more passionate. You give back too willingly, kiss him with greed, unrelenting. It makes Luke almost envious. If it wasn’t for the great view of your back, you grace him with. Those tiny shorts doing a poor job at covering your ass. With one glide of his fingers, you feel blunt nails push into the plush tissue while the fabric between your legs is getting dragged higher and higher into your pussy. Kieran feels almost bad for the moans he swallows, yet only a fool would stop kissing you during a time where you feel more bold, more needy. The palm of his hand finds rest on your back, to push your tits against his chest and make you arch further for Luke’s games. For his hands to grab your hips, to pull your ass against his crotch, grinding carelessly against your pulsing cunt. 

They push and pull you back and forth between them, their greedy hands unrelenting in their advances while turning you into a willing mess. 

“Greedy minx,” the older twin murmurs, but he sounds a little too pleased for you to take the insult seriously. you feel deft fingers lace around your throat to draw you away from Kieran’s lips and into Luke’s chest. “I wasn’t done yet!” the younger twin’s protest fills the space between and Luke’s chuckles vibrate against your back. “I thought you’d be dying to eat her out instead of just kissing like teens,” Luke teases his brother. How they manage to have filthy banter like this is an enigma to you. “you’re right,” the younger of the two replies while already going down on his knees in front of you. It’s getting really hard to keep your eyes closed. But you promised. 

His touch makes goosebumps decorate your thighs. How could they not chuckle about your cute reactions? “You want him to eat you out, right, pretty?” Luke mumbles, his chin rests on your shoulders. It’s a comfortable spot to be. “Let him know how much you want his tongue,” he encourages. You signed up for a kiss, now you’re having them undress you in the kitchen. “W-what if anyone walks in?” you try to reason with them, but your panties are discarded regardless of your words. “We'll give them a good show,” Kieran breathes the words against your pussy. You feel the tip of his nose tease the sensitive skin. “Now tell me,” he urges as well, while his fingertips are the only stimulation you receive as they dance along your skin. You hum, what kind of silly reply is that? “You’re smarter than that, kitten.”

They can’t possibly all be here for those damned cookies. 

You struggle in their hold and cannot keep your promise. Your eyes fly open wide, yet you only think about staring towards the door, towards the familiar raspy voice mocking you, like he always does. “Sy-” once again, your words are cut off by the twins. Your moans sound whiny as Luke pinches your nipples through the flimsy fabric of your top while Kieran hoists your legs on his shoulders to devour your pussy.

It’s impossible to keep your eyes from rolling in their sockets, to keep your hips from grinding against Kieran’s face. 

The atmosphere shifts around you three as Sylus draws near. You feel it in the way Luke’s body stiffens, how he releases your breasts from his ministrations. “Boss, I thought you said it’s okay if we play with her once.” 

Yet the nonchalance dripping off Sylus’ words and reactions causes you to look at him once more. His eyes roam your body. Luke subconsciously obliges and reaches for the neckline of your top to expose your tits to dark red eyes as well. “Once, yes,” Sylus speaks too calmly as he watches you get eaten out by one of his assistants.

You quiver so much under Kieran’s tongue, you really like the twins that much better than him?

His brows crease in wonder, lips pursed slightly. He’s clearly not accustomed to women that seem immune to him. “What else did I tell you?” Sylus inquires. You know he’s not talking to you, yet your staring contest addresses every fibre of your body. 

Kieran drags his tongue along your pussy, his teeth graze your clit before toying with the nub, flicking against it until your moans echo through the kitchen. But the way Luke and Sylus continue their conversation makes everything seem awfully miniscule. Large hands cup your tits once more, to play with your nipples and squeeze the fat. “No fucking, no fingers, no stretching her,” you whine upon the list of rules, missing exactly that sort of friction they are prohibited from giving you. “Only allowed to give, not take,” Kieran mumbles into your folds, you feel his cheerful grin too clearly as your thighs press against his cheeks. “That should be enough to kill the curiosity of all three of you,” Sylus concludes, arms now crossed in front of his broad chest. “Isn’t it, kitten?” 

You were already too far gone; you didn’t even register the words until the all too familiar pet name. Once more, do you entertain the three with your surprised “huh?” as your body can only produce moans and whines from the twin’s actions. How can he still expect you to think?

The tap of Sylus’ fingertip against his temple is nothing short of a mockery, a smirk spreading on his face over how amusing you are to him. “Do you want more, sweetie?” Upon his question, he comes closer as well, just like you are close to your orgasm as Kieran seems too caught up in your pussy to stop himself or give you grace. However, to that specific question, you can offer a nod, a quick little nod begging him, them, for more. Sylus watches almost happily as your chest heaves in exhaustion, he notices how wide your pupils have gotten as your little mind is all but consumed by naughty thoughts. “More you shall have, but not from them,” he concludes, the ghost of his touch teasing your cheek while keeping enough distance for Kieran. “Apparently I need to teach a stray kitten her place.”

You come undone, the mental overstimulation even greater than the physical one as your body craves for more, pussy practically begging to be stuffed.

If only you could be able to enjoy the high coursing through your body. But Sylus has other plans as he hoists you over his shoulder with ease, a firm spank to your ass his little welcome present to his misbehaving pet. “I'll give you all night if that is what you need.”

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[pretty-circa006]

I guess your bio clearly states you write for Negan, but it doesn't explicitly state you write only for Negan. So I'm thinking I should just ask. Are you open to writing a dadsbsf!Rick and dadsbsf!Negan x reader fic, they have a rivalry and are always trying to one up eachother to get in the readers good graces, but little do they know you already want them (both) and you get them (both). Ik this isn't something you normally write and it's totally fine with multiple partners. But you're clearly a great writer and I just had to ask. It's totally fine you don't take this request or even ignore it. But if you were to write could do something with an age gap and a minx reader and mean Rick and Negan but only during steamy, but otherwise they sprinkle their lives on you.(Maybe this could be series or something it doesn't have to be oneshot and you could your time exploring the idea, idk why I'm so passionate about this lol)

Thanks, for hearing me out, believe me ik this a tall order. Again it's totally fine if you ignore this!!!

P.s idk why I added the photos I'm sorry 😭😭😭😭(them trying to mark their territory trying to make the other back off of you???)

dadsbsf! Negan x F! Reader x dadsbsf! Rick

summary Negan and Rick are over at your house, joining your dad for a game of poker. tags gambling, mentions of smoking and alcohol consumption, age gap (reader is college aged and Rick and Negan are kinda old...like late 40s early 50s?)

wc 2.3k

note i really liked this request and i hope i interpreted it correctly, if not, i sincerely apologize! just fyi, i plan on making this multiple parts, which is why there's no smut....YET! :P

*you are responsible for your own content consumption. if this is something you DO NOT like, simply DO NOT read or interact! :) *

She loves summer. It's more so what comes with it, rather than the season itself. Being back home from college and finally having her own space in her own room and her own bathroom with her own shower. Most of all, she loves the late nights in her backyard, swimming in the pool beneath the bright stars, cicadas buzzing and crickets chirping in the background. 

Tonight's one of those nights. The dark, starry, cloudless sky accompanies her she floats on her back around the pool, enjoying the peace of the summer night. All she's missing is a nice midnight snack. The warm, humid nighttime air feels good against her wet skin as she climbs out the pool. She forgot to bring a towel with her when she came out earlier, but that doesn't matter since she's getting right back in anyway. Barefoot, she saunters across the soft grass to the sliding glass door that leads into her house. 

"Honey, where's your towel? You're dripping all over the floor," her dad complains as soon as she steps inside. Feeling the freezing air conditioning on her wet body also has her wishing she brought a towel. 

"Sorry, I forgot, but I..." She trails off, finally noticing that her dad isn't alone and that he's at the dining room table with his best friends, Rick and Negan, in the middle of a game of poker. 

"Hi, Rick...Negan," she awkwardly greets, folding her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling naked in front of the two. 

"I'll be right back, gonna go grab her a towel," her dad explains, excusing himself from the table. 

"Late night swim?" Negan teases while shamelessly eyeing the freezing girl's half-naked body. Her face grows hot as she feels his hazel eyes undressing what little clothing she has on. 

"Why don' you join us for a game?" Rick suggests with a pat to the seat beside him. 

"But I dunno how to play." Despite this, she takes the seat anyway. Rick pulls the chair closer to him until he can't anymore. 

"I'ma teach ya how." This earns a scoff from Negan. 

"Doll, you don't want this fuckin' prick teachin' ya how to play poker." 

"This comin' from the idiot who lost five hundred dollars last time we played," Rick fires back. Negan rolls his eyes and flips him the bird. 

She bursts into a fit of giggles at their rivalry. "I think I'll stick with Rick. I don't have much money to lose." 

Her dad finally comes back into the room, towel in hand. He tosses it at her and it lands over her head like a ghost costume. 

"Hey!" she huffs as she fixes the towel properly around her shoulders. Her father just huffs a laugh at her plight. 

"Rick's gonna teach me how to play poker," she tells her dad excitedly. He grimaces which earns a snicker from Negan. 

