#so i’ll be sipping on this a chilling for the time being

[leeknowsswag]

»Don’t.«

Tags: collegeau!Sero x reader, stoner!Sero, suggestive, mentions of a breakup, heartbroken!reader, afab!reader, African American!mina(MINA ILY), and mentions of alcohol and 🍃.

A/N: ok ok yes I know I haven’t written in a while ladies ladies chillllllluh there’s enough of ya boi to go around!!! LADIESSSSUH!!🫩✌🏽🥀 Next | Prev

You just went through the craziest breakup. Your ex did you dirty, too dirty. So dirty to the point that you haven’t talked to anyone for the last week, that is until your roommate, Mina, invited you to a party.

“C’mon girl, you have to go! This party is good for you. Fuck that nigga, let’s go out! I hate seeing you like this. So come on.”

Mina has always been there for you, even if you two only just met this year. She even has the coolest group of friends, as she says. You’ve met most of them, they’re cool.

“And I’ll even do your hair! And I’ll pick out your outfit. C’mon, there’ll be cuter and better boys out there.” She grabs your hand and sits you down at her desk.

“Mina, I don’t know…I just-“

Mina shush you, picking out a dress that you had bought so long ago, thinking you’d wear it out somewhere. It’s cute, but you’ve just been so busy that you haven’t been able to wear it.

“Uh, where have you been hiding this!?!? This is perfect.”

She’s excited…too excited. You don’t even know if you want to go?! But she knows you’re gonna agree anyway, she can feel it. She knows you.

“Mina, what if I don’t meet anyone? Then what…?” You sound unsure about going, not wanting to get your hopes up.

“Then you can just chill with me, come on.”

•-:-•

The party is loud, people everywhere, red solo cups in almost everyone’s hands, music blasting, people dancing, people making out in corners…huh…peculiar. But Mina walks you over to her friends. Only some of them were there, Kirishima, Denki, Ochako, and Sero where there. The only person you hadn’t met yet was Sero…

“Guys! Look who I brought! Say hi!”

Everyone says hi, giving you a hug, the only person who didn’t was Sero. He had a drink in his hand, an outfit that said that he was trying to be cool, but not too obvious that he was. He had on jeans that sagged a little, a white tank, and a black button up that’s unbuttoned. The tank was long, but it’s the type of tank that if he raised his arms you could see his happy trail. His hair, effortlessly good looking, he even had somewhat of a mustache…can’t lie, the guy is fine.

“Sero, this is my roommate. Say hi.”

“ ‘Sup.”

He nods to you. Sipping on his drink, trying not to make it obvious that he’s checking you out, a small, mischievous smirk is plastered on his face. He taps denki on the chest.

“Me and Denki are going to smoke. If yall wanna tag along you can. See you later”

He directs that last part at you, specifically telling you that he’ll see you later, or are you just overthinking…?

“Ok, bye! C’mon, let’s get you some drinks!”

Mina drags you along, bringing you over to the drinks table and pours you some cheap liquor that the broke college stupid host got at the corner store down the road, still works though, strong, but still works.

“So…Sero. He was definitely checking you out.”

Mina mentioned while sipping on her drink, glancing at you with a smile

“What?…no…no he wasn’t...was he?" You start contemplating whether Sero was checking you out or not...hell, were you checking him out? No, no you weren't, you just got out of a relationship! You couldn't have been checking him out. "Yes he was girl, yes he was." Ochako and Kirishima walk past the two, ochako walks back, telling them to join them to go chill with Sero and Denki. •-:-• You, Mina, and Mina's friends are sitting by a bon fire in the backyard of the house where the party is being held. Sero and Denki had already started smoking, they're already high. The blunt is getting passed around, it's a smooth time until it stops at you. You've never smoke before, this is new. "Uh..." You look around, your eyes land on Sero, he smiles lazily, nodding towards the blunt in between your fingers. Well, there's a first for everything. You put the blunt in between your lips, taking a hit, coughing right after, laughing as well. "Oh god! what the fuck!?" Everyone is laughing, sero passes you a bottle of water, you nod a thank you being taking a sip, passing the blunt to the next person. Mina nudges you discreetly, insinuating that Sero was flirting with you. But there's no way he is, right? When you look back at him, he's looking at you, his eyelids low, that dumb smile still plastered on his face...god, maybe you are checking him out!? "Uh, guys, I'm gonna get some drinks..." You gave yourself an out before going back inside to get a drink, another solo cup half filled with cheap liquor, you take a sip, recoiling until you hear someone behind you faintly, when you turn around, you aren't expecting Sero. "Oh, hey...thought you were out there smoking..." You fidget with the cup in your hands, nervously. "I was...now I'm in here with you...so, whats good?" "Nothing really...just got out of a relationship." "Damn, guy did you bad?" He was right on the money. "Yep...he was really killing my vibe, and he was just...ugh" He Puts a hand on your waist reassuringly, you swear that your heart skips a couple beats, your breath hitches. "You'll find a guy that treats you better..." God, this guy is fine and he knows it, there's no way he doesn't. "Yeah...I hope so. You got a girlfriend?" You smirk at him, looking up at him while still fiddling with the red solo cup. "No...you lookin' for a man?" He asks you, smirking at you with his low lids and blood shot eyes. "Yeah...only if it's you though." Okay, the alcohol and weed combined is definitely making you confident because you would have never said that while sober. "Damn, getting confident now, are we?" He grins at you, 'damn his smile is sexy', you think to yourself as you look up at him. "Yeah. Yeah I am." You touch his arm teasingly as you talk to him, practically full on flirting with him. He smiles at you and sips at his drink, he lets a chuckle out, air coming out of his nose. "Do you know what you're getting into, Ma?" He says smoothly, lightly touching your arm, a smirk still painted onto his face. "Yes, I do. I know very well." •-:-• It's getting late, like the type of late where all you hear outside are crickets and the light traffic. The party is still going on, you're wasted and high as fuck. You spent the rest of your night with Sero. You are now throwing up in the bathroom. "Ughh..." You're puking, Sero is holding your hair back and patting your back. "Yep, come on, let it all out, Ma." You cough and throw up. "Im ready to go home..." You flush the toilet before standing back up, leaning on his chest. "I'll get you an Uber." He wipes your mouth, wiping the puke off your mouth, ew. "I couldn't ask you to do that...I'll walk." "Hell no, if you walk, im walking with you, Mama." •-:-• You two decided on Kirishima driving everyone back to their dorms. Before you all got there, Sero gave you his number. "Make sure you text me, Mama" Is what he said before you got out of the car, you smiled at him while g

He asks you, smirking at you with his low lids and blood shot eyes. "Yeah...only if it's you though." Okay, the alcohol and weed combined is definitely making you confident because you would have never said that while sober. "Damn, getting confident now, are we?" He grins at you, 'damn his smile is sexy', you think to yourself as you look up at him. "Yeah. Yeah I am." You touch his arm teasingly as you talk to him, practically full on flirting with him. He smiles at you and sips at his drink, he lets a chuckle out, air coming out of his nose. "Do you know what you're getting into, Ma?" He says smoothly, lightly touching your arm, a smirk still painted onto his face. "Yes, I do. I know very well." •-:-• It's getting late, like the type of late where all you hear outside are crickets and the light traffic. The party is still going on, you're wasted and high as fuck. You spent the rest of your night with Sero. You are now throwing up in the bathroom. "Ughh..." You're puking, Sero is holding your hair back and patting your back. "Yep, come on, let it all out, Ma." You cough and throw up. "Im ready to go home..." You flush the toilet before standing back up, leaning on his chest. "I'll get you an Uber." He wipes your mouth, wiping the puke off your mouth, ew. "I couldn't ask you to do that...I'll walk." "Hell no, if you walk, im walking with you, Mama." •-:-• You two decided on Kirishima driving everyone back to their dorms. Before you all got there, Sero gave you his number. "Make sure you text me, Mama" Is what he said before you got out of the car, you smiled at him while getting out of the car. Mina is less drunk than you, she helps you into the dorm room. "Oh my, how drunk did you get?!" She helps you in before you flop down onto your bed. "WHY DIDNT YOU INTRODUCE ME TO SERO EARLIER?!?" You spit out into your pillow, directed to Mina. "I don't know! he was never there when you hung out with me and my friends!...why? Do you like him?" She smiles, getting changed into her pajamas. "Yes, he's so fucking fine. AND HE GAVE ME HIS NUMBER!!" You squeal like a teenaged girl. "OH MY GOD, HE DID?!?" She gets excited with you, she giggles. "Girl, text him!...uh, hello?" You fell asleep

AHSBFKJDSNVOFWHRGOUNSDJNAHHH PART 2 IS COMING SOON AND YALL ARE GONNA LOVE ITTTTTTTTT!!!

[cherryfcola]

Gun Safety is for Losers (And I’m Bleeding Sexily) — A Sonic x Reader Crack Fic

🚨 Warnings / Tags:

• accidental gunshot but make it ✨romantic✨

• blood?? but like… sexy and funny

• sonic x reader (yes you got shot. no you’re not mad about it.)

• shadow the hedgehog has a type and it’s “bleeding a little”

• reader is chill™ about being shot and it’s mildly concerning

• sonic is trying his best and failing so hard

• no one is taking this seriously except maybe tails and even that’s debatable

• cringe comedy meets bullet wound realness

• romantic chaos | domestic nonsense | gun safety slander

• pls don’t try this at home lmao

• injury kink?? not really but also maybe??

• cartoon logic. physics have left the chat.

• everyone needs therapy but it’s fine 👍

••••••••••

It was a beautiful day in Green Hill Zone. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and Sonic was once again lecturing Shadow about his edgy weapon choices.

You were lounging on a picnic blanket, sunglasses on, sipping an aggressively colorful slushie, because being Sonic’s S/O meant you were contractually obligated to witness his moral crusades in real time.

Shadow stood nearby, casually tossing his gun between his hands like it was a fidget toy that could end someone’s bloodline.

“Shadow, you can’t just swing that thing around!” Sonic snapped, hands on his hips. “You ever heard of safety?! Or basic physics?! Or, I don’t know, not shooting your friends accidentally?!”

Shadow rolled his eyes. “It’s not even loaded.”

“That’s what they all say before someone ends up on a T-shirt!”

You slurped your slushie louder.

“Look, I’ll show you how not to handle a gun,” Sonic said, grabbing the weapon from Shadow with heroic confidence.

BANG.

Everyone froze.

Everyone…except you.

You looked down. A cute little bloody bloom spread on your shirt like a designer crime scene. You blinked slowly, then looked up at Sonic and calmly said:

“Oh dang. Babe. You got me.”

Sonic’s face went from confident crusader to panicked cartoon boyfriend in 0.2 seconds. “I SHOT MY GIRLFRIEND?!”

You laid back dramatically like a Victorian heiress. “Tell Tails…I left my leftovers in the fridge. He can have them.”

Amy gasped. Rouge clapped. Knuckles immediately began digging a hole in the ground for no reason. Tails was already Googling “how to do surgery with a spoon.”

Shadow squinted at you, tilting his head thoughtfully. “…Huh.”

Sonic was losing his mind. “WHY ARE YOU SO CALM?! I LITERALLY SHOT YOU!”

You shrugged, propping yourself up on one elbow. “Baby, I’ve been shot by your love since day one. This is just the logical next step.”

Shadow took a slow step closer, still staring.

“Why,” he muttered, “do you look hotter with a gunshot wound?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying,” Shadow replied, completely unfazed, “you’re over there bleeding like a sexy cryptid and I don’t know what to do with that.”

Sonic made a sound like a fax machine dying.

“SHADOW—THAT’S MY BLEEDING Girlfriend!”

“Well,” Shadow said coolly, “maybe if you’d handled the gun better, they’d still be upright and less attractive.”

Rouge held up a scorecard that just said “10/10 chaos.”

You winked at Sonic. “If it helps, I only look hot for you while bleeding.”

Sonic sat down next to you and gently cradled your face like you were in a soap opera. “I swear, I’m never touching another gun again.”

“Good,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Because if I survive this, I want you to be alive long enough to carry all my groceries for the rest of time.”

Shadow crossed his arms. “Gross.”

Rouge leaned over. “You’re just mad because they didn’t wink at you while bleeding.”

“…I mean, maybe.”

[kxsagi]

sae x reader except reader has to fight shidou for sae anytime he's around HAHA

“𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤”

a/n: sae’s a freak (he’s into me 😛)

isagi in the back of the header image always gets me 😭

you’re not a jealous person. seriously. you’re chill. calm. collected. some might even say mature. you don’t pick fights over petty things. you rise above. you're the bigger person… unless that thing is shidou ryusei breathing anywhere within a two-mile radius of your boyfriend. 

“back off, loverboy,” you say sweetly, shoving shidou’s face away from sae’s shoulder for the third time that morning. “he has a girlfriend. remember?” 

“hm?” shidou blinks at you with all fake innocence as if he’s not your 13th reason. “oh, you mean you? i thought you were his manager or something. you nag like one.” 

you blink. sae – ever the loyal, supportive boyfriend – does not even look up from tying his cleats. nothing. not a chuckle. not a word. unbothered. moisturized. thriving. your blood pressure, on the other hand, is at a dangerous 210/110. 

“don’t encourage him,” you mutter, elbowing sae, who merely grunts and continues adjusting his socks like this is all completely normal. which, sadly, it is. 

“aw, don’t be mad, princess,” shidou coos as he slinks onto the bench beside your boyfriend like a lizard. “i just love your man sooooo much. he’s so cold and mean. i wanna make him bark.” 

you blink again. your soul leaves your body. "you wanna what–" 

“shidou,” sae says flatly, still not looking up. “stop talking.” 

“what if i bark first?” shidou counters brightly, and then makes a genuinely horrific ruff sound with full eye contact. 

you inhale slowly. you’ve read about people who commit crimes of passion. you used to judge them. but now? now you understand. 

and then you launch yourself at him. 

“ALRIGHT, THAT’S IT, YOU PINK PEST.” 

shidou starts laughing – full, unhinged, head-thrown-back laughter – as you grab him by the collar. he doesn’t fight back. oh no. this menace is giddy. “c’mon, baby! fight for your man! show me the claws!” 

you would have clawed his eyes out if bachira hadn’t calmly wandered past, grabbed you by the waist, and lifted you off the ground. 

“dude, chill,” he says, sipping his protein shake. “this is, like, the third time this week.” 

“and i’ll do it again!” 

“you did do it again,” reo calls from the bench, already livestreaming. “at this point you might as well schedule your brawls. mondays, wednesdays, and saturdays. make it a subscription model.” 

“i fear no man,” you growl, squirming in bachira’s grip, “but that… that peroxide peacock has it coming.” 

shidou, from the floor where you nearly tackled him, grins at the new name. “peroxide peacock. damn. kinda sexy.” 

fast forward to later that night, you’re lying on sae’s couch, your hand wrapped in an ice pack and your pride slightly bruised. 

“you didn’t even help me,” you grumble, shoving your cold toes under his thigh for warmth. “i was defending your honor.” 

“you punched your hand into his jaw. not my fault,” sae says without looking up from his phone. 

“he said he wanted you to bark, sae. bark. if i hadn’t stepped in, you’d be in a collar by now.” 

sae glances up just to raise a brow. “… you really think i’d let shidou put me in a collar?” 

you look him dead in the eye. “i don’t put anything past that man. he once posted a selfie captioned ‘just kissed my homie’s neck, we’re tight like that.’” 

“yeah, and?” 

“… it was you.” 

sae pauses. blinks. then shrugs. “i didn’t feel anything.” 

“i felt it. through the phone. spiritually.” 

he snorts. “you’re being dramatic.” 

“you’re being too calm for a man who’s one bark away from becoming someone’s puppy.” 

he tosses his phone on the coffee table and leans back. “you don’t have to fight him. he’s just being annoying.” 

“you say that like he doesn’t write fanfiction about you.” 

“… he does what?” 

“don’t worry about it,” you say quickly. “point is: i’m the only one who gets to annoy you, flirt with you, and make you bark. in the bedroom. respectfully.” 

sae’s lips twitch. “you’re deranged.” 

“yet you chose me.” 

“i regret it daily.” 

“tolerate me harder then.” 

he huffs out something dangerously close to a laugh, the tiniest little snort of amusement, and his hand slides around your wrist to pull you back into him. “you’re a menace,” he mutters against your forehead. 

“so is shidou.” 

“i like your menace better.” 

you grin. “say that again.” 

“no.” 

“write it down, maybe? put it in a frame?” 

“i’m literally never saying it again.” 

you hum, pleased, and settle against him like a cat claiming ownership. you think the chaos might be over for the night, that you can rest, recharge, maybe even makeout with him without shidou crawling out of the wall like a goblin. 

but then your phone pings. 

instagram live: @shidou_r — “Q&A: how i seduce taken men ft. live examples 😘” 

you stare at the screen. you blink once. twice. 

then you throw your phone on the table, sigh deeply, and stand up. 

sae doesn’t even try to stop you. 

he just watches as you stomp out of the room like a woman on a mission, cold pack still clutched in one hand and vengeance in your heart. 

“if you break your hand again,” he calls after you, “i’m not helping you wrap it.” 

you slam the door behind you. 

shidou’s livestream chat goes wild when you enter frame thirty seconds later and start chasing him across the field with a traffic cone. 

true love. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[mochie85]

When The Ball Drops

Summary: A continuation of "Have Mercy." Loki tries so hard to get you to kiss him again but you resist him. Until he comes up with a plan on New Year's Eve. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: Over 3.5k Warnings: Fluff, kissing, cameos from multiple Avengers, the use of Y/N

It had been weeks since you saved Loki’s life and brought him back from his near-death experience. Or as Loki fondly likes to call it, “the time you asked him out on a date.” He was relentless with his flirtations towards you. He would seek you out at all hours, multiple times a day, just to wear you down.

One time he caught you by the kitchen pouring yourself a cup of coffee. “There you are, my angel.” He slid on the side of the counter, pulling up right next to you. “I have a headache. Do you think you could kiss it and make it all better?” he crooned so sweetly.

“No,” you answered him flatly and walked away, sipping your coffee.

Or, that time you were kickboxing with Sam. While Loki and Thor just happened to be training on the mat across from you. Thor had knocked him down with a single blow. Loki immediately cried to you from the floor. “Darling! My brother doesn’t seem to know the difference between practice and actual combat. Could you spare me a kiss so that I can continue and teach him a lesson?” He lay on the floor with his hair falling from the loose bun he kept it in. His arms spread apart, looking up at you through thick, long lashes.

“No, Loki!” You were so irritated that you took your fighting gloves off and threw them on the floor. Missing his head by an inch. Loki didn’t even flinch as he watched you storm off in anger. “Go to med-bay if you’re injured!”

“My angel,” Loki purred this morning after a team meeting. “I seem to have a paper cut on my finger. Can you-”

“No! Loki I will not kiss you!” you asserted, gathering your materials to get out of there quickly.

“I was going to suggest you lick it. But if that’s what you prefer, I’ll take it as a consolation prize,” he smiled and puckered his lips towards you. Your palms had never itched more, wanting to slap the kiss right off his mouth. You growled in frustration as you turned on your heel and walked out.

Loki heard light chuckles coming from the end of the large meeting table. Wilson and Barnes were shaking their heads, having watched the whole scene play out. “Is there something that you two find amusing?”

“Ya, man. You!” Wilson answered.

“I’m glad my shortcomings amuse you,” Loki answered with a slight upturn of his lip.

“Let me give you some advice,” Sam said walking over to him.

“Not warranted. Nor requested.”

