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the-offside-rule · 2 months

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Carlos Sainz Jr (Scuderia Ferrari) - Un Poco Secreto

Requested: yes

Prompts: 39) "Like what you see?"

40) "Ah, ah, ah, no touching."

41) "Do that thing I like."

Warnings: smut, age gap, overstimulation, fighting over being a dom, alonso!daughter x Carlos Sainz

Y/n gasped as she felt her back hit the door, before Carlos pounced and their lips connected once again. Carlos grunted in disapproval as he reached for the door handle of his Hotel room, trying his best not to break the kiss he had with Y/n. He could feel her smile against his lips. "Having trouble?" She challenged. "Shut...up." He replied simply, making her laugh. "What? I'm just saying what I see." Carlos looked back at her. "Do you want to go back to your room?" He asked. Y/n shrugged her shoulders. "Fine, I'll-" She went to walk past him before Carlos finally opened his door and brought her with him. "We are never going to your room, your room is always beside your father or someone else we know." He said before his lips attacked her neck. She hummed in response. "You're literally right next to Charles."

"That's not the same." He whispered, pushing her towards the bed and taking off his shirt. "And you don't think the team will be suspicious of you going missing?" She asked, her brow arched as Carlos flung his Ferrari shirt to the side and focusing on the buckle of his belt. "I don't give a fuck what they think." He replied, finally getting around the buckle and pulling his trousers down. "Now, let's get to the matter of business." He tugged at the sides of her shorts. "Why the shorts today?" Y/n chuckled as she watched him fiddle with the zipper. "I thought they looked good on me." She replied simply. "And you know, I agree. But keep these for our 'outings' in Monaco." He said, pulling them down and throwing them right next to his shirt.

"Did they drive you that crazy?" She asked as he loomed over her. "Princesa, I drove past the pit wall just to get a look at you, nevermind what I was thinking of doing to you in them." His lips trailed down her toned torso, leaving gentle kisses as he did. Y/n shivered with the feeling, looking down through hooded eyes and seeing the spaniard biting her lace panties and pulling at them. She giggled, running her fingers through his hair. "Show me what you want to do to me." Carlos' lips left a wet trail of hungry kisses all over her, even leaving traces of lilac bruises in a few spots where no one would see them, but in the event someone would, they would know she belonged to him; his own personal stamp.

"As much as I'm enjoying this-" She paused, rolling the pair over and pushing him down into the mattress. "I'd much prefer if I was on top this time." Carlos' brows knotted in confusion. "Why? Do you think I don't do a good enough job?" He asked. "No, I just think I could do better." Grinning, Carlos relaxed into the bed, his hands resting behind his head, watching closely as Y/N straddled him and sat comfortably on his hips. She slowly pulled off her shirt, revealing a matching bra. His lips parted as he took a breath in. "Like what you see?" She asked, running her fingers up his abs. His fingers ran up her thighs until his hands had a firm grip of her ass. She tapped his hands away. "Ah, ah, ah, no touching, Carlitos." She purred. Carlos smirked as he watched her tower over him. "I think you're in for a very long night." Carlos chuckled. "Is that a promise?" He shivered at that question. "I swear." He replied.

Y/n lined herself up with Carlos' cock, teasing by making him wait much longer than he would ever have to. "Please, amor. Just let me feel you." She smiled at his pathetic pleads and gave him what he desired. Her head fell bad in ecstacy as she slid down, trying her best to take him all as best she could. "You need to relax, you don't don't have all of it yet." A wild grin appeared on her face. "Egotistical much?" She was quickly shut up by Carlos raising his hips slightly and pushing in just a bit more. She bit her lip to muffle her moan yet she failed miserably. "You're sounding like you're enjoying this too much." He grimaced as his hands slowly traced lines on the skin of her thigh again. She groaned in annoyance, grabbing his hands and pulling them up over his head, pinning them to the headboard. He looked at her, an element of surprise on his face. "Don't be so impatient." Her hips moved agonisingly slow as she watched how Carlos' mouth fell open. "Eso se siente bien." He groaned, his head falling back into the pillow, showing his delicious jawline. "Me has enseñado bien." She whispered, kissing his throat and continuing on. "You're going to be the death of me, amor."

As she rode him she felt herself coming closer to her high and Carlos could feel it. Her walls tightened around him and her grip on his wrists became tighter as her mind focused on her orgasm. "Lo estás haciendo muy bien, amor. Sigue adelante." Although they were both Spanish, something did it for him speaking to her in Spanish. She felt herself crumbling as his words helped to cloud her mind before she finally reached her high, riding it out and her grip loosening. Once she stopped, she looked down at Carlos, a small and innocent smile on her lips. The smile soon left her face as she saw him look at her like a lion looks at its prey. "My turn." Before she could say another word, Carlos was on top, the long pieces of his hair dangling down near Y/n's forehead. He slid in, earning a moan from Y/n. She gripped his shoulders as he began at a relentless pace, making her overstimulated. She struggled to make any sounds, the noise stuck in her throat. "I can't hear you princesa." He whispered in her ear as he dropped to his forearms, his thrusts going deeper. Almost like he gave her permission, the sinful sounds came from her lips. "Fuck, Carlos." She said, her voice strained. She felt his grin against the skin on the crook of her neck.

Suddenly, Carlos felt a sharp sensation on his shoulder. He winced and raised his head, seeing Y/n pull away. "What are you-"

"Oh what? So you get to mark me but I can't leave my mark on you?" Carlos chuckled, pulling out. Y/n looked at his, desperation for her to orgasm a second time in her eyes. "He lay on his back again and grabbed her hand, lowering it down to his cock. "I want to watch you do it." He rasped. Y/n bit her lip, once again sitting up once again and straddling him. Her hips rocked back and fourth. She lowered herself down so her head would rest on his chest. Her lips explored his chest, bruises being staining his skin like watercolour stains a blank canvas. "Fuck." He mumbled. He could feel himself getting closer. He gripped her hips and began with his sloppy thrusts. Y/n's hands roamed his body. "Hold the headboard." He instructed, getting annoyed with the wandering hands. She reached up and held the headboard as it banged against the wall, undoubtedly chipping the wall. She felt a hand reach up and grab one of her tits, squeezing and playing with them as if it were a toy, but she liked it. She felt herself coming to a second orgasm sooner than she expected, but she wasn't complaining.

As the pair rode out their orgasms, their panting and the smell of sex filled the room. Y/n had climbed off Carlos and lay beside him, a comfortable silence surrounding them. Carlos, tracing circles on Y/n's hand, suddenly looked deep into her eyes. She knotted her brows. "What?" She asked. "I can't believe how incredibly lucky I am to have you in my life." She laughs, slapping his bare chest as if he was joking and trying to be cliche, but when her eyes went back to his, they held the most sincerest look she had ever seen. "You make me feel like me." He paused. "You're my everything." Y/n smiled, playing with Carlos's hair. "You're my everything too, Carlos, but-"

He groaned knowing where this was going. "Not again." He mumbled, turning to lay on his back. "Carlos." She started. "We have to tell him. He will kill me if we don't." She said. "He will kill me if we do!" He retorted. "Carlos, we have to tell my dad. I have to tell my dad." Carlos looked as her chin rested on his chest. He couldn't help but feel so terribly bad. "He is going to kill us." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her. "Maybe, but I want to actually come to you without having to be so secretive." He had to admit, the whole secret thing was getting ridiculous. Even the simplest thing like liking one another's posts can and would be investigated by fans; it's what they did. "Can I think about what I'm going to say? I don't think he's going to appreciate me going out with his daughter who is ten years younger than me."

"Nine and a half years younger." She corrected. "Like that changes it." He rolled his eyes. "Carlos, if we don't tell him I'm not going to be with you. We have kept this secret for almost a year now and I would like to actually go out with you outside the paddock." Carlos sighed and looked between her eyes. He couldn't say no to her. "Okay, I'm not sure when we will but we will." He lifted her hand to rest on his chest. "As long as my heart beats, it's yours and since it's yours, it will do what you ask." Y/n smiled. "Will it let me bring you to the shower?"

"As tempting as that sounds, I have to head back to the paddock to get some work done." Carlos replied, kissing her. "But we can tomorrow morning." She nodded as she got up out of bed and headed to the bathroom whilst Carlos got up and collected his clothes, promptly dressing himself. "Jesus fucking christ." Carlos muttered, looking at his bare chest in the mirror. "My finest work yet." Y/n smiled, wrapping her arms around him and pecking his shoulder. He hummed, a tone of unamusement lingering. "At least its less noticeable than-" He paused, turning to Y/n in her towel. "Than whatever the fuck I have done to you." He was of course referring to the many bruises left on her collarbone and all down her torso. "I can't even wear my nice dress to dinner with my dad now." She uttered, faking her sadness. "If it's any consolation, mi amor, Fernando thinks that dress will prompt the single and younger drivers to make a move on you and he doesn't want that." His arms wrapped around her waist, resting on her lower back. "He has nothing to worry about. I have my old and not-so-single driver right here." She joked. "They could never do what I do." Y/n arched a brow. "You don't think Oscar would-"

"Get out before you make me even more late!"

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yunjinified · 7 months

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Minghao fic recs

✿=personal favourites

note: all of the fics i have recommended either have a female or gender neutral reader. this will constantly be updated.

terrified by @lovelyhan warnings and genre: smut, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, idolverse, established relationship, extremely slight angst. word count: N/A

✿rush hour by @lovelyhan warnings and genre: smut, enemies to lovers, dancer au, unresolved sexual tension, promiscuous behaviour in public. word count: 6700

golden hour by @synthetickitsune warnings and genre: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, blond minghao. word count: 1500

✿fixer upper by @seungkwansphd warnings and genre: smut, slow burn, affectionate member slander. word count: 9500

impatient by @ressonancee warnings and genre: friends with benefits, smut, humor, brat!reader, sub and dom undertones. word count: 3040

love bleeds lilac by @hoeforhao warnings and genre: non idol!minghao, fluff, slight mentions of mental health issues, angst but not angst, discovering self love, comfort. word count: N/A

10:52pm by @blue-jisungs warnings and genre: N/A word count: N/A

to love easily by @minghaoyoudoin warnings and genre: fake dating, smut, angst, fluff, non idol au, non idol!minghao, mentions of cheating and resulting in trauma, food consumption, kissing, dirty talk, pet name(darling), explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, oral sex(m and f receiving), vaginal penetration, marking. word count:13 500

whisper game by @sunnylovespickles warnings and genre: smut, public sex, fingering, gagging, spit as lube, marking, horny minghao, pet names. word count: 960

smut prompt event(minghao) by @hoeforhao warnings and genre: smut word count: N/A

opposites attract by @rubyreduji warnings and genre: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, thigh high kink, creampie. word count: 1800

April 12th, 3:36pm by @gyupinkys warnings and genre: smut, mafia!minghao, yandere!reader, murder, gore, violence, guns, weapons, toxic relationship, manipulation, yandere, unprotected sex, public sex, sex with corpse in the room, scary dirty talk. word count:2700

idubilu by @toruro warnings and genre: smut, ceo!minghao, husband!minghao, fluff, oral(f receiving), pet names(princess, pretty). word count: 2800

(pretty) hungry by @icyminghao warnings and genre: fluff, drabble, established relationship, mentions of food. word count: 600

i don't understand (but i love you) by @icyminghao warnings and genre: fluff, some angst, comfort, established relationship. word count: 1500

4:18am by @number1mingyustan warnings and genre: smut, unprotected sex, riding, creampie, multiple orgasms, mentions of sex, grinding, hands, pianist!minghao. word count: 2300

✿wrong turn by @meltwonu warnings and genre: vampire au, smut, dom!minghao, vampire!minghao, small about of blood play, dirty talk, degradation, fucking in public, overstimulation, squirting. word count: 3000

home yet? by @idyllicdeco warnings and genre: smut, subspace minghao. word count: 1700

22:34 by @toruro warnings and genre: smut, vibrators, pet names(pretty thing) word count: 610+

part 1:chérie by @venerex warnings and genre: duke!minghao, smut, oral(f receiving), fingering, virgin! reader. word count: 2500 part2:the poet by @venerex warnings and genre: smut, duke!minghao, fingering, virgin!reader. word count: 2300 Part3:mon amour by @venerex warnings and genre: duke!minghao, smut, fingering, intercouse, reader's first time, talks of having children, reader passes out. word count: 1900

blocked contacts by @jae-bummer warnings and genre: angst, fluff. word count: N/A

f* me, emo boy by @sunnylovespickles warnings and genre: rock guitarist!minghao, smut. word count: 1800

✿the letter by @toruro warnings and genre: jun's little sister!reader, slow burn, angst, fluff, childhood f2l, idol au, alcohol consumption, underage drinking, arguments, pent up emotions, miscommunication, hot headed reader. word count: 26 000 the letter(smut) by @toruro warnings and genre: smut, oral(f receiving, fluff. word count: 1300

✿red (k)nights by @toruro warnings and genre: knight!minghao, smut, fluff, royal au, princess!reader, secret relationship. word count:6700

oh my! by @toruro warnings and genre: smut, oral(m receiving), mutual pinig, fluff, mentioned past toxic/controlling relationships. word count: 13 600

dreamt of heaven by @jeonride warnings and genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, fiance!minghao, profanity, somnophilia, slight voyeurism, oral(f receiving), hand job, fingering, pet names(angel), praise. word count: 2400

✿felix felicis by @blue-jisungs warnings and genre: fluff, light angst, hurt and comfort, humour, slytherin!minghao, hufflepuff!reader, mentions of social anxiety, swearing. word count: 7000

✿now or never series by @heartkyeom series warnings and genre: strangers to lovers, ex!joshua, fake marriage, angst, fluff, mentions of food, big crowds, mentions of chronic illness, journalist!seokmin, food, smut, brief flashbacks, mentions of family planning, oral sex, descriptions of female anatomy, blowjobs, long car rides, cursing, dumbification, alcohol, fighting. word count: N/A, 5 chapters

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sixosix · 28 days

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Eee happy early birthday🎉🎊❤ As a fellow Xiao xiao lover I must request him. For his prompt, Xiao, sappy fluff and journal. 💕💕💕 -Sarah

a/n wc 1.1k! hi thank u so much! :D and ty for requesting xiao… the moml(main of my life)

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During your travels with him, Xiao frequently observed you gathering every flower in sight. It didn’t strike him as odd; other mortals liked doing strange, mundane activities he could never understand the point of. Whenever he sees you crouching and plucking a Silk Flower, he moves forward and knows you’ll catch up to him eventually. It was none of his business—he didn’t want you to stop if he pointed it out.

