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sw33tsuccubus · 4 months

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𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒸𝓎 𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈𝑜𝓃 boyfriend headcanons

you’re best friends who kiss

likes kissing your cheek. it’s just where his lips go. if he’s excited, like after winning capture the flag, he kisses your lips and then gets all flustered. it’s like the first time all over again. gives you these big bear hugs that make you warm. nuzzles his face into your hair during these.

has been jumpscared by a bee before. maybe he jumped into your arms and shrieked. just maybe.

it’s rare the two of you can cuddle. camp is always so busy. whenever you can, though, it’s always so sweet. sometimes you lay on your back and he drapes an arm and leg over you, his head on your shoulder with his breath lightly tickling your neck. sometimes his arms lazily wrap around you, face in your hair, legs tangled together. occasionally he’ll spoon you while you cuddle one of his plushies.

speaking of his plushies. he has a few, and they’re all sea creatures. a crab, a squid, a shark, a clownfish, a seahorse, a dolphin. he’ll be offended if you think they’re silly.

kind of embarrassing. will brag you’re the best at something even if you’ve never done it. has an ‘i ❤️ my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner’ shirt.

you guys have bracelets of each others’ color schemes. there’s a charm related to your godly parent on there. the one he gave you is blue, and it has a trident charm.

he paints his nails with you. more often than not they’re royal blue, but sometimes he paints them your favorite colors. he’d love to match you, smiling at your hands whenever your fingers are intertwined and he can see.

smells like the sea naturally. he uses cologne and scented shampoo, but you can only smell them if he’s pressed against you.

leaves clothes at your cabin just so you can wear them. gets so giddy if you do. denies any accusations that he does it on purpose. he makes sure it’s always his favorite clothes too, so it smells just that much more like him since he wears them more.

when you start talking, he zones out of everything in the room. partly because he’s hyperfocusing, but also because he chooses you over anything else. maybe he has heart eyes. just maybe.

he’s into pda, but he listens to your boundaries. in love with holding your hands. he’s be a little disappointed if you wouldn’t let him but he’d understand.

has tried impressing you by flexing. yeah, he’s muscular, but it was so funny. he’s talking with a friend, sees you, and immediately shows off. please don’t laugh, he’ll cry about it.

he’s dramatic. pouts and whines if you laugh at him for being childish. pouts and whines if you don’t laugh at one of his jokes. pouts and whines if you don’t hang out with him at least three times a day.

asks to spar with you. he’ll hold back to see what you’re capable of and then match as best as he can. if he cuts you, he’s apologizing and almost screaming. if you cut him, he’s laughing it off and telling you he’s okay. it’s fine if that’s not your thing, though; you can watch him :) at first, you think he’s being egotistical when he offers, trying to show off, but it’s kind of cool to watch. he’s like a gymnast, or a figure skater. his motions are just so fluid.

he likes to go swimming at least once a week to keep himself grounded. if you don’t want to come, he’ll collect you something from underwater. a pretty rock, a seashell, some random ocean treasure. he’d be ecstatic if you came with him, though. picking you up and twirling you in the water and splashing water at you.

does not shut up. he lays there and yaps about his day with his head on your lap and your hands playing with his hair. tells you about his favorite movies while walking with you around camp. he complains about any inconveniences with his cheek pressed to the top of your head, his arms wrapped around you.

that being said, he’s also a great listener. he sits there and nods along, smiling and adding small quips where needed. if you need advice, don’t ask him!! no matter how much you love him, he gives terrible advice. he’s quite reckless.

he’s protective. not overly so, but he is. he’s watching over you during training, he’s worrying if you ever go on a quest without him, he’s standing up to anyone at camp or at school who says something about you. if you got injured during the Battle of Manhattan or the fight against Gaea, he would be very worried and so so mad. he would put everything at risk for you.

he gets jealous sometimes and it’s funny, seeing him pout and reach for your hand. he’ll gently laugh at you and tell you how he feels about you if you ever feel jealous.

dating him is an experience.

he has some mood swings. he’s normally a happy, funny guy, but sometimes he gets sad thinking about his past and all the friends he’s lost. he gets frustrated and angry sometimes, when things don’t go his way or if things start piling up.

if he’s upset, he tries to avoid you so that he doesn’t snap at you. once he’s feeling better, he’ll come to you and hug you, which lead to cuddles. he doesn’t say much when this happens. either it’s silent, or you can talk to him and he’ll listen to each word.

he’s such a sweetheart. he’s always thinking about what you prefer and your interests and he’s always trying to be a gentleman for you, though his silliness makes it funny.

he’s all in all a caring and sweet boyfriend.

#percy jackson x reader #gn reader #headcanons #pjo x reader

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screeching-bunny · 9 months

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may i request a yandere god/angel? The idea of something so pure..the one thing you have faith in is actually the thinkg keeping u trapped in their obsession bubble is so appealing to me. having no hope left anymore. just them <3

Yandere! God Hcs

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

🌟 Yandere! God embodies profound wisdom and possesses knowledge beyond mortal comprehension. They have a mysterious aura and speak in riddles, often challenging his followers to seek enlightenment and often confusing the hell out of them. He’s very unpredictable and playful. He finds joy in playful interactions and enjoys surprising their followers with unexpected twists while they worship him. He lives for drama and will one hundred percent mislead his followers.

🌟 Yandere! God is starstruck when he first sees you. He can’t believe that such a cutie is worshiping him and is such a devoted follower. Any prayer that you wish for, he immediately tries to make it become a reality. Since he’s an all powerful god, you can best believe that he will misuse his powers when it comes to you. What’s this? You met a cute guy at work and flirted with him? Well too bad he got struck by lightning five times and died on the spot. Truly unfortunately. He’ll do his best to isolate you from your friends and family. You’ll be so lost that the only thing you can do is just pray to him whenever you can. The thought of this has him kicking his feet up in the air and twirling his hair.

🌟 Yandere! God plans out exactly how and when you guys will finally meet in person. After watching you for many hours he wants this moment to be as perfect as possible. He makes sure to be as dramatic and extra as possible, revealing himself in a very flashy way. Some lightning here and there and some cool looking smoke for his entrance. One day your just praying to him and poof he’s out in front of you.

“WHAT THE— WHO ARE YOU?!?”

“Some people want to meet me, some people don’t believe me, and some people claim to be me. I am…?”

“OH MY GOSH YOU’RE BATMAN?!?!”

“Yes it is— WAIT NO!!!”

🌟 Yandere! God eventually stops speaking in riddles around you because of your inability to get the correct answer. It’s just the only way that he can communicate with you properly and have you understand what he’s saying. Don’t worry though he still loves you nonetheless even if you are a total airhead. He will, however, personally tutor you if it ever really comes down to it. He still speaks in riddles to everyone else but you.

🌟 Yandere! God enjoys watching you pray to him. You view him as someone to look up to and ask about life questions. He makes sure to manipulate you by giving you advice that causes you to become a social outcast to the rest of the world. Who needs friends or a lover when you have him? Whenever his servants hear him say these things to you they just side eye him. They don’t try to do anything about it though because there’s no stopping him when it comes to love.

🌟 Yandere! God uses his followers as entertainment. They’re like his own personal reality tv show that he can control whenever he wants. He loves dropping random things on them and watching them freak out about it. Do you remember the time when a bunch of archeologists dug up an ancient rock with diamonds around it? Yeah, that was his badly made art craft that he threw away years ago. Do you also remember that hurricane that nearly destroyed a country a few months ago? Yeah that was also him, he just accidentally sneezed in the wrong direction that day. His followers believe that anything he does has a meaning behind it. Those natural disasters that have been happening recently must be a test from him. When in reality it was just you messing around with the weather because you we bored.

🌟 Yandere! God would make a new flower and name it after you. His love for you is infinite and would like to spend all of eternity with you. When you first met him you thought that he was supposed to be a generous and pure being. It was because of this thought that you never really saw his advances towards you as romantic. You just brushed these thoughts off and thought you were crazy for even thinking this was. When he found out what you were thinking he nearly ripped his hair off.

🌟 Yandere! God uses the idea of enlightenment to forever trap you by his side. Ditch all the people that you once knew and live with him. This is the only way for you to reach your full potential. People are just vial and disgusting so just jump right into his arms. He’s honestly so good a gaslighting that you don’t even question him and just do exactly what he says. To him it’s almost comical but he couldn’t be prouder of you. If you ever tried to gaslight him it wouldn’t work. I mean you can’t out gaslight the original gaslighter. He was literally the blueprint.

🌟 Yandere! God is terrible at cooking. This is understandable because he is a god and doesn’t need to consume food in order to survive. You, however, do need it. He tries his best to cook food for you but whenever you eat his food you always get food poisoning and need to run to the toilet. He always looks so proud when handing you the dishes that he made that you don’t have the heart to tell him that you don’t want it. So you usually just suck it up and shove it right down your throat.

🌟 Yandere! God is aware that you are a mortal and will one day die. So he tries various ways to make you immortal whether you like it or not. The thought of you dying just pains him and he’d do anything to prevent it from happening. He would destroy and sacrifice the entire universe if it meant that you’d be safe with him. Being with him is so suffocating. He’s like a clingy dog that always bites for attention. There is honestly no quiet moment where you get to be alone in your own thoughts because he is always watching you.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere oc #gn reader #yandere god

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darklydeliciousdesires · 5 months

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Your Touch Builds a Bonfire - A John Shelby/Reader One Shot Story.

Just a bit of John smut for my lovelies on this cold Saturday night! Enjoy, darlings :)

Words - 1,810

Warnings - Spicy smut below the cut, minors DNI!

The way he twirls a pencil between his fingers, watching how the phalanges bend so effortlessly has you in a trance. How he makes a teacup look so small in his grasp. How the veins in the back of his hands bulge when he flexes a hand in his hair, usually when something has frustrated him to the point of anger.

When he notices you watching, though, that fiery temper of his never fails to cool.

He knows how much you desire him. He sees it, he’s been waiting for you to make a move, seeing how far he can go in pushing you with little instances of tease. He always finds some way to lightly touch you, whether emphasising a point, sweeping a stray few strands of hair behind your ear, or brushing fallen eyelashes from your cheek, he finds a way.

You want his hands on you in much finer detail, though. It’s only because he’s your boss and you’re scared to lose your job that you haven’t acted upon it, just in case you’re wrong. It makes you tingle to the tips of your ears, imagining giving him the come on only for him to stare at you incredulously and state that you are mistaken over his intentions.

Leaving your daydream behind, you turn your attention back to the typewriter ahead of you, the chaos of the bookmaker's offices soon beginning to swirl as the races kick off at various locations around the country. By the end of the day, the final race leaving the men cleared from the space to go and either celebrate or commiserate their wins or losses at the local boozer, you are still at your typewriter, John across the space at his desk, scribbling in the ledger.

You see him exit his seat without a word, leaving the room, your fingers tapping the final letters upon the page you need his signature upon, pulling it from the typewriter and gently shaking it to dry the ink. Placing it down, you see an arm reach over your shoulder, a whiskey placed upon your desk.

“Worked hard today, you did,” he speaks, nodding to the glass as you turn to look up at him. “I ain’t in the mood for the pub, but I am in the mood for a few drinks with my favourite.”

He winks, and heat prickles your cheeks, busying yourself with picking up the drink and taking a big sip, attempting to bolster your confidence a little. It’s what you want, but oh! How the man makes you nervous!

He’s too gorgeous for his own bloody good.

“Well, since your other favourite was disappointing today, I can scarcely blame you.”

He grins, chuckling into his glass. “Yeah, you’re much less trouble than a thoroughbred with the desire to throw his fucking jockey.” He shakes his head, sinking the rest of his drink. “Bloody animal.” He reaches for the bottle he brought with him, refilling his glass, topping yours off too. “You’re still trouble, though.”

Your face mirrors the confusion his statement makes you feel. “I am?”

“Oh ar, love. Definitely.”

Your heart hammers with nervous excitement, taking a long sip of the whiskey before replying. “Why is that?”

“Because short of diving on you, I dunno what the fuck else I’m meant to do to show you how much I want to take you to bed. If we even got that far. Believe me, I want you so badly, I’d settle for tearing off all your clothes and bouncing you on my cock while sitting in a chair down here.”