“I’ma give it to you anyway.” Sam clapped a hand on Loki’s shoulder and looked him straight in the eye. “You need to chill.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki said astounded.

“The more you push, the harder she resists,” Barnes interjected.

“Stop harassing her,” Sam continued.

“You, constantly being around her, reminding her of that kiss, is not gonna go well for you,” Barnes added.

“Are you saying that she regretted healing me?” Loki questioned.

“No,” they both answer in unison.

“Anyone can see that she was smitten with you from day one!” Sam declared.

“And she wouldn’t just kiss anybody. She offered to heal my arm once, though,” Barnes said to Wilson. “I wonder if she would’ve kissed me then?” He said introspectively, biting his lip in thought. Loki sneered at the notion.

“But she thinks that you’re just teasing her. That you’re not sincere with your feelings and you’re just looking for a way to provoke or annoy her.”

“I honestly don’t know how I can make it any clearer for her that I’m interested other than to ask her flat-out naked!”

“NO!” they both screamed again.

“Well, it would've worked on Asgard.” Loki pouted, crossing his arms as he sat on the ledge of the conference table.

“I’m sure it would’ve,” Sam nodded sarcastically. “Look, do you really like her?” Loki gave him a sardonic look, appalled that Wilson would even ask such a question.

“Then prove to her that you’re worthy of her affections. Wait for her to ask you. That way you’ll know she wants you too and not just because she’s trying to save your life.” At this last drop of wisdom, Barnes and Wilson left Loki in the conference room, pondering ways to prove his sincerity towards you.

You hurried towards your room, scenes from the last moments with Loki replaying in your mind. How could everything have gone tits up in just a couple of weeks?! You left the meeting today exhausted more than ever. You weren’t sure if it was misplaced gratitude for saving his life or if he genuinely is attracted to you but you didn’t think you could resist Loki anymore.

You know he’s just mocking you about what happened. He doesn’t have any real feelings towards you. It’s in his nature to be playful. But every time he comes anywhere near you and he puckers those lips of his, your knees buckle and you almost give in.

Screw it! If he wants to tease you so badly, maybe you could call his bluff and kiss him back. Perhaps then he’ll realize that his joke had gone way too far and he’d stop. Yes! The next time he teases you, you’ll kiss him right back.

But he never did. After weeks of trying to get under your skin, he finally relented. Morning coffee breaks were innocuous and pleasant. Sometimes, he would have a cup waiting for you, just the way you like it. No quips. No lewd gestures about kissing. Just a handsome smile and a friendly, helping hand.

There were times you would see him walk out of the training rooms with Thor, holding on to his side in pain. You were ready for him to make a quick jab about needing your kiss to heal the ache. But none ever came. Only a quick, “Hello, darling,” in passing as he limped off in the direction of med-bay. You’ve missed your chance.

Days later, holiday lights still glittered around the buildings of New York. Remnants of Christmas still decorated Fifth Avenue. The frigid air nipped at your cheeks making you hold on to your faux mink tighter.

Tony’s New Year’s Eve party was different this year. No celebrities. No politicians. Just the Avengers, along with the friends and family that loved them. He had rented the whole rooftop of the Marriott Marquis, overlooking Times Square. Soft velvet settees were strewn across the space under a luxurious pergola and a fantastic view of the ball waiting to be dropped.  

Lounging next to one of the many heat lamps, you wrapped your coat tighter around your shoulders. “So, who are you kissing when the clock strikes midnight?” Nat asked you, pouring you a glass of Bollinger. Her red lipstick was as bright as her hair. With one side of her fur falling down her shoulder, she looked like the classic Hollywood vixen, ready for her next close-up. Fitting for tonight’s Vintage Hollywood theme.

“I don’t know,” you lied, taking the stem from her hand. You knew exactly who you wanted to kiss tonight. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Liar.” She said so cooly. You smirked, chastising yourself for trying to lie to one of the world’s best interrogators. “I bet I could guess who!” She sang as you rolled your eyes.

“Even if I did want one of them to kiss me, that doesn’t mean that they will.”

“Come on. I’m sure one of them would love to snog you at midnight,” she chuckled. “An extra blessing of good health and fortune for the coming year…” She wagged her eyebrows and elbowed you.

“Oh, please.”

“Ok, there’s Steve.”

“Your ex?!”

“Ya!”

“No!” you exclaimed.

“He’s a great kisser.”

“Then why don’t you kiss him at midnight”

“We’re trying to get YOU kissed. Not me, remember? OK, what about Thing 1 and Thing 2?” She said pointing to Sam and Bucky.

“No,” you said laughing.

“Why not?”

“No. I just don’t see them that way. It’ll make for an awkward kiss.”

“How ‘bout Bruce?”

“Bruce isn’t even here.” You said looking around the party.

“Ok then, what about Thor?”

“He’s with Jane.”

“Why not try your luck with tall, dark, and stabby then?” she said pointing to Loki with her champagne flute. You snorted at her nickname for Loki nearly spilling champagne as you took a calculated sip. “Oh my god!”

“Nat! Please. Keep your voice down!”

“No one can hear me! It’s a loud party.”

“Yes, a party with superhuman beings who have superhuman hearing!”

“Good! Maybe he’ll make a move!” She said slightly louder, hoping to grab his attention.

“Shh! Shh! Keep it down!” you laughed as you tried to calm her. “He’s been making moves. But I think…I dropped the ball on this one.” You looked over to where Loki was standing, trying to see if he had caught anything that Nat was saying. He was standing proud, having a conversation with Steve. His long black coat fit him snugly while the fur lining of his collar accented his sharp jaw. His gloved hand squeezed tightly around the cane he was holding, making you wonder if he did hear Nat. God, to have that gloved hand wrapped around my neck.

“He’s staring at you.” You heard Nat whisper to your ear.

“What?!” you turned to Nat and then back to Loki quickly, meeting his stare. You were so caught up in imagining his hands that you missed his eyes on you.

You see Loki and Steve staring at both of you, saying things under hushed tones. “They’re probably looking at you,” you explained. “What’s the deal between you and Steve, anyway?” You changed the subject.  “How long has it been since you guys talked?”

“A while.”

“How long is a whi-”

“Listen, since I don’t have anyone to kiss either, why don’t we just kiss each other at midnight? Deal?”

You paused at her ability to change the subject. You gave her a knowing look but allowed her to escape your scrutiny. “Deal!” you sighed, giggling as you clinked your glasses again and took sips readying for round two.

Loki smirked as he listened to your entire conversation. Up until now, he’s been patiently waiting for you to come to him. Giving you compliments. Finding small but lingering ways to touch you. He didn’t know if his tactics were working until he overheard your conversation with Agent Romanoff. He was confident you returned his affections.

Nerves shot through his entire body. Excitement and anxiety all rolled into one giant emotion he could not define. Who knew that Barnes and Wilson’s advice would work? “Tell me, Rogers, what is this tradition you guys have about kissing each other at midnight?” Loki asked as he watched you and Romanoff.

Steve followed Loki’s stare and saw you and Natasha lounging and laughing over a bottle of champagne. He remembered how he and Nat kissed at midnight last year, promising each other to try. But ultimately failing after six months.

“It’s a stupid superstition that doesn’t mean anything,” Steve said bitterly. Loki gave him a look to continue. “It’s said that whoever you kiss at midnight, will be your sweetheart for the rest of the year. Or if you’re already in a relationship, make it stronger.”

“I see,” Loki said contemplatively.

“It’s just superstition, Loki, don’t buy into it.”

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to find my brother.” Loki excused himself, already putting together details of a plan in his head.

“Thor! Thor…” he said pulling him aside. “Did you know about this Midgardian tradition of kissing at midnight?”

“Yes! Jane and I planned on it when the hour strikes. Who will be your intended, dear brother?” Thor asked happily. Loki looked at him pointedly. “Oh! You got the priestess to agree to kiss you?! That’s wonderful news!”

“Not quite. I need your help.”

“Get Help?”

“NO! For Father’s sake, if you throw me across the room, I will END YOU!”

 “Alright, alright. I jest Loki. What can I do to help?”

“I’d like to kiss her at midnight, but too many people are vying for her attention. Too many variables. Too many options.”

“Don’t worry little brother, I’ve got this!”

Ten minutes before midnight, you can feel the buzz in the air as everyone scrambles to ring in the new year. You and Nat had graduated to the bar. Both of you nursing new flutes of prosecco.

Behind you, Thor rushes through the crowd looking for Steve. “Rogers, who are you kissing at midnight? Nat or Wanda?”

“Nat or Wanda? What do you mean?”

“Well, you have to kiss someone. Isn’t that your Midgardian tradition? And I figured you wouldn’t want to kiss Nat, I mean with your history and all…”

“Well, ya…” Steve rubbed the back of his neck, thinking about Thor’s proposition. “But what about Y/N?”

“Oh, Lady Y/N is kissing my brother.”

“Loki?! But, I…”

“Oh, I apologize. Did you want to kiss my brother instead?” Thor asked quickly. “I can look for him and change his mind. I didn’t know you had…”

“NO! No, I don’t. But, um…”

“Wonderful! So, Nat or Wanda?”

“I guess Wanda,” Steve shrugged. “Nat and I do have a history.”

“Perfect! I’ll let Wanda know.”

“Now hold on just a second…” Steve’s voice trailed away as Thor sprinted into the crowd. His eyes searched for the Scarlet Witch among the revelers and found her amidst a harem of men all rivaling for her attention.

“Wanda!” Thor shouted, frightening some of the men in the group. “Come. Steve says he wanted to kiss you at midnight!”

“I knew it! He couldn’t hide behind that shy act for long!” she said standing up and smoothing out her dress.

“Perfect! You should go to him right now, and make sure no one else claims him before you do.” Thor said. Wanda nodded with determination and marched her way over to Steve.

“Oh, come on Thor!” Wilson said behind him. “I was just about to ask her!” Thor turned to see Sam and Bucky amongst Wanda’s many admirers.

“Uh…you’re in luck, my dear friends. I know someone anxious to kiss you both.” Thor gleamed.

“Us both?” Bucky questioned. Thor pointed to where you and Natasha sat.

“Ooh, nice choice. But I doubt that Steve would actually like that.” Sam said.

“And I believe Y/N is already spoken for,” Bucky added, pointing to Loki walking in your direction.

“It is for Steve we do this!” Thor wrapped his bulging arms around each of their necks. “We all know how miserable both he and Natasha are right now. Make him a little jealous. Perhaps he’ll rise to the occasion and get back his true love.”

“His true love?” Sam questioned.

“For true love!” Thor repeated, squeezing their necks tighter.

“The things we do for our friends,” Bucky grumbled under his breath.

Meanwhile, Loki made his way to the bar where you and Nat were laughing. “Ladies,” he said in that low baritone of his. “I’m sorry to disrupt your merriment, but may I speak to you privately, Agent Romanoff?”

You and Nat exchanged glances as she raised her eyebrow. A smirk fell upon her red lips and that’s when you felt it. A sharp pang of jealousy that twisted a knife in your gut. You hoped that your smile was still plastered on your face. Lord knows Nat could spot a tell from a mile away and you weren’t as good at hiding it as she was.

Loki offered his hand and Nat took it, hopping off the barstool, hand in hand with the man you’ve been pining for. You waited till both their backs were to you when you turned back around to the bar and let your smile die.

“Can I get a shot of tequila!” you yelled to the bartender, holding up your hand. You watched as Loki led Nat to the middle of the room, his arm wrapped around her delicate waste. “Make it a double!” you said with a huff. The sight in front of you was too much to witness. You had accepted that you might not get to kiss Loki at all tonight, but to watch him kiss someone else would be devastating to you.

With nothing, and no one else, keeping you at the party you decided to leave. You ran from the party as quickly as possible with your head turned down, holding back tears and feelings of betrayal.

“Loki, I hope you’re not gonna ask me for a kiss at midnight. That’s a hard pass.” Nat started before he took her very far.

“No, my dear. I overheard your conversation earlier with our dear healer. I was hoping to alleviate your promise of kissing her at midnight by offering you an alternative.”

“What alternative?”

“Two, alternatives actually.” At this, Loki gently grabbed Natasha’s shoulder and spun her around to see Bucky and Sam by the DJ booth. Sam held his drink up to her in greeting, while Bucky just grinned.

“Two! Steve wouldn’t like this.”

“Roger’s is kissing the Witch tonight.” He pointed to where Steve and Wanda were talking. Jealousy burned inside Natasha. A quiet resolve cemented in her and she was set on making him pay for it. “But what about Y/N?”

“As I said, I plan to take charge of her kiss from midnight, and all her kisses thereafter,” Loki winked at her.

“Don’t play with her heart, Loki.”

“I should warn you of the same with your soldier, agent.” He bowed slightly as Nat sauntered her way over to the two soldiers waiting for her.

When Loki turned back towards the bar, his face had fallen realizing that you were no longer there. Panicked, he looked around and found a trail of your coat just as it disappeared inside the hotel. Loki looked at his watch- three minutes left. The crowd below started getting restless and the giant numbers on the large screen on top of the prismatic ball had started ticking down towards midnight.

“Darling, where are you going? The clock is about to strike.” Loki caught up to you at the elevators. You gulped at the sight of him coming towards you. Inside the lobby, the heat was almost suffocating, and Loki unbuttoned his coat to be less stifling. You watched as he removed his gloves, finger by finger, and stuffed them into his coat pocket. The action mesmerized you until you were face to face with him.

“Loki! Shouldn’t you be with Natasha right now?” You said as you looked up at the elevator numbers ticking by so slowly. You pushed the call button praying for the lift to come faster.

“She’s currently entertaining Thing 1 and Thing 2. If my memory of your conversation serves me correctly.” You stared at him in disbelief. You might have had too much to drink. But not enough to miss the implication of what that meant.

He knows. He overheard your conversation and he knows!

He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you towards him, leading you away from the elevators. Away from the notion of running.

His fingers were soft and warm as he cupped your cheek. “Since you’ve saved my life, I have plotted and asked several times for you to kiss me again, my angel. I will not ask again.” His lips were grazing your skin. The heat in his breath intoxicated you. You closed your eyes at the overwhelming sensation of being held by him.  “I told myself that the next time we kiss, it would be because you asked me to. Not out of any obligation. But because you want me. As much as I want you.”

Outside you could hear the deafening roar of people counting down from ten. It melded with the electric buzz going through your body being held so close by Loki. “But I truly can't resist you any longer. I have thought of nothing else since you kissed me that day on the field.”

“Loki…”

“Please ask me.” Three.

“What?” Two.

“Ask me to kiss you.” One.

“Kiss me Loki-” you barely said his name when his lips found yours and held on tight.  A slight whimper fell from your lips, and he reacted by holding you tighter against his body.

Your fingers were entwined in his hair, holding him close to you. You pulled away to catch your breath, and his lips followed yours—unsatisfied from the short amount of contact they had received.  

This kiss was different than the last. There wasn’t a threat of losing his life hanging over you. Instead, the urge was from longing and desire. There was fire and vigor in his lips. And you consumed him easily like a starved woman.

“Happy New Year, my dear,” Loki exhaled between kisses.

“Happy New Year,” you giggled holding him tight.

⬅️ Have Mercy (prequel)

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[prettygirl-gabi]

Cravings, Cramps, and Consequences

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball/ WNBA-Dallas Wings

Warnings: Period-related content, smut (pazzi), dominance/teasing dynamic, mood swings, voyeurism, soft aftercare

Summary:period mood swings leads to Paige and Azzi putting you in your place….

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I woke up already pissed off.

My stomach was cramping like my uterus was reenacting Gladiator, and the heating pad had gone cold sometime in the night.

I was sticky, sore, and emotional for no clear reason other than hormones.

I hated everything — the blanket tangled around my legs, the faint sunlight slipping through the curtains, the way my own name sounded when Paige gently whispered it in the morning.

“Hey, baby,” she murmured, brushing a kiss to my forehead. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a truck full of razors,” I grumbled, rolling away from her mouth. “And you smell like strawberries. It’s annoying.”

She blinked, surprised. “Uh… okay. I can brush my teeth?”

“Whatever,” I muttered, already regretting my tone but too grumpy to fix it.

Azzi peeked her head in a second later. “We’re making breakfast. You want pancakes or eggs?”

“Do I look like someone who wants to make decisions?” I snapped from under the blanket.

There was a pause. “Noted,” Azzi said calmly. “We’ll surprise you.”

When I finally dragged myself out of bed — 30 minutes, two cramps, and one angry trip to the bathroom later — I found them both at the kitchen counter, working in tandem like domestic goddesses.

Paige had flour on her cheek.

Azzi was cutting strawberries.

The audacity of them looking that peaceful made my eye twitch.

“Is there caffeine?” I asked, standing like a gremlin in the doorway.

Paige held up a mug gently. “Chai. Less harsh on your stomach—”

“I didn’t ask for a lecture,” I said, grabbing it anyway and taking a sip. It was perfect, of course, which somehow annoyed me more.

“Do you wanna eat in bed or—”

“I’ll sit. I’m not broken.”

“Didn’t say you were,” Azzi said, not looking up.

Paige slid a plate toward me. “We put extra syrup since you like—”

“Why is the butter cold?” I interrupted. “It’s not gonna spread.”

That time, neither of them answered. Just exchanged one of those subtle, silent looks — the ones that made me feel simultaneously guilty and defensive.

I knew I was being awful. I knew it. But I couldn’t stop it. Everything in me felt too tight, too raw. Even when Paige offered, “Wanna sit in my lap? I’ll rub your back,” I looked at her like she’d grown two heads.

“I’m not a toddler, Paige.”

Azzi snorted into her juice. Paige gave her a look, then turned back to me with annoying patience.

“Okay. So… no cuddles.”

“No. And don’t ask again.”

After breakfast, they tried again — gently, carefully, like I was a wild animal they didn’t want to spook.

“Wanna lie down for a bit?” Azzi asked as we settled onto the couch. “We could nap together.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not five. I don’t need a nap.”

“I meant more like—never mind,” she said, rubbing her temple.

Paige reached for the remote. “Maybe a movie? Something chill?”

I exhaled loudly, curling into a ball with my heating pad. “I don’t care. Pick whatever.”

There was a long beat of silence.

That was the moment I realized I had crossed the line from moody to spicy. Paige and Azzi didn’t argue. They didn’t snap. They just looked at each other with that subtle shared energy that said, Alright. Bet.

“You’ve been spicy all day,” Paige said lightly, plopping beside me on the couch.

���I’m bleeding. What’s your excuse?” I deadpanned.

Azzi laughed under her breath from the other side of the room. “Damn.”

“Okay,” Paige said, raising her brows. “Noted.”

I looked at her from the corner of my eye. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” she said slowly, “we love you… but you’ve been on one since like 9 a.m., and it might be time for some consequences.”

I blinked. “Consequences? What are you gonna do, ground me?”

Azzi wandered over, her hoodie sleeves pushed up, looking deceptively casual. But the glint in her eyes said otherwise.

Azzi dropped a kiss to the top of my head, voice deceptively sweet.

“No,” she said, “we’re just gonna give you a little reminder.”

Before I could even register what that meant, Paige was tugging gently at my wrist.

“Up,” she said, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes — not in a mean way, more like a warning cloaked in affection. “Let’s go.”

“What—where?”

Neither of them answered directly. Azzi just took the mug out of my hand and Paige was already guiding me toward the bedroom with calm insistence. When I stopped in the doorway, blinking in confusion, Azzi nodded toward the desk in the corner.

“Sit.”

I glanced between the two of them. “Why?”