But today, it was raining hard. Branches swayed, leaves were ripped off their stems, and the wind whipped around dangerously. One misstep could lead to slipping and a nasty bruise.

He rushed you inside the nearest cave. You pair were stuck there for however-long, at least until the rain would stop. Thunderstorms didn’t bother him, but they would make you cold, and he was pained at the thought of you shivering uncomfortably. You and Xiao sat by the far corner of the cave, furthest from the entrance and the drops of freezing water. Could he try taking you with him if he materialized into Wangshu Inn? He didn’t want to risk it—it was too far, and he hadn’t tried taking anyone with him at such a distance before.

He felt his protective instincts flared when you shuddered against his side. Xiao’s chin brushed against the top of your head. “Y/N,” he said.

“I’m okay, Xiao. I promise!” You sneezed, then frowned at the gray sky. A leaf retaliated and flew into the cave, slapping you on the nose. Your face scrunched up as you peeled it off. “Ahh, I should’ve listened to you when you said it would rain!”

Xiao sighed. “It was my mistake to agree.”

“We’re both going to take responsibility, then.”

Xiao couldn’t ever say no anyway.

You pouted. Your lip was a little colored from the way you were biting it to hold in the shivering. “The day is almost ending, yet we’re stuck here! This is so unlucky…!”

“Did you want to collect your flowers?” he asked. The cave had some sprouting on its surface—Violetgrass rich in its lilac color—but it was too unsafe to try at the moment.

“My flowers?”

“You collect them when we travel.”

Your eyes brightened as you caught up. “Oh! Ah, yes, I do collect them sometimes!”

Xiao shifted, prepared to move.

Your hand latched onto his wrist, lightning quick. He would’ve reacted badly if it had been anyone else—but it’s you. “Don’t leave me, though!” you exclaim, wide-eyed. “Just stay here, okay?”

“Ah…” Xiao, stunned and unsure of what to do with his hands, settled back to your side. “Okay.”

The rain stopped, but Xiao’s quick-as-a-woodpecker heartbeat didn’t.

“Are you experimenting with herbs?�� Xiao asked.

You were startled from where you’d been walking ahead. You and Xiao fell asleep in the cave—mostly you, because Xiao was wide awake, gold eyes visible in the pitch-black darkness—and woke up to birds chirping and the beautiful sunset of Liyue spread over the grass smoothly. From when you’d woken up until Xiao gathered enough courage to ask, you haven’t spoken, most likely feeling the remnants of awkwardness from last night’s strangely intimate moment.

You blinked. “Ah…?”

“The flowers.”

“Oh!” You waved your hands rapidly. “No, nothing as good as that. I’m filling up a journal.”

“A journal,” Xiao repeated, unable to determine the relationship between a journal and the flowers.

“Mhm.” You bounded to the nearest tree and laid your bag on the protruding roots. “Come here, let me show you.”

It was bound by a loose string, bursting at the seams. Xiao carefully flipped through the thick pages, curiously taking in the dried flowers pressed against them. Some had no flowers but a strangely colored leaf or a detached feather.

But each entry had something in common—

Xiao took me to Qingyun Peak—it was breathtakingly beautiful. Everything was colored orange during the sunset. We soared up with the current and flew all the way to Juyeun Karst! You had taped Mint on the corner.

Xiao and I went to Mt. Lingmeng, and wow! It had these stone carvings spread throughout; I came across one and touched it when it shot me straight up the air! I felt so light; it was incredible. Xiao’s face when I disappeared from his view was funny, haha. He caught me when I landed. Two flowers, one on each side of the page, all dried up but still there.

—His name was in each one.

Xiao got severely injured when we ran into Fatui. I feel terrible. But he takes such good care of me. Nothing was attached to that page but dried blood on the parchment. Xiao remembered that day—you closed off and hid somewhere, guilty. You must have been writing.

“Your presence is never a burden. Never for me.” Xiao really says a lot of things. Does he even know what comes out of his mouth sometimes? There were just wet stains on the space after.

Xiao still couldn’t quite understand, but with the way you looked so hopeful gazing up at him… he thought he could at least understand that this journal was important to you.

You didn’t have an entry from yesterday, which made sense: you barely got to do anything at all. Xiao decided he would make it up to you.

“Stay here and eat,” Xiao said and didn’t wait for an answer.

He returned a few minutes later, eyes narrowed and hands cupped by his chest.

Emboldened by his idea, Xiao eagerly awaited you to notice what was nestled in his palms—an offering. How strange—an Adeptus presenting a gift to a mortal, yet nothing else has ever felt as right.

You blinked curiously, mouth agape. And then laughed.

Xiao wilted. “Did I misunderstand?”

You scooped up the crystalfly and beamed at him, rivaling the beauty of the moonlight behind you. Xiao had to squint. “No, Xiao!” you said, delighted. “No, no. This is just—this is so sweet!”

Xiao clicked his tongue. “Is it really unlike me?”

“No, I’m sorry,” you laughed, moving closer until your noses brushed. Xiao sucked in a breath, looking anywhere else but the pure delight on your face, feeling a little too warm. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s a little funny, though. I was expecting flowers, too, but I guess you wouldn’t be conventional about this, either.”

“You like it,” Xiao said, though it was fumbling for assurance.

“Of course I do, Xiao! It’s from you, after all.”

He nodded, pleased. Xiao felt like he could slice Teyvat in half.

His mind wandered to ways of enriching your collection. A chip of a hilichurl’s mask? Or a delicate slice of wood for every newfound tree? Perhaps blades of grass Xiao would gather as you rolled around on it? With every journey, your journal grew thick, yet Xiao remained the focal point of your entries—nothing else seemed as fitting.

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misshoneyimhome · 1 month

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Trying to stay quiet is hard while William’s brother is in town staying over his house and William pushing his innocent’s girlfriend’s boundaries/limits 🌶️

Ooooh, yes, darling! How can we not love some dom!Willy putting her ability to stay quiet to the test? 🫢🤍

I know, we've explored this dynamic before, but there's no reason we can't revisit it, right? 💦

Please do see these requests that also spiced up the scene a little; [“You can cry��] [Little experiment] 🌶️

Warnings; smut 18+; brief masturbation, brief dry humping, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting, anal play (finger), penetrative sex (p in v), cum inside;

Word count; 6.5K

[Inexperienced!reader x Willy]

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt XII I William Nylander ⚡️💦

The past week had been rather eventful. Your boyfriend, William Nylander, had been away on the road, and you’d both missed each other deeply. Yet upon his return, he’d seemed distant, retreating to the training rink.

Naturally, you were puzzled by his behaviour, as he after being apart for several days, despite it being filled with passionate and intimate calls, chose to prioritise hockey training upon his return. And as a caring partner, you’d decided to seek him out and solve whatever troubled him.

William was undeniably a wonderful boyfriend. You couldn't deny that. He was caring and considerate, yet he also displayed a certain possessiveness and jealousy.

While he often projected an image of calm and confidence in public, always sure of his abilities in the game, his true insecurities lay within your relationship. Thankfully, his jealous thoughts were gradually diminishing as your relationship grew stronger and closer. However, concerns about you choosing to dedicate your life to William’s still lingered in his mind.

Whenever he witnessed you enjoying time with friends and relishing in activities outside of the hockey world, he couldn't help but feel apprehensive about your commitment to him. Yet, every time you reassured him that you wanted to be with him, emphasising that he was the only one for you, regardless of the lifestyle you led.

And as the morning sun gently seeped through the curtains on that ultimo February Monday, you gradually stirred from your sleep, feeling entirely at ease, and relaxed with your boyfriend softly snoring beside you.

The previous week had been quite busy at work. With William away on the road, you had put in extra hours in order to earn yourself a day to work from home and to spend some quality time together in the morning before his training session.

So, for now, you luxuriated in the simple pleasure of waking up slowly with William beside you. Nestled under the duvet, you savoured the moment, basking in the comfort of his presence and the gentle rhythm of his breathing as he slept.

The clock showed 7:12, prompting you to allow him a bit more sleep while you entertained yourself, and with your phone in hand, you started browsing through social media. You usually maintained a discreet online presence to steer clear of any unwanted gossip, but your focus was quickly captured by images from the lads' road trip.

William appeared strikingly handsome in his suits. Whether it was the turquoise or the lilac one, he oozed style effortlessly. And even though you'd already seen the photos when they were first shared, you couldn't resist keeping your gaze fixed on your boyfriend's pictures as you savoured the peaceful morning.

And as you continued to study the photos from the roadie, you found yourself growing increasingly aroused. It felt somewhat peculiar, considering William was right beside you in the flesh, yet you couldn't resist being turned on by the images. Gradually, as you rubbed your thighs together, you noticed a sensation between your legs, your core tingling as your thoughts drifted, imagining what it might have been like to make love in a Vegas hotel room after the team's victory. You pictured William still clad in his suit jacket, shirtless, trousers hanging around his knees as he'd bend you over a couch and ravish you. Something that seemed straight out of a steamy movie scene.

Your hands instinctively began to glide down between your legs, your gaze still fixed on the screen displaying William, as your fingers found your sensitive clit. And with gentle circles, you elicited a soft gasp from your lips, feeling waves of pleasure gently wash over you.

However, completely lost in the moment, you didn't even notice William slowly opening his eyes beside you. "What are you doing?" he huskily murmured, interrupting your train of thought, and causing you to squint in surprise.

"Oh... Fuck, Willy," you breathed out in a hushed tone, turning your head to meet his sleepy gaze. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were awake..."

William simply chuckled sheepishly. "So, you thought you'd touch yourself like this, early in the morning, while I was sleeping next to you?" he propped himself up on his elbow, flashing a wide grin.

Meeting his gaze with a playful eye roll and a smirk of your own, you shifted onto your side to face him, propping your head up just like he did. "Oh, my apologies, I wasn't aware there was a specific time frame for touching oneself," you teased, infusing your tone with playful mockery.

"Baby, you know you're always welcome to masturbate," William chuckled, edging a bit closer to you, and resting his hand on your hip. "But I just thought you might want some assistance..."

His gravelly morning voice never failed to send shivers down your spine, so naturally, you leaned in closer, meeting him in a tender morning kiss. "Oh Willy, I'd always prefer your assistance..." you murmured seductively before pressing your lips to his, sharing a deeper kiss where your tongues gently intertwined before pulling away momentarily.

With a soft chuckle, William traced his thumb lightly across your lower lip, his cerulean eyes studying your beautiful, makeup-free face. "So, was it the penalty box again?" he teased, referring to the steamy encounter you both shared at the hockey rink last night.

Playfully rolling your eyes once more, you shook your head gently. "No..." you whispered seductively before retrieving your phone once more and showing him what had caught your attention so early on a Monday morning. "It was just photos of you... in your suits..." you confessed softly; your gaze locked on his as he looked at the screen.

Turning towards you, he let out a soft chuckle. "This got you all turned on? Well, babe, looks like you have a thing for that suit..."

"Hmm... well yeah, but I do love you more…" you smirked, setting your phone on the nightstand as you leaned into William once again. "Naked..." you whispered seductively, sliding under the duvet, and sensually straddling him as he rolled onto his back, allowing you to position yourself smoothly atop him.

