#where she can really express herself and decorate

[screenviolense]

me: well time to make ivy's little cottage house! can't wait to design her place me: spends the entire time making the "guest" bedroom that hortensia would stay in when visiting because ivy is actual the best half sister in the world

[hypnagogics]

You should definitely write for Vi bc oml she’s so fine 😮‍💨

DO U EVEN KNOW THE WAY IM TWEAKIN OVER HER like omfg. my poor moots getting bombarded with fucking piles of edits upon edits of her and my thirsty comments...yeah...i gotchu, you don't needa ask me twice ♡ tbh feel like this is one of the better short smutty thingies i've written, lol. it was really fun.

nsfw drabble—dom!vi + spit kink. originally i was gonna make this three smaller blurbs, but decided to just smash em all into one longer drabble situation. cw: praise, bossy vi, finger sucking (r! receiving), oral (v! receiving), vi bush mention RAHHHH, yapping... yk how it is by now. + 1.1k wc.

you were gazing up at her with watery eyes, kneeling by vi's seated form, trying your hardest to ignore the deafening ache between your thighs.

vi is loving, and she knows how to treat you well. she always provides you with tons of care and happiness, however—she also possesses a dirty side to her.

a bandaged hand swipes at the bottom of your chin, her thumb prodding at your pursed lips. there was a smirk playing on her scarred lips, her powder-blue eyes twinkling with pure lust at the scenario playing out before her.

“open.” she says roughly, and who are you to deny her? you were willing to take anything she'd give you, so you obediently part your lips, allowing her to fully push her digit inside your hot mouth.

almost instinctively, your puffy lips wrap around her thumb and you begin to suck, your eyes rolling ever so slightly at the taste of her salted skin. she hums, “atta girl—keep going. just like that, until i say you can stop, alright?” you open your eyes and nod in approval, wishing to commit her expression to memory.

see, vi wasn't one of those mean, degrading doms with an icy exterior who get off on hurting you an excessive amount, and in moments like this where she's got you in a position of submission under her, her natural “switchiness” peeks through. you see it in the way her throat bobs as she swallows, her unsteady, shallow breathing coming out in rasps, and the distinct furrow in her flaming brows while she struggles to maintain eye contact. regardless, you both enjoy toying around with various dynamics, she makes it fun.

you get lost in a daydream while staring into her eyes, but are startled out of it when she strongly presses down on your wet tongue, and pushes her thumb further inward until you gag.

it surprises you, but you know she would never overdo things. tears well up in your eyes, their presence only widening her voracious grin.

then she soothes, her now-soft voice caressing your ears, “exactly, just like that. good job, baby. you're so perfect f'me—yeahhh.” she continues rolling her thumb around your wet muscle, every so often dragging the pad of her finger over the ridges of your teeth, then pushing experimentally up against the roof of your mouth.

saliva has been gathering all this time, and she hasn't given you a moment to swallow it, so it dribbles out of your mouth and down your chin, decorating your chest as it slides down your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps along its path.

her face gets impossibly redder as she observes the sight, still while playing with—rather, using—your mouth. her movements speed up a touch, and she triggers your gag reflex once more before abruptly stopping. she pulls her hand out of your mouth with a pop, and throws her head back as she tries to steady her breathing. “you're so fuckin’ hot, god—i can't.”

you smile up at her, reveling in her break of character and being pleased with yourself. she's panting, and examines her hand; it's shiny and dripping with your spit, she's mesmerized by the sparkle it emits in the low light. her periwinkle eyes gloss over and suddenly there's a flash of fabric flying by, and you realize she has undressed herself in one fluid motion, throwing everything on her bottom half across the room. she’s so desperate, you can’t help but sneer at her horny distress, even though technically you were the one being overpowered.

your eyes drop, meeting a wild tangle of vermillion and crimson, her muscular thighs separating east and west to make space for you.

she leans back and gently nudges your head towards her tender, drooling core, her chest heaving at the way you're just melting under her touch. turning to jelly, you let her guide you where she wants. needs.

vi groans quietly, her breath hitching, “c'mon angel, you know what to do.” and you very much did. with her assistance, you advance and bury your face in her center, tongue finding her scarlet pearl—twitching and ready for you to obliterate.

you flick, you suck, and you moan at the heavenly taste of her essence, revel in the noises she's producing above you. she pulls you further in, bucking her hips frantically to chase your skilled mouth. you push your tongue inside her quivering hole as far as it'll go, taking as much of her in your mouth as you can, and ignoring the lack of oxygen you're experiencing—you would be more than pleased if you were lucky enough to die this way.

she's watching you intently through half-lidded eyes, chewing on her rosy lips. when you meet her gaze from in between her legs, her face contorts and she releases a guttural whine, more slick leaking from her and filling your hard-at-work mouth.

her grip on your hair tightens and her abs tense, providing you with an image that's worthy of a climax just on its own. her head falls back, her lips parting to allow for pretty, high pitched and pathetic pleas to grace your ears. “ple—please baby, just like that. you're so fuckin' good, don't you dare stop—ah!”

without any warning she makes a vulgar mess of your face, the vice grip on your crown causing you to wince, but just as she requests, you don't dare move.

you tilt your head to get a better angle, practically making out with her swollen pussy. you drink up her cum, the near-sickly sweetness clouding your mind, coating your thoughts in a drunken haze.

the high is rippling through her at such an intensity her loud moans are replaced with pornographic whimpers, the sensations utterly ruining her. she squirms and arches, caging your head between her thighs until she gasps.

"hah—okay, okay, oh—fuck.” she stutters while she pushes you away, the tremor in her body evident. you sit back and examine your work, feeling proud of yourself, her fucked-out condition proving you did a good job.

she's sprawled on the bed like a starfish, still trying to slow her racing heart but manages to chuckle, basking in the aftershocks of a mind-melting session.

her words are slurred, yet satisfied. “did so good, that was so good…love your mouth s'much babe.”

you guffaw, and throw at her through chuckles, “i know, i am the best.” that sends her into a fit of giggles as well, and once she's calmed down she confirms.

“yeah, you really are.”

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[moonlightwritingf1]

A Christmas Crush | LN4

°❆⛄⋆.ೃ࿔🦌*:･❄️ summary ━━━━━━━ At Lando’s holiday party, Y/N, overwhelmed by her crush on him, retreats to the kitchen. Max teases her about it, and Lando overhears, confessing that he feels the same.

°❆⛄⋆.ೃ࿔🦌*:･❄️ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

°❆⛄⋆.ೃ࿔🦌*:･❄️ word count ━━━━━━━ 1.3k

The soft hum of Christmas carols filled the air, the familiar warmth of holiday cheer weaving itself into every corner of Lando’s home. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, casting a golden glow over the bustling rooms. Laughter and the gentle clink of glasses echoed from the living room, where friends chatted and sipped mulled wine. Plates of festive treats circulated, filling the house with the scent of cinnamon and chocolate. Lando had truly outdone himself this year, hosting what could only be described as the quintessential holiday party.

Yet despite the festive atmosphere, Y/N found herself tucked away in the kitchen, seeking refuge from the swirling emotions she’d carried with her all evening.

The heat from the oven warmed the space, a stark contrast to the crisp winter air outside. She stood by the counter, meticulously arranging cookies on a cheerful platter decorated with snowflakes and holly. Her fingers brushed against a stray sprinkle, and with a soft huff, she flicked it off.

“Maybe I’ll just stay in here all night,” she muttered under her breath. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the party—she did—but the sight of Lando, effortlessly charming as he floated from group to group, had her chest in a constant state of tightness. It was easier to busy herself in the kitchen than risk another encounter with him.

Leaning casually against the counter was Max Fewtrell, Lando’s best friend, and current observer of her transparent escape tactics. Max raised his mug of hot cocoa to his lips, watching her with a grin that suggested he had long since caught on to her behavior.

“You know, you’re really bad at hiding,” he teased, his voice light but laced with amusement.

Y/N sighed, not bothering to look up. “I’m not hiding. I’m… contributing.” She waved a hand toward the cookie platter as if that were a reasonable defense for her self-imposed exile.

Max snorted, setting his mug down on the counter. “Right. Because cookies are obviously the reason you’ve been holed up in here for the last twenty minutes.” He straightened, crossing his arms as his grin widened. “You’re definitely not avoiding the guy you’ve been staring at all night, then?”

Her cheeks flushed as she shot him a glare. “I have not been staring!”

“Oh, you absolutely have,” Max countered, clearly enjoying her discomfort. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you strategically positioning yourself under the mistletoe earlier. Subtle move, by the way.”

Y/N groaned, leaning against the counter and covering her face with her hands. “Okay, fine! Maybe I’ve been staring. And maybe I did stand under the mistletoe a little longer than necessary. But can you blame me?” Her voice dropped into a soft grumble. “I mean, look at him.”

Max raised an eyebrow, his grin turning into a smirk. “Oh, I’ve looked, trust me. But you don’t need to convince me. He’s your crush, not mine.”

She threw her hands up in frustration. “It’s not just a crush! He’s—” The words seemed to tumble out faster than she could stop them. “I mean, who wouldn’t fall for him? He’s sweet, funny, and ridiculously good-looking. It’s like he was designed to ruin me.”

The air in the kitchen shifted, and Max’s expression suddenly morphed from amused to alarmed. His eyes darted behind her, and Y/N’s stomach dropped. Slowly, she registered a faint sound—a throat clearing.

Time slowed.

She didn’t want to turn around. She didn’t want to face the reality of what she already knew. But curiosity, or maybe sheer dread, compelled her to glance over her shoulder.

There he was.

Lando leaned casually against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest and a mischievous grin playing at his lips. The golden glow of the fairy lights danced over his features, highlighting his tousled curls and sharp jawline. His dimpled smile sent her heart into a frantic rhythm, and the chaotic mess of butterflies in her stomach threatened to consume her whole.

“How much of that did you hear?” she stammered, her voice barely audible over the roar of her own heartbeat.

Lando’s grin widened as he pushed off the doorframe, taking a step closer. “Enough to know I need to start hanging out in the kitchen more.”

Y/N froze, her pulse hammering in her ears. Beside her, Max gave an awkward cough, grabbed the cookie platter, and mumbled something about needing to “check on the party.” In a flash, he disappeared, leaving her alone with Lando.

She barely registered his departure. Her focus was solely on Lando, who stood there, his expression unreadable save for the lingering amusement in his eyes.

“Uh, I didn’t—” she started, fumbling for an excuse, but he interrupted her with a soft laugh.

“Relax,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “You don’t have to explain anything.”

But that only made the heat in her cheeks burn hotter. “I wasn’t— I mean, I didn’t mean it like—”

“Didn’t mean it?” Lando tilted his head slightly, regarding her with mock seriousness. “So, you’re saying I’m not sweet, funny, and ridiculously good-looking?”

She groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Okay, fine. I said it. Are you happy now?”

“Very,” he replied, his voice softening as he took another step toward her. She peeked through her fingers, and he was suddenly much closer, his grin no longer teasing but warm. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad I overheard.”

Her heart stuttered. Slowly, she lowered her hands. “You are?”

“Yeah,” he said, leaning back against the counter beside her. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you I like you for weeks. I didn’t think I’d get lucky enough for you to beat me to it.”

For a moment, she was sure she had misheard him. Her breath caught, and she blinked, trying to process his words. “Wait, what? You like me?”

Lando chuckled, his dimples deepening as he reached out to brush a stray sprinkle off her sleeve. “Yeah, I do. And now that I know the feeling’s mutual…” He trailed off, his eyes flicking upward.

She followed his gaze and froze. The infamous mistletoe dangled precariously above them, swaying slightly as if mocking her. Her breath hitched, and she glanced back at Lando, her nerves threatening to spiral out of control.

But he didn’t seem nervous. Instead, he gave her a soft, almost shy smile. “Looks like the mistletoe finally worked in your favor.”

Her cheeks burned, but this time, she didn’t let herself overthink it. “Yeah,” she murmured, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I guess it did.”

Lando stepped closer, his hand brushing hers as he leaned in. The world seemed to hold its breath, the chaos of the party fading into the background as his lips met hers. The kiss was gentle and warm, a perfect moment wrapped in the glow of fairy lights and the lingering scent of cookies.

When he pulled back, his grin was wider than ever, his voice teasing as he asked, “So, do I live up to the hype?”

She laughed, the tension that had plagued her all night melting away. “Sweet, funny, ridiculously good-looking… yeah, I’d say you do.”

The rest of the night passed in a blur of smiles and stolen glances. Lando stayed close, his hand brushing hers every chance he got, as if anchoring the newfound connection between them.

As the clock struck midnight and the party began to wind down, Y/N found herself back in the kitchen, this time with Lando by her side. He leaned against the counter, watching her with a look of pure contentment.

“I’m glad you came tonight,” he said softly.

She smiled, glancing up at him. “Me too.”

And as the fairy lights twinkled around them, it felt like the start of something magical—a holiday memory they would both treasure forever.

[thefreakandthehair]

ornament.

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | prompts: ornament | wc: 999 | rating: teen & up | tags: eddie pov, eddie munson has a crush on steve harrington, the party, steve's nuggets (+ friends) love him so much, fluff, tree decorating, getting together

Eddie’s sitting on the couch with sweaty palms between Nancy and Steve with Robin to Steve’s right while the kids, including Will and El who’ve moved back to Indiana permanently, sit in a poorly constructed circle near the Christmas tree. 

The tree Steve hates. 

The reason Eddie’s palms are sweating. 

“I just hate this thing,” Steve had sighed as he flicked on the pre-lit white lights. “When I was a kid, I’d beg for the colored lights and when I’d make ornaments in school, mom would give me this polite smile and then I’d never see them on the tree anywhere. It’s always these stupid red and silver bulbs.”

It hadn’t taken much for Eddie to rally their friends and host an ornament painting party, everyone crammed into his trailer under threat of death if they blew the surprise, but now that’s it’s here, Eddie kind of wants to run and hide. 

What if he hates it? What if he thinks it’s stupid? 

Nancy knocks a knee against his and raises her eyebrows with a quiet smirk. Eddie nods, just one quick jerk of his chin, as his heart clatters in his chest and Nancy excuses herself. It’s telling, probably, that Eddie couldn’t keep the box of ornaments at his trailer because Steve spends too much there with him but Eddie’s too busy wiping his palms on the rough denim of his jeans to unpack that at the moment. 

“Where’s she going?” Steve asks. 

“We don’t need permission to go to the bathroom, do we?” Robin teases, uncharacteristically smooth in her distraction. 

Steve’s too busy needling her back to realize the front door opens and shuts, at least until Nancy comes back in with the shoebox she’d helped Eddie wrap.

“Oh my God, yes!” Dustin pipes up, spotting Nancy and whacking Lucas on the back. “Look!” 

“What—” Steve looks around in confusion, mainly down at the box that’s plopped in his lap. “What’s happening?” 

“Tell him, Eddie!” Max grins at Eddie, always a little too smart and observant for her own good. Or Eddie’s, for that matter. 

“Uh,” he stutters. “Well, we wanted to do something I guess, special? For you? It’s really nothing big but—”

“Will you stop underselling it?” Robin laughs. “It took me days to get that paint off my fingers. It was a big thing!” 

“Paint? What are you talking about?” Steve asks again, huffing. “None of your presents are ready yet, so we can put this under the tree or something and then—”

“Nope, you need this before Christmas. That’s the whole point,” Nancy chides, sitting back down next to Eddie. “Right, Eddie?”

“Yeah,” he nods, meeting Steve’s eyes with a blistering vulnerability he’s sure Steve can see, can maybe even feel with his thigh pressed against Eddie’s. “You should open it.” 

“Alright, alright,” Steve agrees, sliding a finger beneath the neatly folded paper, peeling back the tape and tossing the wrapping paper to the ground. “Did you guys get me new shoes?” 

“Just open it!” Robin snorts beside him and elbows him gently in the stomach. 

Eddie holds his breath and hopes he doesn’t pass out as Steve lifts the lid and finds the handmade ornaments carefully placed in the box. 

On top of strands of multi-colored lights sit a dozen ornaments with tiny hooks ready to be hung on branches. Lucas’ sits on top, painted to look like a basketball. Max’s is made to look like the nail bat he’d once used to save her life. Robin’s is an ice cream scoop with an anchor painted dead center. Dustin’s looks like a can of hairspray which Eddie still doesn’t completely understand but Dustin assured him that Steve would get it. Jonathan and Argyle’s pizza ornament, mailed from California. One after another, Steve pulls out ornament after ornament with splotchy paint by the people who love Steve more than they’ll ever begin to express. 

It’s silent and loud all at once as Eddie watches Steve pick each one up and run his fingers along the imperfections, pausing to pinch the bridge of his nose before he speaks. 

“You… you guys make these?” Steve finally asks; soft, hushed. 

“We did!” El offers with a cheery smile. “It was Eddie’s idea.” 

“Holy shit, this is…” Steve whips over to Eddie, and any nerves he has disappear. He can’t possibly hate it, can’t possibly think it’s stupid when he’s smiling ear to ear, his nose wrinkling from the force of it before he chokes out a laugh that sounds almost like a sob. “Thank you.”

Eddie swallows and feels the heat creeping from beneath his jacket collar. He shrugs and bumps their shoulders together, nods at the kids across the room. “They’re all such great little artists, aren’t they?”

He doesn’t speak for long seconds, staring directly at Eddie until Max, menace that she is, speaks up. 

“You guys can kiss after, okay? Can we decorate the tree now?” 

Oh, she’s never getting a ride to school from him again. 

“Okay, everyone come grab an ornament!” Robin claps her hands together and pats Steve on the back, winking at Eddie as she stands up. 

Neither Eddie nor Steve move.

At least, not until the kids have their backs turned with Robin and Nancy trying their hardest to wrangle the kids into wrapping the lights around the tree. Steve leans over, Eddie’s impression of the vest he’d once thrown at Steve— the same vest that tethered Eddie to life as he’d gripped it with bloody fingers while Steve carried him out of the Upside Down— resting in his palm. 

“You’re incredible, you know that?” Steve whispers, the back of his hand landing on Eddie’s thigh. “Seriously. I can’t tell you… this means a lot, man.” 

“They love you, Harrington,” Eddie tries for subtlety but that’s never been his strong suit. “We all do.”

“C’mon,” Steve nods at the tree, his smile reaching his eyes. “The quicker we get this done, the quicker we can prove Max right.” 

[malfoys-demigod]

Hiii I don’t know if you write these type of things but could you write a fluff where reader and Logan have a baby girl and their planning their birthday party with some of the X-men? Thanks!!

Planning for the baby girl’s 1st birthday party

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Logan Howlett x Reader

A/N: I kinda divided scenes into 2 scenarios and made the baby girl almost 1 year old! I hope that was okay, love! Enjoy!

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Preparations for the Cake:

“Would it be a cliche if we decided on strawberry cake since we’re throwing a birthday party for a baby girl?”

This was an important question asked by Rogue, who tasked herself with baking the cake.

You looked at Logan with an inquisitive look. This first birthday party for your child was sincerely important and as much as you wanted to throw a classic first birthday party, you somehow did not want to turn classic into typical.

“She does make a point, Logan.” You noted, putting a finger on your chin as you started brewing deep thoughts on a question Logan thought didn’t need much pondering.

“Doll, it’s not like she’s gonna remember the taste of her first birthday cake,” he chuckled lightly, hoping you wouldn’t take that comment seriously by any chance.

What he got in return was you, trying your best to pull off a serious look, but the corners of your mouth said something else. “You are definitely not getting any cake! AT ALL!”

Logan took a step closer, playing a better game than you with a better serious look. “Is that right, darl?”

As he was towering over you, unsure of whether to kiss you or just keep making you flustered, Rogue, forgetting about her two parent figures being right in front, made a really, really bad fake cough sound.

“Can’t you two continue that later? In your bedroom? I really need to know what to bake! Don’t you guys want to taste it out before the party?”

“Strawberry’s fine, Marie,” Logan murmured, planting a soft kiss on your forehead and breaking eye contact between the two of you to give a small nod to his daughter figure.

The decorations:

“Oh, aren’t these balloons just the cutest!” You said in awestruck.

Storm and Jean came back from shopping around town, buying all sorts of decorations from balloons, banners, balloons shaped into letters, etc.

They let you and Logan walk around the living room of the mansion alone, strategizing where to place all the newly-bought decorations.

Using your powers, you started floating around the room, drafting placements for the balloons first, placing them around the wall that included the fireplace while Logan was pumping air into the rest of the balloons.

As you placed some tape on the balloons, you heard a loud pop, followed by a loud, “SHIT!”, and… followed by another loud pop and same curse.

You looked down to the ground, seeing Logan standing with agitation on his face. He was looking around the two balloons he popped, now onto you as you flew towards him.

“Logan, hey,” you landed, walking to him, “Are you alright?”

You placed your hands on his face, cupping him with a concerned look on his face.