“Because,” Paige said, crossing the room to pull the chair out slowly, “you’ve been bratty since sunrise, and since you clearly don’t need us today…” She motioned toward the chair. “You get to watch.”

My stomach flipped.

“You’re joking.”

Azzi smiled, too pleasant. “Nope. Blanket optional. Attitude not recommended.”

I huffed, arms folded tightly. “This is dramatic.”

“You are dramatic,” Paige countered, “but go on, keep pushing.”

I sat — mostly out of curiosity, but also because I knew the second I didn’t, they’d both double down. The chair was cold through my shorts, a little too upright. Distant. And that was the point.

Azzi leaned down, brushing her fingers under my chin. “Don’t pout. You’re still our girl.”

“Just not the one getting spoiled right now,” Paige added as she pulled Azzi toward the bed with that slow, knowing smile that made my stomach coil tighter than any cramp ever could.

I sat there, helpless in the corner, as they kissed slow and deep in the glow of the bedside lamp — and for once, I had no say in how this played out.

Paige gasped as Azzi’s hand slipped under her shirt, tweaking her nipple just before Paige dropped to her knees in front of me.

Her hands pushed Azzi’s legs apart, her mouth kissing up the inside of her thigh.

“Fuck, Princess,” Paige murmured.

“Missed how sweet you sound when you’re begging. Bet, y/n misses how wet she can get you,”

Azzi bit Paige’s neck lightly. “Let’s see how fast we can make her fold.”

They took each other apart. With me watching, helplessly.

Paige pinned Azzi’s wrists above her head as Paige with her free hand worked her strap in, slowly and deeply, Azzi’s legs wrapped around Paige’s waist.

I let out a groan, eyes fluttering, body aching for every touch they are giving each other.

“Feels good?” Paige whispered, trailing kisses down Azzi’s jaw.

She nodded helplessly. “Y-Yes—Paige —yes—”

Paige put the tip of her strap in, inching all the way in slowly but surely. They she pulled out just long enough for Azzi to whine about lack of fullness.

I barely had time to look away before Paige thrusts into Azzi, this time harder, deeper.

“Fuck—Paige —”

“Shh,” she said, kissing Azzi. “Take it. Baby show her what’s she’s missin.”

Paige took Azzi’s mouth, silencing her cries, while her fingers and played with her clit in tight, delicious circles.

Circles I wasn’t able to witness up close. Circles I wasn’t making to make her feel good.

At some point, they switch positions.

Paige held Azzi’s hips while

Slamming into her from behind, Azzi gasping as Paige’s strap hitting all the right spots.

Azzi arching her back but turns her head to face me with hooded eyes.

“You want it?” she teased.

I whimpered. Squeezing my thighs together tightly.

Paige’s grip tightened on Azzi’s hips. Then looks at me with an evil grin “She’s drooling.”

Azzi moaned. “Fuck, P, m’so full.”

I watched as Azzi moved her hips back on Paige’s strap as Paige reached around to rub her swollen, sensitive clit again.

I in that moment felt nothing but jealousy.

Cause I wanted to be Paige.

Or maybe I wanted to be Azzi.

In this moment I wanted both.

“Come on, baby,” Paige whispered. “Let go. Come all over me.”

And I watched her do so—harder than I ever seen before.

They collapsed into a tangle of limbs, sweat, and shaky breaths.

Once they’ve gathered composure Paige feet softly padding towards me with her had healed out.

“Mm, join us for cuddles.” She said pulling me up gently and tugging me to the bed with her.

I let out a sigh of content once I was sandwiched in between the both of them.

Azzi pulled me into her chest, kissing my forehead.

“I love you,” she whispered. “Even when you’re being cranky and mean.”

“I love you too,” I croaked.

Paige curled up behind me, her hand on my stomach, stroking softly.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered again.

Azzi kissed my shoulder. “We know. We’ll make it up to you once you’re in the clear for activities again.”

Eventually we fell asleep and had been for hours by the time I woke up.

I woke up warm — the good kind of warm. Not from a heating pad or cramps or internal chaos, but from the quiet, steady thrum of two bodies tucked close around mine.

Azzi’s arms were still wrapped around me from behind, her breath slow against the back of my neck. Paige’s hand rested low on my stomach, her fingers gently tracing lazy circles like she’d been doing it even in her sleep.

I blinked slowly, taking in the soft golden light of early evening filtering through the bedroom blinds. The sheets were kicked down to our waists. My head was resting on Azzi’s collarbone, Paige’s bare thigh tangled with mine.

And for the first time today, I didn’t feel like I was going to cry or bite someone.

Instead, I felt… clingy.

Like my body was still sore from cramp and my hormones were still doing the absolute most, but all I wanted now was to keep them close. Tangle up tighter. Maybe cry, but in a nice way this time.

Azzi stirred behind me. “You okay?” she murmured, voice low and a little gravelly from sleep.

I nodded, then turned my face into her skin. “Wanna do something with me.”

She kissed the top of my head without hesitation. “Anything.”

Paige hummed groggily, lifting her face from the pillow. “Mm… she better not be asking us to go outside.”

“No,” I said quickly, burrowing between them. “Just… bath. Please.”

Azzi was already sitting up, hair a sleepy mess. “Bath sounds good.”

“You just want an excuse to keep us naked longer,” Paige teased, but she was already stretching, her fuzzy robe slipping off one shoulder as she stood and started running the water.

By the time the tub was full, warm and steaming, I was practically glued to Azzi’s side. She stepped in first, settling down with a relaxed sigh before opening her arms for me to sink back against her. I fit there like I was meant to be, her thighs framing my hips as I settled in.

Paige slid in across from us, facing us, her legs brushing mine beneath the surface. Her cheeks were still a little pink from sleep, hair damp from the light mist clinging to the air. She looked like something out of a daydream. So did Azzi.

Azzi’s hands found my thighs underwater, her fingers pressing gentle circles into the tense muscles there. “Relax, baby,” she whispered. “Let us take care of you now.”

I exhaled slowly, the steam and the water and their presence washing over me all at once. Paige’s foot found mine beneath the surface, hooking around it lightly, grounding me.

Paige leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on her knees. “Still mad at us?”

I shook my head. “I wasn’t really mad. Just… hormonally unhinged.”

Azzi let out a soft laugh behind me, kissing my damp shoulder. “We know.”

“I didn’t mean to be such a brat,” I added quietly, letting my head fall back against Azzi’s shoulder.

“We like your bratty side sometimes,” Paige said with a smirk. “Gives us an excuse to remind you how much you love us.”

I rolled my eyes, but it was soft. “I never forget.”

“Still,” Azzi murmured, dragging her fingers gently down my legs under the water, “it’s nice to remind you you’re safe. Loved. No matter what mood you’re in.”

I felt it in my chest, heavy and warm — that truth, that anchor. I let the bath hold me up, let their love wrap around me like the steam.

Paige shifted forward slightly, cupping water in her hands and letting it run down over my knees. “We should do this every month. Like… period pampering ritual.”

“You’re just saying that because you like baths,” I mumbled.

Azzi smiled against my neck. “We like you.”

I closed my eyes.

This… this was exactly what I needed. Not just cuddles or kisses or a bath. But them. Steady. Present. Even when I pushed, even when I snapped, even when I sulked like the world had wronged me because strawberries existed and cramps were evil.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!💚💙

                             -prettygirl-gabi✨️💗

[phantomamour]

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧

senator!coriolanus snow x personal assistant fem!reader

cw// nothing! just some cute shorter fluff for a trope i adore

Coriolanus should start taking the amount of sticky notes you left around for him out of your paycheck. He contemplated that idea when he found another two on his desk that morning. You were often the first one into the office, a fact he was particularly proud of when other senators complained that their assistants weren’t working. You knew the way he preferred his papers sorted when he came in, and you always were sure to have his coffee sitting for ten minutes before he arrived, leaving it the perfect temperature for his first sip. Coriolanus thought about your relationship often; there was a certain domesticity to it. You knew him better than nearly anyone, and he desired to know you better despite knowing it could be inappropriate to ask the questions he wanted to. 

Your copy of yesterday’s meeting notes is being printed. A note on top of his stack of reports to read through.

Good morning, sir. A second note next to his coffee cup. Something akin to a smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he took the note into his hand, thumb rubbing over the dried ink before tucking it into a box in his desk. The box was nearly full of small notes; he’d have to get another. The coffee cup warmed his hand as he turned to look out the window, sipping in peaceful silence as the first sprinkles of spring rain set in over the Capital. The snow had cleared out early this year and had been replaced with a terrible chill and rain, but the sun returned when he turned to the sound of the door opening.

“Good morning, sir. Your meeting notes as promised. They’d have been here earlier if the new intern hadn’t tried to break the printer last night. I nearly broke my hand trying to unjam it,” you said as you set down the stack of papers precisely in the corner of his desk. He appreciated how much you respected his order of things.

“I assume your hand is intact?” 

“Yes, thank you. Your lunch with the Secretary of Communications is today, and you have a call with the Head Gamemaker at three. Besides that, I’ve tried to give you time to catch up on reports.” He nodded in response, taking in the sight of your winter clothes with a soft look in his eyes. 

“Thank you. Please ensure you get to lunch today. I would prefer not to find my assistant on the floor when she forgets to eat.” You smiled with a firm nod in return.

“Of course, sir. I’ll be outside if you need me.” A small part of him hated watching you walk away, the same part of him that he forced himself to ignore so fiercely. He noticed the color of your skirt, a deep red, and a part of him wondered if you matched his signature jacket on purpose. It wasn’t entirely unlikely; you often had something red on since your first week, and he knew it couldn’t have been a coincidence. 

When he left for lunch, he found your desk empty and a single note left atop your keyboard.

Enjoy your lunch. I’ll be here when you return. He picked up the note to tuck safely into his jacket pocket, another for his collection. He hadn’t realized how protective he’d be of your notes when you started working for him a year ago, but when he couldn’t find the heart to throw them away, it became a growing issue for the space in his desk. You’d never know, but the note you’d left him on your first day was framed and pristine in the back of one of his drawers. Maybe one day, he’d get the courage to display it on his shelf. 

As promised, you were there when he returned and greeted him with a smile that he swore lit up the room. 

“Good afternoon, sir. How was lunch?” your voice was gentle and caring, a comfort unlike anything he’d heard before.

“Productive. His assistant will be reaching out to set another next month. How was your lunch?” He did his best to ask about you even on his busiest days, and how your eyes shined when he did always made it worth it. You told him about the cafe you stopped into during your break from the office with the same smile that took the breath out of his lungs. 

“Their coffee is quite good as well. Perhaps I could bring you one tomorrow to see if you’d like it over the cafe I’ve been getting your coffee from recently.” There it was again. The care you showed him from the first day you entered the office, never once thinking of anyone else there but him. You were a shark when you wanted to be for him, ready to rearrange anyone else’s schedule for his benefit. But to him, you were nothing more than the perfect kind girl he couldn’t help but be grateful for hiring every day. He enjoyed the fire in your eyes when you’d ramble about one of the interns getting in the way of your job and when you triumphantly announced the success of a hard-to-plan meeting. He was entirely infatuated with you, frowned upon or not. 

His call with the Head Gamemaker ran later than expected, the sun setting in the background from the conference room he had stepped into with another senator to discuss plans for the following year’s games. When he came back to your desk empty, a certain melancholy settled deep in his chest. No note was left for him, an uncommon occurrence, and a slight frown pulled on his features before he stepped into his office to finish the day. He wasn’t upset at you; he had nearly forced you to leave the office on time plenty of times. But a voice in his head still begged you to be there when he was. 

A small box sat on his desk, centered perfectly amongst the papers you had clearly straightened for him before leaving. Tied together with a red bow, he sat down to inspect it closer. He imagined your hands tying it so neatly together, and his fingers brushed against the ribbon as if it could cure the ache in his chest that longed to touch your skin. Undoing the ribbon and setting it aside, he relished in the smile that washed over his face. A sticky note stared up at him from where he had taken off the top of the box.

Happy birthday, Mr. Snow. I hope you had a good day. I’ll see you tomorrow. You hadn’t spoken a word about the day. You were perfectly familiar with his disdain for celebration and refrained from the theatrics you knew would drive him crazy. But when you scouted out the new cafe at lunch, you couldn’t help purchasing one small cupcake, knowing he would never indulge in a whole slice of cake. Lightly iced and small enough for him not to deny the sweet treat, he tore off a piece of the cake and imagined your excitement in leaving the gift for him before you left. 

You didn’t have to voice how much you cared for him. It was clear as day, and it was something he swore never to take for granted.

[inkieun]

Pretty Mouth — Geum Seong Je x F!Reader

You get shoved into the bathroom by Seongje, the door slamming shut behind you—and before you can even catch your breath, the lock clicks into place. He stands there, blocking the only way out, eyes dark and unreadable. “You’re not leaving,” he says, voice low and dangerous, “not until we fix that mouth of yours.”

cw: dark!seongje, noncon, forced oral, hair pulling, blackmail, degradation. #MDNI!!

“Unbelievable. I get stuck volunteering because you idiots decided to pick a fight with Hyo-man? Seriously! what the hell were you thinking?” I muttered, collapsing next to Sieun and stealing a sip from his water. “Not our fault Hyo-min was practically begging to get his ass kicked,” Hyun-tak said around a mouthful of food. I rolled my eyes. “Right. Because violence is obviously the mature, rational response.”

“So,” I said, giving Sieun back his water, “what’s everyone’s thrilling weekend plans? Other than, you know, being stuck here volunteering because someone decided to throw hands in front of the our school.”

Sieun barely glanced up from his exam book. “Studying.”

Jun-tae nodded. “Me too. I’ve got cram school.."

“Wow,” I said dryly. “Living the dream.”

Hyun-tak leaned back, grinning. “Baku and I have basketball practice. Coach said if we skip, we’re out of the next game.”

“Yeah, and if you fight in your uniform again, you’ll be out of school,” I shot back. “Principal was two seconds from calling your parents.”

Baku rolled his eyes. “He always says that. We’ll just write an apology letter and scrub a few floors.”

“I can't believe I’m stuck here supervising you clowns,” I muttered. “Great. Just what I needed after the week I had.”

Hyun-tak tossed a chip in his mouth and shrugged. “Could be worse. You could be spending your Saturday crying over your test scores.”

“I’ll take tears over push-ups, thanks,” Jun-tae said, not looking up.

Baku cracked a smile. “Technically, your arms do get stronger during mock season. From flipping pages.”

“I’ll be right back,” I said, standing up and fixing my uniform. “Bathroom. Try not to burn the place down while I’m gone.”

“No promises,” Hyun-tak called after me, already reaching for the last piece of pizza.

“Where’s the bathroom again?” I muttered, glancing down the hallway. “Oh—here it is.”

I reached for the handle, but before I could push the door open, I felt a hand on my back. Firm. Then— A shove.

I stumbled forward, catching myself on the sink. The door slammed shut behind me.

My heart jumped. “What the hell—” I spun around. And froze.

“Seongje? What the fuck?!” I snapped, my voice bouncing off the bathroom tiles. “What are you doing here?”

He stood by the door, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but there was something off in his eyes.

“Relax,” he said, fixing his glasses. “I just wanted to talk.”

“By shoving me into a bathroom like some creep?”

“Well,” Seongje said, voice quiet but steady, “if this was the only way I could talk to you… then here we are.”

I stood frozen near the sink, the chill of the tile seeping through my shoes. He hadn’t moved from the door. Blocking it.

My throat felt dry. “Well, what the fuck do you what?”

“Why are you hanging out with Baku and his little squad?” he asked, ignoring the question. His gaze darkened.

“You should stay away from them. For your own good.”

Something in his tone like a threat.

My pulse picked up. I tried to keep my voice even. “Seongje, please leave me alone.”

His lips twitched. “I’m just trying to warn you.”

“Okay.” I asked, forcing a weak laugh.

His jaw clenched. For a moment, he didn’t answer. Just looked at me. And in that silence, something cold crept up my spine.

I took a cautious step toward the exit, heart pounding, but Seongje’s body blocked the way.

“Seongje,” I said slowly, “move.”

He didn’t.

“Seongje,” I said, more firmly this time. “Move.”

His eyes didn’t leave mine.

I stepped forward, trying to brush past him, but the second I did His hands shot out and grabbed my upper arms.

“Seongje!”

I barely got the word out before he shoved me back.

My body hit the cold metal of the stall door with a thud, sharp and sudden.

Pain bloomed along my shoulder blade, breath knocked from my lungs as he forced the door open, pushed me inside, and slammed it shut behind us.

Click.

The lock slid into place.

My heart dropped.

His fingers locked around my jaw tight, tilting my face up to him. The pressure hurt just enough to make my breath hitch.

“God, I can’t wait to ruin this mouth of yours,” Seongje growled, his words hot against my lips.

He shoved my jaw away like I was nothing but a toy he intended to break in. And as my head snapped slightly to the side, a tremor rolled through me, fear.

I heard the metallic clink before I saw it. His belt coming undone, slow and deliberate.

Then he unzipped.

His cock was already thick in his hand, flushed and hard, veins standing out as he stroked himself like he was savoring the wait.

“Open,” he said, voice low and wicked.

I shook my head in refusal, but he grabbed my hair and pulled so hard, I couldn’t stop the scream that tore from my throat.

And then he was in my mouth.

He filled my mouth—thick, hot, overwhelming. Salt, skin, and unfiltered male heat hit my throat so hard I gagged, eyes watering.

“That’s it,” Seongje hissed. “You sound better like this.”

He didn’t thrust not yet but I could feel him pulsing as he fed more of himself into me, slow but deliberate, watching the way my lips stretched around him.

“Look at you,” he murmured, almost sweet mocking and fond all at once. “All that fire… all that attitude… and now you’re drooling on my cock like you were made for it.”

My eyes watered, I tried pulling away. He pulled back slightly, thumb brushing my bottom lip, slick with spit. “God, I love watching you try to take it. Messy little thing.” I whimpered.

“Oh, you like that?” he breathed. “You like being used like this? Thought you were going to be a fight. Thought I’d have to break you first.”

His fingers tightened in my hair.

“But look at you now. You’re fucking melting for it.” His grip in my hair turned brutal.

“Fuck—don’t move,” Seongje snarled through gritted teeth, dragging my head back just enough to make my neck strain, to remind me I wasn’t in control.

Then he pulled out, fast, with a gasp that was more growl than breath.

And in the next second something hot and filthy, his cum splattered across my face.

I gasped.

He held my hair tight, forcing me to look up at him.

“Open wider,” he said darkly, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t fucking wipe it off.”

Fear rooted me to the spot so I did as I was told.

My lips parted, my breathing shallow, the weight of what I’d just done crushing and fulling me with shame.

Then I saw the glint of his phone.

Click.

My body went cold.

“Seongje, what the fuck are you doing—delete that right now! You can’t—”

“Shut up.” His tone was flat. Razor-sharp. “You think you get to fuck around with that little pretty-boy, Baku, and not pay for it?”

He angled the screen toward me to see my own image staring back. Mascara smudged. Mouth open.

“You belong to me now,” he said. Calm. Cruel. “And if I see you near him again—hell, if I even hear his name in your breath,this photo goes to every inbox at your school.”

I stared at him, heart hammering, mouth still open. Cum still drying on my face

“You’re sick,” I whispered.

He crouched in front of me, lips brushing my ear.

“Yes” he murmured, dragging his fingers slowly down my throat. “For you.” He stood, zipping up with a smile on his face.

