#on my way home and now I have mixed feelings about this

[kirammanswifey]

hello!!! I really enjoy reading your writing, always reading them like it's a bedtime story lol. I was wondering how arcane characters would react with you wearing their clothes. like after a long day they come home and see you in their clothes or like you fall in a puddle and they give you their clothes to wear, anything you want

thank you for your words, sweetheart, you just made my day, hope you like this ;)

how arcane characters would react to you wearing their clothes (fem reader, romance/fluff)

characters: viktor, jinx, vi, caitlyn, jayce, ekko, silco, mel and sevika.

writer's note: i love you, person who asked for this. this kind of dynamics are fun because you can write it from many perspectives and use several genres, and i love a fluff with a little bit of spicy. as you already know request are open ;)

Viktor

The sound of the door closing behind you seems louder in the silence of the room. The rain hasn't stopped outside, and each drop seems to remind you how soaked you are. Your wet clothes cling uncomfortably to your skin, and you decide you can't stay like this. You look around, and your eyes land on one of Viktor's shirts, casually draped over the back of a chair. You know he won’t mind, so you grab it and head to the bathroom to change.

The soft fabric of Viktor's shirt, slightly oversized for you, falls over your shoulders, enveloping you in its characteristic scent—a mix of old paper, ink, and something you've always associated with him. You feel a little warmer, wrapped in something so intimately his.

Soon after, you hear the familiar click of Viktor’s cane in the hallway. He’s back home after a long day at the lab. You know he must be exhausted too, but you still feel a little nervous about how he’ll react to seeing you in his clothes.

The door opens slowly, and Viktor steps inside. His slender figure pauses for a moment when he sees you, his amber eyes studying you with a mix of surprise and something else you can't fully identify. He doesn’t say anything at first, but you can see his normally neutral expression gradually soften.

“Did you have a rough day?” he finally asks, his voice soft and concerned as he closes the door behind him.

You nod, fiddling with the long sleeves of the shirt that come down almost to the middle of your hands. “Yeah, I got caught in the rain on my way back,” you explain. “I changed so I wouldn’t soak everything, hope you don’t mind me wearing your shirt.”

He takes a few steps toward you, leaning slightly on his cane. His eyes linger on you, but this time there’s a warmth in them that he rarely shows. “I don’t mind at all,” he says, a faint smile curving his lips. “Though I must admit, it looks better on you than I expected.”

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks at his comment, and he seems to notice, because his smile widens slightly. Viktor rarely makes such remarks, but when he does, they always leave you momentarily speechless.

“Come here,” he says gently, extending his free hand toward you. “You’re shivering. I don’t want you to get sick.”

You take his hand, feeling the warmth of his fingers wrapping around yours. He leads you to the couch and helps you sit. “I’ll make something warm for you. Wait here.”

You watch as he moves toward the kitchen, his steps careful and precise. As you watch him, you can’t help but feel a mix of tenderness and admiration. Viktor is always so considerate, even when he’s exhausted.

A few minutes later, he returns with a steaming cup of tea. He sits next to you, offering it with a look that reflects both concern and something more intimate. “Drink slowly, it’s hot.”

You take a sip, feeling the warmth spread from your throat to your chest. “Thanks, darling. You always know how to take care of me.”

He looks at you, his expression more relaxed now. “It’s natural to want to take care of someone who means so much to you,” he says with a sincerity that makes your heart race.

You set the cup down on the table, turning toward him. “And you? How was your day?”

Viktor leans back against the couch, his gaze drifting for a moment. “It was... long. But seeing you here, wearing my shirt, makes it all worth it.”

His words are simple, but the weight behind them hits you hard. You lean toward him, taking his hand in yours. “I like wearing your clothes. It makes me feel close to you, like I’m carrying a piece of you with me.”

Viktor looks at you, his expression softening even more. “Then you should wear them more often,” he says, his eyes gleaming with a mix of affection and tenderness. “Though it might be hard to get them back if you look this good in them.”

You smile, feeling completely at home in this little world you’ve built together. “Maybe I’ll never return them,” you joke, enjoying the soft laugh that escapes his lips.

He leans in a little closer, his hand gently caressing yours. “That wouldn’t be a problem. I can always buy more, but seeing you like this... that’s something priceless.”

Jinx

You're at Jinx's hideout after a day full of adventures in Zaun. You had been helping her with some of her projects, and amidst all the excitement and chaos, you ended up with your clothes completely ruined, covered in paint and grease stains.

"Wow, wow! Look at you!" Jinx says, laughing as she points at your shirt and pants. "Looks like your clothes lost the battle against my masterpiece."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Yeah, looks like I need a change of clothes urgently."

Without missing a beat, Jinx jumps towards one of her wardrobes, rummaging through her quirky collection of garments. "I know! Put this on." She pulls out a black crop top and one of her signature jackets—blue with neon details—and tosses them to you with a mischievous grin. "You'll look awesome. Trust me."

After taking off your dirty clothes, you put on the crop top and finish with the jacket. "How do I look?" you ask, spinning around so Jinx can see.

She watches you with a growing smile. Her blue eyes sparkle with excitement as she quickly approaches, tugging at the sleeves to adjust them on your arms. "Oh, for the love of explosions! You look amazing! It's like this jacket was made for you!" Jinx steps back to admire you better, placing a hand on her chin as if evaluating a piece of art.

"It's not what I usually wear, but your style suits me better than I thought," you say, feeling the warmth of her gaze.

Jinx claps, thrilled. "I knew it! I knew it! My instincts never fail." Then, her eyes light up even more, as if she just had the most brilliant idea in the world. "I know! From now on, we could wear matching outfits. It'd be awesome! You and me, matching styles, taking Zaun by storm as an unstoppable duo."

You laugh at her enthusiasm. "Matching outfits? That sounds... interesting."

"No, no, no! It sounds absolutely amazing," she insists, giving you a quick spin to see how the jacket fits from all angles. Suddenly, her eyes stop on the back of the jacket, and an even bigger smile spreads across her face.

"What is it, sweets?" you ask, noticing her fixed gaze.

"Well... look at the back," she says with a mischievous laugh.

You turn to see the back of the jacket and realize that, in big letters, it has "Jinx" written on it. You turn back to her with a raised eyebrow and a playful smile. "So, you're marking your territory or what? You don't want anyone getting confused about whose jacket this is?"

Jinx bursts into laughter, throwing herself at you and wrapping her arms around you. "Exactly! Now everyone will know you're mine... or at least rocking my style! It's perfect, right?"

You join her laughter, wrapping your arms around her. "Aw sweets, I didn't know you were the type to mark your territory."

She shrugs with a cheeky grin, her face close to yours. "Well, I don't want anyone else claiming my girl. Now everyone will know if they see you, they're looking at half of our dynamic duo!"

Jinx's energy is contagious, and although you know this situation is completely crazy, you can't help but feel comfortable and cherished by her. "Well, I guess I have no choice but to embrace my new look," you say with a smile.

"That's it! Now, with this jacket and my name on your back, we'll be unstoppable!" Jinx leans in, putting an arm around your shoulders and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

Vi

You’d had a bad day. The city of Zaun wasn’t exactly friendly, and after a stumble, you ended up in a puddle full of dirty water with a nauseating smell you couldn't even describe. As you walked towards Vi’s place, with your legs soaked and irritation taking over, all you could think about was how lucky you were to have Vi to vent to and shake off this bad day.

When you arrived at her door, frustration and exhaustion were written all over your face. You knocked on the door, and as always, Vi opened it with a teasing smile, though upon seeing you like this, her expression changed to a mix of concern and amusement.

“What happened to you?” she asked with a playful grin, noticing the discouragement on your face.

"Zaun," you grunted, almost growling as you stepped inside. "I fell into a puddle. Everything stinks."

Vi let out a soft laugh. “Wow! You must be thrilled. Are you sure you're not going to become Zaun's new statue?” she said in her sarcastic tone, but there was something more in her eyes. A hidden concern behind her teasing tone.

“I’m not in the mood,” you muttered as you headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. The sensation of the hot water was comforting, and after a few minutes, you managed to feel like some of your bad day had washed away. However, upon exiting, you realized you didn’t have anything else to wear.

Vi, always attentive to these details, had left one of her favorite shirts on the bed. The red shirt, which always fit you loosely and had, over time, become something you wore more often. You put it on without thinking too much. The smell of Vi on the garment gave you a sense of calm, but at the same time, the tension that had always existed between you grew a bit more.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, Vi was in the living room, lying back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. She watched you silently as you entered, a gleam in her eyes that didn’t go unnoticed. The shirt, oversized on you, moved with each of your steps, and despite how awkward the situation could be, you felt incredibly drawn to her gaze.

Vi sat up straight, her eyes fixed on you. The smile that spread across her face was almost predatory. “So, you’re wearing it again, huh?” Her voice was soft, but there was a touch of challenge and desire in it that you couldn’t ignore. “You look... interesting.”

You shrugged, though the way she looked at you made you feel more exposed than you’d like. “You left it there for me, Vi. And yes, I like wearing it, it's comfortable.” But as you spoke, her eyes didn’t leave you, scanning you from top to bottom with that intensity that always made time seem to stop.

Vi approached slowly, her steps sure, almost as if she was savoring every second that passed near you. “Just comfortable? Are you sure?” Her voice was lower now, filled with a dangerous softness. “Because that shirt... it’s kind of sexy. And it seems like it’s not just the shirt. It’s like you’re saying, ‘I’m yours,’ but without saying it out loud.”

The atmosphere became heavy, the tension floating in the air was impossible to miss. Your cheeks flushed red at Vi’s proximity, at the words she had said and the way she had said them. You tried to maintain your composure, but the heat in your body didn’t lie.

“And what if it is?” you asked, your words bolder than you thought, as you looked her in the eyes.

Vi stopped in front of you, her hands resting on her hips, watching you with a mix of challenge and attraction. “Then,” she said, her eyes sparkling with complicity, “can I claim you as mine?” The way she said it, with that low, enveloping tone, made your heart race. The tension between the two of you was palpable, as if the distance between you disappeared with every word.

You stepped closer, enough to feel the warmth of her body, her breath almost on yours. “I don’t think you need to ask for permission,” you said, using a defiant smile, knowing the game had begun.

Vi smiled with that mischievous glint in her eyes, stepping even closer. “You’re right. I marked you as mine long before you wore this shirt.” She tugged at the hem of the shirt and pulled you closer to her. “But, do you want me to mark you now in another way?”

You felt everything inside you react to her closeness, and you knew this was about to get much more intense. Vi always had that power over you, and the way she was looking at you now proved it.

“That sounds tempting,” you murmured, your words coming out softer than you expected, but without regret.

With a satisfied smile, Vi finally took you by the waist and gently brought your lips to hers. “Then let’s not waste time, little deer,” she whispered before kissing you with an intensity as great as your desire for her.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn and you had just returned from a recent mission. It had been a long day, filled with tensions, reports, and the constant need to maintain the facade of control. But now, after leaving the worries behind, all you wanted was to relax and enjoy Caitlyn's company, who always managed to make the chaos of the day fade away, at least for a while.

In the bathroom, the steam mixed with the heat, surrounding you as you sank into the relaxation the tub brought. Caitlyn was beside you, dipping into the water to wet her hair, the situation beginning to feel more intimate than usual. Both of you had made it a habit to share a bath after work, an opportunity to shed the physical and mental tensions.

Though you had been together in moments of camaraderie, the brush of your wet bodies in the water created a new, different sensation. Caitlyn's hands sometimes slid softly over your back, seeking to relax tense muscles, and you reciprocated, letting out sighs as the closeness became more palpable. Occasionally, her fingers lingered a bit longer than necessary, touching you with a softness that made you shiver.

After finishing, Caitlyn was the first to step out of the bath, running a towel through her hair with a certain awkwardness. "I need something comfortable, do you mind if we wear pajamas?" she asked, almost without thinking, as she headed to her room. There was no need to ask, as something always felt very natural about how she behaved with you, though this time something in her demeanor caught your attention.

When you entered her room, Caitlyn had already changed, but she left the door slightly ajar while pulling out a long-sleeved shirt and comfortable pants. The sight of her bare back made you stop for a moment, watching her with a mix of admiration and restrained desire. It wasn’t the first time you had seen her in light clothing, but something about her attitude tonight felt different. As she dressed, her movements were softer, more... delicate, as if she were waiting for something. Caitlyn turned just as you walked in, giving you the chance to see her in her comfortable clothes.

"Don’t look at me like that," she said, smiling, as always, with that mix of challenge and amusement in her gaze.

"Impossible not to, sheriff," you joked, moving closer to grab your own pajamas and change, but before you could do so, Caitlyn looked at you with an intensity that made you feel uncomfortable in a pleasant way.

You stopped, confused by the intensity in her gaze. "What’s wrong, Cait?" you asked, with a soft smile, feeling how the atmosphere was becoming heavier. "You’re acting different."

Caitlyn took a step toward you, approaching with her typical leader stance, but something in her face said she wasn’t as sure of herself as usual. Her fingers played with the edge of her shirt as she looked at you. "It’s just that..." she began, clearly hesitant, "it’s just that... I like seeing you in my clothes. It’s not just that they fit you well, it’s that... it feels right."

The air between you suddenly thickened, the tension floating, as if her words had opened a door neither of you knew if you were ready to cross. Caitlyn, usually so confident, was now showing vulnerability, but with a vulnerability you had never seen in her before.

You approached her, noticing how her eyes shone a little more than usual. You took her by the shoulders, with a softness that contrasted with her strong character. "Why is it so important to you?" you asked in a low voice, feeling that this moment was different from any other you had experienced with her.

Caitlyn sighed, her fingers touching the fabric of her shirt on your skin. "It’s... hard to explain, but seeing you in my clothes makes me feel closer to you, as if we were even more... partners. It’s weird, I know."

For a moment, all you could do was look at her, your heart pounding in your chest as you processed her words. Caitlyn, so reserved, so firm always, was showing you a side of her that she only shared with you. And that made you feel more connected than ever.

You took her hand, gently stroking it and recognizing the vulnerability in her posture. "I understand," you said, smiling softly. "I like seeing you like this too. Not just in your clothes... but in everything you are. I don’t mind."

Caitlyn looked at you, a shy but genuine smile appearing on her face as her eyes softened. "I guess I’m always looking for ways to stay in control... but with you, it seems I let go of that facade," she said, almost as if speaking to herself. "I feel better when I have you close."

Then, without warning, Caitlyn hugged you, wrapping her arms around you protectively, a soft caress, almost as if seeking comfort. The hug lingered, and in that moment everything seemed to stop. The mission, the worries, the rules. It was just the moment when the two of you truly felt connected, without any barriers separating you.

Jayce

After a long, exhausting day filled with endless debates in the Council, Jayce finally arrives home. The doors open with a soft creak, and the sound of his footsteps echoes down the quiet hallway. You know he’s had a rough day, and you’ve prepared to welcome him in the best way possible. You’ve been working on dinner, almost ready for when he returns, but the most important part is how you plan to greet him.

You’re in the living room, holding a glass of wine, your body draped in Jayce’s white shirt. You know it’s much larger on you than it is on him, and you’ve done it intentionally. Traditional dresses or outfits seem unnecessary now; all you want is to see him relax, to feel good after a long day.

As he approaches, his eyes widen at the sight of you, his shirt hanging off your shoulders, the hem brushing your thighs. However, what catches his attention the most is how you’re wearing nothing underneath. The contrast between your relaxed demeanor and the tension reflected in his face is immediate.

“Welcome home,” you say with a soft smile, raising the glass of wine towards him. “I thought you could use some rest.”

Jayce takes a long breath, as if trying to maintain his composure, but it’s clear that the sight before him has thrown him off balance. His eyes briefly trail over your figure before meeting yours, where the tension is palpable.

“What… what are you doing?” he asks, clearly affected but trying to keep his tone serious, though his eyes betray him.

“I’ve prepared some dinner,” you respond with a playful smile. “Come to the kitchen with me, please. It’s almost ready.”

As you walk towards the kitchen, you can feel his gaze fixed on you. Jayce can’t help but follow you with his eyes, appreciating every detail of your form, especially the way the shirt clings to your body, leaving little to the imagination. The atmosphere in the house has changed, becoming warmer, but also more charged than anyone could have anticipated.

When you reach the kitchen, you start chopping some vegetables, focused on the task but fully aware that Jayce hasn’t stopped looking at you for even a second. The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board fills the space initially, but as time passes, you feel the tension between you both growing.

It’s as if the air thickens, and finally, he can’t resist anymore. Jayce steps forward, slowly moving behind you until you can feel his warmth against your back. His body presses against yours, his breathing now deep and almost irregular. The closeness of his body makes your heart race faster, and the brush of his chest against your back heightens the intensity of the situation… in the best way.

“You look incredible,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, as if afraid to admit what he’s feeling. His breath grazes your neck, and the heat of his body melds with yours, filling you with an electric sensation. “Seeing you in my shirt... I can’t handle it. It turns me on more than I’d like to admit.”

You feel your skin prickling at his words, and for a moment, the knife in your hand is suspended in the air. But you don’t let it fall, even though you’re close to losing yourself in the sensation he provokes in you.