“Yeah, I think I made the balloons too big and they suddenly popped after that.”

It seemed Logan felt bad about the two wasted balloons. He looked down and muttered a small sorry, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

A small chuckle came out of your mouth, adoring your ‘tough guy’ significant other act so unease about such a small issue. “They were just two balloons, Logan,” you assured him, “How ‘bout I take over pumping out the last balloons for now and you can place the ready ones around, yeah?”

Logan expressed tenderness, smiling at his loved one and planting a short but loving kiss on your lips.

He turned around, picking up the balloons and placing them beside the ones you placed.

Before he could place more, he looked over to you as you were pumping air into the balloons and said, “Hey,” he said, getting your attention, “How’d I get so lucky?”

There was a twinkle in your eye as you heard his question, “You already know my answer, Logan.”

Logan turned around again, now smiling from ear to ear to himself, still unable to process the fact that he got an amazing woman by his side, and now.. an amazing little piece of him and his woman in the form of a dear baby girl.

Whether he was nonchalant about it or not, he’s been dying to throw his baby girl the best birthday party he and his significant other could ever give.

[lemonlover1110]

Girl Dad

Dad Series

Kento Nanami

Warnings: Pure Fluff

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Taking care of a baby and a five-year-old isn’t easy, but Kento has it covered. You have a bad cold, the man can’t let you near his daughters. You need to rest and he won’t risk having the girls sick. However, Kento didn’t realize how much of a handful they would be.

Suki herself is enough to fill up Kento’s plate, but having a ten-month-old baby on top of it makes his job even more difficult. Suki loves her little sister, don’t get her wrong, but she will ensure that she’s the favorite daughter even if that includes sabotaging a toddler. Kento knows it, that’s why he keeps his eyes on her.

But Kento can’t keep his eye on Suki at all times, especially when you’re sick. He’s trying to cook a nutritious meal, he can’t hold a baby that loves to touch everything. The easiest solution is to put her in her playpen while he gives Suki something to entertain herself with. It’s usually his phone, giving her a game to play before he begins his other duties.

Sometimes the phone isn’t enough to entertain her. Suki loves to wander around the house, painting on the walls, playing with your decoration, making “potions” with your lotions and perfumes– The list goes on. But sometimes all of that isn’t enough to entertain her.

“Daddy, can I paint your nails?” Suki asks, walking to the kitchen where Kento makes lunch for everyone. Soup for you, something bland for his picky daughters, and then something simple for himself. In other words, his hands are full.

“Later, Suki.” Is all he says, and Suki stomps her little feet, walking back to the living room with her kid nail polish. Her little arms are crossed, and she looks around for something to do, something that will express her anger. She looks down at her nail polish then she hears some cooing from the playpen, and a lightbulb turns on.

Not even five minutes pass, and Kento hears his eldest daughter yelling at the baby. He turns off the stove and walks to the living room to hear Suki yell, “Bad, Chichi! Bad!”

“She’s not a dog, Suki. That’s your baby sister.” Kento corrects her because Suki treats the baby as her dog. Kento walks over to the playpen, where Suki reprimands the baby. Suki’s nail polish is spilled in front of the baby, and before her chubby hands can lay on top of the puddle, Kento picks her up from the playpen. “What happened here?”

“I climbed into the pen to play with her but she grabbed my nail polish and started to throw it around. Like usual.” Suki is a great actress, sticking out her bottom lip and crossing her arms.

“Is that true Chichi?” Kento softens his voice while talking to the clueless, happy baby. She smiles, causing Kento to smile back at her. He kisses her chubby cheek before putting his attention back on Suki. He hates to reprimand her but he can’t let her get away with everything anymore. “I’m not a dumbass, Suki. You can start doing bad things and blame it on her when she’s two or three, right now that won’t work.”

“I’m telling the truth!” She claims, but Kento is hearing none of it. She knows it’s not believable but her daddy usually believes her every word, so she hoped this time around he would believe her again.

“Get out of there, Suki, and stop lying before I put you on timeout again.” Kento can’t believe the words he’s saying. Timeout? Really? He hates it, he’s supposed to support her with everything, not reprimand her.

“Can I go with mommy?”

“She’s sleeping. Now go sit down on the couch and wait for the food.” He’s very serious, she can tell, so she won’t challenge him anymore.

“Can I play with Chichi?” Suki asks as Kento walks back to the kitchen with the baby. He looks at his sweet smiley baby, who reminds him so much of Suki. And to think Suki blames everything on a replica of herself– But he reminds himself that he’s the reason she acts like a little brat.

“Next thing you’ll do is put your mother’s makeup on her, you’ll blame it on the baby and we all get yelled at. I won’t risk it.” He clicks his tongue. 

Kento has to find a way to get Suki to stop blaming everything on the baby, but he has a feeling that’ll take a while.

[dipperscavern]

Ok, just read your blurb about being Jessica’s assistant and being nicknamed baby.

What if the origin of baby was that someone was giving baby shit and someone else (Harvey perhaps) says the classic line “no one puts baby in the corner” when coming to her defense. Then it just kind of spirals from there and no one gives her shit again.

Also feel free to ignore this, literally just my first thought when reading your post!

oh my god. when i tell you i SCREAMED this is so genius & yummy.. PHEW. i know exactly what ur referencing ily & thank u so much for the ask! 🫶🏻

“I’m just saying, the assistant to the Jessica Pearson.. and your desk looks like this?”

you roll your eyes, the hint of a playful expression on your face. while you knew he wasn’t being completely serious, you liked your desk — pink things, trinkets, & personal touches all. you found decorating your desk as a fun way of personal expression, and you were so damn good at your job, jessica didn’t care.

“Would you like to re-decorate for me?”

your reply is dripping sarcasm, a playful tone in your voice that masks how you really feel. you look up at the few bored associates hanging around your desk, and they snicker at your reply.

“Yes I will, thank you. It’s.. something. Could use a more professional look.”

that makes you frown. something? more professional? what started out as a joke seemed more like a personal attack the more it went on. tom, the associate who’s mouth was moving, never seemed to know when to stop. you’re about to say something when a miracle in the flesh steps in your line of sight — harvey specter.

it’s ironic, really. he radiates business when the very reason he came over to your desk was to shoo off the associates bothering you. he looks around to the people that have now stiffened up in his presence, and he gives them an almost confused look.

“And what the hell are you doing?”

tom swallows. “Just- messing around. Sir.”

“What?” harvey looks around. “What’s wrong, you.. don’t like her desk? Is that the nationwide issue we’re facing today?”

you look up at harvey, a faux expression of sympathy on your face. “He doesn’t like the color pink, sir.”

that makes harvey’s brow raise, for two reasons. one, his associates shouldn’t have the time to be complaining about any colors. & two, you’ve been on a first name basis with harvey for a year. he doesn’t mind people calling him sir, but he definitely does mind when it’s you, batting your lashes & giving him a look thats sure to distract him for the rest of the day.

“You shouldn’t have time to worry about the color pink. Time is money, money is time, and if you have time to complain then your workload must not be large enough to satiate your.. innate genius.”

harvey pulls out his cellphone while talking, as if he couldn’t be bothered to give them the time of day — which he really can’t. he’s not really typing anything, but they’ll never know that.

“Don’t be sad she’s not as miserable as the rest of you. Get back to work.”

mumbles of “yes sir” can be heard throughout the office as they move to gather their things & get up, obeying the order given to them with only slight disdain.

“Thanks, Harvey.”

he reaches for the two-pack of oreos on your desk, grabbing one & handing it back to you.

“Nobody puts baby in the corner.”

this makes your brows furrow as you smile, & he bites into his cookie as you reach for yours. he quickly notices the look on your face.

“What?”

“Dirty dancing?”

he gives you a look of his own. “Sir?”

you smile as he walks away, getting back to work of his own. & you fail to notice the associates ears tuned into your small conversation as you bite into your cookie. hey, what’s the worst that could happen?

“Thanks, Baby.”

“Hey, Baby, could you-“

“Where’s Baby?”

“I need this for Baby.”

you stand corrected. jessica pearson herself joins in after a mere day. “Baby, I need you to reschedule that meeting with Mr. Sawyer. Give him my sincerest apologies- I gotta run.”

“Yes ma’am.”

she quickly gathers her things & leaves, in a rush to complete her full schedule. once she’s gone, you put your head in your hands, sighing. your official nickname is baby.

and you like it.

[sweetcyberangel]

Baby, I'm yours

Bouncer!Abby x Reader > PART ONE Synopsis: Abby takes you on a date <3 tags/Warnings: 1.6k words, fluff fluff fluff, there’s a bottle of wine, Abby rides a motorbike, reciprocated lesbian pining, there’s like a tiny bit of sexual tension, they kiss!! This is so self indulgent.

Every notification that ran through Abby’s apartment sent her rushing over to her phone, face dropping in disappointment each time. Biting her lip, she scolds herself for being so impatient after only meeting you the night before. I mean, who is to say you even want to message her? You were still a bit hazy at the time she said goodbye and maybe you woke up and realized you had no interest in her. With a frustrated groan she plops down on her couch, laying her head on the back of it to stare blankly at the ceiling. Why can she not get you out of her head? 

The entire morning you had been pacing back and forth in your bedroom, your socks padding against the floors with each step. Seriously, why was this so difficult? She clearly was interested in you; otherwise, why would she have given you her number? Sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for your phone, you stare at the screen in an attempt to will yourself into just sending the message. Your fingers reach for her contact, dancing along the keyboard. Typing, deleting, typing, deleting. Every message either came out weird or too forward or seemingly uninterested. Seriously, it's been WAY too long since you’ve been into anyone. 

Finally you settled on a simple “hey! it’s the girl from last night, thanks for the ride home”. A reply gets sent back almost instantly. 

Hearing another notification, Abby pushes down the excitement bubbling up, telling herself to stop being so desperate but when she sees a text from an unknown number, she leaps to answer it. “Hey!! It’s really no problem, I’m glad you got home safe :)” 

A week of exchanging messages back and forth, gradually getting to know one another through gentle questions and sweet remarks ends with Abby finally asking the question she’s wanted to ask since you both started talking. 

“Hey, no pressure of course but if you are free any time soon i’d love to take you on a date”

“i’d love to! i’m free tomorrow?” 

“Sounds perfect, can I pick you up at 4? I have somewhere I’d love to take you.”

The following evening arrives in a flurry of butterflies residing permanently in your stomach. You smooth out your dress for the hundredth time, glancing between your reflection in the mirror and phone lighting up with a text from Abby. 

“On my way now, see you soon :)” 

Your heart hammers in your chest at the thought of seeing her again, though this time under intentional circumstances. 

Around twenty minutes later a gentle knock sounds at the door. Taking a steadying breath you mentally prepare yourself, straightening your posture before swinging the door open smoothly. Abby stands before you, hands stuffed hesitantly into the pockets of her leather jacket. Your eyes scan over her, her features are softer in the daylight. You can see the freckles on her pale cheeks that weren’t visible the night you had met. 

“Hey” she smiles, tone gentle and timid in contrast to her tough exterior. You return her smile. “Hi! come in while I grab what I need.” Stepping aside you allow her room to enter, closing the door behind her broad frame. 

Abby rocks on her heels, eyes wandering your home, taking in the decorations you have around. Her eyes land on a picture of you and - who she assumes - are your friends. A small “cute” is mumbled under her breath. “So, where are you taking me?” You inquire, curiosity piqued as you walked over to her. Her expression turns sheepish. 

“I, uh, packed us a little picnic. Figured we could watch the sunset in the park, if that’s okay?” Her words lift at the end in question, anxious she may have planned too much too soon. 

(Lesbians, can’t be casual about anything)

Your eyes are soft and earnest as you reply. “I’d really like that. Thank you, Abby” Hearing her name spoken so sweetly off your tongue gives her a surge of confidence, so she extends her hand for you to take.

As you walk out to her bike, she hands you a helmet as well as a jacket, much more prepared for a second passenger this time. Her bike roars to life beneath you once more.

All too soon the scenery blurs to a halt, Abby kicking the stand down and guiding you off with care. You watch as she lifts her helmet off, blonde strands of hair falling in front of her face. She leads you through a trail into a secluded spot, before reaching into her bag and gently spreading a blanket across the grass. There are small flowers spread across the grassy field, a river running in front of your spot. You watch in wonder as a swan glides across the water.

The sky is awash with lavenders and oranges, not a cloud in sight, and you understand now why she chose this place. It takes your breath away. 

“Abby, this is too sweet,” You say warmly, and she turns to you with a smile, shrugging her shoulders.

Wordlessly, she begins unpacking the food she had prepared. Fruits, cheeses, crackers, and some small pastries and desserts before pulling out an expensive bottle of red wine and two glasses.

Abby sits close but not too near, patient and watching with care untainted by expectation or want. “This is beautiful, Abby.”

Her smile is soft, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m glad you like it.” 

You reach over and pick up a cherry, placing it between your lips. It’s sweet and perfectly ripe. As you bite into it you feel the juice trickle down your chin, but before you can reach to wipe it away Abby's fingers are swiping away at your bottom lip, and when you look up at her she chuckles under her breath. “So messy”. She says it absent-mindedly, with no implication or second meaning, but your mind fogs up. Doe eyes meeting hers, she watches your pupils expand and a cocky grin graces her lips before she lifts her fingers to her lips, sucking the cherry juice off before going back to looking out at the water. Your breath catches in your throat and your teeth press softly into your lip before following her gaze out to the stream. you soak in the tranquil setting drenched in the warmth of the setting sun. 

Tentatively, you shift closer till your sides are pressed together, both as a search for warmth in the cool dusk air and the want for closeness you feel building deep inside you. Abby smiles at the movement, curling a strong yet tender arm around your waist. Her calloused fingers trace absent patterns along your hip bone through the fabric, sending tingles up your spine. 

The rest of the sunlight you have is spent like this, voices soft and conversations filled with laughter. Absent-mindedly your hands reach for the one sitting on your waist, bringing it into your vision to trace gentle lines against it. 

As darkness falls, the air cools slightly and you can't help the small shiver that runs through you. Abby's arms tighten protectively at the action, as if on instinct.

"You cold?" she whispers softly, her breath ghosting along your hairline. You nod in response, not wishing to disturb the serenity with unnecessary noise.

Without a word she reaches behind you both, pulling the leather jacket from her shoulders and draping it around your own. The lingering warmth from her body seeps into you, that smell of pinewood invading your senses again.

As stars form above your heads, Abby turns to you as she gently squeezes your side “I should probably get you home”. You nod, silently praying that you’ll get to see her again soon. 

She packs any leftover food back into her backpack and you fold up the picnic blanket. All the effort that she put into this… It’s more than anyone’s ever done for you before. No one had ever put so much effort into their time with you, or been so delicate with you. 

Taking your hand once more, Abby walked with you to where her bike was parked near a line of trees. She helped you swing your leg over to settle in behind her before starting the engine with a rumble.

Being on her motorbike is becoming more familiar now, less nerve wrecking. 

All too soon, her motorcycle rolled to a stop in front of your house. Abby cut the ignition and swung her leg over to dismount before turning to help you off as well. Fingers curled together, you walked the few steps to your front porch in comfortable silence.

Stopping outside your front door, you turn to face her, smiling up at her with warmth spreading over your cheeks. 

“Thank you for letting me take you out,” Abby said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear in a tender gesture. You leaned into her touch instinctively, a smile spreading on your lips.

Abby gazed at you with such fondness and care that it made your heart swell. Slowly, ever so slowly, she seemed to gravitate closer until there was barely any space left between your bodies. Her eyes flickered down to your lips in a silent question.

In answer, you slid your arms up around her neck and closed the final distance, pressing your mouth to hers in a gentle kiss. Abby's hands found your waist, holding you steady as she kissed you back sweetly. Her lips were soft and confident against your own.

Abby placed one last fleeting kiss to your lips before stepping back reluctantly. "Goodnight, beautiful. Sleep well," she murmured, caressing your cheek softly. You beamed at the new pet name.

"Goodnight, Abby. Text me when you get home safe." With that, you unlocked the door and slipped inside with a ball of light beneath your chest. 

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

A Quick Pick Me Up (Yandere Neko Cafe x Reader)

Hey, ya'll, I know ya'll like my fandom work, but I promise you my OC stuff is just as good. Please read!!!!! I just felt like doing this today! Reader is gender neutral. Also YANDERE BEHAVIOR IS UNACCEPTABLE IN REAL LIFE! IT AINT CUTE, IT'S ABUSE! SEEK HELP IF YOU OR A LOVED ONE HAVE SOMEONE IN YOUR LIFE LIKE THIS!

Picture belongs to @kaffee-und-liebe

Tw: Yandere tendencies, some platonic yanderes (the kids and Cocoa), some slightly suggestive content, cursing, Donut (you'll know what I mean later), mentions of abuse, and other possibly triggering content

MINORS DNI

You live in a city that is made up of mostly apartments, that don't allow you to keep a cat much less a hybrid. Too bad because you really love cats and cat hybrids. They're just so cute with their soft ears and tails and fierce expressions. When they purr? You almost die!

Which is why you are currently vibrating in front of the newest cat cafe where you can interact with cat hybrids and cats alike. It was also really close to your apartment building, so it was meant to be. The cafe was a cute brown stone building covered in vines and flowers with a black sign that in golden letters spelled out "Lucky Kitty Cafe". You felt pretty lucky standing in front of the building right now. You took a breath and entered the building.

Ding~

A set of bells tinkled cutely as your eyes widened in amazement. The place was catastic! There were paintings of cats, a cat tree decorated with potted plants, chairs with little cat ears on the back, and much more. A strange looking person with a long and thin face and vitiligo and mysterious blue green colored eyes looked up with a friendly smile. They wore head scarf with a hat with cat ears on top and a beige shirt with caramel accents.

"Welcome to Lucky Kitty Cafe, I'm Shopkeeper, are you here to see our cats and cat hybrids?" Their voice was a soothing androgynous voice. They were pretty hot not going to lie. "Yes, I'm here to see the cats!" "Wonderful~" Shopkeeper purred as they grabbed a pen and paper. "Would you like anything to eat or drink while you wait?" You smile gleefully at Shopkeeper and nod. "I'll have (cafe order) please." Shopkeeper jotted your order down and nodded. "Good taste, we'll have that order out right away for you Mx..."

"(Y/N)"

Mx. (Y/N) what a beautiful name...I can tell the staff will just love you~

For the privacy of our staff, they have been assigned names of popular cafe drinks and snacks. Their personalities our meant to cater to our wide clientele. Please take not of the following rules:

Rule 1.: Do not pick up cats

Rule 2: No pulling tails and ears of cats or staff

Rule 3: Harassment of any kind towards our cats, staff, or other customers will get you sent straight to Butch

Rule 4: Our staff are playing a role to increase your enjoyment of the cafe. The way they act in the cafe does not necessarily constitute how they act outside of the cafe.

Rule 5: Buy at least one item on the menu, this is a business after all

Rule 6: DON'T MESS WITH OUR DARLING 

Meet Our Staff

Macchiato:

Macchiato or Macchi is the unofficial mascot of "Lucky Kitty Cafe" she is a calico hybrid who is the sweetest person around. Her cheerful and bright attitude will brighten up even the grumpiest of people's days. She always is the first to greet new customers.

You were stunned when the tritone beauty perched herself directly on your lap, her orange eyes shining brightly as she bounced up and down barraging you with questions.

She was so excited to see a cute new face around the establishment! Your hands were so gentle as you pet her soft ears. She didn't feel the slightest bit of shame letting you know how much she enjoyed it with her loud purring. When your food and drink came you offered to share some with her.

With her?

She almost fell in love right then and there, no one ever offered to share their food with her in such a genuine way. The food was some of the best she ever had since she got to share it with you. She couldn't help but laugh as you gushed over the cats, you were more adorable than anyone here!

She's probably the first to go yandere, she can't help it when your sweeter than the sugary treats Shopkeeper bakes. She is one clingy motherfucker, so she'll always have some body part of yours close to her. She will also insert herself in any interaction you have with others in the cafe or outside. Don't ask her why she's here just pet her pretty tritone hair!

She wants to be the only hybrid in your life which means you may wake up with her snuggled into your arms blinking those sunset orbs at you cutely.

"Morning (N/n)! Did you sleep well? I know I did~

Collects any trash you leave behind. Dirty napkins? Now hers. Straws? She's wrapping her tongue around while thinking indecent thoughts. Lost your cute keychain? Well good luck ever finding it again because now it's a part of her shrine to you.

Don't let her cute face fool you, she will do whatever it takes to ensure that you are hers.

"(N/n) left their Chapstick here. Mmm (N/n) it's like sharing an indirect kiss with you~"

Espresso:

Meet the cafe's very own black cat Espresso. He is very quiet and aloof at first. Most people never interact with him as he will leave when people attempt to start a conversation with him. No one understands why Espresso even took a job here as he's clearly not a people hybrid.