“Clean yourself up,” he said without looking back. “And remember if I see you hanging around Baku again the whole fucking world is gonna see what a filthy little whore you really are.”

“And if that isn’t enough to keep you obedient,” he murmured, his voice dropping to something silkier—sicker, “maybe next time… I’ll bring Baekjin.”

My breath caught.

“See how well that filthy mouth of yours does with two of us.” He let the threat hang in the air like smoke, then left without waiting for a response.

fin

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[sapphicandgraphic]

Sick As A Dog—Chapter 1

Synopsis: You’re a dog walker. When your favorite clients notice you’re not feeling well, they insist on taking care of you.

Chapter: 1/?

Warnings: Sick!fic, lots of hurt/comfort fluff in the beginning, protective Natasha, protective Wanda, maybe things get sexy later? (Who are we kidding, they absolutely will. Mommy Wanda, Daddy Natasha, anyone?)

Your alarm clock was blaring when you woke up. You blinked slowly, groggily, the last tendrils of sleep refusing to abate. You glanced at the time and swore softly, realizing you’d overslept.

As soon as you were upright, a searing pain shot through your head. You winced, reaching for a glass of water. You took a few gulps, registering more pain as you swallowed. A sore throat.

“Oh no,” you groaned, scrubbing a tired hand over your face. You’d gone to bed early last night, hoping to curtail the symptoms you’d been stubbornly ignoring for the past few days. Clearly that strategy hadn’t worked. Now you’d have to pay the price.

You dragged yourself upright, wandering into the kitchen to make a quick cup of coffee. Yelena was sitting at the island, scrolling on her laptop.

“I’m late!” Your voice was hoarse, raspy. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

The blonde barely looked up from her inbox. “Why do you sound like the crypt keeper?”

You laughed, but this quickly dissolved into a dry, wheezing cough. Yelena frowned, fixing you with a perturbed look.

“You’re sick,” she said.

You shook your head. “I can’t be sick.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re a dog walker, not a heart surgeon. You can take the day off.”

You snagged a protein shake from the fridge, choking down a few sips.

Yelena grimaced. “Seriously, go to the doctor.”

“I’ll be fine,” you insisted.

Your roommate muttered something in Russian. “Whatever. Just don’t die ok? I can’t afford this place without your half of the rent.”

You knew her well enough to recognize this blunt directive as her version of affection. Yelena was actually a big softie, once you got past the very rough exterior.

You’d met at a bar playing darts a few years ago, drinking everyone else under the table. By the end of the night, it was settled. Kindred spirits like that only come along every so often.

“If you want the rent money, I have to walk the dogs. See how that works? We can’t all be BitCoin miners or whatever the hell it is you do.”

She gave you the finger. You blew her a kiss and walked out the door. In truth you had no idea how Yelena made her money. It had something to do with finance, maybe crypto? Your eyes glazed over whenever she tried to explain.

The sky was threatening rain when you hopped on your bicycle and began the journey into Manhattan. The clouds opened up and started pouring just as you arrived at your first client’s house.

“Come on, Pepper,” you said, coaxing the ornery Pomeranian into her rain gear. “Let’s get this over with.”

By midday your symptoms had worsened. The dull ache that started in your chest slowly spread to your shoulders and back. The wet chill of the day seeped into your bones as you stomped up and down the streets of the city, soaking your rain coat, slicking your hair to your forehead.

Most of the time, you loved your job. Being outside, running around with dogs. But today was proving to be brutal. By the time you finished your last walk, you could barely see straight. You unclipped Oscar’s lead in the entryway of the massive brownstone, shutting the front door and leaning against it heavily.

The Rottie mix bounded into the living room, straight to his toy box, and brought you the squeaky plush raccoon—his favorite—depositing it at your feet like an offering. When you didn’t pick it up immediately, he nudged it closer with his nose and whined.

Despite the pain radiating through your body, you chuckled, shaking your head. “Not right now, bud.” Your voice was low, hoarse. His big square head tilted to the side in confusion.

You grabbed a towel from the hall closet, then knelt beside Oscar, removing his raincoat and wiping the mud off his paw pads. He waited patiently, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.

“There ya go,” you said, dismissing him with a weary pat. You groaned, pushing yourself off the floor. Just that simple action required almost all your strength. Your head felt like it was full of concrete.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket. You checked the message blearily, realizing there were several of them. All from Yelena.

10:20am

Text me when you finish your route.

11:42am

And take the train home, you can’t bike in this weather.

2:15pm

Are you alive?

3:30pm

Hello????

You were about to reply when Oscar barked impatiently. He had trotted into the kitchen and was waiting to be fed.

You sighed, slipping your phone back into your pocket. You just had to finish up here, then you could head home and collapse into your bed. Take the weekend to recover. This was the mantra you’d been repeating to yourself all day. Now you were in the final stretch, you could see the light at the end of the tunnel.

But you felt so achy. And your mind kept wandering, losing track of what you were doing. You glanced into the living room longingly. What if you just laid down on the sofa for 10 minutes? Surely Wanda and Nat wouldn’t mind.

They were your favorite clients, after all. Practically family, considering Yelena was Nat’s sister. You had attended dinners and parties in their home before. Maybe it would be totally acceptable to crash out on their expensive, luxurious sofa…

A roll of thunder overhead snapped you back to reality.

“Feed the dog,” you sighed, worried your foggy brain would forget if you didn’t say it out loud.

You slipped off your muddy boots, then padded down the hallway. You made it to the kitchen feeling out of breath. Leaning over to grab Oscar’s food and water bowls, the world suddenly tilted sideways.

“Whoa,” you muttered, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter.

Oscar barked once, twice.

“It’s okay,” you said, trying to soothe him even as your vision swam. He turned and bounded out of the room.

You closed your eyes, then reached for the bowls again. This time you managed to set them on the counter. Mission half-way accomplished. Slowly you breathed in, willing the room to stop spinning.

The unexpected sound of footsteps on the staircase roused you from your stupor. You heard Wanda saying your name, a fact that would have startled you under normal circumstances. After all, the house had been empty when you arrived. But all your senses were dulled.

“Is that you?” She called. “I’m glad I caught you, there’s leftovers in the fridge and Nat wanted me to make sure you took them home.”

She was walking down the hall, Oscar trailing behind, and you dimly realized you should say something. But before you could form a coherent sentence, she paused.

“Sweetheart?” Her voice was different now—uncertain, confused.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you called, trying to sound normal, trying to muster the strength to stand upright as you leaned heavily on the counter for support. “In here.”

Wanda rounded the corner, carefully scanning the kitchen. When she finally saw you hunched by the sink, she stilled.

“Hey, Wanda,” you said with a little wave. You tried to smile. “Sorry, I was just…”

You trailed off, losing the plot mid-sentence. Even at full strength, you would have found the sight of the other woman distracting. But given the state you were in, you stood practically no chance. She was wearing a loose denim shirt with both sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Her hair was pinned back, and she had a pair of reading glasses perched on her head. You realized you were staring and closed your mouth, looking away as an intense shiver wracked your body. Wanda’s eyes narrowed. You gestured weakly to the dog bowls on the counter in front of you.

“Just about to feed Oscar,” you finished, hoping you didn’t sound as miserable as you felt.

Wanda watched as you struggled to push yourself upright. You took a few unsteady steps toward the pantry where they kept the dog food, then swayed like you might fall. The other woman stepped toward you instantly, catching you around the waist. She could feel how hot you were through your shirt.

“Let me do that,” she said. “You sit down, before you fall down.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but she was gone before you could get the words out. You sank onto the nearby barstool, legs feeling like jello.

As soon as you were down, you worried you wouldn’t be able to get back up. It felt so good to be off your feet.

When Wanda reappeared, she was still looking at you with the same expression as before—suspicion edging toward concern. But she knew you well enough to guess that outright fussing would be met with resistance. You were private. And you had a stubbornly independent streak. She’d have to play this one carefully to avoid scaring you off.

“Long day?” She asked.

“I’m fine,” you said mechanically. “Just tired.”

She set Oscar’s bowls on the floor, then fixed you with a glare.

“You don’t look fine.”

“Well, I am,” you argued. “Perfectly fine.”

That earned you a small smile. She shook her head, took a deep breath like you were trying her last shred of patience.

“Prove it,” she said.

You scrunched your face up in confusion. Wanda tried very hard not to find this adorable.

“If you’re fine, prove it,” she elaborated, speaking slowly so your fuzzy brain could follow along.

“How?” You whined, rolling your eyes.

“A minute ago you it seemed like you couldn’t even pick up Oscar’s food bowls,” she shrugged. “So, show me something that a ‘perfectly fine’ person could do.”

“Or what?” You said, trying to buy yourself some time.

She sauntered toward you. “You’re not leaving this house,” she said slowly, enunciating each word. “Until I’m satisfied that you’re okay.”

A ripple of defiance propelled you off the barstool. As soon as you were standing, black dots gathered at the corners of your vision. You ignored these, taking a step forward. Then another. And another. You were almost in the hallway. It would have been a very impressive exit if you had managed to stay upright.

From faraway you heard Wanda cry out, her voice muted by the fuzzy ringing in your ears. The next thing you knew, you were on your back, looking up at the kitchen skylights.

Wanda dropped to her knees beside you. She called your name, brushing your hair back and feeling your forehead. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy.

“See,” you said, slurring slightly. “Perfectly fine.”

She didn’t laugh.

“You have a fever,” she said, words clipped. “How long have you felt like this?”

You shrugged. “Few days.”

“Days,” Wanda repeated faintly, trying to quell her outrage. Something about the flash of anger in her voice made you recoil.

“Don’t be mad,” you said, feeling pathetic.

She softened instantly, schooling her face into something gentle.

“I’m not mad, milaya,” she rasped. “Just worried.”

You opened your mouth to protest, to say there was no reason to be worried, just as another violent shiver wracked your body. Your teeth chattered.

“You and Nat,” she murmured, tracing her thumb across your cheek. “Refusing to admit you’re not invincible.”

You looked away. With sudden horror, you realized you were close to tears. Thankfully, Oscar reappeared in the room just then. He ran to your side, licking your face and furiously wagging his tail.

“Honey, I’m home!” A familiar voice called from the entryway.

“Speak of the devil,” Wanda breathed, and you could see the relief in her eyes. Now that they outnumbered you, maybe you’d listen to reason.

“Hey, did Yelena call you? She left me a weird voicemail,” Natasha said. There was a soft clatter as she placed her keys in the ceramic bowl by the door. “She’s worried about our little wolf -“

“In here, Nat,” Wanda said impatiently. “Need your help.”

Little wolf? Before you had time to question it, Natasha appeared, looking devastating as always in a fitted suit. She had clearly come straight from the office. Her smile vanished as she entered the kitchen.

“What happened?” She demanded, skidding across the tile. “Are you okay?”

“No,” Wanda said, just as you said “Yes.”

Natasha looked between the two of you, confused.

“She fainted,” Wanda explained, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I didn’t faint,” you grumbled, insulted by the prissy word. “Just got dizzy.”

Wanda and Natasha ignored you.

“Should we take her to urgent care?”

You groaned, horrified by that idea. You rolled sideways, trying to push yourself up off the floor. Natasha laid a hand on your chest. When you kept struggling, she reached over and pulled you firmly into her lap, anchoring you in place.

“Stay,” she said, her voice a stern rumble.

Natasha had a soft spot for you. Wanda had teased her about it at first. But as you became a more regular fixture in their lives, Wanda found herself feeling the same way—terribly fond, overly protective, almost possessive. And seeing you like this had them both in overdrive.

Natasha pressed the back of her hand to your forehead, eyes widening in alarm. “You’re burning up.”

“I’m fine,” you repeated, voice cracking with exhaustion. “Just tired. Need to sleep it off.”

Wanda stilled, tilting her head to one side.

“I…agree,” she said, giving Natasha a significant look.

You frowned, trying to follow the unspoken conversation they seemed to be having above you.

There was a loud clap of thunder outside. The noise seemed to settle things for Nat. She nodded, acting like a gavel had been struck, a decision reached.

“You hear that?” Natasha said. “Bad storm. Why don’t you stay for dinner? Once you’ve had a hot bath and a home-cooked meal, we’ll send you on your way. Deal?”

“You don’t have to do all that,” you objected, even as you curled slightly closer to Natasha, seeking her body heat. She ran an absent hand over your back, rubbing big soothing circles.

It was Wanda who spoke next. “We want to.”

You looked back and forth between their faces then heaved a sigh, suddenly too tired to argue anymore.

“Okay,” you said, voice small.

Wanda smiled, victorious. “I’m making stew! Something hearty, restorative. There will be potatoes and broth and—”

“Ok, babushka,” Natasha teased. “Your old country is showing.”

Wanda scowled, then stuck her tongue out, turning toward the cabinet to retrieve several pots and pans. The next second, Nat was helping you to your feet. She watched you carefully, troubled by how unsteady you seemed.

“Do you mind if I just…?”

She didn’t wait for an answer before scooping you into her strong arms. “Hey!” You cried, surprised. But a few seconds later you relaxed against her, eyes slipping closed as she carried you down the hall, then turned and started climbing the stairs.

“When’s the last time you ate anything?” She murmured against your hair.

You shrugged.

Her eyes narrowed. “Bad girl.”

The words made your breath catch. You buried your face in her shoulder, trying to hide flushed cheeks that had nothing to do with your fever.

Get it together, perv. Natasha and Wanda were trying to do something nice for you. Were they absurdly hot? Sure. Had you entertained an idle daydream or two about what it might be like to kiss them both? Of course. But that was no excuse for reacting like a horny teenager.

Natasha opened the door to one of the large bedrooms and set you down gently beside the bed. You thought she might leave, but then she walked into an en-suite bathroom and you heard the sound of running water.

“There are fresh towels and robes in here,” she called. “Can you get undressed or do you need help?”

You swallowed around a sudden lump in your throat. “I’m okay, thanks.”

She reappeared, smiling softly. “Do you mind if I stay? I don’t want to leave you alone. In case you pass out again, or slip, or…”

You gave her a tired smile. “You faint one lousy time and suddenly nobody trusts you.”

Natasha snorted, then turned and faced the wall for propriety’s sake. With shaky hands you began unbuttoning your pants.

“Yelena called me,” Nat said after a few moments. “She’s worried about you.”

You sighed. “Seems like there’s a lot of that going around today.”

Although you couldn’t see her face, you could hear the frown in her voice. “We care about you,” she said. “Is that so bad?”

You pulled your shirt over your head with a small grunt of pain. Natasha glanced back instinctively, catching a glimpse of your exposed stomach and toned abs, the low-cut sports bra showing off your curves. She sucked in a breath, feeling that inconvenient flutter again. It would help if you weren’t so pretty, she thought. Then she quickly turned around before you saw her peeking.

“Sorry,” you said, tossing the shirt on the floor. “I’m not very good at this.”

Natasha stilled, hearing the emotion in your voice. “At what?”

You gestured vaguely at the space between you.

“Making people worry,” you sighed. Again, tears suddenly pricked the corners of your eyes. It was a testament to how rundown you were, all these emotions roiling so close to the surface. Natasha heard the way your breathing changed, became ragged.

She said your name so softly it made your chest ache.

“Can I turn around?” She asked.

You crossed your arms, feeling exposed in just your bra and boxers. But you gave her permission anyway. You trusted her.

“Sorry,” you said, hitching on the word. “Just makes me feel like…a burden, an inconvenience.”

Natasha stepped toward you, enveloping you in a warm hug. “You don’t have anything to apologize for, detka,” she murmured. “And you could never be a burden to us. It’s okay to let people take care of you when you don’t feel good.”

You sagged against her. “Kay.”

You might have let her go on holding you all night. But then your stomach growled, and she chuckled.

“Come on,” she said, lips quirking up in a gentle smile. “Don’t want the water to get cold.”

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[mariesdolls]

Dangerous Obsession

warning : public sex, car sex , squirting, female&male giving & receiving, dirty talk. fluff + smut mdni.

Genre : smut & fluff a bit of angst

The first time you met Hwang Jun-ho, you knew two things about him: he was the best bodyguard money could buy, and he had no patience for people like you.

You weren’t royalty, but you might as well have been. Being the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the country meant your life wasn’t your own. It belonged to security teams, political expectations, and a father who measured love in protection, not affection. And now, it belonged to Hwang Jun-ho—a man who looked at you like you were the most frustrating part of his day.

His sharp gaze assessed you from the doorway of your father’s estate, where he’d just been introduced as your new bodyguard. He was tall, lean, and deadly in the way only men like him could be. Trained, disciplined, dangerous. A man who never smiled, at least not in your direction.

“Miss,” he greeted, his voice clipped.

You arched a brow. “No first names? Not even a ‘nice to meet you’?”

His lips twitched, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to your father, awaiting instructions.

Yeah. This was going to be fun.

The first week was tense. Jun-ho didn’t just watch over you; he studied you. Every move you made, every glance you threw his way, he cataloged with unnerving precision. You tested him in small ways—walking slightly ahead to see if he’d speed up, lingering too long in certain places just to see if he’d get impatient. He never did.

One evening, you attended a gala hosted by your father’s associates. You wore a backless gown that shimmered under the chandelier lights, the kind that turned heads. Including his. For the first time since he’d been assigned to you, you saw something flicker in Jun-ho’s eyes—something dark, something dangerous.

He recovered quickly, standing rigid by your side as you sipped your champagne.

"You're staring," you murmured over the rim of your glass.

"Your dress is impractical," he replied coolly.

"It wasn’t meant for practicality."

His jaw tightened. "It certainly wasn’t meant for security."

You smiled. "Relax, Mr. Hwang. No one’s going to kill me at a party."

"That’s what they all think. Until they do."

The way he said it sent a chill down your spine.

Every day was a battle of wills. You pushed; he resisted. You tested; he remained unshaken.

One afternoon, you ditched your assigned schedule and slipped out through the back entrance of the estate. It was a game to you, seeing how long it would take before Jun-ho found you. You made it three blocks before you heard the unmistakable sound of his footsteps behind you.

"Going somewhere?" His voice was calm, but his eyes held a storm.

You turned, smiling sweetly. "Just for a walk."

His jaw tensed. "You know that’s not how this works."

"I don’t recall asking for a babysitter."

"Too bad. You got one anyway."

Before you could argue, he closed the distance between you, standing so close you could feel the heat of his body.

"Try that again," he warned, "and you won’t like what happens next."

A slow grin spread across your lips. "Careful, Mr. Hwang, or I’ll think you actually like me."

His mouth curled into a grin. “Darling, we’re way beyond like.”

Your breath hitched, but you refused to let him see the effect he had on you. He was a bodyguard, and you were his job. That was all. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Tension coiled between you in the weeks that followed. It was in the way his eyes lingered when he thought you weren’t looking, the way his fingers brushed against your lower back as he guided you through a crowd. He was careful, so careful, but the cracks were beginning to show.

One night, you were caught in a press ambush outside a charity event. Flashing lights, shouting voices, the frenzy of people pressing in too close. Jun-ho’s hand found your waist, firm and steady, as he maneuvered you into the car. But he didn’t let go, even when the doors shut and you were alone.

For a moment, you just breathed.

Then he realized his mistake and pulled away like he’d been burned.

"You okay?" he asked, voice rough.

You exhaled slowly, meeting his gaze. "You tell me."

His fingers curled into fists, tension radiating from his frame.

The first time Jun-ho touched you without the excuse of protection, it wasn’t soft. It was possessive, desperate, wrong. And you let him. you started at him for so long to the point that he indulged in your games

A muscle in his jaw ticked. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I think you like it.”