“Oh, really?” you tease, tilting your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder. “What, are you jealous of your own clothes?”

Jayce chuckles softly, a sound full of tension and desire. “It’s not jealousy,” he responds with a smile that barely conceals what he’s feeling. “It’s... fascination. I didn’t know something as simple as a shirt could... affect me this way.”

You feel him move even closer, his body now pressed fully against yours, making the space between you nearly vanish. His hand, soft yet firm, rests on your hip, and the contact is so intimate you could swear the world is about to fade away in that instant.

“You look so good,” he says, his tone now deeper, filled with desire. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.” His erection clearly pressing against your backside.

Finally, after that whisper full of desire, Jayce pulls back slightly, looking down with a small smile. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so direct… but I couldn’t help it. You drive me crazy.”

You turn fully towards him, still smiling, as you take a step closer, closing the gap. “I don’t want apologies. I just want you.” You whisper, before cupping his face in your hands and devouring his lips.

Ekko

Ekko enters his workshop, closing the door with a tired sigh. The gears keep turning, the hum of the machines welcomes him as always. You step into the space after hearing his footsteps. Ekko didn’t expect to find an unexpected scene: you, wearing his orange bandana around your neck, his sleeveless white shirt, and a pair of his baggy pants that barely allow you to walk properly. It was like you were cosplaying him.

You throw him a playful look as you adjust the shirt, which is obviously much larger than you. You smile as you see his eyes widen slightly, observing your figure draped in his clothes.

"What? Do you like my style?" you ask with a mischievous tone, noticing the sparkle in his eyes. The Ekko you know isn't easily startled, but now, you can tell something has slightly caught him off guard.

"I wasn’t expecting this," he responds with a sly grin, crossing his arms as he watches you with a mix of interest and amusement. "So, you took over my clothes without asking? Are you planning to take my entire wardrobe too, or just this for now?"

Your laughter is soft but playful. You know you're teasing him, but you enjoy seeing how his confident attitude meets this little challenge. "Does it bother you?" you ask as you step closer, playful.

Ekko takes a step towards you, wearing that characteristic, confident smile. "Of course, it doesn’t bother me, babe," he replies in a teasing tone, moving closer. "It’s just that I feel bad saying it doesn't suit you as much as it suits me," Ekko puffed out his chest with an air of arrogance that made you roll your eyes.

"Please, Ekko, we both know you're only saying that because you feel threatened. It’s not my fault your clothes look better on me than on you. It gives me a mysterious vibe," you joke in the same tone.

Ekko lets out a laugh, one that shows he’s fully into the joke, enjoying the chemistry between you two. "Mysterious, huh? You’re right. It’s strange seeing you so... you, but with a touch of my style," he responds, still smiling.

At that moment, you look him directly in the eyes, and without thinking, you say with a mischievous smile, "I think it’s going to cost you a lot to get it back, huh? Maybe I’ll make you a deal... I’ll give it back, but in exchange for something."

Ekko's face lights up with a grin of complicity. "Hmm, I don’t know if I want to know what kind of deal you have in mind," he replies in a low voice, clearly interested. "But now that you mention it, I might be willing to negotiate."

The tension in the air becomes more palpable, the electricity between you more intense. Ekko seems relaxed, but his gaze, his posture, everything about him says he’s enjoying the situation. You can’t help it; the power play between you is present, and you both enjoy it.

You step a little closer, almost closing the space between you and Ekko, feeling his warmth and the vibrant energy that always accompanies him. "Are you really willing to negotiate?" you ask, tilting your head slightly, letting your tone become a bit softer, more seductive. "Because if you are, I have a few ideas..."

Ekko looks at you with those bright eyes, always full of life and challenge. "Oh, I see you come with plans," he replies, his voice low and deep, full of the same playful energy you both are enjoying. "Tell me, what kind of deal do you have in mind?"

You slide your hands around his neck, letting them rest on his shoulders, while you play with one of his dreadlocks. "Well, you could start by convincing me why I should give you back your clothes," you whisper, leaning in close enough that your breath brushes against his skin.

Ekko smiles, clearly enjoying this little game. "Convince you, huh?" His hand slowly travels to your waist, holding you with a confidence that has always fascinated you. "What if I propose something? Maybe we could share it."

You look at him with a raised eyebrow, pretending surprise. "Share it? Wow, that sounds pretty generous of you. But what do I get out of it?"

Ekko tilts his head to the side, studying you with that sharp gaze that always seems to see more than you let on. "You get to have something of mine, something that reminds you of me every time you wear it. And I... I get the lucky chance to see you wearing it, like now."

His words, full of sincerity but wrapped in that light, playful tone, make your heart race a little faster. You feel the warmth of his hand on your waist, his proximity, and you can’t help but smile. "Sounds like a good deal," you murmur, brushing your nose against his.

Ekko holds you closer, his smile soft but confident. "And maybe, every now and then, you’ll let me get a piece of clothing back... but only if you promise to return it like this, with your added style."

You laugh softly, enjoying the warmth emanating from his body and the soft drumming of his heart under your hand. "Sounds fair," you reply before closing the distance between you and sealing the deal with a soft but meaningful kiss.

Silco

The atmosphere in Silco's office is always charged. The dim light from the lamps illuminates the dark corners of the room as he sits behind his desk, his calculating eyes focused on the pile of papers and documents in front of him. Since taking control of Zaun, his life has been immersed in a routine of power and difficult decisions.

However, today something has changed. Today, you have sneaked into his space. He knew you were approaching, he had heard your footsteps, but it wasn't until you entered that he realized what was about to happen.

You approach him with a firm step, and without warning, you settle on his lap, making him pause in what he was doing. You’re wearing his jacket, large, with the collar up, covering you completely and hanging from your shoulders. The garment is unmistakably his, and it fits you in a way Silco couldn’t have anticipated. The jacket, which gives your figure a more mysterious and dominant air, seems to imbue you with more than just his style; it makes you part of his world.

You settle comfortably on him, smiling playfully, enjoying the control you have over the situation. Silco observes you with a slight smile on his lips, though he doesn’t take his eyes off you. At first, he says nothing, but when his eyes fix on your clothing, his tone subtly changes, filled with that authoritative air that characterizes him so well.

"You've been holed up here all day, not paying much attention," you confess in a tender whisper.

"Is that why you're wearing my jacket?" he asks, in a deep voice, as his eyes scan your figure. It’s clear he notices the game you’re starting, and a spark of interest ignites in his gaze.

"I just wanted your attention," you respond with a mischievous smile, enjoying the closeness and the way Silco watches you, as if evaluating every move.

Silco raises an eyebrow, not losing his composure. "And what makes you think wearing my clothes will get it?" His tone is challenging, but something else shines in his eyes. There’s a mix of curiosity and, perhaps, a bit of amusement, something he rarely shows.

"Maybe because it looks much better on me than on you," you reply with a light laugh, feeling how the tension in the air shifts slightly, but without losing the essence of the power you both share.

"It suits you," Silco says, without taking his eyes off you. "You are… an interesting interruption."

He leans in a little closer, his presence always so imposing. "But, you know? What you're wearing isn’t just clothing," he adds, with that deep voice that always makes you feel as if you're being drawn into him. "It's a reminder. Of who you are, and who you belong to."

The air becomes tense, not because of the threat in his tone, but because of the intention perceived in his words. Silco, in his own way, is marking territory. It’s not something obvious or rude, but a subtle gesture that speaks of his way of claiming, of having control over what is his, over you.

You move closer to him, and the distance between the two of you shortens until you can feel his breath nearer. "Who do you belong to, Silco?" you ask softly, almost as a challenge, maintaining a firm, confident gaze.

Silco doesn’t respond immediately, but his eyes soften, and he looks you up and down with a mix of admiration and possessiveness. A side of him that he rarely shows.

"That’s something only you and I will know," he replies, and immediately takes a step toward you, positioning himself so close that the tension feels like a weight in the air. You can’t escape his presence, but you don’t want to either.

Finally, when the space between you is almost nonexistent, Silco places a hand on your shoulder, touching the fabric of the jacket delicately, as if this piece of clothing represents something more than just a garment.

"Take off the jacket," he orders in a whisper, with that deep voice that knows how to make every word feel significant.

Without waiting for you to do it immediately, he takes it with one hand and slides it off your shoulders gently, as if he wants to hold onto that moment a bit longer. When the jacket falls to the floor, Silco looks at it for a second, and then his eyes lock onto yours again.

"No need for more clothing between us, is there?" he murmurs, a challenging tone in his voice. "But if you insist on wearing something of mine, make sure it's what I want."

Mel

The atmosphere in Mel’s mansion is filled with sophistication and soft lights illuminating the walls adorned with high-class art. The event in Piltover, which both of you are about to attend, is one of the most anticipated of the year, and Mel, as always, is ready to stand out. Her presence is undeniable, but tonight, something feels different. The air between you is charged with an energy that rarely occurs between two such powerful individuals, but today, there is a closeness evident from the very first moment.

After hours of preparation, Mel is ready, but she notices that you still haven’t found the right dress. “Don’t worry about that,” she says with a confident smile, her tone soft yet firm. “I have something that will make you shine more than anyone else at that event.”

With an elegant gesture, Mel approaches the wardrobe where she keeps her most exclusive garments and shows you a dress that immediately takes your breath away. It’s a long black silk dress with golden details that seem to catch the light with every movement. The neckline is subtle but enough to suggest powerful elegance. The fabric falls gracefully, highlighting the figure without being vulgar, and at the back, there is a slit that reveals your legs in a sophisticated way.

Mel holds it up in front of you, and her eyes gleam with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. “This is perfect for you,” she says with confidence, knowing her choice is flawless. “I want you to feel as impressive as you truly are.”

It takes you a moment to process the idea of wearing such a stunning dress, but you can’t help but smile. You feel a hint of excitement and perhaps something more in the air.

The moment you put on the dress, something changes. Mel watches as the fabric fits your body, her gaze attentive and assessing, but also filled with something more, as if she’s seeing beyond just appearance. The dress fits perfectly, as if it had been made especially for you, and Mel can’t help but smile, proud of having made the right choice.

When you finally see yourself in the mirror, you realize what she’s seeing. You become aware that, somehow, you’ve transformed into someone else. The dress highlights your strength and elegance, but it also gives you a vulnerability you’ve never felt before.

“Perfect,” Mel says, her voice soft, but her gaze full of approval. “I knew you’d be dazzling.”

She then steps closer and places a hand on your shoulder, slightly adjusting the fabric as if ensuring everything is in place is an important task for her. When she steps back to observe you again, her eyes show a warm glow, as if she’s proud of you in a very personal way.

“Now,” she says, her tone more playful, “let’s make everyone in Piltover wonder who this woman with so much power and beauty is.”

You smile, taking her hand with renewed confidence. The tension in the air feels electric, but this time it’s different. It’s not just about attending an important event but about the closeness of how you both feel at this moment.

When you’re finally ready to leave the mansion, Mel looks at you with a small smile, but full of admiration. “Let’s conquer this event together,” she says with the confidence that always accompanies her, and you know that with her by your side, there’s nothing you can’t achieve.

Sevika

It’s a calm afternoon in Zaun, but you know you can’t relax too much. Sevika has just returned from a mission, her body covered in oil stains and dust, but it seems like just another layer over her tough, hardened skin. Although it’s unusual for her to show vulnerability, today, for some reason, she seems more human, more approachable.

She enters the room with a firm step, but something seems to have left her tired. She’s looking at you without saying anything, though you know that silence rarely means there’s nothing more beneath the surface with Sevika.

You decide to take advantage of being in her space, knowing there’s no work to be done tonight. As you approach her, a strange calm takes over you. Without much thought, you head toward her wardrobe, opening the doors in hopes of finding something comfortable to wear. You know she’s not one to be easily unsettled by your jokes or your presence in her space.

In a moment of her inattention, you find a large leather jacket, rugged in design, clearly meant for someone more imposing than you. “I think this will fit me,” you murmur to yourself as you put it on without much thought.

When Sevika sees you, her eyes trail over your figure with a gaze full of attention. She doesn’t say anything immediately, but silence fills the air. However, her posture changes, and Sevika’s typical confidence unfolds with force. She crosses her arms and watches you, as if evaluating a new threat.

“Did you take my jacket?” she finally asks, her voice firm but with a small spark of amusement.

“What? Don’t you like how it looks on me?” you tease, challenging her to say something.

Sevika approaches you, unhurried but imposing. Her eyes never stop observing you, almost with curiosity. When she’s close, she extends a hand and, with a finger, touches the part of the jacket on your shoulder, examining it closely.

“Not bad,” she responds in a deep tone, but her gaze reflects something more.

You feel a bit provocative sensing her tone, deciding to play a bit more. “Do you like seeing me in something of yours?” you ask, smiling as you step closer to her.

The tension between the two of you rises. Sevika isn’t one to lose control, but you know that sometimes you like to challenge her. The brush of her finger on the jacket, her eyes fixed on you, and that way she has of dominating the situation make you feel the heat building in the air.

“Maybe you like being in my territory,” Sevika replies, her voice softer than you expected but still loaded with authority. The way she moves closer makes it feel like she’s already marking her space but leaves room for the game.

Suddenly, as if it had all been planned, Sevika steps toward you, her face close to yours, her lips almost touching your ear as she whispers, “Just make sure that jacket isn’t the only thing you take from me.”

Her tone is low, full of unspoken promises. The brush of her body against yours is inevitable, and at that moment, everything you’ve been waiting for seems to collapse in the air. Sevika isn’t the typical woman who gives herself easily, but she does enjoy playing with limits.

You stand there, wearing Sevika’s jacket on your shoulders, feeling her evaluating you, challenging you, and provoking you all at the same time.

You know Sevika isn’t someone who likes losing control, but you have a special place in her life, a place where trust mixes with that spark of madness that makes everything much more interesting.

“And what else would you like me to take from you?” you ask, keeping the challenge in your words, a playful smile appearing on your lips.

She stares at you intently, and the intensity of her gaze lets you know that, even though her attitude is one of control, she’s well aware of what’s happening between the two of you. The tension is at its peak, but Sevika simply smiles, that confident smile only she knows how to give.

“That, you’ll find out soon,” she replies in a softer tone than you imagined.

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Peaceful as it Comes

Wife Sevika x Female Wife Reader (Fluff)

Domestic moments with Sevikidiki. More than one scenario with head cannons at the very end. :))

Content: Sevika has both arms. Modern Setting. Lots of being in Sevika’s lap and having her hug you from behind. Minor age gap.

Proofread || Note: DAY DREAMING ABOUT THESEE!! Ignore any spelling/grammar mistakes 🙂‍↔️

Breakfast with Distractions

You lived in out in the country with a small, satisfying, house that came with a lot of land. You had your own garden in the backyard, fueled by the river than ran through it. Early in the mornings you’d find yourself sat on a wooden chair, that your wife had built you, with a cup of coffee in hand. The sounds of the birds chirping, breeze blowing the trees, and the soft clinking from the backdoor opening would make the moment further more peaceful. It was your wife.

Sevika approached, standing behind you and staring down at your figure. You had on the dress she’d gifted on your anniversary. A red and white long, flowly dress which you matched with a pair of brown boots. Your wife said it was her favourite outfit, so you wore it often. The smell of her cologne filled your nose and she smiled at your cozied position. Legs pulled up to your chest, cup on your knees, with your hair flowing with the wind that flew by.

Everything was peaceful.

“Morning, you’re already out here?” Sevika broke the silence, brushing a hair from your lips. “Thought I’d finish planting the flowers, I’ve only got a few left.” You answered, watching as she leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead. “Y’have breakfast yet?” At her question, you flash a sheepish smile and raise your cup. Coffee was the only thing you’d had.

“Pancakes?”

“Yeah, pancakes sound good.”

Entering inside, you tie on your apron and pull out a pan from the cabinet. Your shared house wasn’t fancy, wasn’t fleshy built, but it was enough to satisfy your quiet life. Cracks were common, so were stains, and especially creaks. But it, honestly, only made it feel more like a home. Like you were actually living there.

“In my defence, I was waiting for you to wake up.” You muttered, mixing the milk and pancake batter. “And, you couldn’t of done that yourself?” Was Sevika’s sly response, with her hands on your hips she began swaying them. Guiding them alongside with her all the while peppering your shoulder with kisses. “Your wife’s a little busy.” Though you couldn’t resist it when she was so affectionate. “Oh? Is swaying your hips a distraction? Wouldn’t o’guessed.“ Sevika’s voice low and soft as her hands ran up and down your sides. “Did I say that?”

With the batter finally mixed, you pour some onto the heated pan and spread it into a circle. As the pancakes cooked, your wife turned you around and gave your hips a squeeze. “Still busy?” Forehead pressed against yours, back leaning against the counter with your hands now cupping her cheeks. You smiled. “Not as much as before, no.”

Your eyes met her pretty grey ones and you didn’t stop yourself from being pulled into a kiss. It was slow, just staring into eachother all the while sharing your breaths. Beautiful was what you called it. And when Sevika’s dark lips finally pressed against yours, your mind went blank for a moment. The pancakes didn’t matter. The flowers you had to plant could wait another hour. And, your grumbling stomach could kiss some ass. All you could really focus on was the soft taps your wife left on your lips. The way the warmth of her hands seeped through your dress and heated your skin. The way her breath felt against your face. And the way her lips tasted.

