#dont really know what brought this on exactly

[eva51]

you're not fuc-" "i'm tryi-" 🧍🏻‍♀️ real footage of me after s4 | i loved how they dedicated the whole last ep for talking and communicating GOD BLESS THEM

sc : fruityzari.ga

cc : editedbybella

[coulsons-left-arm]

It's been pissin' down rain for a while which got me thinkin'....

Audrey Nathan. The cellist from Portland, OR. The gal that dated Phil Coulson for (according to the AoS wiki) quite a while....

It rains practically 9 months out of the year there. (Trust me. I know. 🫠) I can only imagine that if Coulson and Audrey went on a date or two, they definitely got caught in the rain. They'd be on a walk in a park, and the forecast said nothing about rain, but in true PNW fashion it starts raining... So they race back to the car in a fit of laughter... And if it could be helped, Coulson tries to pull the car around to the front of the restaurant to make sure she doesn't get too rained on bc he's Coulson. Of course he's a gentleman. 🫶🏻

But then he dies... And he comes back, but he can't see Audrey bc he's not supposed to be alive. He knows she mourned him. And he's sad he made her feel that way. He's sad that he died.

And on days in his office as director when he's cranking away on paperwork, it's raining and he can't help but put on a record of a certain cellist... Because the rain tapping on the windows reminds him of a certain someone from Portland, OR, the rainiest place he's ever been.*

*I'm not biased, I swear. 💀🫶🏻

[sometimesanequine]

i was like you young adventurer, until i got bit by a tick. as it warms in the northern hemisphere and the tall grasses grow please take proper precautions. this has been a psa

also go get a sippy of water and a snack and go shower if you have not. brush your teeth too if you can manage

[hershelwidget]

once again thinking about that time i finished with my dentist and as she came out to get my father she was surprised to see my dad (who looks like a white guy) and the reason for her surprise was because our last name is Very Chinese (family on dad’s side is chinese) and she was Expecting. a guy who looks a lot more asian . the fact that me and my brother look more asian than he does makes it funnier

[chainsawworld]

Actually ok I've been thinking about what axel and denys' reunion does to axels mental state and the fact that yknoe faye is in the hospital too

[nanaslutt]

i have another toji idea but this time he’s your bodyguard!

readers dad is a really rich businessman or something and reader is basically serena van der woodsen! she’s always out partying doing drugs and sleeping around so her dad hires toji to keep close eye on her. she’s not happy about it obviously!

reader is in college and toji is like i dont know in his late 30s!!

Bodygaurd!Toji x RichBrat!Reader

contains: fem reader, legal age gap, drug use, non con/dub con (not from Toji), voyeurism, exhibitionism, choking, dacraphillia, restraints, rough sex, so much dirty talk, daddy kink (sorry), teasing, sexual tension, brat taming, multiple orgasms, size kink, Toji has a big dick and knows what aftercare is :3

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The club music around the two men was blaring, Toji could feel a headache coming on. "That her?" Toji asked, pointing to a girl who was laughing at some college boy's joke by the bar, swatting his arm playfully. "She's uh.. that one there." Your father spoke, almost too quietly to be heard under the music. He pointed to you, you who were currently adorned in a skimpy black nightgown-esc dress, the fabric being pulled over the curve of your ass and exposing your lacy black thong without a care in the word to the room around you as you sat on a boy's lap, ruffling his hair as you sucked on his tongue, his hands leading your hips as he ground you down on top of him.

Toji turned his head back to your father, an unreadable expression on his face. Your dad held up his hands in the air, waving them in front of him. "S-shes a good girl really, just a little.. misguided." He said defensively. You loved your father, he was the only man in your life who acctually cared about you and didnt use you for your status or body. The two of you had a wonderful relationship, the only problem was you were an only child, and your mom had died early on in your life, resulting in him spoiling you a little too much.

So when you started acting out, wearing skimpier clothes, doing drugs, staying out late, frequenting parties, and bringing a new stranger home to fuck on his couch every night, you didn't exactly take to his words telling you to 'maybe calm down' in the best way. It's not like he had been strict about it when he talked to you, he had been very sweet and understanding when you said you were 'going through something'. Your father's lack of disciplinary skills combined with how much love he had for you and the constant mindset to always keep his sweet little girl happy had resulted in your behavior getting worse and worse.