Oh god. There they are, his intentions, delivered with every ounce of cocky confidence you should have known would leak out eventually after his tentative flirtations thus far. John Shelby can only be gentlemanly for so long, though.

It’s time to cease the wallflower routine.

Standing up, you don’t take your eyes off him for a long, long moment, the weight of your mutual stare enough to crack the floor below as you gesture to the seat you rose from. “I think we were the wrong way round for that to happen.”

His mouth curls into a smirk, finishing his drink and placing the glass down, seating himself. You move to him, excitement whizzing through your tummy, gathering the soft material of your summer dress and beginning to hitch it up, John’s hands reaching for you, running up your bare legs as you manoeuvre astride him, sitting upon his thighs.

The feeling of his hands, hands you have fantasised about for so long finally running over your skin, gripping your hips as he pulls you closer to him causes little darts of warmth to flicker through you, the heat of his hardening cock right against your apex making you tingle with want. His lips press kisses across your chest, hands moving to cup your breasts, tongue running over the half-moon of each soft orb escaping the top of your dress, his soft groan hungry, fingers moving to lower the zip.

The fabric pools in his grasp as the dress falls from your shoulders, his lips placing ascending kisses to your neck before your mouths finally meet, an exchange of filthy, blazing, hungry need, your heart somersaulting in your chest. His mouth is so ravenous upon you, it knocks you sideways, the urgency of his desire for you, hands clasping at your back, removing your bra will easy skill, like he’s done it a hundred times before.

He probably has.

You feel in nothing short of a hundred percent capable, knowledgeable hands, his mouth moving to suck upon your nipple, your head tipping back as you grind yourself against his hard cock, his teeth prickling in bite upon the pebbled bud in response to that. “Fuck, these are some fucking beautiful tits.” His breath flutters hot against you, summer breezing through a spring chill, warming you to your bones, his tongue running slowly from between your breasts and back to your mouth.

Unbuttoning his waistcoat, your hands slide beneath his braces, levering them from his shoulders, unknotting his tie and unbuttoning his crisp, white shirt, thirsting to feel the skin that lies beneath pressing against yours. His shirt flutters to the floor, his arms tightening around them as your touch tours lithe muscles encased in pale, golden freckled flesh. His hand trails down your body, reaching the cotton of your undies, the fabric dampened by your want for him.

Pushing you back, he moves you to your feet, pupils blown with lust, gripping those soaking undies and tugging them down. Shuffling the chair forward, he lifts your leg over his shoulder, scattering kisses up your inner thigh, the anticipation making you pant, a soft gasp fluttering over your lips as his mouth meets your folds.

A hot lick rolls through the wet of you, the light fleck of stubble adding in delicious contrast, his tongue seeking your clit and circling, flickering, evoking your wails, your hands going to his hair, nails flexing against the shaven sides of his head as you mewl in delight. Each lick has your blood running hot, sends glimmers through you, little shocks of pleasure tingling your entire core as your cries rend the air.

He has you panting hard, each skim of his tongue over your tiny, potent little bundle making your hips rock against his mouth, his arms wound around you, one gripped to your waist, the other squeezing upon the rounded orb of your bum. His full lips close in suck around you, your legs shaking, the heat of it snapping over your bones, the pleasure biting and full-bodied, a bright burn of warmth making the coil within you tighten sharply.

Flattening his tongue against you, he lets you get off on the wide drag of it, the tip caressing your dewy opening as your clit throbs against the press, his hand moving to begin undoing his trousers.

“I could fucking eat your beautiful little cunt forever, darlin’, but god, I need you on my cock.” You’re so aroused, you can barely form thought as he pulls it out, and it’s thick and perfect, running it through the slick petals of your sex as you sit back astride him before feeding it into your gaping little hole, filling you with a rumbling grunt.

White hot pleasure sizzles up your spine, ascending like a flurry of champagne bubbles, the taste of yourself upon his sensuous mouth more erotic than you could have ever imagined, moaning against his tongue as your rock back and forth upon him. The sensations of your walls being split so wide around him has bolts of pure bliss skittering through you, your tender little clit grinding against him as his hips buck up against you, pushing you back to devour your breasts with kisses, nibbles and licks.

The way his hands tour you, stroking ever rise and curve of your body, it has you just as mindless as the delicious drag of his cock over every sweet spot within you, scraping sparks through your walls, his groans deep and rich as he paws at you with unrelenting hunger. The heat of it roars like a forest fire, the embers sizzling over your nerves as your mutual moans fill the space, bliss tumbling through you both. It’s fervid and delicious, scorching and unrelenting, everything you knew sex with John would be now playing out in an illumination of utter sin.

His eyes are a bonfire of blue fire as he stares at you, fingers tangling in your hair, kissing you again with urgent need as his cock sends glimmers fizzing through you. It becomes even more uncontained, the power of him beneath you incredible, hands tightening upon your shoulders as he forces you down upon the rigidity of him, making you to take the brunt of every hard snap of his hips, hitting you so deep, you’re sent reeling and mindless atop him as your thighs tremble.

Your cries reach crescendo as the stars surge forth, entire nebulas glittering into decadent light, your walls fluttering around him, dragging his release from his sweaty body, cock spilling hot into you. You’re both rendered an entwined, panting mess in the wake of it, kissing softly, hands still roaming, John beginning to chuckle.

“Yeah,” he breathes, nuzzling your nose, “definitely the least troublesome favourite of the day.”

You beam, your chest still heaving hard. “Want to take me upstairs and see if I can change that?” Your tongue teases the outer shell of his ear, gently nibbling the soft lobe. “I promise not to buck the jockey off.”

He laughs loudly, locking his arms around you and carrying you to the stairs, his hand smacking against your bum a few times causing your shrieking laughter. “I suppose it’d be fun if you tried to, love.”

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rxmqnova · 4 months

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Can i please request a Wanda x little sister reader.

Reader uses powers (they didn't know she had) when Steve is being extra hard on Wanda. "Stop making Sissy cry" as she turned the floor under Steve's feet to liquid. After getting the captain stuck up to the knees, reader only calms down once Wanda picks us up and cuddles us close. We refuse to release Steve though, not until Nat gets back (she tries hard not to laugh), and bribes us with the present she brought us back.

(Very brief WandaNat .... maybe)?

Anyway, thanks for reading 👍

No worries if you don't want to write this or can't.

Little protector

Y/N: 6 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV A loud gasp escapes Y/N's lips as soon as her house made of lego falls on the ground. The little girl has been playing in her room when suddenly a red magic ball formed in her hand and flew away, hitting her lego house.

"Cool!" She grins, happy that she can be like her big sister Wanda now.

Speaking of Wanda, the older Maximoff is currently in the gym, training with Steve. Y/N knows her sister needs to know about it and the little one really wants to train with Wanda and become an Avenger just like her sister.

Y/N immediately sprints to the gym, knowing her sister is there. As soon as she steps in, she sits down on a bench, loving to watch her sister train and completely forgetting why she came to the gym in the first place.

Though suddenly Steve raises his voice at Wanda on which the little Maximoff furrows her brows, a pot forming on her face. Y/N's very protective over her big sister, so Steve not being nice to her sister is making her really angry.

Once Y/N notices a few tears escaping her big sister's eyes, that's it for her and she immediately makes her way over there, standing in front of Wanda with her arms crossed and a pout on her face.

But because Y/N is still really small compared to Steve, he doesn't even notice her which makes Y/N even more angry.

"Stop making sissy cry!" Y/N shouts, stomping her foot which makes the ground under Steve's feet turn into liquid, causing him to fall down into it.

Wanda gasps, protectively wrapping her arms around her little sister and pulling her back a little bit while Y/N just puts her hand over her mouth, trying to hold her giggles.

"What have you done, Wanda?" Steve asks irritated, trying to get back on the floor, the weird form of the liquid not really allowing it.

"Don't be mean to Wanda!" Y/N shouts with a pout, not liking the tone of Steve's voice and stomping her foot once again.

The liquid turns back into its previous form, trapping Steve completely while Wanda's just standing there completely shocked.

"What are you doing?!" Steve raises his voice, still trying to get out, but can't move at all now.

"I said-"

"No, no, no, that's enough, honey" Wanda's quick to lift her little sister up, sitting her on her hip and holding her close before she can stomp her foot once again.

"But I don't like when someone's mean to you, Wanda" Y/N pouts once again, twirling her little finger around a strand of Wanda's hair.

"Honey, that's really sweet of you, but we can't use our powers on friends, even if they're sometimes mean" Wanda explains, tucking a strand of hair behind her little sister's ear. "When did you even get those powers?"

"Just now! I was just about to tell you. Now we can train together!" Y/N grins, kicking her legs happily.

"Hello? I'm still here" Steve reminds.

"Okay, bubs. It's time to free him" Wanda orders.

Y/N looks at Steve who still seems to be really angry and just shakes her head with a giggle.

"What do you mean no, missy?" Wanda raises an eyebrow, making Y/N giggle once again.

"When I'm not being nice you always sit me on a step, so Steve has to stay here, because he wasn't nice to you" The tiny girl reasons, looking at her sister seriously.

"Seriously? Get me out of here!" Steve orders, crossing his arms over his chest and not believing his ears right now.

"No" Y/N shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest as well. "What's going on here?" Natasha asks, appearing in the gym as she just got back from the store and was about to train for a bit.

She gotta try really hard not to laugh when she sees Steve stuck up in the floor, not being able to get out.

"Ask this little monkey, it's her job" Wanda sighs.

"Oh, really? You did this, Y/N/N?" Natasha asks, a chuckle escaping her lips at the sight of mad Steve stuck in the floor.

"How about some help instead of making fun of it, Romanoff?" Steve rolls his eyes.

"Can you let him go, sweetheart?" Natasha asks softly, tucking a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear.

"No" Y/N shakes her head no, crossing her arms over her chest again.

"And why is that, missy?" Natasha raises an eyebrow playfully.

"He was very mean to Wanda. She even cried" Y/N explains seriously.

"Well, but that's not nice, is it? I think Steve is very lucky I wasn't here otherwise he'd end up much worse than just stuck in the floor" Natasha says, giving Steve a glare for making her girlfriend cry. "I don't know, Steve. Maybe we should just leave you here" She teases, making Y/N giggle.

"What?! You can't be serious right now" Steve's eyes widen, watching the three girls in disbelief.

"Just get him out already" Wanda jumps in, knowing her overprotective little sister and overprotective girlfriend would let Steve here for god knows how long.

"Alright" Natasha sighs. "I might have bought you a little something in the store, детка. So how about you let Steve out and I'll give you that little something?" Natasha offers, knowing Y/N can't say no to presents. (baby)

"Hmmm…. Okay, but can I sleep with you and Wanda today?" Y/N asks, pulling out her best puppy eyes on which Natasha lets out a chuckle.

"Alright, I think we can make an exception. What do you think, Wands?" Natasha questions, looking at Wanda who smiles and nods.

"We can, but now let Steve out, honey" Wanda stands her little sister on the ground, placing her hands on Y/N's small shoulders.

"But how?" Y/N asks, looking at Wanda with hope she'd help her while Steve's eyes widen, already thinking he'll stay there forever.

"Oh… Close your eyes, honey" Wanda tries to help, kneeling down to her little sister when Y/N does what she was told. "Okay, now you need to really concentrate. You need to think really hard about what you want to do"

Y/N does what her sister said, thinking really hard about getting Steve out of the floor and after a few minutes, the floor around Steve turns into liquid once again, so Natasha's quick to help him out.

"Good job, honey" Wanda smiles, pulling her sister in for a hug and pressing a kiss to her little cheek.

"Natty, what did you get me in the store?" Y/N asks impatiently, making Natasha and Wanda let out a small laugh.

"Alright, you cheeky little girl. Come with me" Natasha chuckles, taking Y/N's tiny hand in hers and leading her out of the gym.

Wanda follows the pair, leaving soaked Steve in the gym. One thing is sure now… everyone should know not to mess with Wanda otherwise Y/N will teach them a lesson.