With a lingering peck on your lips, your girlfriend pulled back. “Love my days off.” She whispered, half her attention on flipping the pancake. “If it had burned I would’ve kicked your ass.” You joked, kissing her cheek one last time before going back to preparing breakfast.

“You’re a real distraction, babe.”

“And, you love me for it.”

Take a Break, Don’t ya?

Chores. Chores. Chores. And, some more chores. You’d made dinner, vacuumed the house, and even cleared out some of Sevika’s old papers from her office desk. Now, the last few things you needed to do were: clean the kitchen and sweep the floors. Those were easy tasks, and you were prepared to get them done.

Wiping the marble counters with a wet towel, you made sure everything was squeaky-clean. Made sure the ingredients were arranged perfectly, the sink was empty, and the dishes were where they were supposed to be. It took you about an hour, and in that time frame your wife had returned home and was freshening up.

A damp towel wrapped around her neck, she made her way to you. Wearing a tanktop and a pair of shorts, she looked exhausted. Sevika worked in construction, and that meant constant stress, sore muscles, and injuries. Though they were only minor, scratches and bruises were something you could handle. Not to mention how much muscle she’d put up, it was attractive. Made you horny even on your period.

“Haven’t seen you all day.” Her muscular arms tapping your backside to her front as she breathed down your neck. “How was work? Tiring as usual?” You, settling the pans and pots into the cupboard neatly, asked. Everyday was just as busy as the last, except for weekends; that’s when you and your wife could do whatever you wanted to.

“Y’guessed it,” pressing a heavy kiss on your cheek and pulling away to sit herself down onto the couch. “Hey, dinner’s ready. Grab a plate.” You’d already ate with content and now were waiting for your wife to. Afterwards, the two of you were free to talk and huddle up next to one another. “I will, just come here for a second.”

“You’re not the only busy woman in this relationship.” You flash her a look, tossing the towel into the washer before hanging your apron on a chair. There was more to do, and Sevika wanted you to relax with her? Well, you couldn’t really say no. Not when her legs were perfectly spread and her voice sounded so welcoming.

Plopping down onto your natural seat, your wife’s lap, you take a deep, long breath. It’d been a hot minute since you’d let your sore back slouch. Let your legs relax. “Take a break, alright? I know you’ve been at it for hours.” Sevika shifted on the couch, legs spreading further as she settled you inbetween them. It was like that everyday.

She’d come home, freshen up, and just sit with you for a few. It took your mind off of things, made your tense muscles loose. You appreciated how easily she could get. Also, because she said you’d have more wrinkles if you worked too hard. It was supposed to scare you.

Your cozy little home had one bedroom, one bathroom, and.. well, one everything. The two of you weren’t planning on having kids, not so soon anyways. Sevika knew she’d struggle with providing for them and you knew it’d only be a hassle. Considering you were in your early thirties and she was in her mid forties, she worried about you a lot. You were young and, sometimes, she even felt guilty for “taking away” your freedom. Which was a bit dramatic in your opinion. You chose marrying her, and you never regretted it.

“How was your day? ‘Nd don’t just say good, I know there’s more to it.” Your wife’s arm wrapped around your waist and she burried her face into your shoulder, inhaling your scent and savouring the closeness. Sevika was the kind of wife to call you every few hours when she was away, text you whenever she was on break, and even send you random pictures. Her selfies consisted her biceps, her coworkers, and silly faces. All taken for you to save and enjoy.

“My day? Well, don’t get me started on that creeky little door. I swear, everytime I open it it sounds like I’m in one of those horror movies. And, Sev, you promised you’d fix it and, again! You didn’t!” Your finger pointing to the storage room door that Sevika, somehow, broke by accident. She said she tripped and the whole door fell down. “I put some vegetable oil on the.. screw thingies. I saw it on youtube and, my god, it worked! At first I thought it was click bait but, to my surprise, it was the real deal.”

Your wife’s response to all of that? The occasional humm, a few chuckles, and an abundance of nods. She loved listening to you complain, even talk about the silliest things that happened throughout your eventful day. The thing she most adored was the fact that you’d tell her tiny details rather than the big ones. She remembered this one time where you were rambling on about something that had to do with the TV and had completely forgotten to bring up the fact that you’d cut your finger. You ended up getting a pink, princess bandage wrapped around your thumb.

“Alright, aright. I’ll fix it this saturday.” Her tone unbothered yet full of fondness. “Promise, love. Y’know I’ve been busy.” A laugh left her lips as she squeezed you with affection. It was like everything you did made Sevika completely and utterly happy. Be it wearing her favourite outfit, making her favourite food, or even walking around the kitchen, your wife found you pulling.

“Dinner’s gonna get cold, Sev. I worked hard on that thing.” Your hands giving her thighs a pat, you push off her lap and stand up— only to find yourself pulled back. “Where do you think you’re going? Few more minutes, we can always reheat?” She placed you sideways on her lap all the while nipping at your neck and causing you to giggle. “Vika! Eek!”

“Y’think you can escape me? Now I’ll have to eat you whole!” Her voice a playful gruff as her large hands began to tickle your sides.

“Hey! Hey! Not the—.. not the sides!”

Awsome-Sauce

The two of you decided to settle in an apartment, it was spacious and pretty damn expensive. And, Sevika being a business woman, she provided everything. From the rent to the groceries, it was her money you spent.

In return, the best you could give her was keeping the apartment clean and.. well, a home. Though, Sevika never asked anything from you— only your love and presence. That’s all she needed, and she’d told you that a million times. Whenever she was home, she wouldn’t let you lay a finger on anything that had to do with work. You wanna wash the dishes? Sevika’s alright got it covered. You need to fold the laundry? Your wife’s two steps ahead and even organized all the clothes. The kitchen’s a mess? She’ll be ready to scrub it clean. You never had to worry about a thing.

“Come on, it’s just sweeping. I do it every week day. When you’re not here? Y’know?” The least you could do was help the muscular woman who was cooking dinner, her hands busy with cutting the vegetables. “Nope, you’re gonna sit your pretty ass back on the couch, babe.” Her head turned to you, eyes narrowing at the sight of you holding a broom. “Babe.. seriously?—“ “Yes, seriously. You do s’much all week, take a break.” She motioned towards the couch before turning back to the cutting board.

“And you don’t? I mean, you’re at the office all week. Let me help.” Leaning the broom against the counter, you rest your head against her back and fiddle with her apron. Sevika’s response was a light chuckle, one that made you smile. “True that. But, I still don’t like it when you’re all.. occupied.” She placed the knife down and turned to you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Sweeping is all you’re doing, okay?” Her voice was so sweet that it convinced you to do what she said, sweep and sit your ass down onto the couch. “Got it. Just holler at me if you need help, do not hesitate.” You pointed a finger before you reach for the broom again.

A solid thirty minutes later, your girlfriend nudged you. “Dinner’s ready, hope you’re hungry!” Her lips curled into a bright smile, your wife went back to cooking and went all out. Cutting the vegetables, choosing the spices, to adding other ingredients. From the back, she looked smoking hot. Her shoulders toned from her tight black shirt and her muscles clear as day. You wanted her to rip off her clothes and focus on you.

But that could wait.

“Alright, c’mon. Let’s eat.” Sevika’s hand guided you towards the dinner table where you sat down beside her. Yes, she preferred you being right by her side. “The usual. Rice. Hope you like it, baby.” Arm around your hip before she pulled your chair closer.

The dinner table was set perfectly, and you were almost jealous at how easily she’d made the food infront of you. It looked good, as usual, and you dug right in. You were a big fan of Sevika’s cooking, it was like a five-star chef had made it specially for you. You’d never get used to her iconic rice, it was always so flavourful. She’d never share her recipe, though.

Dinner was a blast, and now your stomach was too full. Spread across the couch, head on the arm rest as Sevika sat under your legs, she gave you a smile. “Ate too much?” Her large, calloused fingers massaging your feet. “Wayy to much. But, it was worth it. You make the best damn rice.” You were sure it was the brand of rice, there was no way she could get the consistency so.. perfect. “Good to know you’re satisfied.”

Oh, you were more than satisfied.

“It’s late, y’wanna head to bed?” Her mother-like tone causing you to lazily groan. You were exhausted, but sleep wasn’t exactly what you needed. “Not until you..” a grunt escaped your lips as you sat up. “Tell me your recipe.” Your back cracked like an old lady’s, and you straighten at the sound.

“Recipe for what? The rice?” Sevika pulled you into her lap, you inbetween her spread legs as she brushed back your hair. “There’s no recipe. I wing it.” You snorted at that. “Wing it? You? A business woman? Are you kidding?” No, she wasn’t.

Matter of fact, she was being completely honest. After watching tutorials online, Sevika had picked up on certain aspects of the amount spices she need and what temperature the stove should be on. It was all practice, in her opinion.

“I’m serious.” She gave your back a few rubs, hoping your stomach felt better by now, all the while her opposite hand gave yours a squeeze. “But, if you really wanna know? I use this sause from the store downtown, it’s pretty good.” Her lips curled into a playful smile as she gave your back a pat

“It’s called awsome-sause. Have you heard of it?”

You roll your eyes, shoving her in the side.

“You’re an asshole.”

Kisses

Throughout your marriage, Sevika had grown softer, gentler as you changed and opened further up to her. Like, your new favourite things, new interests, she loved every bit of it.

One change you’d noticed about her was the way she kissed you.

From rough, desperate make out sessions to light taps on your lips. Her tongue would feel the curve of your skin before she’d ask for entrance, compared to before when she’d demand for it.

Don’t get it wrong. You loved when your wife man handled you, took charge and dominated you. But sometimes, all you could really want was her loving side. The side of her where she felt that too much pressure would break you. Where she was so gentle with you that it felt unreal.

Her preferred position was with you sat on the dinner table, legs dangling down and inbetween her own. She’d hold onto your hips, squeeze and rub your skin there before making her way to the back of your head. One hand palming it as the other rested on the small of your back.

Before the kiss would start, she’d just stare into you and whisper a few sweet nothings. A good example being; “I’m the luckiest woman alive.” She had said that almost every day.

Your wife would then pull you into the most beautiful kiss you’d ever experienced. She was nothing like the rough and tough exterior she showed off, she was careful.

She’d often let escape soft, bare audible, grunts. A humm of enjoyment, aswell. She wasn’t embarrassed, just a little self conscious that it made you feel icky— which, it didn’t. And to show so, you’d cup her face and make sure she didn’t pull back. The gesture always made her melt.

Sevika’s breath smelled like cigars and whiskey, the occasional sugar cookie that you’d bake for her. She couldn’t keep herself from loading up on those, that woman would take ‘em everywhere she went.

The few things you’d feel were the way her tongue moved so perfectly against yours, always leaving you squirming. It was something about the way Sevika would groan everytime you did so. Another thing being her lips. She’d used your lip balm and, at first, she didn’t think anything would happen. But, after a few more uses her lips looked plump and shiny. You couldn’t resist giving them a few rubs with your thumb and even a peck of a kiss.

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When mom looses her cool

Summary: You finally snap after you catch your kids lying about a party and afterwards teach them a lesson about responsibility.

Genre: Mafia!Lando, Dad!Lando, angst, fluff

TW: Mafia, lying

A/N: wow I haven’t post about the mafia Norris family for so long! Anyways Amelia is 17 and Jacob is 16! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

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The Norris household was usually a place of balance, despite the unconventional family dynamics. Lando Norris, the head of a vast, shadowy empire, had a knack for handling chaos with an iron fist cloaked in charm. You, his wife, were the gentler counterbalance to his commanding presence—a source of love and calm for the family.

But every calm sea has its storm, and this storm had been brewing for weeks.

Amelia and Jacob were no strangers to pushing limits. They loved to test boundaries, usually with harmless antics. However, this time they had crossed the line in a way that even Lando couldn’t immediately smooth over.

It began with a lie.

“We’re staying over at Olivia’s house,” Amelia had said casually at dinner the night before, her fork poking at her salad.

“Yeah, her parents are hosting a movie night for us,” Jacob chimed in, nodding a little too enthusiastically.

You raised an eyebrow but said nothing, trusting them. Lando, ever the observer, leaned back in his chair, his gaze flickering between his children. “Just don’t get into trouble,” he said simply, his voice calm but laced with warning.

The kids had nodded eagerly, but their plan was anything but innocent.

Hours later, instead of watching movies under the supervision of Olivia’s parents, Amelia and Jacob found themselves in the middle of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It was a full-blown underground rave, complete with deafening music, strobe lights, and an eclectic mix of people who had no business being there.

Jacob had been reluctant at first, but Amelia, ever the instigator, convinced him. “Come on, Jake! We’ll just stay for an hour. No one will find out.”

Famous last words.

Back at home, you were in bed reading, while Lando was reviewing some work on his laptop. A ping on his phone drew his attention. He frowned as he read the text.

“Security team flagged something,” he said, his voice calm but tight.

You looked up. “What?”

Lando held up his phone, showing a blurry image of Amelia and Jacob entering the warehouse. “That’s not Olivia’s house.”

Your blood boiled. For once, you didn���t feel calm or understanding. You felt betrayed.

“I’m going to call them,” you said, reaching for your phone.

Lando placed a hand over yours, his voice steady. “No. Let them finish digging their hole. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

“But—”

“They’re teenagers. They’re going to screw up,” he said, his tone even. “It’s how we handle it that matters.”

You took a deep breath and reluctantly agreed, but the anger simmered beneath your calm exterior.

The kids stumbled into the kitchen the next morning, looking worse for wear. Amelia’s eyeliner was smudged, and Jacob’s usually pristine hair was a mess. They clearly hadn’t slept much.

“Morning,” Amelia mumbled, heading straight for the fridge.

“Rough night?” Lando asked casually, sipping his coffee.

Amelia froze, the milk carton halfway to the counter. Jacob shot her a panicked look.

“Uh, no. Just stayed up late watching movies,” Amelia said, forcing a smile.

“Is that so?” you asked, your voice unusually sharp as you entered the kitchen.

Both kids turned to you, their smiles faltering. You placed your hands on your hips, leveling them with a glare that could shatter glass.

“Olivia’s house must have a rave room now,” you said, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

Jacob’s eyes widened. Amelia, ever the bold one, tried to play it cool. “Mom, it’s not what it looks like—”

“Oh, really?” you snapped. “Because it looks like my children lied to my face, snuck off to an illegal party, and came home thinking they could get away with it!”

Amelia winced. Jacob looked like he wanted to disappear.

“We didn’t mean for it to get out of hand,” Jacob tried, his voice small.

“That’s your defense?” you shot back. “Jacob, you could’ve been arrested. Or worse!”

Lando, who had been quietly watching from the corner, finally spoke up. “Alright, let’s all take a breath.”

But you weren’t done. “No, Lando. I’ve had enough of their reckless behavior. This isn’t just a mistake; it’s disrespectful!”

Amelia blinked, stunned. You rarely raised your voice. Seeing you this angry was new territory, and she didn’t like it.

“We’re sorry,” she said quickly.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” you replied. “You lied to us, put yourselves in danger, and then had the nerve to come back here and act like nothing happened!”

Amelia and Jacob were marched into the living room, where you laid out the consequences.

“No phones for two weeks,” you began.

“What?!” Amelia protested.

“And you’ll both be spending your weekends helping out at the community center,” you continued, ignoring her outburst.

Jacob groaned. “Come on, Mom, that’s not fair.”

“You’re lucky we’re not grounding you until graduation,” you shot back.

Lando, sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, finally chimed in. “Listen to your mother. She’s being generous.”

The kids fell silent, exchanging a glance. They had expected their father to be the hardliner, not you.

The silence in the house was palpable for the rest of the day. Amelia retreated to her room, while Jacob sulked in the den. Lando found you in the kitchen later, leaning against the counter with a cup of tea.

“You handled that well,” he said, his tone amused.

You shot him a look. “Don’t start.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “It’s good for them to see this side of you. Keeps them on their toes.”

“They need to understand that their actions have consequences,” you said, your voice softening. “I’m tired of them thinking they can get away with anything.”

“They’ll learn,” Lando assured you. “Trust me. They’re more scared of you than they’ve ever been of me.”

Later that night, Amelia knocked on Jacob’s door.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

She flopped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. “I can’t believe Mom yelled at us.”

Jacob sighed. “I know. I think I’d rather deal with Dad’s lectures.”

“Same,” Amelia admitted. “She was scary.”

They sat in silence for a moment before Amelia added, “Do you think we went too far this time?”

Jacob glanced at her. “Yeah. We screwed up.”

Amelia nodded. “We should probably apologize.”

“Yeah.”

The next morning, you and Lando were in the kitchen when Amelia and Jacob shuffled in.

“Mom?” Amelia began hesitantly.

You raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“We’re sorry,” Jacob said. “For lying and…everything else.”

“We know we messed up,” Amelia added. “It won’t happen again.”

You studied them for a moment before nodding. “Thank you. But this doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”

“We know,” they said in unison.

Lando smirked. “Smart kids.”

You shot him a look, but your lips twitched in a small smile. Maybe, just maybe, they were learning.