"If ya want any chance at winnin', you'll have your ol' man to teach ya, but hey," he raises his hands in mock surrender before taking his seat. 

“I’m stickin' with Rick.” Rick gives her a soft smile and places his large hand on her thigh. Shivers run down her spine, and she’s sure it’s not from the air conditioning. 

“You can jus’ watch this game and we’ll deal you into the next.” She nods in agreement and leans over Rick’s shoulder to look at his cards -a three of clubs and a three of spades-, ignoring the water droplets dripping from her hair onto his shirt, but he doesn’t seem to mind either. She has no idea what’s going on since she joined in mid-game, but by the looks of everyone’s faces…she still can’t tell what’s going. Her father’s face is blank and Negan’s has an air of mischief to it, but then again, it almost always does. Rick looks calm as his eyes move from his cards to the three that lie in the table’s center. 

“Wha’s goin’ on?” She whispers in his ear. He leans down to her level and explains to her that the three cards in the middle are the flop and that things are looking good for him. She nods and leans closer to get a better look. The three men all slide more chips into pile. Negan reveals another card next to the three, which Rick informs her is called the turn. They bet again and Negan reveals one last card - the river, Rick tells her- before they all reveal their hands. 

“Two pair,” her dad dejectedly reveals. 

“Three of a kind,” comes Negan’s reveal. 

“Full house,” Rick calls out smugly as he takes the pile of chips

“See, I knew Rick was gonna win!” She cheers, causing the two other men to groan in annoyance. Rick squeezes her thigh, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Negan who’s glaring daggers at the blue eyed man. 

“You playin’ this round, hon?” Her dad asks, shuffling the cards. She happily agrees and deals her in. 

“Ya sure ya wanna stick with Rick? He was just fuckin’ lucky last round,” Negan bargains. 

“Lucky and four hundred dollars richer! I’m stickin’ by him.” Rick flashes Negan the smuggest look ever before wrapping his arm around her, pulling her closer. 

“Got my good luck charm right here.” 

“See if you get so lucky this time ‘round,” her dad challenges as he deals out two cards to each player. She looks at her cards, still not fully sure on how to play. She slides in a chip alongside everyone else, which Rick explains is the ante. Her dad reveals the flop and she looks from it to her own cards, not knowing what plays she has, if any. She glances over at Rick who’s immersed in his own cards. 

“Rick, what do I do?” She whispers. 

“C’mere, I’ll help ya out,” he offers with a pat to his lap. She climbs onto his lap from her own chair, leaving her towel behind. Her dad doesn’t bat an eye. Rick is one of his best friends, basically a brother to him, and in turn like family. At least that’s the way he sees it, like a simple loving action between good family friends. 

But Rick can hardly focus on either of their cards. Having her on his lap is distracting. Her plush ass sits directly on top of his crotch and he can feel himself getting hard as she shifts around to get comfortable. If she can feel it too, she doesn’t move away or say anything. He rests his chin on her shoulder as he looks at her cards -an eight of diamonds and an eight of hearts- his beard prickling against her soft skin. 

“See that eight of spades on the table, you’re close to havin’ a four of a kind,” he whispers. 

“Is that good?” 

“Very.” Nobody’s looking, so he presses a quick kiss to her shoulder. She stifles a giggle at the ticklish sensation of his beard against her skin. They all bet again and the next card is revealed. She shifts around excitedly once she sees another eight on the table.

“Keep still, sweetheart,” Rick warns, growing harder in his pants. She doesn’t say anything, but Rick can see her shoulders shake with more stifled laughter. Everyone places another bet before the river is revealed and they all show their hands. 

“Full house,” Negan says as he reveals his cards. 

“Flush,” her dad reveals. 

“Two pair,” Rick shows his hand. 

“Four of a kind,” she apprehensively says, showing her own hand. 

“Maybe she is some kinda goddamn good luck charm,” Negan grunts. 

“Did I win?” She asks, noticing the proud but somehow simultaneously disappointed faces around the table. 

“You did, sweetheart, good job!” Rick says, hugging her from his position behind her. She gets up and presses a quick kiss to his cheek, dangerously close to his lips before skipping into the kitchen. 

“That was fun, but I’ma head back to the pool now.” Negan watches her struggle to reach a snack in one of the cabinets. She jumps a few times, her ass jiggling a bit each time she lands. He stands up and joins her in the kitchen, watching her pathetically try a few more times before standing behind her and effortlessly grabbing the bag of chips. He even opens it  before handing them to her. 

“T-thanks,” she says turning to face him and taking the bag. Her whole body feels like it’s on fire as she stares up at him. He’s standing so close to her, basically pinning her against the counter. His tongue glides across his bottom lip as he hungrily eyes her up and down, eyes lingering on her tits that her bikini top could hardly contain. 

“You’re welcome.” She doesn’t know what to say or even if she should say anything. Her eyes wander down to his strong arms that are folded across his chest, his tattoos on full display. She bites her lip when her eyes graze over the slight bulge in his pants. She can’t tell if he’s hard or just big, but either way she desperately needs to take a dip in the pool to cool the heat building up inside of her. 

“I’m gonna go back out now, bye!” She slips away from him and hurries out to the backyard before jumping into the pool. 

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She had about thirty minutes alone until she hears the sliding glass door open. Out comes Rick in nothing but his swimming trunks and a beer in hand. He doesn't seem to see her as he makes his way to the hot tub. He gets in, letting out a sigh of relief as he feels the hot water relaxing his muscles. He rests his arms around the ledge and tilts his head back, relaxing and the sight is delicious. She climbs out the pool and carefully steps into the hot water beside Rick. 

"Hey darlin'," Rick greets once she's sitting beside him. 

"What're you still doin' here? Isn't it past midnight?" she asks. 

"Me 'n Negan wanted the hot tub for a bit, but your old man's done for the night." 

"Oh. Okay." She's looking at Rick in a way he can't decipher. Her eyes hungrily trail across his body as she scoots closer and suddenly, she's in Rick's lap like before. 

"I can still sit here, right?" 

"Of course," he reassures, his hands resting on her thighs, fidgeting with the waistband of her bikini bottoms. He rests his chin on her shoulder, just relaxing and enjoying the feeling of her against him. 

The sliding glass door opens again, a jarring interruption to their peace. She flinches, scared one of her parents were about to come out and see her and Rick in a compromising position, but Rick, seeing that it's only Negan, holds her tighter. He joins them in the hot tub with a beer in hand and cigar between his lips. In nothing but his swim trunks, his hairy chest and tattoos are on full display, taking all of her attention away from Rick. If looks could kill, Negan would have murdered Rick with his hazel colored death glare. The tension in the hot tub is so thick, it's almost suffocating. Negan being there somehow makes her feel guilty for being so close to Rick, but leaving his lap isn't something she wants to do either.

"Hey, Negan," she says in a weak attempt to relieve the tension and kill the awkward silence. 

"Hey doll," he takes a drag from the cigar before blowing out the smoke, "congrats on winnin' your very first poker game." 

"Thanks...couldn'ta done it without Rick, really." She subconsciously leans further into Rick and he presses a few scratchy kisses to her shoulder and the back of her neck. Negan rolls his eyes at both her and Rick. 

"C'mere," he commands with a come hither motion. She swallows nervously, looking from man to man. Rick can feel that she wants to get up so he unravels his arms from her waist so she can, which she does, albeit apprehensively. Even though he didn't tell her to, she sits on Negan's lap, her cunt right atop his growing boner, the only barriers between them being his swim trunks and her bikini bottoms. His beard tickles the side of her face as he leans down to whisper in her ear.

Rick watches the two with an intense gaze, almost as if he was daring Negan to try something with his girl. Negan's arms are around her now as he whispers something in her ear. Rick is sure he's just talking shit  but jealousy still twinges in his chest. 

"Anything that asshole thinks he can teach ya, I can do it better," Negan whispers. Rick sees her giggling and she turns her head to whisper something back to him. 

"Yeah? Then why'd ya lose both games earlier?" she teases. He lets out a laugh which catches Rick's attention. His blue eyes glare daggers at Negan who only spares him a smug glance. 

"Didn't wanna embarrass poor Rick over here by beating his ass in front of ya," he says loud enough for Rick to hear. His voice returns to a whisper. "As for the other game...you just got pretty damn lucky." 

"Mmhmm sure," she replies sarcastically with an eye roll. She stands up and wades her way to the hot tub's stairs. 

"G'nite y'all," she wishes them as she exits the tub. 

"Goin' to bed already? Night's just started?" Negan complains, already missing having her on his lap. 

"It's almost three in the mornin'," Rick comments looking at his watch. "Night, sweetheart!" 

"See you both at the barbecue tomorrow!" She blows them both a kiss before skipping off toward the house. She can feel their gazes boring into her, particularly her ass as she does so. 

[abusivelittlebunny]

I absolutely need to know more about mark webber's little corner in the diagram, him and seb, his marriage to jenson, oscar as his Official Mistress, just absolutely everything.

*cracks fingers* spoiler galore ahead for the Tight Leash, Loose Collar universe. Enjoy.