He is no doubt one of the most handsome hybrids most people see. Beautiful dark skin and long dreadlocks accompanied with silky black ears and tail and intelligent brown eyes. His voice is very deep and mellow much like a good espresso.

He is a cat magnet as even the shyest cats can be found purring contently on his lap. He lets them hang around him as he sketches pictures of the cafe.

"You're a really good artist"

Espresso jerks at the sudden sound of your voice, how did you manage to sneak up on him? He froze as every impulse in him was confused on how to react. Run away? Thank you? Let you sit down with him? It's clear to you that the Windows shut down noise is taking place in his head right now.

"I'm sorry for startling you, I'll be on my way now."

It didn't take long for other cats and Macchi to distract you, but Espresso couldn't get the interaction out of his head. Yes, you scared him, but you didn't pressure him into conversation. You simply complimented his art before leaving.

Why did a small part of him wish you stayed?

In order for him to go yandere for you, you have to let him approach you in his own time. You must be patient as Espresso isn't used to engaging with customers like the other staff are. He is probably the last if not close to last who go yandere for you, which means you'll have an ally for when the others get too touchy.

He is very aware that the feelings that he is developing aren't the healthiest, so he tries to keep his feelings to himself. He adores your calming presence and how you can bring out the best in anybody. He begins subconsciously drawing you more and more in different scenarios. Most relatively innocent but there are enough indulgent sketches that he doesn't allow you to look through his sketch book without him supervising.

However, jealousy begins to gnaw at his gut when he sees you interacting with the others. When did Butch get so protective of you? Why do you hang around that bastard Donut? Why can't he have you all to himself? He starts to use the trust that you've built towards him to convince you to spend less time with the others. Besides that, he's one of the most harmless yanderes on this list.

"Oh, you're here, did the others smother you too much? They won't bother as long as you stay with me my muse."

Donut:

Oh boy, you got this gremlin's attention, you really are too sweet for your own good, aren't you? Donut is an orange Munchkin cat hybrid and the shortest adult of the staff (the kids are platonic yandere for you). The definition of short guy syndrome but he hides it behind a cute facade. He lays it on thick for customers to give him fat tips (get you mind out of the gutter). A little bat of the eyelash here and a flirty wink there and everyone is eating out of the palm of his hand.

"Oh, a new customer, it's so nice to meet you I'm Donut~"

"Nice to meet you Donut."

"Hee hee, do you mind if I sit on your lap?"

He plops himself on your lap and starts not so subtly grinding on you which makes you very uncomfortable, you just met this guy. Plus, this is not the place for finding a random hookup. You push him off your lap and tell him that his actions made you uncomfortable. Donut begins boiling inside. You ungrateful bitch! How dare you turn him down! Him! HIM!!!! He yells in frustration later in the empty break room. Why were you being so rude when he was just being nice? (No dude that's sexual harassment) He's made it his personal mission to seduce you and then when you fall for him laugh in your face.

Donut turns up the clueless and the sexiness up by a hundred and ten percent. He wears extra skimpy and tight-fitting shorts and skirts (with lacey panties and/or thongs) as well as unbuttoning half the buttons on his pastel pink shirt, showing you his surprisingly defined chest. He skips around with an innocent grin, only for his actions to be ignored. You evil SLUT, how dare you pretend to not see what he's doing? He should teach you to be grateful and get down on your knees like a good whore does. He ignores all the other customers in favor of hatefully glaring at you from the corner.

He follows you out of the cafe and drags you into an alley nearby pinning you to the wall (he's actually deceptively strong). He screams all of the feelings he's been bottling up towards you with tears in his eyes. You stand still for a moment unsure of what to do and then you feel him go limp. Okay this is super awkward, the guy in front of you went on a nice guy spiel and then passed out. Unfortunately, you have some morality and decide not to leave him out here when your apartment is right across the street. You scoop him up and walk to your apartment (he's really light).

Donut wakes up in a stranger's bed and thinks he took his anger out by sleeping with some rando for a quick ego boost. However, he sees you coming into the room with a plate of breakfast and set it right in front of him. Why was he at your place? You explained what happened and Donut is very embarrassed, he can't believe he was vulnerable with the person he despises with all his heart. He prepares for you to mock him cruelly, but instead you treat him with the kindness he'd never show for you. Why are you such a mature person? It makes him so mad that he starts blushing, his heart starts pumping... did you always look so handsome?

Uh oh

Donut goes from being horrible to you to being the most delusional being on the planet. You treated him with kindness, which must mean you love him and much as he loves you. He does the cute act except this time its genuine and less sexual (he learned boundaries for you so be grateful (don't he still sucks)). However, he doesn't afford the same luxury to others. He sees the way others look at you and he doesn't like it one bit. He is cruel and sadistic towards rivals all while acting like an absolute angel towards you.

"Welcome home darling! How did I get in your apartment? You invited me here silly, now come and snuggle with your one and only~"

Sugar:

Sugar is a complete MILF looking like a golden age Hollywood actress in her work uniform. She is a Turkish Angora hybrid with gorgeous long white hair plated in victory curls and bewitching heterochromic eyes (left brown and right blue with a beauty mark under the left one). Sugar was a show hybrid like her mother before her but had to leave when she became pregnant with a stray hybrid's kittens. She is very gentle and motherly with an elegant femme fatale aura to her. Sugar is considered second in command to Shopkeeper and very respected for her age and wisdom (she's in her early to mid-forties because we love older women here).

Popular with old and young alike, you were starstruck when the snow-haired beauty and spoke to you with her lightly accented voice (she's Turkish). You felt completely comfortable with Sugar and were able to get some sound financial advice from her, as Sugar knew what it was like to be young and struggling to pay bills.

"Remember that charity is no only an act of generosity but also tax deductible."

"Yes mommy."

"What?"

"What?"

She found your slight crush on her adorable as it was flattering for younger people to find her attractive. However, she didn't want to have to parent her partner as well as her twins. She doesn't immediately go yandere nor is she the slowest to go yandere for you. This feeling changed when she saw how well you got along with Cookie and Muffin (her twins). You were able to get them to listen to you as well as break up their fights which was a feat that very few outside herself could do. Color her impressed.

"Mommy is (Y/N) our new parent?"

"Now kids we need to be tactical about this-"

"They helped find a crying child's parents."

"Cookie, Muffin, say hello to your new stepparent."

Very few younger people and hybrids knew the subtle art of seduction like Sugar did, which she believes gives her advantage compared to the others. She doesn't constantly badger you for your time like Macchiato, Donut, and Cappuccino do (she's only truly worried about the romantic rivals but Cocoa is on thin ice sometimes). Nor does she play it too subtle like Espresso and Croissant do. She invites you to "platonic" dates out with her and her children to parks and restaurants. She also will subtly touch you whether it be smoothing wrinkles on your outfit or giving you chaste kiss on the cheek (she says she greets everyone that way, but you have yet to see that). She knows she attractive and how to flirt in a way that makes you blush but not uncomfortable.

She's seen the cruelties of the world and hopes that you won't have to go through have the horrors she's faced. The world isn't very kind to single moms, especially older single moms. She wants you to be happy and safe in her home, as a cute little stay at home spouse. Let her do all the hard work outside while you stay home and do some work inside (she won't let you strain yourself though). She also is a doting and spoiling yandere. She's very generous and giving towards you (even in bed) and will have all your desires met except leaving.

She's a master manipulator and will use her children as a way to get you to consider staying with her. They love you so much, you wouldn't break their hearts, right? (the kids are also manipulative little shits as well) The only people she would consider sharing (this is only in dire situations) you with is Shopkeeper and maybe Bruce. Besides that, she won't rest until you are snuggled into her chest in the bed you share.

"(Y/N) let's go out again, the kids love hanging out with you dear and I wouldn't want to disappoint them. You will, wonderful!"

Cookie and Muffin: 

Meet the mischievous mixed breeds who work occasionally beside their mother. Cookie and Muffin are loved dearly by kids their age and lonely older patrons. They love sweets and messing with member of the staff they don't like (Donut and Cappuccino mostly) with very intricate pranks. They aren't always there and met you by chance as their mother had to pick them up early from school (Muffin and Cookie can get violent with each other and the only one who can break them up is momma Sugar). Muffin is the girl with short gray hair with a single white streak and Cookie is the boy with long white hair with a single gray streak.

They saw you playing with the kittens and wanted to play too! You rough house with the twins and don't get mad when Muffin bites you a bit too hard (kitten hybrid teeth are sharp). Cookie got jealous that you are paying more attention to Muffin and the two started fighting. Normally no one is brave enough to break the twins apart from each other, but you bravely stand between them enduring multiple scratches until they stopped.

They can't believe they hurt their new playmate; their mom is going to kill them. Both start crying while apologizing profusely for hurting you. Instead of yelling at them you scratch their ears gently and tell them it's okay. Your touch is just as calming as their mother's, wait why did you stop? Keep petting them please!

They're kids so they go yandere pretty quickly as they aren't romantic interests, and you sneak them pastries you bought (much to Sugar's dismay). Both are always trying to monopolize your time and will scratch and bite any staff or customer who interrupts their "(Y/N) Time". When their mom starts having a romantic interest in you, they're ecstatic, you get to become their new parent. While they are kids, they aren't dumb as they notice other staff members looking at you the same way that their mom does. They won't let just anyone marry you, only mommy can (they can't wait to call you their baba*)!

Their pranks become almost deadly in nature towards rivals of their mom. They never get in trouble for almost killing the delivery guy because they're just kids, what do you expect? Also inherit the manipulative trait from their mother. Oh no their babysitter mysteriously quit! Could you watch them? You come over only to find that it was an elaborate ruse done by the twins, so you have family movie night with them and Sugar (they "fall asleep" on you so you're forced to spend the night). Mommy is sad because she remembered how daddy left them. Could you cheer her up?

They aren't too dangerous yanderes besides the semi deadly pranks, but they aren't to be underestimated because they're children. They want a happy family with their favorite playmate, and they'll do anything they can to get it.

"(Y/N), Muffin pulled on my hair!" "Not before Cookie bit my finger!"

"Baba don't leave!" "Yeah, we'll stop fighting as long as you're here!"

Croissant:

Ah the intelligentsia of the cafe, its own certified genius Croissant. Croissant is a lover of reading, fine art, and playing his beloved cello. He brings with him a refined aura and a thirst for knowledge. He's a blonde American Curl who always wears his beloved red scarf, even indoors. He has semi long curly blond hair in a mullet and the prettiest hazel eyes. He's got freckles that he hides with makeup. He is popular with mainly older people who enjoy engaging in discourse with him on a wide variety of subjects. He also helps tutor kids occasionally in the cafe's break room.

Croissant saw you sitting in the corner reading a book while sipping on (beverage of choice), the book you were reading happened to be one he knew about. He asked if you were enjoying the book, which caused your eyes to light up. You began to ramble to him about the book you were reading which Croissant found very adorable. Finally, he found someone that had a similar interest to him.

The two of you begin to have a routine where you would have interesting conversations about your individual interests, where each one of you would come out learning more about each other. Croissant started noticing little things about you, like how one dimple is bigger than the other when you smile, or that your nose scrunches up when you're confused. That's totally a normal thing to notice about your friend, right?

Right?

Croissant is one of the last to go yandere but goes yandere before Espresso and Butch. I mean how could anyone resist your charms forever? You never are rude or demeaning like the jealous fools in his graduate classes. You actually listen with wide eyed interest and treating him like a regular person instead of something to be revered or despised made him fall deeper into his obsession with you.

Croissant will find any way to spend more time with you. You trying to go to graduate school? He can help you study! Applying for a job? Why not work here? Other work environments won't value you the way "Lucky Kitty Cafe" would value you. So, what if you're human, Shopkeeper is human too (are they though?)! Don't even worry about filling out a resume a good word from Croissant and you'll have the job by tomorrow (even if you don't want to work there you will end up working there if Croissant has something to say about it).

Croissant never values anyone's opinion on him before, but he reveres your opinion above his own. Prefer red heads? Guess who's dying his hair? Hate his curled ears? He suddenly prefers wearing hats indoors. He can become very unstable fast so try to reassure him with love and affection. Or else no one will be able to stop the fall out. He's one hell of a stalker since he wants to know that you are okay, and no one is hurting you. Keeps extensive lists of things you like and plans for the future home the two of you will buy that is far away from this city and its impure influences.

"Ah Mx. (L/N) it's a pleasure to see you today. Care to pick up our conversation from where we left off yesterday?"

Cocoa:

Cocoa is a spunky freshly high school graduated college student who is working at the "Lucky Kitty Cafe" as a waitress for some extra money to pay for campus expenses. Cocoa is a Burmese with gigantic coke bottle glasses (she's extremely far sighted) and puffy space buns. She is popular with the teens and young adults who frequent the restaurant for her cute fashion sense and her sassy attitude.

She first met you when she spilled hot coffee all over you. The one day she forgets to wear her glasses! She immediately rushes you to the employee bathroom and apologizes profusely as she sprays cold water over the burn and begins to cry. She never meant to hurt anyone, and she may even get fired for injuring another customer (first time was no accident). You were fine thankfully but the guilt still ate away at Cocoa. She decided to spend time with you as payment and even pay for your meal. You laugh at Cocoa's guilt-ridden sad puppy eyes and compliment her nails. She immediately forgets her guilt and babbles about the cute new nail salon you should try. OMG you two should totally become BFFs!

Cocoa isn't immediately yandere and is like Sugar somewhere in the middle but further towards the immediate side. She's just hanging out with her new bestie! However, her tail bristles when she sees Macchi looping her arm around your waist, or the way that Donut coos at you while trying to feed you the cafe's newest dessert. Can't these two find their own BFFs, your hers. Great now Cappuccino is sleeping with their head in your lap! She snaps and screams at the other hybrid to leave you the hell alone, scaring many nearby cats. You tell Cocoa to calm down and that you're okay with Cappuccino doing this. What the fuck? How could you?!

After taking a second to calm down, Cocoa had to figure out why she was so worked up about you having other friends. It's good for you to have other friends...so why does it leave a bitter taste in her mouth. She doesn't hate the idea of you having friends, she just needs to be your BEST FRIEND!

Cocoa is one monopolizing and clingy girl. You have planned this weekend? Great now you can throw them out because Cocoa is taking you shopping to a cool new vintage store down the road, ooh and you can have boba tea afterwards! She bats away Macchi, Donut, and Cappuccino to have some time with her bestie, they aren't invited! She also believes as your best friend (she'll get rid of anyone who tries and replace her) she gets to pick who your future spouse is, and she is overly critical towards everyone in the cafe. No one is good enough for her bestie! She might put in a good word for the others... if they forfeit their time with you for the day (she's evil like that >:)).

Cocoa also is the type to try and hang out with you outside of the cafe by "coincidence". Oh, my what a coincidence that you both were at the supermarket at the same time looking for...mangos. Man, she loves mangos (she hates mangos)! Anyways, she found this really cute spa where they use sweet, scented bath bombs in the soak tub. Don't worry she'll pay! She also will totally snitch if she sees others trailing you (like she wasn't also stalking you) to make you like her more. Oh my god Croissant is totally following you, guess he isn't the gentleman he claims to be. What's she doing here? Don't worry about that, let's go rollar skating!

"(N/n) look there's 50% off matching sets of pajamas! Let's totally get some and have a sleep over together!"

Matcha:

You like em weird. Like really weird. Matcha is one strange hybrid. They are a Russian Blue with long bangs that cover their intense steel blue eyes. They have a couple streaks of light green in their gray blue hair. Their extremely pretty as they have a pale complexion and are lithe but when they open their mouth customers walk away in discomfort. As a result, Shopkeeper has them in the back most of the day and only really lets them come out before opening and after closing. They will be the one of the last yandere's you'll probably meet.

You were helping Shopkeeper with cleaning up after an intense day at the cafe, after all they let you stay in the comfiest table for hours after you purchased food. As well as staying after closing to feed the kitties. You also may or may not have been lured by Shopkeeper's promise of being able to take some of the leftover pastries home. Whatever your reason you were helping Shopkeeper, when Shopkeeper left to take a phone call outside. You smiled to yourself as you hummed a tune while cleaning up. You started actually singing when you heard a crash coming from the kitchen area. Strange you don't remember anyone being in the store besides you and Shopkeeper. Curiosity got the better of you and you decided to sneak a peek at whatever creature was in the kitchen.

You peer into the dark kitchen to find a skinny person holding a bent-up pan and an explosion of red all over the floor and all over the person.

"Oh, don't worry this isn't blood."

You proceeded to sock the stranger in the face and run to find Shopkeeper.

"There's a strange person with bluish hair covered in god knows what in your kitchen!"

"Oh that's Matcha."

"Who?!"

After an in-depth explanation of why this person you never saw before was standing in front of you covered in strawberry jam (they like to be one with the fruit) you were introduced to Matcha. A hybrid who smells like and probably eats dirt, an acquired taste for most (both dirt and Matcha). You apologized for punching them in the face to which they grinned and told you they like how your fist felt on their face. Okay a little strange but Shopkeeper wouldn't hire a literal serial killer, right?

You don't even know anymore

Obsessed from the minute your fist made contact with their face. Not quite yandere but interested in the reactions you make (and the pain you can give them). They actually gain romantic interest towards you slower than you think, give or take two days. You saw the large cut on their arm and helped them patch it up, it was from that moment that they planned your entire wedding in their head.

Is terrible at stalking but does it in hopes of being caught and you berating them for it (thinks it's sexy when you're mad). Fights Macchi for the things you leave behind and is found sniffing the seat where you were sitting. Is the definition of worshipper yandere as they truly believe you are a deity, and they are your acolyte. They don't care if you hate them or want them dead, as long as they can be by your side that's all that matters.

Being your acolyte also means they will do anything you ask with zeal. It doesn't matter if it's highly illegal as going to jail in your stead would be a blessing. They just love you so much that it consumes their very being. They're willing to share you with others (as long as they can watch) as long as you still let them stay by your side too.

"Hit me, stab me, choke me, leave me to die. Any act done by your hands is a blessing and a pleasure for me~"

Shopkeeper:

You got the big cheese's attention, the owner of the cafe, the mysterious Shopkeeper. Shopkeeper is alluring in an inhuman way with their sharp blue green eyes and charming androgynous voice. They loved the smile you gave them the first time you came in, what an adorable face. They also loved the face you made when you took a bite of the food you ordered, that blissed-out look is just too cute.

"Excuse me did you make this pastry?"

"Oh, why yes I did, it happens to be a family recipe."

"You're so talented, that was the best (pastry of choice) I every ate!"

Normally compliments don't faze Shopkeeper they'd reply with a nod and a polite thank you. However, you seemed so genuine and the way your eyes sparkled made something melt inside of Shopkeeper. You would surely become one of their favorite customers.

Shopkeeper is very hard to read so it can be difficult to tell when they go yandere for you. Their actions can be seen as purely platonic or as their attempt to flirt with you. They always make sure your favorite sweets are freshly made when you arrive to the cafe, they have the time you arrive memorized. If you don't like sweets, they always have something savory and tasty prepared to your liking. Keeps track of your food preferences and allergies when coming up with new items for the menu, so you can taste test them.

"I was thinking of adding this to the menu tell me how it tastes?"

"Is it necessary for you to feed me?"

"Absolutely."

One thing is for sure when they do fall for you, they begin to plan how to make you entirely theirs. Shopkeeper knows how their staff have taken a liking to you, and they don't feel like sharing (may have an easier time with the more submissive/guilt ridden ones like Matcha and Butch). They use their sweet words and actions to guide you in the right direction (right into their arms). They also aren't afraid to take care of rivals that come from outside of the cafe.

"Oh, why is there blood on my face? Just a little problem in the kitchen that's all."

Cappuccino:

Cappuccino is the Ragdoll of the group, a mellow, sleepy person. They are perfect cuddle shape with their chubby body and their big fluffy ears, hair, and tail. They are almost always asleep yet one of the most popular hybrids at the cafe for how cute and calm they are. They don't often choose who they fall asleep on, so they might have accidently fallen asleep on you.

"Oh, I fell asleep but not on a pillow."

"Hey, Cappuccino, right? I need to get to work so could you kindly..."

"Zzzzzz"

Cappuccino is pretty big both tall and chubby (because tall people can also be chubby/fat and beautiful) so it's hard to move them when they sleep, which is too bad for you since Cappuccino has decided you are their new favorite pillow. They always find you in what you're doing and force you to let them cuddle with you. After all, why cuddle with a cat now that you have Cappuccino?

"Cappuccino what are you doing in my house?"

"Ugh you're being to noisy be quiet, pillows don't talk."

"GET OUT!"