His eyes darkened. "well then..." You barely had time to catch your breath before he had you pinned you , his hand curling around the back of your neck while his thumb grazed your lip.

“ you're Mine to fight with. Mine to protect. Mine to fuck.” His voice dropped to a rasp. “Mine to love.”

After he said things shifted between the two of you including the position you guys are in because before you knew it you found yourself being eaten out by him..

“i-i don’t wanna mess up the car, Jun-ho,” you grit your teeth, because you’re worried about soaking the leather.

Jun-ho murmurs, voice hushed against your inner thighs. “seats are waterproof, did it myself.”

“trust me, sweetheart. just relax, and enjoy yourself.” Jun-ho's reassurance has your limbs loosening, once racing mind finally slowing down. his large fingers push inside you, and all you can do is whine his name.

 he ate you out, you squirted all over the place. when he’d practically ripped off your skirt and panties after you finished playing your games, you realized what could happen. the seats are leather, in pristine condition. you wouldn’t want to destroy them by squirting all over, right?

“squirt all over me, and the car.” Jun-ho demands, lightly slapping your fluttering pussy.

you moan, pushing a hand into his unbound hair and pulling as you push his face into your pussy. your heart’s pounding in your ears when he moans into you, fingers curling deep as he sucks your clit roughly.

“Jun-ho, harder!”

Jun-ho obliges, scalp tingling from how hard you’re yanking on his hair. his free hand rests on your thigh, tensing slightly as he keeps your trembling legs open.

the car is warm, and you feel dizzy as your orgasm builds beneath his harsh tongue. your tits jolt when your back straightens, white hot pleasure zapping through you like lightning. Jun-ho stops curling his fingers against your g-spot, and starts to scissor them in and out of you.

“Jun-ho!” you squeal above the squelching, wet sounds of your fluttering pussy, “mmmh, i think ‘m gonna—”

“do it for me, baby,” Jun-ho groans, looking up at you from where he’s positioned himself at your pussy.

all you can do is moan, head falling back when the tension and pressure inside you finally reaches its limit. liquid gushes out of you, spraying all over Jun-ho's face and dampening his hair, along with the leather of the seats around you.

your chest heaves as your eyes open, gasping at the sight before you. your boyfriend and his seats are covered in your squirt, and he’s leaning towards your pussy again to lick up the mess.

“mm mm,” Jun-ho’s fingers traced down your arm, slow and deliberate, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His eyes searched yours , hesitation warring with something deeper, something darker.

"Perhaps…" His voice was barely audible, roughened with restraint. His touch skimmed down your neck and over the curve of your shoulder. you felt goosebumps all over your body "I was always meant to find my way to you." you

His words sent a thrill through you, dangerous and intoxicating. You barely had time to process them before his lips ghosted over yours again, lingering just long enough to make you ache. “Forget a skipped beat. My heart skipped a whole song. If it skips any more, it’ll have no playlist left.”

Jun-ho’s laugh was quiet, almost disbelieving. “Then I guess we better make every song count.”

And then he kissed you—fully, desperately, like he had nothing left to lose. Like you were his rule to break, his sin to commit.

Like you were his.

The next morning, everything was different. You were different. The quiet between you was uncomfortable. It wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy, thick with unsaid words and unresolved feelings. You didn’t know how to look at him anymore, how to talk to him like it hadn’t happened. Like he hadn’t ruined you with just a kiss.

You couldn’t focus. You couldn’t think.

Later, after a tense silence, you found yourself in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, staring at the steam rising from the mug. Your phone buzzed with a text. It was from one of your best friends—Joo-ri. She had no idea what had been happening, no idea about the man who had been messing with your heart and your head. But you needed to talk to someone, and she was the only person you trusted.

“Let’s meet up,” the message read.

You sat across from her at a small café, the city’s bustle muffled by the quiet comfort of the café. Joo-ri sipped her coffee, watching you carefully as you fidgeted with your cup.

“What’s going on with you?” she asked, her voice soft but probing. “You’ve been off lately.”

You shrugged, taking a sip of your own drink to avoid meeting her gaze. “I don’t know. Just… things.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Things? Don’t give me that vague crap. You look like you’ve been run over by a truck. What happened?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The words felt stuck, like they were too heavy to be said aloud. Instead, you tried to change the subject.

“You know Jun-ho, right?” you finally asked.

Joo-ri’s eyes lit up. “Oh yeah, he’s hot.”

“He’s also my bodyguard,” you said flatly, taking another drink, avoiding her gaze.

She smirked, leaning in a little. “You two have been spending a lot of time together. He’s definitely good-looking, but… he’s kinda old.”

You laughed, the sound coming out a little more strained than you wanted it to. “He’s not that old. Besides, I love older men.”

Joo-ri’s eyes widened. “SAMEEEE!” she practically squealed.

You rolled your eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. But then, Hye-jin, your other friend, chimed in from the corner, her voice full of mock disapproval.

“You guys are hopeless.”

And just like that, the weight of everything you were feeling shifted for a moment. It was nice to laugh, even if it was just for a little while.

But when the day ended, the storm within you raged again. The emotional distance you had with Jun-ho became harder to ignore. There was too much heat between you, too much desire, and the forbidden nature of it was suffocating.

Later that evening, when you were alone again in the mansion, you found yourself face to face with him in the hallway. His gaze locked onto yours, and for a moment, the world fell away. His words from earlier came rushing back—how he had claimed you, how he had kissed you like you were his. How you had let him.

You couldn’t stay away anymore.

“Jun-ho, I’m sorry, we can’t do this,” your voice trembled, the words catching in your throat. You took a step back, trying to distance yourself from him, as if that would make the pain go away. “This isn’t right, and besides…” You paused, your breath hitching, a lump forming in your throat. “I’m hard to love. I can’t promise you anything. I can’t even promise myself anything.”

Your eyes welled up, tears threatening to spill, and you fought them back with every ounce of strength you had. The emotion was too much.

Jun-ho’s gaze softened, but he didn’t move. He didn’t try to stop you. His silence was more painful than any words could have been, but you couldn't bring yourself to face him any longer.

“I don’t want you to make promises you can’t keep,” he said, his voice low, tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to walk away.”

Tears finally escaped, streaking down your face, betraying your resolve. You wiped them away angrily, unable to control the flood of emotions that seemed to overwhelm you every time he got too close.

Jun-ho’s expression faltered for just a second, and it was then that you realized something—he wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’m sorry someone let you believe you were hard to love, because, Darling, it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done,” Jun-ho said, his voice low but full of emotion. His eyes softened in a way you hadn’t seen before.

You blinked, feeling something twist inside you.

“Jun-ho…” you whispered.

He stepped closer, his fingers brushing the side of your face gently. “You think you’re hard to love? You’re not. You’re just scared. But I’ll never hurt you.”

The tension between you was unbearable, but this time, you didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned in slightly, giving him the unspoken permission he was waiting for.

“I’ll only kiss you when you ask me to. When you're breathless with how much you need me to kiss you. Then, and only then, will I kiss you,” Jun-ho teased, his lips hovering close to yours.

Your heart pounded in your chest. The air between you was thick with promise, and you knew, deep down, that you were both dangerously close to crossing a line you couldn’t come back from. But you wanted it. You needed it.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of everything you had been avoiding.

And then, he kissed you.

The world didn’t matter anymore.

a/n : can u tell I'm shit at writing angst? id rather jump off a building than write it but I had to for the sake of the story.

[perfectyeager]

work wife | r.braun.

reiner braun x fem!reader

!!: cheating (im sorry), heaaaaaavy smut, vaginal sex, sex at work (taking nsfw literally), oral male receiving, use of the word ‘sir’ a lot, slight public sex? but not rlly, creampie (oops), fingering, boss!reiner and secretary!reader, dirty talk, swearing!

“Good-morning, Mr.Braun.”

Your sickly sweet voice sent chills down Reiner’s spine as you sat, perfect posture with a disgustingly beautiful smile on your perfect face, at your secretary desk right outside his office.

He smiled down at you, swallowing thickly as his perverted eyes landed down your white button-up shirt to your cleavage, “Morning,” He managed to force out as he quickly sped into his office, practically slamming the door behind himself.

He let out a shaky breath as he swallowed yet again, attempting to coat his obviously dry throat. He placed his black briefcase on his large Oak desk, and planting himself abruptly onto his enlarged leather chair. He sighed loudly as he rubbed his tired eyes, the image of your perfect smile imprinted in his brain as he pulled his laptop out of his briefcase.

The rest of the morning was quiet as usual, Reiner occasionally taking a five minute break to peer out his massive office windows, displaying the bustling streets of New York, while he sipped his coffee. He loved this job—being a CEO at a tech company wasn’t easy, but was definitely fulfilling. It had its downs, but had many more perks.

Knock, knock, knock..

“Sir?”

Ah, the number one perk.

“Come in.”

The door creaked open loudly as your figure appeared in the doorway, a small smile on your face as you clutched a dozen files against your perfect chest.

“Some files from the weekend while you were away, sir,” You informed him, shutting the door behind you and walking towards his desk.

You placed them gently next to his laptop, your manicured nails on full display for him as you did so. This was the first time he’d seen your full outfit today—you rocked a tight, white button-up, a dangerously short pencil skirt, black tights and slutty black heels.

“Thank you,” He replied, not daring to even look away from your perfect frame as you smiled down at him.

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” You chirped, walking slowly around his desk to the large windows, peering down at all the people just as Reiner does himself.

“Mhm.”

You glance over at the muscled man, just to be greeted with his eyes fixated on you. His large biceps were practically busting out of his white shirt, and his dress pants doing the same against his large thighs as he manspread.

“How was your weekend? You went away with your wife, right?”

Reiner couldn’t help but notice the way you spat the words ‘your wife’ when you spoke, your voice laced with venom at the mere thought of her.

“Oh, yeah, right, I did,” He answered, rubbing his blonde, wispy, beard, “Didn’t end exactly how we wanted though,”

“Oh?” You questioned, walking slowly towards his desk, your voice pushing him to elaborate. You slid your body onto his desk, your legs dangling off the edge as you stared down at him, “C’mon, Sir, I’ll promise to keep it secret,”

Reiner tried to ignore the way his eyes darted up your skirt as the flirtatious words sparked straight into his pants, “She accused me of cheating,” He laughed, shaking his head.

You didn’t reply this time, waiting for him to keep talking, though, your eyes never left his muscly frame.

“I was showering when she went through my phone, and started going off at me while I was in the shower. Even when I got out, she wouldn’t stop going on at me, and it carried on all weekend,” He chuckled, “Can’t get a minute’s peace,”

“Oh, Sir, that’s awful,” You pouted, trying to hide your smirk at the way Reiner tensed up as you ran your foot up his calf, “And did you?”

Reiner cleared his throat loudly as he stared up at you, his thick eyebrows furrowed, “Did I what?”

“Cheat.”

“No, God, no. No.” He insisted, trying to stop his mind from racing at the way your foot kept moving against him.

“But, would you?”

His heart nearly stopped at the words that fell past your plump lips. He could’ve fainted if it wasn’t for the pure excitement flooding through his system that kept his heart hammering in his chest.

“Sorry?”

You knew he knew what you meant by the way your smirk only grew on your face. Your expression was devilish as you stared down at him.

“I said. Would you cheat?”

Words failed Reiner as your foot changed its usual movements to trail up to his thigh. Now trying to hide his enjoyment would be 1000 times harder.

“Because it seems to me, Sir,” Your voice sounding all too sultry for his liking, “You’re stressed and unhappy, and someone isn’t taking care of your needs.”

Reiner’s jaw falls slack as the words reach his ears, your evil grin never once leaving your face as your eyes never left his own. Jesus, fuck.

“I-um, I don’t think this appropriate.” The angel on Reiner’s shoulder spoke, ignoring the way the devil was practically screaming at him to do something about your insinuation.

“Isn’t this what secretary’s are supposed to do?”

You tried to patch up the dirty situation with a faux reasoning, as you crawled from the desk to his chair, slotting your knee between his thighs and grabbing his tie. Pulling on it to bring your mouth to his ear, revelling in the way his heartbeat thumped against your fist.

“I’m just doing my job for you, Sir.”

Reiner mentally cursed himself at the pure lewdness of the situation he’d landed himself in, the mindless flirting had turned into something he’d only dreamed of while fisting his cock late at night with his useless wife sleeping next to him.

“You’re excellent at your job,” He managed to force out, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

“Then let me take care of you, Sir.” You mewled, planting tentative kisses against his cologned skin, loving the expensive smell.

Fuuuuuck.

He’d never been harder in his entire life as you nibbled at his ear lobe as you whispered about how good you’d take of him and how more relaxed he’d feel after you were done with him.

Knock, knock, knock!

“Mr. Braun? Can I come in?”

Those words once eliciting excitement in him, knowing it was you, now sparked panic in him as the voice of his male colleague rang from outside the door.

“Get under the table, now.” He demanded, his eyes wide with panic as you giggled cheekily before doing as he asked of you.

Reiner cleared his throat before speaking, “Come in.” Ignoring the way his heart hammered in his chest.

His colleague sauntered in, shutting the door behind him, “So, I’ve had an email from Microsoft saying they accept the meeting you’ve requested with the CEO about our new launch, which is great. However, Apple did decline as they aren’t looking for anymore shares at the moment, which is disheartening, but the M.D from the branch I called said he knew you, so he’d arrange for you to be the first on the list next time they’re looking for shares.”

Reiner blinked as the information was reeled at him at lightning speed, his head still full of what occurred merely seconds before he walked into the room.

“Um, yeah, that should be—“

His sentence was cut short as his heart flew to his throat. The feeling of his pants zipper being pulled down shut him up as he felt your manicured hands manhandle the bulge in his boxers.

“That should be fine. Thanks, um, Henry, yeah. Thanks.” Reiner stumbled, wanting nothing more than for the idiot to leave.

“You okay, Sir?”

Reiner nodded, swallowing thickly as you pulled his thick cock from his boxers, feeling your thumb rub over his tip, collecting the pre-cum on your delicate fingers.

“Yep, never better, Henry.” Reiner coughed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as you wrapped your lips around his tip, “I think I’m just, jesus, coming down with something.”

“Awh, man, that sucks,” Yeah something sure is, “I heard there’s something nasty stuff going around the office at the minute.

Some nasty stuff was definitely happening in this room that poor Henry had no idea about.

“Yeah, not ideal, but, fuck, what can you, uh—what can you do, huh?” Reiner chuckled, trying to not sound like a lunatic as you bottomed out his throbbing cock in your wet throat.

Reiner knew he was big—long and thick, and not one girl he’d ever been with had been able to take his whole cock down their throat. You were putting them all, including his wife, to shame.

“Yeah, you’ll just have to ride it out, buddy.”

He coughed loudly, attempting to add to his act, but also to cover the giggle you made around his cock at the accidental sexual joke Henry made. The rumble of your laugh against his cock nearly made him moan out loud if it wasn’t for the fact he was now biting down on his fist, his canines practically piercing the skin.

“Thanks, Henry, I’ll get back to Apple later.”

“Microsoft, you mean, Sir?”

Oh, jesus, get out!

“Yep. Microsoft. Thanks.” Reiner nodded, secretly revelling at the you bobbed your head up and down his length, your petite hands wrapped around the base as you licked and sucked at his angry, pink tip.

Henry left with a smile and polite goodbye, shutting the door behind him. Reiner didn’t waste anymore time.

He stood up from desk abruptly, grabbing you by the hand to stand up, pressing your small frame against his desk, your hands trembling as you anticipated his next move.

“You almost got me caught there.”

You peered up at him through your lashes, your eyes running with tears and your cheeks flushed pink, as a quiet, ‘I’m sorry, Sir’ slipped past your swollen, pink lips, glistening with his spit and his pre-cum.

He could’ve cummed at the sight.

“Y’know, that could’ve got me in a lot of trouble,” He informed you, his hand creeping up your neck to rest on your cheek, “I’m feeling awfully stressed and unhappy now.”

“Sir?”

“Do your job, if you’re so insistent.” He told you, “Be good and listen to your boss.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You wasted no time getting back on your knees, waiting for him take a pleasant seat back on his leather chair. You didn’t wait another second before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock like he’d asked you to. This time, Reiner didn’t have to pretend to act normal, so let his head fall back against the head rest as the feeling of your warm mouth surrounded him.

Your delicate hand once against resided at the base of his cock, pumping him along with attempting to take as much of cock as you did previously as you hollowed your cheeks against him.

“Don’t act all shy now, I thought you were a good secretary?” Reiner teased, placing a large hand at the back of your head, intertwining his fingers into your hair, pushing your head further down his cock.

He laughed lowly at the way your throat contracted around him, your trembling hand leaving the base of his cock to rest against his thighs as your nose brushed against his curly blonde pubic hairs, tears falling from your eyes at the sheer size of him in your throat.

Reiner hummed in delight as he slowly lifted your wet throat up and down his throbbing cock, feeling satisfied with your willingness to make him feel better. And by God, was he feeling better already.

You gagged around him as he began bucking his hips slowly into you—your throat not being prepared for the force of his cock.

“What? Can’t take it all of a sudden now that your boss is in control? Well that’s not very good of you? Shall I report you to HR for being such a slut?”

You shook your head against him as best you could before he pulled you off him, a string of spit connecting your heavy tongue to his leaking tip. You spluttered as you gasped for air, your throat aching ever so slightly as you looked up at your boss.

“Up.”

You did as you were told, standing up from the floor, rubbing your thighs together in order to get any sort of friction to your aching clit.

Reiner stood up and took a few steps towards you, his rock hard cock bobbing with every step he took. His large hands grabbed the backs of your clothed thighs, pushing them upwards as you instinctively jumped up onto the desk.

“Or, you know what,” He spoke lowly, grabbing at the fabric of your tights, “I could just punish you myself.”

Riiiippp!

You gasped as his pure strength tore a large hole in the crotch of your tights, leaving your slutty pink lacy panties on full display for his predatory eyes.

“But, Sir—“

“What, baby? You starting to regret your decision?” He teased, pushing the fabric of your panties to the side, chuckling at the way you gasped as the cold air hit your sweet sex.

“No, no, Sir. Wanna make you feel good.” You mumbled as your chest heaved as his thick fingers fumbled with your buttons of your white button-up.

“Good girl.” He mumbled as he pulled the fabric off your top half, biting his lip at the matching pink lacy bra that clad your intense cleavage he once ogled at, “Jesus.”

“Please, Mr.Braun.” You whined, pulling his tie down to push him close to your body, “‘Need you.”

Reiner didn’t need you to say anything else before his fingers flew to your core. The slick that pooled from you eliciting a groan from his lips as he pushed a thick finger inside you.

“You dirty, dirty girl, so fuckin’ wet for me and I hadn’t even touched you.”

You whined against his neck as you grasped desperately on his tie, pulling it slacker and slacker the more you tugged on it.

He soon pressed a second finger inside your sloppy folds, indulging in the way you cried out lewdly against his shoulder, mumbling about how wet you’d gotten for him by just sucking his cock, making his throbbing boner twitch against your thigh.

“Please, Mr.Braun, need you,” You whined, arching your back against him as he abused your sweet spot over and over again.

“Gotta stretch you for my cock, baby, be patient.”

You pecked at his neck and nibbled the skin of his ear once more, moaning into his ear as he thrust his fingers repeatedly in and out of you, scissoring them to stretch your little pussy for his large cock that dribbled pre-cum on your black tights.

His thumb soon found your aching clit as he began to rub delicious circles against it, loving the way your moans upped an octave at the sudden added pleasure. He couldn’t ever get this out of his wife, you were something else. Someone he knew he wouldn’t just fuck once.