So before the current grid baby boom drama there was the legendary '10s baby boom drama after which a looot of new F1 rules were introduced over the alphas and omegas on the grid. Mark and Seb's story was something of a foreshadowing for what would happen to Carlos & Charles.

Mark, the less appreciated but more experienced older alpha, who was very much fed up with his second-coming-of-jesus omega teammate had the panic of his life when Seb got pregnant. A little difference between charlos and martian (or sebmark or markseb or whatever they're called idk) is that Mark hated Sebastian far more than Carlos could ever hate Charles (and believe me there will be times when Carlos will be near blind with hate later on).

Sebastian was the blueprint for "psycho egomaniac superiority complex underlined with backbreaking secret paranoia hysteric diva possessive wifey who treats his alpha worse than a dog but expects full loyalty of him" omega that Charles was taking serious notes of when he was his protégé - Charles swore that he would actually achieve what Seb couldn't, which was lock down his babydaddy alpha teammate before another bitch could take him. Because yes, Seb got pregnant with Mark's child.

Seb was a dangerous little minx, Mark could tell when he first got paired up with the boy, but he gave in to the temptation of all the naughty flirting the omega was putting him through and blindly believed Seb when he told him he was on the pill and fucked him raw. Only Seb had other ideas, and the same year he won his first world championship he also told Mark on the podium of the Brazilian GP they had a 1-2 finish on that they were going to have a baby. And Mark knew that if he thought he was being mistreated so far it would only get worse once Seb has him fully babytrapped.

He didn't intend to mate Seb, he was as terrified of him as he wanted him, but mating and marriage in general wasn't on his agenda - he said so to Jenson who had to retire from the season early, after the Hungarian GP in August due to being in the 5th month of his surprise pregnancy that caught everybody off guard. He knew that Jenson, having his pregnancy at that stage, meant he got pregnant sometime during or after the Australian GP. Where he won first place and let Mark fuck his brains out to make him feel better after ending up in 9th at his home race. He approached Jenson about the baby after he revealed to the press why he's taking his early leave but didn't reveal the babydaddy to them and Mark asked him in private - was he the father?

Jenson was a notorious slut, he already had a set of twins born in 2001 to an unknown father and he was not intending to slow down his party whore ways just because he got knocked up again. Jenson just shrugged at Mark and said he could be, but so could 4 other alphas so he's not expecting any of them to take responsibility. It left Mark uneasy, he knew Jenson was a free spirit but he wanted to take care of him properly and he checked on him regularly anyways, making sure he wasn't harming himself or the baby with his clubbing wild-child ways, but told him he'd respect his need for freedom and not force a relationship or bond or marriage on him.

But after Brazil when he stepped off the podium and got asked how he'd celebrate, still reeling from what Sebastian whispered in his ear, he said with a dry mouth:

"I will probably call Jenson and tell him we should change our honeymoon location to Brazil." And at the uproar of the paparazzi he claimed that yes he indeed was the father and yes he and Jenson have secretly been engaged, but he can't hold it in himself anymore and he must admit that the two of them are a couple.

The face Sebastian made right after his statement was worth all the absolute horrific shit he was bound to go through after.

Sebastian intended to force a marriage on him before his belly started to show, but with Mark now a proud soon to be father and engaged man he knew he would hurt his own reputation as well as Mark's if he exposed him as his babydaddy now. Then there was Jenson, very much surprised by Mark's statement, but he played along and rolled with it when Mark promised him in private that he will allow Jenson all the freedom he could ever want as long as he lets Mark claim and marry him.

"You don't have to change. Go clubbing, say and do whatever you want, live like you've always done. You can spread your legs to anybody, have anyone's babies, I don't care, I'll take responsibility. Just please, I'm begging you here, Jenny. Please be my wife." Mark had tears in his eyes as he rested his cheek on Jenson's thigh, getting pet like a dog while he was on his knees in front of the omega who snorted down at the pathetic sight he made. It was after the final GP of the season, Mark skipping Seb's world champion party so he could have some time alone with his "bride."

It wasn't like there wasn't any love between them, Mark and Jenson have had casual hookups for years now and there was always affection involved in it; Mark was the most protective and mature alpha Jenson ever had a situationship with so it wasn't a hard decision to say yes and let him put that pretty ring on his finger. And Mark was true to his word, he only ever really held him back from serious partying when he was pregnant or breastfeeding, other than that he was a perfectly lenient husband, not saying a word when Jenson would stumble home with some other alpha's cum running down his thighs and cocaine still stuck to his nose, he'd just help him clean up and then fuck him hard but quietly so they don't wake the kids up. He was a very good daddy after all.

He took care of Alonso's bastard alpha son better than Jenson could ever have expected, and he really earned the right to have the boy named after him. Little Marcus had a clear preference for Mark over his mother, and downright hated "uncle" Nando when he came over to try to buddy up his illegitimate child and fuck his mom on the side. It didn't bother Alonso much, it wasn't like Marcus was his only baby outside of marriage; he had three other ones from Kimi - which, if he didn't find out for himself, Kimi would have never told him about. Plus, Marcus wasn't stupid, he knew what was going on even before he heard his parents argue about it in the kitchen after a disastrous garden party where Seb showed up uninvited with his own children from Mark.

Children. Yes. Plural. Because if you thought Seb would let Mark leave him so easily boy oh boy, were you wrong.

Seb busted his condoms before approaching Mark for a ceasefire after Mark's first biological child from Jenson, an alpha daughter named Marley was born. He wanted the kids to get along at least. Hence why 9 months later Seb gave birth to his own alpha daughter from Mark, Matilda.

Seb kept pressuring Mark to divorce Jenson, saying how with his two kids now from Mark, he still outqualified Jenson. Yes of course they needed to make it into a race. And they ended up with an equal number of 4-4 kids biologically sired by Mark, but even if Seb could coarse more children out of him, Mark would have been mad to pick him over Jenson.

Mark did own up to fathering Seb's 4 children, Wolfgang, the alpha boy Seb whispered about back in Brazil, Matilda, the alpha girl Seb cheated out of him, and omega twins Roman and Wendel, who were born from an ill-timed guilt trip session. His admission subsequently tore him asunder by the media and forced him to retire and keep out of the public eye for a good while, instead focusing on being a good father to his kids from Jenson and trying to somehow keep his sanity every time he went to visit his kids from Seb.

It was difficult to juggle his double home life, with an unruly wife and a chaotic "It should be me who is your wife", and when his young protégé, Oscar, offered to help with babysitting, he couldn't have been more relieved. Oscar was a breath of fresh air, a quiet omega with exceptional talent who Mark was more than happy to mentor, and in exchange Oscar would help him with the kids and housework unprompted. It was a bit of a shock to his system that the 19 year old kid made a better housewife than his actual wife or manic ex, taking care of his kids from both of them better than their actual mothers.

"Welcome back. How was your day?" Oscar greeted him once when Mark stepped through the door, utterly exhausted. He wore a cute apron and had clips in his hair he got as a Christmas present from Matilda (Mark's daughter from Seb), sleeves rolled up and smelling of freshly baked gingerbread. It wasn't because he was baking any, that was just his natural omega scent that now filled Mark's heart with utter delight when he saw Oscar's sweet little smile as he took his coat gently off his shoulders.

"The kids had a good day, all done with their homework. Marcus got selected in the school cricket team. Marley aced her math test. We went to the park so now Jackson will be asking you for a puppy for his birthday. Kylie too of course, but they want different breeds. She drew you a car, I put it on the fridge, make sure you tell her how impressive it is at breakfast she spent a lot of time on it. And Hendrix had a day without crying at daycare. Small wins. Why don't you take a hot shower while I get your dinner ready? I've made pasta-"

Now, if someone asked him outright, Mark would have blamed being on the brink of rut for his actions. There's no other understandable excuse to kissing your 19 year old protégé right there in the doorway and then making out with him all the way to the couch where you took his virginity like an utter beast.

He felt guilt and shame after of course but Oscar was just so perfect it was already torture to not give in to the urge sooner. And Oscar wanted him too. He loved him. He said so over an over again while Mark grinded his knot deep in his cunt. Unprotected. He didn't ask Oscar if he was on the pill. He didn't dare to ask him days after whether he should be worried or if the omega took a morning after pill. He didn't ask anything when his rut was finally knocking at the door and so was Oscar despite being told to stay away for the duration of it. The boy went to him flushed and wearing cream colored lingerie beneath his hoodie and near torpedoed him into the bed so he could ride his cock like his life depended on it.

It was Jenson that asked, after Oscar threw up in the garden while playing with the kids two weeks later:

"Did you get that kid pregnant?"

And yes. Mark did.

Pandora Piastri was born 9 months after Mark took his virginity in 2021. Mark was utterly ashamed of himself for ruining thar perfect boy's future but not more than how proud he was at having sired such a beautiful little babygirl with him. Oscar didn't mind at all, he was already mothering Mark's kids from other omegas, what is one more he genuinely birthed? Mark was afraid the child would hinder his future career but Oscar has impressed him once again by only getting better and better on track and in the downtime, still playing nanny to Mark's children. The fact that Pandora was his daughter missed the attention of most journalists, until 2025, when a large number of omegas on the grid suddenly seemed to have babybumps they were unable to hide.