Cappuccino goes yandere for you pretty quick, but you wouldn't notice as Cappuccino is too lazy to do anything about these feelings beside scent you constantly when you cuddle. Cappuccino is clingy in the sense that they can't get good sleep unless they're clinging to you. You may have places to be, but Cappuccino is sleeping right now so you won't be going anywhere. They're adorable and they know it, so they use this to make you stay longer too. One sleepy look from those big droopy blue eyes and you are staying a lot longer than you intended. Isn't willing to pick fights with Donut, Macchi, or Cocoa, but is willing to make it out like they are bullying them.

"You shouldn't hang out with people who treat others bad (Y/N), you know I never would (they totally would)."

Their apathy is one of the scariest traits they have, they may be lazy, but they use their cuteness to get crazed fans to get rid of the competition. They are not above getting rid of others at the cafe because they don't care about the people around them. Cappuccino is also very strong as when they aren't sleeping, they are at the gym, so if they feel motivated enough, they can bash some heads in. Cappuccino only cares about you, so don't make them do anything that you may regret.

"Oh (Y/N) sorry for humping you, I was having a very...intense dream."

Butch:

Enter the devoted guard dog of the cafe Butch. The Pitbull hybrid is the tallest and strongest of the cafe and doesn't let anyone harass the Shopkeeper and staff. He sent you a threatening glare with his scared face when you arrived. He didn't know you and he hated humans for all the scars they gave him. You smiled at him and walked away. Tch, stupid human.

One by one all the hybrids fell for your charms (platonic ones are platonically in love with you) and it made Butch's blood boil. Why couldn't you be satisfied with just being a patron? Why did Shopkeeper look at you that way? Butch had a crush on Shopkeeper for saving him from his horrible life yet never had the courage to approach them. He saw the looks Shopkeeper gave you and it made him angry. He was going to confront you when he saw the scene with Donut occur. He saw the look of fear and worry on your face as you carried Donut gently to your apartment. He saw how you treated Cocoa and the twins as well as Matcha. You didn't have anything to get out of this so why do it?

His answer was given the night an old competitor from the fighting ring came at him with the intention to kill. He managed to kill the guy before he was killed but he was severely injured. He heard footsteps approach him head and he looked up to see you. You kept him awake long enough for the paramedics to arrive and take him to the hospital. The look of worry in your eyes is genuine and your smile of relief reminds him of the smile that Shopkeeper gave him that day they saved him (he's got a thing for nonbinary baddies). Your smile however was less calculated and more genuine.

Badump

Badump

Butch is the last to go yandere because Butch feels guilty. Guilty for hating you when you showed him nothing but kindness, guilty for betraying Shopkeeper like that and guilty for wanting to lock you away where no one but himself can see you. He is one overprotective and loyal pooch, who will protect you until his final breath. Good people don't deserve to face the cruelties a monster like him faced.

The most likely to be poly with you and Shopkeeper as he still holds feelings for Shopkeeper and they're both obsessed with you. You won't want for anything as he holds you in his muscular arms with his head buried in your neck to muffle the sobs.

"Please forgive me for being selfish, you're the only good thing I've got."

*Baba is the gender-neutral affectionate term for parent like mama and papa.

Sorry if it's bad towards the end, I rushed towards Cappuccino and Butch. Please feel free to request scenarios for the new ocs I dropped. ONLY PLATONIC FOR COCOA AND THE TWINS BUT EITHER ROMANTIC OR PLATONIC FOR EVERYONE ELSE.

[thesamoanqueen]

Christmas cookies

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: smut, fluff.

A/N: I wanted to try writing a one-shot for christmas since I did it last year and @mindofasagittaruis request came at the right time. Enjoy and happy holidays yall~

One boxe at a time he had managed to arrange everything, filling the huge tree base that him and Y/N had decorated together a week before. He knew she would complain, scolding him because it was too much, but Roman liked to spoil her and for that occasion he had really wanted everything.

It was their first Christmas together as a couple and he wanted it to be special. Y/N liked Christmas, was her favorite holiday, she got more excited than a little girl every time and he had promised himself and her, to do everything possible to make sure nothing was missing. They had decorated the house inside and out, planned dinners with family, started watching christmas movies, booked a weekend out fitting it between both of their schedules and Roman had tried not to plan something more to finally give voice to that impulse that was now becoming an urgency.

Admiring his work one last time, he went to the kitchen, where Y/N had decided to spend her afternoon with the most classic Christmas songs, wearing yet another hoodie stolen not too discreetly from his closet. When he crossed the door, there was no corner where she hadn't scattered a little bit of sugar, flour and sprinkles. It was a battlefield strewn with bowls, trays, and baking ingredients that smelled of vanilla, cinnamon and chocolate, the kind of chaos that warms heart and tastes like home.

- What's going on here? – he inquired with a smile and she turned to look at him, hands dirty with who knows what raised in the air, while Roman twisted his arms around her hips to swing her playfully.

- I should ask to you, what was all that chaos back there? – she asked suspiciously, giving him one of knowing looks, but he pretended not to notice, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek and peeking what she was backing.

- Don't know, Santa probably.

- I don't remember I have written a letter to him.

- So these ones are for me? – he asked, pointing the Christmas cookies placed on the marble counter.

It wasn't the kind of food she usually prepared if she decided to get into the kitchen, she was more into salty and spicy recipes, and yet there they were, lots of gingerbread men, trees and cinnamon houses waiting to be decorated.

- It's just an experiment, I wanted to make something special but then I remembered you already have me in your life so I tried with simple things… guess they're not so simple – she reflected pouting, moving a couple of those who she had already tried to decorate.

The shapes were flawless, but icings had mixed together, dripping around and ruining the designs she'd tried to make. Not the kind of result expected from her being a perfectionist and Roman found himself smiling as he watched her look them one by one with her still dirty fingers, until he reached out to take a snowman. It was supposed to be white with a carrot-nose and a scarf he knew it, but the little one didn't have a very happy expression, a bit like her, at least until he swallowed it.

-They taste good – he approved, feeling the aftertaste of spices warming his mouth and he reached out to take another one.

Amazed, Y/N watched him chew the second too, face lighting up, smile emerging again on her soft lips, as she cleaned him from a crumb ended on his beard.

- Really? I should bake them for Santa so. To thanks him for all those gifts no one asked for I guess, what do you say? – she joked, tilting her head.

-I say he can have them, if I can have the chef – he left a kiss on her lips this time, mixing the flavor of Christmas cookies with her own.

He felt her soften without a single thought into his arms, flattening herself almost completely against his chest, clinging to his neck as best she could while avoiding dirtying him with icing and chocolate.

-You taste like cookies – he heard her soft laughing, between one kiss and another, making him groan.

- Yes?

- … uh-huh

He couldn't resist those whispers, even if they were playing, to see her hopelessly happy if they were together. Stealing kiss after kiss, he pulled her onto his body, forcing her legs to wrap around his hips as he placed her on the only empty corner of the kitchen counter. With her warm laughter in his ears, he slid his hands up her soft thighs, climbing higher, until he felt the full texture of that glorious ass, as he stopped kissing her to taste then her neck. By heart, he sucked that point just beyond her collarbone that caused her to shiver, immediately feeling her cling better, squeeze with her laughter which slowly became moans, forgetting about her hands dirty to hug him.

- I hadn’t finished though – she complained, her body seeming to melt like icing from his attentions and Roman slid his hands past her sweatshirt, touching that soft good smelling skin.

- I want my dessert – he demanded seriously and felt her scratching the back of his neck with red nails, drawing a dangerous growl from him that vibrated through the whole kitchen.

Without taking his lips away from her, savoring the inside of her mouth and the soft skin above her breasts, he stripped her of those extra clothes, her hands doing the same to his pants, leaving traces everywhere and making both of them as dirty as the rest. Slowly, Roman took his time to mark her, enjoy everything of that moment, ignoring his already awake boner demanding attention, to dedicate himself to something better, hidden between those infinite legs that refused to leave him. When his long fingers found her, Roman couldn't resist the temptation, dipping a finger into the heat of her perfectly wet pussy to explore the soft, welcoming walls where he wanted to sink until he completely lost himself. Y/N in front of him tightened his grip on his neck, gasping into his arms, gaze fascinated and full of lust as she watched him bring the hand up to lick clean his fingers.

- This one is just for me – he reminded her, feeling her cling to his wrist to place a kiss on the bottom lip, tasting herself too before sliding down with the back to give him all the room he demanded.

Satisfied, Roman helped her lift her thighs, making his way between them, to finally dip himself in that perfect sweet meal, nose sliding between her folds tracing the path before his fat tongue. He took a taste, slow, just with the tip, feeling Y/N's body tremble for attentions and stopped to suck high on that adorable button that made her tremble. Breaths soon became brazen moans and more volume increased, more insistent, hungry Roman became. It was so sweet down there, a bit like that icing with which she had covered cookies but not cloying, it was a flavor that he could no longer live without and that he always tried to milk away, until it dripped down onto his beard, making his mouth salivating. First her button, then that hot entrance and soft walls, puffy, full skin of the lips he loved to kiss as much as the ones up there, running his tongue flat between her, fucking that cave without mercy. Insistently he kept her pressed against his face, choking himself, maneuvering her for more, slow but commanding until Y/N began to delight him with her adorable cries, her back arched and hands trying to grab him for support.

Something next to them fell due to her jerky movements, one of the trays and Roman saw her turn her with a blank look, ending up stretching out his arm, putting the tray and bowl of icing into their place. Y/N smiled, thanking him with a glance and he placed a kiss with devotion on her pussy, his pussy, Roman’s eyes getting darker as he saw Y/N biting her lip as eager as he was at the sight of him now dirty with icing.

- Did you find something for your dessert? – he heard her ask with lust, legs pulling him closer and he grinned.

- I like it with cream on top – he reflected thoughtfully, letting some of the icing on his hand drip between her folds.

He saw her entrance tighten around nothing at the feeling, bewitching and nasty as only Y/N could be with him, only when they were together. Her, who always tried to leave nothing to chance, who controlled every little detail, perfect, impeccable, became something else with him in those moments, stooping to try anything without complaints. She was a dangerous gift, a challenge he had never found in anyone else and that would have brought him to his knees if only she had asked, a power game in which they both had the same hand but used it with complicity.

He ran his fingers between her folds, listening to her mewl, seeing Y/N hold her breath when one of his long fingers slipped some icing inside, mixing it with her juices and the saliva he had already left.

- Ahn… feels so cold mmh – she begged with those eyes that had bewitched him, pushing him to turn his hand, sink a little more to find that welcoming spot that made her cry in absolute bliss.

-Im gonna fill you up – he announced and Y/N squirmed on the counter, between spilled icing and broken cookies, without stopping being finger fucked, because she knew it wasn't with any of those ingredients that Roman wanted to do keep his promise.

Pumping into her opening, he reached down to taste her again, this time licking away the frosting he had spilled, tongue running slowly and hungrily over every inch of her soft, sensitive caramel skin. He sucked on her swollen button, the taste of her body mixing with vanilla, the sweetness of her honey hitting Roman’s mouth along with icing. A beautiful, soggy mess echoing inside his ears, a primal call that made him hungrier and hungrier as his wide mouth tried to devour her alive, kissing and licking her clean.

He loved the choking noise that came from her throat every time his lips sucked one or both of hers down there, the pop wet flesh, nose that ran through her pussy like a credit card ready to be emptied. It was the kind of pussy that had any man tied around a finger, one he would do anything for and it led to devotion, Roman was obsessed with her and looking back he really didn't know how to managed to live without, but it wasn't just that. It was all of her, it was Y/N. She had dangerously become his world even before sharing a house or Christmas together, and it was in unexpected moments like this one that reminded him of it, waking up in the depths of his stomach, inside his head, an impulse that didn't exist even in a ring, with adrenaline running into his veins, cheered by thousands of people. The need with which he had chased her for an entire year, in hotels, arenas and offices, around the country and even beyond the borders, day and night, that grip on lungs of a drowning man.

He kissed her legs, feeling her hands pulling a few locks, knees trembling as she felt him bury himself between those folds, widening that glistening opening with fingers, inserting his tongue to clean her like a mad man until he elicited a scream. Her walls tried to close, to squeeze him, as they would have done with his hard cock and Roman found himself moving his hips aimlessly, seeking relief and refusing to abandon his meal before having reduced her to tears.

He fucked her with his fat tongue, flat and strong, pounding deep into her softness, feeding on that true addicting sweetness, widening his mouth to take in as much as possible, dirtying his beard.

- Plea-aase! R-Ro, Ro! Ah! - he felt her tremble, body struggling on the marble counter, held in his arms in that unnatural pose which Y/N did not refuse to submit to anyway, just to keep her legs on his shoulders to give him everything he wanted.

He knew she was at her limit, but he refused to slow down, craving more, that impulse in his chest that was growing until he felt like was going to explode and pushed him to be savage. He ran his fingers over her button, squeezing it between his fingers to help her and as he licked her again, his tongue flat against the hot opening, Y/N exploded with a silent cry, eyes closed, breath broken. The taste of her was intoxicating, addictive and Roman stood there, as close as possible, accompanying her as she reached her peak, cleansing with dedication. With his eyes fixed on her face, he held her back until her muscles regained some strength, trailing kisses down her flat belly, up her legs, massaging Y/N with his fingers where she still throbbed and only when her shaking hands found him, along with those beautiful eyes, he stood up again.

- I could spend all my life between your legs, babygirl – he admitted menacingly, getting rid of his track that she had already undone and with her breathing still rapid, Y/N invited him, tightening her legs around his hips at the sight of his erection slapping her already swollen center.

- Do what you want, ain't complainin'ahn!-

Sinking until he lost himself, he pulled her to the edge of the counter, fitting into her and giving a long, deep stroke, savoring her warmth and that feeling of constriction, in which she stuck him every time, without giving her time to think again. Oh, he meant to. He really meant it and the thought of her indulging him went to his head enough to push him to speed up without restraint, the slimy sound of their bodies colliding now audible even among the Christmas songs. Head down, holding her open thighs, he watched her honey stain him a little more each time he thrust in, her caramel-colored mountain swelling as his flesh went deeper.

-Mmh… you're so hard – Y/N cried in a soft moan, one hand clinging to his forearm and the other to the counter edge now sticky from the icing and her pleasure.

- I can feel you squeeze around me babe, grab that dick, thats right, let daddy enjoy his pussy, y-yes – he spoke dirty, feeling and seeing her walls sucking him in, abs tense.

- Ooh shit Ro-

More her moans became louder more his hips accelerated, in Roman mind the full intention of wreck her just for himself, drilling in that spot that made her mouth open wide, taking the breath out of her lungs, making eyes close, her belly full. There was just her begging, that gorgeous luscious body of her tense and sweaty, his breath heavy, that fire running up to his mind clouded by the vision of Y/N suffering with pleasure his assault, the hammering of his hard cock. It was an asphyxiating pleasure, a hot and inexorable vice that pulsated around Roman meat, squeezing his flesh and inviting him to go deeper, until he slammed as far as possible to reach complete collapse.

- F-fu-ah! Ah! – he felt her tremble, writhe in spasms and pinned her down, fingers digging into her hips, anchoring her to that place.

- That's it, ah, beg sweetheart, yes, gimme your mess

- pl-leeah! Please!

Groaning, hyping her and himself, Roman pulled one of her legs up higher, slapping a hand into her thigh and Y/N screamed, her head sprawling from side to side, eyes closed and back arching for that new inclination. From there, he could see her moist pearl, the whitish excitement leaking out, dripping onto the marble and down, that wonderful ring that ignited the worst thoughts in him. He felt her walls tighten with more and more insistence, nails digging into his flesh and his belly on fire, while without any warning, already tormented by his attacks, Y/N once again fell apart with a strangled moan.

And so, Roman began to fuck her without mercy, growling, giving vent to every ounce of need in his body and mind, cock sliding deeper and deeper, his hot head pounding inside that sweet cave, taking advantage of her climax and streached walls. Losing all composure, losing himself in a sensation that only Y/N could give him, Roman felt shivers run down his sweaty neck and pumped until muscles burned from the physical effort, once again exceeding the limit, hitting the kitchen counter with his knees.

- Feels so good babygirl, mmmh, so good… - he moaned, while she was still panting and throbbing under him, holding on where she could, letting him go – I'm 'bout to come, lemme fill you up, I need it, I… need… it-ah!

Everything around him seemed to go silent for long minutes, only Y/N and her whispers were still there, her soft eyes that never lost sight of him, full of what he wished was love, that tired smile that widened into a perfect "o", while Roman pressed her against him, letting the fire that had burned him slide into her canal, making his nuts dry and cock throbbing. In an animalistic growl he froze inside her, emptying himself with mind suddenly white, feeling her hands pull him down, making his head rest against her breast. Silently, he gave two final, drunken thrusts to make sure there was nothing left with Y/N trying to push his hair back and leaving heated kisses on his temples. Clinging to her, he waited in that position to catch breath, music slowly starting to make sense again.

- I guess I'll have to start from the beginning... - Y/N complained with an amused breath after a while and Roman looked up, observing the mess they had created and then her, who was distractedly tasting some of the icing that had fallen on the counter.

- Need help? – he asked seriously, very seriously and Y/N stopped with a finger still on her lips, a smile growing like something else in him, once again.

A year earlier he had done everything possible to convince her to stay during holidays. Now that she was finally here, now that they were together and with no one and nothing chasing them, he was going to make the most of every second. Santa had his North Pole and later he would have his cookies, but on the Island of Relevancy was him who dictated times.

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[little-jana]

Mistletoe Series:🎄 Spencer Reid (1)

"Mistletoe Logic"

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: kissing, talk of germs, use of Y/N, teasing from the team

Words: 2.1k

Summary: Kisses under the mistletoe with a certain Genius.

The annual FBI Christmas party was in full swing, and, as always, Penelope Garcia had outdone herself. Twinkling lights decorated every available surface, carols played softly in the background, and a garland of mistletoe sprigs hung conspicuously in every corner.

I stood by the refreshment table, watching the festivities with a cup of cider in hand. The team was scattered across the room—Derek and Penelope were in the middle of some heated dance-off, Emily was laughing with JJ near the bar, and Rossi was holding court in a corner, regaling a small crowd with one of his legendary stories.

And then there was Spencer Reid, lingering by himself near the bookshelf. He looked as out of place as ever, standing stiffly in his dark cardigan and mismatched tie, nervously clutching a glass of water.

Spencer had always intrigued me. He was brilliant—everyone knew that—but there was something else about him. A quiet charm, a vulnerability that made him different from anyone I’d ever met.

I made my way over, feeling a familiar flutter of nerves. “Hey, Spence,” I said, smiling as I stopped beside him. “Enjoying the party?”

He glanced at me, his lips twitching upward in the smallest of smiles. “As much as one can enjoy an event that combines loud music, forced social interaction, and a statistically significant increase in the risk of spilled drinks.”

I laughed, sipping my cider. “So, not really your thing, huh?”

He shrugged. “It’s not that I dislike parties. It’s just… overwhelming sometimes.”

I nodded, leaning against the wall beside him. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m not exactly the life of the party either.”

He looked at me, his smile softening. “I doubt that. You’re… easy to talk to.”

My cheeks warmed at the compliment, and I quickly changed the subject. “So, what do you think of Garcia’s decorations? She really went all out this year.”

Spencer followed my gaze to the mistletoe hanging nearby. “Actually, mistletoe is a fascinating plant. It’s parasitic, meaning it attaches itself to host trees to extract water and nutrients. The tradition of kissing under mistletoe dates back to ancient times, where it was associated with fertility and vitality in Norse mythology. Later, it became a symbol of romance during the Victorian era.”

I smiled, shaking my head. “Only you could turn a Christmas decoration into a history lesson.”

“It’s just interesting,” he said, his expression earnest. “Most people don’t know the origins of these traditions.”

“Well,” I teased, “if you’re not careful, someone might drag you under one of those sprigs and force you to participate in its ‘romantic’ significance.”

Spencer’s ears turned pink. “That seems… unlikely.”

I laughed, but before I could reply, Penelope appeared out of nowhere, clutching a Santa hat and grinning mischievously.

“Y/N! Boy genius!” she exclaimed, pulling us both toward the dance floor. “Why are you hiding over here like a pair of wallflowers? Come mingle!”

“I’m fine here,” Spencer protested, but Penelope was already dragging him into the crowd.

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A while later, I found myself near the center of the room, chatting with JJ and Emily about holiday plans. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Spencer hovering nearby, his gaze flicking between me and the mistletoe hanging overhead.

“You’ve got an admirer,” Emily teased, following my gaze.

JJ smirked. “Yeah, he’s been watching you all night. It’s cute.”

I shook my head, laughing nervously. “Spencer? No way. He’s just... socially awkward.”

“Socially awkward or not, he’s definitely got a thing for you,” Emily said, her tone teasing.

Before I could respond, Derek and Penelope approached, and Derek immediately noticed the mistletoe above my head.

“Well, well,” he said, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “Looks like someone’s under the mistletoe.”