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Sorry for the long wait, guys! I'm pretty busy with school, but I promise I'm working on all your requests!! <33

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grandlinedreams · 2 months

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|| that opening paragraph in HOBAS will haunt me for eternity. You know the one.

|| warnings: drug usage (mirthroot), shotgunning, suggestive, touch of jealous Ruhn, confession fic (kinda)

Truthfully, Ruhn doesn't know if you'll ever stop finding ways to surprise him. Your presence in his bedroom alone is one ㅡ the request you've just given voice to is another.

He blinks at you. "Repeat that?"

Your eyes narrow, and you huff in frustration. "I said I wanted to learn how to smoke," you tell him. "Don't look at me like that ㅡ is it that weird?"

"Honestly yeah," he admits. He wants to ask why you're suddenly interested ㅡ but the shadows that flicker in your expression keep him from prodding too deeply. Instead, he untangles himself from the bed and strides towards his dresser, plucking the neatly rolled bundle from it. It'd been meant for him, Dec and Flynn later ㅡ but surely they wouldn't mind. He'd bought this time around anyways.

"Okay," he says as he returns to you, watched you eye the way he twirls the bundle between his fingers with practiced ease before he lights it. "We're gonna try something, since you've got a virgin throat."

You scoff at his grin, hoping he doesn't catch the way you shift just a little at his wording. You watch embers flare, the sweet-smelling smoke that curls from it ㅡ and then to Ruhn as he brings it to his lips. The end lights up as he inhales, long and slow ㅡ and then he's gesturing for you to move towards him.

You expect him to blow the smoke in your face, but Ruhn takes it a step further. Instead, there's the cool press of his fingers at your jaw, coaxing your lips to part before his mouth is on yours.

It's not a kiss, not quite ㅡ but it sends your heart racing all the same as he exhales into your mouth. Ruhn pulls away, settling back to watch with a grin as smoke curls from your mouth. "Now we wait."

You understand why mirthroot is so popular. It winds sweetly around your mind, eases you into a headspace that's a little dizzier, untethered ㅡ and you like it. Being sprawled out on Ruhn's bed with his hand in your hair is something you like even more.

"So," Ruhn drawls as he tucks hair behind your ear, "mind telling me why you've decided to smoke now, of all times? I thought you were dating that goody-goody."

You can't tell if the bitter edge to his tone is real or imagined, and you groan. "I don't want to talk about him." You roll away, staring at the blurry blink of little lights strung around the top of his room. He watches you, and feels immediately like an asshole when you speak again, voice too soft. "We broke up."

"Bastard," Ruhn says, trying for solidarity even though he's more than a little relieved that you're no longer with the other male ㅡ he'd met him once, and the memory of encounter still pisses him off. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No," you answer, rolling back to pillow your head in Ruhn's lap and sending his heart stuttering in his chest. It's entirely unfair that you're unaware of the effect you have on him, truly. "But he said that it wasn't fair to him for me to act like I want to be with him when it's obvious I don't."

Ruhn raises an eyebrow, drifting his fingers over your forehead and down your temple to cup your cheek, thumb sweeping against your skin. "He accused you of being interested in someone else?"

"Not an accusation if it's true," you mumble.

Ruhn studies you for a long moment. "It's not Dec or Flynn, is it?" He forces himself to ask, hates how it ignites that bitter, green-eyed monster's attention at the thought of you being with either of them. You shake your head. "Then who is it?"

Your eyes lock with his, reddened by the mirthroot you've indulged in. "You," you say, so quietly that Ruhn almost has to strain to hear you. "It's you."

Ruhn stares at you for so long that you're grateful for the smoke that still addles your mind ㅡ you can blame your confession on that, since he's ㅡ

Kissing you. Ruhn's mouth is on yours before you can register that he's moved. His lip ring is startlingly cold, but you can't bring yourself to care about much beyond the way his tongue is sliding into your mouth. It elicits a soft moan from you before he's pulling away to press his forehead to yours, panting softly.

"Thank fuck," he swears quietly, "I don't think I could take it if it was Flynn or Dec." He leans to pepper soft kisses against your cheek and the corner of your mouth, and you blink dazedly.

"Wait, so does that mean you like me too?"

Ruhn scoffs, amused as he kisses you properly. "I think it's a lot more than just liking you," he mumbles, "but yeah. Have for a while, thanks for noticing."

You nip at his bottom lip for that, reveling in the hiss and pinch to your side that he retaliates with. "So what now?"

"Now," he says as he gathers you into his arms and flops back against the bed, "we wait for the mirthroot to wear off. And then I'm going to ask you out properly. Sound good?"

You blink, then cuddle closer, listening to the way his heartbeat matches yours. "Yeah," you answer. "Sounds good."

#ㅡmine.#crescent city x reader #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn x reader

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kairiscorner · 6 months

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I saw your dialogue prompts and I can’t help but get serious Atsumu Miya vibes from #10. Like Atsumu seriously pinning for reader and reader just ignoring because Atsumu is a known smug playboy and they don’t trust him. And it’s just him not giving up and at one point he realizes he just needs to open up and be vulnerable instead of putting on this “cool hot guy” facade he has been doing to get attention.

My pronouns are she/her and I’m AFAB, so if it is a choice I’d personally prefer a fem reader, but I’m perfectly fine with a gender neutral reader, which ever you choose is perfect :3

❝maybe i wanna be more than just cool.❞ — atsumu miya x fem!reader

🗨️ dialogue prompt #10: "if you can't believe me, then i'll have to show you that i'm serious about you."

📸 photo creds: bakuxxplosion on pinterest !

✒️ word count: 929

🏐 genre: fluff.

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"hey... you're really pretty." he whispers in your ear, his voice dripping with smugness and confidence. he backs away from you a little to see your reaction, smiling to himself, instead of smirking; but you couldn't tell the difference, you were ignoring him completely. if he wanted a reaction, he got one, just not the one he wanted–you were backing away now, not even shifting your gaze up to meet his big, brown eyes, even for a second.

you were aware about the kind of reputation atsumu had, and dare you say he was definitely someone you wouldn't wanna give the time of day, let alone the satisfaction in getting your attention. it might have seemed rude on your part, but you didn't wanna take your chances and see if he was... actually serious in what he was saying. he sighed at your lack of a response, save for you backing away.

"what do i have to do... to get you to realize that i want you?" he asks you in a soft mumble his nose against your hair, his lips against your ear. you might have blushed a little at the feeling of him being in such close proximity to you, but you disregarded that fluttering in your chest; could just be the shock that coursed through your body when he approached you so abruptly. you remained quiet, much to his amusement. atsumu was not one to take no for an answer, but your silence was fueling him to take things up a notch. after all, unless you say anything close to a 'no' to his face, he'll keep pushing his luck, get you to warm up to him, just a little bit.

he chuckled and threaded the ends of your hair with his thumb and index finger, twirling it around his fingers with a lazy grin on his face. "you're hot when you're ignoring me." he muttered all softly. "ignore me more and i might just do something drastic." "...like what?" you finally squeak out in a soft voice. atsumu lives to hear you speak to him, though you seldom do to him outside of school, and whenever it's necessary. he smiled a little wider when you asked that, running his hand through your hair. "maybe like... finally ask you out on a date? and i don't mean asking you out all lamely and desperately like i'm sure other guys have done to you before... i mean like... i'll tell you everything you need to know, and then you'll decide if i'm not good enough for you." he utters in such a cryptic, yet straightforward, manner.

it confused you when he mentioned that last part, just what did you need to know? you crinkled your eyebrows up at him, and that made his heart skip a beat. "cute." he mumbled as he gently pressed on your nose, booping your nose by surprise. he chuckled at you scoffing at his little gesture, making him lean forward, even closer to you, and smirk all smugly. "y'know... if you were any other girl, i think i'd've won you over by now, just saying." oh he was hurting his chances already. "but..." he trailed off as he placed his hand on the top of your head, tousling it up a little. "...you're not just any girl. and you're so much of a new experience to me... i think i'm actually falling for you. what a shock, right?"

"i don't want you to know me as a cocky asshole who gets everything he wants... maybe i wanna be more than just cool–" he says as he scoots closer to you, his leg against yours, and his arm behind your back, nearly wrapping around your waist. "–i want to be yours. if you can't believe me, then i'll have to show you that i'm serious about you–and i'll do... whatever it takes, to show you that i love you."

you thought your ears and eyes were deceiving you when you finally turned around to see atsumu, his cheeks flushed and his nose a little red–his ears all pink as he looks down at your hands, thoughts of intertwining his hand with yours filled his mind, but he didn't find himself worthy of doing so until you decided that... you loved him, too. atsumu doesn't want you to like him back out of reluctance or pity, he swears he'll do everything he can to win you over.

you're the only warmth that melts his coolness away, and he wants to be worthy of being in your presence, he wants to every time you see him to be a moment ingrained in your memory as a good day, as a day you felt happiest–a day when you feel loved by this smug, snarky seeming–yet secretly lovesick–boy that was head over heels in love with you.

"...i really, really love you... and i wanna make you love me. so... give me a hard time if you want, i'm not giving up, because i love you, so, so much." he mumbles, his lips curving into a real, genuine smile that harbored no false impressions or masked up feelings or intentions; atsumu miya was smitten with you–and he'd do everything he can to prove it, even let his pride down and let you see the true him, the him that was so deeply taken in by all of you that he's acting out his wildest dreams right now with you: telling you how much he loves you while he's riding on the high of euphoria of loving you.

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wol-fica · 1 year

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-𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖-

parings - camilamontes x fem!reader

summary - micah overstepped a line, so camila put you in your place.

warnings - painful sex, strap-on sex, jealousy, degrading, swearing, p in v, semi-public sex, oral (c giving)

an - was unsure abt this fic but whatever i guess

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“And that is why you are incredibly flawless.�� Micah said to you, twirling a piece of hair in between her fingers.

You giggled, shifting in your seat as you readjusted to a more comfortable position. You were curled up in a leather lounge chair, one of Camila’s hoodies thrown over your body paired with the typically provided medical pants.

Speaking of her, Camila was sitting near you, her brown eyes watching your every move. Her protective trait was activated, making sure that you were a-okay and comfortable while being around others; though her jealous seemed to be seeping through the cracks of her personality.

She was very possessive of you, down to only letting specific people even give you a high-five at times. She was always trailing behind you, following your schedule patterns, and made sure to be your partner in taking care of the elderly at the facility. Her focus was always on you, every second of every day.

“You should come to my room tonight.” Micah suggested, giving you a flirtatious look as she bit her lip.

A wave of uncertainty hit you, your nerves spiking at the idea of going to her room late at night, with no one around. Camila would never allow it, not even a step in the general direction of Micah’s dorm. You were her property, and she would not let you be utilized by someone other than her.

“She’s busy.” Camila said, sitting on the arm of your chair, her hand sliding behind your neck.

“No she’s not, she never does anything other than work and look pretty!” Micah cheesed, pursing her lips, “I would love to see her down and dirty in my-.”

“Absolutely not.” Camila snarled, standing up and bringing you with her, “Let’s go.”

You sighed, knowing what was coming, and gave Micah an apologetic smile as Camila led you away. Her hand was tight on yours, her fingers interlaced and locking you with her. A few complaints could be heard from Micah pouting behind you, but you were to far to make out what she was saying.

Camila dragged you farther along, shoving open a bathroom door and yanking you inside. As soon as the door swung shut, you were shoved against it with her lips on yours.

She kissed you aggressively, her jealously clearly showing as she grabbed and pulled at you. Her lips molding into yours while her hands gently squeezed your hips.

“Mine.” She growled as you both made out, one of her hands sliding into your pants.

You moaned softly, head lolling back as Camila bit at your neck. Her fingers traced your underwear, no doubt feeling the wet patch forming on the fabric. She was mumbling nonsense into your skin as she pressed your clothed mound, eliciting small whines from you.

“Camila…” You gasped, trying to get her lips back on yours.

She hummed, retracting her hand and mouth from you so she could bring you to the bathroom counter. Her strength was far greater than her height, and she easily picked you up and set you on the cool surface, her lips returning to your neck once again.

“C-Camila.” You said again, desperate for her to do something more.

“Shut your fucking mouth.” Camila snarled, pushing you onto your back before pulling your slacks and panties off.