Mark thought initially that once again it was him who got Oscar pregnant and he finally intended to go through with the divorce but Oscar stopped him. He didn't want Mark to give up what he had with Jenson. Over the years, both Jenson and Seb went from despising Oscar to accepting him as another addition to their fucked up family, and ironically the most mature and reasonable one out of all of them, and Oscar didn't want to kick up their dynamic.

"Besides, the baby might not be yours. Don't risk it." Oscar told him, unable to look him in the eye.

It was a shock that nearly brought him to his knees when he got the wedding invite, that his boy, his beloved Oscar, would be marrying none other than Zak Brown. He couldn't wait to beat the other alpha into a sticky pulp, but barely managed to give him a broken nose before Oscar pulled him off of the man and told him to quit it. Zak was an old pervert, yes, but he wasn't the babydaddy to Melody, Oscar's second child. It was Carlos, another married alpha with his own drama which didn't allow him to take responsibility. Zak was just helping him out by taking responsibility (and getting his own pups into him in turn, because yeah he has been buggering Oscar too with great delight) but Oscar would still regard Mark as his greatest love that he knew he couldn't marry for both of their sake.

Mark would claim Oscar as his official mistress in the press after Oscar births Mark his next child despite his insistence that it's not necessary. Mark doesn't care, he has nothing to lose anymore at that point.

It is quite tragic, but Oscar's relationship with Mark didn't stop despite his affair with Carlos or his marriage to Zak. Oscar will have more children from all three alphas too and his one is definitely a bittersweet happy ending. But everybody has something like that as a best case scenario in this verse.

[initiativelouise]

Ohh what a great way to start of Sissy Sunday, season two of Sissy in Paris.

The gorgeous girly boi returns to Paris after spending months away caring for her beloved Grandma.

It's great to see the little fashionista back in her spiritual home, and back to having lots of fun. The saucy little minx gave two fellow passengers a wonderful first class experience on the flight 😈.

Really looking forward to the next episode 🩷🩷🩷

[ceasarslegion]

current reigning drivers champion max verstappen won his fourth consecutive title two races/weeks ago and in the middle of an active beef with another driver at, and i cannot stress this enough, the last race of the season, his longtime partner announced that they’re expecting a child. however because he’s built like a luscious little minx, he’s of course the one carrying

You people talk about race car drivers like frat boys talk about Megan Fox

[littlemissstel]

Hi! Your Shiu pieces are so lovely - he doesn’t get enough fluff or, ya know, stories in general.

May I please request a story of him attempting to quit smoking because the woman he is into doesn’t want to date a smoker?

Feel free to ignore this, if the idea is not interesting to you 🫶🏻

Lollipops and Smoke- Shiu Kong

Helloo!! Thank you for the kind words<3

IKRR the amount (well lack of) of Shiu media is actually outrageous, he's the reason i started this blog😭Hopefully this is on par with what you were thinking of Xx

Pre-relationship, swearing, uses of the names "bastard", "minx", "Doll", "Sweetheart", "Darling", no uses of (Y/n),mentions of drug use

It is past midnight now and you were in Shiu's car as he drove you home after a long day of dealing with clients. The two of you have engaged in what seems like a thousand different conversations on the way there, but he's not quite sure how you landed in this one...

"You're really not going to tell me?"

"I'm not sure what you mean Doll. There is nothing to tell."

"Shiu. Let's be honest for a second here. There's no way you've only done cigarettes throughout your life. With the things you've told me about your youth, you had to of been high at least once."

Shiu holds in a chuckle, shaking his head with a wide smile at your deadpan expression.

The truth is you were right. He was a seasoned connoisseur in the field of substances thanks to his party days and he does conveniently forget to tell you the part were he puffed, sniffed or drank in his stories of nostalgia. When he first started out in the job, he had to entertain clients by sharing a drink/drag or two, though that was never something he found enjoyable and has since promoted out of it.

It's not that Shiu was regretful about his past experiences, no, He just wasn't proud of them either. He had great times which made for great memories but he knows what kind of impression they can give off and for someone like you- for someone he is trying to impress- he believes some memories are better left unsaid.

"I'm really not as old as you think i am. This is my youth-"

"Yeah right-"

"Enough about me. You're real fuckin' nosey you know that? What drugs have you done, Sweetheart?" He sends you a playful glare through the mirror.

"Paracetamol and Ibuprofen."

This earns a deep laugh out of Shiu, something that has become more frequent during your time with him yet you still take the moment to properly intake the resonant sound.

"I did have a boyfriend who was into a few things though. It didn't last very long."

"Was he trouble?"

"No, he was sweet, but i just don't think i could be with someone who does anything, you know..."

"Nothing at all?"

"Nothing. No vapes or cigs. Nothing that lingers."

What you said lingered in Shiu's mind. Long, long after the fact. He was somewhat surprised, you never seemed to have a problem when he smoked around you - then again he tried to limit the amount of times that happened. Then again he might be wrong and you just don't like him back.

But he liked you.

He liked you enough to go against his better judgement of pursuing you- no matter how selfish it may have been, and so he liked you enough to finally start his mid-year resolution to put down the cigarettes. That night he laid covert in the darkness of his bedroom, scrolling through an endless amount of forums from ex-smokers and ordering an unjustifiable amount of lollipops, gum and nicotine patches.

Shiu had always been the number one user of the saying, "I can quit when i want" and part of that was true...he could quit when he wanted. It didn't mean he wanted to struggle when he did though. His job was stressful and the only method of relaxation he could find that fit into his busy schedule was smoking. Now he just had to experiment...

Throughout the next few weeks you noticed a few changes in Shiu.

First, he seemed irritable.

Not to you- to you he was just quieter than usual- but Toji had been the one informing you that Shiu had "A stick shoved up his ass for the entire week", though this was after discussing how they were going to split the shares of his commission which meant the statement was untrustworthy.

Secondly, he was less focused and increasingly restless, which drew the most concern from you because Shiu was always well managed. It was one of the first things you learnt about him and he hasn't faltered since so when he started to zone out and tap against the steering wheel to an inconsistent beat you only became more skeptical.

But your last and final straw...was his sweet tooth.

The ravenette was a chronic enjoyer of savoury foods. You had seen him nursing a lolli' in his mouth consistently for the past few days, sure. But when a multi-pack of 300 lollipops sat discarded in the backseat of his car you knew something was up.

"What is going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"What's going on with you?"

His brows furrowed as he spared you a quick glance.

"What do you mean, darling? I've been fine."

"You've been acting weird...First toji says you've been irritated all week but now you've got a sweet tooth and a thousand lollipops in your backseat. I know you don't have a kid Shiu. Unless you're about to tell me you're going to kidnap one."

"I am not going to kidnap anyone."

"Then are you okay?"

The car stops at the red light and Shiu sighs weakly, meeting your eyes with an unreadable expression.

"I've quit smoking. Trying to replace it with something better. I like lollipops."

Your mouth droops into an "o" expression. Well that makes sense, you hadn't thought about it but why would you? It seems a bit abrupt, no? Most people ease out of smoking and you haven't seen him hold a cigarette in...well...a long time.

"Why- i mean, no congratulations- but- how long has it been since you stopped?"

"Three weeks give or take"

"Oh..."

The car filled with a thick silence only disturbed with the low rumbles of the engine. You're not quite sure what to say. What is there to say? He sounds pretty decided and you fully support his decision but- oh...You can't help the feeling of guilt that washes over you.

"It isn't to do with what i said is it?..." Shiu's hand grips the wheel harder for a quarter of a second as he turns to you to speak- but you noticed, and you felt your stomach twist for the second time in a minute.

"Shiu- you know i didn't mean that about you, i really didn't mean to offend-"

"-You didn't offend me doll, now calm down before you work yourself up, hm?"He says, a smirk creeping up on his face and you take his advice, settling back down in your chair waiting expectantly.

"I've been meaning to quit for a while now`, just never had a good enough reason to do it. Now i know you prefer the company of non-smokers, i finally got the motivation to."

What does that mean?

"I didn't mind your company before you know."

"Oh trust me, i know." His smirk now fully progressed as his attention undividedly turned on you. The most focused he's been in weeks. His dark hazelnut eyes bore into yours leaving you feeling exposed- so exposed. You believed him. His confidence, true or not, left little room for doubt and now you wondered what else he knew.

Don't embarrass yourself.

You leaned in, trying to keep a hold of what little control you had as he matched your stance.

"You're back to being a smug bastard aren't you."

"Never stopped."

"Then why don't you enlighten me on what else you know?"

Shiu's breath hitched before letting out a short, incredulous laugh, leaning back in his chair with his head tossed back.

"Green light, minx." He says finally.

After all, Shiu Kong believes some things are better left unsaid.