Your chest pressed against his, your arms framing his face while his hands settled on your hips, your bodies intimately aligned. Leaning down, you shared another passionate kiss, disregarding any traces of morning breath, simply revelling in the escalating heat between you. And speaking of heat, as you gently rocked your hips against his groin, you couldn't help but notice his member evident beneath his boxers.

William's hands then slowly moved to your buttocks, giving them a gentle squeeze before enveloping your figure in his arms, swiftly flipping you onto your back. "You're so fucking sexy in the morning," he murmured against your lips, momentarily breaking the kiss to trail his lips along your jawline, while your fingers tangled in his blonde hair.

It was a fervent and intense moment shared between you; both fully awake as the craving for pleasure consumed you. Despite knowing that time was limited with William's impending training session and your own work obligations, neither of you cared. However, amidst the passionate intimacy, William's phone suddenly buzzed.

Initially, you both ignored it, fully immersed in kissing and grinding against each other. However, as the buzzing persisted, William let out a sigh and moved to check the caller ID.

"Shit, it's Alex," he whispered before answering the call, switching to Swedish, and moved away from you, sitting up against the headboard to talk to his brother.

You couldn't make much out the conversation, and as it continued, you felt a little mischievous urge and decided to straddle your boyfriend once more. Leaning back, William simply chuckled as he conversed with his brother, while your lips found his bearded neck, leaving soft kisses before gently sucking and nipping at his skin.

And as the intensity of your actions increased, William had to really concentrate on the conversation with his brother while you continued to grind your hips, feeling his member slowly growing beneath you. And though he cursed under his breath, he couldn't resist letting you continue.

Then finally, as he bid his brother farewell and ended the call, you released his skin, cupped his face, and flashed him a cheeky smile.

"You're being naughty, baby," he chuckled lightly, feeling his semi-erect cock eager for attention.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," you simply offered an innocent smirk, batting your eyelashes.

Pulling your hips closer to his, William released a deep growl. "Mmm... enjoying teasing me like that, are you?" he asked rhetorically, his voice dripping with seduction. With your fingers playing with the tousled locks of his hair, you simply bit your lower lip and nodded. "Hmm, I love it when you get kinky..." William breathed out before forcefully pressing his lips against yours.

"Mmm... me too, Willy," you murmured into the kiss, surrendering once more to his touch. Though it was passionate and filled with lust, it still retained a romantic essence, brimming with desire. And when breaking apart once more, William wore a wide grin.

"I'm going to make you feel so good tonight, baby, fuck you so hard for teasing me like that... you'll be feeling it for days..."

Your cunt skipped a beat at his words, his seductive, husky voice echoing in your ears as you bit your lower lip again. "Mmm, can't wait," you moaned softly, stealing another deep kiss before William pulled away, both of you catching your breath.

"Good," he simply said, glancing over at his phone, which indicated he was running very late for today's training. "Oh fuck..." he cursed before gently pushing you off him and heading straight to pick out something to wear.

You couldn't help but chuckle as you watched your boyfriend hurry around in a flurry of distress, his hard on still evident as he pulled on his sweats. "You might want to clear your mind on the way there," you teased as you sat on the bed, a cheeky smirk playing on your lips.

But William simply chuckled at your amusement as he approached, pulling his hoodie over his head before planting a kiss on your lips. "Oh, by the way, my brother's coming to town tonight," he announced with a huge smirk, causing your eyes to widen in surprise.

"What?" you asked, taken aback by his sudden revelation. "But you just said..." you attempted to remind him of his earlier words, vividly describing the plans he had in store for you tonight.

But again, William merely laughed darkly as he slipped on his shoes. "Well, I guess you'll just have to find a way to be quiet then..."

It was a mischievous plan, and he knew it. Still, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he observed your expression.

"You're joking, right?" you questioned with a slight smile, raising an eyebrow as you searched for any hint of mischief in his expression.

But William simply chuckled a "Nope,” slinging his bag over his shoulder as he prepared to leave. "See you later tonight, babe," he finally said, walking out the door and leaving you bewildered, alone on the bed, completely frozen.

"That motherfu..." you muttered to yourself before being greeted by two very enthusiastic dogs, eager for their morning walk.

Maintaining focus on work throughout the day proved to be nearly impossible. Not only was concentration elusive, but William's morning teasing lingered in your thoughts.

"What is he up to?" you pondered. Surely, he wouldn't want to have heated, dominant sex while his brother was visiting. Right? Yet, knowing William as well as you did by now, you wouldn't put it past him.

Considering where and how the two of you might sneak in some sexual time, it almost wouldn’t be out of the ordinary – and you couldn't help but chuckle at the memories; Last night's rendezvous at the rink, the restroom escapade with friends outside before he hit the road, not to mention the locker room incident—Auston's expression still brought a smile to your face. And then there was the memorable introduction to the family in Sweden, where your not-so-subtle moans echoed through the house. So, having sex with Alex around might not be the most outlandish move for you both.

However, you had only met Alex in person a few times, along with occasional family video calls. With both brothers playing in the NHL, their schedules often overlapped, limiting opportunities for extended interaction.

Your first encounter with Alex was during Christmas. After meeting the entire Nylander family during the Global Series in Sweden, the core family had invited themselves to Toronto for the holiday season. And naturally, during the days when you weren't with your own family, you joined the festivities, with Alex flying in from Pittsburgh.

It was a heart-warming experience as the Swedish family embraced you as one of their own. Camilla had even presented you with a small gift, despite your protests. As your boyfriend's mother put it, "You're family. Of course, you deserve a present."

Alex was a sweet young man who had welcomed you into the family almost as warmly as the others. However, while William's sisters were more like to tease him about being lovesick, Alex approached the situation with a more serious demeanour.

Initially, you couldn't quite discern why he seemed guarded around you. But as the day progressed and he gradually relaxed, he confided that he was just very protective of William. The two brothers had always shared a close bond, and as they grew into adulthood, they also shared their thoughts and feelings about relationships. And given William's troubled history with relationships, mostly limited to casual sexual encounters, Alex wanted to ensure that you had genuine intentions toward his brother.

You found his concern both sweet and thoughtful. And as you candidly expressed your feelings for William, Alex listened attentively and soon became convinced of your sincerity.

All in all, the Nylanders were a close-knit family, and despite your initial apprehension about being fully accepted into the group, they were nothing but caring and welcoming toward you. And after their last visit during the contract negotiations, you felt confident that you were truly becoming a part of the family.

However, tonight, it would only be Alex visiting. With NHL trades happening left and right, you had been trying to limit your time on social media, but as soon as Alex was mentioned, you couldn't help but be intrigued to find out more. A few days ago, he had been traded to Columbus, and to mark the occasion, he and William had decided to meet up for one evening.

Naturally, you suggested a boys' night in, where you could spend time with some girlfriends or colleagues. However, both William and Alex insisted on you staying. And while you were pleased by their suggestion, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was a hidden motive behind it. Which turned out to be William wanting you to cook one of his favourite meals: lasagne. Apparently, you were exceptionally skilled at making it, though you weren't quite sure why, but your boyfriend absolutely loved it.

So, after a day of work and a meeting, you closed your laptop, leashed up the dogs, and headed out for grocery shopping before immersing yourself in the kitchen. Meanwhile, across the city, William was finishing up his training for the day before heading to pick up Alex. Normally, the brothers would enjoy a one-on-one hockey session, but with Alex's limited time in the city, they opted for a simple dinner instead.

"Wow, if this isn't wifey material, I don't know what is!" Alex exclaimed with a hearty chuckle as he stepped into the inviting space of your kitchen.

"Well, it's great to see you too, Alex," you greeted the younger brother, pulling him into a warm hug.

"It smells amazing!" he grinned, before wandering into the living room to greet the doodles, while you exchanged a kiss with your boyfriend.

"It really does, älskling," William chuckled lightly as he pulled away from the kiss, flashing you a sweet smile.

"Oh, come on, you two, I'm still here," Alex teased playfully from the other side of the kitchen island, earning chuckles from both you and William.

"Does that have to change anything?" William mocked with a grin, gently pulling away from you as you moved to set the dinner table.

"I guess not. From what I've heard, y/n here doesn't mind having an audience," Alex added with a cheeky wink, causing you to widen your eyes and feel a blush rise to your cheeks.

"Are we still on that?" you playfully whined with an eye roll, fully aware that neither of the siblings would ever let it go.

"Yeah, and we probably always will be," Alex replied with a smile as you placed the glasses on the table.

"Don't mind him, babe, he's just jealous that I have someone like you," William chuckled as you all finished setting the table and you prepared to bring in the lasagne, gesturing for the boys to take their seats.

"Maybe, although I might not be as ready as you are to be a groomie," Alex added with a chuckle, earning a slightly curious look from you.

"A what?"

"You know, a groomie? You two live together, like roomies, but you're like real wifey material, making Willy here your groomie..." Alex explained with a chuckle, seeming a bit too pleased with his wordplay.

You let out a light laugh, not entirely sure how William felt about the husband-and-wife joke so early in your relationship. But as usual, he simply brushed it off with a joke.

"Believe me, we don't just live together as roomies," he flashed his younger brother a cheeky grin and a wink before digging into the meal, and both you and Alex joined in the laughter.

During dinner, conversations flowed effortlessly as you caught up with Alex about everything, from the highs to the lows. He was thrilled about his opportunity to play for the Blue Jackets and was determined to prove his worth. Despite being a talented player, he had faced his fair share of struggles throughout his career, as having William as his older brother was both a blessing and a curse.

Both brothers had worked tirelessly to climb the ranks in the NHL. Despite their natural talent and their father's own NHL background, success didn't always come easy. As they reached the pinnacle of their careers and played for prominent teams, comparisons were inevitable. However, what truly bonded them was their unwavering support for each other. While they might be competitive in their free time, when it came to their professional endeavours, they supported each other through thick and thin - at least when they weren’t playing against each other.

And before long, you found yourself cleaning up the kitchen after the lasagne feast, while the boys shouted at the TV, engrossed in a few rounds of NHL PlayStation.

You couldn't help but shake your head, finding their behaviour amusing. It was easy to imagine that they had been like this their entire lives—growing up together, constantly competing in everything. You even had to intervene at times when the competition became too intense, but nevertheless, it was a delightful sight to behold.

"Alrighty, boys," you cheerfully announced, trying not to disrupt their game too much. "I'll be heading off to bed."

"Sure," William simply muttered, his eyes glued to the TV screen.

"Sleep tight," Alex added, equally focused on the game.

And as you slowly made your way towards the bedroom, a mischievous chuckle escaped you. Perhaps you were feeling a bit playful.

"Oh, I hope I won't be too cold lying in bed all by myself... completely naked," you announced loudly with a teasing grin, testing if William had heard you before.

And the comment seemed to catch his attention. Pausing the game momentarily, he let out a deep sigh, knowing you were simply teasing him. And Alex couldn't contain a chuckle as he turned to his older brother and spoke in Swedish once again.

"Seriously... marry her."

Though the boys both laughed and resumed their game, William couldn't shake the feeling stirred up by the mention of marriage. He knew your relationship was still relatively new, yet it felt like you had been together for ages. Perhaps it was because you had been close friends before dating, always sharing a deep connection through heartfelt banter.

Regardless, he knew that one day, when you both felt ready, he would take the next step. But for now, he cherished the fact that you lived with him, shared his everyday life, and served as his anchor, regardless of titles.

And while enjoying the comfort of your bed, you found yourself immersed in your thoughts, leisurely scrolling through your phone as your favourite TV show provided background noise. Despite not feeling particularly tired, you chose to retire to the bedroom, mindful of not interrupting the special brotherly bonding time taking place in the living room.

Bathed in the soft glow emanating from the bedroom lights, a contented smile graced your face at the distinct medley of sounds echoing from afar: the lively banter, occasional Swedish curse words, and the genuine laughter shared between William and Alex. The familiarity of their camaraderie brought a warmth to the room, wrapping you in a cocoon of comfort and tranquillity.

Then after what seemed like an hour, perhaps a bit longer, the tranquillity was gently interrupted as William quietly entered the bedroom, his presence a welcomed surprise.

"Thought you were asleep," he murmured softly, shedding his clothes down to his boxers before slipping under the covers and leaned into you with a tender kiss.

With a subtle click, you turned off the TV, redirecting your attention to the man beside you. "Hmm... couldn't fall asleep without my human heating blanket," you quipped playfully, a light chuckle escaping your lips as you met his gaze.

"Wait, hold on," William smirked as he took a grip of the duvet and peered underneath, letting out a deep sigh. "You're not naked," he stated firmly, his expression mockingly serious as a darkness slowly crept into his eyes and a smirk formed on his lips. "We better change that."

A soft giggle escaped you as William slowly began to undress you, his large palms exploring your body as he discarded your few pieces of clothing—a t-shirt and a pair of knickers. Though you tried to object, reminding him that Alex was just down the hall, it was futile. William's strength prevailed, and deep down, you knew you didn't truly want to resist. He captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, swiftly taking control and positioning himself on top of you, and you surrendered to his touch without hesitation.