She brought your legs over her shoulders, quickly pressing a small kiss to your thigh before diving into you. Her mouth worked wonders, licking and prodding at your entrance as you moaned in satisfaction.

Her tongue was experienced, licking at your drenched lips before shoving inside of your hole. The soft muscle pumped in and out of you at a simple pace, your insides twisting as she ate you out. Vibrations from her humming into you made you come, your orgasm washing over you as your head flew backwards.

“You taste delicious Y/N.” Camila murmured before standing up properly and messing with the tie on her slacks.

“Thanks?” You responded, wide-eyed as she pulled a large red strap-on out of her pants, “How long were you wearing that for?”

“Long enough.”

She pushed your legs back, aligning the head of the toy with your entrance before moving to push in. You yelped at the feeling, the cold plastic and the large expanse of the strap irritating your walls.

You’ve only ever had sex with Camila all but three times, and each time she had either ate you out, fingered you, or just both. She had mentioned trying out a strap at some point, but had never gone through with it because you claimed you were not ready; you’re assuming she is not going to listen to you at the moment.

Centimeter after centimeter she pushed, slowly stretching you out and filling you to the brim. You breathed erratically, wincing and short-breathed as your walls readjusted for her strap. It hurt, it really hurt, but your body was slowly relaxing to her advances.

“Babe, slower please.” You begged, reaching out to place your hand on her shoulder.

“Not happening.”

What?

Did she just say no?

“Camila.” You warned, hissing at the pain, “It hurts, I just need a minute.”

“I said no. You want to act like a useless slut in front of Micah, so you deserve to be treated like one.” She growled before pushing the last few inches in.

You gritted your teeth, pain and pleasure overwhelming you as Camila began to rut in and out of you at a fast pace. She was unforgiving as she fucked you, using degrading sentences to edge you on while you sobbed in satisfaction.

“What a needy whore, just wanting her pussy to be owned.” She sneered, flicking her index finger at your clit, “No wonder you’re so annoying.”

You cried out, feeling the bulbous head of the strap hit that deep spongy spot inside of you. You were sensitive, extremely sensitive; your nerves were on high alert as Camila fucked the living shit out of you. You’ve never been fucked with a strap, and your current state shows that.

“With how much you whine i’d assume you would have came by now.” Camila noted, now doing slow and deep gyrations as you whimpered, “God, you are so hot.”

After one more nasty thrust from her, you finally did what she wanted, your cum covering the strap and her shirt. She chuckled, pushing the toy in and out as you calmed down.

“C-camila, no more…” You whispered, biting your tongue.

“I don’t think so, I want more out of you.”

And that’s what happened, she got more, much much more. She kept thrusting and thrusting away, stretching you so far you thought you would rip at the seams. The grooves of the strap were rubbing your velvet walls raw, your cum now dripping into a large puddle on the floor as Camila kept on fucking you.

“You’re mine, I hope you know that.” She hummed into your ear, your legs shaking on her shoulders as you came for the fifteenth time that afternoon.

How no one had walked in to the bathroom, you didn’t know.

Your eyes woefully glanced down at your hips, watching with a lustful expression as the strap disappeared and reappeared rapidly. Your folds were puffy and red, definitely irritated with all the attention your genitals were receiving, and your clit was a blushing pink while being rolled yet again between Camila’s thumb and pointer finger.

“My girl.” She murmured possessively, kissing your lips fiercely to swallow your wails of distressed pleasure.

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ghostswoman · 6 months

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I'd love if like 141 goes out to the bar and gaz being a pretty boy of course he's gonna get hit on, and so s/o is insecure. But when I'm insecure I don't storm up and demand the girl leaves my man.. No I go quiet and watch it play out, then hate myself for hours on end after so some angst to fluff would be nice with my unappreciated boy gaz❤️

Definitely I find it unbalanced and unappreciated that our sunny boy Gaz gets nothin not even crumbs that why I’m here <3

Only you.

After the huge mission in Texas and after some health checkups from the 141 members everyone went to the local bar near the base in the tiny town. Holding hands with your boyfriend Gaz you were happy he didn’t got hit by any stray bullets or ironically fell out of a helicopter,that already happened once you don’t need that adrenaline shock again. Walking to your usual place directly at the bar as you sat down and as Gaz sat down besides you putting his interlocked hands on the bar counter and smiles lovingly at you with his beautiful toothy smile.

Sending a loving smile his way as well as you order your local cocktail/beverage of your liking. Speaking a bit about the mission as you didn’t went on it as you got transferred from different task force 9 months ago so you still were in your rookie position but that would definitely change someday as Price already told you he appreciates your hawk like eyes on the battlefield. As Ghost dropped that Soap almost fell over his own feet after he heard a loud thumbing in the hallway all of them including you started laughing.

As the local band came as they started playing some cool music as you turned around in your chair and sipped on your drink looking around the bar it was a bit more full this time,maybe it got more popular over the 2 months you didn’t went here. Well they definitely have delicious cocktails it’s time they got some credit for that,tasting the soft lemon soda mixed with the vodka and fresh strawberries was just a perfect highlight for this evening.

After sometime some little groups mixed together Soap and Gaz were speaking and Ghost and Price we’re talking as well you didn’t felt like speaking as you enjoyed the music and the drinks a bit more. Gaz and Soap were standing. Gaz was leaning against the deep wood bar as he was holding his beer in his hand as he spoke to Soap,god how you loved that man. How could he be so sexy with just simply standing ugh.

Well you definitely weren’t the only one thinking that your man was smoking hot. Around 9pm a woman group came in they were damn loud probably some girls from the college or something but they just got on your nerves with their loud laughs and these laughs were fake as hell. Especially the girl with the fake blond hair she was starring no practically taking Gaz’s clothes off with her eyes.

You hated that so much your blood started boiling but also your insecurities called themselves in. She was definitely 2-3 years younger than you and even though she looked like she got hit in the face with a clown makeup,she still looked better than you. Well you thought that. You were wearing your normal military uniform with you hair up in a sleek bun,no makeup because that mostly distracted you when you were working.

How she talked with Gaz was just making you want to cry right on the spot. Caressing his arm with her hands that were clawed with cheap press on’s that you just needed to blink at and they could chip of her nails in milliseconds. Twirling her blond hair with her point finger while disgustingly chewing a bubblegum.

Turning your back to them as you just rubbed through your face as you sighed and rubbed your temples but did you know Gaz was as annoyed from the girl as much as you. Soap already was gone he had enough of her fake high pitched voice.

Gaz just sighed as he smiles politely at the girl “Sorry but I’m not interested you are not my type. And I’m happily taken by my beautiful woman Y/n.” his voice left no doubt that he meant it. The Blondie scoffed and just walked back to her girls as Gaz just rolled his eyes but he saw how you just started into your empty glass looking at the ice melting inside as he sighed as walked over to you.

Softly putting his glass down as he softly kisses your temple and whispered softly “hey gorgeous,got a boyfriend?” softly giggling at his joke as you met his beautiful brown eyes and nodded as he pouted “ah okay well I hope he is handsome at least.” You laughed softly and nodded again “very handsome.”

Softly he wraps his arms around your waist as he softly kisses your forehead as you just sighed and leaned against his strong chest. Wrapping your own arms around his body. “You are the kind of woman I always wanted,it will only be you for the rest of my life, understood?” As he softly kisses your lips. “Only you.”

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multi-fan-dom-madness · 5 months

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hello dear. for the kiss prompts, may i please see ‘a possessive kiss in the rain’ with crosshair? 👀

hiiii friend, thank you so much for your patience for the wait. the muse has been extra fickle since October, but I hope this is worth the wait <3

Uncertain Tomorrows

Summary: Actions speak louder than words. Aka, Crosshair isn't good at emotions.

Warnings: blog is 18+; angst (it's Crosshair, what do you expect), miscommunication / lack of communication, pre-Echo, swearing

Word Count: 688

Chewing on the inside of your cheek so hard you’re liable to draw blood, you can’t help the way you’re glaring at Crosshair’s back. He’s perched on the edge of a high stool at the bar, long legs crossed at the ankle, twirling a whiskey glass between thin fingers. You’re supposed to be enjoying shore leave, the first one the squad has had in months, and yet all you feel is pissy.

Earlier in the night, you’d deboarded the Marauder with the others, all of you in civvies and in high spirits, even Crosshair. You feel like you’ve finally been able to get a decent grasp on reading him and his moods, and the loose way his toothpick had hung between his lips was clear indication that he was relaxed, ready for a break. You all were.

Apparently, Crosshair’s idea of a break is chatting up women at the cantina bar.

You’re not together. You have to remind yourself of that. Despite the mutual longing glances, neither of you have acted on your feelings, whether by mutual respect for one another or by fear of tearing the squad apart. So it shouldn’t sting as much as it does to watch him toss easy smirks at the pretty woman at the bar right now.

But it does.

Hunter gives you a sympathetic look as you finally decide you’ve had enough and scoot out of the booth. With Wrecker across the cantina hustling pool and Tech acting as his number two, the only one who will know where you’ve gone at this point is Hunter. Which also shouldn’t sting, but it does.

The moment you step outside, you’re met with a bone-chilling rain. Breath fogging in front of your face, you shiver, pulling your jacket tighter around you. The spaceport isn’t too terribly far, but you’re already beginning to regret coming outside.

Whatever. It beats going back inside.

You only make it a few steps, ice needling into your skin, before the cantina door opens behind you. Warm light and laughter spill out, inviting you back. Glancing over your shoulder, you grimace.

“I’m going back to the ship,” you call.

“I know,” Crosshair responds.

“You should go back in,” you say, turning to face forward once more, hunching your shoulders against the cold. “She looked nice.”

He calls your name, but you keep walking.

You gasp when a hand grips your upper arm and spins you around. Colliding with Crosshair’s chest, you glare up at him and open your mouth to rip him a new one—

Only to grunt in surprise when his lips meet yours.

Jerking back, you try to break from his embrace. His hands remain on your arms, though he lets you step back.

“What the fuck, Cross?” you snarl. “You think it’s cool to just—toy with my emotions like this?”

“No,” he grits out.

You wait, but that seems to be all he wants to say. Rain streams down your face, the cold an afterthought now with the anger burning through you.

“That all you have to say for yourself?”

His jaw works as he gazes at you, his short gray hair plastered to his head. Nostrils flaring, he looks away. “No. I’m—I’m not good at this. Clearly. But I don’t know—I don’t know how to—Kriff it! Can I kiss you again or not?”

All of your anger condenses into a single burning, molten dagger in your heart as you stand there, jaw dropped as you weigh his words. This is so far from how you ever would have expected this confession to go, for either of you, and yet the opportunity is here. If you let it go, tell him no, he’s going to respect that.

And you’ll have missed your shot.

You pull him back to you and kiss him. It’s a hungry, desperate, possessive kiss, full of teeth and tongue. Cold rain water sluices off your skin as you swallow his moan.

You don’t know what this means—you don’t know where to go from here—but Crosshair is in your embrace, and all you know is that you don’t intend to let him go.

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atinycafe · 9 months

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late night phone calls and guided masturbation w daddy dom san

warnings: nsfw under the cut, dom!san, guided masturbation, phone sex, daddy kink, use of pet names (pretty, baby, babygirl, sannie, daddy, good girl), dirty talk, no penetration, 1.5k wrds author's notes: i need him so bad masterlist

you wake up, disturbed by a vibrating sound and sensation beside you. letting out a groan, you fumble around the mattress, searching blindly for your phone to check who's calling you at this late hour. your eyes remain closed as you try to get a grip on the new phone san had gifted you just a month ago, the large screen still unfamiliar to your touch. after a bit of struggle, your thumb finally finds the "answer the call" button.

"hello," your voice is rough, as you bury yourself in the covers, the large, comfortable pillows soft beneath your head, "who is it?"

"damn did my girl already delete my phone number?" you can hear san chuckle on his side of the phone. it had only been a week since he left for his world tour, but the distance took a toll on you, not used to being this far apart. "did i wake you, baby?"

"hi sannie," you smile before clearing your throat, rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to wake up. you pull back from the phone, glancing at the hour. it's 10:45 pm. "no, you didn't, don't worry."

"i can hear the sleep in your voice baby," he coos at you, "didn't mean to wake you up sorry pretty. go back to sleep, i'll stay on the phone with you."