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[elminx]

Kitchen Witchery: Elminx's Anti-anxietea

In honor of eclipse season, I wanted to share a recipe to bring your buzz down a notch (or two). I've been drinking this nervine tea for nearly five years now; it features all of my favorite herbal flavors! I'm not going to go into detailed herbal profiles for each of these botanicals, but I suggest looking into them more if you are curious. I think learning the basics of herbalism can greatly benefit the kitchen witch.

Each of these ingredients can be found in any decent grocery store, bought online, or grown yourself. The combination is designed with flavor and herbal actions in mind; it's not a measure of exact ingredients - mix with your heart. All of these botanicals are well tolerated and can be drunk regularly by most people. Please be careful when trying new herbs; allergic or other adverse reactions can occur.

Hibiscus, Hibiscus sabdariffa Hibiscus is the primary flavoring agent in this blend. It gives our tea its Cool, Moist, and Sour properties. Please keep in mind that hibiscus will stain anything it comes into contact with, including clothing, wooden spoons, and even countertops. If you don't think you're familiar with hibiscus, it is the primary flavor in all "Zinger" teas. It tastes tart and inexplicably red.

Peppermint, Mentha piperito

Peppermint is the first of our gentle nervines to be added to our tea. Nervines do exactly what you expect them to: they calm your nerves. In addition to being a nervine (primary benefit), Peppermint adds its properties of Pungent, Sweet, Cool, Warm, and Dry to our tea. I'm sure you're all familiar with peppermint; you could probably substitute a different mint here with similar effect.

Lemon Balm, Melissa officinalis

Lemon balm is a nervine and a mild sedative. It brings the properties of Sour, Cool, and Dry to our tea. Some people don't like the taste of lemon balm, saying that it tastes like Pledge. If that's you, just omit it from this drink. The taste of hibiscus strongly overpowers the lemon balm, though, so maybe try it first.

Tulsi (Holy Basil), Ocimun santum

Tulsi is a nervine and adaptogenic herb, which means that it helps the body manage stress better. Its properties are Pungent, Sweet, Bitter, and Warm. With its heady, peppery notes, Tulsi is certainly an acquired flavor. If you get along with this herb, you will know almost immediately upon drinking it for the first time. A little goes a long way; you don't need to overdo it.

Dried Apple, Malus sp.

Although apple is primarily a flavoring agent (and sometimes a sweetening agent) in this blend, it does have mild sedative effects that lend themselves to the overall feel of this tea. I suggest using the apples you would eat in this recipe; you can dry slices of apples by putting them in your oven at 225F for 1.5 to 2 hours. Use a sweeter apple if you want a sweeter tea.

Minx's Anti-Anxietea

2 parts hibiscus

1 part peppermint

1 part lemon balm

1-2 parts dried apple

.5 part tulsi

Start by adding 1 tsp tea to hot water and steeping for 8 minutes. Adjust to your tastes from there.

This drink tastes great, hot or cold.

I've never sweetened this tea because I like my drinks bitter like my soul, but I bet a dollop of honey would be lovely in this—especially a nice summery wildflower honey. I've added sweetened cranberries in the past (1-2 parts) for more sweetness. And honestly, I don't measure. I know when it smells right.

I apply this drink liberally, but some people may find it too strong a diuretic to consume more than once daily. I drink it any time that I feel especially anxious or when I know I am going to be under a lot of stress. My partner likes to drink it before bedtime and claims it's one of the only things that will calm them down when they feel like they have too many thoughts.

You can witch this up (it's a verb now!) as little or as much as you like. I like to work calming energy into the drink step by step as I create the mixture by working with each botanical individually. You could charge this with a candle or sigil, dedicate it to one of your favorite gods or spirits, or store it on your altar. I create bindrunes for my favorite tea blends and use them as magical labels.

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[soft-persephone]

“I’m the money!”

[supremeuppityone]

This was written for Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek; Week 3 [April 13-April 19, 2025] – Crime. This started out as a Klaroline fusion with the movie, To Catch a Thief, but it’s more inspired by the movie rather than mimicking the plot; honestly, this is kinda what I thought the plot would be when I first started watching the movie and wow, was I wrong. LOL.

It Takes a (Very Good) Thief

“For what it's worth, I never stole from anybody who would go hungry.” — To Catch a Thief

            “Is that a warning or a threat,” Caroline boldly asked, taking a delicate sip of her Limoncello spritzer. A slow, deliberate sip, the coy little minx, Klaus thought with a smirk. Ever since he’d made his way to the lucrative shores of the Hamptons, the blonde socialite of the prestigious Forbes’ fortune had captured his attention. Rather than fluttering her eyelashes at his shameless flirting during that first encounter, she’d scoffed and had his car towed two towns over. 

            If he’d come here for a job, he would’ve immediately switched to a more receptive target, but that was all in the past. He was retired. It was just embarrassingly fortuitous timing that Klaus arrived at the Hamptons when they were in the midst of an unprecedented crime spree with an incredibly clever jewel thief. 

            “Please be careful and take extra precautions, sweetheart.” He signaled the waiter for another round, casting his gaze out to the sparkling Atlantic just steps from the private club’s dock. “It’s hard to imagine ugly things could happen in such a lovely place, but this jewel thief could be dangerous and clearly is targeting women like you. I just want to make sure you’re taking extra precautions,” he told Caroline, hoping his genuine concern was evident. 

            He couldn’t stomach the thought of this fiery little blonde coming to harm. Jewel thieves at this level of the game were unpredictable and driven by a single-minded purpose when millions of dollars were at stake. They weren’t above using violence to achieve their goals.

            And Klaus should know — he used to be one.

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            “I’m doing this under protest,” Caroline huffed, quickly putting back in place her radiant smile as several women from her mother’s Founders’ club murmured greetings from the tables elegantly dressed with silver ribbon, crystal and white lilies. 

            As the women tittered girlishly at his playful wink in their direction, he spied a lovely pair of aquamarine and diamond earrings — while the gemstones were negligible, the platinum setting and estimated .58 carats’ worth of diamonds was a generous payday. Not to mention the four-carat ruby and diamond statement ring and several strands of South Sea pearls. He was a retired jewel thief, not dead.

            Klaus playfully spun her around as the band struck up a light, jazzy number. “Then why did you agree to dance with me, sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear, letting out a pleased rumble at the faint pink that now touched her cheeks.

            “I couldn’t very well cause a scene,” she sniffed, her nails biting into his hand. “The Hamptons is notorious for its gossip and if word got out that I’d refused to dance with this season’s most eligible bachelor, my mother would never let me hear the end of it. Or, my mother’s friends, for that matter.”

            Old money was so predictable, Klaus inwardly sighed. “Appearances really matter here, don’t they,” he wryly observed, noting that for all the luxury this exclusive country club boasted, he’d yet to see genuine happiness on anyone’s face. Except Caroline. 

            He’d spied her on numerous occasions indulging in a quick tennis match with her mother who seemed as aggressively competitive as she. Or, the time he heard uproarious laughter coming from the eastern terrace and caught the Forbes women gleefully winning at bridge, much to the consternation of the sour-faced pair of divorcees who impatiently tapped their empty wine goblets while surreptitiously scanning the immediate area for unattached prey. 

            The Forbes women had fire and everyone was drawn to them. Having honed his people-reading instincts long ago, he was certain Caroline was attracted to him. But for some reason, she covered their connection with hostility. He’d always enjoyed a good mystery. 

            She surprised him with a soft smile, her wistful tone carrying a hint of regret. “It’s the Hamptons; this life carries certain expectations and my mom and I are happy here.” Glancing over her shoulder, she nodded at her mother who seemed to be pointing to her watch. “I need to get her home; ever since the robberies have started, she’s been extra nervous to make sure she’s setting all the alarms correctly at night. Dad always worried about that stuff before...” she trailed off uncomfortably, blue eyes overly bright with unshed tears. Bill Forbes’ heart attack earlier this year clearly had been devastating for the Forbes women.

            “Thank you for the dance, Klaus,” she whispered, gently kissing him on the cheek before leaving him more confused as he breathed in her delicious scent of vanilla.

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            The  jewel thief struck again; this time it was the flighty Gilbert woman whose fleeting-yet-torrid relationships with the two heirs to the Salvatore lumber fortune that fueled the gossip at every other Hamptons party. The scandalized whispers at this garden party started with the heist and ended with an amusing anecdote about how the Gilbert woman had been entertaining both brothers in her outdoor sauna while her safe had been emptied.

            Klaus deftly plucked two champagne flutes and a bottle of Krug and smoothly made his way across the gardens to Caroline’s table. Taking the empty seat beside her, he poured her a glass with his most charming smirk. His voice filled with mock sympathy as he asked lowly, “How are you holding up, love? I practically could hear the Gilbert woman’s screeching wails across the Bay.” 

            It had been quite the shock when the estate of his biological father had contacted him to reveal he was the sole heir. He still hadn’t explored every property and investment now sitting comfortably in his portfolio, but the Hamptons mansion with its sweeping views of the exclusive Gardiner’s Bay had been more than enough to convince him to retire from his admittedly lucrative life of crime.