"Mmm..." William hummed as he trailed kisses behind your ear, your fingers tangling in his untamed hair. "Ready for a little experiment, baby? Wanna see how many times I can make you cum and squirt tonight. Soak my sheets like the good little girl you are."

His words alone caused your core to twitch, eliciting a gasp as you sank deeper into his touch. "Willy... we can't..." you whispered in protest, though you knew your own words lacked conviction.

His mouth was intoxicating, casting a spell that captivated you instantly. And as he peppered your neck with nips and bites, sending sparks coursing through your veins, you realised you were his to command. The way he teased each of your nipples sent waves of pleasure rippling through your body, your eyes fluttering closed as you watched him use his mouth and hands to drive you wild.

And as William continued his sensual assault on your senses, you couldn't help but succumb to the intoxicating mixture of desire and anticipation coursing through your veins. Each touch, each kiss, sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating throughout your body, igniting a fiery passion that burned within you.

Then after breaking the connection between his lips and your skin, William glanced up at you with a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Think you can be a good girl and stay quiet?" he inquired, his tone taking on a darker edge.

Meeting his gaze, you let out a deep sigh, biting your lip as you nodded, shifting your hands to grip onto the pillow beneath your head.

But you were well aware that William's experiment was merely a prelude to a game he enjoyed playing. You knew that as soon as you agreed to his request, he would undoubtedly seek to test your limits and challenge your ability to remain silent. So, with a dark chuckle, he simply remarked, "We'll see about that..."

He smoothly manoeuvred his lips downward, maintaining a constant connection with your skin as he positioned himself between your legs. His arms hooked underneath your thighs, securing your lower body in place and making any movement impossible.

With deliberate teasing, he placed butterfly kisses on the sensitive skin surrounding your core, purposefully avoiding the area where you craved his touch the most. And despite your whispered pleas, he continued his tantalising assault, knowing full well that you would struggle to remain silent.

Your breaths grew increasingly erratic with each kiss, anticipation building as he finally allowed himself to delve into his late-night meal. His tongue traced a path along your already moistened folds, eliciting a soft curse from your lips in a whispered breath, prompting him to look up with a smirk.

"Thought you'd be quiet..." he chuckled darkly before returning his attention to your core.

You clenched your fingers into the pillowcase as William skilfully indulged in your flesh, alternating between licking and sucking on your clit, occasionally teasing your entrance to ensure no part went unattended. It was a challenge to keep your promise of silence, and he knew it. Your squirming movements and muffled cries only fuelling his determination to bring you pleasure.

And as the intensity of his ministrations intensified, arousal surged within you, your orgasm building with each lick. With his tongue delving deeper, your hips instinctively sought more contact, but he restrained you.

"Ple... please..." you unintentionally pleaded as you felt the climax nearing its peak. And with expert precision, William shifted his attention, sucking on your sensitive bud, eliciting another cry from your lips as the pleasure reached its crescendo.

Yet, despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through you, you remained patient, knowing well the game William played in this mood, waiting for his signal to surrender to the blissful release.

"You're being such a good girl…" he hummed against your core, feeling it was only fair to grant you what you desired most. Digging in a little deeper, his beard rubbing roughly against your skin, he decided to push you over the edge. "Come for me…"

And with those words, you surrendered to the climax, arching your back under William's firm grip as you buried your head into the pillow. Your moan was almost silent as you focused on gasping and breathing, suppressing any vocalisation to the best of your ability.

It was no easy feat, but the euphoria of the high was indescribable. And as William helped you come down from the peak with gentle kisses, your eyes met once more. You had to blink a few times to regain your focus, but as you caught sight of his smirk between your legs, you knew you had done well, and he would reward you.

Yet William's game had more levels, and you had only passed the first one.

Moving to hover over your body once more, he reconnected your lips, allowing you to taste your own essence before pulling back again. His charming blue eyes had darkened, his smirk exuding confidence as he looked down at you beneath him.

Then, in his husky, deep growl, he laid down the next rule. "You can cry, but you’re not allowed to make a sound - understood?"

Nodding your head once more, you gave him the consent along with the power to proceed.

With thoughts brewing in his mind about how to explore your amazing body further, a body he knew every curve and corner of by now, and which buttons to push, William reached over to the nightstand, retrieving the new pair of handcuffs he had recently purchased, since he broke the last pair. And naturally, he tied your hands in place above your head as you anticipated. It was almost routine for you by now, yet the restrictions of making any sound added thrill to the play.

Tossing the duvet aside, William felt happy with how you were displayed on the bed for him. Your round breasts proudly on display with your hardened nipples, while your cunt dripped from the first orgasm. However, he wasn’t entirely satisfied. He needed to test your limits, to make you scream in a way he knew you shouldn't.

And one way William knew to elicit uncontrollable moans from you was with his fingers. Tracing them up your slick folds, he explored your wetness with his two thick digits, feeling your thighs clench whenever he briefly brushed over your clit, teasingly light. Then, playing with your entrance, he eased a finger inside, relishing the warmth of your core enveloping it before slipping in another. And as he stretched you, he felt your walls clench and pulsate with every pump.

William was nothing short of skilled with his fingers. Alone, they could bring you to climax, especially as he knew how to curl them just right. And curl them he did, finding your special spot inside and increasing his pace as he watched your body respond, twitching in pleasure.

"Oh…" a moan escaped your lips, and as it did, William only quickened his movements.

You had to bite down on your lip as he vigorously fingered your core, driving you closer and closer to the edge. And soon, you found yourself gasping for air and tugging at the cuffs above your head, as your voice was caught in your throat.

"Will…" you cried out in a soft whisper, and he knew you were nearing the peak, your slick walls providing undeniable evidence.

It was almost too overwhelming for you as his hand pumped faster and faster, driving you inexorably toward another climax. And before long, you found yourself rolling your eyes once more as he propelled you over the edge, your toes curling and a wave of ecstasy coursing through your body. But this time, it felt different, almost as if you were about to lose control and pee yourself; your lower stomach swirling as your cunt clenched, releasing a rush of fluid.

And for William, making you squirt was nothing but a triumph. His hand was drenched in your essence as he watched you gasp for air, your body arching in a graceful curve, lost in a blissful haze.

You were so incredibly hot. And while he had secretly hoped to coax a louder moan from you, he couldn't help but feel amused with your continued silence.

But that only spurred him on further. As he admired the sizeable wet patch beneath you, he gently retreated how fingers, before he stepped back from the bed and lowered his boxers, revealing his throbbing cock, eager for attention and pleasure.

William wasn't finished yet. He had only brought you to climax twice so far, and he knew that once he entered you, he wouldn't last long.

So instead, he swiftly spun you around and positioned you on your stomach before straddling your thighs. "Hmm... you're being so good, baby... let's see how much you can take."

Your lungs begged for more air as William playfully spread your cheeks apart, allowing a long string of saliva to drip down between them. The gasp that escaped you stole your breath once more, and you tried your best to relax as his thumb gently rubbed over your anus, but as he applied slight pressure, a small whimper escaped you.

"Willy..." you whispered.

"Are you giving up, baby?" he inquired with a soft chuckle, but you shook your head.

"Mmm... no... It's good," you softly replied, turning your head slightly so he could see your small smile. And with your encouragement, William continued to push his thumb inside, as you focused on controlling your breathing.

It didn't hurt, but it felt unlike anything else. Despite having experienced more than just his thumb before, it still took some time to acclimate to the sensation. Yet, you felt a pleasurable sensation as he moved his finger in and out, careful not to cause you any pain.

"Can you handle more?" he inquired with a rough, curious tone. And with another deep breath, you replied softly, "Yes."

William fought the urge to plunge his cock into your tight hole immediately, recalling the intense pleasure it had brought him during your last anal encounter. Instead, he positioned himself at your entrance while maintaining his fingers inside you.

Then as he slowly eased his length inside, you were on the verge of letting out a loud moan, yet you managed to suppress it. The pleasure was overwhelming, but what truly tortured you was William's deliberate pace. The way he slowly glided his shaft in and out of your wet cunt left you yearning for more. However, you also knew that giving in to hard, fast thrusts would result in both of you losing control too soon.

"Please…" you cried into the sheets beneath you, your tears adding to the already soaked fabric.

"Please what?" William's voice was rough with desire.

"Please, more…" you whimpered, your plea driving him to give you exactly what you desired.

And with a satisfied grin, William carefully removed his thumb from your tight entrance and pulled his cock back slightly, before shifting position, where he lifted your ass up into the air and caressed it gently before thrusting his length back inside your wet core.

It felt almost too easy. Your cunt was a welcoming pool for William to dive into, and it was all because of him. And as he settled into a fast-paced rhythm, he slammed his hips against your ass, hitting your deepest depths with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Oh. Shit.” You muttered under your breath, still trying not to make any loud noises while William was vigorously pounding into you, however, as he kept up the rough pace, you couldn’t restrain yourself. The was his cock overstimulated every inch your walls, hitting deepest, sensitive spot had another intense orgasm forming, and your mind completely turning into something blurry. You were nothing but a crying mess, submitted to your master as he used your body.

William’s grip on your hips was firm, his fingers digging into your skin as he thrust into you with increasing urgency. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath, his motions becoming rapid and rough as he drove you both closer to the climax. And determined to push you both over the edge, William made his final move, retracting his hand from your hip before delivering a firm spank to your ass cheek.

The sharp sting elicited a loud moan from you, signalling the end of the game. And with the barrier broken, there was no holding back. "Oh fuck, Willy!" you exclaimed, your voice echoing with a string of loud curse words as your bodies collided with each thrust.

Encouraged by your response, William huskily urged you on. "That’s it, babe, scream my fucking name," he growled, punctuating his words with another hard spank as he continued to thrust into you.

And then the final orgasm finally washed over you, causing you to throw your head back and release a loud cry of pleasure. It was as if all the tension and restraint you had been holding back was finally unleashed, leaving you breathless and seeing stars.

The intensity of the experience left you in a euphoric state, your muscles tightening around William’s cock as he, too, succumbed to the blissful high of release.

Growling under his breath, William released his fluids into your depths, continuing to thrust as he rode out both of your climaxes and emptied himself completely. Sweat coated his toned figure, and as he finally ceased his movements, he paused to catch his breath.

“Shit…” he muttered, the intensity of the experience lingering in the air, the room thick with sexual smells and the lingering effects of endorphins.

You could barely muster the energy to open your eyes as William remained inside you, your walls pulsating as they tried to calm from the overstimulation. And when he eventually slowly withdrew his sensitive length, you collapsed onto the mattress, your body feeling completely spent and surrendered.

“Ew…” you whined with a chuckle.

“What?” William asked, sitting back on his heels as he watched you roll over onto your back, revealing the sizeable wet patch on the sheets and the rubbed-off makeup on your pillowcase, clear evidence of your passionate encounter.

“I think we need to change the sheets…” you said with a laugh, meeting William’s gaze in a post-coital haze.

With a nod and a chuckle of his own, William agreed. “Guess mission accomplished,” he said lightly, before leaning over your body to undo the handcuffs, freeing your arms once again.

It was a blissful moment of passionate sex, filled with raw desire for each other, as you both regained the strength to clean yourselves up and attend to the mess you’d created before settling in for the night. Both of you couldn’t suppress your satisfied laughter, but then suddenly, you halted.

“Oh, shit,” you exclaimed as you remembered something. “The spare sheets are in the guest room… where Alex is,” you explained to William, knowing he likely hadn't realised.

But, ever so charming, William simply chuckled. “I’ll go and get them,” he said, before slipping on his boxers and leaving you alone.

And after just a few more seconds, you heard Alex’s voice echo. “Can the two of you seriously never keep your hands off each other? I was right in here!”

His words caused your cheeks to flush a little, yet a satisfied smirk remained on your lips. And as William returned with the fresh, clean sheets, your expression showed a hint of concern for his younger brother. But quickly, William eased your concerns. “Don’t worry… he had his headphones in.”

As you and William exchanged a knowing glance, a sense of shared amusement danced between you. It was a typical scenario in your household, one where passion often spilled over, sometimes to the inconvenience of others.

And with the sheets changed and the evidence of your earlier activities tucked away, you both settled back into bed, the weight of the day's excitement finally catching up to you. Entwined in each other's arms, you basked in the comforting warmth of your shared love.

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peachdues · 8 months

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prompt: "look at me. there you are, pretty girl. keep your eyes on me, yeah?" or "please, please let me come inside, please" w/ sanemi pls and thx 👉👈

congrats on the milestone as well! you deserve it!

Thank you, my darling!

One, piping hot, filthy Sanemi Drabble, coming up!

Peach’s 2k Milestone Event

CW: MDNI • Explicit sexual content • Mirror-fucking • Slightly dom!Sanemi

It was hard to remember you were still on this planet when Sanemi’s cock was inside of you.