"no," you quickly retort, urgency evident in your voice, pushing away the sleep that lingered moments ago. "'m not sleepy, talk to me." you can hear him smile, envisioning his soft dimples forming, and your heart flutters at the delightful image in your mind.

"so cute, gosh, i miss you so much," he groans, flopping in his hotel bed. it's comfortable and soft, but it can't quite replace the soothing comfort of having you in his arms. "can't stop thinking about you; you're always on my mind, pretty."

"i think about you too, sannie," you whisper back, hugging your pillow tightly, clinging to it like a koala. "a lot."

"really, what do you think about?" he chuckles deeply, and the sound resonates straight to your core. you press your thighs against the pillow and let out a small sigh, which he obviously notices.

"nothing in particular," you try to play it off, gently twirling one curl of your hair. though you're most definitely in the mood, you know that he just came back from a concert and must be tired. you don't want to exhaust him more than necessary, you try not to think to hard about how his body looks, huge biceps and thick fingers.

"is my sweet girl lyin' to me," he hums, his voice dipping in the octaves, knowing just how it affects you. "you know i don't like it when you lie, right, baby?"

you bite your lip at the sweet tone of his voice and whimper a soft yea, almost inaudible but san hears it. he hears it well and he smirks, there's complete silence on the line after you speak and for a moment you're scared he's hung up until he finally says something. "have you been good baby?"

yeah," you manage to let out, feeling the heat rise within you. you push the covers away from your body, and the cool room air sends shivers, leaving goosebumps on your skin.

"did you touch yourself?" he asks tentatively, and you're quick to deny the claim, knowing what would happen if you don't follow your boyfriend's simple order: "don't touch yourself when i'm not with you." "that's a good girl."

"thanks, daddy," you say with a hint of shyness, your face turning a little red. you hear him respond with a deep hum at the pet name, and you can already envision how his pants get tighter under the growing length.

"take off your panties." he changes his tone in an instant, becoming completely dominant, and lets out a small groan. "can you do that for me, pretty girl?"

"done," you respond, eagerly awaiting his next instruction, your fingers fidgeting with anticipation.

"touch that clit for me babygirl, let me know when you're wet enough to slip your pretty fingers in," he breathes out and you can hear the distinct sound of his belt loop clinking open.

you swallow tightly, and without hesitation, you do as he asks, trying to focus on the task at hand while also aware that he's likely touching himself during the conversation. getting wet doesn't take much effort; as soon as your finger touches your puffy lips, you feel yourself starting to get wet. it's been such a long time since you last felt any attention against your clit.

you release a string of curses that he finds amusing, teasing you about washing your mouth with soap when he returns, but you're too lost in pleasure to respond back.

"i'm nngh 'm wet," a soft, melodic moan escapes your lips.

"already?" he lets out a pleasurable groan, shutting his eyes tightly as his hand grasps his dick "baby fuck, you make daddy crazy, 'm so hard for my baby right now, i feel like i'm about to burst."

euphoric moans are your only reply, fastening your pace on your poor bundle of nerves.

"that's right baby, make those pretty sounds i like," he gently squeezes the base of his cock before moving his graceful fingers upward, delicately exploring the moistened tip, "put your fingers inside now."

you eagerly comply, swiftly plunging two fingers deep into your core, though it pales in comparison to the sensation of having san's dick in you. accustomed to feeling entirely full, you release a mildly irritated whine, which san finds amusing.

"'s not deep enough right," san chuckles, but his amusement quickly turns into a choked out moan, "nobody can make you feel as good as i can, not even you baby, only daddy."

you let out a soft whimper, recognizing the subtle possessiveness in his tone, and you gently add another finger, seeking deeper sensations with your cunt beyond mere soft frictions.

"that's right baby, in and out, follow my lead, in.. and out," he commands, exercising his absolute authority over you, even from afar. his resonant voice possesses such dominance that it effortlessly erases any other thoughts from your mind. "in and out."

he rambles the same words and as he continues to speak, you notice an unusual pattern—the sound of a harsh slap following each combination of words. he's pretending to be inside of you.the mere thought of it makes your eyes roll in their sockets, and you whimper for your daddy in your phone, inviting him to quicken the pace he's set.

"wish you were here daddy, you'd see the mess 'm making" you pitifully whine. as you work your fingers in, you find a small ring of cream settling at the base of your knuckles, and you let out a lewd sigh, gosh you were pathetic, "wish daddy was inside of me."

san feels his eyesight blur at your dirty words, his sweet girl, his poor sweet girl. so innocent, like a pristine canvas untouched by the world's complexities when you first met, look at you now, nothing but a slut for her daddy, "yeah, which part of me babygirl, my fingers? hmm, my cock?"

"yes yes yes ye—mmph yes want daddy's cock so bad, always makes me feel so full," you feel your climax approaching, your heart fluttering, as you eagerly press faster and harder, your tummy tightening with the build-up.

"aah," san's hips buck as he stutters a moan as his orgasm rips through him like a freight train, convulsing in exctasy, his thighs shaking as a sticky string of white liquid shoots out of his cock, unbroken, it shot in several bursts, coating him in a long strand of delicate fluid, he continues his voice strained, "daddy's gonna give it to you, gonna fuck you so deep you'll feel it in your stomach."

the continued pumping of your fingers mixed with his words bring you over the edge. it's too much for you to handle all at once and you let yourself go.

"daddy 'm coming," you find yourself managing to squeak out the words while trembling and writhing, your fingers tightening on the phone at your ear. it's as if your body is akin to an elastic band stretched to its limits, and suddenly, the band in your stomach pops.

"you did it so good baby, so so good, 'm proud of you," with a sigh, he holds the phone in between his ear and strong shoulder, his now free hand reaching for the bag of tissues resting gently on the nightstand by his side to clean the mess on his toned stomach. "daddy loves you."

"love you too," you savor the moment, taking your time to catch your breath. with closed eyes, you allow his gentle remarks to wash over you, enveloping your entire being as you slowly descend from your euphoric state. they cocoon you in a comforting embrace, filling you with warmth and contentment, "i'm tired."

with a gentle chuckle, he finds himself unable to suppress a warm smile upon imagining you sprawled breathless in the center of the oversized bed, way too big for your single form. "go ahead and sleep baby."

"you're not hanging up right?" you ask in a soft voice.

"never."

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miyuhpapayuh · 9 months

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sixteen.

Zora, the sassy sagittarian, turned twenty nine or twenty fine, as Nique corrected.

Having stuffed their faces full of delicious food, from several different houses the day prior, her mom and sisters rounded her up for a home cooked breakfast plus mimosas, took her shopping, got her nails and toes done, got her hair redone, all paid for by Leon. She was being pampered to the fullest.

She was currently being driven to her surprise of the night, about to drive her loving boyfriend up a wall with how much she asked, are we there yet?

“I'm gonna turn around and go home,” he playfully threatens, earning a swat to his arm.

“Stop it! I'm just excited, that's all.” She says, crossing her heeled feet.

“I know, I know.” He nods, pulling into the lot, hopping out and helping her out as well.

“Aw, this place is cute!” She says, admiring the building in front of them. It was quaint and draped in deep blue, the name of the poetry club, Speak Easy, is lit up in gold cursive.

“Glad you like it,” he smiles, holding out his hand for her to take, as he leads them inside and over to the round red acrylic table that seems to sit underneath a spotlight. She hums to herself.

The inside was beautiful, the walls are black and the floors, a deeper blue, giving off an almost velvet effect as the steps to the lower level sparkle back at her.

A waitress comes and sits a glass of white wine down in front of her, and a glass of rum in front of Leon, before leaving them alone again.

“What? Is she psychic or something?” She whispers, making him laugh.

“No, baby– even though that would be cool,” he nods, “when making the reservation, it asks for your favorite drink and dessert. You can order something else, but they start with those.”

“That's so cute,” she dances in her seat. “So a slice of red velvet cake is gonna meet me before we leave here, tonight?”

“Absolutely, beautiful.” He answers, leaning in to kiss her lips.

She swoons, just staring at him once he pulls away. He does the same with her.

“You look stunning, tonight. Like a doll.” He compliments, twirling a strand of her curled hair around his finger.

“Thank you! I feel like a doll,” she giggles, “I don't get all done-up like this unless it's an occasion.”

“And an occasion, it is. I pulled out one of my best fits for you, girl.” He chuckles.

“Aw, and you look so good in it!” She compliments, rubbing his chest.

Thank you, baby,” he says, leaning in for another kiss. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you!”

“Welcome, welcome. As always, we appreciate everybody in the house tonight for supporting us. We've got a lovely group for you tonight, some new, some familiar faces. Our first performer is heading our way, so get ready to be wowed and remember, hold your applause til the end.”

The lights dim to a soft pale yellow, as the first person sits upon the stool to share their poetry piece. Spice is her name, and she embodies it perfectly with her ginger hair.

“Honey with spice,

Simple, yet divine.

Wild, but grounded.

Messy, and worth it.

A woman of many shades,

Personas,

Layers.

Who I am is for me to define,

And for you to uncover.”

“Wow, she's good.” Zora comments, as they all clap for Spice. “I like how short and sweet it was.”

He nods in agreement, his nerves beginning to get to him. He smiles at her. “Y-yeah, she did good.”

The next performer by the name of Bleu takes the stage, and the lights dim to a pale blue.

“In spite of it all,

I came, saw and conquered.

In spite of it all,

I lived,

I loved,

And I lost.

In spite of it all,

I have no regrets.

If I could go back and double it.

Triple it.

In spite of it all,

I'd still tell my younger self

to love just as hard as he did,

And my future self

to love harder.”

More applause, and Zora’s sliding her hand into Leon's clammy one, her nose wrinkling up as she softly laughs.

“You okay?” She asks.

“Yeah, just wanna make sure you're having a good time.” He answers, brightening the smile on her face.

“The best time.” She reassures him with a squeeze to his hands. “I know I crack my jokes about you being a walking poem, but I like being in the places you love to be in.. seeing you in your zone, too. It's beautiful to me.”

Moved to tears, he clears his throat and wipes his face. Her hands cover his own, while she gazes at him.

“I've got another surprise for you.” He says, before giving her another kiss and disappearing from the table, leaving her alone and confused.

“What?” She quietly asks, before looking around at the other tables, really feeling like she was underneath a spotlight now.

Turning her attention back to the stage, she takes a sip of her forgotten wine, almost spitting it out as Leon taps the mic.

“What??” She whispers again, her eyes popping out of her head.

She had just gotten contacts, and she knew she was seeing correctly.

He was performing?? She finally gets to see him do his thing, on her birthday?? Was he gonna perform a piece for her??

She had so many questions that were about to be answered, as the lights dimmed to deep orange, completely moving her to tears.

“In all the ways,

I dream of you.

You're a goddess.

Ethereal.

I happily kiss the ground you walk on,

Pluck every flower just for you.

My muse.

My passion is you.

The most beautiful woman to

ever walk the earth.

To ever cross my mind.

Damn, you’re so fine.

In all the ways,

I dream of you.

The light,

And the dark.

My sun,

And my moon.

You shine brighter

Than the stars.

The blank space

In between stanzas.

A resting space,

A much needed break.

I lose my senses

When it comes to you.

Forgetting how to speak

Is only the beginning of

Just how frazzled you make me.

In all the ways,

I dream of you.

Bold,

Brilliant,

Beautiful.

Captivating,

Enamoring,

Mesmerizing.

I'm hooked on you.

Absolutely,

Always and,

Forever.”

The applause seems to double in volume as he finishes, and a single slice of red velvet cake with a candle in it is sat down in front of her, as everyone sings happy birthday to her.

“What?!” she yells for the third time.

Grabbing the napkin from the table, she dabs at her eyes and looks around in disbelief, feeling like she was living in a dream.

“Make a wish, sweet stuff.” He says from the mic, as he was still on the stage.

Taking a second to think, she clasps her hands together and blows the candle out, earning another wave of applause that makes her squeal.

As soon as he makes his way back to Zora, she damn near clings to him, giving him all the hugs and kisses she could possibly give.

“That was… that was the most beautiful, sweetest thing ever.” She whimpers, wiping her tears away for the second time tonight.