            Caroline snorted in that adorable way of hers that she immediately covered with a gulp of champagne. They’d both traded a fair share of cutting barbs at the Gilbert woman’s expense over these past few months. It was his understanding that in addition to being bland, the Gilbert woman indulged in petty arguments and perceived any minor inconvenience as a personal slight. “Well, at least we know one thing about the thief — he must really like gaudy jewelry. Seriously, he performed a community service removing those tacky things from her possession.”

            His Caroline was the most delightful creature. They laughed, clinking their champagne flutes and trading amused glances that quickly turned into something more heated. Predictably, she looked away first and changed the subject. “How’s the gallery coming along? Is everything on schedule?”

            He shook his head, lips twitching into an indulgent grin. The gallery had been an impulsive buy when he first came here and felt aimless and adrift. He’d indulged in sketching every so often, and while his talent was minimal, he’d always been drawn to art. Since shedding his old life, he couldn’t use any of his contacts, so finding artists to showcase their work had been as challenging as a cracking a safe without diamond and tungsten carbide drill bits.

            “It’s been a bit challenging as the newcomer to both the area and the art world. But, I was able to call in a few favors with my sister’s fashion connections and found some photographers that have been looking to expand their portfolios. It’ll be a modest opening for the gallery, but should still cause a bit of a stir in the community.” While his successful thievery over the decades along with the unexpected inheritance ensured that he could live a marvelously comfortable lifestyle, his competitive nature prodded him to make his gallery a success.

            She confidently poured more champagne into their glasses, blue eyes alight with mischief as she said, “I might be able to help you out if you have an open mind. My stylist sculpts as a hobby and has built quite the online following, but she’s um...temperamental and she only sculpts her own body parts.” 

            Klaus laughed delightedly. “I’ve yet to meet an artist who wasn’t temperamental, love. Send me her contact information and I’ll set up some time to meet and review her portfolio.”

            She made a pleased hum that tweaked something in his chest. There’d been a hint of melancholy about Caroline ever since he’d met her, so it always was his mission to bring her small moments of happiness. “Then I can count on you to be at the gallery’s opening?”

            “Of course,” she beamed, and then her gaze momentarily flicked down to his lips in a most delightful manner.

            Deciding to press his advantage, he added, “And perhaps you’d like to accompany me to a pre-celebratory meal beforehand? The pretentious hors d'oeuvres my caterer insists on serving at the event will be shamefully small.” The hopeful note in his voice was undeniable, and he felt a fluttering of hope at the way her lips began to curve into a bashful smile.

            Unfortunately, they were interrupted by the shrill Carol Lockwood, whose single purpose in life seemed to be weathering her husband’s various personal scandals to keep him in office. As though anyone else would want to be mayor of that meaningless little hamlet in Virginia. 

            “Caroline! Darling! So good to see you with our charming Mr. Mikaelson,” she coyly said in between air kisses while flashing an 18-karat yellow diamond that twinkled most enticingly in the afternoon sunlight. However, it was the antique yellow diamond drop earrings that had him take a large gulp of his champagne. It was truly his curse to be surrounded by such tempting treasures now that he was reformed. Pity that — if anyone deserved to be stripped of her ostentatious jewels, it was that vicious harpy Carol Lockwood.

            Carol’s tone turned sly as she added, “Of course, I still hold out hope that perhaps you and my Tyler will find your way back to each other, as friends, of course. You were so close as children.”

            With a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, Caroline kept her voice deceptively pleasant as she nodded at a group that had waved to her weaving their way through the manicured gardens to the beverage tents tastefully decorated in cream silk. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen Tyler. But I do remember how fond he was of frequenting the docks back in high school; he used to spend hours there...fishing. Is he still an avid fisherman?”

            Klaus bit back a smug grin at the sour expression that crossed Carol’s face. Well, tried to cross that over-Botoxed face. Even he had heard the rumors about the sole Lockwood heir impregnating two waitresses at dockside bars his senior year of high school. Rumor had it that one of the waitresses was actually a schoolmate’s mother. He frowned at the implication that Caroline might’ve been dating him at the time. Utterly useless wanker.

            “Yes, well, I don’t wish to keep you. Be sure to give your mother my regards,” Carol responded in a tight voice. “I feel a touch of a migraine coming on and think it’s best to head out.”

            Caroline paled a bit as Carol marched away, quickly taking out her phone and firing off a text. Finding his curious gaze on her, she fidgeted with the thin blue headband holding back her curls and then abruptly stood. “Um, so I just remembered I have an errand to run for my mom, and really need to get that done.” She did an awkwardly adorable bob of her head as though she’d forgotten she normally pushed him away anytime his flirtations took a turn. At least Caroline hadn’t rejected his obvious attempt to ask her out. Despite her hasty departure, it was progress.

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            He was still contemplating the best way to frame his next invitation to Caroline as he locked up the gallery’s storefront that evening. He’d finished going over the final touches for the upcoming opening with his event planner and was feeling unusually optimistic about this little life he was carving out for himself. He even began to whistle a faint tune as he walked to the sleek, black Mercedes he’d purchased right before moving up here to ensure he blended but didn’t stand out. 

            A curious, muffled noise drew his attention and he finally recognized the sound of scraping along stone and instinctively glanced up along the series of posh townhouses that lined the street. Narrowing his gaze at the classical cornice and dormer details along the roof, he spied a slim figure dressed in black skillfully navigating the stonework and flipping onto the roof. A secret smile tugged at his lips as he admired the thief’s obvious skill. But then he paused, a sliver of fear gripping his heart. Normally, he’d allow a fellow thief to go on his merry way, a sort of moral code between tradesmen, but not this time.

            Because one of those luxury townhomes belonged to the Lockwoods and Caroline’s home was only one street over. The thief was far too close to Caroline. Adrenaline surging, he raced to the building and hooked an arm over the elaborate iron scrollwork, yanking himself up and over in one fluid move. Jeans weren’t ideal for scaling the side of a townhome, but at least the buttery leather of his imported hiking boots flexed with his movements and aided in gripping the stonework. 

            He was too blinded by the exhilaration to consider what he’d actually do once he caught the thief. He’d always been rather impulsive. But he needed to protect Caroline. Fueled by the smug satisfaction that the element of surprise was on his side, Klaus swung himself around a sculpted cornice, softly landing on top of the roof with a smirk. He may be retired, but he certainly hadn’t lost his edge. He scanned the darkness, fists curling in preparation. And was shocked to find not one thief, but two.

            While their faces were covered by black masks, their body language loudly displayed their shock to see him. Taking advantage of their momentary surprise, he rushed them both, intent on taking them out before they could pull whatever weapons they’d brought. A police siren startled all three, and what started as a chase became a frantic race across the closely set rooftops. The two thieves were quite fast, their slight figures ensuring a nimble navigation among the stonework cast in shadows. The sleek black they wore revealed nothing in the oppressive darkness. The small frames, the quick movements — could they be teenage boys?

            At the sound of heavy footsteps thundering from inside the townhome next door, one thief appeared to have a silent argument with the other, wildly gesturing and stomping feet. Begrudgingly, they seemed to reach an agreement with one thief doubling back the way they came, making sure to give Klaus a wide berth as they passed by. The remaining thief executed an impressive leap to the next rooftop just as the access door on the townhome behind Klaus opened.

            Cursing under his breath, he quickly backed up and raced to the edge, his leap a bit too clumsy in his haste to avoid detection. He gracelessly landed on his midsection, legs dangling over the ledge while he grappled with the cornice’s edge. Bloody hell. He could hear the scrape of footsteps and muttering of police on the roof behind the townhome he currently clung to like a bumbling amateur. Forcing his limbs to remain still, Klaus counted his blessings that he was shrouded in shadows. 

            The muttered curse above him was so startling, he nearly lost his grip and almost plummeted to his death — or, at the very least, shattering enough bones he would’ve wished for death. The thief came back for him. Gobsmacked, he watched the thief grab his arms and pull him far enough over that he was securely on the rooftop. Before he could do more than utter a shaky “thanks,” the thief slipped through the shadows and quickly disappeared over the side of the townhouse.

            He laid on the roof, taking calming breaths — and realized he was breathing in the familiar scent of vanilla. It was Caroline.

[archangeldyke-all]

For my non 'Sev calling her sub mommy' idea of the day:

teacher!sev grading papers at home but reader wants attention

bonus lines/add-ons:

reader stops whining only to come back naked

"I thought you'd finally left. Now I'm trying to work and I don't need your- Oh sweet Mary, mother of Jesus...."

this is soooooooo scrumptious :)

men and minors dni

it's finals season, which means your wife has been bombarded with the typical end of semester workload she always gets. you should be used to it by now, sevika's been a professor for as long as you've known her and every year in december and may she's swamped.

but you're feeling needy.

she's been staying on campus late for her office hours, helping students study and answering questions and editing papers. when she's not at work, she's at home, grading.

you haven't had her in a week. a full week. you think the last time you guys have gone this long without sex was before you were married.

you groan at the ceiling. you've been trying to rub one out for the past thirty minutes, but you can't quite get there. not when you know sevika's just down the hall.

she'd banished you to the bedroom after your last attempt at seduction this evening. you'd almost had her, she was kissing you and moaning in your mouth, nearly distracted enough to finally fuck you when her fucking computer pinged with a new email. she pulled away with a gasp, called you a minx, and kicked you out of her office.

she's a horrible wife.

this is ridiculous you think to yourself as you rise from the bed.

you quickly strip naked, giving yourself a once over in the mirror. that oughta do the trick. you think as you strut down the hall toward sevika's office.

you can hear her typing away behind the door. you knock.