Which is where Toji came in. You had just finished up a new photoshoot for a major modeling brand and it had brought you even more attention than you had been getting before, meaning you were going out more, and frequently engaged in unsafe sex and use of drugs. Your father couldn't stand to see you like this, so he hired you a body guard without consulting you first, someone he had worked with in the past, someone he knew wouldn't take your shit, because he sure as hell wasn't going to stop you.

Toji stayed quiet, watching your body sway and move in a way that was clear to him you were under the influence of something. The man beneath you looked too sober, and the way he had started to manhandle your drugged out body made his eye twitch. Toji had known you since you were a kid, he started doing business with your dad when he turned seventeen, and he saw you around sometimes too, although you looked quite different back then. "Do whatever you have to do, I just cant stand to see my little girl like this." Your father said, placing his hand on Toji's shoulder before he checked the time on his expensive wristwatch, clicking his teeth.

"I have to go, please don't leave her side, don't let her bring anyone home, and don't let anything enter her mouth that isn't food or water, alright? I'll be back in a week." When your dad had mentioned not letting you ingest anything that wasn't food and water—referring to substances—he couldn't help but think that might include other people's genitals too. He just had a hunch from the way you had started to palm at the man's crotch underneath you. "Right, is it alright if I use force if I gotta?" Toji asked, squinting his eyes as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

"Yeah that's.. that's fine.." Your dad answered hesitantly. Toji averted his gaze from you, turning his head to look at your father, he smiled. "Have a good trip, sir, Don't worry about your daughter, I'll stick around and whip her into shape for as long as you need me to." He reassured, before starting off in your direction.

Upon closer inspection, he could see your eyes were all out of focus, you looked like you didn't even know what was going on around you as the blond-haired boy roughly kissed your neck, starting to slide his hands down your ass, slipping his fingers underneath your panties. God, you really did look so much different from when he used to watch you lay on your stomach on the floor of your living room, watching your cartoons.

This new look didn't suit you quite as much, white powder on the table in front of you, girls and guys alike touching your skin wherever they could get in, drinks scattered around you, your bra peeking out of your dress as the strap slipped down your shoulder, your eyes rolled back in your head. He doubted you even knew the name of the man who was marking your neck. Hell, he doubted you knew any of the people around you. The people around you were too high off their asses to even notice Toji's presence as he stood right behind you, he was so close he could practically feel the heat radiating off your skin.

The boy under you looked up at him, pulling his lips away from your neck. "You wanna taste, get in line old man, 's how this shit works." He giggled, talking about you like you were some disposable inanimate tool. Toji grit his teeth, grabbing the boy's hand and stopping it before he could dip it any lower in your panties. "She's not even fucking here right now, you don't see anything wrong with that?" He asked, referring to how high you were. The boy was taken aback at Toji's sheer strength, "What the- let go of me man-" He tried yanking his hand away from Toji, but to no avail.

"Look- she fucking loves it its fine, ain't that right baby~" He asked, grinning as he took his other hand to grab your jaw, nodding it forcefully. You smiled drunkenly, your eyes all out of focus as he manhandled your head. "Alright, I've seen enough." Toji sighed, leaning down he picked you up with ease from underneath your arms and threw you over his shoulder, your ass being exposed even more—if that was even possible.

"What the fuck~" You slurred, eyes trying to focus on the constantly moving ground underneath you as Toji kept one hand on the small of your back, walking you out of the building. You felt dizzy and sick, the music was too loud, but you still felt the need to kick and scream at the man who was taking you away from the chaos. "Who the fuck are you? 'was fuckin' doing something back there.." You slurred, weakly struggling in his grip.

Toji stayed silent until he reached the exit, pushing the heavy wood open he took in the cool air of the night, the ice-cold oxygen feeling refreshing in both of your lungs. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, shooting a quick text to one of your drivers who was nearby to pick the two of you up, ignoring your 'hey- answer me''s in the backround. He slipped the device back into his pocket, plopping you down on the ground in front of him, making sure to keep a hand on your waist to insure you didn't fall over.