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A Thousand Miles 𓍢ִ໋🏁՞ᰔᩚ (cl16)

sypnosis : Due to your different careers, You both have been in a long distance relationship for quite some time. Charles has been nothing but supportive of you and got himself into a habit of mentioning you nonstop in interviews which sparks the attention from the media.

request : yes! from this request ₊˚.༄

AU : Mixed AU (smau + written au)

genre : fluff

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The paddock is buzzing with excitement as fans from all over the world arrive to watch the 2025 Imola gp. Meanwhile, in the Ferrari garage, Charles is on the phone with his lovely girl, y/n.

"Charles, isn't qualifying starting soon?" asked the girl, interrupting her boyfriends ramble about an inchident that happened the night before. "Huh? shit! it's starting in 20 minutes!" replied the monegasque frantically while quickly gathering all his stuff.

Confused, she raised an eyebrow, "Are you going to end the call, or do you want me to do it?". Charles' panicked face contorts into a pout "Do we really have to end the call?" he asked with a soft tone. On the other end of the line, y/n chuckled "yes, yes have to mon amor. I'll talk to you later yeah? Promise me you'll do your best okay?, good luck". He smiles softly at her "Promise, je t'aime" while clicking the 'end call' button. All he could do now is just hope for the best as he wants to get pole to make her proud.

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"POLE POSITION BABYYY" echoes through the entire paddock as Charles crossed the finishing line with the fastest time amongst all 19 drivers. As the crowd errupt with cheers from the tifosi(s), Charles makes his way to the post qualifying interviews.

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still feeling giddy, Charles decides to call y/n to tell her about the qualifying even though she was probably watching the entire time. *ring ring ring* -voicemail "huh?" confused as he can be, he started worrying about the sudden voicemail so, he called her again. twice. thrice. no answer. 'What is she up to?' Charles thought to himself.

Without any warning, Carlos barged into his room to congratulate his teammate. Noticing the monegasque's unhappy face "Carino, you okay ?" asked Carlos with a careful tone. "Yeah, im alright, its just y/n. She's not picking up my calls!". Understanding the situation, the spaniard comforted his teammate "Ah, maybe her device died or, I don't know? She took a nap or something.. theres endless possibilities, don't worry about it too much."

Nodding, "Maybe you're right.. thanks mate" "No problem!Now time to celebrate!!" Still full of adrenaline from the pole position but not feeling like celebrating, he decided to just head back to the hotel to rest "You celebrate, I'm going back to the hotel" said the monegasque. Walking to his car, he thought to himself 'Maybe she's asleep, I'll just call her again when i get back to the hotel' while trying to ignore the constant feeling of worry.

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As upon his arrival at the hotel, Charles still couldn't shake the feeling of a pit forming in his stomach so, after reaching to his assigned room, he quickly calls y/n again.*ring ring ring*

"Y/n are you there?" furrowing his brows while trying to make sense the black screen on his phone. "Charles! Congratulations on the pole, I'm so proud of you, knew you could do it!" said y/n with excitement filling her tone. Charles commented "Thank you! amor, I don't know if its my phone but I cannot see your face". A few moment of silence passed and Charles keep hearing commotion on the other end of the line.. "bebe? are you there? are you out right now..?". Finally, the girl answered short and sweetly "Sorry, got to go, talk to you tomorrow amor! bisous" and the call went dead.

Now he's even more confused. While trying to decide wether to investigate or not, tiredness washes over him. Finally deciding to ignore the paranoid feeling, Charles decides to get ready for bed and bother the girl with more questions the following day.

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As Charles wakes up at the crack of dawn, all his worries about y/n seems to disappear and he decides to just focus on his race today. While getting ready, he receives a notification on imessage from her wishing him luck on todays race, and that alone is enough to make him smile from the words of encouragement.

As soon as he arrives at the circuit, Charles was quickly rushed to the Ferrari garage to get prepped for the race at Imola. Todays goal was to win, make y/n proud and oh! win again. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, Y/n is on the plane flying a thousand miles away to get to the Imola grand prix in time.

Y/n arrives just in time as there were 2 more laps to go. As she quickly rushes to the Ferrari garage, Charles zoomed by the checkered flag in first place. The entire garage was filled with screams and cheers of joy celebrating another win for Ferrari. Outside, y/n could hear the grandstand booming with celebrations as the tifosi(s) celebrate Charles' victory. She couldn't believe it, it was her first time witnessing his win in real life and was feeling overjoyed. Her heart was full of love and admiration.

Charles parked his f1 car behind the '#1' sign and jumped out of the vehicle while doing a celebratory pose. He was feeling so pleased with his results and all he could think about was telling y/n.

As the post race interviews were held, y/n was hiding in the McLaren garage to avoid spoiling the surprise and bumping into her partner.

interviews .ᐟ

"Charles Leclercc!!" echoes through the entire circuit as they announced the winner of the race. Charles walked to the first place of the podium, full of pride and a huge smile across his face. Y/n was standing amongst the crowds watching him stand on the top of the podium filled with excitement and proudness. 'I knew you could do it' she thought to herself, smiling like an idiot.

As the national anthem of Monaco ended, the top 3 winners sprayed each other with champagne and that marks the end of the ceremony.

As Charles makes his way to his motorhome, y/n was hiding in his drivers room with a bouquet in her hand. Other than Charles, his teammate, Carlos was walking alongside him to the motorhome secretly recording the surprise that was about to happen. "Mate, why are u following me to my drivers room?" asked Charles and he twisted the door knob. While still looking at Carlos with a puzzled look, he decides to ask the spaniard again. "Mate???" All Carlos could do was point his head towards the drivers room and there she was. Standing with a huge smile spread on her lips while holding a huge bouquet of red roses.

"Surprise?" said the girl. Charles mouth dropped agape while he stared at her in disbelief "y/n??" as he snaps back into reality, he quickly ran towards his lover and hugged her tightly. "Woah woah! I can't breath Charles" she chuckled. "I can't believe you're here! When did you arrive? How come do I not know? Why didn't you tell me??" Bombarding her with questions. "Mate, calm down" Carlos interjects , which was replied with a glare from his teammate. "Oh you can't believe how much I miss you."

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The Talk

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✯ pairing:  Jenson Button x Wife!Reader ✯

✯ content warnings: a rather judgemental Jenson✯

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The kitchen smelled of freshly brewed coffee and warm toast as Jenson sat at the breakfast table, scrolling through his phone, while she leaned against the counter, sipping her tea. The soft hum of the morning routine filled the space, but there was a glint of determination in her eyes as she glanced at him.

“Jenson, my love” she began, her voice calm but with a hint of mischief, “we need to talk about having the talk with Elle.”

Jenson’s head shot up so fast, he nearly spilled his coffee. “The what?” he asked, narrowing his eyes as though he hadn’t heard her right.

“The talk,” she repeated, enunciating slowly, knowing already he would not be eager about it.

He groaned, leaning back in his chair like a man who’d just been told the apocalypse was imminent. “Babe, she’s fourteen,” he protested, running a hand through his hair.

“She’s almost fifteen,” she corrected, setting her tea down on the counter. “And she’s not a little girl anymore. We can’t pretend she’s still playing with dolls and watching cartoons.”

“I don’t see why not,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “As far as I’m concerned, she’s still my little girl, and I’m not ready to discuss… that with her.”

She couldn’t help but laugh softly at his reaction, walking over to ruffle his hair. “You’re adorable when you’re being protective, you know that?”

“I’m not being protective,” he countered, though his pout said otherwise. “I’m being… logical. Elle doesn’t need the talk yet. She’s got time.”

“We’ve both seen the way some of those boys look at her. She’s smart, beautiful, and kind. We’re going to have to face reality eventually,” she said, arching a brow. 

Jenson sighed dramatically, rubbing his temples. “Reality is overrated. Can’t we just skip this part and lock her in her room until she’s thirty?”

She chuckled, sitting down beside him and taking his hand. “You can’t keep her in a bubble forever, love. She’s growing up, whether we like it or not. And as much as I adore how much you want to protect her, we need to make sure she’s prepared too.”

Jenson looked at her, his expression softening but still conflicted. “I know you’re right,” he admitted after a long pause. “I just… I don’t want her to grow up so fast. Feels like just yesterday she was running around the backyard with chocolate smeared all over her face.”

She squeezed his hand, her voice gentle. “I know. But part of being good parents is helping her grow up, even if it’s hard for us. And hey, maybe she’ll surprise us and make it easy.”

“Doubt it,” he grumbled, though there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes now.

“I’ll start the conversation if you want,” she offered, leaning closer. “But you’re not getting out of this entirely, Mr. Button. You’re still her dad, and she needs to hear from you too.”

Jenson sighed again, but this time it was more resigned than reluctant. “Fine. But if any of those boys so much as look at her funny…”

She laughed, kissing his cheek. “Deal.”

A few days later, the sound of Elle’s laughter filled the house as she and her friend Mia arrived home. The two teenagers dashed upstairs, their voices blending in a mix of giggles and hurried chatter.

Jenson sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee, while she prepared a snack tray for the girls.

“They’re always laughing about something,” Jenson said, glancing toward the stairs with a soft smile.

“She’s happy. That’s what matters,” she replied, though her tone carried a hint of curiosity. “Mia’s been around a lot lately, hasn’t she?”

Jenson shrugged. “Better her than some random boy,” he muttered, half-joking.

She smirked, rolling her eyes as she placed some crackers and cheese on the tray. “You’re impossible.”

A few minutes later, snack tray in hand, she made her way upstairs. She knocked on Elle’s door lightly, not really waiting for a response before pushing it open.

“Hey, girls, I brought—”

The words caught in her throat as the door swung open to reveal Elle and Mia sitting close on the bed, their lips locked in what was very clearly a kiss.

The room fell silent in an instant. Elle pulled back, her face going pale, while Mia froze, wide-eyed.

Her mother stood in the doorway, tray still in hand, her expression a mixture of surprise and discomfort. “Oh,” she said, blinking rapidly as if trying to process what she’d just seen. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Elle’s voice came out in a nervous rush. “Mom, it’s not—”

“It’s fine,” her mom interrupted, her tone not as steady as she intended. She stepped into the room stiffly and placed the tray on Elle’s desk. “I just wasn’t… expecting that.” She glanced between them, clearly at a loss. “I guess I’ll just… leave you two to it.”

As she walked back downstairs, her mind raced. The image of Elle and Mia together was etched into her thoughts, and while she tried to keep an open mind, the surprise left her unsettled.

The kitchen was quiet except for the soft clink of mugs as she set them on the counter. She rubbed her temples, replaying what she’d just witnessed upstairs. Elle and Mia. Kissing. It wasn’t what she had expected, but it was what it was.

Jenson looked up from his magazine, noting her distracted expression. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She hesitated, glancing at him, unsure how to even begin. “Elle… she’s, um, kissing Mia.”

Jenson froze, the words taking a moment to register. “Kissing?”

“Yes,” she said, crossing her arms, her tone carefully measured. “Like… properly kissing.”

Jenson blinked a few times before leaning back in his chair, clearly trying to process. “With Mia?”

“Yes,” she repeated. “With Mia.”

He sat there, silent for a moment, before finally muttering, “I don’t get it.”

“What’s there to get?” she asked, leaning against the counter. “She likes Mia. That’s it.”

“She’s fourteen,” Jenson said, his voice rising slightly. “How can she even know if she… if she’s like that?”

“She’s almost fifteen,” she corrected, her tone firm but understanding. “And maybe she’s figuring things out. It’s not that strange, Jenson.”

He shook his head, clearly struggling. “It just feels too young. Too soon. For her to decide something like that.”

“She’s not deciding anything,” she said gently, though there was a slight edge to her voice. “She’s exploring who she is. That’s what teenagers do.”

Jenson leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. When I was her age, it wasn’t like this.”

She chuckled softly, though there wasn’t much humor in it. “Times have changed, Jenson. And people have always been more complicated than that. We just didn’t talk about it as much back then.”

He frowned, his lips pressed into a tight line. “I’m not saying it’s bad. I just… it’s hard to wrap my head around. She’s still my little girl, and now she’s—”

“Growing up,” she finished for him, her voice softening. “I know it’s hard for you to see her like this, but it’s happening whether we like it or not.”

Jenson sighed deeply, shaking his head. “I just don’t want her to make choices she doesn’t really understand. She’s too young to be… that sure about this kind of thing.”

“She doesn’t have to be sure,” she replied. “And that’s okay.”

He looked up at her, his expression conflicted. “I just don’t want her to get hurt. What if she’s just going along with it because it’s what’s in front of her?”

“Love, I don’t think it works like that,” she said, her voice steady. “Maybe she just likes girls.”

Jenson leaned back in his chair, letting out a long breath. “I guess, yeah, perhaps.”

“I know we weren’t expecting this,” she said, stepping closer and placing a hand on his shoulder. “But we have to be supportive.”

Jenson stared at the table for a long moment, his brow furrowed. “I just… I don’t know how to be supportive when I don’t even understand it myself,” he admitted, his voice quieter now.

She sat down beside him, her hand still on his shoulder. “You don’t have to understand it perfectly. You just have to be there for her. That’s what matters most.”

He glanced at her, the corners of his mouth pulling downward. “But what if she’s wrong? What if this is just… a phase?”

She tilted her head, considering her response carefully. “And what if it’s not? What if this is who she is, and this is just the beginning of her figuring it out?”

Jenson sighed again, rubbing his hands over his face. “I just don’t want her to rush into something she’s not ready for.”

“She’s not rushing, Jenson,” she said gently. “She’s exploring. And she’s doing it with someone she clearly cares about. That’s a good thing.”

He leaned back in his chair, his expression still conflicted. “I just wish there was a manual for all of this. Feels like everything is so different now compared to when we were kids.”

She smiled softly, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “It’s different, yes. But that doesn’t make it bad. It just means we have to adapt, learn, and love her the best way we can.”

Jenson nodded slowly, though his expression remained hesitant. “I’ll try. I promise. But it’s going to take me a bit to get used to this.”

“That’s okay,” she assured him. “As long as you’re trying, that’s enough.”

Just then, they heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Elle appeared in the doorway, her expression cautious, with Mia following close behind.

“Hey,” Elle said, her voice tentative. “Can we talk?”

Jenson exchanged a quick glance with her, who gave him an encouraging nod. He cleared his throat, sitting up straighter. “Of course, sweetheart. Come sit.”

Elle hesitated, then sat down across from her parents, Mia lingering near the doorway. “I’m sorry if… if you were surprised earlier,” Elle began, her cheeks flushing.

Her mom offered her a small, reassuring smile. “We were surprised, but not upset. We just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Elle nodded quickly. “I am. I really like Mia, and she makes me happy.”

Jenson opened his mouth, paused, then closed it again. Finally, he said, “You’re young, Elle. It’s… it’s a lot to figure out at your age.”

Elle’s face fell slightly, but before she could respond, her mom interjected. “What your dad means is that we know it’s a confusing time, but we trust you. And if Mia makes you happy, that’s what matters.”

As Elle and Mia stood up to leave, Elle shot one last glance at her parents, her face softening. “We’ll be upstairs if you need us.”

Jenson gave her a small nod. “Alright, but no more kissing, okay?” he added with a playful smirk, making Elle laugh.

“I’ll try, Dad,” she called back as she and Mia hurried up the stairs, their laughter echoing through the house.

Jenson let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. His eyes were focused on the stairs, still processing everything that had just happened.

She took a deep breath and smiled warmly. “That’s the Jenson I know,” she said softly, her voice affectionate.

He turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

She stepped toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a gentle embrace. “You may not get it completely, but you tried. And that’s more than enough.”

Jenson chuckled, resting his hands on her waist as he returned the embrace. “I’m still not sure I’m fully on board with all of this, but I guess I’ll figure it out.”

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I know you will. You always do.”

He smiled, a little more at ease now. “I just want to make sure Elle is okay. And I want her to know she can always talk to us.”

She nodded. “She knows. And you’re doing a great job, Jenson. She may be growing up, but you’re not losing her.”

Jenson leaned back slightly, meeting her gaze with a more sincere look. “I hope not.”

“Never,” she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. 

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✯ authors note: I don't know if he would react like this, but in defense of the character is not that he is being judgemental or against it, is that his views are a little dated, which is normal, but the character is still supporting. BTW the names Elle and Mia are so beautiful

English is not my first language and I hope you liked it <3

[dilfismz]

Coming Home

Pairing: Gi-Hun X reader

Warnings: Smut, needy Gi-Hun, pathetic Gi-Hun, he 💦 too fast, sub!Gi-Hun, praise, some degradation…I think that’s all. Mentions of canon typical violence ofc.

Description: Following the events of S1 Gi-Hun is anxious to come see his girlfriend. He’ll explain everything later right now he just needs her.

Gi-hun’s heart raced as he stepped off the train, the cool night air biting at his cheeks. The familiar streets stretched before him, but everything felt alien. It wasn’t just the city that had changed—it was him. His hands trembled as he clutched the suitcase holding the few things he’d been allowed to keep. His thoughts swirled, heavy with the memories of the games. The screams, the betrayal, the desperation—they all lingered in his mind like the bitter aftertaste of regret.