"i told you, baby, i just need a few more hours and then i'll-- jesus fucking christ." sevika grunts when she catches sight of your naked body leaning against her doorway. her typing stops, her jaw drops, and she finally, finally rises from her chair to quickly round her desk.

you stop her before she can touch you with a hand to her chest. her eyes snap to yours.

"wha-?"

"thought you had work to do." you say with your sultriest voice.

sevika groans, and you giggle, and then, she's tossing you over her shoulder and sprinting the two of you to your bedroom.

mission accomplished you think as she slams you onto the bed.

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[itsphoenix0724]

Meet Me On The Ice (Azriel x Reader)~ Chapter 3

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1.9k

MMOTI masterlist

A/N: It's been a while and I'm sorry but I hope you guys enjoy it <3

Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: I am not a figure skater or a hockey player, so while I'm trying to be as accurate as possible, it's likely some things may not be correct and/or are bent a little to fit the plot!

“He’s just so infuriating!” You fall back onto the plush couch in the Vanserra pool house, stuffing a mouthful of popcorn. The underused pool house had been You and Lucien’s sanctuary since you were small, his rowdy brothers not really caring to venture here, much preferring the amenities the woodland mansion had to offer. 

Well except for one. 

Eris Vanserra’s favorite hobby seemed to be annoying you whenever you were over. It seemed like no matter what he found some way to weasel into your business, and now as he settles into the couch between you and Lucien–shoveling a handful of your popcorn into his mouth, it seems he’s wormed his way into your venting session. 

“Trouble in paradise?” He raises an auburn brow and you can practically feel Lucien rolling his eyes. You can’t believe you ever thought he was the most tolerable of Lucien’s brothers. “I’ve seen that broody one you’re trying to replace LuLu with, he doesn’t seem like your type.” It’s probably true, most of the Vanserra brood played for the Autumn University Smokehounds except for Lucien, the Velaris Comet’s biggest rivals on and off the ice. 

“Like you know anything about my type Eris,” You snarl and he does nothing but laugh, even as Lucien looks like he wants to sink back into the couch cushions. 

“Go away Er, find someone else to bother.” Lucien supplies, removing the bowl of popcorn from his brother's lap, passing it back to you, fixing his heated gaze on Eris, and then pointedly looking at the door. Eris gets the hint, seeming amused by the level of aggravation he’s caused for the day and stands to leave. 

“Alright, but I’m hurt you didn’t ask me, Little Minx,” Eris’s heated gaze fixed on you as he reaches down and grabs one last piece of popcorn from your lap, crowding your space with eyes locked together with brutal efficiency. “I think we would’ve danced very well together.” He leaves without another word. 

“It’s like I’m not safe from assholes anywhere,” You scoff, collapsing back into Lucien’s lap. He looks at you apologetically, running a soothing hand through your hair. You relish in the simple affection of the balm that is Lucien’s presence. 

“I’m sorry about him,” He supplies, twisting a lock of hair through your fingers. 

“I know how to handle Eris, it’s the other one I’m more nervous about.” Your eyes slip shut, taking calming breaths.

“What about Az gets you so worked up?” He asks readjusting his casted foot to be propped higher on the pillow. 

“I don’t even know, my whole life he’s just hated me. I get that I was an annoying little kid who always wanted to hang out with them, but we’re adults now and he should fucking get over it.” You can feel the annoyance start to creep back into your body, your temper already rising at the thought of the practice you have to attend later. 

“You’ll survive Dove, don’t let this ruin your last season. At least one of us needs a good one.” You glance up at Lucien who’s glaring at his leg like that could make it magically heal.

“I know I’m sorry. I just wish we could do it together.” You say, and he smiles down at you mournfully, rubbing out the crease between your eyebrows as you try to relax. “I’ll try to keep my head up.” 

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Your head slams down hard against the practice floor as you’re dropped for the third time tonight. 

“Alright!” Alis yells, her forehead wrinkled with irritation as she stops the music. You glare hard at Azriel whose chest is heaving up and down, an equally intense glare fixed on you. “You two clearly haven’t taken my advice, and it’s showing in your work.”  She calls your name and you sit up, rubbing the sore spot from where your head hit the floor. “What did you and Lucien do when you first started skating together?” 

“We used to get pizza and go the arcade once a week.” You supply and you and Az share a mutual look of distaste. “But that was when we were eleven and Azriel and I are very much not eleven.” Alis shakes her head again. 

“Well, I don’t care. If you want any chance of even stepping on ice this season, you’ll bond. If you can’t get this on the practice floor, I’ll be damned before I let either of you on skates.” 

“I don’t have time for that.” Azriel’s voice rumbles through the room, and Alis shoots him an incredulous look.

“Well young man, let me make some time for you now. Practice is dismissed early, and the two of you are going to get pizza and go to the arcade. In fact, I’m giving you homework, you two have to hang out once a week.” Her tone is final despite the mutual protests of you and Azriel. So with the grumbling, you’re reluctantly climbing into the passenger seat of Az’s beat-up jeep as he’s plugging in the directions to the old Funland Arcade. He sets his arm on the back of your headrest as he looks over his shoulder to back out of the parking lot and set out on the road. 

It's most likely the most awkward car ride you’ve ever been on. 

The radio is playing on low with some old rock band Azriel must be fond of and the monotone voice of his phone’s GPS is the only noise in the car. Even the sound of your breath seems to blare throughout the vehicle's cab. Luckily for you, the drive to the old arcade is short. He parks the car and the two of you make your way inside, when you get in line behind him for game tokens he raises his eyebrows at you pinning you with a silent question in his hazel gaze. 

“What? I don’t expect you to pay for me, it’s not like we’re on a date.” You give him a noncommittal nod and he shrugs in response before feeding money into the machine that spits out the tokens. You repeat his actions filling your bucket as you set out upon the battlefield of neon lights and arcade consoles. 

It takes all of about 30 seconds for another argument to ensue. 

It's stupid really. You want to play the old Dance Dance Revolution machine in the back and Azriel wants to play some zombie shooter with grotesque graphics and obnoxiously loud gun noises. 

“Well, then we can just each play our own game and meet up when we’re done.” He huffs and starts to walk over to his choice, but you grab his arm. 

“The entire point of being here is so that we spend time together. Alis said we’re supposed to do things together as a team.” You drop his arm, glaring at him as he scoffs and shoves his hands in his hoodie pocket. 

“She’ll never even find out if we don’t” He tries to walk away again fully turning his back to you but you grab his hood and yank him back again. He lets out a choking sound before whipping around to you absolutely furious. “What the actual fuck was that for?” Azriel questions, yanking his collar back down. 

“Listen to me, Azriel. I get that this isn’t important to you but it’s important to me. This is my only chance to skate, so I don’t care what I have to stoop to.” You pinch the crease between your brows and try to offer an olive branch. “So can we at least compromise okay? I’ll play your shooting game first if you play my game after, and then how about we try to pick a game together.” Az finally relents, nodding his agreement. So the two of you walk over to his game, eloquently titled Undead Massacre III, and pick up the red plastic gun assigned to player two. 

You were officially complete dog shit. 

You had wasted a good chunk of your tokens because you kept dying and Azriel was too far ahead or too focused to revive you, and you could tell that he was annoyed at having to start over. You wanted to quit, not understanding the gun upgrades or reloading mechanism, insisting that you played enough and it was your turn. Az insisted that you had to win at least the easiest round before you could move on. After you died for the fifth time and the game over screen flashes bright and angry as Azriel comes behind you. 

“You can’t reload or switch guns fast enough because you’re holding it wrong.” He rumbles the warmth from his chest seeping into your back as he repositions your hands around the plastic. “And you can’t aim because you’re holding the gun too low and it’s not registering with the sensor,” He pulls your arm up so that the gun is now level with your collarbones. “There, see how that feels?” You shudder as his breath hits your neck, rolling your shoulders to fight off the rising goosebumps from his proximity and pray that he can’t see the heat creeping up your cheeks in the dim light. He inserts the tokens for both of you and starts the game again. You actually manage to beat the easiest level and let out a shout that makes a few mothers shoot you angry glares, turning to Azriel eyes blazing with victory. He smiles, actually smiles at you, and you start toward him before awkwardly pausing. If it was Lucien, Rhys, or hell even Cassian you would’ve thrown your arms around them to celebrate. But it was Azriel, so you settle for an awkward smile and offer your hand up for a high-five. He returns it and reluctantly follows you over to DDR, which he does surprisingly well at. 

You should’ve known apparently he’s good at everything. You shoot him a questioning gaze and he gives a nonchalant shrug, but there’s amusement in his eyes that makes a laugh bubble out of your chest.