"Was it you I was kissing?" You asked, squinting your eyes at him as you leaned in, standing on your tippy toes you placed your hands on his solid chest to try to get a good look at his face. "I don't think he had black hair.." you slurred, losing your balance on your tippy toes, and falling back onto flat feet. Thanks to Toji's grip you didn't fall flat on your ass. "You don't even care do you?" He asked incredulously, keeping his tone steady as he let you grope his chest.

Toji took the opportunity to fix your appearance up a bit, pulling the strap of your dress back atop your shoulder so your bra was fully covered again; not like it made a huge difference thanks to how low the dress was, but he still wanted to give you some dignity; he used his large hands to slide down your waist, smoothing out your dress so it rested on your thighs once more as it should. His touch felt so good, it was a lot softer than the touches from the college boy's inside, you could work with this.

"Mmm, not really." You smiled up at him, biting your lip between your teeth as you looked him up and down. "You takin' me home to fuck me?" You mumbled, giving him a doped-out grin. "Not exactly." He replied. Seconds after, the car approached, and out came another middle-aged man who walked to the curbside and opened the door for the both of you. Toji held your waist as he walked you towards the open door. You stopped in your tracks, holding the top of the car door when you got close enough to see the driver's face.

You looked at him closely, narrowing your eyes. "Wait.. you're my driver.. why are you here? I'm not going home yet," you said confused, tuning your body to look between the two men. "Yes, you are," Toji replied, using a strong hand to manipulate your weak body as he pressed your shoulder down, pushing you into the car. "No- no wait- what the fuck? You said you were gonna fuck me." You slurred, watching the blurry picture of Toji slide into the car after you, the driver slamming it slut promptly.

Toji gripped your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, "Don't think your dad would like it very much if I fucked his daughter while she was high on coke." You blinked at him, trying to make the fuzziness in your vision go away, "'m not on coke, it's jus' molly, and why the fuck are you bringing up my dad?" You asked, trying to jerk your head away from his hand. "Your father hired me to be your personal cockblock, hope you're ready for rehab," Toji smirked, releasing your face as he bucked you into the seat, your body jolting when the driver pulled out into the street and started driving the two of you home.

—

You woke up with a headache, stomachache— honestly it would take longer to list what wasn't aching in your body. You groaned, stretching your limbs under your own sheets as you tried to wake yourself up. Wait, these are my sheets? How did I get home last night? you wondered. "Fuck.. water." You sat up, sitting on your ass as you curled your legs up to your chest, laying your forehead on your knees. Your throat was dry- like you had been stranded in the dryest desert for months, you tried to swallow, but it just felt like swallowing sandpaper. You didn't care as much about how you got home, too focused on trying not to throw up as you tried to gather the strength to stand.

You always regretted the morning after you went so hard like a night like the last. You always felt like a shell of yourself the morning after, no amount of drugs or sex could make that feeling go away until the next night, but it wasn't awful enough for you to break this little cycle you had going. "Need some water?" A voice rang in your ears, making your body jolt as you held your hand over your chest, scooting back on the bed as you looked in the direction of the voice to the large figure standing in your doorway.

A tall, balck haired and well build man who looked to be around your dad's age walked into your room holding a glass of water, you swore he looked familiar but you couldn't pinpoint where you had seen him before. You sighed, chalking it up to another unwanted one-night stand who had overstayed their welcome, although you didn't quite feel sore down there.. maybe his dick was just small? It's not like you could remember if you tried anyways. "Don't you know you're not supposed to hang around after we fuck? It's called a one-night stand for a reason." You said sharply, rubbing your temples with your fingers.

"Good thing we didn't fuck." Toji smirked, flipping on your light switch, making your face scrunch up in displeasure. You had no time to be confused when the light hit your eyes, making your headache worsen tenfold as you hid your face in your knees once again, pulling the sheets over your head. "Dude, what the fuck! Turn that shit off." You yelled, your voice coming to him muffled as you spoke into the sheets. "Its almost 2pm, you're not going to rot in bed all day, promised your dad I would take care of you, so get up." He said, uncrossing his arms as he started towards you, setting the water down on the bedside table as he stood at the side of your mattress, looking down at you.