Yet, above all, one thought pierced through the fog: I have to see her. I need her.

Your face was the only constant in his mind during the chaos. You were his anchor, the only thing that kept him tethered to the hope of a future. Now that he was free, nothing could stop him from returning to you.

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Gi-hun hesitated at the door to your shared apartment, his hand hovering over the handle. He’d stood here countless times before, but now it felt monumental, like crossing the final threshold after a long and arduous journey. What could he even say? How could he explain where he’d been?

Before he could lose his nerve, he turned the knob and stepped inside. The familiar scent of home washed over him, and his chest tightened.

“Gi-hun?” Your voice, soft and hesitant, came from the living room.

He froze. You hadn’t seen him yet, but your tone was enough to bring him to his knees. It was filled with a mix of worry and relief, as if you’d been waiting for him, praying he’d come back.

When you finally saw him, your eyes widened. You rushed to him, your hands flying to his face. “Oh my god, where have you been? You just disappeared!”

Your touch was gentle but firm, grounding him in a way nothing else could. He closed his eyes, leaning into your palms as if they were the only thing keeping him upright.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I’m so sorry.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you pulled him into a tight embrace. “You’re back,” you murmured, your voice trembling. “That’s all that matters.”

Gi-hun clung to you like a lifeline, burying his face in your shoulder. He didn’t deserve your forgiveness, but he needed it more than anything. He inhaled deeply, committing your scent to memory, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood and fear that had haunted him.

The two of you sank onto the couch, his arms still wrapped tightly around you. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he trembled ever so slightly.

“Where were you, Gi-hun?” you asked softly, your fingers threading through his hair.

He hesitated, his grip on you tightening. “It’s… complicated,” he began. “I… I’ll tell you everything, but not tonight. Please, just… let me hold you.”

You nodded, sensing the weight of whatever he’d been through.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Every second, I thought of you. You’re the reason I came back”.

Gi-hun’s voice wavered as he clung to you, his fingers gripping your sweater with such desperation it was as though he feared you might vanish if he let go. His breaths were uneven, shaky, and warm against your neck as he pressed his face into the crook of your shoulder.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice breaking. “You don’t… you don’t know how much. I thought about you every second.”

Your arms tightened around him, cradling him closer. “I missed you too,” you murmured, your voice thick with emotion. “Every day, Gi-hun. I didn’t know where you were, if you were okay—”

“I wasn’t,” he interrupted, his voice almost a whimper. “I wasn’t okay. Not for a second. I—I thought I’d die without seeing you again.” His fingers tightened their grip on your sides. “And I couldn’t die. I couldn’t, not when I still needed to tell you…”

“Tell me what?” you asked softly, your hands brushing over his back in soothing circles.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his gaunt face illuminated by the dim light filtering through the room. His eyes were wide and glassy, shimmering with unshed tears. “I love you,” he said, his voice trembling. “I love you so much. You’re the only reason I made it through. The only reason I’m here.”

Tears welled in your own eyes as you cupped his face in your hands. “Gi-hun—”

“Please,” he interrupted, his voice cracking. “Please, can I kiss you? I need to. I need to feel you. I need to know you’re real.”

Your heart twisted at the raw desperation in his voice. “Of course,” you whispered.

The moment your lips met his, he let out a quiet, broken sound that sent a shiver down your spine. His hands slid up to cup your face, his touch trembling and unsteady as though he couldn’t believe you were really there. He kissed you with a frantic need, as if he was trying to pour all the pain, fear, and longing he’d carried into that one moment.

When he pulled back, his lips brushed against yours as he whispered, “More. Please, I need more.”

You didn’t hesitate, leaning in to kiss him again. This time, he didn’t hold back. His hands slid down to your waist, gripping you tightly as though you were the only thing anchoring him to reality. The kiss deepened, his breath hitching against your lips.

“I thought I’d never feel this again,” he murmured, his voice muffled as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw. “You don’t know what it was like, being there, not knowing if I’d ever come back to you…” His lips trailed to your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

You let out a breathy moan, suddenly feeling a fire in the pit of your stomach that you didn’t know had started. Moving to straddle Gi-hun you reconnect your lips, pulling on the ends of his hair.

Gi-hun whimpers at the feeling, his hips jutting upwards, length begging for friction. You stifle a laugh and bite his bottom lip, pulling away to connect your foreheads. “Honey, you need a haircut”, you mumble before pulling harder at the roots, now grinding down on his hard member.

“Oh please, please don’t stop”, Gi-hun whispers out, trailing kisses down your neck, stopping every once in a while to leave a pretty mark.

You start palming him though his slacks, tracing his hard cock and muttering praises against his lips. “You look so pretty like this Gi-hun, so needy”, you whisper into the shell of his ear, a condescending lilt to your tone.

Gi-hun’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his legs shaking as he pleads, “Please I need you…need to feel you, can’t do this much longer”.

You scoff at this, grabbing his chin, “Oh sweetheart you leave without a trace for a week and think you get to call the shots…you’ll earn my cunt once I know what you were up to”.

You punctuate your sentence with a light squeeze to his shaft, sending him reeling. His hips stutter and shake as you feel his slacks dampen and you smirk, “Besides you wouldn’t have lasted long inside of me anyway”.

A/N: I’ve never written a dom! reader before (hence why it’s so short) so I appreciate your patience 😛

[christinebloodwrittings]

Unofficial smutmas follow up:

Fivesome pt2, Aftercare. (I got consent)

Note: Here's an unofficial part two of the smutmas special, day 9th. Because I can, and my heart needs some aftercare after that. Hahaha. All thanks to the wonderful @redvexillum.

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader x Lucifer Warnings: A bit of angst, but overall fluff.

Original work: Fivesome smutmas day 9

It may not have the same written voice because I detest plagiarism, and I don't want to copy-paste. This is so funny because its a fanfic of a fanfic of a series.

Also, sorry about the delay, in between the block, the fact that I'm in the middle of my first own home moving, it has been a very overwhelming beginning of the month hehe.

“Am I worth purchasing?” you had asked, was it to him or anything at all? Did it matter? You were abandoned, sacrificed, used and lied to. You couldn't help but think back to the place it all began, of the pentagram, the gravel pricking your skin, the mud under your nails. The darkness surrounding the corners of your eyes was slowly engulfing you as you sank in Lucifer’s arms.

In his arms it felt warm, dangerously so. You could feel the ridges of the golden cracks up his arm, made by the fall probably. He had stopped grazing your swollen clit when he caught sight of your absent look, tears falling down the sides of your eyes, so, as he cradled your shaking body into his bare chest, he began humming a melody, soft and happy. With his cheek pressed to the crown of your head, he walked to the bathroom. 

He closed the door, clicked his fingers and then opened it again, revealing a much bigger room than it was before. Warm candle light adorned the ceramic around the edge of the big bathtub, it also made the bubbles shine like diamonds.

“It’s okay dear, I got you” a small light came back to your eyes as he put you down in the warm water. The smell of herbs and salts felt like a clean hug - so to speak. 

“I think we went too far, I’m sorry” he looked at the scratches on your tender hips, the redness of your lips, your eyes. It all made him feel a tad uneasy. “Would you like me to clean your hair?” he hesitated when it came to approach you again. 

You were a trembling mess before, he didn’t want to trigger something uncomfortable within you. 

He waited until you nodded before circling around you, settling behind you to squeeze some shampoo on your head. A shaky breath left your lips to the feel of his fingers massaging your scalp, reaching behind your ears, your nape, then shamelessly brushing gently from your crown down to your neck. 

Involuntarily your head fell against his shoulder, exhausted, overwhelmed. How was it possible to feel both cold and warm at the same time? 

He pushed some of the shampoo on your forehead back to your hair before rinsing, making sure he got all of it. 

“Is it not too hot?” he wondered, feeling you shake your head gently against his shoulder. “I’m sorry they went too rough on you, they all have mixed emotions towards the other…mostly against Alastor really” he chuckled anxiously, foaming up some soap in his hands before massaging your breasts, collarbone, then down to your hips, trying to calm down the soreness. 

“But, that’s not your fault” he left a kiss on your cheek, pulling you closer to him so he could reach further down your thighs. “What was the agreement about?” listening to your dead voice sent a shiver up Lucifer’s back, a bad one for that matter. “Now that I think about it, it was so stupid, I’m going to let Alastor know that later” he kissed down your neck, hugging your limp body close. 

A familiar click of hooves was heard as Alastor entered the bathroom, a gasp of feign shock was heard before he shamelessly made himself comfortable on the other side of the bathtub. 

“Ah I didn’t know you were hoarding our darling” you wanted to look bad at Alastor, but with the sweetness he caressed the side of your head that was exposed to the cold, you just couldn’t. No way. 

“Busboy, I’ve decided we aren’t going to host deals like this one anymore” Alastor was taken aback by the sour tone of voice that the little king had summoned, but decided to pay no mind to it. 

“It was a unique experience for both of those fools, where we all got what we wanted” Alastor moved your legs to make room for himself, getting in between you to make the center of a sandwich out of you. 

“Which is?” Lucifer warned him to choose his next words carefully, while the radio demon not only didn’t acknowledge his initial threat, but ignored him completely to direct your attention to him.  “Remember that little date I spoke about?” the corner of his smile almost reached his eyes, he was beyond excited… It was creepy.  

“Wasn’t that just to rile them up?” you had assumed, to what he lightly pinched your cheek. “Don’t be absurd dear, I've acquired some lands to play with, so we will have our date around the many stores I now own” he had made himself far too comfortable for Lucifer’s taste, attempting to pull you away from him. “Maybe get you a brand new outfit” Lucifer shook his head at his words, hugging you closer - if that was possible -.

“Nuh-uh, you’ll get something to hide her beautiful body unnecessarily” the king continued his ministrations, making foam in his hands and washing away the soreness. “Then maybe you should come along with us” shopping with those two? hell no, they would end up making a fuss out of every single comment they make. “Maybe, you should ask her if she even wants to go, instead of dragging her around” Lucifer shifted his eyes to a crimson red, his horns made an appearance too as he dragged his hooves near Alastor’s nether regions in an obvious threat. 

The demon swirled his tongue inside his mouth in annoyance, but it didn't take too much time for him to nuzzle against your skin again. “Dear, would you like to go on a little date with me?” he kissed your collarbone, softly, even too much for him. “Are you…going to let me choose?” you bit the inside of your mouth after uttering the question. 

“When have I ever not let you choose an outfit?” every single time, he even called you ‘doll’ multiple times, dragging your reality against your skin like a rusted knife. “I really appreciate your taste in clothes, but you treat me like a…toy” that word burned in your tongue as you spoke, “Can I maybe choose one myself?” Lucifer’s heartbeat against your back calmed a bit of the anxiety and the feeling you were going to get hit for being ungrateful. 

Instead, when you opened your eyes, Alastor’s ears were pinned down sideways, “I guess…that is the least I can do, after…using you” he let out, painfully so. You were so glad he understood and didn’t get mad at you for it. 

“That stinged huh?” Lucifer mocked him with a wide grin.

“Come on, after everything tonight, we all could use a rest” Lucifer was the first to get out of the water once ready and clean. He made sure you were clean as well before helping you out. You tried to tell him you could take care of yourself from that point over, but he was stubborn and insisted. That led to Alastor wrapping up in the tub, then looking for your silk pajamas he made you try on before buying it. 

While the king combed and dried your hair, Alastor changed the blanket and sheets at the mere sight of the disaster caused by the previous activities.

With his long fingers he untangled and caressed your head, guiding you more and more to slumber, and it made him happy, seeing your reflection in the mirror, slowly succumbing to his ministrations. 

Once your hair was dry, Lucifer sat in your lap, facing you to dog-eyed you into doing his. The angel’s black tail wrapped around your ankle as you detangled his hair, the tip flicking your skin from time to time.

“Don’t spoil him dear, he will want more” Alastor spoke from the doorframe, a little jealous, though he wouldn’t admit it. 

“Don’t fuss bellhop, if you’re not going to join us then go cry to your corner” Lucifer then fell back to lay his head on your shoulder. 

“Little demon” you didn’t mind how Alastor growled, not when you hugged the king of hell close to your body. 

Then it was your turn to be even more spoiled. While the king finished up dressing himself, Alastor took a tube of cream from a fancy looking bag. He had this ‘I hope this makes up for using you, cher’ type of look. One that did lack verbal communication, but did hold far too many emotions for the red demon. 

He began spreading cream on each hand print, bite mark and scratch, with an almost erotic gentleness. He massaged your neck in circular motions, your arms and legs in long strides. The moment he knelt down and put your feet on his shoulder, you felt the heat go up from your core to your face. “Dear, I kindly ask your forgiveness” his eyes traveled up your leg to your eyes, “You don’t have to do that again” normally you would touch his hand to reassure him, but aside from the times he initiates it, Alastor doesn’t like to be touched.

“Oh but the little nuisance forced me too, it doesn’t count” sure, but he wasn’t going to repeat himself, it was clear from seeing how he went silent. “It’s hard to see you being forced to do something” he hummed a yes in response, alongside a tight smile. “I share the sentiment” he chuckled in absolute distastefulness, remembering the unusual chill he had when the king threatened him.

“Does it feel better?” he asked, changing the subject. “It does, I truly appreciate this” for Alastor, those words felt strange, nauseating, in a good and weird way. - If that makes any sense-.

“No fair Alastor! I gave you that idea” Lucifer came back from the bathroom, dressed in blue pajamas with ducks printed on it. “Too bad” the red demon grinned.  

By the end of their fight, Alastor handed you satin pajamas with embroidery, which Lucifer turned into duck figures, for his own amusement. The king then, nuzzled against your neck, his tail wrapped itself around your leg and his arms secured your hip tight. He made the sweetest little noises as he went.

Alastor opened his sleep shirt and allowed you to nuzzle into his chest fluff, keeping the rest of his body a bit far from you. You understood that, despite his eagerness in the previous activities, he was feeling drained and overwhelmed, but still wanted to make you feel safe and wanted.

They both wanted to. And it worked. 

[honeyxbunny99]

Sandor Clegane~ The Bitch and The Hound pt. 14

You were grateful to have been on watch duty that night, as you probably wouldn’t have caught a wink of sleep regardless. At least this way, you felt useful. Too many thoughts about the future clouded your mind, and blended with feelings from the past. At the first rays of sunlight, you rose and began gathering the ingredients for a sweet porridge you were familiar with. As you mixed and measured, you considered the simple joys of preparing food that you’d actually missed since leaving home. The meals Anna brought you were always delicious and filling, but it left you with a feeling of emptiness; all your days felt like waiting around for your next meal or waiting around for Sandor.

Your father would remind you frequently that when you were a true lady, you’d never have to cook again, never have to clean again— you’d have proper servants for that. And you’d smile and nod, knowing that was all he needed, but the idea of that life sounded utterly dull. Prettying yourself, filling yourself up with food, your husband coming to you whenever he was drunk and hard to produce another heir, excelling at needlepoint, and if you were feeling particularly crazy, perhaps one day you’d have an affair with a dim-witted servant. That was the life you were promised, the life you’d tried so hard to dream of.

You had been close to it, once, with Sandor Clegane. And you were happy, weren’t you? Or did nostalgia simply paint pretty colors over unsavory memories? No. I was happy. I was in love. Now it’s ended and I can move on, I can dream whatever dream I like. I don’t have to be anyone’s wife to matter anymore.

Then why did my heart leap when he called me wife? Or mother? Why do I, for the first time ever, fantasize about raising children. If it was duty before, can it ever truly be a choice?

As you stirred the breakfast together in the as pot, your other hand rubbed your flat stomach with longing. That would have been a big baby, you hummed a laugh when you reflected on just how big The Hound was. That would have been a lovely baby…

“Morning.” Sandor surprised you, and you quickly slid your hand to your hip.

“Good morning, Sandor.” You smiled at him. “Would you like some? I imagine the others will be up soon.”

And just like that little Robert stirred and dropped the rolling pin at last. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Sandor handed you two bowls and waited beside you.

“Something smells good..” Robert said, still barely awake to the world. You handed Sandor the bowls once they were filled and he walked one over to Rob, who snarked, “Even over your stench.”

Sandor simply put one of his large hands on top of the boy’s head and shoved so that his hair fell down to his eyes. “Stop your whinging or I’ll give you something to cry about.” And he walked over to the table and sat. You smirked at the interaction, and Rob stuck his finger in the porridge to taste it. His eyes grew wide and darted to you.

“Do you not like it?” You worried. “No, I… It’s good.” He admit. “It’s very good.” He mumbled, dragging his chair over to the dining table to sit across from Sandor. He grabbed a spoon and dug in so quickly it even shocked the big man. “Alright, slow down, boy. Y’act like you’re the one starving.” He mocked, taking a spoon for himself and delving in. You raised a hopeful brow, expecting compliments. Instead, only arguing ensued.

“Stop telling me what to do, you’re not my father.”

“Aye, and thank the Gods for that. If I was, you’d be slapped silly for the way you’ve been giving me that stink eye.” “What the fuck is that?” Your jaw dropped a little upon hearing the boy cuss. “Ooh, big man knows a swear. That! That’s the stink eye.” He pointed right at the boys face, who you could only assume was in a heated glare with him. “If you keep making faces at people, you’re gonna end up stuck like that. Then you’ll be as ugly as me.” “That’s not real. I’ll never be like you.”