The both of you settle on ski ball and a couple other arcade games that leave you both with a massive pile of tickets that you have to spend at the counter. You end up combing your tickets for the free pizza coupon so you settle into the booths and wait for it to be delivered to your table. This time the silence isn’t terribly awkward, you’re surrounded by kids laughing, terribly censored pop radio, and the smell of mediocre arcade pizza. You flick through social media on your phone and answer a couple texts before the waitress brings you a pitcher of lemonade and a large cheese pizza. You take two slices and Azriel piles 4 onto his plate, raising a brow at you as he shoves his face. 

“You don’t have to eat it like it’s about to run away from you.” You giggle out around a sip of your lemonade and Azriel thankfully takes the comment as the joke it is instead of an insult and laughs. 

“I’m a growing boy sweetheart, gotta eat.” He shoves almost half a piece of pizza in his mouth and pats his stomach for effect. The blush is back and Az watches it darken your cheeks with amusement dancing in his eyes. Thoroughly stuffed and satisfied you climb back into Azriel’s car as he drives you back to the rink, looking out the window as stars twinkle in the night sky. 

“I had fun tonight,” you mutter as he drops you off at your car. “I’ll see you tomorrow for practice.” Azriel nods at you from his rolled-down window and waits until you’re in your car and pulling out of the parking lot before he starts his drive home.

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[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 19. sexting

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “miss me on holiday season”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ aether is away for the festive spirits, that doesn’t stop you from missing him though

pairing: aether ghoul x gn!ghoul!reader

a/n: aether supremacy 🙏🙏

cw: nsfw content. sexting. stripping. masturbation (video sent). kinda friends with benefits thing (?).

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“i’m this close to driving all the way back to the ministry for you.” —❤︎

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the ministry felt a lot more stale today.

one of your fellow ghouls, aether, was gone for the month of december. why? he had some important business going on with another band, and so he went off with them to celebrate. of course, the papa and ghouls were supportive of this decision, including you.

but things felt a lot more boring without the spunky quintessence ghoul. he was your right hand man, partner in crime even. it was a little weird not being in the same room as him.

sighing heavily to yourself, you wallowed in your own boredom while staring up at your bedroom ceiling. nothing to do today, how fun. normally, this would’ve been one of those moments where you and aether had messed around with your usual ghoulish shenanigans, pulling pranks on your pack mates or even the siblings of sin.

“satanas above, i can’t stand this.” you whined, turning to your side, you went to grab your phone off the nightstand, and began texting your best friend, tail swishing with anticipation.

y/n: heyyyyy i’m bored !!! pick up the phone !!

not even less than a minute later, your phone buzzed with a notification, and you flashed a toothy grin, knowing exactly who had texted you.

aether: awww, missed me that much?? :)))

y/n: maaaayyybeee

aether: good. i missed you too, cutie

you could practically hear aether’s laugh from the other side of your phone, and the very thought made you giggle. it was nice to know that aether really valued your guy’s relationship as friends.

the two of you continued to chat about nothing specific in particular, mostly about what you planned on doing over the winter season, and plans with potential friends and family. aether seemed to be having a lot of fun with his other band, and you were happy for him. hearing him talk so passionately about music made your ghoulish heart swell from sweetness.

it was nice. really nice.

though, it was still rather stale without your friend around. you really wanted to show aether how much you missed him.

and what better way to do that than to… mess with him a bit.

smirking as you typed a response to one of aether’s texts, you used this time to take a picture of yourself. there was a twist however, you took the picture without your shirt on. the position you were in looked comfy, and your expression was relaxed, but there was that infamous glint in your eyes that showed you knew what you were doing. this would surely screw with aether’s head, and you couldn’t wait to see the reaction.

sending the picture, your claws clacked against your screen as you laid on your stomach comfortably, grinning evilly while your tail wagged. oh aether was gonna like that picture alright.

not long later, a ring on your phone, and you opened the message.

aether: are you trying to fuck with me?

you smirked.

y/n: now what are you talking about?

aether rolled his eyes as he looked at your message. you were such a minx, just messing with his mind like that, and you knew full well that he couldn’t get to you at the very moment.

he had to make you pay for that.

aether: oh you’re so paying for that.

soon after, aether sent an image of him without his shirt on. this time, his expression was more flirty than yours, and his pose was more suggestive too. you almost did a spit take, chuckling at aether’s counter to your image.

y/n: oh so we’re really doing this now?

aether: you bet your ass we are.

aether: you started it after all, cutie ;))

you smirked again, your grin showcasing a more naughty side to you.

y/n: game on then.

the back and forth continued between you and your friend for a while, with the picture being sent getting more and more provocative as you continued on. one by one, articles of clothing came off. you guys started with discarding shirts, but then it went to removing jackets, then pants, and soon it would be underwear.

aether was not only good at sending sexy pictures of himself, oh no, he was an artist with his words too. that’s why he was such a good musician too, he just knew what to tell you. he was talking about all of the dirty things he wanted to do to you, attaching equally suggestive pictures to each caption.

aether: oh you look so damn good like that, makes me wanna fuck you up

aether: you mind spreading your legs a bit more in that one? i wanna see the full view ;)

aether: fuck. do that again for me, sweet thing.

aether: i’m this close to driving all the way back to the ministry for you.

what a dreamboat he was. it was rather fun and exciting to be able to do this kind of stuff with your best friend, even if the activities weren’t very best friend-y.

you smirked and responded to another one of aether’s suggestive little quips.

y/n: if you want me so bad then come over here alreadyyy

aether: hmm… you’re gonna have to convince me, cutie.

oh you were going to convince him alright.

you were already stripped bare of all of your clothes, but you haven’t sent a picture of you completely nude. no, you were going to do something even better. using a few pillows to create a makeshift camera stand, you propped your phone up on top of it and gently laid yourself in front of the camera.

damn, you looked hella good.

grinning to yourself, you used your tail to press the record button on your camera. smirking, and laying yourself against the sheets while spreading your legs, your fingers gently stroked over your aching sex, and in the most desperate, dramatic voice possible, you begged.

“oh aether.. aether baby.. please come back. i’ve been so lonely this christmas without you. please.. please i need you… i need you and your cock inside of me already… please.”

you made sure to sound as needy and whiny as possible while you played with yourself. that would have certainly gotten his rocks off on the spot, you just knew how to push aether’s buttons.

sending the video without second thought, it took aether a while to respond. he must’ve taken forever to process what he just saw.

but the response was worth it.

aether: fuck you, you tease.

aether: i’m coming over right now. you’ve created a massive problem in my pants that you need to fix.

you smiled to yourself, knowing damn well you’ve already won this game.

y/n: i’ll be waiting~

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[anincompletelist]

2024 wips! :D

hi all! taking a page out of @inexplicablymine 's playbook and compiling a list of my current and (hopefully) future wips for this year since I haven't revisited this list in a few months!

also, please feel free to consider this an open tag if it's something you'd like to do as well! I think it's a wonderful way to get organized and to share some excitement!

[and before we start, here are all of the fics posted in 2023!]

Something Borrowed, Something Blue (aka bridesmaids!) is posting now and currently has three out of thirteen parts posted. it will be fully published by the end of the month! you can read here:

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

When June gets engaged, Alex, her brother, and Henry, her best friend, are asked to be the official Guys Of Honor. There’s a month to plan the whole thing, which would be near impossible anyway, only made worse by the fact that being around each other the last several years has only ever led to petty fights and useless competition. Unfortunately, as the two most important men in her life - aside from her fiancé - they don’t really have much of a choice. Alex has a lot of feelings about this. As it turns out, Henry does too.

[the following works have at least half or more of their goal word count completed and will likely be posted sometime in february if all goes to plan]

dom!alex part two to this fic [5k]

soft dom!henry [10k]

five times henry doms alex on accident and one time he does it on purpose [4k]

angsty alex 5 + 1 / 'sticks & stones' [2k]

[redacted] 'verse prequel

[wips that have significant word counts or have been fully outlined but still have a ways to go before they're finished]

poetry au / 'speak easy' [23k]

canon divergent anonymous server fic [5k]

vamp!henry + vamp hunter!alex [2k]

hitman!alex au [15k]

diabetic!alex au [6k]

a/b/o au set in canon verse [20k]

truman show au [1k]

boxer!alex au [1k]

escort alex / private club au [2k]

cha cha real smooth inspired au

canon divergent thriller inspired by 1984 / knives out / nine perfect strangers / the menu / the hunt

Jeff (Bottoms) x Shane (Minx)

professional gift giver non-famous alex au

mary and george inspired one shot

[ideas and snippets I have written down but don't have a significant word count yet]

quantum of solace inspired one shot (bond)

google au

drunk dial canon divergence

happiest season au

rival wineries au

alex is medusa, henry is midas

museum guide henry + substitute teacher alex

one shot about henry's antidepressants side effects

severance au

a/b/o au #2

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please feel free to come and yell at me (kindly) about any of these or to send requests! this list changes constantly but I tried to round up everything I could think of for right now :)

xx