Though, your boyfriend seemed in no rush to remind you that you were in fact, on earth; not when he had you bent over his bathroom counter, breasts smushed against the cold marble, as he pounded savagely into you from behind, the knee he had pressed up on the cool surface guaranteed to be bruised by the time you were finished, given how much it ground against the hard stone with every brutal slap of his hips against your ass.

I want you to see how fucking beautiful you are when I’m fucking you, he’d growled in your ear as he’d hauled you into the bathroom, the dark green teddy you’d worn for his birthday a long-forgotten memory as it lay uselessly in the corner, having been worn by you for all of five minutes before he’d torn the measly lace from your body as if it were tissue paper. That would be the best fuckin’ gift for me, baby.

So really, it was his fault that your eyes were helplessly glued to the back of your skull, mouth open as no sound but the occasional, strangled grunt managed to eke from your throat as Sanemi rammed you back against his thick, demanding length, over and over again, his groin thoroughly covered in your slick, sticky pleasure as your third orgasm threatened to break you apart for good.

You felt the familiar tug of your climax coil in the pit of your stomach, this one promising to be the most powerful and most consuming one of the night, given the way your thighs shook and trembled beneath your weight. But you were far too lost in the throes of your pleasure to remember the birthday boy’s searing command the moment before he’d sheathed himself into your demanding heat.

Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. Only on me.

Sanemi wrenched the arm he had pinned around your back tighter as he began wildly thrusting into you, his own release approaching quickly. You moaned, helplessly pushing your hips back against him as your head fell toward to rest on the forearm you had braced against the counter, your fingers clenching tight in time with each spasm of your aching cunt.

“Y/N,” Sanemi grunted in between the loud, wet slaps of his hips against yours as his cock ruthlessly dragged in and out of your syrupy heat. “Y/N.”

But you did not answer — could not, because you were barely holding onto the last vestiges of your sanity at the way Sanemi kept hitting that spot deep within your walls — the one that had you seeing stars.

A warm, strong hand slid from its bruising grip on your hip up your back until it came to rest on the back of your head. Firm, but gentle fingers wound into the strands of your hair and pulled your head back off your arm, arcing your neck back.

The hand in your hair relaxed in favor of coming to rest against your throat, fingers squeezing lightly at the sides of your neck. “Y/N, look at me.”

The hand that had pinned your arm released it in favor of snaking around your front and in between your thighs, dipping right between your folds until it found your aching, sensitive bead.

A strangled cry tore from your throat as Sanemi pinched your clit sharply between his index finger and thumb. Your eyes flew open and clashed with his reflected in the mirror, those sinful lilac eyes two shades darker than normal, as a devilish smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“There you are, pretty girl,” he cooed, and his fingers began to circle soothingly around your throbbing, pulsing clit. His chest pressed down against your back, mashing you tighter into the counter as you strained to keep your head up. “Eyes on me, yeah?”

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just-jordie-things · 11 months

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Hi! Can I request number 68 of the kiss prompt with Inumaki?

fuuuuck yeah good choice

68: A Hoarse Whisper "Kiss Me" ___

toge had known for a while now that his affectionate feelings for you were returned. from the way your eyes would meet from across the room, lingering a little longer than necessary before you'd share a smile and turn your attention back to whatever you were doing. or how your hand would brush against his and you'd shyly pull it away, the blush on your cheeks unavoidable.

even in the simple things your feelings were made clear, like how you'd always choose him to be your partner for projects, or training. you always sat beside him during lunch, or movie night, or in the car, and every time you'd plop your body right beside his, you'd give him that same starry-eyed smile. a sweet, silent greeting and display of your happiness to be beside him before you'd bid him good morning or hello, toge or dive right into whatever hyper fixation you were going to babble on about today, just last week it was i don't think i'll ever get over pomegranate boba.

but it seemed it was hard to get you to fully give into the affections you shared. toge had done his best, with what limited speech he had, to convince you that he shared the same romantic feelings you had. he'd push your hair behind your ear when it got in your face, he'd hug you just a few seconds longer than anyone else when returning from missions, he never shied away from your gaze, he'd text you when you looked pretty- which was often- and he'd even drawn little hearts on your hand while you were busy reading and he was bored.

and while you'd blush and giggle and your dimples would shine through when you smiled at him, you always seemed to bite your tongue. and he just couldn't have that. he needed you to know how deeply he cared about you, how badly he wanted you to be completely his.

so he took matters into his own hands and decided he would just have to pull it out of you another way.

you're walking together on a path in the woods where he knows your peers won't show up to bother you, and he decides then that this is the perfect opportunity.

and even though you're deep in conversation about your anxieties for the upcoming exchange event, his hand grasps onto yours, stopping you both in the middle of your walk, and the middle of your conversation.

he loves so much that you're able to talk with him like no one else. you not only understood him, but you seemed to pick up on his every thought and the flow of conversation never felt odd to either of you.

(unless of course he was trying to express his undying love for you, then it felt tricky. salmon salmon just didn't do the trick)

at first you seem concerned, your hand squeezing his as you study his face carefully, assuming something was wrong. but you find that he's smiling at you, and his fingers interlock between yours. you happily accept the action, blushing as his thumb strokes over the back of yours, but you're still confused at the abrupt action.

"what is it?" you ask, giggling nervously as you struggle to hold eye contact with him.

in the sunlight, his eyes appear to be the prettiest shade of purple, like wild lilac. it's easy to get lost in them.

he grins at you, flashing pearly whites as he draws you closer with a gentle but quick tug of his hand. you almost stumble, but plant your feet firmly in front of him. you're trying to fight off a rush of giggles now, your heartbeat picking up in pace and unleashing butterflies in your stomach that must be tickling you because the will to laugh is so strong you have to bite down on your lip to keep yourself from doing it.

you watch him closely, trying to decipher what he's trying to tell you with those eyes, but you're lost.

with his free hand, he hooks a finger under your chin, and now your heart is dropping with anticipation and your nervous giggles aren't to be heard.

instinctively, your eyes fall to his lips, still smiling, the marks on his face aligning with his dimples adorably. if you weren't frozen in shock you might have gently prodded your finger against one.

toge's fingers travel from your chin, skimming your jaw until he delicately traces the pad of his index finger over the seam of your lips. you're careful to remain perfectly still as he does this. you don't know what brought him to give into such an impulsive thought, but you wouldn't complain.

as his touch drags over the plushness of your lower lip and back to your chin, he whispers in a low, scratchy voice, "kiss me"

you've never felt the effects of toge's cursed speech before, and if you're being honest with yourself, as you close the space between you and slot your lips over his gently, you're not sure you're experiencing the command of his cursed technique now.

you've been told that being taken over by his voice is an abrasive feeling. that the command takes hold of our mind in such a way that everything is a haze, your will no longer your own. the sensation of being the victim of cursed speech is meant to be unpleasant, and even dizzying at times.

but it feels as though you move on your own accord, and the only dizziness and haze you feel are the welcomed cloudiness that the soft feeling of his lips and the light but musky smell of his cologne provide. everything about him wafts over your senses before flooding them completely.

you're not sure if his cursed speech had taken it's hold on you or if this was your own free will.

but you come to the conclusion that if he didn't have the cursed technique he did, and he'd still asked you to kiss him, you would have.

your hands are gentle as they lay against his jaw, and your lips are soft as you bestow him kiss after kiss, each one sweeter than the last, each one strengthening his newfound addiction to kissing you.

eventually the two of you are giggling between yourselves too much to continue, but even when you part you don't go very far. you simply hold onto one another, and bask in each other's happy glow.

"doesn't that hurt?" you murmur with concern, your fingers gently tracing over the column of his throat. "next time just signal me, or something, okay?"

toge shakes his head, easing your worry, before speaking anyways.

"kiss me again" ___

xoxo ~ jordie

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byuntrash101 · 1 year

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Partition

reader x dom!mingi ft. jongho

smut | nsfw | mdni

husband!mingi,he's obessessed with you, nipple play, hint of body worship if u squint, praising, exhibitionism, voyeurism, cameo!jongho, marking, pet names, orgasm control, size kink, fingering with rings on, hand kink, im obessesed with his hands just leave me alone

requested | part of my 2023 prompt event [closed]

finally back from a long business trip your husband takes you to a very nice date to celebrate. but after so long apart you are not sure you can keep your hands to yourself on your way to the restaurant

[❛i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.❜]

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Inspired by Partition by Beyoncé

Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up

We ain't even gonna make it to this club

Being married to Song Mingi, the extremely successful music producer, came with a price. And that price was time. Mingi’s time was a rare resource and extremely valuable. One day working with the Weeknd on his next album, the next day negotiating to sign with Beyonce. He was always traveling and working.

But despite all of that your husband always made sure you were his top priority and that you knew about it. Whether he would take you around the world with him and catch a nice vacation for the both of you after an intense business trip or he would make sure to take you out to a very nice date on his return.

This time it was the latter. Mingi had been gone for a while. He had to postpone the flight back to Korea a couple of times to get the job done in LA. But finally that was out of the way and he was back to you.

The timing was so tight that it was to the point where he didn’t have time to come home before the date and was just going to pick you up with his chauffeur. He didn't tell you where you were going but he said “to be prepared to be blown away”.

And coming from him that meant a lot. Mingi liked nice things and he always opted for the very best regardless of the price. So knowing that about him you knew the occasion will be anything but modest.

You opted for a lilac designer night gown, with a delicately beaded corsage that complimented your neckline, dipping just low enough. The bottom of the dress was flowy, a gradient color from lilac color to a nude. The material was flowy with light feathers and mesh. It was gorgeous and grandiose. Like the promise of this night finally reunited with your husband.

Your make up was along the line of the dress. Nude with some pop of color on the lids and on the lips. Noticeable but elegant.

When the doorbell rang you felt your stomach tighten. You were nervous. After all these years he still made your guts stir with anticipation. There’s no denying you’re head over hills for this man.

You run to the entryway, grabbing your clutch on the way and open the big mansion door.

When you look up at him you see him as dashing as ever. Cladded in a haute couture black tuxedo. Long ash blonde hair slicked back, just a single strand curved on his forehead. He looked dapper. He held out his hand for you to climb down the front steps to his arm, making sure not to injure yourself with your stiletto heels.

“You’re absolutely stunning," he said, kissing you softly on the lips, his mouth being pulled in the signature half smile that you loved so much.

He opened the door of the limo for you and helped you get in with the dress, setting you in comfortably.

The chauffeur did the same to him and took place behind the wheel.

Mingi gave him instructions on the destination. Your husband was used to bossing people around and it put you in a different mood to hear his stern voice.

You couldn’t help but to want him to boss you too. It was your turn and you couldn't stand one more second of him giving his attention to anybody other than you.

So you let your hand rest on his knee. At first he makes nothing of it and continues to guide the chauffeur around the traffic jam. So you let your hands glide up his thick muscular thigh all the way to his crotch. When your pinky brushes against his sensitive area you stop.

“What are you doing?” Mingi interrupts himself to look at you. Even though it’s a question it’s rhetorical because he knows damn well what you are doing.

“Kiss me” you answered in a feverish tone.

Mingi obliged when you pulled him by his tie. His huge frame towering over you as you felt miniscule, vulnerable and turned on. Your hands started to roam his body through his attire first the thighs then the abs then when you were about to reach his growing bulge he caught your hand.

“Shouldn’t we eat before we get to the dessert?” he lightly chuckles at your enthusiasm. You sighed deeply, visibly annoyed.

What a joykill.

“Fine!” you pouted, sitting yourself back. “But I'm not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know.” you added in a slightly teasing tone.

Mingi’s expression instantly changed. From the light hearted chuckles to the cold and serious eyes that held so much power over you. The turn in his behavior and in his aura was obvious. From loving husband to sex deprived pervert.

He started to wrestle with your dress, lifting it up to testify of the truth of your statement and you squealed in surprise when you found yourself exposed like that without a heads up. Your husband let go of the flowy fabric, hiding your intimacy again behind the numerous linings and looked at you in disbelief.

“You are actually serious”

“Of course I am” you bite back hurriedly flattening the material back in place.

“Fuck baby” Mingi burried his face in the crook of your neck, his deep voice merely a low rumble soaked with lust hitting you right in the chest, tightening your stomach in knots of anticipation. You knew this tone and what it meant.

“I was trying…” he started to kiss your neck going up to your ear. “was trying so fucking hard to behave.” He licked around your ear, wet sounds bouncing back on the low ceiling of the limo, making your arousal leak through the unguarded designer dress.

“Trying to be a good husband, not devouring you the second I laid eyes on you” his hand dug into your waist pulling you closer to him. “But I can’t fucking win with you, can I?” he growled, unexpectedly biting your earlobe.

You were absolutely feral for him. After being separated for such a longtime the only thing you wanted was to be his. His cedarwood and orange blossom cologne was making you dizzy. Hypnotized by his deep voice. Controlled by his big hands.