“I'm so glad you loved it, cause I was so nervous!” He chuckles, lacing their fingers together and kissing her lips, repeatedly.

“It was perfect,” she says in between kisses, “you are the sweetest man!”

“I do my best for you.”

Listening to the rest of the poetry pieces, sipping on her wine and eating the most delicious cake, Zora was on a high for the rest of the night.

“Best birthday ever.” She says, swishing the soapy bubbles around in the bath he drew for her.

“Ever?” He asks, tracing a random pattern on her other arm as he sits behind her in the spacious tub.

“Ever,” she repeats. “Tonight was something out of a movie! I felt like the only woman in the world.”

“You're the only woman in my world. That's for sure.” He says, making her giggle and welcome the many kisses to her neck and cheek.

“I love you, sweet stuff.”

“I love you too, sugar foot.”

She never even considered “birthday sex” to be a thing, but the way he put it down had her working her brain overtime on what to cook him for his birthday, which happened to be the next morning.

A day and a year apart, she had to admit was pretty wicked.

“Happy dirty thirty, Avery!” She'd greeted early this morning, pressing kisses to every part of his face.

His baritone laugh sounded through the room as he wrapped her up in his arms, “thank you, sweetheart.”

“I made breakfast!” She says, excitedly jumping up from his bed and into the hallway, causing him to sit up and rub his eyes, and properly stretch.

Coming back in with a plate of strawberry crepes, her grin turns cheesier at the look on his face.

“Look at this!” He exclaims, taking the plate from her. “I've always wanted to try my hand at these.”

“I knew it,” she laughs. “I've only made them like one other time, and it took me like an hour! So try them and tell me what you think, please.”

He nods and takes a bite. Then, another bite. And one more, his hums of appreciation cause her to cover her face.

“Damn, this is delicious!” He says, popping a strawberry into his mouth.

“Yeah, you really like ‘em??” She asks, watching him continue to eat.

“Girl, you finna watch these disappear!” He chuckles, pulling her into his lap, where she takes over feeding him the delicious breakfast.

“Is this how you feel when you cook for me?” She asks, looking down at his handsome face.

“Super accomplished? Hell yeah,” he wholeheartedly nods, making her giggle.

“Did you taste 'em?” He asks, holding a piece out for her.

“I did, but I'll just have one more bite.” She obliges, sighing at the sweet and creamy taste.

Like he said, she watched him make the crepes disappear in record time. She clapped as he hit his victory dance, still seated.

Doing his best shimmy for her, the burst of giggles that hit his ears was another present for his day.

“I got you something,” she says, while they're standing hip to hip in the kitchen, washing the leftover dishes from breakfast.

“What is it?” He asks, nudging her once she starts to laugh.

“Let's finish up here, and you'll see!” She says, flicking soap at him. Of course he flicked some back, right on her nose.

Did the dishes get neglected for a soapy water fight that lasted for five minutes? Absolutely.

Did those five minutes turn into an extra thirty, as they went at it on the counter? Again. Absolutely.

Done with their own shenanigans for the time being, cleaned up and sitting in his living room, Zora sits the box in his lap, a huge smile stuck on her face.

“I don't know which one of us is more excited,” he cracks, the box making a snap sound as he pops it open, finding a stack of gold, square rings— the coolest rings he's ever seen with his own two eyes.

“Woah,” he says, blowing out a breath.

“I originally went to buy you a new chain. Maybe some new studs, but then I saw these! And while you don't wear much jewelry, I thought it would be something of a statement piece to add to your wardrobe, ya know? B-but, if you don't like ‘em, I kept the receipt.” She says, folding her hands in her lap.

“Oh, I'm keepin’ these!,” he laughs, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “Thank you. These are super fucking cool, babe. Ima put ‘em on now, just cause!” He announces, pulling them out and sliding them on his middle and ring fingers, holding them up to watch them shine back at him.

Zora's chin is in her palms now, watching him enjoy his gift was the highlight of her day.

“You're welcome, babe.” She responds, pulling his hand towards her, wanting to watch them shine, too.

“Oh, one more thing!’ She says, before hopping up and grabbing the box she hid on the other side of his couch. The complete confusion on his face was priceless.

“How long was that there?” He asks.

“About a week?,” she pauses to do her mental math, before nodding, “yeah, about a week.”

“I’m surprised I missed this big ass box,” he chuckles, making her shake her head.

“I’m glad you did miss it! What kind of surprise would that have been?” She asks with a laugh.

“She’s learning the premise, lord.” He kids, laughing as she snatches the box away.

“I guess I’ll just take this baby back, since you like to play games.”

“Alright, okay. Let’s relax, I was just kidding,” he holds his hands up in mock surrender, making her laugh and hand it back.

Just in case she tried any more funny business, he pulled the lid off the box to find a smaller box with the word Canon written on it.

“A camera? For real?!” He yells, opening it up to pull out the Canon EOS Rebel T7 DSLR Panasonic LUMIX FZ1000 I.

His jaw was on the floor and his mind was blown.

“I've had my eye on this one, girl.”

“I know.” She says, sitting back down beside him.

Unable to find the words, he just fondly shakes his head and stares at the camera, trying to figure out how to turn it on.

Once he does, he checks the battery and aims the camera at Zora, who covers her face.

“Come on, be the first picture to grace this, here camera! Let me see that beautiful face, Jean!” He says, pushing her shoulder with his free hand.

“Okay, okay,” she drops her hands, and he captures her natural mug. Looking back at the photo, he fondly shakes his head again.

“What,” she nudges him.

“You got me the coolest gifts ever. I don't know what to say, besides thank you. That feels inadequate.”

“The coolest guy ever deserves the coolest things ever, right?!” She exclaims, nudging him again.

“The coolest?” He asks, that boyish grin making her own cheeks burn as she nods.

“I'm glad you like your gifts, seriously. I know gift giving is your thing, and you're so thoughtful with yours.. I just wanted to live up to that, too.”

“Zora, let's not forget that you've painted me. Several times. The most thoughtful thing I've ever seen. Hell, you set the standard for me! We could do this all night,” he laughs, sitting the camera down on the coffee table and grabbing hands.

“Thank you. I love my gifts and I love you.”

“I love you too, and you're welcome.”

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Zora was currently making dinner, and even though she insisted that they didn't have to get dressed up, she was back in her little black dress, since he ever so sweetly requested that she wear it for him, and he pulled out another one of his best fits for his favorite occasion.

“Never let an outfit go to waste, girl!”, he said multiple times today. She'd remember it for sure.

Coming into the kitchen, he does a spin for her as she whistles, “look at you, hot stuff!”

The killer smile he sends her way makes her face warm, a couple giggles escape them both as they awkwardly sway.

“There go those angry bees, huh?” He jokes, pulling her away from the stove to wrap her up in his arms.

“Babe,” she whines, “it's this cologne you've got on, too. My goodness, you smell so good!” She deeply inhaled, making him crack up.

“You told me to always keep a bottle of it near, so,” he shrugs, that smile still on his lips.

“Too much,” she comments, dropping her gaze to his suit. “You really have on a whole suit!”

“Yeah, I do!” He says.

“Even though we're not going anywhere,” she continues.

“Baby, we don't need to leave the house to get all dolled up!”

“No, I know! And don't take what I'm saying the wrong way. I just.. I just always felt there needed to be an outing attached, but I honestly feel less pressured, since it's just you here. I mean, you get my nerves going enough,” she rambles, and he just smiles and cuts her sentence off with a sweet kiss.

“If it feels extra, that's the point,” he cracks, pulling a smile from her. “Question. You don't think you look good, tonight? Cause I think you look absolutely gorgeous.”

“I do, yeah!” She answers.

“You don't think I look good?”

“Of course I do, Leon!”

“Okay, then! Our night on the town just happens to be inside my apartment, and that's okay. Right?”

“Yeah, it's perfect.” She corrects.

“That's what I like to hear. You don't even have to put those dangerous heels on!”

She scoffs a laugh. “Please! Ima go put ‘em on just for that! Dangerous heels.”

“Hey, you always complain about them hurting your feet!”

“Yeah, I be a lil sore but beauty is pain! Why do you think I have a headache every time I look at you?!”

“A-ha,” he dryly laughs, “very funny.”

“I thought so too, now go sit. Dinner’s ready.” She says, shoo’ing him out of his own kitchen.

Two glasses of white wine sit at his round table, along with a tealight candle in the center. Zora came and sat down two plates of piping hot food.

“Damn, this looks delicious babe. I gotta take a picture!” He exclaims, jumping up from the table to get the camera off the charger.

She softly laughs at the way he rushes back over and snaps a picture of her beautiful setup.

“Okay, okay. We can eat now!” He says, sitting back down.

“How many pictures is that, now?” She asks.

“Uh… five?”

“Yeah? I'm shocked there aren't more!”

“Well, technically there's only four, cause I had to retake one. It came out kinda blurry.”

“Still keep it,” she suggests.

“Yeah, maybe.” He says before they join hands to say grace.

Digging right into the stuffed chicken breast and potatoes, the same look he wore at breakfast is back tenfold, making her laugh and look away from him.

“Again, you finna watch this disappear.”

“Stop it, and tell me how lunch with your two favorite girls went.” She says, digging into her own plate.

“Well, I was missing my third,” he faux pouts, earning another smile out of her, “but lunch was great. I didn't realize how much we'd all missed out on in the last couple months!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Eryn was traveling to Florida and back on another business trip, ma was sick for a few weeks, and around the timeframe she gave me, I remember calling her and asking her if she was good, cause you just know when parents are tryna save face and act like their in tiptop shape. She had a cold the whole time.”

“My mama does shit like that, too. It's so frustrating, like let me help you!”

“She swore it would've disrupted my schedule, like she's not my mama. Fuck that job.”

“Yeah, fuck that job,” she repeats, laughing at the expression his face. “This really bothered you.”

“It really did!” He laughs, shaking his head. “But, she's promised not to do that anymore. We’ll see,” he sighs.

“Hold her to it,” she points her fork in his direction. “I do my mama like that, too. She be tryna slide outta her promises too, they think they're slick.”

“I agree. I need somebody to take her off our hands cause she's gonna turn us gray, not the other way around.” He half-jokes, making Zora crack up.

“Leave her be! Cause if a man does come around and scoop her up, you really ain't gon know where she at and how she’s doing.” She smirks, snickering at his stale expression.

“Anyway,” he says.

“I'm just saying! But, anyway.”

“Other than all of that, this has been a great birthday. I always pictured thirty in so many words, and grateful is all I really feel.” He says, reaching across the table for her free hand, meeting her bright smile with one of his own.

“I'm glad I could be a part of it, there's nothing I'd rather be doing than being here with you.”

Holding his tears this time, he gives her hand a squeeze to keep the mood light, even though she's tugging on his heartstrings like crazy.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Happy birthday.”

Changing out of their fancy clothes after their photo shoot, the two threw on their pjs and settled on the couch to watch their usual cartoons, along with bowls full of ice cream— his was cookie dough and her was brownie cheesecake swirl.

“Best way to end the day.”

“Yeah, getting sugar wasted?”

“Like the teenage me would,” he laughs, sitting his bowl down on the coffee table, pulling her into his lap, sideways.

“Was I too far away?” She asks, biting into a brownie chunk.

“Yeah, I still think you do it on purpose.” He says, snuggling right into her neck. She laughs and sits her bowl next to his.

“I do not!”

His muffled laughter sounds in response, then silence covers them as they sit and soak up the moment. Nothing but the sound of the tv in the background.

“I love you” is conveyed in light sweeps of his fingertips over her bare thighs. Nuzzles against her sweet spot. Her nails softly scraping against his scalp.

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“Shit,” he groans into her open mouth as she grinds on top of him, his hands on her hips, fingertips digging into her heated skin.

“Feels good, huh baby?” She moans, placing a hand on his chest, wrinkling his shirt in her grasp as she moves faster, the clap of her ass against his thighs giving her extra motivation.

“Good as fuck,” he smacks her ass, pulling her t-shirt up to bury his face in her chest.

His nips and licks to her sensitive flesh had her eyes rolling back. His groans vibrate off her skin, her own moans tangle between.