“Mmm, gonna cum, Sir!”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for your boss? Fuckin’ slut.”

His words pushed you over the edge as you came hard around his digits, throwing your head back, whining his name loudly.

“Shut up,” He mumbled, grabbing your chin harshly to meet your gaze, “Don’t want Henry coming back, do we?”

You shook your head as your orgasm still flooded your body like electricity through your veins as you finally came down from your high.

You didn’t even get chance to catch your breath before a large hand wrapped around your neck, pushing your back against the desk and forcing your legs up into the air. Your breath hitched as you felt his tip nudge your entrance, watching as he gathered your slick over himself, jerking it over his length before lining himself up with your tight hole.

He sheathed himself inside you slowly, his grip around your thighs tightening as he pushed his length deeper and deeper inside your tight pussy. His eyes flickered shut as his head lolled against your knee, swallowing to cure his dry throat as you pulsated around him.

He hadn’t even got himself full inside you yet, let alone fucked you properly, but he knew you’d be the best pussy he’d ever had.

“Jeeeesus, you’re so fucking tight.” Reiner groaned, his hips finally meeting your ass as he bottomed out, “Fucking hell.”

You were cock drunk already—he hadn’t even moved his throbbing cock and you looked fucked out before he’d even started. You should’ve known he’d be big by the sheer surface area of his muscly body.

Reiner took his time with you to began with. Pulling out slowly before snapping his hips forward to plunge into you, loving the way you’d whine each time he’d nearly pull all the way out and how’d you moan as he pushed himself all the way back inside you.

“Reiner, please,” You begged, the first time he’d heard you say his first name sent shockwaves to his cock, “Fuck me, please.”

“Yeah?” He started, his pace picking up ever so slightly at your request, “You gotta answer my questions correctly first.”

“Mmmm,” You whined, grasping at his hard bicep through his shirt, your face contorting in pleasure at the feeling of him inside you.

“Are you complaining?”

“No, no, no, Sir, never,” You answered quickly, shaking your head, your glossy eyes meeting his dark ones.

“Mm, that’s what I thought,” He retorted back, “So, what time do I like to be out of the office?”

“S-six pm, on a weekday, and four on a weekend.” You replied, breathing heavily as his pace stayed painfully slow.

“Good, why specifically early on a weekend?”

“So, y-you can go home and watch the b-baseball game.”

“Correct.” He grunted as he snapped his hips ever so slightly quicker than before, gnawing at his lip at the way your moans picked up.

“When did I join the company?”

“8th April 2017, Sir. One year before me.”

“How do I like my coffee?”

“Black, with a splash of cold water to n-not burn your tongue, Sir.”

“What’s my favourite drink?”

“A cold beer after work or a hot peppermint tea when you’re sick.”

“How do you know if I’m in a bad mood?”

“Your back is tensed up and your eyebrows are furrowed, and you’re always using your hands when you talk. Shows you’re a-angry.”

His cock twitched at the way you answered so quickly, secretly loving how much you idolised him.

“When did I get married?”

“D-don’t care,” You fired back. He knew you knew when he did, as you refused to look at him for a few weeks afterwards, showing your annoyance at the situation.

He chuckled at your words, stilling his hips against your ass, “That’s not what I asked you, princess,”

You whined, “Please, Sir, I’m sorry, I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

You couldn’t help the way your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the way you knew nearly everything about him:

“5th December 2020.”

“Good girl.”

You huffed angrily at the mention of his wife, rolling your eyes. Reiner didn’t take your annoyance unnoticed, he quickly rewarded you for your correct answer.

His pace changed from desperately slow, to dangerously fast. You gasped and moaned loudly, your sultry voice filling the room. Reiner picked your lulled head up and smashed his lips against yours, quietening your moans with his mouth. His own groans filling your mouth as he pushed his excruciatingly large cock in and out of you, one hand around your neck and the other gripping your waist, pushing your body down onto him as he fucked you.

“Fuuuck, baby, you’re creamin’ all over me,” He whispered in your ear, as he peered down at the milky, white ring of cum that appeared around the base of his cock, as his hand trailed down to rub circles on your aching clit, and the other grasping at your breasts as they spilled out of your bra with every harsh thrust he gave.

“Mr.Braun,” You wailed, wrapping your legs around his waist as he continued to destroy you with every snap of his lips, the disgustingly pornographic sound of your soaking wet pussy squelching around him filling the room.

His fingers worked wonders against your clit as within seconds of him starting to abuse your bud, you felt the stir of your second orgasm approaching. Your eyes squeezed shut as your nails clawed down his back through the fabric of his shirt, whining and whimpering at the sheer amount of pleasure the perfect man was bringing you.

“She could never make me feel as good at this.”

That was it. He didn’t even bother trying to quieten your moans as you squirted around him. The slippery liquid drenching your thighs and his abdomen as you orgasmed hard, your toes curling in your heels and your back arching off the desk. The idea of his wife never being able to pleasure him like you did made you tingle inside.

“Oh, fuck,” He mumbled as he picked up his pace ever so slightly, his thighs trembling and hips slacking as he came shortly after you. His head nuzzled in your neck as he groaned your name into your shoulder, biting and marking the skin as he pushed his load further into you.

Your legs ached as he let them down from his grip and onto the wooden desk he’d just fucked you on, pulling his softening dick out of you with a hiss. Your chest heaved slightly with each breath as your body relaxed after the pleasureful abuse it just endured.

He tucked himself back into boxers and zipped up his dress pants, and fixed his fully loosened tie, covered in your spit and a few drizzles of your slick on the tip of it. He handed you your shirt in silence as you buttoned your self up, your eyes never leaving the floor.

Once you clothed yourself, you stood up from his slick covered desk, ignoring the way your legs shook. Reiner took a seat at his leather chair, staring up at you with a devilish expression.

“Thank you, I feel a lot better,” He smirked, “You’re excused.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Before you could get far, a firm grip on your wrist pulled you backwards abruptly with a yelp, landing you on his chest, a feverish kiss pushed against your swollen lips. Reiner’s tongue danced in your mouth after pushing past your bottom lip, as his large hand tangled in your hair.

He pulled away soon after, pressing one last loving peck to your spit covered lips before beckoning you out the door—hair a mess, skirt creased and your tights ripped underneath them but giggling nonetheless as you shut the door behind you.

-

“Excuse me, do you know if Reiner is on a call?”

Your head snapped up at the sound of the female voice in front of you. Anger and jealously instantly filled your senses as you stared up at the woman at your desk.

“Oh, hello, Mrs. Braun.” You faked a smile as your eyes glided over the poorly dressed woman, admiring her awful fashion sense and lack of confidence as she quite obviously showed her intimidation against you.

“Hello,” She replied back, “So, is he busy?”

“He most definitely was earlier, but let me double check for you, ma’am.” You alluded to your secret relations, a spike of excitement filling your heart at the thought of her naiveness, as you stood up from your chair, adjusting your skirt to hide the large hole in your tights.

You knocked on his door loudly, “Sir?”

Your sickly familiar voice filled his ears as he smirked widely at the previous memories of your day filled his head, “Come in.”

The door swung open to show your beautiful frame, an evil smirk your face as you moved to the side to reveal his wife stood behind you. Reiner’s heart dropped to his stomach at the sight.

“H-honey, what are you doing here?” He stuttered, panic filling his body at the thought of her possibly finding out about his affair.

“I thought I’d bring you some coffee, and to discuss some things.” She smiled, referring to the argumentative weekend they had experienced.

“Oh, how lovely. Black with cold water?” You spoke up.

His wife’s face dropped, “Oh, um, no. A latte. Do you not like those?”

Reiner couldn’t help but watch as your smirk grew wider and wider at his wife’s disappointed expression.

“No, no, honey, I love them.” Reiner lied, already disliking the thought of the milky coffee.

His wife smiled happily as she entered the room to press a sweet kiss against his cheek. You couldn’t help but watch as he cringed slightly at the feeling of her lips against his face as yours had been earlier on.

“What’s that on your tie, honey?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, bringing his wife’s attention back to you, as his eyes widened in a panicked state, “So messy, aren’t you, Sir? Clearly I need to fix you a new one, hm?”

Reiner nodded, gulping thickly at the thought of his wife seeing your cum all over his tie, “Yes, um, thank you. That would be perfect.”

His wife smiled at you as she turned around, her back facing you, to stare at the view out of his window, “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”

Reiner’s eyes stayed fixated on your frame as you lifted your skirt up ever so lightly to reveal your soaking wet panties and cum covered thighs from when he’d filled you up so deep, feeling a tent rise in his tight dress pants once more, knowing the second his wife left he’d have you again.

“It sure is.”

GODDDAMNNNN

im hot and bothered even writing this jeeeeez

[lazysoulwriter]

my two favorite people – pedro pascal.

requested! thank you. ♡ content: Pedro Pascal x wife!actress!reader, Bella Ramsey + reader friendship, set life, cozy/cute behind-the-scenes moment, supportive trio energy, soft Pedro being husband goals.

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It was raining on set. Not a pretty rain — an annoying, misty, bone-chilling kind that made everything damp and muddy and grumpy. You were standing beside video village in a coat three sizes too big, hood up, arms crossed, trying to keep your teeth from chattering between takes.

Pedro spotted you first.

“Oh no,” he said under his breath, handing off his prop rifle before crossing the set. “You’ve got your cold face on.”

“I’m fine,” you said through a tight-lipped smile. “Just—British rain is different.”

He cupped your face with warm, gloved hands. “You’re freezing.”

“I told you this shoot was cursed,” Bella said, materializing beside you like a chaos goblin. “I said it the second we got out of the van. Look at her. She’s suffering.”

“I’m not suffering,” you protested.

“She’s suffering,” Pedro confirmed, dramatically wrapping his arms around you from behind and pulling you into his chest. “Emergency snuggle protocol activated.”

Bella snorted. “That coat makes you look like a sexy bag of laundry.”

“I take that as a compliment,” you muttered into Pedro’s scarf.

Pedro kissed the side of your head, rubbing your arms. “Want me to bring you tea?”

“No, I want this weather deleted.”

“I’ll talk to the director. Maybe I can do a scene where Joel builds a dome around the Earth.”

Bella grinned. “Make it canon.”

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Later, the three of you sat under a heater during a break — you in Pedro’s lap, Bella wrapped in a blanket like a cursed Jedi.

“I think we should all just move into a big house together after this,” Bella said, sipping cocoa. “You two can be domestic and annoyingly in love, and I’ll just exist in your kitchen like a raccoon roommate.”

Pedro raised his mug. “Deal.”

You smiled, sleepily nestled into your husband’s neck. “Only if you take the guest room and not our bed this time.”

Bella: 👀

Pedro: 😳

You: 😌

“Uncalled for,” Pedro muttered, but kissed you anyway.

Bella rolled her eyes. “God, I’m surrounded by love. Disgusting.”

But she was smiling.

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[limerlove]

THE FIRST BITE!

pairing. rugby player!abby x fem!reader x rugby player!vi

the introduction. abby anderson, the co-captain of the legends. the thickest, strongest girl around and she sure does pull like it. then there’s vi, tragically pathetic unable to get a girlfriend vi, a co-captain with some of the past game in the pitch but can’t find any to save her life off the field. or will misfortune of missing keys bring the luck directly to her?

the two have done nothing but compete against each other from the day they were born. abby has been a big girl from a young age, taller than most, it didn’t take much for her to bulk up. her biceps bigger than the largest dumbells in the gym, thighs and legs strong enough to kill a man. it’s what made her a dominant force on the field. she’s a bull you’ll try like hell to doze over, but the task is nearly impossible.

then there’s violet.

she’s not as big or strong, but she’s quick. she relies on it for every match. gliding on the pitch like a leopard. it’s because of her sheer speed that the team has won so frequently. violet is also the painful thorn in abby’s side, why she isn’t the sole captain but co-captains. the best of the best coach sev says, the yin and yang of professional rugby.

abby isn’t too sure of it but she’s in it to win and for that it’s the only reason why a bond is forged between them. the hatred they have for each other becomes kinship, hours on the field bringing out the best in each other only makes them win and win, and fucking win. the surrounding districts wanting to know coach sev’s secret.

it’s friendship.

two weeks from the quarter finals, the pair decides to blow off steam and that’s when the real competition between them thrives. until recently, abby had been happily taken, violet didn’t have to compete with the beefcake. even if she’d never admit it, abby makes her feel insecure. she’s smart, kind, and seriously ripped.

the amount of girls she turns town in one night at the local bar, seraphites, makes her wanna shrivel into a ball until all she feels is the a black hole swallowing her essence whole.

but now abby is single and god, vi will cry into her pillow if another girl she thinks is pretty leaves home with abby.

“don’t feel so bad. most wouldn’t last this long with me around.”

“yeah, i feel so grateful to still be here.”

abby chuckles as she playfully punches at vi’s shoulder.

“i’ll throw you a solid tonight then, the after party after quarter finals, i won’t munch all night and you know how hard that is for me.” abby playfully pouts.

“oh, really? how pitiful. that’s actually worse than competing with you. a sympathy thrown one night stand.”

abby harmlessly puts her hands up, taking a sip from her chilled beer. immediately, the bartender starts chatting up with her and abby starts being abby. it infuriates her how little the broad blonde has to try. she slips into this girl every damn gay girl in town eats up like a midnight snack.

each time, she starts it off slow. easy. throwing a compliment your way, if that bite into the bait, they always touch her hand, her arm, or stroke the vein protruding from her bicep. abby shamelessly flirts until they’re giggling, nearly putty in her hands.

a couple hours later, the two of them are leaving but vi is walking home alone while abby is entering a cab with the breathtaking bartender who’s shift has just conveniently ended.

it’s the only night she’s thankful abby left. it’s then she realizes as she attempts to get in her shared apartment with blondie that she’s keyless and no way to get into her apartment. the office is closed and she is so severely fucked.

vi doesn’t realize that’s she just sitting there like an idiot staring until a stranger’s voice pulls her out of it.

“any luck with your mind warping powers or are you keyless?”

vi jumps at the voice, locking eyes with the most gorgeous person she’s ever seen in her life. it doesn’t help you are wearing the shortest skirt she’s ever seen, cleavage spilling out of your top and she admires the white sheer top you’re wearing.

she feels a tad breathless.

that has nothing to with you.

just her predicament.

totally.

“do you have a roommate to call?”

vi comes to it and she murmurs and soft yeah, trying to not make eye contact with the goddess she somehow has managed to embarrass herself over.

quickly, she dials abby’s number, waiting for her to pick up not, once, not twice, but three times. damn fucker is munching right now, vi swears to herself.

but she didn’t say it to herself, she said it out loud where the girl of dreams is giggling as she speed texts abby, trying to evoke a response from her.

“indisposed and munching?” you ask, you’re smirking and vi is blushing.

“yeah, her favorite extra curricular activity and she does it exceedingly fast.”

“is it yours too?”

shit.

oh my fucking shit.

are you hitting on her?

no. that’s not humanly possible for someone like you to be hitting on someone as tragic as her. vi’s convinced it’s just because abby isn’t here. that’s all. her cockblocking stunner of a best friend isn’t here to make her life sufferable but the way you’re eyeing her up like a hot piece of meat should make her feel slightly objectified if you she wasn’t doing the exact same thing.

“right girl, right munch.”

it’s the dumbest thing vi’s ever said but you laugh. offering her a spot on your couch and she’s eternally grateful for. you even have a pair of shorts and a spare t-shirt that she can sleep in. she’s eternally grateful she doesn’t have to sit outside her apartment alone for god knows how long waiting for abby to be done with her seven course meal.

violet planned to actually sleep but then you play a vinyl record on the turntable and it just so happens to be vi’s favorite and she can’t stop telling about every song on the record. she’s so animated as she talks, her powder hues vibrant as she goes into the lyrics she loves the most, what songs made her cry first listen and the songs that still make her cry to this day.

you’re looking at her the way vi’s always wanted to be look at. before either of you know it, four albums later, it’s nearly four in the morning and you’re leaning in close to her, so much so vi isn’t sure she can even breath. a vibrant pink strand gets twirled around your finger.

“know about all your favorite albums but not a name to the pretty face.”

“violet. or vi. whatever you prefer.” vi struggles to breathe even further as your lips ghost over hers.

“what do you prefer?”

“violet.”

you take a pause, licking your lips, slightly crazing violet’s lips. she looks a like a deer in headlight, terrified to make the first move but you like how shy she is, how she voices the thoughts she isn’t meant to. there’s a sweetness you want to sink your teeth into like cotton candy.

“violet it is then.”

putting her out of her own misery, your soft lips mold with hers and you’re dominant from the start. placing a delicate hand on her throat, claiming her with your tongue as you devour her whole. it’s hot and heavy. the clashing of teeth, the pulls at her pink hair, and violet can’t help but bring you closer to her.

still wearing this insufferably short skirt, vi smooths her touch over your soft thighs beneath the fabric. the two of you getting lost in each other until it’s all abruptly stops. she’s funneling her under the hem of your shirt, playing with the buttons until she absentmindedly plucks one open.

“fuck—” you curse, trying to maintain your compose but violet plucks another button and your perfect tits spill out of the material.

“yeah?” violet smirks, not being nearly as innocent as she appears.

“time to put that extra curricular to use then. let’s see how munch of a munch you can be.”

rayray’s nonsense. UM HI IDEK KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS. um. yeah. abby x vi are my favs and i'm forcing this on everyone but i also fuck with it??? idek. this is a crazy midnight kinda post, spur of the moment if you will. gonna try not to get tew in my head 'bout this. that's for future me to deal with BUT ALSO DO WE FUCK WITH IT???? only time will tell. ALRIGHT. let me work on this mega long vi fic i got going on .... byeeeeee ♡

[gingerteafairy]

dedicated to my pookie @blueikky

𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑺, 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑬 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑺 (𝑽𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑲𝒀 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹)

Your first and last ruin, Alexei Vronsky.

tags n warnings: issues, drama, alcohol, smoke, prejudice, blowjob, virginity, praise and (slightly) degradation kink. word count: 4.6k. masterlist

Gossip. That’s what filled the air at balls like this one in the cold beauty of Saint Petersburg. Outside, winter’s chill wrapped the city, but inside, the warmth of cynical laughter and whispered conversations carried through the grand hall. Tonight, the focus was on the newly arrived wealthy family. New money was always a spectacle in high society, and noblewomen wasted no time trying to marry off their daughters to the richest man in sight.

This was your situation. Your mother clung to your arm, dragging you from one introduction to the next. Most of the men were old, balding, or unappealing. The few who seemed tolerable lost all their charm the moment they spoke, their words dripping with arrogance or lewdness.

“How dreadful,” Betsy muttered, waving an ornate fan as she watched your mother’s relentless efforts to match you with men far too old for you. “It’s embarrassing to witness.”

“New money,” said Countess Vronskaya with a sip of her champagne. “Like dogs trampling our lovely ball. She claims herself a baroness. Such a shame.”

“Rather harsh words for someone so refined, Mother,” Alexei Vronsky interjected smoothly, taking a slow drag from his cigarette. The smoke curled lazily from his lips as his striking blue eyes followed the scene, faintly amused yet undeniably intrigued.

“The girl is a victim of a desperate mother with no sense of propriety and lack of decorum,” the Countess replied, her lips thinning in disdain. She exchanged a knowing glance with Betsy. “Come, dear. This place is becoming intolerable.”