He started to push your thin straps to the side. But as your chest was about to finally reveal itself to Mingi’s hungry gaze you stopped him.

“Shouldn’t we roll up the partition?” you asked, throwing one worried glance at the chauffeur that seemed a little too focussed on the road to be genuine.

“Don’t worry I pay Jongho well enough for him to keep his mouth shut. Isn’t that right Jongho?”

“It is, Sir” the chauffeur politely responded, expressionless eyes, diligently glued to the road.

“See?” Mingi returned with a sly smirk “Plus you know how much I love showing you off” he tipped your strap over your shoulder, revealing one of your breasts. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and knowing you were potentially being watched didn’t help one bit but somehow it felt thrilling.

Your husband pushed the other strap and soon your chest was on full display for him.

“So fucking perfect for me” he whispered immediately diving in and tasting your fiery skin on his wet tongue.

His mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, teasing it, biting it and sucking it while his hand was fondling and pinching the other. Until they reached full hardness.

You whined at his every touch, barely containing yourself to beg for more, to beg for him.

“Fuck baby show it to me again” he breathed out he as prompt his chin to the dress.

You had a glance to Jongho, still as calm and focused as a meditating monk. And you lifted the dress once again.

Mingi’s jaw dropped in awe. He always considered you as one of the seven wonders of the world. But each time he looked at you it seemed like somehow you got even more perfect.

He brought his hand to gently pull your lips apart. Uncovering the unholy and glistening mess you managed to make in such a short time.

“You’re so fucking wet for me” he sighed, biting down his bottom lip, your shimering folds putting a spell on him.

“Please Mingi” you squirmed. “Please, I want you.”

“Good girl, asking so nicely… Just can’t say no to you”

His thumb circled over your clit, drawing a light gasp out of you. Slow and steady circles only making you gush even more. Mingi slipped one finger inside and you felt like you were melting at the end of his fingers, nails digging in the expensive leather of the limo. Your stilettos barely hanging to your toes.

“Yessss” you whined, finally getting what you’ve been craving for weeks.

“You’re sucking me in so well baby” Mingi praised before slipping a second finger in. You felt the warm metal of his wedding ring entering you and whined louder.

“Please…faster” you asked, short of breath, your mind getting hazy.

“Of course, my princess”

He curled his fingers right into your sweet spot, circling it a couple of times before pumping in and out of you.

His big hands were experts at making you come undone for him, ravaging you in the most pleasant of ways. He knew you like the back of his hand and you couldn't help but to shamelessly moan and every thrust of his wrist.

“That's it baby. We want to hear you squeal” his lustful voice whispered.

We?

You glanced over at the chauffeur again and this time you could have sworn you made eye contact in the rearview mirror while his face was briefly shone under the pacing street lights but… did you imagine that?

“Hmmm baby” Mingi smacked his lips. “You really like giving a good show, huh?” Mingi smirked as he felt you becoming tighter. “Such a good girl for me.” He pumped in and out at a faster pace. A pace that he knew would end you. But since he hadn’t uttered the magic words yet you held it in.

It took everything you had to not cum on the spot. You tried to not think about your husband's lustful eyebrow raises and lip bites, about the unholy squelching wet sounds your wet cunt was producing, about the wandering eyes of Jongho in the front seat. You tried so hard but you were on the verge of exploding.

“Pleaseee” you desperately begged as a last cry for help, a last hopeless request for your release.

“Go ahead my princess” Mingi whispered, administering the fatal blow as his thumb went back to drawing fast circles on your hyper sensitive clit while finger fucking you into oblivion.

“Cum. Now.” his stern low voice ordered.

You instantly came undone. Your pussy gripping around your husband’s beautiful long fingers, stretching you to perfection. Your nectar flowing out of your like a river as you cried out in bliss, throwing your head back on the head rest, eyes rolling back into your skull with fatal joy.

Mingi gradually slowed down, allowing you to come off your high before pulling his digits out of you. You crashed your lips on his not caring about the state of your lipstick and started to fidget with the buttons of his vest but he started to chuckles into the kiss.

“Babe, we’re here” he said, pushing his messy hair back.

“What already?” you pouted in disappointment.

“We’ve been in the car for almost 45 minutes” your husband chuckled again.

“But I…”

“Let’s go baby or they might give our table away… Let's eat and on the way back I'll let you return the favor. How about that?” your eyes darted to his constricted bulge, lips burning at the idea of tasting him.

“Find a parking spot and wait for us, Jongho… I have a feeling we won’t be long”

“Yes, Sir”

A/N: oof sorry for taking so long to update! my first mingi smut did you like it?? leave a comment or drop by my asks. feedback is always appreciated <3

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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Birthday Morning

okay so i really wasn't going to write anything but then i got this idea and i could not resist soooo that's why i'm so late, very sorry, and it's technically the 29th

Summary: Spencer's birthday is always a big deal

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Smut and Fluff)

Content Warning: pretty tame p n v smut

Word Count: 2.0k

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Spencer's birthday never was a big deal as a kid. When he was little, it was another reminder that no one wanted to be his friend, and, once his dad left, it went forgotten by his mom, which he never reminded her about because he couldn't stand the guilt of her feeling bad she forgot it.

Things were different now. Y/n had been making sure his birthday was a big event for 11 years, 2 years more than they'd been married.

This birthday, despite not being a milestone number and the constant chaos of life with three kids, Y/n was determined to make it as special as always.

Usually, Spencer is up first, but since he doesn't have to be at work and the girls don't have to be at school, there is no alarm.

Instead, he wakes up to her in his arms, kissing all over his face. It always makes the newly cooling mornings of late October better.

"Happy birthday." She whispers excitedly, leaning back to look at him.

"Thank you." He replies, finally kissing her lips. It was only meant to be simple, but she purposefully deepens it, tracing her tongue over his bottom lip while she buries her fingers in his curls to pull his face closer.

Before he can roll over on top of her and get down to business like they usually do, she stops him, breaking their kiss. "Sit up against the headboard, baby." She requests.

Spencer complies, quickly shuffling up since he's smart enough to figure out what she's playing at. She climbs onto his lap before her lips are back on his.

Taking advantage of the oversize t-shirt (of his) that she's wearing, Spencer's fingertips walk up her skin from her hips, pushing the fabric with them.

Her skin is hot under his touch, and she's already getting needy, but his hands stop when they reach more fabric where she's normally bare.

Y/n pulls back with a smile, pulling the t-shirt over her head and leaving her figure dressed in just the most recent addition to her wardrobe. His first gift of many.

It's lilac lingerie that he's never seen before. Intricate floral-patterned lace details over the cups of the bra and panties with a suspender belt accentuating the curve of her waist.

He could stare at her all day, regardless of what she's wearing but the new purchase makes his brain stop working like he can't figure out if he wants to take a photo or rip it off her.

"Don't destroy it." She requests, slyly grinning at his reaction, leaning in to kiss him.

"Destroy it?" He repeats, tilting his head up to look at her. "I'm going to frame it."

She giggles before leaning so she can whisper into his ear and have him break out in goosebumps. "You know what I'm going to do?" She asks. He just shakes his head. Even though he could probably guess, he's not going to risk her pulling away while he has a perfect view of her ass. "Riding you just the way you like it. And then tonight..." Her hands move while she speaks, one palm flat against his lower stomach. "When we have a little more time." Her other hand rests against his inner thigh, fingertips just short of touching him where he needs it. "We can do that thing."

He moans just from hearing that, throwing his head backward and allowing her total access to kiss down his neck. She does so the way he likes it, sloppily, with wet kisses and sucked marks.

"Y/n." He groans, his voice lowering as he tries to get her to go faster. She drags it out, ultimately for his pleasure, and keeps a slow descent with carefully placed marks along his warm skin until she can't go any further without moving off his lap.

"Touch me, Spence." Her prompt reminds him he hasn't dared to move his hands, too enamored by her every move.

The cups are sheer, and he sees now how turned on she is by her hardened nipples. He thumbs them over the material, noticing her grinding more against his lap as she gets more turned on.

"I have to take this off." He realizes aloud, distraught tone. It's the worst thing that's happened to him all day and on his birthday? Not fair.

She fixes the issue she anticipated them facing. "I took pictures." She assures him. "Lots. Or you could, you know, frame it?"

"I might." He decides, happily leaning back while she takes it off. She's not going to tell him, but there's another set waiting for tonight. "You're so gorgeous." He praises her, stopping her from taking off the panties.

"You are," Y/n counters, sitting up on her knees so she can pull his sweatpants down. She palms over his hardened length in his boxers before he pushes her up so she can take them off. She pumps his cock up and down, heavy in her palm, before repeating her words in a different sense. "So gorgeous."

He pants out a breath. "Come on. It's been too long." He begs, despite the fact it's been less than 48 hours, which he knows is well above average.

She obliges with a giggle, pulling her panties to the side while she sinks down onto him. It's a fullness like no other, nothing has ever or will ever compare to feeling Spencer so deeply inside her.

That's what he loves the most, the fact he's the only one who will ever get to be in her now, and he accentuates it by sucking a mark of his own into her neck. "So fucking tight." He groans, holding her waist.

"So big." She replies, resting her arms on his shoulders as an anchor and so she can play with the curls at the nape of his neck.

It's heaven getting to be inside her velvety walls, but his pleasure only amplifies when she starts moving, grinding her hips up and down to start with.

After she gets adjusted, Spencer takes control, using his grip on her waist to pull her up and down. "Fuck." She moans against his ear, trying to keep it quiet so they don't wake anyone else up.

"You're so perfect." He mumbles, shifting his hips so she sinks even deeper down, making them both groan. Her skin keeps growing hotter as his grip tightens, both of them working in unison to bring each other to orgasm.

She falls further forward into his chest, lips grazing his as they keep their faces close while her movements get sloppier. Spencer knows what she needs, and he takes one hand off her so he can draw circles on her clit.

"Spence." She moans his name out again right against his lips before the rest of the words get caught in her throat.

"I know." He replies. "Cum on my cock."

That's all it takes for her to cum, a few dirty words from her husband with quick, deep thrusts, and she tightens around his cock even more. Spencer's climax is soon after that, and he cums inside her while she's completely seated in his lap.

He holds her tightly to his body while they come down from it. "That was the best wake-up present I could imagine." He tells her.

She laughs, moving off his lap with a little wince from both of them and sitting beside him. "You're welcome."

Spencer kisses her again, one clothed-mouth kiss after another. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She says, moving to climb out of bed. "I'm going to dress, and see if the girls are up, so you should probably put some pants on." She recommends, flashing him a wink before walking into the closet.

The girls, she discovers and expects, are up. Matilda and Mabel are finishing their coloring on Spencer's cards. "I'm going to get Kenzie but you guys can get the gifts if you want." She instructs the 5 and 7-year-old who race off to the hiding place.

10-month-old McKenzie is standing holding the crib bars when Y/n walks in and her face immediately lights up at seeing her mom.

"Hi, sweet baby." She says, picking her up. "Wanna go see dad?" A little squeal of glee comes from the baby once she understands who they're going to see.

The two older girls manage to carry the gifts into the room, and Spencer is happily waiting in bed for them. They drop the gifts on the end of the bed, climbing up to attack him with hugs.

"Happy birthday, daddy." They squeal, tightly hugging him. McKenzie squirms in Y/n's arms, reaching out for her dad and feeding off her sister's excitement. Spencer easily accepts their baby, the five of them cuddling when Y/n sits back on her side.

It doesn't last long with the little attention spans of their little kids. "Daddy, open the gifts," Matilda says, turning back to pick up one wrapped in hot pink. "This is what I chose." She informs him handing it to him.

Mabel picks up the one she picked for him, giving it to him. "Here's mine."

"Thank you both," Spencer tells them, kissing both of them on the forehead. They watch with wide, excited brown eyes for his reaction.

He opens Matilda's first, taking out the pink notebook with dinosaurs on it and a dictionary. He's a little confused, looking at Y/n with an expression only she can interpret as he plays along for the girls. "I love them, Tillie."

"It's a book so you can write us more stories." She clarifies. It's something Spencer started doing to relax when he first went back to the BAU after she was born. "With little pictures, too, please."

"Why a dictionary?" He asks.

"So you'll know all the words ever, duh." She replies sassily.

Spencer laughs at that. "I bet that was mommy's idea, huh?" He asks since she has been telling him the exact same thing since they met.

Y/n hits him on the shoulder. "Was not." She claims, but Matilda's selling her out with a nod.

He opens Mabel's next, wrapped in green, and he's confused again when he sees a dishtowel. "Because you couldn't find one when you spilled your coffee," Mabel explains to him.

"You're very thoughtful. Belle." He says. "Thank you both so much. This is the best birthday ever." His statements earn grins of admiration from both of them.

"You're not done," Y/n tells him, picking the other two gifts up. She hands one of them to him. "This is from Kenz."

She's unaware of what the gift is and what's going on, but Spencer kisses her too. "Thank you, sweet baby." He opens it, laughing and looking at Y/n when he sees the pumpkin-flavored baby food pouches.