“Keep up that face and you will..” They both took a break from their bantering to continue eating. “Do you know other dirty words, or just fuck?” He said casually, mouth full of porridge. “Bet I know just as much as you.” “Oh I doubt it, you little prick.”

“Sandor!” You tried to interject.

“Asshole!” Robert dared, setting his spoon down.

“Cunt.” Sandor retorted.

“Bitch!”

“Whore!”

“Shit!”

“Dickhead!” Sandor smiled at the challenge but by the time you had walked over to the table to stop them, you noticed Rob mirroring the same cocky smile. “Bollocks!” Rob banged his fists on the table proudly and rose from his seat. Just then, his mother came around the corner and your face went beet red.

“Rob!” She scolded, and Rob’s eyes went as wide as you’d ever seen a persons. You pursed your lips together to withhold your laughter. “You’re alright, little man.” Sandor chuckled and scraped the rest of the food in the bowl into his mouth. Rob hung his head and crossed the room to his mother, who didn’t hesitate to grab him by the ear and pull him back into her room.

“That was very bad of you.” You chided, collecting the bowls. “The kid already knew them!” He said lightheartedly. “His father must’ve sworn like a sailor.” You felt a pang of sadness at the knowledge that Robert’s father would never return to him.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” He leaned back in the chair. “If I didn’t learn, I would have starved.” You said simply. “I quite like cooking.. And baking on holidays. We never had too much but what you just had there was a staple in my home. It’s a comfort.” “Did you need comforting?..” He asked, looking you up and down slowly. You furrowed your brows at the question, and shook your head.

“Morning, (Y/n)!” Beth cheered and skipped over. You crouched down and she jumped into your arms. You couldn’t help the laughter she brought you and you swung her around a bit. “Good morning, darling. Are you hungry?” ~

As the morning continued on, Sandor admired the way the children opened up to you, and the way you busied yourself around the house. In the afternoon, you sat down with Anna outside and taught her to trace the alphabet, and she began to familiarize herself with the sounds. He saw how patient you were, how nurturing, how kind, how beautiful. He lingered around the horses to watch you play hide and seek with the children, and felt heat rise to his face when you rounded the corner of the house quickly, crouching down right beside him once to hide. You smiled up at him and held a finger to your lips. He thought a while about keeping your secret, but as the kids started badgering Anna to show them where you were, he whistled a note to alert them. He coughed twice and looked right at you and then at the children, and you gasped and threw a rock at him.

“You bastard!” You heard the children racing over to you, giggling all the way, and tried to run, but Sandor’s huge arms enclosed around your waist and picked you up. “Here, she’s here! Get her!” He laughed spinning you around as you struggled. “No, I’m your friend!” You squealed as the children closed in on you. “Get him!” And when they came, their weak punches rained down on the poor giant. He cried out as if what they were doing had any effect on him, “Traitors!” He yelled over their shouting, and crumpled to the ground with you still in his arms.

Anna fell down laughing and the kids landed a few more blows before running off, chanting things like, “It’s your turn!” “You’re it, (Y/n)!” “You have to find us!”

When Sandor let you go, you slid off him and the two of you laid side by side on the grass, breathless. You laughed up at the clouds before turning to see his smiling face. So handsome.

“How could you?!” You poked his side and he caught your finger in his hand. For a moment, when he looked at you, you felt the same euphoria you remembered the first morning you spent together. That’s the look he gave me, you hoped. His brown eyes looked warmer in the sunlight, and his mouth held a tired but cheeky smile. You melted against your better judgement, and relaxed your head on his chest for a moment, reveling in the joy of this moment. All we’re missing is a tree.

“What are you doing?” He said softly, and you closed your eyes and focused your ears. “Listening to your heartbeat…” He released your finger slowly and you flattened your hand against his other pec. The rhythm of his heart was fast, excited, but it soothed you to no end.

“(Y/n)! You have to find usss!” Whined Beth from some unseen location.

You smiled and exhaled a laugh through your nose. When you brought your head up to look at him, he was already watching you; his eyes longing for your touch to linger just a bit more.

“Sorry..” you smiled awkwardly. “I just had a dream about that once…” you tried to justify before standing up and brushing yourself off. You extended a hand to him, but he was already up on his own. “No more ratting me out unless you’re going to play with us.” You scolded.

You walked away from him without another word until you came upon Anna, sitting on a chair on the porch. “Are you not playing anymore, Anna?” She smiled, shook her head and waved you off. Off you went to seek the little brats. When you were far away enough, Anna rose up from her chair and moseyed over to Sandor, who was stood frozen in place. She looked him over until he made eye contact, at which he already looked bothered. She smirked and traced a heart with her foot in the grass, looking up at him with raised brows, sure he saw it. “Yeah yeah.” He rolled his eyes and started off toward the house again, ignoring her snicker. She saw it now clearer than ever before, and she was impressed that you were letting down your walls with the same man who made you set them up. He still loved you, and you still loved him, but her smile slipped when she finally considered where that left her. Still, she covered her concern with a casual smile and entered the home to help with supper.

~

The food went down easily and you gave thanks to the family for letting you stay another day. Your being there no longer felt hostile or unwelcome, and you wondered how Sandor would feel about sticking around a little longer, because the idea was growing on you.

The sun was still up over the hills, and Beth once again asked her mother if you could all go for a swim. Her mother, Amanda, considered for a moment before daring to say, “As long as you take him with you. He’s stinking up our house.” She smiled hopefully at The Hound and he glared at her before softening. He knew it was true. He reeked of week old sweat and blood and guts. “I made fresh soap not long ago, you’re welcome to some.” Amanda offered. “I can wash your clothes with well water while you’re gone.”

“We’d love that.” You spoke for everyone while Anna nodded eagerly. Sandor cleaned his teeth with his tongue before nodding shortly. The whole family arrived at the pool and the children and Anna stripped to their small clothes and entered the water, hardly waiting 10 seconds before trying to start up a game. Amanda collected their clothes and waited for the rest. Sandor stripped off his shirt easily and tossed it to her. Seeing him bare chested again sent a flush of heat to your cheeks and you averted your eyes to the grass. He removed his shoes and socks and traded those for the soap the mother offered.

“(Y/n)?” Amanda called gently.

Suddenly you felt very insecure. Your skin was pallid, your feet filthy and blistered, and from your week of starvation, you could see and feel the bones around your hips and ribs more than ever before. The loose mother’s dress offered comfort and concealment and you weren’t ready to part with it yet, especially in front of the man causing such a carnal reaction in you.

“I’m alright today, I’m just going to sit out…”

Without argument, she walked back home with a baby on one hip and a basket of clothes on the other. While the other three played on the far end of the pool, Sandor kneeled next to you at the water’s edge. He plunged his hands into the water and splashed it up over his face and head. All the while, you secretly admired his large hands, his muscular biceps, and the thick swirls of hair covering his torso. You pictured reaching out and feeling him once more. Suddenly he turned to look at you and you felt a lump form in your throat.

“Why don’t you get in?” Sandor asked lowly.

“I went yesterday.. I just don’t feel up to it I suppose.”

“So you’re just going to stand there and watch me?” His tone was playful, but it did little to quell your embarrassment at being caught.

You rolled your eyes quickly, mumbling “Just get in”, and walked over to sit by Anna and the children. Sandor eventually fully submerged in the water, scrubbing himself well with the soap in the corner, and you tried hard not to notice. You let your tired feet float in the pool, and smiled any time a playful splash would hit you. When you were all spent and the orange hue in the sky began to dull to purple, you called the children out and you all started on your way back home. Robert had grabbed a branch taller than him off a nearby tree and as he walked, he swung it around and plunged it into random spots of air.

“Are you supposed to be a knight?” Sandor asked, watching the boy from behind.

Robert turned to him and stuck out the pretend sword, and said with the deepest voice he could muster, “Better than a knight! I’m a soldier!” He swung the stick around again, giggling at the end. You saw Sandor’s smile light up his entire face and your heart practically sang. “I could teach you… This one here wants to learn too, maybe I could teach the pair of ya. You’re about evenly matched.” He smirked at you, teasing, and you scrunched up your nose in response. Still, a smile broke through at the premise of learning to use a weapon— even if it was only a stick for now. “Tomorrow then.” He decided.

Anna noticed your slight limp, and how you struggled to keep up with the children now, and she took your arm in hers to help you along. You had been very rough on your feet today. The last time you wore shoes was your last morning in the castle, which felt like a lifetime ago. Running around all day on wood, dirt, stone, and grass had torn your feet up more than ever before, but you weren’t about to complain. Truthfully, you couldn’t remember a better day. Growing up, you’d been sidelined by your father from any games like the ones you’d played today. You’d watch your sister and the other neighborhood children play without a care in the world, and your father would assure you that you were more special than they were, and that all the care you took would pay off some day soon. Today, you felt childlike when playing with Beth and Robert, and you felt womanly urges when you were close to Sandor Clegane. The contrast confused you greatly.

He glanced back at you once, but didn’t linger. Everyone’s clothes had been hung up to dry, and before he could enter the home, Amanda handed him a large pair of pants. “My husband’s. Might be a tad small, but it’s better than wet.”

He nodded and left for the privy to change. “Are you feeling alright, (Y/n)?” Amanda asked, noticing the small wince in your face. You nodded and thanked her for her concern. “Let’s get these kids to bed.”

“Ah, mom!” “We’re not tired!”

“Yeah we want to stay up with you!”

Amanda rolled her eyes and sighed heavily at her children. “Not another word, put on your nightgowns and lie down.” The children began to whine and stomp and suddenly the baby joined their crying. You saw Amanda’s eyes flare with a temper. “Now you’ve done it.” “I can try to help..” you offered.

She surprised you by handing off her youngest. Your heart pounded with anxiety as she quickly instructed you on how to hold it. You’d never held a real baby before, and this one was already displeased. “Get to the room, march!” She directed her children, who scampered out of sight. “Okay.. Okay.. Hey, it’s alright, little one.” You were trying to soothe yourself as much as the baby. “Don’t cry…” you bounced him gently in your arms and started humming a nameless tune. Maybe this is too much for me.

“Hey! Here we are, you want to look at the fire? Yeah?” You prayed you were doing the right thing as you crossed to the fire and sat down on your knees. “Wow..” you whispered to the baby, both your faces turned to watch the flames. “It’s so pretty, isn’t it…” you spoke softly and the baby’s cries began to quiet and slow. Your hand relaxed against his soft skin, and the slowing of his breathing began to calm you as well. The bouncing turned to soft rocking, and your whole body moved with the baby as you hummed. It’s not too much.

“I will take good care of you, I will take good care of you.. Everything you feel is good, if you would only let you..” you sang quietly and baby Rob turned his head to watch the fire illuminate your face. “So stay with me, hold my hand..” your finger brushed against his nose and he smiled at you. “There’s no need to be brave…”

“I’ve heard that song before…” Sandor spoke from the doorway, leaning on the frame.

“You can’t have heard it. I made it up.” He nodded, walking over to pull out another half-full bottle of alcohol. “I’ve heard it.” You scoffed a little and narrowed your eyes at him. Slowly you stood with the baby still focused on your face. “The only way you’d have heard it is if you were listening out my window when I was a girl, which would make you some sort of pervert,” you began, crossing to him, eyes on the baby.

“Or when you sang it in the kennels..” he cut you off, drawing your eyes to him. He was shirtless still, his pants tighter than usual, and his eyes were heavy and dark. “Which would make me pathetic..” he finished. “I wanted to be close to you, but couldn’t free you. That lad, Charlie, he was braver than I…”

You shook your head, continuing up to him. “But you did free me… I’ve forgiven you, Sandor, truly… You need only forgive yourself now.”

Just then Amanda creeped around the corner. “Sorry, love. I can take him again.”

Your eyes lingered on Sandor’s, and then drifted down to the baby between you. Before you knew it, the child’s mother was beside you, reaching out for her son. You quickly made the hand off and watched her disappear into the room she shared with the children. You cleared your throat and wiped your hands on the soft fabric of your dress, trying not to mourn the loss, and took a few steps away from Sandor.

“Do you need me to keep watch again?”

He took another swig and set the bottle on the table. “No, you go on and rest. I’ll take tonight, and Anna can do the next.”

“Right..” you nodded, glad that you would be staying at least another night longer. The glow of the fire cast shadows around his muscles, making him appear even larger. You couldn’t stop the words before they escaped, though you wished you had as soon as they hit your ear. “Did you miss me?”

Your eyes shut tightly in embarrassment and your hands began to perspire. “Sorry, sorry, I don’t know why I said that—“ You cut yourself off with a deep inhale and opened your eyes, only to see him stalking toward you. “S-Sandor?”

“Yes.” The simple word echoed in your head. Every step he made toward you, your body naturally took one back until you were pressing yourself against a wall. He did not cease his approach, and your chest heaved with excitement. “I missed you.”

He brought one hand up and it ghosted over your face, like it couldn’t decide where to land. In the moment, you wanted so desperately for him to touch you; anywhere, everywhere. You leaned your face gently against his palm and he stroked your cheek a couple times with his thumb. His hand slid down the curve of your jaw and held your chin, gently tilting your head up. Kiss me, kiss me. You begged wordlessly. Sandor leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on your forehead, and you scrunched it up softly in confusion when he pulled away. “Get to bed, princess.”

And just like that, he parted from you, turning away and reclaiming his bottle. You exited the main room slowly, almost daring him to change his mind, but as soon as he was out of your sight you wanted to hit yourself. You groaned quietly and pulled your own hair as a punishment. What the hell is wrong with you?! A little chest hair and we want to abandon the vows meant to protect us?? No. You cannot touch a man again, you will not. It would destroy you.

After you were done giving yourself an internal lashing, you flopped down on a mattress and sighed. Anna snored softly and you rolled your eyes and covered your head with a pillow. You were tired, of course, yet sleep eluded you. When you closed your eyes, you heard him, saw him, felt him, tasted him. Fuck. You squeezed your thighs tightly together to relieve some of the pressure building in your nether. Your nipples hardened with the memory of his hand down there, his mouth on your breast. You let out a frustrated whimper and slammed your head back against the pillow.

You stole a shameful glance at Anna; her back was to you and her breathing continued in a smooth audible rhythm. You slipped your hand beneath the blanket and trailed your fingers up your thigh, goosebumps raising in reaction to your cold hand. Finally your hand reached your chest and you lingered on your breast. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of your own heartbeat. You had never done anything with anyone other than Sandor; not even yourself. But the desire grew ever stronger and there seemed no end in sight. You sucked on your bottom lip and tried to control your breathing as you remembered all the ways his hands had touched you before.

~ “I missed you.” You imagined his voice in your ear and squeezed a breast in one hand, scratched and locked your hand around your throat with your other. With your eyes shut, you could watch him hover over you, hair dripping water that cooled your fiery skin. The roughness of his palms scraped perfectly across your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, and then finally he touched where you needed him most.

Your mouth opened uncontrollably, and your fingers swirled rough circles around your flower. “Good girl.” He spoke, before bringing his mouth down on you.

You tried and you tried— the fantasy was there, but you did not have the skills or the understanding of your body that Sandor seemed to have. You paused, considering the risk you were about to take. You’d had trauma, you’d had infection, would you permit even yourself to enter?

Slowly, nervously, your fingers sank lower between your folds and circled your entrance. Closing your eyes again tightly, you brought Sandor back above you. You took the plunge when he did, and held your breath in anticipation— as if you would implode. You were tight, as Sandor had once described, and you felt intrigued that there seemed to be a whole other world within you. The soreness was bearable, but when you remembered the sheer size of your husband, you grew nervous. In and out, in and out, it still did not offer the euphoria you’d shared on those nights with Sandor Clegane. Perhaps I really am broken.

Just before you were about to remove your fingers for good, feeling utterly disappointed, you curled them up. Oh. You continued on that track, pumping and curling over and over again until you felt the need to cover your mouth. At last, a fraction of the pleasure he brought you. You flipped over and imagined Sandor beneath you, grinding down on your own hand. You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped, until all your actions had to freeze when Anna’s snoring stopped. Silence. Deafening silence.

You flipped back around, your back to her, and the blanket over your head for good measure. Each second felt excruciating and your eyes brimmed with hot tears of shame. After one long minute, her snoring continued on as if there had been no interruption.

You sighed and buried your face in your pillow, relieved at not being caught, but if possible, even more sexually frustrated than you were to begin with. It’s going to be a long night. You pictured him in bed beside you, eyes a mirror to your own longing. Am I destined to want you forever?

[l-starlight-l]

The love of a hero

Two worlds collide

Previous: Masterlist

A/n: the gala chapter will def be the next one, this one is more of a filler chapter while I work on that one. I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: moody Jason

Description: Dick gives you some wise advice about your messy love life and the boy in question gets alittle jealous.

Pairing: dick x reader (platonic) Jason/Red x reader

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You felt nothing but confused these past few days. Jason was on a business trip and you hadn’t seen the red hood since he kissed you. You didn’t know what to do, who to pick. You may have been mad at red but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel that spark between you two. So in your mixed up mind, you did the only things that would make you feel better and called dick.