I rolled my eyes, about to make a sarcastic comment, when Spencer suddenly appeared at my side, his face bright red.

“She’s not technically under the mistletoe,” he blurted out, pointing to the sprig. “The angle is slightly off. It’s more to the left.”

The entire group burst out laughing, and I couldn’t help but smile at his endearing awkwardness.

“Aw, come on, genius,” Penelope said, nudging him playfully. “Don’t ruin the magic! This is your chance!”

Spencer looked utterly mortified, but before anyone could push him further, I took pity on him and pulled him aside.

“Thanks for saving me back there,” I said with a laugh.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed. “I wasn’t trying to save you. I just… wanted to clarify the logistics.”

“Of course you did,” I teased, crossing my arms. “But, you know, you still owe me a kiss now.”

His eyes widened, his cheeks flushing even deeper. “What?”

I tilted my head toward the mistletoe. “It’s tradition, remember? And I don’t think anyone will believe your ‘angle’ excuse.”

Spencer opened his mouth, then closed it again, clearly torn. Finally, he blurted out, “Did you know that more germs are transmitted through handshakes than through kissing?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Um… no, I didn’t.”

“It’s true,” he said quickly, his words tumbling out in that familiar, rapid-fire way he spoke when he was nervous. “A study conducted in 2014 found that a typical handshake transfers more than twice as many bacteria as a kiss. Skin-to-skin contact, especially with hands, is one of the most common ways germs are transmitted.”

I stared at him, trying not to laugh. “So what you’re saying is… kissing would be safer than shaking hands?”

His cheeks flushed even darker. “Well, technically, yes.”

I stepped closer, my heart fluttering as I looked up into his wide, uncertain eyes. “Spencer, are you trying to talk me into kissing you right now?”

“I’m just stating the facts,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But… if you wanted to…”

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me at his vulnerability. “You know, for a genius, you’re not very good at subtlety.”

Before he could respond, I leaned up on my toes, cupping his face gently as I pressed my lips to his. He froze for a heartbeat, and I worried I’d misread the situation, but then he melted into the kiss, his hands hovering near my waist before settling there.

His lips were soft, warm, and surprisingly confident as the kiss deepened. It was sweet and tentative at first, but there was something electric about it, something that made my entire body hum with warmth.

When we finally pulled back, Spencer’s eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed, and his lips slightly parted.

“Well,” I said softly, my own cheeks warm, “I guess that settles it. Kissing is definitely safer.”

Spencer let out a breathless laugh, his gaze never leaving mine. “I think I need to conduct further research.”

From across the room, I heard Derek shout, “Finally!”

I turned to see the entire team watching us, grinning like lunatics.

“About time!” Emily called, raising her glass in mock celebration.

Penelope clasped her hands together, looking near tears. “This is the greatest Christmas gift I could’ve asked for.”

Spencer groaned, covering his face with his hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

I laughed, pulling his hands away and smiling up at him. “Don’t worry, Spence. I think it’s kind of perfect.”

And as the team toasted and teased us mercilessly, I couldn’t help but agree.

[bunnysnuff]

Secret Admirer! Galinda headcannons:

Pairing: Galinda Upland x reader.

Trigger warnings: none.

Request.

Over-the-Top Romantic Gestures: Glinda doesn’t do subtle. Expect beautifully wrapped gifts, handwritten letters sealed with wax, and mysterious bouquets showing up at your door—always with pink and glittery accents.

An Elaborate Alias: She’d come up with something ridiculously dramatic for her secret admirer persona, like “Your Enchanted Devotee” or “The Glittering Heart.”

Perfect Timing: She’d leave surprises in places where she knows you’ll find them but never in a way that could accidentally expose her identity.

Overcompensating: When you tell her about the gifts or notes, she’ll feign surprise with just a touch too much enthusiasm. “Oh, my goodness! Someone must really like you! I wonder who it could be?!”

Fishing for Reactions: She’s constantly testing the waters to see if you’re enjoying the attention. “So, what do you think of all these romantic gestures? Aren’t they just the sweetest?”

A Tiny Bit Jealous: If you even consider that the gifts might be from someone else, she’ll pout dramatically. “Ugh, can you imagine if it were someone completely unworthy of you?”

Full of Compliments: Every letter is filled with flowery, heartfelt praise. She describes your smile as "sunshine bottled in a single expression" and your laugh as "the melody that makes my heart dance."

Shaky First Drafts: Despite her confidence, she probably rewrites each letter multiple times, worrying it’s not good enough. The final product is perfection, of course.

Perfumed Envelopes: Each note smells faintly of her favorite floral perfume, but she doesn’t realize how much of a dead giveaway that is.

Second-Guessing: Despite her bold personality, she secretly frets about whether you’ll like her back. She spends hours rehearsing what she’ll say when she’s finally ready to reveal herself.

Accidental Slips: She sometimes blurts out things only your secret admirer would know. If you catch on, she’ll stammer and change the subject with a dazzling smile.

An Over-the-Top Plan: When she finally decides to confess, she’ll make it a grand event. Picture her leading you to a romantically decorated spot with candles, flowers, and a little speech she’s prepared.

A Touch of Drama: She might be a little theatrical, saying things like, “Darling, it was me all along!” while tossing her hair and laughing nervously.

Overwhelming Relief: The moment you smile or laugh, she relaxes completely, clutching your hands and admitting how nervous she was about your reaction.

Full of Giddiness: She’s absolutely ecstatic now that she doesn’t have to hide her feelings. She’ll be extra affectionate, always bringing up how fun it was to surprise you.

Playfully Smug: If you tell anyone about her secret admirer phase, she’ll proudly declare, “I was absolutely brilliant, wasn’t I?”

More Surprises: Even though the secret part is over, she still loves leaving little gifts and notes for you because that’s just her style.

[autumnmobile12]

My Hero Headcanon: Rei

When I think of Rei’s childhood, I think of Yuki from Wolf Children.

Just not at all being the lady her parents probably wanted her to be and living her best life collecting bugs, feathers, and small animal bones.

And just like Toga, those interests were suppressed because they ‘weren’t appropriate for little girls,’ and she was made to conform.

I mean, look at her expression and tell me she wasn’t told to sit still and be quiet too many times when she was a child.

I think she was a weird kid.

And that's why I play with the snowboarding theme when I do fanworks involving Rei, as well as the idea that Touya’s inability to sit still when he's agitated/excited comes from Rei. It's also why I have the headcanon there was never a point where Rei and Endeavor loved each other. They already have two extremely different personalities in canon, and the high-energy headcanon just highlights a further personality difference.

I’ve already gone into it in more detail with an Endeavor analysis that I made, but here’s an excerpt that illustrates my point:

...what I think shows here is they weren’t really talking all that much. Specifically, he is not ‘talking down to her.’  He is not treating her with any particular disrespect or putting her down as inferior.   He doesn’t have the arrogance he later exhibits. This also isn’t him being aloof and ignoring her either.  Look at his face, specifically his eyes.  That is the same blank, deer in the headlights, “I have one brain cell dinging around in my head that is struggling to find a way to interact with people,” stare he shares with Shouto.

He has no idea what to say to her. 

So finally, Rei turns off to the side to admire the garden, and he asks, “Do you like the flowers?”  It’s a small thing, but it does show that in some capacity, he did show some interest in Rei and making her happy.  He’s just stupidly awkward about it at this point. (Even if his ultimate goal was…well, we’ll get into that.)

...

The long and short of it is if you remove the violence/temper aspect of Endeavor's character, you basically have Shouto: An awkward dork who doesn’t entirely know how to interact with people and he probably doesn’t understand sarcasm or euphemisms either. The main reason we can’t see that side of Endeavor’s character very well is because he’s weaponized intimidation/violence to cover it up. (Dammit, dude, this it not how you patch a character flaw.) So I don’t think Shouto’s isolation and childhood training caused his social ineptitude so much as exacerbated a character trait that was already there. He got it from Dad.

So referring to the earlier pre-kids part of Rei and Endeavor's relationship before the violence actually started, imagine the awkward personality-type paired with a partner who is, by all accounts, weird and has too much energy to be contained. Arranged marriage aside, I like the idea that Rei reverted back to her odd personality after she left her parents’ house. I like to think she danced in the kitchen when there was no one home, hoarded feathers and skulls and other odd keepsakes, and looked for places where she could snowboard. She was a housewife by herself for long periods of time, so who was going to stop her?

There is a short story I absolutely love called Ink, Water, Milk by Catherynne M. Valente. The plot's not relevant to this post, but there is a scene where a bored housewife buys a bunch of those cube-shaped watermelons and just stacks them in her fridge to admire them.

And for some reason, I can picture Rei doing this.

Like Endeavor just comes home to find her sitting cross-legged in front of the open fridge and smiling happily at the nine cubed watermelons stacked neatly inside. (Keep in mind, these things average $100-$200 a piece and are inedible/decorative.) No explanation for why she's done this, she just has a big, ecstatic smile on her face and pointing into the fridge. You know, Touya energy when he's a kid and excited about something. And Endeavor, in true Shouto fashion, is baffled by what she’s done, has no idea why she’s done it, and wondering if there’s a joke he’s not understanding.

I like to mirror this behavior in Touya and Shouto when I can in writing for Ambush Simulation. Underneath the trauma, they are at their core the brother with their mother’s high energy and the brother who is socially awkward and doesn’t quite know how to deal with the unhinged behavior but doing his best.

...

Edit because I just found this gif.

Young Rei:

[redroomreflections]

Not Easily Broken Chapter 2

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha and Reader go through a tragic divorce

Masterlist | General Masterlist

2/10

Note: Yes, it's getting finished besties

W/c: 3.8k

You’re late. You’re really late. Not even just an ‘oh I got stuck in traffic I’ll be there late”. You’re the “I hope my daughter doesn’t hate me and harbor those feelings the rest of her life late.” As you bob and weave through traffic in your BMW SUV you curse to yourself. You feel stupid. Very stupid. There’s no way you can ever make up for this but you can certainly try to.

As you pull onto the street of what was once your home you squint just a little to see how many people are still there. You can see the cars lining the street start to dissipate as you pull into the driveway. Natasha is on the porch talking to one of the people you recognize from Emma’s dance class. She spots you, rolling her eyes and angling herself, so you’re not in her vision. Parking the car, you look over to the passenger’s seat where Emma’s gift is wrapped in yellow paper (her favorite color) and a bright pink bow. You turn the car off with a sigh. You really did it this time. You unbuckle your seatbelt and reach over to grab the present and exit. You walk slowly up the pathway marveling at all of the decorations that Natasha has put up for Emma’s fifth birthday.

Five. Your baby girl is five and you’ve missed her birthday party. One Natasha had gracefully invited you to. Briefly, your mind flashes back to the mornings where you and Natasha would wake the little girl up with breakfast in bed. Mini pancakes, strawberries, her favorite juice. You would go the whole nine yards for her. Now you’ve done everything but that. You reach the edge of the steps with a small wave to Natasha’s guests.

“Kerry, Doug, nice to see you again.” You give them a tight smile hoping to appear calm even though don’t feel that way.

“I’ll call you,” Natasha says bidding them goodbye. She doesn’t speak until they’re down the path and in their car. She trails her eyes over to you still in your work clothes with an apologetic look on your face. “Unbelievable.” She scoffs turning to go inside the house. You follow after her with an apology at the tip of your tongue. She starts collecting the trash she sees around the living room.

“I’m sorry, I got sidetracked at work,” You begin.

“You don’t have to apologize to me.” She shrugs. Pushing her hair behind her ear she glances at you. “I’m not the one turning five and I’m not your wife.” Something about the last part of that statement strikes you right in the heart. The divorce has been finalized for eight months now. Eight months and you’ve barely seen each other. Only during pickups and drop-offs. Even then you barely speak. Hearing her voice is...nice. Even if she is angry with you.

“I know but I’m really making an ass of myself,” You shake your head. “Where is she?”

“Backyard,” She answers.

“She must hate me,” You mutter more to yourself.

“She doesn’t hate you,” Natasha walks to the kitchen and again you follow. “She’s just really confused on why her Mommy said she would be here and wasn’t.” She gives another wave to one of the last guests and they trickle out of the house.

“Yeah,” You say following closely behind her. She stuffs the trash into the bin carefully.

As she stands to her full height you take a second to look at her. She’s gorgeous. Her hair flows behind her back longer than she’s ever let herself allow it to. Her eyes are just as expressive and beautiful. God, you’ve missed her.

You open your mouth to speak but you’re interrupted when a familiar figure steps into view. Richard Matthews. An agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Natasha’s new partner. He accompanies the Avengers on missions every now and again. You’re not exactly sure why but he’s always paired up with Natasha on missions and it never really bothered you until now.

“Everything’s all set with the kiddos,” Richard says to her. He completely ignores you and you can’t really tell if that’s intentional. The way he steps into Natasha’s space makes you think they’re closer than she’s letting on. “Emma’s having a blast with the new American doll I got. Says she’s gonna sleep with it tonight.” He smiles down at Natasha. “Will you be okay here? Ryan helped me with a lot of the backyard so there’s not much else to clean.”

“Yeah, I got it.” Natasha nods glancing over at you. She can see how uncomfortable Richard makes you feel. “Thank you, Richard.” She raises her hand to rest lightly on his bicep. You narrow your eyes. Clearing your throat they both look towards you.

“Oh, y/n, I didn’t see you there.” Richard feigns innocence.

“I’m sure you didn’t, Dick.” You say with every ounce of disdain. You can see Natasha’s lips quirk in amusement but she quickly hides it.

“Well, I’m gonna go.” He says before giving her a kiss on the cheek. He lingers before walking past you towards the front door. You two don’t break eye contact until he’s gone.

“That guy is a real tool,” You roll your eyes.

“He’s nice and he’s a part of the team.” Natasha shrugs. She steps over to the sink to do the dishes giving you the idea that this entire conversation is over. You want to ask her if she’s seeing him. If he’s more than just her partner. You’re not entitled to any of those answers and Natasha won’t be afraid to tell you.

“I’m just gonna go,” You wave the gift in your hand heading towards the back door. Once you’re out there you finally exhale. From the porch, you can see the giant pink bounce castle that both of your children are currently playing in. You go down the steps content to watch them for a moment. It’s Ryan who spots you first. Before all of this, he would have scrambled out of the bounce house to meet you halfway. Instead, he just stands there.

“Mommy!” Emma breaks you from your trance flopping onto her bottom. She slides out of the bounce house to run into your arms. You catch her twirling around in your arms. “You came!”

“I did, baby girl.” You kiss both of her cheeks.

“You missed my party though,” She reminds you.

“I know, Mommy’s so sorry,”

“It’s okay,” Emma forgives you. She wraps her arms tightly around your neck again.

“I got you something,” You jiggle the box in your hand. She leans back to inspect it her eyes widening. “Let’s go ahead and open it.” You let her down to stand on her own two feet. She takes your hand dragging you over to the picnic table on the other side of the yard. She’s small so it takes her a minute to sit correctly but when she does she beams up at you. Her socked feet swing underneath the table as she waits for you to hand her the present. You place it in front of her and take your spot next to her. She doesn’t hesitate to rip into the paper tossing the bow somewhere in the grass behind her. You can hear the sound of someone sliding out of the bounce house and you look over to see Ryan stepping closer.

“Hey bud,” You greet.

“Hi,” He says softly. You raise an arm beckoning him over to come to give you a hug. He presses himself against you as you hold him close. “I missed you.” He mumbles into your neck. Through this entire divorce, your relationship with him has been strained. Everything has been strained.

“I missed you too.” You whisper back. You give him a soothing kiss on his head. He doesn’t let you go as you both watch Emma to see her reaction.

“Wow!” She says pulling the last pieces of paper from the gift. She turns the box over and over in her hands. “I got a watch!” It’s not some fancy watch. You’re not that out of touch with reality. It’s an Apple watch. The most she can do on the thing is take pictures, use the phone features, and use a calculator. She loves it all the same as she hugs the box to her. After hearing what Richard got her you were apprehensive about it being enough. Sitting here watching her cherish this gift you know you picked correctly. “Can I call you on it?” You nod. “Every night?” You nod again. “Cool!” She cheers.

There’s a squeak coming from the back door and you know Natasha has come to the back porch.

“Can I go show Mama?” She asks you.

“Go, show her.” She turns from the picnic table rushing over to Natasha to show off her cool new present. Natasha looks down at the box and then back to you with a raise of her brow. She doesn’t share in Emma’s excitement but she tells the girl how cool it is.

“How are you doing?” You turn your focus to Ryan. He shrugs. “You sure?” He nods silently.

“Ryan, come on, it’s almost bedtime,” Natasha says. “I want to check your backpack before the night is over.” She ushers Emma inside.

“Guess we better go and check those backpacks.” You say rising to your feet. Ryan clasps your hand in his and you both move to walk inside of the house. It’s there Natasha is setting up Emma’s watch. “Patience, Printsessa.” Natasha scolds lightly. She presses a few buttons on the screen.

“Can Mommy stay for bath time?” Emma asks innocently. Your eyes fly to Natasha’s. You haven’t done that in a while.

“Please?” Ryan joins in. Natasha’s resolve is broken as she gives a meek “yes.” The children cheer in unison.

Guess you’re staying for bedtime.

This takes almost two hours to get both children through their nightly routine. Emma is more reluctant to fall asleep as she doesn’t want to miss you leaving. You tuck her into bed with a kiss and a promise to see her again soon. She pulls the American girl doll under the covers with her. You wait for her to fall asleep before leaving her room. Ryan is next and he’s much easier. He climbs into bed all on his own with his back turned to you. He’s conflicted and you being here is not making it easy on him. You sit on the bed beside him. You press a kiss to the back of his head.

“I love you,” You say before reaching over to turn off his lamp. You exit his room leaving his door cracked. You amble down the hallway to the stairs. You find Natasha in the front room gathering all of Emma’s new presents that she would put into their proper place later.

“Thanks for letting me stay to tell them goodnight,” You say awkwardly.

“Don’t mention it,” She dismisses tossing the last of the toys into a pile. The house is pretty much clean now save for the leftovers she has to put away. She’s not kicking you out as you follow her down the same path into the kitchen.

“Natasha,” You begin. stopping yourself when you realize you don’t really have anything to say. “Thank you for inviting me. I know you didn’t have to do that. I feel like a jerk. Especially with how things have been going.”

“How have things been going?” Natasha busies herself with pushing the leftovers into whatever Tupperware they can fit into. She curses turning to look for a lid for this particular bowl. “Where is it?” She searches.

“Bottom right cabinet,” You inform her. She pauses before moving over to search the cabinet you gave her. She finds what she is looking for and turns back to the food.

“Things have been going good.” You continue your earlier conversation. “Work is work. My mom is doing well. She sends her love. I can’t complain.” You watch her stuff the fridge full.

“Well I’m glad things are going well for one of us,” She slams the door of the fridge a bit harder than intended. “Not all of us are able to abandon our motherly duties.”

“Natasha, I’m trying my best here.” You say immediately knowing what she means.

“That’s what pisses me off the most,” She says exasperatedly. “They’re so good with you just trying. They don’t care how many times you mess up. They don’t care if you don’t do something. They don’t care if you’re having a bad day and you’re doing everything to make them happy. They don’t care if you don’t show up for their goddamn birthdays but it’s me that get’s the brunt of the madness and the anger.” She slams her hands against the counter. Running her hand through her hair, she shakes her head. “Do you know Ryan got into a fight at school the other day? He’s been...angry these days. I’m considering seeing a therapist with them.” She nods to herself. “Emma’s been giving me hell too. I wouldn’t allow her to watch tv one night because I dislike them having so much free time. She threw a tantrum.” She swallows thickly. “She told me, she told me she hates me and that she wishes she could come live with you.” The unshed tears in her eyes break your heart into a thousand pieces. “So, yes trying your best doesn’t really fly with me.”

“Natasha, I’m,” There’s no amount of apologizing that could take that hurt from her. “I’ll talk to them. I’ll take them out for dinner and we can talk.”

Natasha sighs. She knows this isn’t something that can be fixed with a simple talk. She lets her tears fall freely. You hate that this is what you’ve done to your family. Stepping around the counter you reach out to her. It’s reminiscent of that night all those months ago when you left. All you want to do is make it better. Make her feel better. Your emotions are conflicting as you bring your fingers up to caress her cheek. She stands stock-still closing her eyes at your touch. You rub your thumbs across her cheeks clearing away the tear tracks.

“I’m sorry,” You say and she lets out a sob.

“You’re not sorry,” She shakes her head.

“No, Natasha, I’m sorry,” You say firmly. You’re hoping she can hear the sincerity in your voice. She opens her eyes searching your face for a lie. You get lost in the forest of her eyes. So trusting and loving even with all of the pain you’ve brought your family.