The two women swept away, leaving Vronsky behind. His posture was relaxed, yet there was something commanding about the way he carried himself. His friend Golenichev approached, grinning as he held a drink, his gaze settling on you as you waved off another suitor.

“She’s had some decent offers tonight, don’t you think?” Golenichev said, standing straighter as he joined his friend.

Vronsky’s eyes found yours again, his expression unreadable. He tilted his head slightly, taking another drag of his cigarette before letting the smoke escape in a soft exhale. “She’s beautiful,” he said quietly, his voice thoughtful. “It’s tragic, really. She can’t be more than twenty, and yet she’s being offered to these… decrepit creatures. It’s a crime.”

Golenichev chuckled, raising his glass in agreement. “A crime indeed. But what’s to be done? It 's her ruin.”

“Perhaps there is.” Vronsky tapped the cigarette against an ashtray and straightened. “I’ll see to it that she’s spared such a fate and make sure to be her first ruin.” His tone was firm, and without another word, he began walking toward you.

You were staring at the floor, trying to hide your frustration as your mother pulled you toward yet another man. Then she stopped abruptly. You looked up, and your breath caught.

The man standing before you was unlike any you’d seen tonight. His presence was magnetic, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to lock on yours with intent. For once, your mother seemed unsure of herself, nudging you for bow reverence.

“What a small, demure little thing you are.”He chuckles at your small bow, roaming his eyes over your body, taking every inch of you, especially in your breath plumped by the exaggerated neckline your mother made you use. “Adorable, if it's safe to say, baroness.”

“Oh…” Your mother opened her mouth but fumbled for words. “To… to what do we owe this honor, sir…?” she finally managed.

“Vronsky. Count Vronsky. Colonel,” he said smoothly, bowing slightly before taking your hand. He lifted it to his lips, pressing a light, deliberate kiss to your skin.

“Oh… it's… such a pleasure to meet such a high hierarchy… I mean, important man.” She giggled, covering his mouth, nudging you, having you gasping slightly before fixing your posture.

“The pleasure is mine.” he beamed as his eyes burned with a desire and passion you’ve only heard in fantasies. No, it was darker. Hyptozing.

You flushed, your heart racing under his gaze. His voice, deep and confident, seemed to linger in the air. Your mother quickly recovered, rushing to introduce you. “This is my dau—”

“No need,” Vronsky said with a small, knowing smile. “I already know her name.” His attention returned to you. “May I have this dance?”

Your mother answered before you could, her voice eager. “Of course! She would be delighted!” She nudged you forward, leaving you no choice but to step into his waiting arms.

His touch was steady and assured as he led you to the center of the ballroom. The music swelled as the two of you bowed, and then his hand found your waist—not politely at your upper back, but daringly low, just above your hip. The closeness was startling, almost improper, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to step away.

“You’re very quiet, darling,” he said as the two of you began to move, his steps smooth and confident. “You’re naturally reserved, I presume.”

“My mother believes it’s unseemly for a lady to speak unless spoken to,” you replied, your voice clipped as you tried to mask your nerves.

He chuckled softly. “Nonsense,” he said, his blue eyes glittering with amusement. “Tell me—what are you thinking right now?”

You hesitated but decided to answer honestly. “That, of course, you would know my name. My mother has spoken to every man in this room. The pretty, reckless, stupid Baroness.”

He laughed, the sound low and pleasant, loving your adorable annoyance. “I tend to keep my distance. Crowds don’t interest me.” He guided you into a turn, his hand steady on your waist. “Did any of them catch your interest?”

“None who would ask me to dance and dismiss my mother’s rules as nonsense,” you said, the hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

“Fascinating,” he murmured, his tone warm as he pulled you closer. “You’ve caught my attention, if I may be so bold. You’re enchanting.”

Your breath hitched at his words. He was impossibly close now, his hand firm yet gentle on your waist. “That’s very kind of you, Count Vronsky.”

“Alexei,” he corrected. The intimacy of his first name felt daring, and it made your cheeks flush again. His gaze lingered on your lips for a moment before he spoke. “Would you do me the honor of a walk? Somewhere quieter for a pleasant talk?"

You hesitated, glancing toward your mother, who was engrossed in conversation across the room. Before you could second-guess yourself, you answered.

“Yes.”

He smiled, offering his arm, and you took it. Together, you stepped away from the crowded ballroom and into the stillness of the castle’s quieter halls, your heart pounding with every step.

Alexei led you through the castle halls, his steps unhurried, his presence calm yet undeniably magnetic. He spoke occasionally, sharing brief comments about the guests or recounting fragments of the castle's history. His voice carried a quiet intensity, much like the moonlight filtering through the windows, veiled by luxurious, heavy curtains. There was an air of mystery about him—dark yet alluring, cold yet captivating.

He stopped in front of a wide wooden door, resting his hand on the ornate brass handle. With deliberate slowness, he turned the knob and pushed it open, the creak of the hinges echoing softly in the stillness. The pause in his movements, the weight of the moment—it set your nerves alight.

“Ladies first,” he said, his tone smooth and polite as he stepped aside.

You hesitated before walking in, taking in the room’s grandeur. It was no ordinary chamber. It was vast, large enough to house an entire family of peasants. A velvet sofa rested against one wall, paired with matching chairs and a table scattered with loose sheets of paper. Heavy drapes framed tall windows, and the air carried a faint yet pleasant scent of cedar and something floral. But the centerpiece of the room was the bed—a massive structure with carved posts and linens finer than anything you had ever touched.

“Why did you bring me here?” you asked at last, your voice breaking the silence. You didn’t turn to face him, but the soft click of the door closing behind you was enough to remind you of his presence.

“I wanted a quiet place where we could talk,” Alexei said, his footsteps drawing closer before he seated himself on the velvet sofa. He moved with such ease, yet his every action seemed deliberate. He lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply before letting the smoke curl lazily into the air. “To get to know you.”

You swallowed hard, the intimacy of the setting and his relaxed demeanor setting your nerves on edge. You lowered yourself onto the far end of the sofa, maintaining a respectable distance, though your heartbeat betrayed you.

“Tell me,” he began, his voice soft yet probing, “have you ever been in love?”

The question startled you. You frowned, letting out a nervous laugh. “I suppose so. A few times. Silly crushes, nothing serious.”

“Was that what your mother told you?” he asked, leaning just slightly in your direction.

“Probably,” you admitted, shifting in your seat. Despite yourself, you found your body inching closer to his, as though pulled by an invisible force. “In her words, romance is useless unless it serves a purpose. Marriage is a transaction, and a lady should save herself for that.”

“And do you believe that?” he asked, taking another drag from his cigarette. His knee brushed against yours, the contact subtle but charged.

“No.” Your voice was firm, though your gaze drifted to his hand, the urge to reach out and touch it growing stronger with each passing second. “But I’ve never had the courage to try anything different.”

“What is it you’ve never tried?” He leaned closer, his profile sharp as he turned his head to exhale the smoke away from you.

“Romance.”

His lips curved into a faint smile, his eyes searching yours. “And… would you like to try?”

The question lingered in the air, wrapping around you like a silk ribbon, tightening with every heartbeat. It was dangerous, the sort of question that invited you to tread on forbidden ground. Yet there was something intoxicating in the way he spoke, the way he watched you as though he already knew your answer, showing you what you’ve been caging. Desire. Fire, lust, pure sensual desire.

“I believe I would,” you murmured, the words barely audible but enough to draw a soft smile from him.

Alexei shifted closer, closing the gap between you. His breath mingled with yours, carrying the scent of tobacco and something distinctly him—something refined, intoxicating, irresistible. He brought the cigarette to his lips once more, inhaling deeply before leaning forward.

But instead of his lips meeting yours, he exhaled, the smoke brushing against your lips and filling your senses. You inhaled instinctively, closing your eyes, tasting the ghost of him in that moment.

It wasn’t a kiss, not exactly—too timid, too indirect. But it was intimate, electric, and left your heart racing as though it had been. You opened, meeting his gaze.

The faint crackle of the fire in the distant hearth was the only sound, its soft glow casting flickering shadows on the walls. Alexei had moved closer now, his presence overwhelming but not suffocating, his gaze unwavering on yours. There was a storm in his eyes—a mix of restrained desire and something deeper, something dangerous.

When his lips finally met yours, it was gentle at first—tentative, as if asking a question he wasn’t sure you’d answer. But then you responded, your hand instinctively finding its way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his coat as if to anchor yourself.

That was all it took for the restraint to break.

The kiss deepened, his other hand sliding to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you, the cigarette being forgotten on the floor. The warmth of him, the way his lips moved against yours, was unlike anything you’d ever known. He kissed you like he was claiming something, yet still giving—giving you something you hadn’t realized you were starving for.

When you finally parted, both of you were breathless. This is dangerous," you whispered, standing and placing your hands on your hips. Your voice shaky but tinged with a nervous laugh, “We can't be doing this, Alexei. This is wrong.”

He raised, hands reaching for your arms, travelling to your waist. “Does it feel wrong? Or does it feel like something you’ve been told is wrong?” His forehead rested lightly against yours, his hand still cradling your face as if he were afraid to let go.

Your lips met Alexei's in a deeper kiss, where he took your face in his hands, turning his head to devour you and feel your taste completely, savoring the sweetness on your lips of your previous treats, mixed with the striking nicotine of Alexei with a touch of champagne, as if it mixed with his earthy perfume.

The kiss became more desperate with hands roaming all over your bodies. You shoved him again, turning your back with your hands on your head, noticing once again the dangerous terrain with the wetness between your legs, like rain on a warm day.

"Tell me you don't want me." He hoarses breathy in your ear, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. "Tell me and I'll go away."

“Alexei…” You sighed, your voice sounding like an eager moan as your hands searched for Alexei's curls between your fingers, hanging your head on his shoulder with your eyes closed.

His lips brushed your shoulders softer this time, almost reverent. “Say what you need and i'm pleased to give, sweetheart.”

Your breath hitched, his talk striking deeper than you wanted to admit. “Alexei. If anyone knew—”

“Let them know,” he interrupted, kissing your shoulder open-mouthed, his lips taking an old age pace where your neck meets your shoulder. His voice had taken on a quiet intensity, the kind that made your chest tighten as his tongue licked the side of your neck.

“Let them whisper and sneer.” He whispered, his teeth meeting your soft flesh, ghosting till your neck where he inhaled your scent “Leave them wondering how i adore you, every inch of your skin. How I map out your body, the firmness of your flesh, how I'm the cause of your gasps and moans. Leave them realizing you’re living his wildest dreams, melting in my hands.”

His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. He poured every ounce of his love, his hand sliding once again to your stomach, snaking to the small of your back.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he said softly, his voice steady despite the fire in his eyes as you felt the lace on your dress loosening softly, the firmness of the unbreathable tie replaced by softness. "Tell me to stop, and I will.”

Once again. You didn’t. You couldn't.

Not when he licked your neck with a gracious soft tongue felt so right, molding your barely exposed curves to the hard planes of his body. His hands release you from the outrageously heavy dress.

“I want to sink myself into your untouched depths, stretching you wide, claiming you utterly…” He muttered, biting your earlobe, delighted at you melting with each word, his desire, touching every piece of skin as he murmured sweet nothings at your ear.

He gently touched your hair, careful not to make a mess with your luxurious hairstyle. His hands slid down to your hips, gripping them as he turned you to face him. “I want to make you feel everything, know all the pleasures. Whispering my name in a hoarse voice as you please me with cream.”

His voice was a low, wicked purr, each word dripping with sinful promise and unchecked hunger. He took your hand, licking between your index and middle finger, imitating your folds as he saw you heat at him playing with your imagination. You knew what it was. He loved it. He wanted it.

Alexei’s hand slid lower, palming the rounded globe of your ass, squeezing the firm flesh and pulling you even harder against him.

“Every filthy, depraved, utterly obscene thought that's ever crossed your mind... It's all something I desperately want to make happen.”

Tenderly, he took off the corset watching it slowly rest on the floor. His hands slid to cup the soft weight of your breasts as he guided you to his bed, sitting you with surprising care, holding you for getting comfortable.

He pushed back for a moment, his eyes burning into yours as he quickly shed his own clothes, revealing the hard, toned body beneath.

He stood on the side of the bed and you followed him, sitting on your knees. “You’re mine,” He smiled, holding your chin between his fingers, placing a small kiss on your lips. “Mine to ruin.”

His whisper sends you a shiver down your spine. He pulled away again, putting his hands on the hem of his pants, pulling down his underwear as well, revealing to you the sight of the stranger, who somehow seemed familiar to you.

As if following his desire, your hands went up to your length, exhaling Alexei, not restricting your tongue, insisting on tasting his juice, planting a mouth-opened kiss. He groaned, maintained control with his fingers on your chin, your sweet innocence burning inside him, burning with the clear desire to ruin any trace of it in you. Present you to any pleasure the world denies you.

“Open your mouth, love.” He demanded and you slowly opened, sticking your tongue, obeying your instincts. He cupped your face, pressuring your jaw, seeing you opening even more. “Yeah… that's it. Keep it wide open for me.”

Alexei groaned, his cock at your wet, warm tongue dragged along his aching length, accommodating his veins. The sensation of your soft lips parting, your mouth stretching to engulf his thick, pulsing cock... It was almost enough to make him lose control, to spill himself down your throat, how you submissively struggled on making your moves deeper, comforting him on your walls.

“Keep going, you're doing so well…” his sweet praises echoed with the sound of your cheeks sucking in and the little ‘pops’ when you popped his cock out to lick him, savoring the saltiness just to warm him up again.

He pushed you, making eye contact as he patted his head on your flushed cheeks. A dark chuckle echoed from his lungs as he saw you opening your mouth eager to taste him again.

“You're so adorable… Did you want a cock this much? No wonder your mother hides such a slut. Would be a shame if anyone knows how good this pretty mouth is.” He cooed, pressing your chin down. “Stick your tongue, my cunt.” he ordered, pressing your chin down, patting his tip again when you showed your tongue on your reddened lips. “Yeah… that's it… good girl. Here, take what you want.”

He couldn't help but surrender to your swirling tongue, entertaining his frenulum. He popped out again, smirking just to dig inside again, chuckling with your gasp and hollowing cheeks.

He rocked his hips, grinding his cock against your tongue as he fucked your throat deep, “I'll ruin your mouth so any man could use it again. Just me. Your mouth made for my cock.”

The sight of you, tears streaking down your cheeks, mouth red and swollen from his rough treatment.

“Enough, darling.” He brushed his thumb across your bottom lip, wiping away the stray drop of drool that clung there, before pressing the digit past your lips, letting you suck it clean. His other hand slid into your hair, his fingers threading through the silky strands as he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his intense, unwavering gaze.

“Did I do a good job?” You beamed, wiping off the remanescente drool off your face with the back of your hand.

“You were perfect, took me very well. Now… Lay down. On your back.” He asked and you obeyed, lying down as he ordered. He crawled on the bed, getting on top.

Alexei’s mouth travelled to your neck, nipping and deposing open-mouthed kisses, tasting you, claiming you, marking you. His own territory. He pushed back slightly, fingers gently wrapped around your throat as he licked the column, lifting to look at your eyes, leaving them as he arrived at your sternum, inhaling you.

“Such a magnificent smell.” He exhaled, inhaling sonorous, his fingers digged on your waist possessively. 

His head drove to the side, catching your nipples with his teeth gently, while his thumb teased the other one, turning, pinching, palming your breast and filling your hardened skin sticking on his hand, breathy purrs of yours could be heard on his timpani. 

He slid down in brief kisses to your undergarments. You plopped on your shoulders, watching him catch the hem of your underwear, tugging down with his teeth in one swift erogenous motion, letting them fall to the floor. 

“Alexei…” you mumbled dizzy, tortured by his tortuous rhythm. 

“Yes, my lady?” He teased, as he didn't know how you were on the edge of madness. He wanted you begging, but he was patient enough to wait for it, even if his cock ached for relief. “Tell me what you want.” 

“I want you.” You finally admitted, gazing into his lustful eyes that looked through his delicate lashes. “I want you, Alexei. I can't take it anymore."

“As you wish, my love.” He whispered before his lips searched yours in a bruising kiss, massaging your tongues together simultaneously to his teeth pushing your bottom lip, nipping and coming back for loving tongue. 

Alexei's hands drove down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he pushed your legs up and out, forcing your knees upon your chest, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, your dripping sex begging for his cock to explore your walls. 

He pulled his hip down, your hole hugging his tip, getting used quickly to the new addicting sensation. He could smell the sweet scent of your desire, your flushed thighs shivering with anticipation mixed with the cold air of the night. Your cunt trying to suck him hungry. He heard it's calling, burying him completely with the symphony of your moan and his grunt. 

“God, you feel amazing.” he rasped light headed, sensing your channel tightening his length. 

His fingers drove out to your swollen clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub in tender circles, the calloused pad of his finger teasing until your hips bucked beneath him.

“Alexei…” you moan, digging your nails on his flushed shoulders, drawing a red path to his back where you scratch to his swaying moving. 

“Fuck, you take me so well, my darling.” He groaned, setting a pace as he kept eye contact with your foreheads together, shutting his eyes when he pursued your lips to a taunt kiss, hooking one of your legs around his waist. 

“Alexei… Alexei… fuck.” You mewl his name like a song, humming on each time his tip rocked on your sweet spot back and forth. 

“Is it good when I touch you here?” He left your lips, biting your jaw as he pulled your hair, swaying his hips harder and deeper. 

Suddenly, he pulled back, your blissed cunt feeling the void as you watched him sit on the bed and light a cigarette found on his trousers. He looked down at you, raising an eyebrow as he dragged in. “What are you waiting for? Sit.” 

"What?" you gasped, heavy from the pleasure you had gotten while sitting next to him.

“I think i was clear, but i’ll open an exception for your pretty pout.” Vronsky chuckled, leaning closer to your ear, cupping your face, thumb pressing your jaw as he ghosted his lips on your cheek. "I said sit. Sit so i can drink you with my eyes while your tits jump and you cream me like a good girl.”

You gasped, your face being released with soft brutality as you stared at him, your gaze going to his cock soaked in your lube "i don't know how to do this... i barely know how..."

"Shhh..." he shushed, taking your face into his calloused hand again, pulling your bottom lip with his index finger. "Obey. Sit.”

You swallow hard, obeying the order without blinking. Your legs work to spread out on Alexei's lap as he takes a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaling onto your face, your tears mixed with smoke.

"God, you're perfect.” he breathes, inhaling with his head on the wall as you sink down on him awkwardly, finally taking his full length in a sloppy unadjusted thrust of you. “Yeah… good girl. Fuck yourself on my cock to get what you want. Don't make me ask twice.”

You moaned at his dirty talk, starting a slow and uncoordinated movement that made your legs ache, but that felt incredibly delicious on your core. Up and down, back and forth, exploring the new nature. 

“Good…” he whispered, panting, his gaze at your cunt sucking him well. “You’re a natural. Faster."

Your eyes caught Alexei's furrowed brows as he took another drag, each time more awkwardly as the pleasure grew in his spine. 

He moved closer to you, exhaling smoke near your mouth as you inhaled again, but it wasn't the nicotine that was addicting you. It was how Alexei commanded without needing to touch, it was like your body knew exactly what he wanted.

You felt your heart race, the oxygen seeming to dissipate in the air suddenly as your sex demanded more. Vronsky noticed. His skilled fingers rubbing your clit. "That 's it. Cum on my cock. Cream it. Use me for your pleasure, love.”

“Alexei… fuck… I'm” You couldn't even speak, your body automatically throwing itself at Alexei who held you, dropping the cigarette in the ashtray next to the bed to hold you while you sought your own orgasm in him, his warm lips on yours again.