His words made a flashback shoot through your brain, one of last night, the two of you in a car together, and this man had just told you he was your bodyguard. You turned your head to the side, squinting your eye at him as you tried to gauge if he looked like the same man in your flashback--unfortunately for you, he did. "Fuuuuuuuuuck." You groaned, half of the word being muffled when you turned your head back to your knees. "Remember me now, princess?" He asked, his deep, usually soothing voice meeting your ears in a grating, annoying way.

You pick your head up, giving him the best snarky smile you could manage while your body fought with the aftereffects of what you did to it last night. "You really think you're gonna stop me from doing what I want?" You raised your eyebrow challengingly at him, keeping your eyes on his darker ones. "I'm not as nice as your daddy, so yes, I do." He said, ripping the comforter off of your frame he grabbed your ankle and yanked you towards him on the bed, your night shorts and t-shirt he had dressed you in last night riding up, showing more of your thighs and midriff.

You stared at him in disbelief, your chest heaving at the sudden manhandling. "Don't touch me." You yanked your foot out of his grip and sat up, sliding off the bed hastily you made quick work of walking past the man, towards the bathroom. Toji winced when you slammed the door shut to the bathroom behind you, the sound echoing through the entire house, he was sure even the neighbors heard it. He sighed, sitting down on your bed, his big hand coming to rub his forehead in annoyance. "He better be paying me fucking good to put up with his little brat," Toji mumbled under his breath.

When his hand dropped into his lap, his vision was unobstructed once more, and under the illumination of the bright lights above your bed, and the absence of your presence distracting him, he could clearly see the bag of white pills on your dresser. "Jesus christ.." Toji whispered, his lip curling in disgust. He stood, pocketing the bag of substances to promptly flush down the toilet later. Something in the back of his head was telling him to check in your bedside table.

The man didn't exactly have the strongest morals, so he didn't think much of going through a college junkie girl's drawer. Just as he expected, when he pulled the drawer open he found three bright orange pill bottles, all labeled with different names. With a curt laugh, he pocketed those as well, he would make sure they were delt with appropriately. Once the drugs were in his pocket, he noticed the bright pink vibrator next to them, along with a baby blue dildo, some condoms he doubted you used, and panties with the crotch cut out.

He laughed, "Your good girl is actually pretty naughty.." He said under his breath, directed to your father. He didn't want to look too long, not because he was afraid of you finding out, he was sure you were going to the moment you came back in here, looking for something to take your pain away from the day before. He didn't want to look too long because he didn't want to imagine his boss's daughter sprawled out on her bed, legs wide as one hand pinched her nipples and the other used the vibrator on her sensitive little clit through the gape in the crotchless panties.

He heard the shower turn on, snapping him out of his thoughts as he shut the drawer, averting his gaze as he did so. He flicked the lights off in your room as he left, making his way down to the living room where your chef was preparing your breakfast, rich people. The old woman behind the counter who was cooking something that smelled devine, looked happy to be there though. He knew how genuinely nice your father was, and he figured you must've treated them with the same kindness for them to stick around.

He must've been sitting on the couch watching the old woman cook for quite some time because your figure emerged from the hallway leading into the open room, adorned in nothing but skimpy panties and a tank top. You were ruffling your hair in a pink towel, trying to dry it the best you could before you discarded the towel on the floor and jumped up on the expensive-looking bar stool in front of the kitchen. You sat on your knees, your ass poking out towards Toji, he watched as you twisted back and forth on the chair, showing off your body like you wanted him to see.

He was grateful you had come down here in a better mood than before, you must've not checked your empty dresser drawer yet. "Good morning" You spoke kindly to the old woman, to which she replied her own 'good morning' with a smile. He liked seeing you like this, this was the you he recognized. He could barely tell you were the same person who was letting yourself get manhandled on the lap of a stranger in the middle of a disgusting club high on drugs.

Toji just couldn't help but break the peacefulness of the morning with his deep voice, "Where are your clothes?" He asked, "You have company." You sighed, sitting your butt down on the stool you brought your foot up on the cushion, resting your chin on your knee as you tipped your head as you looked at him. "You're just my handler, right? So why are you talking right now?" Your face was scrunched in disdain, the girl from last night making an appearance, he had a hard time telling which of the two of you was real.