You don’t know who makes the move first. Your lips meet tentatively. There’s a hint of familiarity that comes from nine years of marriage. The kiss is soft and sweet. Her lips glide over yours in a slow, languid motion. It’s not lacking in passion. Quite the opposite actually. Her mouth is hot and wet and hungry for you as your tongues meet. Taking in her flavor, you moan. She tastes like leftover cake with a hint of toothpaste. You pull back slightly to suck her bottom lip into your mouth. You nip it gently and the moan it elicits from Natasha only spurs you on. Her arms come up to wrap around your neck pulling you closer as you push her gently towards the counter. Her back is pressed against it as you kiss her harder. You spend a few more moments wrapped up in each other. Your hands roam her body tracing over every curve.

The need for air becomes too great as you pull away to trail kisses down her neck. You lick at her pulse point before giving it a soft bite. She moans a bit louder tensing under you. You’re moving fast and hurried as you push her tank top over her breast. You move the cup of her bra to expose her nipple taking the rosy bud between your lips. You give it a hard suck and she gasps loudly. Her hands push your head closer to her as you swipe your tongue across her nipple. Your right-hand slides down to trace the front of her jeans.

“Please,” She says in her lust-filled haze. You flick the button of her pants open skirting your fingers under the waistband of her underwear. She’s wet. So wet. You slide your fingers through her folds collecting her wetness. On one particular slide, you bump her clit causing her hips to jump. You trace her opening and she’s panting now. When your fingers slip inside of her she lets out a yelp. You push until you’re at the second knuckle. You can hear the sound of her arousal and it is music to your ears. Natasha has always been loud during sex and this is no exception. You abandon her breasts to return your lips to hers.

“Shh, baby, you don’t want to wake them,” You whisper into her ear. She nods shakily as she tries to fuck herself on your fingers. You thrust harder sending her reeling as she reaches blindly behind her for the counter. “Good girl,” She flutters around your fingers, and god damn you want to stay like this forever.

“Harder,” Her breath is airy and hurried. She’s close. You listen thrusting into her harder, faster, deeper. Her brows are knit together as she chases her orgasm. You can feel the way she tightens around your fingers.

“He doesn’t fuck you like this does he?” You breathe close to her ear. “Doesn’t take care of you like I do,” The moment is over faster than you know it. Suddenly Natasha is pulling away and pushing you away from her. It’s like a bucket of ice-cold water has been dumped on you as she takes a huge step away. She’s buttoning her jeans and wiping at her mouth as you try to catch your breath. “What? What happened?”

“You can’t be serious?” She says. “You think I’m fucking him?”

“Natasha,” You drop your hands to your sides. She pushes her shirt down over her breast and you immediately miss your closeness.

“No, no, you cannot be serious.” Natasha turns to catch her breath. “You don’t have the right,”

“Fuck, I didn’t mean to assume. He was close to you, kissed you.”

“On the cheek,” She whips her head to look at you. “He comes over sometimes to help with the kids. They like him. That’s not any of your business if I was fucking him or not by the way. You lost that when you served me with the divorce papers.”

A wave of anger washes over you. Swiping your hand across the counter you cause all of the glasses she dried earlier to crash to the ground.

“Fuck,” You yell. The glass resting at your feet satisfies you. It’s a representation of how you’re feeling right now. Natasha jumps back avoiding the glass from touching her. She looks down at the mess in surprise before looking back at you. You both wait in anticipation for one of the kids to come down. They don’t.

You rush out of the back door to sit on the steps. You bend so your head is between your knees. The blood rushes there and you cough hoping to catch your breath. The backdoor creaks. A comforting hand is placed upon your back as Natasha comes to sit next to you.

“Breathe, y/n.” She hums. You’re having a panic attack. She sits with you so patiently as your breathing becomes normal again.

“I’m not good for them,” You say. “I’m just like him.” You whisper brokenly.

“No, y/n, you’re not.” Natasha lifts your chin to look at her. “You’re not.”

“But you said-”

“I know what I said,” Natasha interrupts. “You’re nothing like him. I only wanted to hurt you as much as you hurt me.” The admission sits between the two of you.

“Fuck,”

She returns her hand to her lap.

“I can’t…” You struggle. “It wasn’t making sense. Any of it. It doesn’t make sense. One minute we were happy and the next we weren’t. We became too much. I couldn’t make you happy anymore. Emma told me during her bath that she hears you crying at night when you think she’s asleep. I never meant to do any of this. I never meant it, Tasha.” You cry. You mean it. You ran. You did what you do best and ran.

“I know,” She says solemnly. “You never asked me if I was happy.” You lift your head to look at her questioningly. “You said you couldn’t make me happy anymore but you never asked me. You never ask you just assume. I’ve always been happy with you. Back during our days in the tower, when we got married, when we were pregnant with Ryan.” She names. “Even when we weren’t having sex and not communicating and fighting all of the time. I never once thought that we would end.” You’re surprised by that. All this time you thought you were doing the right thing for everyone and now you don’t know if it was the right thing at all. “Couples have rough patches. Tony and Pepper did. Thor and Jane. Clint and Laura. They got through it. I thought we could too. When you handed me those papers -- my entire world stopped, y/n. I thought there was something wrong with me. I thought maybe you found someone else. I thought so many things. But that I didn’t see coming.”

“I’m sorry,” It’s your turn to cry now. “I didn’t want this.” You shake your head. “I fucked up.” You say.

“Is this because you think I’m sleeping with someone else?”

“Partly,” You admit. “I have had some time to think and I just… I thought I was doing what’s best for us. You’re right I didn’t ask you. I assumed. I pulled away. I’m so sorry, Natasha. I never stopped loving you or wanting you. Even though all of that.” Natasha’s breath hitches through your admission.

“Then why?” She asks. “Why did you leave me?”

You don’t have a single answer. “I thought you were better off without me.”

“How could you ever think that?” She asks. You don’t have an answer for her.

“I have to leave in the morning,” You say. The moment is broken and though Natasha thought you were getting somewhere it’s clear you haven’t. She moves to stand and you catch her wrist. “Come with me. It’s a week in Florida. Come with me. You and the kids.”

“Y/n, we can’t just leave in the morning.” She says. “The kids have school and I have work.” You deflate. Of course not. You shouldn’t have asked. “But we could meet you there Friday night? Gives us time to pack and get everything in order with their teachers.” She’s giving you a chance. You stand to look at her. “The moment we come back we’re in therapy. All of us.”

“Yes, yes, of course.” You promise.

“Don’t break my heart again,” She begs quietly. “I don’t think I’ll survive this time.”

“I won’t.” You pull her into your arms. Standing here with her you wonder how you ever thought you could be without her.

---> next part

[badathumanemotions]

Hi, I really like your fics and I have a question. Can you write either a nsfw Elle Greenaway x reader x Jennifer Jareau, or a nsfw Elle Greenaway x reader where Elle is jealous of the reader for flirting with JJ?

For One Night Only

Elle Greenaway x Reader x JJ MDNI Masterlist Category: Smut CW: Smut, Threesome, Lesbian Sex, Nude Picture, Oral Sex, Face Sitting, Fingering, FingerFucking, Tribbing/Scissoring, Possessive Behaviour, Dom/Sub Undertones. WC: 11,185 (Not Proof Read)

Elle was in the break room, her thumbs dancing across the screen of her phone, scrolling through an endless feed of social media updates. The muffled sounds of the office beyond the door melded into a comforting background murmur, a gentle white noise to accompany her procrastination.

As the door swung open, a burst of laughter and chatter spilled in, and JJ stepped inside with a spring in her step. "Hey, Elle," she chirped, her eyes immediately drawn to the phone in her colleague's hand. It was an innocent glance, a casual curiosity, until her gaze froze. On the screen was an image that didn't quite match the office decor: a photo of you, naked, in a pose that could only be for Elle. The photo was candid, intimate, and JJ felt a sudden heat rise to her cheeks. She tried to look away, but her eyes kept darting back, drawn to the way your skin glowed against the bed sheets and the soft curve of your hips. It was a moment that was clearly not meant for her, and yet, there it was, seared into her brain.

The air in the room grew thick with the unspoken tension, and Elle looked up, her thumb hovering over the screen. She caught JJ's gaze, her eyes widening with horror as she realized what had happened. "Oh my God," she yelped, slapping her hand over the phone screen. "JJ, I'm so sorry!" But the damage was done. The image remained burned in JJ's mind, and she could feel her heart racing. She forced a smile, trying to play it cool, but the flush on her cheeks and the way she couldn't quite hold eye contact gave her away.

"It's… it's okay," JJ managed to stutter out, her voice a little too high. She grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, her hand shaking slightly, and took a sip to compose herself. "I just… I'll… I'll just…" she trailed off, gesturing vaguely towards the door. "I've got… I've got to get back to work."

As she turned to leave, she couldn't help but bump into you. It was an innocent enough collision, but the way her cheeks turned crimson suggested it was anything but. She mumbled an apology, her eyes darting everywhere but your face. She stumbled back, knocking into the counter, her hand reaching out to steady herself. Her touch lingered for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, and the air grew charged with something that was definitely not office professionalism.

You looked at her, puzzled by her strange behaviour. "Are you okay, JJ?" you asked, a hint of concern in your voice. She nodded, too quickly, and took a step back, her eyes finally meeting yours. They were filled with a mix of embarrassment and something else - something that sent a thrill through you. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just… I've got to go. To get back to work."

JJ practically bolted from the break room, leaving you and Elle to exchange confused glances. "What's up with her?" you wondered aloud. Elle looked at you with an expression that was both amused and apologetic. "I think she saw something she wasn't supposed to," she said. "It was just a mistake. I didn't mean for her to see it."

You frowned, not quite understanding. "What did she see?"

Elle took a deep breath, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "It was… it was a photo of you," she admitted, her voice low. "A personal one, from my camera roll." She couldn't quite meet your eyes, focusing instead on the floor tiles as if they might offer some semblance of an explanation.

You felt a wave of mortification wash over you, understanding immediately what had caused JJ's reaction. It was a private moment, one that wasn't meant to be shared with anyone else, especially not your colleagues. But as you processed the situation, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. You were upset, yes, but also a bit… excited? The thought of JJ seeing you like that, of her looking at you with desire in her eyes, was surprisingly thrilling.

Elle's cheeks were still pink as she apologized again, her voice sincere and filled with regret. "I'm so sorry," she said, her eyes flickering towards the now-locked screen of her phone.

You took a moment to process everything before finally letting out a sigh. "It's okay," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the racing of your heart. You knew that the situation was awkward, but you also knew that JJ was your professional partner and friend, and that this was just a misunderstanding. "It's not a big deal, really," you assured her, flashing a smile to ease the tension.

For the rest of the day, JJ avoided eye contact with you like it was her job. Every time you passed her in the hallway, she would quickly look away, her cheeks a rosy shade of red that stood out starkly against her fair skin. In the briefing room, she fidgeted with her files, her eyes glancing up at you before darting away again. Yet, you couldn't help but feel a strange thrill every time you caught her staring. It was as if she couldn't help herself, her curiosity piqued by the glimpse she'd gotten earlier.

The following days were a dance of tension and subtle flirtation. JJ would "accidentally" brush against you as you both grabbed coffee in the morning, her hand lingering just a little too long on the small of your back. She'd lean over your desk to discuss a case, her breasts pressing against your arm, and you'd catch her gaze lingering on your mouth when you spoke. It was a game you weren't quite sure you were playing, but it was clear that she was enjoying it.

Elle noticed the change in JJ's behaviour almost immediately. She saw the way JJ's eyes followed you around the office, the way she'd laugh a little too hard at your jokes, and how she'd find any excuse to be close to you. At first, Elle was confused, but as the days went on, she started to put the pieces together. The accidental photo had sparked something in JJ, something that was now simmering just beneath the surface.

Her response was instinctual. A twinge of jealousy shot through her, and she found herself wanting to mark her territory, to remind JJ and the rest of the team that you belonged to her. She began to show more PDA around the office, her hand often finding its way to yours as you walked side by side, her hand resting on your thigh during tense briefings, and her lips brushing against your cheek in a lingering kiss when you left for the night. It was subtle, but enough to make her point without being overly obvious.

But JJ's glances grew bolder. You'd catch her staring at you during breaks, her gaze lingering on your body in a way that was unmistakably hungry. It was like she was seeing you anew, and it was intoxicating. You felt like the star of your own secret show, with an audience of one. You had to admit, it was a thrill, knowing that you had that kind of power over her.

One night, as you lay tangled in the sheets with Elle, the tension of the day weighing heavily on your mind, you couldn't hold back your curiosity anymore. "Elle," you whispered into the darkness, "have you noticed anything… different about JJ lately?"

Elle's eyes fluttered open, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You mean the way she looks at you?" she asked. She rolled onto her side, her hand tracing patterns on your skin. "I can't say I'm surprised," she said, her eyes gleaming in the low light.

You felt your heart skip a beat. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice hesitant.

Elle propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze intense. "It's obvious, she's into you," she said matter-of-factly. "But don't worry, I trust you."

You swallowed hard, the thought of JJ's desire for you mixing with the reality of your relationship with Elle. "What if… what if we did something about it?" you ventured, feeling the excitement build in your voice. "What if we… invited her to join us? Just for a night."

Elle's hand stilled on your skin, and she studied your face for a long moment. You could see the cogs turning in her mind, weighing the implications of your words. "A threesome?" she finally said, her voice barely a whisper. You nodded, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

At first, she wanted to say no. The very thought of someone else's hands on you, someone else's lips against your skin, filled her with a primal possessiveness that was almost overwhelming. But as she looked into your eyes, she saw the excitement there, the raw desire, and something within her softened. It was a strange sensation, one that she didn't quite understand, but it was there all the same.

Elle took a deep breath, her hand still hovering over your skin. She tried to imagine it, to open herself up to the possibility. You, with JJ. The idea was both terrifying and exhilarating, a cocktail of emotions that had her heart racing. She'd seen the way JJ had looked at you these past few days, the way her eyes had darkened and her smile had turned a little too sweet. It was clear that the line between professional and personal had been blurred, and maybe it was time to embrace that.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours. "Okay," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

But before you could revel in the victory of your proposal, she sat up with sudden resolve. "But I want to talk to her first," Elle said firmly. You nodded, understanding her need to set the boundaries and ensure everyone involved knew what was happening.

The next day at work, you found yourself waiting with bated breath for the moment when Elle would approach JJ. It was during lunch, when the office was mostly deserted, that Elle took JJ aside. You watched from a distance, unable to hear the hushed conversation but reading the emotions on their faces as if they were an open book. JJ's eyes grew wide with shock, then heated with interest, and finally softened with a look that was unmistakable: she was intrigued.

After work, JJ agreed to meet Elle at a nearby bar. The tension in the air was palpable as they sat down across from each other, the dim lights casting shadows on their faces and the clinking of glasses the only sound in the intimate setting. JJ played with her drink nervously, her eyes flicking up to meet Elle's every so often. The wheels turning in her mind as she tried to process what was happening.

Elle leaned forward, her voice low and serious. "JJ, if we do this, it's a one-time thing," she began, her eyes locking onto JJ's. "We need to be clear about that."

JJ's gaze held hers, a mix of excitement and apprehension playing out across her features. She nodded slowly, swirling the amber liquid in her glass. "Okay," she .

Elle took another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving JJ's. "And no strings attached," she continued, her voice firm but not unkind. "We do this, we enjoy it, and then we go back to being colleagues and friends."

JJ nodded, her heart racing. "I understand," she said, her voice a little shakier than she'd intended. She knew it was a risk, but the allure of you was too strong to resist. She could feel the heat in her cheeks as she thought about what was to come.

Elle leaned in closer, her eyes intense. "We'll use the stop light system," she whispered, her breath warm against JJ's cheek. "If anything makes you uncomfortable, you just say 'red'. We'll stop immediately, no questions asked."

JJ's pupils dilated, the excitement and anticipation building in the air between them. She nodded, her voice a barely audible murmur. "Okay."

Elle sat back, taking a deep breath. "Good," she said, her eyes searching JJ's face for any signs of doubt. "Now, there's something else we need to discuss." She paused. "No kissing on the mouth. It's a boundary I need to keep."

JJ's expression was a mix of relief and disappointment, but she nodded solemnly. "Understood," she murmured. The idea of not being able to kiss you fully was a blow, but she knew it was important to respect Elle's wishes.

Elle studied JJ for a moment, her eyes searching for any signs of hesitation. "Is there anything you want to add?" she asked, giving JJ the chance to voice any concerns or boundaries of her own.

JJ took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. "I… I don't know," she said. "This is all so new to me." She took a sip of her drink, the ice clinking against the glass as she tried to compose herself. "But… I trust you both. If it's something you're okay with, then I'm okay with it."

Elle nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Good," she said. "Now, we need to set a time and place." She leaned back in her seat. "How about this Friday evening? At my place?" She raised an eyebrow at JJ, who nodded slowly, her cheeks flaming.

The week leading up to Friday was a rollercoaster of emotions for all three of you. You found yourself both excited and nervous at the thought of the upcoming encounter, wondering if this was a good idea or if it would ruin the dynamics of your relationship with Elle and your friendship with JJ. You couldn't help but feel a thrill every time you caught JJ looking at you.

Elle, on the other hand, was torn between the thrill of the taboo and the fear of the unknown. She knew it was a risky move, but something about the situation had her intrigued. The thought of watching you with someone else, of seeing you lost in pleasure, was a turn-on she hadn't expected.

Friday night arrived with the kind of anticipation that made the air feel electric. You and Elle were at her place, the walls of the apartment humming with an unspoken excitement. The living room was dimly lit, the only sound the low murmur of a jazz record playing in the background. You both knew what was about to happen, but the reality of it all still felt like a thrilling secret.

Elle looked over at you, her eyes dark with desire. She could feel the tension in your body, the way your muscles were coiled tight like a spring ready to release. She patted her thigh with a knowing smile. "Come here," she said softly. "Let me help you relax."

You swallowed hard, the anticipation making your throat dry. Slowly, you approached her, feeling the weight of Elle's gaze on you as you moved. When you settled into her lap, she wrapped her arms around your waist, her fingers playing gently with the hem of your shirt. You could feel the heat of her body against yours, and the scent of her perfume filled your nose, making you feel both safe and incredibly aroused.

She leaned in and captured your lips in a soft, sweet kiss. It was gentle and tender, unlike the passionate kisses you usually shared, but it was filled with a promise of something more. It was a kiss that said she cared, that she wanted this to be special, and that she was in control. You melted into her embrace, your body relaxing as her tongue danced with yours. It was a moment of pure intimacy, a silent reassurance that no matter what happened tonight, you were hers.

As the kiss broke, you heard the soft knock at the door. JJ was here. You could feel the nerves in your stomach, a mix of excitement and fear. You looked at Elle, her eyes dark and hungry, and took a deep breath. It was showtime.

Elle answered the door, and JJ stepped inside, looking absolutely stunning. She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, her hair cascading down her shoulders in soft waves. You felt your pulse quicken at the sight of her.

"Hi," JJ said, her voice a little shakier than usual. She held up a bottle of wine she'd brought as an offering. "I hope this helps."

Elle took the bottle with a smile, her eyes sweeping over JJ's figure appreciatively. "Thanks," she said. "Why don't you have a seat?"

You remained perched on the edge of the couch, your heart hammering in your chest as you watched the two of them interact. JJ's eyes found yours, and you could see the mix of excitement and trepidation in them. She took a seat on the chair opposite, her legs crossed, her hands folded in her lap.

Elle busied herself with opening the wine, her movements deliberate and controlled. She poured three glasses, handing one to you and another to JJ before taking a seat next to you on the couch. "Cheers," she said, holding up her glass. You clinked yours against hers, the sound echoing in the tense silence.

JJ took a sip of her wine, her eyes darting between you two. She was clearly nervous, but the way she licked her lips and fidgeted in her seat spoke volumes about her desire. You felt your own anticipation build as you watched her, her every move calculated to drive you wild.

Elle leaned back into the couch, her eyes gleaming as she took a sip of her wine. "You know, I was thinking," she began, her voice a purr. "You look absolutely gorgeous tonight. Why don't you show JJ that pretty lilac lingerie set you bought last week?"

The words hung in the air, heavy with suggestion, and you felt a thrill run through you. You knew she was taking charge, guiding the evening's events, but you couldn't deny the excitement that bubbled up at the idea of performing for both of them. You nodded slowly, setting your wine glass down on the coffee table with a gentle clink.

Standing up, you walked over to where JJ sat, her eyes on you the entire time. You could see the hunger in them, the way she took in every step you took. When you reached her, you bent down and whispered in her ear, "Would you like to see it?"

JJ's breath hitched, and she nodded, unable to form words. You took her hand and led her to the bedroom, the soft caress of your skin against hers sending waves of desire through her body. The room was lit by the soft glow of lamps, obscuring part of the room in shadows. You turned to face her, your hands slowly lifting up your shirt.