"You are the embodiment of sex, darling. My nymph. My muse. Fuck, you are delicious, melt into me." He stimulated you, encouraging your ecstasy, your eyes pressed shut as your mouth opened in a final sigh, your pleasure being released into Alexei. 

He took in your scent, your taste, your juice, wanting his pores to absorb every cell of yours released by your peak. The world seemed to dissolve, your mind blank as Alexei fucked himself into you, his ankles on the mattress to help with the thrusts as he digged inside, yours tits bouncing as you purred and whimpered. With a last harsh sway, his cock spurted his seed on your womb, rocking his hips til the last drop. 

Breathing heavily, you pulled away briefly to look into Alexei's delighted eyes, his blonde locks plastered to his forehead, his hands coming to your face in a generous caress, gently kissing your lips.

"Ravishing..." he whispered, taking in every detail of your sweaty face. "I wish to present myself to your mother as a suitor. I do not intend to let any other man touch my sweet little thing.”

Your eyes watered at the talking, your hands placed on your mouth to hide your surprise. “Alexei… Alexei, is it real? What made you change your mind?’

“Nothing.” He simply replied, smiling at your emotionally amused reaction, his own heart giggling at the moment. “You’re mine now, you’ll wear sapphires in the morning and blue diamonds at night, so everyone knows you’re my woman. you will be elevated to the position you deserve. High. Adored. A muse. Come on, get ready. We have an announcement to make.”

[letsgetrowdy43]

The things I do for you—

Jack Hughes x reader

requested by the lovely @toasttt11: 🐞 "you're blind- you're so blind! why would i even do half the things that i do for you for anybody if i wasn't head over heels for them!" this feels like so jack idk why! but anyways whatever you want to write lovely ! i don’t know how much ideas or suggestions you like in your requests so I’ll just keep it simple! but oc is totally fine i love oc’s but x reader is totally good too!

warnings/notes: I did a similar one to this a few months ago, so I switched around who said the dialogue!! Kinda loved making this, so thank you so so much for the request, my love!! As for warnings, there is swearing and alcohol consumption!

Rowan’s summer celly!!

There was something never endingly painful about being in love with a boy whose head was so far in the clouds.

Jack's best friend has been at the brunt of the heartbreak for too long, watching from afar as he basically lusted over other women, waiting for the moment he would finally see her.

The summer was always her favourite time because it was four blissful months dedicated to friends and family time, trips around North America, days on the lake, and nights surrounded by laughter.

The lake house was the holy grail of the quintessential Hughes summer; it was the home base and the highlight of the summer.

This year, they were kicking off the summer with a private party for close friends only. All their best friends from childhood into their adulthood, who were within a close radius of Michigan, were in attendance, meaning the house was packed. Most of Luke and Quinn's college buddies showed up, Jack's USNTDP friends were making an appearance, and even her closest friends from both university and high school were stopping in to kick off the off-season.

The country music had never been louder, the drinks felt never ending, and the conversations and catching up was flowing.

Which had led Josh Norris to the girl's side, a man who had always been in her corner, in a platonic way that sometimes blurred the lines of something a little more sexual. He awkwardly held his beer in his hand, the other wrapped around the girl's shoulder as they chatted with Quinn and his girlfriend, who was finally meeting the people closest to him.

Jack's attention was caught from across the kitchen at the sound of his best friend's more than adorable cackle. A laugh that felt almost sacred to him His eyes zeroed in on her, Josh's hand firmly now on her lower back as he whispered in her ear.

To most, it would have looked innocent, maybe a little too friendly, but Jack's ears immediatley began to ring.

The pit in his stomach growing as he watched her stare up at the older boy, her stare almost angelic before she raised herself up on her tiptoes to whisper something back to Josh.

In seconds, he was walking towards the group, greeting his brother and his girl friend who he had deemed almost too sweet for his grump of a brother before looking at his best friend who almost stiffened as if she had been caught.

"Everything okay, Jack?" she said, taking a sip of her drink before he nodded. "I'm fine, can we talk for a sec?" he nodded to the back deck, away from the crowd.

She, of course, agreed, a trait many of the boys would say was her downfall. Too easy to give in to Jack's will, too quick to put his needs before her own pleasure.

His ex had once described it as pathetic, Luke and Quinn thought of it as her loving demeanour.

When they got outside, her hands instinctively moved to cover herself up from the chill, "Is something on your mind J?"

It took him a second to find the words. He truly had no plan to pull away from her conversation, but seeing her in a position that almost felt reverent.

"Are you trying to sleep with josh?"

A loud laugh left her lips as her eyes narrowed at the seriousness on his face, like he was trying to be mad at her for something that was entirely not his business.

"I'm not, but if i was it would be none of your buisness." she said sternly, her crossed arms tightening aorund her as a signifier of her dissaprroval of his tone.

He immediately just went into defence, "You can't seriously be thinking about doing that?" "I just told you I wasn't, Josh and I have always been friends. And who are you to tell me who and who I can't sleep with?"

Her eyes were fuelled by some sort of deeper anger that had Jack speechless, his mouth open to say something but not a word had left.

"I'm being serious Jack, ever since highschool I have been playing wingman for you and your array of girls, and I'm glad to do it, cause I want to see you happy and you deserve all of that love," she began to choke up at the thought of being that girl in the sidelines, just waiting for him to even glance at her with the sliver of light he had given to other girls in the past. "Why can't you do that for me, Jack? Let me feel like I'm allowed to be happy, and hell, maybe even find someone who likes me!"

"I really can't do that."

She shook her head at his confession, "It's selfish, you're selfish"

"You can't be mad at me for that!"

"I can, and I am because you're blind- you're so blind, Jack!" Her tears of frustration started as she watched his brows furrow. "I don't understand what you're trying to tell me." "I'm mad because I put everyone's needs before my own, especially yours. Even when it comes to you and your love life, at the expense of mine," she huffed, frustration tightening her chest as confusion remained on his face. 

"Why would I do half the things I do for you, for anyone, if I wasn't head over heels for them?" his mouth fell slightly agape as her hands wiped away her tears.

"And I'm not expecting you to understand that, or coddle me. I just want you to let me be happy, and—"

She was cut off by the crushing press of his chapped lips against hers. His hands cupped the sides of her face as her hands fisted the soft fabric of his sweater.

She froze.

only for a second before she melted into his frame, head dizzy at the feeling of his lips, which were rough and almost shocked, like he hadn’t planned this either, but his grip on her face was steady. Certain.

When he finally pulled back, their foreheads rested against each other, both of them breathless, suspended in a fragile space between everything they hadn’t said and everything they just had.

His thumb swiped across the tear-stained skin of her cheeks before dropping them to pull her into a soul-crushing hug. her head tucked under his chin as he held her for what felt like the first time.

"You," she whispered into his chest, barely able to find her voice. "Why right now?"

Jack pulled away just slightly, eyes flicking over her face, desperate to read her reaction even though he barely understood his own thoughts. "Because it’s always been you, you have always been there," he said. "I just didn’t know how to see it until you said it out loud."

She let out a broken laugh, her hands still gripping his sweater like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. "You’re an idiot," she murmured. "I know."

[cinder-stella]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞 :3

<MDNI>fluff, slice of life, soft core dad energy<MDNI>

kento, satoru, toji, hiromi, suguru

Everyone knows that once you have a baby, your time stops being your own.

You were covered in dried breast milk, spit-up, and the faint scent of baby products. All you wanted was one precious hour to unwind, take a bath, and pretend that you were still a single woman living alone, sipping wine on a Saturday evening with not a burp rag in sight.

Your husband had offered to take the baby off your hands for a while, and you couldn’t have said yes faster. You pictured yourself with a romance novel, flickering candles around a marble tub and bubbles rising as you submerged yourself in warmth and silence.

So, after handing over the baby, you disappeared behind the bathroom door, practically squealing with glee—leaving behind one child, five realities, and a quiet hope that no one would start crying or burn the house down.

Across separate timelines held together by sheer willpower and baby rags, five very different men look down at the same tiny, expressive baby.

And whether they admit it or not, they all have the same thought- “Okay. I got this.”

KENTO

Kento has a system built on months of observations and failed attempts.

Bath, lotion, pajamas, story. Very simple. Very efficient.

…Except tonight, for some unknown reason, the baby is ferociously and almost spiritually obsessed with his hair.

“Darling, please,” he says calmly, peeling her tiny, damp, and unreasonably strong fingers from his fringe for the fourth time as he buttons her onesie with surgeon-level precision. “If you let Dada finish the bedtime routine, I’ll let you have a few strands to sleep with.”

She squeals, completely unmoved by reason or logic. Her entire soul is locked onto Kento’s soft, neat, dirty blond hair. She fusses briefly, offended that she’s being restrained—then suddenly launches forward like a baby wrecking ball. Forehead, cheeks, and nose collide with his scalp in full-body commitment. Her fist remains firmly clamped around a chunk of his fringe as she buries her entire face into his head like an aggressive koala.

“Okay—ow, no—”

He freezes. Her mouth is wide open, her soft little gums press against his hairline like it’s her favorite puree.

“Are you this naughty with your mother?” he mutters, lifting her like a loaf of bread and gently adjusting her onesie, while she squeals in triumph and brandishes a rogue lock of his hair between her little fingers.

“Fine, have it your way,” he sighs, kissing her cheek. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

They finish the bedtime routine on her terms—his hair slightly tousled, her completely triumphant.

SATORU

Satoru is multitasking.

The baby is tucked securely under one arm like a football. Her feet are dangling, a pacifier in her mouth—she’s absolutely chilling. He’s stretched out on the couch, watching a gameplay video on his phone with the intensity usually reserved for life-or-death situations.

“Okay, watch this, squirt,” he murmurs, tipping the phone slightly toward her as the YouTuber pulls off a brutal finisher in Street Fighter. “That’s how Daddy used to fight back in the day.”

She blinks up at him, entirely unimpressed. The pacifier bobs in her mouth.

Satoru grins. “We’re bonding. You don’t even know it.”

For a moment, all is peaceful. Just a man, his child, and a video of two people absolutely obliterating each other at 60 frames per second.

Then the pacifier slips out of her mouth.

plop.

There was one haunting second of silence. Then—WAIL.

Satoru instantly panics. “Whoa whoa whoa, okay, this is a crisis, i’ll never make it in time, this is the end—”

He scrambles, balancing her under one arm while reaching between couch cushions. For a man that once fought a curse while blindfolded, Satoru sure had a hard time finding a pacifier under his own butt.

He finally grabs it, holds it up like a trophy, then pauses.

It has lint. Dog hair? Something that might be a piece of nerds candy.

He looks at her. She’s sniffling now. Absolutely wounded and betrayed. Gojo sighs, looks at the pacifier, then at the sink. Then back at the pacifier.

“Question is…do I wash it or suck it clean like a real dad?” he mutters.

She lets out another sniffle. Time is running out.

He pops it in his own mouth, makes a face, gives it a quick swirl then offers it back to her and hopes that she’ll accept it.

She does. She calms instantly and sinks back into his side like nothing happened.

Satoru grins. “See? Problem-solved. I’m a great ass dad.”

TOJI

Toji is just trying to eat.

Nothing fancy, just a sandwich he’s been thinking about since noon. Something greasy, toasty, filled with bacon and cheesy goodness.

The baby is sitting in her little bouncer nearby, all chubby cheeks and big eyes. Completely harmless, right?

WRONG.

He unwraps the sandwich. Takes one bite and closes his eyes.

Perfection.

Then—A tiny, high-pitched “Eh!”

He opens one eye.

She’s staring directly at him with her hands clenched and knees twitching.

Toji chews slowly. “No,” he says flatly.

She lets out a louder “AAH!”

“Kid, you don’t even have teeth.”

She kicks her feet, furious now. The betrayal is palpable.

“This is mine,” he says, lifting the sandwich protectively. “Yours is… breastmilk. Or mush. Or air. I don’t know what babies eat after six.”

Her face crumples and forms into that cute pout that absolutely nobody could resist.

He groans and tears off a microscopic piece of bread and gives it to her like an offering to a very powerful and very unreasonable queen.

She takes it. She looks at it, then immediately drops it.

She squeals in triumph. Toji stares at the fallen crumb.

“You little gremlin.”

She laughs. She knows what she’s done.

He grumbles and tears off another piece, this time slightly larger, and watches her mash it in her mouth with barely any coordination.

She was content—happy, satisfied, not screaming.

And okay…maybe he kind of likes that weird gurgly giggle she does when she’s proud of herself.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, giving her another piece.

HIROMI

The baby is propped in the crook of his arm, bottle in hand. He’s freshly changed into a cardigan that somehow makes him look even more competent and beside him sits a very specific book: Baby’s First Legal Concepts.

He clears his throat. “Let’s begin.”

She’s already drinking, eyes fluttering half-closed but Hiromi persists.

“‘A is for Acquittal,’” he reads solemnly. “When a person is found not guilty of a crime they were charged with. Acquittal.”

She makes a soft gurgling sound, milk dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

Hiromi nods. “Exactly. That’s called due process. Keeps things fair.”

He gets to the section on ‘Contempt of Court’ before realizing she’s fully asleep, bottle barely hanging on in her grip, drool soaking into his sleeve.

He sighs and gently shifts her, tapping her back in a slow rhythm.

“That’s fair. No one should have to hear about courtroom manners before bedtime,” he murmurs, kissing the side of her head.

She snores softly.

“Smart girl,” he adds. “Knows when to tune out the system.”

SUGURU

Suguru walks slow laps around the backyard. The baby is strapped snug against his chest in a floral sling that someone (not him) insisted was “gender neutral.”

He hums a tune—low, rhythmic and just a little off-key. The baby rests her head against his chest with an overly dramatic sigh.

“Your mom needed a break,” he murmurs. “And I needed...well, I needed this. Just me n’ you.”

Crickets chirp. The stars are peeking through the wispy clouds in the sky. Somewhere, a neighbor’s cat yowls like it’s just as overwhelmed as Suguru by the softness of it all.

After a few more laps and one brief pause where he takes her tiny hand and waves it at the moon, he looks down. She’s out cold, thumb in mouth—peace personified.

He kisses the top of her head. “My beautiful girl.”

When you emerge…

Your skin is soft, your hair smells like vanilla and coconut and you’ve remembered—however briefly—that you are a human being and not just a food source in a mumu.

Each man greets you the same way, in their own particular voice with the baby cuddled close-“She was perfect. Just like you.”

And for the first time in a while, it really does feel like everything is exactly as it should be.

ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊˚

[rainrot4me]

It's been kind of stormy (like flash floods and tornado warnings kind) where I'm at and so I was wondering how you HC Toby, Jeff, Tim, etc during one of those huge (and scary) thunderstorms?

Ahh! Stay safe!!

── .✦

✦ . jeff the killer

Thrives in the chaos.

Jeff is unbothered by the storm—actually, he kind of loves it. The power outages, the flickering lightning, the chance to wander outside when everyone else is hiding? That’s his kind of night.

He might disappear during the worst of it just to roam around and “enjoy the ambience,” but if you’re scared, he’ll post up on the couch with you, arms thrown behind his head, acting all nonchalant.

“What? It’s just rain. Chill. Unless you want me to tell you the story of the last time lightning hit a guy’s spine. That one’s real fun.”

✦ . ticci toby

High anxiety, low sleep.

Loud thunder and intense wind? It sets him off. His senses are already heightened, so the constant pressure, flashes, and rumbles make it hard for him to relax. He paces. Taps. Fidgets like crazy.

You’ll likely find him on the floor with his hoodie over his head, chewing on a hoodie string or knuckles tapping fast. He won’t admit he’s scared—but if you hold his hand? He’ll squeeze back.

“I’m not scared, it’s j-just loud. And fa-fast. And my heart’s doing that thing again. Sh-Shut up. Don’t laugh.”

✦ . eyeless jack

Oddly calm, almost serene.

Jack gets quiet and reflective when storms hit. He doesn’t mind them—it reminds him of being human. Of long nights stuck indoors. If you’re afraid, he’ll sit with you and talk in that deep, soothing voice.

Blankets, low light, the sound of rain drumming against the windows—he becomes surprisingly gentle during these moments. If you can’t sleep, he’ll read aloud or just hold you while the storm passes.

“It’s only water and pressure. Let it pass. I’ve weathered worse. You’re safe here.”

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Overly alert, stress levels high.

Thunderstorms make Tim hypervigilant. He’s constantly checking windows, unplugging appliances, walking the perimeter. It’s less about fear and more about control—he needs to do something to soothe all the anxious energy.

If you’re scared, he’ll bring you to the safest corner of the house, hand you water, and wrap an arm around you without saying much. It’s protective instinct kicking in.

“We’re good. Power’s out? Fine. Got flashlights, got food. You? You’re staying right here, with me.”

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

Ghost mode.

Brian becomes quiet and watchful during storms. He’s used to navigating in the dark and doesn’t mind a power outage—it gives him an excuse to slow down. You’ll usually find him on the porch.

He’ll sit beside you with a candle lit, sipping coffee, letting you curl up under his hoodie if the sound is overwhelming. If there’s a tornado warning, he’s already got the emergency kit packed.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you. If we need to move, I’ll let you know. Just breathe. We’re okay.”

✦ . kate the chaser

Tense but collected.

Kate’s fight-or-flight is always close to the surface. A massive storm doesn’t scare her—but it does put her on high alert. She’ll take care of what needs to be done, snapping orders if needed.

If you’re visibly upset, she’ll settle in next to you and let you cling. She won’t admit it, but your fear makes her softer.

“I’ll keep watch. You sleep. If anything gets too close, I’ll be sure to get us out.”

✦ . ben drowned

Annoyed and glitchy.

Ben is furious when the power goes out because—no WiFi. No console. No screens. The storm fries his nerves, especially if there’s flickering that disrupts his internal “frequency.”

He might pace like a cat, trying to distract himself with cards or dumb games on his phone. But if you’re scared? He’ll roll his eyes and pull you close, muttering about how “it’s just wind” while secretly comforting you. If lightning ever hits, it’s fun to watch his pixels spazz out for a minute.

“Ugh. I swear if this storm bricks my backup files again, I’m gonna scream. But yeah, sure, come here. I’ll keep you warm—whatever.”

✦ . clockwork

Calm, focused, takes charge.

Natalie has that calm, “big sister energy” when things go bad. She immediately makes sure everyone’s okay—locates batteries, locks windows, pulls you away from anything dangerous.

You won’t even realize how scared you are until she’s got your face cupped in her hands, checking your eyes and making you sit down and breathe.

“Storms come and go, baby. But I don’t. Sit tight. I’ve got this. You just stick with me, okay?”

✦ . laughing jack

Unpredictable.

Jack either loves storms because they’re loud, theatrical, and chaotic—or he goes eerily silent and curls up in a corner like a traumatized cat.

If it’s one of his good days, he’ll be watching the lightning flash like it’s fireworks, making jokes to calm you down. On bad days? He needs the affection. Needs you grounding him.

“Boom! Nature’s having a tantrum! …What, scared? I’ll hold your hand if you hold mine, sweetheart.”

✦ . slenderman

Completely unbothered, weirdly serene.

The storm doesn’t touch him. The wind won’t enter his forest unless he wills it. But if you’re affected, he will appear silently beside you, energy swirling slightly, and place a hand on your back.

He won’t speak unless necessary. He simply exists as a protective presence—watching, listening, shielding.

“Rest. I will not allow the world to harm you tonight.”

꩜ .ᐟ