"Since you're always eating hers," Y/n says, nudging him on the shoulder.

"I can't help that they're so delicious." Spencer shrugs, unashamed.

She reaches into her nightstand to grab the final gift, handing it to him. "One more."

"I thought I got your gift this morning?" He jokes subtly enough the girls won't understand. "You're kidding?" He asks when he opens the jewelry case and sees what's in it.

Y/n shakes her head, hoping his reaction is a positive one. "Do you like it?"

"I love it." He quickly replies, excitedly kissing her. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." She says. "I figure after your watch strap broke, you might as well finally get a Rolex. Plus, you can go as Hotch for Halloween now."

He giggles at that, still marveling at the stunning piece of jewelry. "Thank you all so much." He says again, wrapping them all up in another family hug.

"You wanna show him your cards?" Y/n asks, resting her head on Spencer's shoulder. The girls pick them up, sitting on each side of him while McKenzie sits in his lap so they can explain their drawings to everyone.

He feels totally complete like he's finally at a point where his life is exactly how he used to dream it would be. He places a kiss on Y/n's forehead and he's slightly teary-eyed when she looks at him. "Thank you." He repeats but it's for more than just the watch worth thousands of dollars and the perfectly chosen gifts from their daughters.

"You're welcome." She replies, wrapping her arms tighter around him so he knows she means it.

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yanderes-galore · 2 months

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Sure! I just hope I get her character right, I did my research. A pairing was not given so the plot ended up platonic by accident. Hope the plot isn't too messy, I'm still new to learning ASOIAF. Prompt 32 was altered for plot :')

Prompt 15 Here

Expect spoilers for HOTD.

Yandere! Platonic! Rhaenys Targaryen Prompts 3, 32, 15

"You'll love me, even if we have to sit and wait for it to happen."

"With a little effort, these bleak walls will be a wonderful home for us!"

“You might not understand now but you will thank me later.”

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Rhaenys is having trouble coping with death, Kidnapping, Emotional manipulation, Isolation, Violence mentioned, Possible OOC Rhaenys, Forced companionship.

You sat in your given chambers listening to the sound of waves. You stare blankly at the stone walls of your prison, a chain clasped around your ankle. This is a bedroom... but you never consented to being a prisoner of The Blacks on Driftmark.

You are an avid supporter of The Greens. Before the civil war you were a noble from the House of Arryn who was friends with Rhaenyra and Alicent, which meant you were close to the Targaryens. However, when the war began to start, you sided with Alicent.

You had been watching Aegon II become the new king... only for the wall to bust down.

On dragon back sat Rhaenys on top of Meleys, the large red dragon roaring to announce her presence. Her reasoning for crashing the event was to show defiance, a starting event of the war due to Aegon's coronation. Yet... when Rhaenys saw you beside Alicent... she had a secondary goal.

Take you back to your rightful allies and family.

Perhaps Rhaenys felt she couldn't lose another close to her. That or maybe Rhaenyra ordered her to take you to The Blacks. Either way... you were then abducted on top of Meleys and sent to Driftmark.

You had met Rhaenys countless times. The Queen Who Never Was was her nicknamed title. You found her to be a respected woman... even becoming closer to her children due to Rhaenyra.

However... now you were trapped by said woman you used to respect. Her and her husband gave you your own room, but chains reminded you of what you really were. A prisoner on Driftmark... claimed by The Blacks.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard footsteps. Turning your head to the doorway you see Rhaenys knock before entering. Her lilac eyes softening upon seeing you.

Perhaps for a moment she remembers the joy you shared with Rhaenyra, Laena, and Laenor when you were young... although she is quickly reminded of how you sided with Alicent once she catches your glare.

"Your aggression is expected." Rhaenys sighs, watching as you pull the chain around your ankle. “You might not understand now but you will thank me later.”

"Traitor..." You whisper, Rhaenys giving you a clouded look for a moment.

"I'm not the traitor here." Rhaenys counters, walking closer. "It is you who cast aside the Velaryons and Targaryens when you sided with The Greens."

There's a long silence between the two of you, the tension increasing as Rhaenys turns her gaze to the stone walls. You don't look at her, however the woman still manages to be patient with you. After all... The Greens must of poured lies into your mind.

"Be as mad as you want, until you accept your place here that chain will be on your leg." Rhaenys is stern with her words, talking down to you. Even now she scolds you like long ago. "You belong with The Blacks... I'm sure Rhaenyra will be pleased to see I've taken you in."

At the mention of your old friend's name you grit your teeth. Rhaenys turns to you, her gaze becoming welcoming once again as she stands in front of you. She reaches out to move a strand of hair from your face, but you pull away.

"Even now you act as a child just like back then." She hums, before gesturing to the chambers you sat in. "With a little effort, these bleak walls will be a wonderful home for us."

"Us?" You ask, Rhaenys smiling warmly. Part of you feels guilt as old memories creeping in.

"Me and Corlys will be watching over you. Your home is with us here on Driftmark." Rhaenys coos, sitting beside you on the bed. You go to move away but she prevents you from moving with a harsh grip on your arm. "There's no need for running away, you will be well protected here. Meleys doesn't plan on letting The Greens touch you."

Rhaenys chuckles at what she said for a moment, noticing how you stopped struggling.

"Even if you did try to leave... we have dragons waiting."

"Why did you take me here?" You ask softly, Rhaenys looking at you with her lilac gaze again.

"Was I just supposed to leave you with Alicent?" Rhaenys tightens her grip for a moment before calming herself. "Admit it, your true home is with the Velaryons and The Blacks. I've known it since I saw you play with my children and niece. You belong here...."

Rhaenys notices you go into silence again. She pulls you into her side like a mother would. You want to fight her... but you really are a raven in a cage.

"You'll love me, even if we have to sit and wait for it to happen." Rhaenys declares, embracing you. You don't put up much of a struggle anymore. After all... what are you to do?

You have no dragon... The Blacks have many. You're stuck chained in a bedroom on Driftmark. You can't fight it...

Instead... you force yourself to go along with it... leaning into Rhaenys as she rubs your back.

Perhaps even silently hoping Rhaenyra will be merciful towards you when she sees you again.

#yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #yandere asoiaf #yandere rhaenys targaryen #yandere rhaenys velaryon #platonic yandere

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baflegacy · 2 months

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Welcome to Smosh Girlies Week! (March 24-31)

Since March is International Women’s Month and I’ve been wanting a way to gush about the female cast & crew of Smosh and the F/F ships in the fandom! So why not dedicate a week, right?

The event will run from March 24-31 and anyone and any kind of post (fan art, edit, fanfic, etc.) are welcome! I’ll be splitting the week into two ‘parts’: a general appreciation half and a half for the RPF stuff so anyone who wants to join in can either choose one ‘half’ or do both!

Rules + prompts will be posted under the cut! Good luck to all who will participate, and feel free to send an ask if you have any questions!

(Would like to also thank @zillaphoneswag & @lilac-hecox for doing Amangela Week and the Valentines Gift Exchange as they inspired me to do this!)

Rules:

Open to anyone in Smoshblr.

Any kind of post (art, edits, moodboards, writing, AUs, etc.) is welcome!

Smosh Girlies Week is for anyone who is/was at Smosh! So yes—that includes former and current cast/crew.

Multiple entries/posts in a single prompt are definitely welcome!

Since this week is also about boosting/highlighting the wlw side of smoshblr, lets focus on F/F ships for the RPF side of the week!

Please tag any work that is NSFW/18+

Make sure to tag your work as #smoshgirliesweek as well!

Don’t feel pressured to do all of the prompts, we’re here to have fun!

* Also, I know most of us here are very respectful people, so just a general warning: I ask that we only have this on Tumblr & AO3 (for the RPF side). Let’s not tag the cast in our fics and possibly make them uncomfortable.

Prompts:

General:

March 24: Cast and Crew! (Highlighting your fave or wanna gush about an underrated smosh girlie? Can do one or both! It’s all up to you!)

March 25: Smosh Dynamics! (Nows your chance to talk about your fav dynamic or a dynamic you think isn’t talked about enough!)

March 26: Favorite Character by a Smosh Girlie! (Sarah Christ? Katchem Poppy? Andromeda?)

March 27: Favorite Project they ‘Starred In’! (Courtney’s Funeral Roast Trailer? Angela in Starkid? You decide!)

RPF:

March 28: Inside the Smoffice Cinematic Universe (Office shenanigans, a workplace romance? The possibilities are endless!)

March 29: Alternate Universe (Medieval AU with Queen!Amanda? Superhero Team/Vigilante AU? Maybe even a universe based on a sketch/bit? Who knows!)

March 30: Found Family & Friendship (Let’s highlight the friendship & different dynamics within the female cast!)

March 31: Free Day! (Write about anything and everything!)

*Bonus Challenge: Try to write/make something about a different smosh ship every prompt during the RPF half of the week!

#smosh rpf #smosh girlies week

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thepromptfoundry · 2 months

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The prompt theme for April 2024 is April Flowers!

Grab your garden gloves, dig out your vases, and check out a book on Victorian flower language! (And click the list image for higher quaility while you're at it.)

If you use this list, please tag me here @thepromptfoundry, I’d love to see your writing and art!

Feel free to combine different days' prompts with each other, or combine them with other seasonal events! Use your OCs, your favorite characters from media, whatever tickles your fancy.

Respond to as many prompts as you want or as interest you, don’t worry about missing or skipping any. Remember, this is supposed to be fun!

If you have any questions or musings, check our FAQ, and if you don't find your answer, shoot me an ask.

Plain text list below the cut:

1 Daffodils Yellow and/or white Associated with springtime and good luck, white ones also associated with death

2 Roses Wide range of colours, including red, white, pink, yellow, orange, and combinations thereof Associated with various forms of love, romance, respect, apology, and congratulations

3 Wisteria Usually purple or blue, sometimes pink or white Associated with longevity and fortune

4 Bird of Paradise Orange or white Associated with freedom, faithfulness, and regality

5 Cherry Blossoms Pinks and/or white Also known by their Japanese name “sakura” Associated with springtime, love, femininity, and mindfulness

6 Sunflowers Usually yellow, sometimes with orange or red Associated with the sun, longevity, loyalty, vigor and vitality

7 Bleeding Hearts Pink or red with white, or white Associated with love, heartbreak, and compassion

8 Hydrangeas Range from blue through purple to pink, white, or green Associated with gratitude, unity, regality, good fortune, and love (particularly for pink blooms)

9 Gardenias White or cream Associated with trust, hope, peace, secret love, and the Greek god of dreams, Morpheus

10 Poppies Red or orange, or less often yellow, pink, white, or black Associated with sleep and death, peace (white), prosperity (yellow), oblivion and loss (black), remembrance of WWI (red)

11 Lilacs Purples, blue, or white Associated with lost love, new love, reflection, and tranquility

12 Coreopsis Colour range from yellow to deep red, often bi-coloured Associated with cheerfulness, gratitude, friendship, and happiness

13 Allium Most often purple or white; also burgundy, yellow, and orange Recognizable as garlic flowers Associated with patience, unity, courage, and protection (such as against vampires)

14 Bluebells A range of blues and purples, occasionally pink Associated with everlasting love, faeries, enchantment, and gratitude

15 Honeysuckle Yellow, white, pink, or red Associated with love, trust, playfulness, and respect

16 Geraniums Red, pink, or white Associated with affection, passion, clandestine meetings, purity (white), and foolishness

17 Morning Glory Blues and purples, pink, red, white, or yellow Associated with young love, unrequited love, renewal

18 Sweet Pea Extremely wide range of colours including pink, cream, red, purple, and blue, but not yellow Associated with farewells, brides, playfulness, and romance (especially red blooms)

19 Buttercups Yellow Associated with youth, playfulness, and happiness

20 Passion Flowers White with purple or blue Associated with strength, hope, care, and the crucifixion of Jesus

21 Hollyhocks Pink, white, red, yellow, or purple Associated with prosperity, privacy, ambition, abundance, congratulations, and encouragement

22 Echinacea Most often purple; also red, pink, orange, yellow, or white Associated with health, healing, wellness, happiness, and elegance

23 Lotuses Wide range of colors including pinks, purples, red, orange, yellow, blue, white, and black Associated with beauty, purity, spirituality and spiritual enlightenment, love (red), tranquility (blue), authority and power (black), and gentleness (pink)

24 Black-Eyed Susans Yellow or orange with a dark brown/black center Associated with friendship, optimism, resilience, and support

25 Hibiscus Wide range of colours and colour combinations, often including red, pink, yellow, and/or white Associated with Hawaii and other tropical areas, prosperity, womanhood and (feminine) sexuality, friendship, and love

26 Lavender Most often purples and blues, sometimes cream or pink Associated with calmness, tranqility, devotion, sleep and dreams, clarity of mind, and France

27 Wallflowers Wide range of colours including orange, yellow, red, pink, and purple, multiple colours of bloom may appear on one plant Associated with faithfulness between lovers, friendship, being overlooked, and shyness

28 Larkspur Purple, pink, blue, or white Associated with protection, dedication, first love, ambition, and respectability

29 Jasmine White or yellow Associated with purity, respect, sensuality, motherhood, devotion, and beauty

30 Dahlias Pink, white, purple, blue, red, and “black” (very dark red) Associated with grace, strength, resilience, commitment, femininity (pink), change (blue), and betrayal (black)

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acey-wacey · 4 days

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Hello! Can I request a sunflower with Silver?