You two were meeting up at a bar in downtown Gotham. You had heard good things about it from coworkers but you were more excited about seeing your best friend. When you got there, he was already waiting outside like the gentleman he has always been.

When the two of you got settled, with no hesitation, he asked what was wrong. Was it that obvious, you thought to yourself already embarrassed. You weren’t sure where to start this long, confusing story., so you start with “I like this boy”. He raised a teasing eyebrow at you. A loud sigh escaped your mouth as you admitted, “and I think I like this other guy”.

He laughs and your body flinched with more embarrassment. “You don’t know who to choose?” He asked already knowing the answer.

You take a big sip of your drink before starting, “yes” you confessed, “there’s the one, my neighbor, he’s so sweet and kind and I actually feel like I know him, but the other guy” you smiled to yourself, “he’s kind of a mystery but he’s been opening up. The problem is I invited my neighbor to Bruce’s gala, so I thought we were like, I don’t know”.

He nods as you spit out all of this important, “together”.

“Well not together but getting there” you sigh with a flush creeping up your cheeks, “but the mystery guy kissed me, a few days ago and I think it changed things”. Guilt starts to work its way back into your mind, “I don’t want to hurt either of them, I just don’t know what to do”. Your eyes feel hot as tears start to prick your waterline. It didn’t seem so real until you said it out loud.

Your eyes close, on a verge of a meltdown when you hear that familiar laugher from dick. “You’ve only been in Gotham what, a few months and the men seem to be surrounding you”. You shoot him a dirty, but light hearted look. “Hey, I saw just let it play out, bring this neighbor boy to the gala and see how you feel after. You’re not dating either of them so it’s not like you’re cheating.” He orders you another drink seeing as you finished yours fast, “give yourself a break, you’re to overworked to be crying about boy drama that isn’t even boy drama”

Your shoulders relax as you take in his advice. He’s right of course, it’s not like the kiss was cheating. There was something about him that always made you feel better, maybe it was how long you’ve known him, his great advice or his annoying whit. Now knowing how pent up you’ve been it’s his mission to give you a good night out. You order way too many shots and by midnight you’re bother pretty wasted, you more than him. “Let me walk you home” he offers standing but sways a bit as he reaches for your hand. You interlock your arms to help steady you both and let him lead you back to your apartment. It’s such a normal touch between you that you think nothing of it, your interlinked arms make you seem like a sort of couple from outsiders. Even though that would never be the case no matter what state of mind the two of you are in.

You say your good byes and make him promise to text you when he gets home before going up to pass out or perhaps throw up. It’s a 50/50 at the moment. As soon as you make it up the stairs a massive figure appears in front of dick. “What are you doing” Jason’s deep, angry voice demands.

Dick is unbothered by his brother’s temper, he’s always mad about something or someone. He’s usually mad at him though. Lately dicks noticed TAHT hasn’t been the case, he’s caught the broody man smiling down at his phone or even just to his own thoughts. “Walking my friend home” he responds like it’s obvious.

A violent snarl escapes Jason’s mouth, he’s wearing his hood but from his voice dick can tell this isn’t the usual red hood anger. “How do you know her?” He barks out accusatory.

Dick takes a step back, sobering up now, “she’s my friend Jay, why are you so mad?” The seriousness in dicks voice calms Jason’s nerves. He just scoffs before disappearing back into the alley. “The fuck is his problem” dick mutters to himself before heading home. In the back of his mind he thinks about what your neighbor is like and hope that he has a better temper than his younger brother.

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[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Since we’ll be seeing Marjan’s parents meeting Joe in Mondays episode, I thought I’d share a bit from my fic love in a series of bursts & inches, which features Tarlos hosting a party at the loft for Marjan’s parents where they meet Joe for the first time 🥰

The loft smells like someone has been cooking for days when Carlos opens the door for them. The scents of garlic and onion mix with lemon curd and honey. A three-wick candle burning on the desk to the right of the door fills the living room with the scent of bergamot.

Carlos greets them with a warm smile, wrapping Marjan in a firm hug while chirping an, “hola, chica,” in her ear. He shakes her parents’ hands next, taking the tote bag full of snacks and gourmet chocolates from Marjan’s mom’s hands, before sliding the door closed behind them and ushering them into the living room.

Her mom is already straining her neck, looking around the loft for TK.

“Carlos,” she says. “I’ve heard so much about you from Marjan and your sweet husband.”

“Oh,” Carlos says bashfully before her dad cuts in to thank him for having them over for Eid.

All eyes turn to TK when he walks out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“Oh you’re here!” He says brightly. “I was just putting Lou away in the bedroom.”

Marjan suppresses a laugh, knowing there must have been a fight between TK and Carlos leading up to that decision.

Her mom is across the room in an instant, wrapping TK in a tight hug.

“Oh TK, sweetheart. It’s so good to see you,” she pulls back to get a good look at his face, patting his cheek. “You look good. We were just meeting your handsome husband.”

A thousand watt smile crosses TK’s face as he looks up and makes eye contact with Carlos across the room. “He is very handsome, isn’t he?”

“Mmhmm,” she responds. “You look happy, honey. And you have such a lovely home. We owe you and Carlos congratulations, we were sad to miss the wedding.”

“Oh,” TK says, eyes finding Marjan’s dad. TK and her mom make their way towards the kitchen where the rest of the group is gathered around the island. “It’s okay, we’re just really, really glad Mr. Marwani is doing better.”

“Please, TK,” her dad says as he pulls TK into a hug. “Your family now. Call me Waleed.”

“How is your treatment going?” Carlos asks her dad after he releases TK from his hug and TK turns to pull Marjan in for an embrace.

“Oh, I have ups and downs,” he responds. “I’ll be on chemo for the rest of my life, but I’m very grateful that I’ll have one.”

There’s a knock at the front door and Marjan feels her hands begin to sweat. It’ll be Paul and Joe. She releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding when she feels TK’s hand squeeze hers.

“Let’s get the door,” he says.

As expected, Paul and Joe are standing on the other side of the door when it slides open. Paul has a large apple pie in his hands and Joe is holding a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers.

TK takes the pie from Paul and steps aside to let the men in. Marjan greets Joe with a quiet, “hi,” before gesturing for him to follow her into the living room where her parents are waiting.

“Mom, Dad,” she says with a voice that comes out much steadier than she feels. “I want you to meet Joe. My boyfriend.���

Marjan’s mom steps forward first, taking one of Joe’s hands. “It’s very nice to meet you, Joe.”

“It’s nice to meet you both,” Joe says, voice honeyed with genuine enthusiasm. He hands the flowers to her mom, who immediately buries her nose in them.

“We’re looking forward to getting to know you,” her dad says next. “I heard you're a physical therapist. Very interesting. You know, I’ve had this weird thing going on with my foot.”

“Okay,” Marjan laughs, feeling a bit of relief creeping in at her parents’ easy acceptance of Joe. She’s not sure what to do with all the anxiety that still plagues her nervous system. “Maybe we can get through dinner first before you start asking him to look at your janky foot, Dad.”

“Alright, alright,” her dad says, waving a hand in her direction. “But tell me son,” he continues, putting an arm around Joe. “Are you a football fan? I warn you, there is a wrong answer.”

Marjan laughs again and looks over to the kitchen where she’s met with three sets of eyes that immediately divert when she catches them.

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[bravevolunteer]

1:30am. plagued by thoughts of michael and everything going on in his tiny 10-13 year old head :(

[sysig]

I got a new prescription (Patreon)

[lepakonpaska]

god i've missed dating women (and will ramble more in the tags)

[cassandralexxx]

Actually no I am so pressed like it is actually absurd the number of times I have had to say “well English is my first language” while up here these past few years. to a point it’s like kind of insulting like people seem to ignore all of my background and greater details about myself and focus in on half of my ethnicity.

[tonycries]

Like An Animal - T.F.

Synopsis. Of course Toji doesn’t want any more kids. Of course he’s lying as he stuffs your pretty cúnt full of his cúm for the third time tonight.

Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, unprotected, cúmplay, mating press, chóking, overstim, oral (female receiving), créampie, dirty talk, Toji really REALLY wants to get you pregnant, spitting, mentioned kids, absolutely filthy, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.5k

A/N. Need this man so bad you don’t even understand AAA.

Toji Fushiguro didn’t want any more kids. Why would he? They were messy, expensive, and it was a sheer miracle that Megumi wasn’t anything like the little demons he’s seen during drop-off at the kindergarten. He didn’t need another reason to watch Babyshark for five hours straight - and he wasn’t about to change his mind anytime soon. 

Or, so he thought.

“Hey doll, m’home- what the f-”

“Toji! Language!” you hiss, hastily covering the ears of a very oblivious Yuji, who was deeply engrossed in mixing icing. 

Oh? 

Now, there have only been three times in his life that Toji has been truly taken aback. The first being when he discovered that yes, Megumi’s hair really does stand up that way naturally. Second, when he realized that he was falling for you - and that oh shit maybe he does still have feelings somewhere in there after all. 

And finally, right now, the sight of you covered in flour and wrestling three giggly toddlers into some semblance of order in the kitchen. “Welcome home, handsome.”

Oh. 

It made something deep inside him lurch so strangely.

“Why…” Toji rasps, eyes flitting between the mixing bowls messily clinked together and the three toddlers happily stood on stools, flour in their hair and matching smiles on your faces. “Why have they multiplied?” 

“We’re baking cookies!” Yuji exclaims from the counter, swiping a thick wad of dough on Nobara’s hair. To which the latter responds with a swift smack on the head. 

You smirk at your dumbfounded boyfriend, “Well, Toji, it seems that when you leave me alone with a batch of cookies to bake, I have a tendency to summon reinforcements.” Gesturing at the chaos surrounding you, “Megs wanted to bake some cookies before his sleepover at Yuji’s so I had these three over because we have more than enough space.”

“I see…does insurance cover this kitchen?”

Rolling your eyes, “Oh c’mon, don’t be such a spoilsport.” You reach for the batch of freshly baked goods, “You’re just in time to taste-test our latest creation!”

And, well, how could he ever say no to you? Although - flour-dusted and disheveled - some strange part of himself thinks you look even more gorgeous than usual right now, as if that was even possible. His girl was so pretty, even when you’re wrangling three little gremlins. Too pretty. Toji just couldn’t get his head around that nagging little voice saying you looked so pretty especially when you’re wrangling three little gre-

“Ehh? Fushiguro is your dad blushing?”

“Gross.”

“You idiots he isn’t blushing, it’s called ‘swooning’. My mommy says it’s a grown-up thing.”

It was hard to not hear the (extremely loud) whispers from behind you, but it was even harder to ignore the slight red tinting Toji’s ears as he pointedly reached out for the tray you were holding. Fingers barely even brushing against the cookies before a tiny voice speaks up, “Mama, can I have one too?”

You freeze. Toji freezes. You think the whole world freezes except for Yuji and Nobara who stifle giggles behind their hands.

“Look Kugisaki, now he’s really swooning.”

“Yeah, my mommy says that’s also how you get babies. You swoon and pop! they appear.”

Toji raises a brow at Nobara, gritting out a strained, “Your mommy says a lot, huh?” That jolts you out of your reverie, and you flash a gentle smile at a very red-faced Megumi. Leaning down to reply, “Of course, sweetie.”

And as he mumbles a quick “Thank you”, hastily grabbing another cookie and retreating to a corner of the kitchen - hoping to disappear into the shadows - you risk a glance at Toji. Cheeks flushed hard enough to rival Megumi’s, ah, like father like son. 

“Anyway, don’t just stand there. Come help me n’ the kids, Yuji’s grandpa’s coming to pick them up soon!” you playfully swat at your boyfriend’s sculpted chest, going back to busying yourself with the icing. 

Toji, however, was having an epiphany that was altering his perception of reality, one that he’d probably been denying ever since he stepped in through that damn front door. You. The kids. You and the kids. You and his kids. 

“Mama.”

And Megumi’s little slip-up had been the final nail on his coffin to certify that oh Toji Fushiguro was utterly and irrevocably screwed. And he’d like to blame it all on you being such a goddamn wonder, but he’s got a nagging feeling that the three little gremlins currently decorating cookies share an equal part of the blame. 

What was it that girl had said? Swooning is how you get babies? Because, well, eyeing the way you scooped up a pouty Megumi in your arms, chatting animatedly with a tittering Nobara and Yuji, only one thought rings through his mind - damn right, kid.

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“-and make sure to brush your teeth. No faking this time, okay? I’ve told Yuji’s grandpa to check. And-”

“No summoning demons, and no summoning the police. Though you’re probably too young for that.” Toji interrupts your little tirade, ruffling the hair of a very disgruntled Megumi. “Have fun, little man.”

You giggle at the usual father-son dynamic, but as you waved off Megumi and his friends, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that something in the air felt a bit different. Something a bit tense. A bit exciting.

Maybe it was the heavy silence that hung in the room after that door slammed shut, leaving just you and Toji all alone in the house. Forcing you to register the heat of his large frame looming behind yours. When did he get so close? Or maybe it was the prickly of his gaze on your back, a resounding slam! echoing in your ears as he cages you against the door. 

Or maybe - just maybe - it was the way he leaned down to whisper in your ear, husky and tinged with something so utterly dangerous. 

“So…mama, huh?” 

A thrill goes down your spine at his words. “Oh, stop.” you wave off, though you feel your cheeks flaring up in response. Especially as he plows on, “Why? I think you make a great mama.”

You scoff, casting a sidelong glance at the muscular arm just inches away from your head. “Don’t joke, Megs was so embarrassed after that.”

“I’m not joking.”

Your back hits the cool door before you can react. Toji’s hands almost painful on your shoulders, muscles rippling as he turns you to face him. You raise your eyes to meet his and oh-

Oh shit. 

Whatever retort on the tip of your tongue dies as you take in the man before you. His expression darkened, breaths slightly labored, eyes half-lidded and locked on you. You’d almost have been worried at the sudden flip of personality had it not been for the words that spill from his lips. 

“I’m not joking.” he repeats, voice strangled. 

Great, the man has finally lost it. Despite the traitorous throbbing in your cunt, you try to make sense of the situation. “Toji, this joke has-”

Your words get caught in your throat as he raises a hand to squish your cheeks together into an almost-embarrassing pout, looking down at you through dazed eyes. “Do I look like I’m joking, doll?” Leaning down to lick a stripe up a smudge of icing on your cheek. Lingering far too long, murmuring into your skin, “What do you think?” 

In the heat of it all, you manage to choke out, “W-what?”

“Don’t you think,” he mutters, as strained as if he were about to snap any second. Losing his sanity with each word that comes out of his mouth. “That you’d make the best mama?”

“I mean- yes-”

And then his lips are on yours, shutting you up - bruising. Such a sloppy mix of teeth and spit as he drinks you in with an aching desperation. Toji breathes in your gasp as you feel his cock, hard and throbbing against your front. 

“Fuck.” he hisses into your mouth. “Not enough, ma. Need you s’bad.”

The buttons hit the floor before you realize what’s happening. Toji’s fisting your shirt in one hand, too impatient - too starved - he pulls down, down, down. Ripping. Urgently moving down to your shorts- “Those are expensi-” you yelp. 

But it’s useless - the tattered fabric hits the ground faster than your jaw as he groans out a quick, “I’ll buy ya a new one when we shop for baby clothes.”

Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, hands trailing up your thighs. He swiftly unclasps your bra, mouth dropping into a soft little oh! at the sight, immediately groping each and every inch of skin he could reach. Tweaking and rolling your swollen nipples on his fingers in wonder. “Oh, doll. These are gonna be s’full, huh? Wan’ taste how sweet you’ll be.”

“T-Toji hah-” you whine, as he takes one nipple in his mouth. Lips wrapped so prettily around your tit as he tugs lightly, sucking harshly like he was miraculously trying to draw milk out. Looking up at you so obscenely through his thick lashes. “Ngh- wan’ more.” you buck your hips, grinding against his thick cock. 

And, well, how could Toji ever deny the mother of his children?

Because he immediately drops to his knees, biting down on the thin fabric of your soaked panties. Tugging with his teeth, “This what you want, ma?” he slurs. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as he breathes in the scent of your dripping pussy, “Wan’ me to eat out your pretty lil’ cunt? Jus’ say the word.”

“Please, daddy.”

“Tha’s my girl.”

And then he’s pulling - tearing your drenched panties to shreds with his teeth. Flashing you a devilish grin at the sinful strings of slick that connect you to the flimsy fabric. Oh Toji had half the mind to tease you about how wet you were already, but no, he had no time to waste.

With a guttural, fucked-out little grunt, he’s surging forward, diving face first into your pretty pussy. Nose pressing against your throbbing clit, licking a long, languid stripe up your swollen folds. 

“Oh hngh- please.” you mewl, as he buries himself deeper into your dripping cunt. Tongue bullying its way past your folds to lap at your slick, not stopping till he’s had his fill of your sweet juices. “M-more.”

Two large hands dip into your waist as he wraps his glossy lips around your pulsing clit to suck harshly, both keeping you still and supporting your weight as your knees weaken. Toji can’t have his pretty girl hurt herself right before he fills her up n’ gets her pregnant, right?