Her hands find his growing curls, tugging just to drive him wild. Both of his hands come down on her ass again, earning a gasp in return. Her arousal doubles, the squelching joining their sexual harmony.

“I fucking love you,” he groans, his head falling back against the cushions. Her ass is still smacking against his sticky thighs.

“I know,” she says with a smirk, pulling her t-shirt completely off. The dazed smile on his face made her throb against him.

Pulling him to her by his neck, she watches as he buries his face back into her chest. Her hands find his hair again, her bottom lip deeply bitten into as she continues dropping her ass on him.

“Fuck, baby..” his raspy groan sounds through her chest, her hips back in his firm grasp. He was close.

Pulling him up to face her, she wraps her arms around his shoulders, pressing kisses all over his face.

“I love you,” she moans, “cum for me, baby..” she whispers, smiling at the way his eyes begin to roll back, her name falling from his lips like a prayer as he reaches his peak.

She kisses his parted lips, the way he's wildly rutting into her and grunting has her throbbing against him again.

“So fucking sexy, baby— shit,” she gasps, feeling her own peak creep up on her, “oh my god.”

“You cummin’, yeah?”

“Fuck-— yes!” She moans with her head thrown back, loving the way he grips her hips and takes over slamming her down on him.

Now, that's the best way to end the day.

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rxmqnova · 6 months

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The youngest Maximoff

Y/N: 6 years old Wanda: 18 years old Story: Wanda and her little sister move to the compound, though Wanda has to tell her little sister about their brother's death… ——————————————————

WANDA'S POV Y/N was only a newborn when the tragic accident happened and our parents died. Six years later we're moving to the Avengers compound… without another member of our family, my twin brother Pietro. It's been two weeks since he died and I still haven't told Y/N about it. I just don't know how. How do I tell a 6 year old that her brother will never come back?

"We'll be living here now?" Y/N asks with sparks in her eyes, watching the huge building in front of us.

"It's cool right?" I chuckle when I see her staring at the building with her mouth opened.

"It's so cool!" She squeals excitedly. "Pietro is there?" She asks, pointing at the building. I sigh, trying to stay strong for her and lift her up, sitting her on my hip. She's been in hiding the entire time, she has no idea what happened.

"I have to tell you something, sweetheart. We'll take our stuff in and then we'll have a little talk, okay?" I ask carefully, receiving a nod from my little sister. I take the one bag we have as we don't really have much stuff and walk towards the front door.

Y/N cuddles up to me as I carry her and the bag inside. We're greeted by Stark and Steve who are discussing something.

"There you are" Steve gives me a smile. I told him and Stark about Y/N. I'm not sure if they told the others or not, but I told these two as I need to take care of Y/N. "This is her?"

"Yeah" I nod. "This is my sister Y/N" I smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Honey, this is Steve and Tony" I tell her, pointing at the boys.

"Hi" Y/N mumbles shyly before hiding her head into the crock of my neck. She's always very shy when it comes to meeting new people.

"I'll show you your room" Steve smiles. I follow him through the compound with Y/N in my arms, playing with my hair. "I wasn't sure if you'd like to keep her with you or not, so that room is free to become Y/N's room" Steve says, pointing at the room next to mine.

"Thanks" I smile back at him.

"Okay. We're having dinner in an hour, so you two are welcomed to join" He smiles. I thank him again before walking into my new room.

Y/N looks around, mumbling about how cool and big the room is. I place our bag on the ground and sit Y/N on the bed.

"Where's Pietro's room? Can we go and say hi to him?" Y/N asks sweetly on which I sigh and sit on the bed next to her.

"Honey, I need to tell you something about Pietro" I start. I have to be gentle with her, but I just have no idea how. Y/N looks at me with her big green eyes, waiting for me to speak. "Y/N/N… Pietro won't be living here with us"

"Why?" She tilts her head in confusion. I take a deep breath before continuing.

"Because… he's not here with us anymore, sweetheart" I sigh, pushing back my tears.

"Call him to come" She says, her bottom lip trembling and her eyes filling with tears.

"I can't, honey" I whisper, a few tears escaping my eyes. "He's with mama and papa now… up there" I point up with my finger on which Y/N bursts into tears immediately. "I know, honey. I'm so sorry" I sigh, also letting my tears run. I take Y/N into my arms, rubbing her back and rocking her back and forth while placing kisses on her forehead as an attempt to calm her down.

"I want him to be here" She cries out into my neck.

"I know, my little monkey. Me too" I tell her, kissing her cheek. "Bring him back, Wanda" She cries out.

"Honey, I can't do that" I almost whisper, my response making her cry even more.

Y/N continues to cry for a long time, but I eventually get her to calm down. Now she's just sobbing in my arms, twirling her fingers around my hair which she always does when she's tired.

"Wanda?" Y/N mumbles. I hum, waiting for her to speak. She lifts her head up, looking at me with her tired puffy eyes. "You will never leave me, right?" She asks, her voice breaking.

"… I'll never leave you, sweetheart" I kiss her forehead and give her a smile on which she buries her head back into my neck, snuggling up to me.

"I love you, Wanda" I hear her mumble.

"I love you too, Y/N/N" I smile and kiss her head a few more times. "Are you hungry?" I ask, earning a quiet nod from her. "Let's change and go for dinner then"

I sit Y/N on the bed and take some shirt and sweatpants from the bag to change her into. I help her to change before quickly changing myself. I sit her onto my hip and carry her to the kitchen while she's just cuddled up to me.

We come to the kitchen and the team is already there, besides the ones who are on missions. My attempt to sit Y/N on the chair is immediately unsuccessful as Y/N's holding me for her dear life. I sigh, carrying her with me. I manage to prepare food for us and then sit her on my lap as she's refusing to sit anywhere else.

"And done" I smile, kissing Y/N's forehead as she just finished her dinner. "What would my Y/N/N like to do now?" I boop her nose with a smile, making her smile a little bit.

"Play with you" Y/N says, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"Okay. But only for a little bit, because it's almost bedtime" I smile.

Y/N nods, already running away. I swear the girl is quicker than most of the Avengers and she doesn't even have powers, so I sigh and start walking after her.

NATASHA'S POV I just stepped into the compound after a mission. I let out a sigh of relief as I'm getting closer to my room. But before I actually reach the handle of the door of my room, something crashes into my legs from behind. I turn around, finding a little girl on the ground surrounded by 3 teddy bears.

"Are you okay, little one?" I kneel to her, offering her a smile. The girl only nods, but I can see the tears in her eyes as she lets out a little sob. Why do we even have a child here? "What's your name, sweetheart?" I ask with a smile, trying not to scare her.

"Y/N" She mumbles, wiping away the tear that has fallen from her eye.

"That's a really pretty name, sweetheart. I'm Natasha" I smile. "What are you doing here alone?"

"I went for my toys, so Wanda and I could play" She explains… That must be Wanda's little sister. I've heard she had one, but never asked Wanda about her or saw her, so I suppose this is her.

"You need to be careful next time, детка" I give her a smile. (baby)

"But my teddy bears are so big and I can't see when I carry them" Y/N sighs, dropping her hands on her thighs dramatically.

"Would you like me to help you?" I offer, seeing her smile and nod her head. She lifts her arms up, so I stand her on the ground, but she pouts and keeps her arms up. I sigh with a smile and sit her on my hip, handing her one of the teddy bears and taking the rest of them myself. "Where are we going?" I ask the girl in my arms.

"Kitchen!" She orders, pointing at the direction the kitchen is.

"Kitchen it is then" I smile back and start walking to the kitchen.

"Natty, where have you been the whole time?" Y/N asks, kicking her legs.

"I had a mission, sweetheart. I had to kick some bad guys' butts" I tell her, making her giggle.

"Y/N/N, are you okay? I was worried something happened to you. You can't run away like that" Wanda sighs, immediately taking Y/N into her arms.

"I met Natty" Y/N says, pointing at me with her little finger.

"Nat, I'm sorry. You must be tired from the mission. Didn't she bother you much?" Wanda asks, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"It's fine. She's adorable" I smile at Y/N, giving her tummy a little tickle which makes her laugh. Honestly, Y/N's laugh is my favorite sound now. "I'm gonna head to bed now though, I'll see you guys later" I smile, handing Wanda the teddy bears.

"Bye bye, Natty" Y/N waves me, so I wave her back, telling her 'bye bye' too.

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Part 2

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aj1dordinary · 6 months

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GRWM to participate in a life or death brawl!

platonic!Johnny Cage x platonic!gen-z!reader; neutral!Kenshi Takahashi x neutral!reader; platonic!Raiden x platonic!reader; platonic!Kung Lao x platonic!reader; platonic!Lui Kang x platonic!reader

@one-green-frog @whore-of-many-hot-men xox

thank you guys for showing love to my very first piece! i look forward to providing you with as much content that i can pump out! now that i’ve essentially finished the general background info, I’m gonna try to follow the storyline as closely as possible while also developing the lore for !reader. bear with me pls! don't know about any relationships taking place, but that may change. anyway, enjoy! xox

“hey guys! welcome back to my channel! as you all know, johnny and i decided to take a little vacation in between some of his big projects. that doesn’t mean that you miss out on all the action though so here’s a quick little get ready with me in this rehab facility he checked us into!” you poke your tongue out and shoot a peace sign to the camera before turning it around and showing the beautiful scenery of the monk academy.

“y/n! check this shit out!” johnny wails, he began showing his improved skills by throwing punches at a wooden dummy and with an uppercut, knocked the head a good 5 yards away.

you whistle and track the trajectory of the dummy head with your phone. you’d managed to ration out your battery life despite filming and posting an abundance of johnny’s new life of martial arts.

johnny runs over after to see the video for himself and as you play it back for him, he notices someone looking on with great disdain.

“kenshi, man! I’m telling you, if you wanna piece, all ya gotta do is ask.” he makes a show of it by flexing his arms and posing as if he was back on the red carpet.

kenshi rolls his eyes and lets out a puff of air, “i dont want anything you have to offer, john.” he crossed his arms and turns his attention toward the other guys that lui kang recruited to be the power rangers of earthrealm.

you learned that kung lao and raiden were their names. you had to stop johnny from getting himself cancelled as he tried to make references to Godzilla when the men clearly were not of that origin. but they were cool people, you’d have to make a mukbang with them one day for sure. you paused, realizing you were no better in terms of geography.

“oh really? not even sentō?” speaking of being an antagonistic asshole, johnny removed the sword from his back and waved it around, trying to perform swift and severe moves as a ninja would. he made it a goal to make the sounds as well.

you just stood at the ready, phone already recording and the sound picking up the popping of bubblegum in the background. a week in and you traded in your black flats and pantsuit for the same training attire that the guys were wearing. you were by no means throwing any punches, but you’d be damned if you didn’t match for aesthetic purposes.

kenshi stopped in his tracks, “oh i think you done did it now, johnny baby…” you twirl a curl of hair between your fingers, lowkey focused more on the rippling muscles and raging testosterone that put itself on display for you.

“now, now. if there is gonna be a brawl of any sorts, its going to be the one that decides who our champion of earthrealm will be.”

“ahhh, the all-knowing, all-powerful always has such perfect timing,” you coo. “what’s hopping kangaroo?”

“ah, i’ve been managing the behind the scenes of the competition. making sure all is in order for whomever our champion will be.” he smiles genuinely before bowing before you out of kindness. you would be rude to not return it.

“which is totally going to be me.” kung lao says affirmatively before throwing his makeshift razor-hat. it passes just over your head before getting imbedding in the side of a building.

“watch were you throw that thing! you kill my assistant, you replace her!” johnny pokes at his shoulder.

“nice to know that you value and care for her…” raiden chips in.

“word.” was all you said in agreement.

“right…” lui kang claps his hands together, looking over the lively bunch in front of him. part of you wonders if he was beginning to regret his choice in heroes.

“as I was saying, today is the day. whoever comes out victorious in the matches will be earthrealm’s champion and will go on to battle against outworld warriors to defend the title. we will start with johnny and kenshi.”

“y/n, watch me beat his ass real quick.”

“best 2 out of 3?” you say as you join lui kang on the sidelines. he simply nods.

“round 1… fight!” you say before banging the gong.

“beat his ass, johnny! wooooo!” you jump and cheer from the sidelines.