I typically don't allow anons on events but this prompt was just too cute, I couldn't resist! Thank you so much for your support!

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Pairing - Silver x Reader

Prompt - Childhood Friends

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"Hello."

Silver blinked his eyes open to see a fuzzy figure hovering over him. He didn't even notice he had closed his eyes in the first place. And he was trying so hard to stay awake for the first day of primary school.

"Hi," the figure prodded. As Silver pawed at his groggy eyes, his vision cleared to reveal a child, about his age standing over him with a curious look. His head was propped up against the cubbies. He must have fallen asleep during reading time again.

"Hello," Silver responded, blinking at the person who had woken him up.

"You fell asleep during reading," you said, cocking your head at the sleepy boy with curiosity. "Don't worry though, I asked Miss Lilac so many questions so she would be too distracted to be mad at you."

He just stared blankly at you.

"It's lunch time now. Everybody else already left," you continued. "What's your name?"

"I'm Silver," Silver said through a tiny yawn. You plopped down in front of him cross-legged.

"I'm Y/N," you said and took your little backpack off your little shoulders. You unpacked your princess lunchbox while Silver watched inquisitively. When you looked back up at the boy in front of you, you furrowed your brows. "Don't you have a lunch?"

"Yeah," Silver mumbled quietly. "Why are you here if everybody's gone for lunch?"

"Miss Lilac always lets me stay in the classroom for lunch," you said as you began unpacking your sandwich, apple slices, oat bar, and baby carrots. A lunch fit for a little kid. "Nobody else wants to sit with me so it's more fun to just stay in here."

Silver stared at you for a moment before reaching for his own backpack.

"I'll sit next to you," he said with a small smile. You face immediately lit up.

"Really?" you exclaimed with glee. Before he could react, Silver was buried in a hug. You nuzzled your face into the side of his cheek with a smile. "You're my best friend now, Silver."

"I've never had a best friend before," Silver said plainly as you pulled away, back to your original criss-cross. "What do best friends do?"

"Weeeelll..." you dragged the word out for a long time. "They eat lunch together."

"We're already doing that."

"Yeah, that's why we're already best friends!" you almost yelled, so excited by the prospect of having a best friend that you forgot the manners your mom had taught you. "They also share a bunch of stuff."

You held up a couple of your apple slices to Silver.

"Here."

Silver took the apples and nibbled on them as he unpacked his own lunch which was a Tupperware full of something you couldn't identify.

"I would share some of my lunch with you but I don't think you can eat it," Silver said sheepishly.

"What do you mean?"

"My father made my lunch for me, but I don't think it's people food."

"Is your dad a person?" you asked. Silver had to think about it.

"I don't know. I'll ask him when I get home."

"Can I come with you?" you asked eagerly. Silver looked surprised.

"Come home with me?"

"Yeah!" you bounced up and down from your seat on the floor. "Best friends do that too! They go to each other's houses and they have playdates."

"Sure, if my father says yes."

"Yay!" It seemed like your excitement was bursting out of you. You could barely keep still but you wanted to keep sitting next to your new best friend. "Maybe we can get married at your house!"

"I don't think kids are allowed to get married," Silver said with a confused look. "It's only for grown-ups."

"Okay, then, when we're grown-ups, we have to have a playdate and get married."

"Okay!" Silver said, a smile on his face. "Pinky promise."

You broke out in a grin almost too big for your face.

"Pinky promise."

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #disneytw #silver twisted wonderland #silver twisted wonderland x reader #silver x reader #silver #nyx's solarium

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sixosix · 20 days

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hello!! this is my first time asking so forgive me if i do anything wrong.

so i just saw your event anddddd first of all, i just want to say congrats on 5k!!! and also happy birthdayy!! if its not a bother, can i participate in the event?? if so heres the prompt,

[lyney, earphones(the wired ones), fluff]

your thawed series really made me fall in love with the way you write lyney😭 and because of that, i want to read more of him from you!!

once again, congrats on 5k!!

a/n HELLO ANON!!! thank you so much + dont worry u sent an ask right! im so happy u like my characterization of lyney hehe hes just a silly guy…

info 500 words, short and sweet, modern college au

5K EVENT SPECIAL | EVENT MASTERLIST

Lynette texted you this morning saying that she had a fever.

Usually, this wouldn’t have been a problem. Get well soon! or an I’ll send you the notes later would be the end of the conversation. Then you’d go on with your day and miss her, but that would be it. That was supposed to be it.

But it was Lynette. And if she was involved—

“Hey.” Lilac eyes overtook your vision, shockingly close. You jumped back, and Lyney grinned. “Are you still texting my sister? I’m right here, you know.”

Lynette You’ll be fine

You LYHBEDTTE

Lynette He’s just Lyney

You EXACTLY WHY

This was a problem because you had been nursing the biggest crush on Lynette’s brother since you met her—and it’s been years. The color of his eyes, the softness of his hair, the crinkle of his eyes as he smiles—

“I’m telling her I wish she were here instead,” you said, hiding your screen from his sharp eyes.

Lyney wasn’t fazed at all. He matched your steps and easily walked alongside you, his lips stretched into a wide grin. He was so suspiciously happy today.

“Are we going to take the bus there?” Lyney asked, his arms still brushing against yours. His chin was tucked in his windbreaker, muffling his words a little. He looked a little red—did he have a fever as well?

“I guess so,” you said, dragging your gaze away from the sight. You could hear your heartbeat racing.

Lyney’s smile softened, then gestured at the bus stop bench. “It’s still early. Let’s sit over there.”

It was empty, yet when you sat at the far edge, Lyney still cozied up beside you. Seeking refuge, you hid your face further in the safety of your hoodie. This was bad. Lynette rarely got sick; this was your first time alone with Lyney, and you didn’t know how to act.

When you glanced at him, Lyney seemed content with the silence. You weren’t—you could hear the loud thumps of your chest, and soon enough, Lyney would notice it, too.

You pulled out your earphones and swiped to the highest volume possible, ear damage be damned. You were not going to survive today. You’re going to embarrass yourself and make a fool of your impressions, and Lyney would get weirded out and avoid you for the rest of his life.

Your throat made some sort of warbling deflated noise as music drowned out your heartbeat, but not your thoughts. Why was Lyney so warm? Even with layers of clothing, you could feel the heat of his skin, and it was driving you mad. You wanted nothing but to curl into it like a cat with sunlight. Why did Lynette have to get sick while you were still hopelessly infatuated with her brother?

Abruptly, Lyney’s head found its way to your shoulder. Stunned, you sucked in a breath, overwhelmed with all the sensations. Your five senses were being violated left and right—all you could see, hear, and touch was Lyney.

He reached his hand out expectantly. You made a noise of confusion, then belatedly realized what he was pointing at. Careful not to jostle him, you plucked an earphone and gently placed it in his ear. Lyney flinched.

“This is loud,” Lyney chuckled, but he didn’t ask you to mess with the volume. He laid back down with his weight and stayed there, unaware of how your face was a flaming mess.

Your eyes slipped to your lap, feeling shy. From this angle, it was hard to tell what Lyney was looking at, but you could feel his smile. It could be Lyney’s unnaturally warm body heat or your burning embarrassment, but— maybe you were starting to feel feverish as well.

Lyney snuggled closer. You sighed and resigned yourself to a long day.

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imagineredwood · 4 months

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"Enjoying the fruit?"

Pairing: Yandere!Miguel Galindo x female reader

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: Triggering content possibly; read with caution. Dark Miguel, could be seen as kidnapping if you squint, more like false imprisonment really.

A/N: This idea came from booktok and also prompts from this prompt list

You hummed as you swallowed the sweet fruit, your finger coming up to wipe away the dribble of juice that ran down your chin. The fruit Miguel got you was always sweet. The sweetest actually. He made sure of it. All of your food was always tried and tested before it made it to your plate to ensure you only ever got the absolute best of the best. Miguel was just like that when it came to you. With most things actually.

You always had the sweetest fruit, the freshest veggies, the purest juices, the prettiest dresses.

Miguel loved you in dresses.

He loved the way the style of the dress could change your energy. How the soft flowly dresses made you want to sit by the window and bask in the sunlight, maybe open the sliding door to feel the wind blow the fabric against your skin.

How tighter dresses that were so short you could barely sit in them made you sometimes blush and rub your thighs together. Sometimes they were just nightgowns, plain but soft and cozy, making you feel ethereal and docile.

You only ever wore dresses for that reason. Because that's what Miguel liked; so that's what he bought you. That's what your wardrobe consisted of.

Your dress today was lilac, soft, and light against your skin. It was warm and ran a little past your knees, leaving your feet and ankles exposed. You shook your foot, the chain jingling against the shackle and frowned at the noise.

Sometimes you forgot about it. It wasn't too heavy, light enough for you to be able to move around the house, but heavy enough that you had felt like a boulder was tied to you when he had first put it on. Now with the months that had passed, you were used to the feeling, sometimes the sight being what reminded you when the hem of your dress was shorter.

That and when you forgot and tried to venture out of the room. He allowed you a good bit of freedom. He let you go wherever in the house you wanted really; you just had to be secured. Metal hooks were bolted into random hidden areas of the house. You were currently stuck to the one fastened to the underside of the granite coffee table.

It hadn't always been like this. Once upon a time, you had been able to walk around the entire house on your own, from room to room, inside to outside, then back again. You had been his little perfect girl, always on his arm to events or dinners. It had been going so well.

That was until you had tried to leave him.

It had been a small fight. Simple really.

He had canceled on you and your pre-planned dinner date plans to have a business meeting for the third time that month and you had been angry. So you grabbed your purse and keys and left.

You hadn't actually been leaving the relationship. You were simply taking a break. A night to yourself to drive around and blow off some steam. You hadn't told him that though and when three in the morning had rolled around with no sight of you, his guards patrolling the streets for hours looking for you with no such luck, he had been sure that you were leaving him for good. Gone like a thief in the night. No call, no text, no note. Just gone.

And boy had it made him angry.

After all he had done for you? The gifts? The wine? The vacations? The love? The adoration? The worship?

Oh, angry was an understatement, and the disarray in the living room had been a testament to that. Flipped tables and scattered shards of glass.

You had returned early the next morning, of course, never having planned to truly leave. All you had needed was some time to cry and cool down. You had gotten that and now had calmed down considerably, ready to return to your husband and home.

And that was how you had ended up with the shackle.

Placed onto your ankle while you slept.

Your departure had been the straw that broke the camel's back and Miguel had become unhinged then, and swore he would never let you leave and put yourself into harm's way again. Only he could truly love and protect you. No one else. And he had to make you see that.

The sound of his voice from behind you broke you out of your reverie and you turned to face him.

His eyes were warm and full of love as he looked at you, crossing the way over until he stood in front of you. He smiled down at you, his eyes trailing to your mouth where the juice from the dragon fruit had stained a bit. He reached up and rubbed at your chin lightly, eyes crinkling in the corners.

"Enjoying the fruit?"

You nodded and offered a smile of your own, but it didn't quite reach your eyes and Miguel noticed immediately.

"What's the matter?"

You hesitated and then shrugged as if to make it seem like it weren't a big deal. Looking down, you shook your foot, the chain jingling loudly in the silence of the room.

Miguel looked down and sighed before reaching up to cradle your cheek in his hand.

"It's for your own good, mi amor. You ran away. You could've gotten taken. Hurt. Killed. Or worse. There are plenty of men out there who are evil and would love nothing more than you pick you up and steal you away from me. I can't let that happen, you know that. I'll let you go when you understand this is where you belong."

You nodded, easing into his touch. You'd asked before a handful of times and had gotten the same schpeal. It had been months now though. Surely you had earned his trust back by now?

"I just hate this thing. I don't need it anymore. I'm yours, I know that. I always knew that. I just...I want to walk around free again."

Turning back slightly to look out of the sliding doors longingly.

"I miss swimming."

Miguel sighed at your longing look and tone before nodding gently. He softly took your chin into his grasp, turning you to face him again. His touch was gentle, but the gravel in his voice as he leaned his forehead against yours was anything but.

"I'll take it off. But remember, I'll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I'll catch you."

You nodded, knowing all of his words were true. You offered him a smile and just like that, his voice was silk again as he reached into his suit jacket and retrieved the little key. Sitting down, he patted his knee and you lifted your leg, placing your bare foot down onto his slacks. He slid the key in and looked up at you before turning it.

"This is your last chance."

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