Her eyes followed the movement, her breathing becoming more rapid as you revealed your torso, the muscles of your stomach jumping. She couldn't believe she was here, about to see you in a way she never had before. You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your jeans and began to pull them down, revealing the matching lilac lace of your panties. Your hips swayed gently as you stepped out of the denim pools at your feet, leaving you standing before her in nothing but your underwear.

The sight was intoxicating, and JJ felt her own body responding to the display. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as you turned around, giving her a full view of your ass, perfectly framed by the delicate lace. You looked over your shoulder, a playful smirk on your lips.

Elle sauntered over to you, her hips swaying with a confidence that seemed to fill the room. She stopped behind you, her hands running up your sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She didn't touch your breasts, not yet, but her fingertips danced just beneath them, teasing the sensitive skin. "Well, JJ," she purred, her breath warm against your neck. "What do you think?"

JJ's eyes were glued to you, watching every move like it was a scene from a movie. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she took in the sight of you. "I think… I think it looks beautiful," she managed to get out, her voice stumbling over her desire.

With a knowing smile, Elle leaned in closer to your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "Go ahead and take it off," she whispered, her voice a seductive command. You felt a shiver run down your spine, the anticipation building as you reached around to unclasp your bra. The fabric fell away, revealing your bare breasts to the cool air of the room. JJ's eyes widened, her gaze hungry as she took in the sight.

Elle's hands slid down to your waist, her fingers unhooking your panties. "And these," she said, her voice a low growl of approval. You stepped out of them, now fully exposed to JJ's gaze.

JJ sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes devouring every inch of you. You could see the want in them, the desire that mirrored your own. It was as if she was committing every curve and freckle to memory, and the thought had you feeling both vulnerable and incredibly powerful.

Tentatively, she reached out a hand, her fingers brushing against the smooth skin of your hip. The touch was light, almost innocent, but the electricity that sparked between you was anything but. You sucked in a sharp breath, the sensation sending goosebumps across your body. JJ's hand hovered for a moment, as if unsure if it was allowed to continue its exploration, but then, as if she'd made up her mind, her fingertips traced a line along the curve of your waist, sending shivers down your spine.

Her gaze remained locked on yours, searching for any sign of rejection, but all she found was an answering hunger, a need that mirrored her own. You took a step closer, closing the distance between you, and she let out a soft gasp as your bodies touched. The heat of your skin against hers was intoxicating, a silent invitation to keep going.

With trembling hands, JJ began to explore your body. She started with your shoulders, her fingertips gliding over your collarbones, tracing the lines of your neck down to your chest. Each touch was feather-light, as if she were afraid to break the delicate spell that had been woven between the three of you.

She reached behind her own neck to unzip her dress, the fabric parting to reveal the matching black lace of her lingerie. Her breasts were full and round, the lace pushing them up to form a tantalizing display. You stepped closer, the heat between you growing as she let the dress slip down her arms, pooling around her waist.

JJ's eyes never left your body, but she could feel the shift in the room as Elle joined the game. She watched, almost in awe, as Elle stepped out of the dress, leaving her in nothing but the scrap of lace that barely contained her. The sight was breathtaking, and she felt a sudden jolt of desire. It was a stark reminder that this was a package deal, and she was now the third wheel in a passionate love affair.

Elle stepped closer, her eyes a storm of emotions as she took in the sight of JJ's hands on you. Jealousy flared in her stomach, a knot of possessiveness that she had anticipated. But she pushed it down, reminding herself that this was all part of the thrill, part of the experience. Instead, she focused on JJ, her own hands moving to the other woman's shoulders, her fingertips tracing the delicate lace of her bra.

In one swift motion, all three of you were undressed, the clothes scattered on the floor like a trail of breadcrumbs leading to this moment. The bed beckoned, a sea of rumpled sheets and pillows, and before you knew it, you were on the bed with JJ straddling you, her thighs pressing against your hips. She looked down at you, her eyes searching, her breathing erratic. You could feel the heat of her core against you, and it was all you could do to keep from reaching up and touching her.

Elle watched the two of you, a mix of arousal and possessiveness in her gaze. She climbed onto the bed, her body moving with the grace of a panther. Her hands found your face, tilting it up to meet hers as she claimed your mouth in a fiery kiss. You could feel JJ's body tense against yours, the anticipation building as she watched her friend claim you so openly.

JJ's hands moved to your breasts, her touch tentative at first before growing bolder. She explored the soft mounds, her thumbs brushing against your sensitive nipples. You moaned into Elle's mouth, the sensation making your back arch off the bed. It was a sound that seemed to ignite something within JJ, her touch growing more insistent, her movements more urgent.

Elle pulled away from the kiss, her eyes dark with desire as she watched JJ's hands on your body. She leaned down to kiss a trail down your neck, her teeth grazing your skin lightly as she went.

JJ's touch grew more confident, her thumbs and forefingers playing with your hardened nipples. You whimpered, the pleasure shooting straight to your core. Elle's hand slid down your body, her fingertips grazing JJ's as she meet her at your breasts.

The tension between them was palpable, an unspoken battle of dominance as their hands moved in unison on your body. It was almost as if Elle was reminding JJ that she was the one in control, the one who had brought you both here. Her touch was firm, almost possessive, as if she was staking a claim on every inch of your skin.

JJ's fingertips trailed downward, her touch featherlight as it approached the apex of your thighs. She watched your reaction, her eyes searching for any sign of resistance. But all she found was a deepening need, a silent plea for more. With a soft moan, you spread your legs, inviting her closer.

Her hand hovered for a moment, as if asking permission, before finally touching your sex. The contact was electric, sending a jolt through your body that made you gasp. You watched as Elle's eyes narrowed slightly, her full lips pressing into a tight line. It was a subtle expression, but one that didn't go unnoticed by either of you.

As the tension grew, you knew you had to intervene. This wasn't about one-upping each other or claiming territory. It was about exploration and pleasure, and if it continued down this path, it would only lead to hurt feelings and regret. You gently pushed JJ's hand aside and sat up.

"JJ, can I have a moment with Elle?" you asked, your voice low and steady. You didn't want to make it seem like you were cutting her out, but you needed to have a private conversation with your girlfriend. She nodded, a little dazed by the intensity of the situation.

You took Elle's hand, leading her out into the hallway. The coolness of the wall against your bare skin was a bit of a shock compared to the heat of the room you'd just left. "Is everything okay?" you asked, looking into her eyes.

Elle took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to compose herself. "I… I don't know," she admitted, her voice tight. "I'm just finding it harder to push aside the jealousy than I thought I would."

You searched her eyes, the depth of her feelings written clearly on her face. "I know this isn't easy for you," you said, your voice soothing. "But remember, we're in this together. This is about all three of us enjoying ourselves, not about competition."

Elle nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. "I know," she said, her voice tight. "But it's just…" She trailed off, unsure of how to put her emotions into words. You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Is there anything that would help?" you whispered, your voice filled with concern. "Something we can do to make this easier for you?"

Elle took a deep breath, her eyes searching yours. "Maybe if… if I was the one guiding JJ's movements," she suggested, a hint of colour returning to her cheeks. "That way, it feels more like I'm in control, like I'm the one deciding how things go."

You nodded, understanding the complex dance of emotions that was playing out in her mind. "Okay," you murmured, your voice a gentle reassurance. "Let's go back in there, and you can take the lead."

Hand in hand, you returned to the bedroom. JJ was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes flicking up to meet yours before dropping back down to her hands, which were nervously twisting in her lap. She looked up at Elle with a question in her eyes, and you knew she could feel the shift in the atmosphere.

"JJ," you began, your voice firm but gentle. "We need to talk."

JJ's heart sank. She had been so lost in the moment that she had forgotten about the boundaries, about the delicate balance of emotions and power dynamics at play. She braced herself, expecting the worst. Was this it? The moment where everything unravelled and she was left feeling like an outsider?

But instead, Elle took charge, her voice firm yet gentle. "JJ," she began, "you know how much I care for you, right?" JJ nodded, unsure of where this was heading. "Good," Elle continued. "Then you'll understand that I need to be the one guiding this. It's not about controlling you or taking away from your experience, it's just… I need to be the one setting the pace tonight."

JJ looked at her, a mix of relief and excitement in her eyes. She hadn't realized how much she'd been holding her breath, waiting for a rejection. "I understand," she said, her voice a little shaky. "Whatever you need, I'm here for it."

Elle pulled up a chair to the side of the bed, her movements smooth and deliberate. She sat down, her eyes meeting yours as she gestured for you to join JJ on the bed. You felt a shiver of anticipation at the sight of her sitting there, her legs crossed, her expression a mix of excitement and challenge. She was taking control, and you knew that was exactly what she needed to feel comfortable with this situation.

"Lay back," she instructed, her voice firm. You did as she said, your heart racing as you watched her. "Now, JJ," she said, turning her attention to the other woman. "Straddle her face. I want her to show you how talented her mouth is."

JJ looked at you with a mix of excitement and trepidation, but she obeyed, her legs parting as she positioned herself over your head. You could feel the heat of her core against your lips, and the scent of her arousal filled the air. It was a heady, intoxicating aroma that made your mouth water.

With a deep breath, you leaned in, your tongue flicking out to taste her for the first time. JJ's body tensed, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt you begin to explore her folds. Your mouth closed around her clit, sucking gently at first, then with more insistence as you felt her body begin to respond.

Elle's hand found your hair, her grip tightening as she watched the scene unfold. You could feel her eyes on you, the heat of her gaze almost as intense as the pleasure building in JJ. She began to give instructions, her voice a sultry whisper. "Use your hands," she said, her eyes never leaving the sight of your mouth on JJ's body.

JJ's legs began to tremble, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as you listened to Elle's guidance. Your hands found her hips, holding her in place as your mouth continued its relentless assault. You felt the wetness of her arousal against your face, and the knowledge that you were the one bringing her pleasure was incredibly satisfying.

As you slid two fingers inside her, feeling her tightness grip you, JJ's body jolted, a muffled moan escaping her lips. You curled your fingers, finding that special spot, and she rocked her hips against your hand. The sound of her wetness filled the room, a rhythmic counterpoint to the soft, guttural noises she was making.

Elle had moved quietly behind her, and before you could even look up, her hands were on JJ's breasts, kneading and teasing the soft mounds. You watched as JJ's eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching towards the dual sensations. The sight of your girlfriend's hands on JJ was surprisingly hot, and you felt your own arousal spike.

Elle leaned in, her breath hot against JJ's neck as she whispered in her ear, "You like that, don't you?" JJ moaned in response, her hips moving in sync with your ministrations. You could feel the tension in her body, the way she was holding herself still, trying not to lose control too quickly.

You took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the scene before you: JJ's soft, full thighs framing your face, the way her stomach muscles tightened with every gasp of pleasure, the way her breasts bounced slightly with every thrust of your hand. Then, you did something you hadn't planned. You started to hum.

The vibration against JJ's clit was like a switch had been flipped. Her body jerked, a keening sound escaping her throat as she tried to stifle the noise. Her thighs clamped down around your head, but you didn't miss a beat. You hummed louder, the vibrations resonating through her entire core. It was a symphony of pleasure that she had never experienced before, and she could feel her orgasm building faster than she ever had.

Elle's voice was like a dark caress, her words sending a thrill through you. "You better thank me for sharing my toy with you," she murmured, her hand moving to JJ's chin, tilting her face up to look at her. "But remember, she's mine." The possessive glint in her eyes was unmistakable.

JJ's eyes fluttered closed, her body quivering with pleasure as you continued to tease her. You could feel the beginnings of her climax, the tightening of her muscles around your fingers. You didn't miss the hint of jealousy in Elle's voice, but it only served to fuel your desire, to make you want to give JJ the most mind-blowing experience possible.

Elle leaned in closer, her breath hot against JJ's ear. "How does it feel knowing that you're going to be thinking of her mouth for the rest of your life, but will never feel it on you again?" she whispered, a hint of satisfaction in her tone.

JJ could only whine in response, her hips grinding harder onto your mouth, unable to form coherent words. The sensation of your tongue against her clit was exquisite, a pleasure that bordered on pain. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet it was a feeling she craved more of. Her body was a live wire, every touch sending sparks through her veins.

Elle's fingers trailed down JJ's stomach, her nails scraping lightly against the sensitive skin. She watched with hooded eyes as your mouth worked its magic, the way JJ's body reacted to your every move. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she had the power to give this pleasure, to make this happen.

The room was filled with the sounds of JJ's gasps and whimpers, the slick sounds of your mouth on her skin. You could feel her getting closer, the tightness of her muscles, the way her body was coiling like a spring ready to snap. You increased the pressure, your tongue flicking faster, your humming growing more insistent.

And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her head thrown back, she let out a silent scream, her body rigid with pleasure. You could feel her pulsing around your fingers, her juices flowing freely onto your face. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, and you felt a surge of satisfaction knowing you had brought her to this peak.

Elle guided JJ's boneless body to the side of the bed, the other woman collapsing onto the soft mattress with a sigh. She was still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin flushed with the afterglow of climax. You took the opportunity to sit up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You met Elle's gaze, her eyes smouldering with desire.

Without a word, she crawled over you, her body a sleek, powerful machine of passion. Her breasts brushed against yours, sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. She positioned herself so that her hips were straddling your thighs, her own need clear and present. You could feel the heat of her, the wetness of her desire, and it made your own ache for release.

Then, she leaned down, her eyes locked on yours, and claimed your mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of desire and dominance, of a need to reclaim what was hers. Your hands found the small of her back, holding her tightly as she devoured you, her tongue dancing with yours in a dance of lust. She could taste the hint of JJ on your lips, a sweet and salty reminder of the pleasure you given.

Elle broke the kiss abruptly, turning her attention to the other woman. "There's no time for rest," she said, her voice a low, seductive command. She gestured to the space between your legs, the dampness of your arousal glistening in the dim light. "Get on your hands and knees."

JJ complied without hesitation, her own desire flaring as she took position. The sight of you, open and eager, was tantalizing. She could feel her own need pooling in her stomach, a desperate ache that was begging to be satisfied. She leaned in, her breath hot against your skin as she took in the scent of your desire.

"Go ahead," Elle urged, her voice a dark whisper in the quiet room. "Taste her. Show us what you can do."

JJ didn't need any more prompting. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste you for the first time. You watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, feeling her warm breath against your folds before she delved in deeper. Her tongue was a gentle, insistent force, exploring every inch of you with a hunger. You moaned, your hips bucking upward, seeking more of that exquisite pressure.

Elle's hand found its way to the back of JJ's head, her fingers threading through the soft strands of hair. She watched intently as JJ's mouth worked its magic on you, her own desire growing with every sound you made. With a light tug, she encouraged JJ to go deeper, and the other woman's back arched in response, her mouth never leaving your wetness.

Her other hand glided down JJ's spine, the smooth skin like silk under her fingertips. She felt the muscles tense and release with every movement. With a sudden, sharp movement, she slapped JJ's ass, the sound echoing in the room. The sting was surprising, a jolt of pain that sent a bolt of pleasure through JJ's body, making her gasp.

Elle smirked, watching the effect she had. She trailed her hand back down, her fingers dancing over the curve of JJ's hip before sliding between her legs. She felt the wetness there, a testament to how turned on the other woman was. Her own arousal grew, a throb in her core that she knew would only be satisfied when you were both begging for release.

With a sudden, firm movement, she slid two fingers into JJ's wetness, the obscene noise of the act making you both gasp. JJ's body jolted, her eyes flying open to meet yours. You watched, your breath hitching, as Elle's hand moved in a rhythmic pattern, her thumb pressing against JJ's clit with every thrust.

JJ's mouth grew sloppy against you, her focus fading in and out as she was bombarded with sensation. She was a mess of desire, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, her breathing ragged and shallow.

Elle, ever observant, noticed JJ's technique beginning to falter as she became lost in the haze of her own arousal. "Slower, JJ," she instructed, her voice low and velvety. "Feel the way she reacts to every stroke of your tongue."

JJ obeyed, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused solely on the task at hand. She traced the delicate folds of your sex with the tip of her tongue. You moaned, the sound low and needy, your hands moving to grip the bed sheets as you felt the beginnings of a climb towards ecstasy.

Elle's voice was authoritative, guiding JJ's every move. "Circles," she murmured, her hand moving to grip JJ's shoulder. "Now, lick upward, straight up the center." JJ followed her instructions to the letter, her tongue moving in perfect time with your gasps and whimpers.

"How does she taste?" Elle prompted, her fingers still slowly thrusting in and out of JJ's pussy. She paused, her tongue resting against your sensitive flesh, savouring the flavour that was uniquely you.

JJ's eyes snapped open, her gaze meeting yours. "Incredible," she breathed, her voice a hoarse whisper. "So sweet and… and intoxicating."

The words sent a shiver through you, and you felt your body respond. Your hips bucked upwards, searching for more of JJ's mouth, desperately trying to increase the pressure. You were steadily building up to your orgasm.

JJ took the cue, her movements becoming more deliberate as she listened to Elle's instructions. Each flick of her tongue was a little more precise, each suck a little more insistent. You could feel her trying to please you, to be the best she could be, and the effort was intoxicating.

Elle's fingers pumped in and out of JJ, her thumb rubbing circles around her clit. You watched the two of them, the sight of your girlfriend's hand in JJ's pussy making you wetter than you'd ever been. You could feel your own orgasm building, a pressure that was becoming almost unbearable.

JJ's tongue was a little rougher than Elle's, her technique not as refined. But as she listened to Elle's instructions, her movements grew more deliberate, more confident. And with every word, every gentle correction, you found yourself getting closer to the edge. The knowledge that Elle was watching, that she was in control of your pleasure, was an aphrodisiac more potent than any you'd ever known.

Elle's hand never stopped moving in JJ's pussy, her fingers curling and uncurling in a slow, torturous rhythm that had the other woman's hips rocking back to meet her touch. She could feel JJ's orgasm approaching, the tension in her body tightening with every stroke. But she held back, her eyes locked on yours, waiting for the moment when she knew you were ready to fall over the precipice.

"Now, JJ," she said, her voice low and intense. "Find her g-spot. Press firmly, but gently, just like this." She demonstrated the pressure on JJ, her hips jerking slightly at the sensation.

JJ nodded, her eyes focused on the task at hand. You felt her shift, her tongue moving away as she inserted two fingers into you, her movements tentative at first, then growing bolder as she listened to Elle's guidance. The feeling was overwhelming, the fullness of her digits combined with the insistent pressure on your g-spot was what you needed.

Your hips bucked down, eagerly meeting her hand as it worked its way into your body. It was as if she could read your mind, her fingers gliding into your wetness with an ease that made your eyes roll back in your head. And then, just as you were about to lose yourself to the sensation, she added her tongue back to your clit, the combination sending a shockwave of pleasure through you.

Elle's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched JJ follow her instructions. She could practically feel the tension in your body, the way your muscles tightened around her fingers as you grew closer to the edge. She knew exactly how to push you over, but she was enjoying the slow burn, the delicious anticipation of watching you fall apart.

"Faster," she told JJ, her voice a soft command. "I want to hear her scream."

JJ's eyes snapped to yours, her pupils dilated with lust as she quickened her pace. You felt the pressure building, a coil of tension winding tighter and tighter with every stroke of her fingers. You were so close, so fucking close.

Suddenly your body bowed off the bed, a keening wail tearing from your throat. The world fading out around you, your vision going white as pleasure flooded your veins. JJ's mouth never left you, her tongue working tirelessly as you rode the wave of ecstasy. You could feel her breathing hitch, her body tense with the effort of pleasing you.

Elle watched the two of you, a smug smile playing on her lips. She knew she had orchestrated this moment to perfection, the culmination of weeks of tension and desire. Her own hand never ceased its rhythm inside JJ, feeling her muscles tighten around her fingers as she approached her own climax.

You collapse back onto the bed, breathless and trembling, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rolling through your body. The world had narrowed down to this room, this moment, these two women who had brought you to the heights of pleasure. JJ's mouth was still on you, her tongue tracing lazy circles around your clit, her eyes closed as if savouring the taste of you on her tongue.

Elle watched with a smug satisfaction, her own breathing heavy as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of JJ's wet pussy. She could feel the other woman's orgasm building, the way her walls clenched around her digits with each stroke. She knew that with a few more movements, she could send JJ spiralling over the edge.

With a final twist of her wrist and a firm press against JJ's g-spot, she did exactly that. JJ's body stiffened, a keening sound escaping her throat as she came, her juices flooding over Elle's hand. Her eyes squeezed shut, her face a picture of pure ecstasy, as she rode out the waves of pleasure that crashed over her.

Elle watched, her own desire ramping up as she felt JJ's orgasm through her fingertips. She pulled her hand out with a wet sound, bringing her fingers to her own mouth and tasting the sweetness. "Mmm," she moaned, her eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. "So good."