“finish me johnny cage~” a robotic voice chimed from your phone. the sideline goes silent before you mutter a quick “oops” to check what the fuck just happened.

you’re accidentally livestreaming. the voice being someone who donated. well, gotta get paid someway. you turned the phone back on the action, watching as donors flooded the chat, saying how sexy johnny looked when he was fighting and the whole nine yards.

“chat thinks you’re so cool right now. don’t disappoint!”

and how could he? with a swift uppercut, kenshi called it quits for the first round while he regained his balance and strength.

“you’re not done yet johnathan carlton!” you call. he runs over as you take a gatorade bottle and squeeze the contents into his mouth and a little bit on your hands before smacking the shit out of him. “you get out there and you finish it!” he nods without a word before bumping your fist. when he turns to get back in the ring, you deliver a swift slap to his ass for encouragement.

“does that actually help?” raiden comments. he wouldn’t lie, he was tickled by the nonchalant relationship you and Johnny exhibited.

“nah. he just has a really nice ass.” you say, body language unwavering.

it definitely wasn’t helping. he was getting his shit handed to him this round. so much so, he tagged you in.

“whyyyyy am I here! i’m so quitting after this!” you scream as you block many of kenshi’s attacks. johnny, who claims he is just taking a breather, now acted as cameraman as he and the chat giggled at your attempts to evade kenshi.

lui kang had a smirk on his face as he watched the growing potential in you. Despite your obvious fear, you were evading kenshi’s offensive moves quite diligently. He eventually spoke with the goal to guide you.

“compose yourself, y/n. you’re bouncing all over the place, use that momentum for something else.”

you were desperately running out of air from running around the ring, but you couldn’t let up or else kenshi would deploy his frustrations about johnny on you (mmmmm). despite your fear, you heard lui kang’s voice and man, does this god have a voice of reason. you had to obey. so you placed your trust in it and stopped before quickly ducking.

In doing so, you felt a gust of wind fly over your head, surely a devastating blow from kenshi. you then turned and blindly threw a punch. surprisingly, you made contact, square in the middle of his chest. he gasped for air as the assault caused it all to exit his lungs and drop to his knees. he looked up at you with a fire burning in his eyes. you did not wait to continue and tagged johnny back in.

“now who’s the kangaroo?” lui kang smiled.

“you must think you’re so funny.” you respond, completely stale-faced.

johnny ended up losing the second round, before recovering and winning the final round. quickly though, he was thrust into battle with kung lao where he lost.

“a brawl between old pals,” you start. “how you feeling kung fu panda?” you put the camera directly up to his eyebrows on a 0.5x setting, getting an insane shot of his forehead.

“first, you’re no better than johnny,” you gasp. “second, i’m feeling really confident.” he finishes.

“and you ray ray?” you proceed to give him the same media coverage.

“i’ve been waiting for this day for a while.”

“oh he’s so gonna beat your ass”

and you should’ve bet money on it too as raiden came out victorious.

“so these outworlders, they hot? mutated? what exactly should we be expecting God-Almighty?” johnny asks but not without you delivering a swift elbow to his side for his crudeness.

“outworlders do have an enhanced strength compared to humans. some also have powers like me.” lui kang demonstrated with his possession of fire.

“so what’s raiden got that can go up against people like you.” kenshi spoke up, finally seeming over the bitterness of his loss earlier.

“i am always prepared. raiden, i bestow upon you the element of lightning. i ensure that it will aid you tenaciously. i am certain earthrealm will remain in good hands with you.” He hands the amulet over and raiden immediately demonstrated his new abilities by electrocuting the shit out of some training dummies.

“ok one, he just literally roasted the fuck outta y’all and two, can he charge my phone with this new ability.”

“can you be serious for one moment?” kenshi grumbled.

“oh im sorry, i thought someone who’s ass i kicked earlier had something to say?” you retort.

he was ready to respond again, but lui kang redirected the conversation.

“it is time. we must depart. outworld is expecting us.” he begins to move his hands in the same circular motion as before and another portal beings to open up.

“y/n! y/n! Look!” johnny points as if he was kid asking his parent capture his performance.

“i got it johnny, damn! it’s not like this isn’t my whole ass job.” you roll you eyes as you break your slowly dying phone out again. before entering the portal, lui kang turned to you,

“i trust that you won’t be getting yourself in trouble?” he raised an eyebrow, his playful demeanor replaced with a serious one.

“don’t worry kangaroo, i’ll be doing the PR work for both johnny and i. count on me to clean up any mess these boys make. it’s all in the job description.”

his face screwed up in thought before he nodded.

“Let us show these outworlders what we are made of.” he led first through the portal.

-end-

I will update as much as I can but just know I am a college student with other commitments. bear with me!

#mk1 2023 #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #raiden #lui kang #kung lao #x reader #mk1 x reader #reader insert #shitpost #self insert #mortal kombat #platonic

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whitemancumslut · 1 year

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Midnights (H.S)

part one of two

huge mommy kink, scroll if you don’t like. smut, minors i do not rec (MDNI), somnophilia ig, handjob, spitting, titty sucking, mentions of cumming on tits, during NYC Residency (Two Nights Between Night 5 and 6), do not expect accuracy on the actual tour dates!

Overall, Harry was very submissive.

But there would be moments he’d fall into his subspace under certain circumstances. One is if he was without you for so long. When he feels jealous that someone is getting more attention from you, many things could trigger such a vulnerable state for Harry. But right now it’s because this is your first night together since he’s been touring. You’ve been filming in L.A for months and weren’t able to make it to many shows unless it was through social media. You had just arrived in New York missing out on Night 5 of the residency, arriving just a day after.

He’s now hitting his 6th night in NYC and you couldn’t be more proud of him and happy that you get to experience the rest of the shows.

Harry just had a very enticing dream, making his friend make an appearance for the third time in the past 24 hours. When he woke up without being spooned, he whined feeling so cold. Your tight embrace on his waist was no longer there.

"Mommy," He grumbled lowly, palming the hard-on in his shorts. Groaning instantly when he applies the smallest bit of pressure on himself.

He wiggled his way out of the duvet and pouted when he realized you had been so far away from him.

The cool air in the bedroom made the hairs on his bare body stand up. Reaching over, Harry turned on his end table light, just by the push of the button.

He flicked his head over in your direction and there you laid, breathing so gracefully. You looked so pretty. Laying on your back, you’re bra-less with a tank top you threw on after the late night shower. The black and white PINK shorts you were wrapping around your curves so perfectly. Your left arm laid out beside you as you had recently rolled out from the spooning position.

Harry scooted his way over to you, fully shoving the duvet off his body.

The sheets scrunching up the closet he got to your slumped body. Harry laid his palm upon your stomach. Feeling your even breaths, he scratched lightly at your bare skin. "Mommy," He repeated.

You didn’t budge. He rested his body down next to you, pressing a wet kiss on your neck.

His cock twitched against your thigh and he moaned.

You weren’t a deep sleeper, nor were you jet lagged… Well, maybe a little.

Harry’s hand that rested on your stomach led its way up under your tank top. Looking down at the skin that came into view. Speeding up his actions, Harry pulled your shirt up revealing your perky tit.

His tongue twirled around your hardened bud, and is soon placed between his lips. Harry moaned when he began to suck on your nipple and start bucking his hips against you and his clothed cock was bumping against your thigh. "Fuck, Mommy," He whined into your breast. Your eyes flutter open, instantly letting your hand meet the back of his head. Your fingers hugging his tight curls.

"Baby?"

Harry let a soft gasp escape his mouth and instantly disconnected his lips from your nipple. When he heard your angelic voice in his ear, his eyes glistened. "Mommy," He said quietly. "It hurts," He mumbled.

He’s looking up at you, his big doe eyes making it seem as if he was pleading. He hissed to the feeling. The words immediately waking you up. "What hurts, angel? Speak to me," Your voice so gentle it sends butterflies to his tummy.

He doesn’t give you a verbal answer, though you know what it is. He takes your nipple back in his mouth.

Wrapping his fingers around your wrist, he began guiding your hand to his hard. Letting you palm his erection, you let your fingers apply pressure. "Oh, okay. Baby, sit up for a second. Want me to take care of you, hmm? Want Mommy to take care of you?"

He slips your moistened bud out of his mouth, with a soft whimper. "Yes, please." He answered sweetly, sitting up.

Letting you sit up against the head board, "Take your shorts and underwear off for me, Lovie."

He does as you say, taking off those short shorts that you could’ve sworn never showed his bum so much. You watched, admiring the way his large length escapes the barricade of his briefs and slaps against his tummy. The precum leaving a mark just by his belly button.

You called him over doing a ‘come here’ motion with your fingers, inviting him onto your lap.

He submissively crawled into your lap. Harry’s tatted thigh being covered by your hand caressing his thigh as he slid on your lap. He placed his hands on your shoulders.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you slowly moved your hand up to his cock. The thick vein was prominent as you took your thumb and traced it gently. He inhaled deeply when he made eye contact with you.

"Mommy please," He tucked his face into your neck. You tilted your neck so he’d be force to remove his face from it and look at you.

You looked down at his hip bones tense as he began grinding his hips, eager for you began. He looked so pretty, all fucked out before anything even happened.

You took his cock in your hand, wrapping your fingers around it as best as you can. His breath hitched when it finally gained warmth. "G-god." With the same hand, your reached up with your thumb smearing his precum that continued to leak. Running of his slit, his tip pink. He shivers to your touch letting his breath fan your face. Squeezing him gently watching him releasing little by little.

"Want to spit for me, angel?"

His hazy eyes come down to look at himself and his cock that had been in your hand. He prepares the saliva before gathering a good amount enough to let it spill out his mouth and hit directly on his shaft.

"Such a good boy," You praised quietly. His stomach turned at the praise and his toes curled. Resting your free hand on his bare back sliding it down to the side of his hips. Caressing him, soothing his body as he was high up.

He moaned when you began stoking him up and down. "F-fuck," His weight on your shoulders got heavy as he got lost in the moment. "Feel good, angel? What does it feel like? Talk to me and…" You pinched his chin with your free hand making him meet your eyes. "Lemme see your pretty face, eh? How does it feel?"

He pants lightly, his chest rising a bit faster than before, and his eyes fighting the urge to roll back, "Really, really fucking good, Mommy. So fucking good," He slurred out as you continued to stroke him. The hand that rested on his hips, now squeezing his bum making him muffle a low moan, "Mommy, more, more."

You nodded understanding his satisfaction with your touch. Grinning at the man that was totally gone, you looked down at his body. His thigh muscles tight. His tiger looking so sexy from your view as well as the rest of his body. Looking up at his tatted chest, his nipples hard and collarbones becoming more noticeable when he arched his back.

His lips so pretty and pink looking so plumped and swollen. No idea why it was just so hard not to kiss him. "C’mere," You told him wanting to taste him so bad.

He squinted, unable to get over the satisfaction he was getting from your hand. You used your other hand to cup his jaw, initiating a kiss. Harry leans in, out of breath, one curl resting on his forehead, pressing his lips against yours.

Thinking it’d be a quick peck, he pulls away. But you catch him again, pressing your tongue into his mouth as you stroked him faster and harder. He broke the kiss, his lips wrapped around your tongue before he detached his mouth from yours. His mouth forcing itself into an ‘O’ shape. His brows furrowed, mouth agape, moans pitched, so fucking hot.

"Oh my, Mommy. Fuck, yes. Please, I’m so-" He fucks your hand so gentle scared he’ll be crossing a line by trying to get himself in on your work. "F-feel so, so very good. Bloody fuck," He cried out applying pressure on your shoulders. Bucking his hips up, fucking your hand, so close to his climax. The room filling with his tiny gasp and moans.

Knowing he’s close, you jerk him teasingly, leaning in and kissing his cheek. Slowing your hand pumping down, and leading up to his tip pressing with your fingers before continue stroking. "O-oh!" He twitched in your hand and his thighs began to shake gently on top of yours. Continuing to kiss around his face as he continued moving his head back and forth and side to side with his haziness. He was high up.

"So, so close," He alarmed you. "Want to cum on Mommy, angel? Know how you love it. What do you want? Wanna cum on Mommy’s tits?"

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