“Sure ya can handle more, ma?” Electricity runs up your spine as your boyfriend rolls his tongue across your clit just the way he knew you liked. “Y’should be thanking me for not jus’ stuffing you full of my cock like I want to right now.” 

“Then hah- why don’t you?”

Toji pulls away ever-so-slightly, relishing in the delirious little whine of disappointment that leaves you. One that quickly turns into a surprised squeal as he spit a steady stream of spit into your quivering cunt, spreading it across your pussy with his thumb.

Sloppy - it was so fucking sloppy. He looked at you like you were his favorite meal and ate you out just as much. 

Your juices decorating his lips like a badge of honor. Smearing across the bottom half of his face and trickling down his jaw. One which moves as he utters, “Can’t break the mother of my kids, doll.” 

But oh how you’d beg to differ as he brings his face to your sloppy pussy once more, tongue darting out to catch the obscene little drip! drip! drip! of your slick. “Gon’ be the best fucking dad to all three of ‘em.”

“T-three?”

And with that, he’s squeezing his soft tongue into your tight pussy. Throwing your left leg over his sculpted shoulder to make out deeper with your cunt. You tug on his hair pathetically, impatiently. Cute little whines of his name leaving you each time he drips into your sloppy pussy, stretching you out, swiping at your clit, thrusting in and out of your sloppy hole. Over and over-

“Yeah, three.” he mutters into your folds, “Gon’ give me two more beautiful babies? Gon’ be so round n’ pretty with my kids?” Tongue curling deftly against that one spot he knew would have you keening and rocking your pretty cunt into his mouth. 

“Ah- fuck fuck fuck- hngh- yes!” you moan, body jerking violently at the way he hit that spot over and over.  

He huffs out a laugh, hungry gaze taking in that cute, desperate expression on your face. Toji just couldn’t help but tease you a little bit. “Use your words, ma.”

“H-huh?”

“Tell me what you want.”

You gasp out a pathetic little sob, “Want to so badly. Wan’ you to hah- fill me up hngh- W-wan’ cum-”

“So demanding.” he titters teasingly into your cunt, vibrations making you drag your pussy more erratically on his mean mouth. Now, Toji could tease you with his tongue for hours until you’re crying and begging for his cock. But right now, he doesn’t think he has any more patience nor sanity. “I love that.”

Toji knows by the way your pretty pussy clenches around his tongue that you’re close, pulse urgent on his face as he greedily laps at your cunt. So he speeds up his movements, drinking you in like a madman. 

A hand snaking up to plunge knuckle-deep into your sloppy entrance. Pussy taking him so readily after being stretched out on his tongue. Your adorable, fucked-out little whines of his name going straight to his rock-hard dick as he fucks you with his fingers the way he wants to with his cock. Two fingers thrusting in and out while his thumb draws rapid little circles on your clit. Sinking his teeth gently into your swollen folds.

Bucking into his touch, “Hah! S’too much, daddy. Hngh, g-gonna cum ah! Gonna cum-”

“Then cum, doll.”

And you are - fast and violent. 

Plushy walls clamping down on Toji’s fingers as if your fluttering cunt was trying to suck him up. Mind hazy and your only thoughts being about Toji and his tongue and Toji-

“Mmm taste s’sweet, love you on m’tongue.” he grunts, breathing you in and letting your juices slide down his throat. Lewd squelches in time with your cute lil’ whines as you ride out your orgasm on his pretty face. Tongue fucking you through your high. 

“Had fun, ma?” Toji grins once you blink back your vision, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Dangerous little smile only growing at your barely-lucid nod. 

Ah, but even the ever-confident Toji Fushiguro faltered as your shaky hands reached out to pet his achingly hard cock. Swollen and leaking a mouthwatering dark patch against his trousers. 

“Wan’ your cock now, daddy.” you murmur, watching the way his darkened eyes widen ever-so-slightly, breath hitching. “Wan’ you to fill me up over n’ over like you promised.”

Oh you little minx, with all your dirty tricks - you were going to be the death of him. 

With a dark little chuckle of disbelief, Toji rises to his full height. Lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss - tongue licking at the seam of your mouth and intertwining with yours. Forcing you to taste yourself on him. So sweet of sin and all his dreams of stuffing you till you were sure to have his kids - two of them, in fact. 

“Anything y’want, doll.” he whispers into your lips. 

And that’s all that is said before the clinking of a belt rings in the heady air. The realization that you were so naked and splayed out for him while he was still unfairly clothed finally hitting as Toji peels his shirt off. Your mouth waters at the chiseled front, hands immediately reaching to squeeze his large pecs. Running your hands along his body. 

“Ah, fuck.” he shudders, “Y’never change, huh?” 

Yet your greedy hands are momentarily stunned as he lets his pants fall to the floor with his boxers. Rock-hard cock springing up and hitting his stomach. 

He was so painfully hard that it made your cunt quiver in anticipation. Red and throbbing, soaked in precum and glistening in the dim lighting. Twitching at the sound of your voice as you say “Want you to fucking ruin me, daddy.” you blink up at Toji, all doe-eyed and teary after your last orgasm. 

And oh does that make him snap - maybe his sanity, maybe you by the end of this, because before you know it, Toji’s spreading your legs with his knee. Biting his bottom lip as your slick trails down your pretty cunt and onto your legs. 

“What m’girl wants.” he grits out, dragging his weeping tip across your swollen folds. Collecting your sweet juices on his head. “My girl- gets.”

You keen as Toji bullies his massive cock into your cunt on the last word. “Ngh- T-Toji.” you whine, vision flashing at the stretch. No matter how many times Toji stuffed you full of his cock - his size never failed to disappoint.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You can take it.” Trying to steady your breathing as he fucks into you in quick, mindless little jabs to fit himself inside your snug pussy. “I’ll make sure of it, doll. How else m’gonna breed your pretty lil’ cunt?”

Your dripping cunt rubs so deliciously against his abs, slick mixing with his precum and smearing across both your bodies. Filthy, and exactly what you wanted right now. 

“Shit, love when your pussy’s so messy. Now, legs.” he rasps, with a quick smack to your thighs. And that’s all that has to be said - your queue to wrap your legs around Toji’s waist, letting his strong arms lift you with ease. Splitting you apart deeper and deeper onto his cock, veins rubbing so deliciously against all the right spots. A maddening little bump! bump! bump! matching your heartbeat. 

“Ah! Hngh- Fuck fuck fuck, m’so full.” you keen, heels digging into his hips. 

Sliding down his cock far enough that his heavy balls meet your ass, already so wet with precum and slick. Ah, you were so full of him you almost felt like he was pushing against your lungs.

“Oh, yes.” Toji hisses, throwing his head back. “Fucking finally.” Finally he gets what he’s been aching for ever since those three gremlins stepped out the door. All the blood draining to his cock at the idea of fucking his cum into you till you couldn’t walk. Till you were so full of him that he was the only one you could think of. Hey, he needed to get some attention before the baby arrives, right?

“Need this s’bad. Fuck.” he gasps. Still pushing inside you despite bottoming out, shallow, desperate little grinds of his hips. “Gonna fuck a baby into you, you little slut. Fill you up with my seed till you can’t take it anymore.”

Neat little crescents of his fingernails on your ass as his thrusts get longer, more purposeful. Twitching balls smacking against your skin in such a lewd rhythm, matching the cute little ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time his fat head hits your cervix. So deliciously painful. 

“C’mon, ma.” Toji moans, hips out of control now. Taking in the way your head was thrown back, body bouncing each time he rammed his cock into your tight cunt. But oh how he wanted to see the fucked-out expression on your face. “Look at me.”

So cockdrunk and delirious, you barely register the way Toji cradles your head to press his sweaty forehead against yours. Only looking up at him with delirious heart-eyes as he milked himself on your sloppy pussy. 

“Shit feel s’perfect split-apart on my cock. Really made for me, huh?” he gasps into your mouth. “Need to cum in this pretty pussy. Need to fill you up- ah- need this need this- fuck.”

“Shit shit shit, Toji m’so close. I’m hngh-”

A hand hurriedly unwraps from your waist to draw rapid, desperate little patterns on your cunt. Not even circles anymore because shit Toji couldn’t think of anything aside from the way your pussy was milking him so good- And how he was gonna fuck a baby into you and Megumi was gonna be the best big brother and-

“-you’ll bake with ‘em. And I’ll tuck ‘em to bed.” the words tumble out of his lips and into your parted mouth. Pussy drunk and babbling, “N’ we’re both taking those three to the park and try not to lose ‘em.”

Dragging himself inside you till his weeping tip kisses your sloppy hole. Fingers on your clit becoming more and more frantic. Fucking you so filthy, each word punctuated by quick, harsh thrusts, “Then at night m’gonna steal you all to myself, and y’know what, ma?”

At this point you can do nothing more than just take it as Toji bounces you on his cock in midair, sobbing out a strained, “W-what, daddy?”

Toji leans impossibly closer, thumb catching on your swollen lips, breath fanning your face as he mutters, “Gonna fuck another baby into you. Fill you with my cum all over again, doll. Give it all to you.”

Now, you’ve heard of orgasms that come out of nowhere and have you seeing stars. And this was no different - yet you see the pearly gates of heaven as you cream around his cock. “Ah! Hngh m’cumming m’cumming oh-”

He lets out a guttural groan as your nails rake his back, hips stuttering and sloppy now. Breathing out raggedly, “Yeah fuck jus’ like that use me like’ that- hngh squeezing me s’tight gonna cum. Gonna give my pretty baby my cum, fuck a baby into ya- oh-”

Body bowing into yours, teething latching onto the crook of your neck, biting down right over your pulse. Fingers digging and bruising on your hips, holding your filthy pussy to his cock as he cums with a strangled moan. Hard. almost painfully so. 

White-hot pleasure behind his eyes, pumping thick, hot ropes to fill your snug cunt. Just animalistic movements from such a carnal part of himself as he fucked his seed deeper and deeper into you. 

Not even thinking of stopping even as you keen at your poor overfilled pussy. Toji’s cum dripping down your legs and onto his quivering balls as he fucks you like an animal. Over and over and-

“Hey, who said we’re done, doll?” Toji tuts mockingly, snapping you out of the haze. “Don’t pass out on me just yet.”

And you don’t even realize it before he’s manhandling you onto the nearby couch. Pulling out only admire his seed gushing out of you, so white and hot and his. Cock twitching to life at the pool of cum and slick slowly forming on the cushion below. Fuck that, you’ll need a bigger couch for five people anyway.  

Ramming his throbbing cock into your poor, swollen pussy. Throwing your legs over his sculpted shoulders and bending down down down till your knees were at your tits. 

Not even bothering to let you adjust this time before he’s fucking you again and again and maybe he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear - probably it was just promises of how he was gonna fill your pretty lil’ cunt till Megumi gets home. Promises he fully intended to fulfill. 

“Fuck. One more. G-gotta make sure it takes, ma.” he swears into your mouth. Voice jagged, and you almost couldn’t recognize it as your boyfriend’s. Barely even lucid, just mindless motions of his hips as he watched your slutty cunt suck him up so good. “Yeah, who’s cum is that, doll? Who’s that painting your pretty pussy white?”

Drinking in the sobbed out little, “Y-you, Toji! Ah- Hngh-” as he starts ravaging your swollen clit again. Toji’s balls squeeze so painfully as he fucked you like his personal sextoy. And your pussy was so heavenly around him that you were basically asking for him to go harder. Begging. Begging him to ruin you. 

“Ah! Fuck I’m-” throat shot, you can’t even form a proper sentence before you’re seeing stars being your eyes. Walls milking Toji’s thick cock as you cum - almost painfully. Mouth dropping into a fucked-out little oh! tears streaking down your face. 

Ones that Toji can’t help but lick off, salty on his tongue as he cums again. And again and again. Voice stuck in his throat, eyes widening, the veins popping out on his arms as he pulls your hips closer to his. 

Hips burning now as he breeds you like some animal. Like he was ready to fill you up until he was shooting blanks and couldn’t anymore. Cum squelching out of your sloppy pussy and seeping into where you were joined. Ah, well, the couch was ruined - time for Plan B. 

Which is why Toji found himself wrestling you onto the cool floor, cock still twitching inside you, spreading you for him on whatever flat surface he could find. Milking his cock so he can cum more than he has his whole life. 

Both of you barely lucid at this point. He wasn’t even sure if he could cum again - but by God if he wasn’t going to try. He was drunk off of the feeling inside you, so warm and wet with him. So perfect to carry his child.

“Hngh- yes yes yes wan’ carry your child, daddy.” you whine. Oh shit, had he said that out loud? Ah, who gives a fuck at this point. The only thing he cared about now was the feeling of your sloppy lil’ pussy wrapped around him and whether Megumi would want a brother or a sister. 

“Hm, yeah? Like the idea huh, you little slut. Fuck s’perfect f’me- ngh-”

Running on just the sting of your nails down his back and your legs pulling him impossibly closer. Barely even thrusting at this point, just frantic shallow, grinds to milk his swollen cock. Trying to fuck out something delicious. It hurt, but it hurt so good. 

So good that Toji doesn’t even realize when he’s cumming again. Just faint little tingles before his cock is shooting thin, long wisps of cum, making you squeeze around him as he fills you up again and again.Your own orgasm just a small spike of euphoria before he starts moving inside you. Again.  

Ah, he wonders, vision hazy at the edges - but still perfectly capturing the white gushing out of your ravaged cunt. Taking in the messy floor, and your even messier pussy. Where to next, huh? He hasn’t even fucked you in the kitchen yet.

“N-next?” you repeat, eyes widening as much as they possibly could through the exhaustion and the urge to pass out. And oh he said that out loud too? Whoops.

“Of course.” he pools the cum trickling out of you on two fingers, shoving them in your mouth. Making your head spine as you choke and gag around his thick fingers, pressing the back of your tongue. Only two things ringing in your mind, Toji’s unforgiving cock - raw and hot, dragging against your ravaged walls again and again - and the words that spill from his lips.

“Besides, we gotta practice for the fourth one, too, ma.”

A/N. Fully believe this man will fuck you till both of you pass out. 

Plagiarism not authorized. 

[lizziesangel]

thinking of rafe cameron who picks up reader when she’s drunk

CONTENT WARNING: mention of alcohol / reader is drunk, rafe has a soft spot for reader

you stumble out of the party, your head spinning from too many drinks and your phone clutched tightly in your hand. you weren’t even sure why you went in the first place—probably to drown out the endless fighting back at john b’s. it seemed like all the pogues did these days was argue, and you couldn’t stand to be around it any longer. but now, as the night’s chaos began to settle, you were left with the uncomfortable truth: you were too drunk to get home.

the pogues were all back at john b’s, still at each other’s throats. you didn’t want to wake any of them, knowing they’d just make a fuss and probably lecture you about your choices. so, against your better judgment, you scrolled through your contacts until you saw his name.

rafe cameron.

you hesitated for a moment. he hated the pogues, and they hated him back with equal fervor. but there was something unspoken between the two of you—a softness he showed only to you.

maybe it was the way he’d find excuses to talk to you at parties, or how his eyes would linger on you when he thought no one was looking. whatever it was, you knew he wouldn’t leave you stranded.

you pressed call, holding your breath as it rang.

“why are you calling me?” his voice was sharp, almost annoyed, but you could hear the confusion underneath.

“i…” you swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice. “i’m drunk, and i need a ride.”

“please?”

there was silence on the other end of the line, long enough that you started to think he might hang up. but then he sighed.

“where are you?”

you rattled off the address, feeling a pang of relief when he muttered something under his breath and said, “stay put. i’m on my way.”

fifteen minutes later, a familiar black truck pulled up to the curb. rafe got out, his expression a mix of irritation and concern as he approached you. “you look like a mess,” he said, but his tone was softer than his words.

“thanks, rafe. always so kind,” you mumbled, stumbling slightly as you tried to stand. he caught you by the arm, steadying you with ease.

“c’mon on, let’s get you in the car.” he guided you to the passenger seat, his hand lingering at your back as you climbed in.

the ride was quiet at first, the hum of the engine the only sound. you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. his jaw was clenched, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly.

“are you mad?” you wondered aloud, breaking the silence.

“i’m not mad,” he replied, though the edge in his voice said otherwise. “i just don’t get why you’d call me, of all people. don’t you have your little pogue friends for this kind of thing?”

“they’re busy fighting,” you admitted, slumping back in your seat. “i didn’t want to deal with it.”

rafe glanced at you, his expression softening. “yeah, well, they don’t deserve you anyway.”

the words caught you off guard, your heart skipping a beat. “rafe…”

“don’t,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “just… let me get you home.”

when he pulled up outside john b’s, he put the car in park but didn’t move to let you out. instead, he turned to you, his blue eyes searching your face.

“look, if you ever need… i don’t know, someone who’s not them, just call me, okay? even if it’s stupid like this.”

you blinked at him, his uncharacteristic vulnerability leaving you speechless. “okay,” you finally whispered.

he nodded, satisfied, and got out of the truck to help you to the door. before he left, he lingered for a moment, his hand brushing against yours.

“take care of yourself, alright?”

and just like that, he was gone, leaving you standing on the porch with a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the alcohol.