With a contented sigh, she leaned back on the bed, her body relaxed and replete. The air was thick with the musk of arousal and the sweet scent of pleasure, a heady mix that only served to increase her own need.

You watched as JJ slowly pulled away, her face flushed and eyes glazed with satisfaction. She took a moment to catch her breath before collapsing onto the bed beside you, her body heavy and languid. You couldn't help but reach out to stroke her cheek.

Elle, however, hadn't reached her peak yet, and JJ noticed. She turned to you both, her eyes filled with concern. "Elle," she breathed, "you didn't…"

But before she could finish, Elle waved a hand, her smile knowing. "Don't worry about me," she said, her eyes drifting over to you. "I'll collect my dues later."

The three of you lie there for a few minutes, the only sound the harshness of your breathing as it slowly evened out. The tension that had been building all evening was gone, replaced with a warm contented silence.

After a while, JJ shifts, breaking the peaceful tableau. She looks between you and Elle, her expression a mix of satisfaction and shyness. "I should…I should probably go," she says, her voice a bit raspy. "Don't want to overstay my welcome."

You both nod, the understanding clear. The night had been intense, and while it had been incredible, you knew that too much of a good thing could ruin the moment. You sit up, wiping a strand of hair from your face. "Thank you, JJ," you say quietly. "That was… amazing."

JJ smiles back, a hint of shyness playing on her lips. She nods, her eyes still glazed with satisfaction. "It was," she agrees, her voice still a bit breathless. "But I should really go." She starts to sit up, her body moving with the lazy grace of someone who has been thoroughly satisfied.

Elle and you both slip into robes, the fabric whispering against your skin as you move. You help JJ to her feet, the three of you navigating the mess of discarded clothing scattered across the floor. The act of getting dressed feels almost mundane after the intense experience you've just shared, but it serves to ground you in reality.

When you reach the door, JJ hesitates, her hand lingering on the doorknob. She looks over her shoulder at the two of you, a mix of satisfaction and nerves playing across her features. "Thank you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "For letting me be part of this."

Elle nods, her smile soft. "It was fun," she replies, her eyes flicking down to your still flushed face. "But remember, she's mine."

As soon as the door clicks shut behind JJ, the atmosphere in the room shifts. The tension that had been coiled around the three of you like a living thing suddenly snaps tight. You turn to face Elle, expecting to find satisfaction in her eyes, but instead, you're met with a fierce hunger that takes your breath away.

With a speed that belies her passion, she crosses the room and pins you against the wall, her hands on either side of your head. Her eyes are like flames, burning with a desire that's as intense as it is possessive. "It's time to reclaim what's mine," she says, her voice low and demanding.

Your heart races in anticipation as she leans in, her breath hot against your neck. You can feel the power of her desire, the need to assert her dominance in the wake of the shared intimacy with JJ. It's a heady feeling, being wanted so badly, being the centre of someone's world.

Elle's tongue traces a wet line up your neck. She nips gently at the sensitive skin, her teeth grazing your pulse point before she bites down, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark that will surely be visible tomorrow. The sting of pain sends a shock of pleasure through your body, making your legs wobble.

With a surprising show of strength, she lifts you off your feet, carrying you to the bedroom like you're a ragdoll. She tosses you onto the bed, the impact jarring but welcome. You bounce slightly before settling into the softness of the mattress, your heart racing in anticipation of what's to come.

Elle follows you, her movements fluid and predatory. She's on you in a moment, claiming your mouth in an intense kiss that leaves you gasping for breath. Her tongue is a fierce, demanding presence, tasting every part of you as if she's trying to erase the memory of JJ's touch. You can feel the passion in her, a wild beast that's been let out of its cage.

With an impatient tug, she pulls the tie of your robe loose. The fabric slides away from your body, revealing your bare skin to the cool air. Her eyes rake over you, a mix of hunger and possessiveness in their depths. She takes her time, savouring the sight of you, her fingers tracing the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips. It's as if she's branding you with her gaze, marking every inch of your body as hers.

Her touch is insistent as she runs her palms over your skin, feeling the goosebumps rise in response. She seems to be everywhere at once, her hands exploring, claiming, as if she can't get enough of you. Her mouth follows the path her eyes have taken, her kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You arch into her touch, your body responding instinctively, craving the feel of her skin on yours.

"Elle," you murmur, your voice a breathless whisper. Her name is a prayer, a plea for more. And more is what you get. She growls low in her throat, a feral sound that thrills you. "JJ can't make you feel like this, can she?"

Her eyes flash with possessiveness as she pins your wrists to the bed, her hips grinding against yours in a silent demand for an answer. You can feel her heat pressing into you, the fabric of her own robe the only barrier between you. It's a question that hangs in the air.

"No," you gasp out, your voice hoarse from the pleasure that still echoes through your body. "Nobody can make me feel like you do, Elle."

Her eyes light up at your words, and she leans down to kiss you again, her teeth grazing your bottom lip. The sensation is shocking, a sharp, sweet pain that sends a jolt of desire straight to your core. She kisses down your body, her teeth leaving a trail of love bites that will serve as a reminder of this night. Each one makes you squirm, a delicious agony that you can't help but crave more of.

When she reaches your thighs, she takes a moment to admire the soft flesh. With a wicked smile, she sinks her teeth in harder than before, making you cry out. She feels your legs tense beneath her, your body arching off the bed. The love bites she makes here are the darkest, the most pronounced. It's as if she's leaving her brand on you, a declaration of ownership that makes you burn with excitement.

Her kisses grow wetter as she moves lower, her mouth finally reaching the apex of your thighs. She breathes in deeply, taking in the scent of your arousal, and you can feel your clit throb in response. Her tongue traces the outside of your pussy, teasing and taunting, not giving you what you need. The anticipation is unbearable, your hips rocking up to meet her mouth.

With a low chuckle, she finally gives in, her tongue parting your folds and delving into your wetness. You cry out, your body bucking as she finds your clit, circling it with a firm pressure that sends sparks of pleasure through you. Her teeth graze the sensitive skin around it, making you whimper. It's a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that you've never felt with anyone else.

Elle's grip on your hips tightens, her nails digging in slightly as she holds you down. You can feel the need in her touch, a fierce hunger that demands satisfaction. Her tongue flicks against your clit, fast and insistent, while her other hand slides down to your opening, her fingers sliding inside with ease. She's relentless, her mouth and hand working in tandem to drive you wild.

And wild you go, your body responding to her touch with a fervour that surprises even you. You're so wet, you can feel yourself dripping down onto her hand, the sound of her fingers moving in and out of you filling the room. The slickness of it all is so erotic that you can't help but moan louder, your hips grinding against her face.

Elle's eyes are on you, watching your every reaction, her own arousal clear in the way she's panting against your skin. She talks dirty to you, her voice a low growl that vibrates through your body, making you shiver with need. "You're so wet for me," she murmurs, her words muffled by your flesh.

Her palm presses down firmly on your clit, rubbing in tight circles that make you want to scream. The pressure is perfect, building a crescendo of pleasure that feels like it will never end. And as she does this, her fingers are still buried inside you, pumping in and out, filling you up with every thrust.

Elle knows your body like the back of her hand. She's studied every inch of you, every quiver, every gasp. She's a maestro playing a symphony of pleasure, and you're her instrument, tuned to perfection. She can feel your body tightening around her fingers, the muscles in your thighs quivering with the effort of holding on.

Her tongue moves with purpose, each stroke calculated to elicit the maximum response. She's a master at reading the signs, knowing exactly when to ease off and let you catch your breath, only to plunge you back into the abyss of pleasure.

Elle's fingers curl inside you, finding that spot that makes your toes curl. She's not gentle, but you don't want her to be. You want to feel every inch of her, to know that she's there, claiming you, reminding you of what you mean to her.

And as she does, you can't help but think about JJ. How sweet she was, how eager she had been to pleasure you. But it's not the same. It's like comparing a candle to a wildfire. With JJ, it had been fun, a thrilling escape from reality. But with Elle, it's raw, it's real, it's home.

Elle seems to read your thoughts, because she pulls back, her eyes flashing with a possessive fire. "JJ could never fuck you like this, could she?" she snarls, her voice low and guttural.

The question hangs in the air, a challenge that you can't ignore. You shake your head, your voice barely above a whisper. "No," you admit, your breath hitching as she lowers her mouth back down on your pussy.

She sucks your clit between her lips, and you can't help but arch upwards, your body begging for more. She responds by increasing the suction, her tongue swirling faster and faster in her mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, a crescendo of pleasure that makes your toes curl.

The thrust of her hand was so intense that you were rocking up the sheets, your breasts jiggling harshly with each movement. The sensation of her fingers inside you, combined with the relentless pressure on your clit, was driving you mad with desire. You could feel your orgasm approaching like a freight train, an unstoppable force that you were powerless to resist.

You came moaning loudly, curling in on yourself as the pleasure washed over you. Your back arched off the bed, and your legs clamped around her head, holding her in place as if you were afraid she'd stop if you let go. But she didn't stop, not even when your cries grew hoarse, your body jerking with the intensity of your climax.

Elle's tongue and fingers didn't ease up until you were a trembling mess beneath her, your orgasm fading into delicious aftershocks. Only then did she pull away, licking her lips with a smug satisfaction that made you want to laugh and kiss her at the same time.

But there was no time for that, because she was already moving over you, her own robe coming off to reveal her naked body, her breasts swaying with each movement. You watched, transfixed, as she settled between your legs, her own thighs pressing against yours.

The feeling of her slick skin sliding against yours was heavenly. She was wet with desire, her juices coating both of you as she ground her hips against yours. You felt her heat, her wetness, and you were lost to all reason. Your body was a live wire, each brush of skin against skin sending electric shocks of pleasure through you.

You wrapped your legs around hers, pulling her closer, your bodies melding together. The room was a haze of desire, the only sound the slap of your thighs meeting and the harshness of your breaths. Your clit was swollen and sensitive, and each time it rubbed against hers, it sent liquid heat through you.

Elle groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Yes," she breathed, her voice ragged with need. "Just like that."

Your hips ground down, grinding your sex against hers with a fierce intensity that was almost primal. You were animals, driven by instinct, by the need to claim and be claimed. Your bodies moved in a dance as old as time itself, each stroke of skin on skin, each brush of your clits, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you like a storm at sea.

You could feel the wetness between your legs, the heat of her arousal mixing with your own. Your breaths grew ragged, your chests heaving with the effort of staying connected, of getting closer.

Elle's eyes met yours as she leaned in, her breath hot against your cheek. "You're mine," she whispered, her voice a harsh rasp. "Always."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, a delicious thrill that made you want to submit to her completely. You nodded, unable to speak as your hips continued to grind against hers. It was like nothing you'd ever felt before, a raw, primal need that seemed to consume you both.

"You have no idea how much watching her touch you drove me wild," she grunted out, her voice a dark promise. "I wanted to rip her hands away and show her who you really belong to."

Her words sent a bolt of electricity through your body, making your clit throb with renewed lust. The thought of her jealousy, of her need to claim you so fiercely in front of JJ, only added to your desire. You could see the hunger in her eyes, the raw need to possess you completely.

"Elle," you gasped. "I'm yours. I always have been."

"Say it again," she demanded, her voice filled with need. "Say it like you mean it."

You swallowed, the taste of her still on your tongue. "I'm yours, Elle. Always."

Her hips stuttered against yours, and you knew she was close. You felt a strange power, knowing that you had the ability to give her what she needed. You thrust upwards, grinding against her with everything you had.

You could see her fighting for control, but it was a losing battle. With a final, desperate push, she let go, her body shaking with the force of her climax. It triggered yours, the sensations overlapping in a crescendo of pleasure that left you both gasping for air.

Elle collapsed on top of you, her breath hot against your neck. You could feel her heart racing, the thunder of her pulse matching your own. Your bodies were slick with sweat, your skin sticking together as you both struggled to catch your breath.

With a sudden surge of passion, you grabbed her face and pulled her into a deep, demanding kiss. It was as if you needed to consume her, to claim her as fiercely as she had claimed you.

"I love you," you whispered against her mouth, the words spilling out with an intensity that took even you by surprise.

Elle's eyes searched yours for a moment before she responded, "I love you too." Her voice was thick with emotion, and she leaned in to kiss you again, her mouth moving against yours with a passion that made your toes curl.

As your kisses grew slower, more tender, you both pulled back to gaze at each other. The intensity of your shared experience had deepened the connection between you, and you could see the love in her eyes, stark and unmistakable.

With a contented sigh, you both settled under the soft sheets, your bodies still slick with sweat and desire. You felt the warmth of her skin against yours, the steady beat of her heart beneath your palm. It was a comforting feeling, a reminder that despite the wildness of the night, you were still the same people who loved and cared for each other.

Elle wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer so your bodies were spooned together. Her breath was hot against your neck, her chest rising and falling in time with yours.

You turned to face her, looking into her eyes with a soft smile. "You know," you said, your voice a gentle whisper in the quiet night, "that threesome with JJ, it didn't change anything."

Elle's eyes searched yours, looking for any trace of doubt or deceit, but all she found was honesty. You took her hand and placed it over your heart, feeling the rapid beat beneath her palm. "You're the only one for me," you reassured her, the words spilling out with an ease that surprised even you. "Having her here, it only made me realize how much I love belonging to you."

Her eyes softened, and she leaned in to kiss you again, her teeth catching your bottom lip in a gentle bite. "I've never felt more alive than when I'm with you," she murmured against your mouth. "It's like I can't get enough of you, no matter how much I have."

You nodded, your heart swelling with love for this woman who could be so tender one moment and so fierce the next. "And tonight," you whispered, "just made me realize that I never want to be with anyone else. You're all I need."

Elle's eyes searched yours, the fire in them fading to a gentle warmth. "I know," she murmured, her thumb stroking soothingly against your cheek. "And I don't want to share you with anyone else either. You're mine."

"I'm yours," you whisper into the quiet of the night, feeling the truth of them resonate deep within your core. The threesome with JJ had been fun, something new and exciting, but it was nothing compared to the deep, soul-consuming love you felt for Elle. The intimacy between the two of you was a force of nature, unmatched by any fleeting fling or shared moment with someone else.

[that-guy-sleepy-miles]

Red King Design Notes

I got a single request to explain Red King's design, so I'm going feral! This will have notes based on AU lore (events), 'lore' (character relationships), and things I noticed in the show! (This one is for you, @daikon-dimes <3)

Let's start from the top and move down!

‎Red King's horns!

Firstly, her "Proud Horns"! The color is a deep-red version of DBK's old horn color, and the shape is based on Princess Iron Fan's bull-horn hairstyle!

And then her "Transportation Horns". These are a slightly darker color than the Proud Horns and their shape is based on PIF's hair and also vaguely based on DBK's horns.

That actually brings us to...

Bangs like Mama and Red King's tiara!

Okay, horn lore:

Red King had eaten a monk and then took a killer fucking nap—like she CONKED OUT—and she woke up with big ol bull horns (magical power expression* has to go somewhere, and she's not really using it or feeling anything right then) and she was like "oh, dude, what the fuck", and then freaks out because she can't balance herself anymore

After being freaked out for a while, she demanded that the nearest bull clone get her a mirror.

She looks at herself in the mirror (she's learned how to balance at this point, good for her), she touches her horns, and she goes,

"Heh. Like Mother's hair."

And, even though she and her mother are in the middle of essentially a Cold War, she finds her mother's old tiara and puts her hair around her horns like her mom's… decorative hairstyle? whatever we'd call that. like the way her mom serves massive cunt 25/8—because she loves her mom more than anything else. (No matter how much of a raging ******* PIF is being. God, why is she like that sometimes???)

(The Eternal Fire design has sidebangs that are reminiscent of PIF's but more silky and flowy.)

Bull Fam Huadian and Bindi

The Eternal Slumber design has a huadian (a form of traditional Chinese ornamental forehead makeup, which is located between the eyebrows and sometimes on the cheeks, the temples, and the dimples) shaped like the Demon Bull family crest instead of the traditional flower petals. This is because of the idea that Red Son's "red dot" is a huadian, which I've seen floating around quite a bit, but I'm 99% sure it's a bindi.

It's in the right spot for a bindi and the wrong spot for a huadian, it looks like a bindi and doesn't look like a huadian—it's a bindi. I don't know if this is still going on (people thinking it's a huadian/saying it's a huadian/drawing it as a huadian), but it's a bindi. It's a bindi guys.

(Because of Red Son's tendency for overly expressive downturned eyebrows and the inconsistency of hand-drawn animation, it's hard to tell, but the "red dot" is seemingly intended to be slightly above and between his eyebrows, not high above on his forehead. You can tell on screenshots where it's on his forehead that it's in the wrong spot, it's actually really fun.)

Also, the people on the wiki call it a "forehead dot" and I'm so...

Anyway, in her Eternal Fire design, Red King's bindi returns! This is because her time with MK has "reignited her inferno", and she is returning to herself! With her bindi! Welcome back, pookie bear!!!

and on the note of her "reigniting her inferno", her Eternal Fire design has the same eyebrow makeup as the Red Son minifig!

Her Samadhi Ring

In the Red King AU, Red Son is allowed to keep his/her ring of Samadhi for a number of reasons. Importantly, DBK and PIF let Red Son their ring because it is their power—Red Son was born with the Samadhi Fire, and it's an expression of their power. They are a family obsessed with power for a good while, so in the Red King AU, DBK and PIF felt it cruel to strip their only child of their power and of the remainder of it. The thought also was that, as the creator of the fire, Red Son would have the most incentive to keep the ring safe. They'd certainly never lose it, like some people.

(Fun fact, this means that DBK's nose ring is the other way around like it was in his younger years. That's just a really silly detail, but like... they match <3)

Red King's Hair Highlights (and Their Relation to Red Son’s Magic Expression and the Samadhi Fire)

(By the way, the Eternal Slumber design has more chaotic shines because her hair isn't brushed, and the Eternal Fire design has more uniform/put-together shines because her hair is being taken care of.)

Red King has shiny hair, and that's not just to look cool. To explain why, I had to make a giant post about the LEGO Monkie Kid Magic System. I go in-depth about Red Son at the end of that post, but I'll give a TLDR here:

Red Son has a wholly unique form of expressing magic among demons, gods, dragons, descendants, reincarnations, and everything in-between (the in-between being Red Son himself, MK, Wukong, and Macaque [Red Son is half-god, half-demon; MK was intended to be a mystic monkey but got his genetics messed with; Wukong and Macaque are mystic monkeys outside of any of the 10 species, they just need to be noted here [Their magic is completely conventional, they're just crazy strong]). His body, and specifically his hair, is directly connected to his magic in a way that's different from other characters for reasons we can only speculate.

Because Red King is stronger than Red Son (and has a link to the Samadhi Fire), she has many large hair highlights! Generally, they're condensed into one or two large shapes, but smaller highlights around a large shape are also acceptable. :]

Outfits

Eternal Slumber wears zhong yi (middle clothes), a longer version of Red Son's robe from season 3, and Red Son's sandals from season 3. (I call those house shoes but the model sheet says sandals.)

Zhong yi were worn under normal clothing in Hanfu, and often worn to bed. Some posts about zhong yi: 1, 2, 3. Because Red King is... well... sleeping often but in a regal way, she wears zhong yi instead of modern sleepwear. Her robe is also longer to evoke the fact that it is a robe and she is a king.

Eternal Fire wears a sleeveless version of Red Son's coat with a gold trim. This gold trim is actually because of something on Red Son's page on the Monkie Kid Wiki! Okay, so, I'm so autistic that part of my LMK Special Interest (it's been 4 years, so this is officially a special interest) actually extends to the Wiki... and on Red Son's Wiki page, there is something so fun!!

On Red Son's Minifigure–show comparison, the screenshot used to compare contains a coloring error! Red Son's collar is actually his skin tone! And I LOVE THAT. NOBODY TELL THEM. IF YOU ARE A WIKI EDITOR AND YOU'RE READING THIS, DON'T FIX IT!!!

I love coloring errors and I love mistakes. Not only is there the original coloring error (the mark of a human being; someone worked on this scene and they made a mistake and now we can see it and see them! It's as if their memory is saying hello, and that's why I love coloring errors), but someone else missed it, and now it has been used to represent this character's design as a whole (a SECOND human being!! Hello!! You've been here, and you didn't catch something, and now I'll always remember you were here!).

And that's why I don't want it to be fixed. I know it should be fixed, and I know the Wiki is a source of knowledge, but I also just... love people so much... and I decided to remember the coloring error by giving Red King's coat a gold trim. <3 (I was going to keep it to the collar like the coloring error, but it didn't look good.)

Other notes:

She's wearing armbands like she did when she was a baby because the Eternal Fire design is her "returning to herself."

The ballroom gloves are just sexy like that. Make MK go Looney Tunes. (And the wristbands are for the same purpose.)

S H A N T S

Uhhh that's it! Thank you!! <3 <3 <3 <3!!