"Just sayin' it's unbecoming for a young lady like you to have your ass out so shamelessly." Toji retorted. "This is my house, I'll do whatever I want old man." You bit back, spinning around as the chef pushed your plate towards you, the colors of the different foods on your plate stimulating your brain that was dulled from last night's drugs. "Oh ma'am, I would be lost without you." You whispered to the chef, placing your hand ontop of her wrinkled one gratefully. You thought the conversation between you and your babysitter was over, so you were shocked when you felt his chest bump against your back, his large hand reaching over yours to grab the other plate the woman had made for him.

"Your daddy spoiled you too much, now you're just a stuck-up brat. You should listen to your elders y'know?" Toji scolded. His voice sent goosebumps down your spine, maybe this could be something, you always did love a good hatefuck. The warmth of his chest was gone as soon as it came as he took the plate back to the sofa, kicking his legs up on the coffee table as he started shoveling the food into his mouth sloppily. "When you stop treating me like a kid, I might." You answered, keeping your back to him to he couldn't see the blush that had spread across your face.

The two of you ate in silence, you were the first to get up, walking your plate over to the sink to clean the food off, when your phone started buzzing on the counter. You abandoned the plate in the sink, walking back over to see who was calling. Toji watched your eyes light up as you answered the phone, probably some college boy you were fucking with at the moment had called you to hook up. It was the middle of the day, students these days were relentless. "Tonight? Send me the address and I'll be there~" You cooed into the receiver.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize you had just been invited out to another party. Toji acted quickly, when you faced your body away from him, leaning against the fridge as you listened to the boy speak, Toji appeared behind you once again, snatching your phone out of your hand, "No she won't." Toji spoke for you, letting him know you would absolutely not be going to any parties under his watch before hanging up the phone. "Stop fucking doing that!" You yelled, your body jolting in surprise as you turned around, glaring at the man just inches from you.

You grabbed his wrist that was holding your phone, with your other you ripped the device out of his hand before digging your sharp nail into his chest and giving him a death stare from under your lashes. "Touch what belongs to me again Ill-" "You'll what? Fire me? Your pretty drugged-up brain keeps forgetting your daddy hired me?" He smirked, crossing his bulging biceps over his chest. You took a step back, shaking your head. "You won't tell me what to do, fucking watch." You spat, walking off to your room. Toji brushed it off as an empty threat, what could you possibly accomplish when he was watching your every move like a hawk?

When you reached the comfort of your bedroom you slammed the door shut, hoping Toji would hear from his place downstairs. Who the fuck was he to come into your life and order you around? And your dad had hired him too? Seriously? These old men needed to stop fucking intervening with you, you didn't need any help. After that thought ran through your head you made a path straight for your drawer, looking for a pill or two to at least make you feel like you weren't cooped up at home if you couldn't actually leave.

Curling your fingers around the handle you pulled it open and- what the fuck? The familiar orange bottles you kept next to your sex toys were nowhere to be seen. Even on your most fucked up nights you had never neglected to put the bottles back where they belonged in your drawer. There was only one person who could've done this. "OLD MAN!!" Toji heard your voice echo, your footsteps getting louder as you marched angrily into the living room. A grin spread across his face when your figure came into view, his feet still kicked up on the coffee table as he barely spared you a glance before he went back to watching his show.

"Do you really not know my name, or are you just being a brat?" Toji asked, keeping his eyes on the screen. You were fuming, you had spent your hard-earned money on those (not like you had a shortage of cash or anything, but you hated your drug guy, he was so pushy and not at all cute.) "Toji, you had no right to go through my drawers like that, seriously, you're more fucked up than you think I am!" You yelled, your face growing hot, veins pumping with adrenaline. Toji decided you were worth the time of day, tilting his head back against the couch cushion he looked at you.

"Your daddy said I could do whatever I wanted, he also said to keep all that nasty shit out of your pretty little body, so that's exactly what I'm going to do." He replied, raising his eyebrows as he looked you up and down, pausing on your crotch, still only clad in those skimpy panties he couldn't stand. You blushed at him calling your body pretty, his words making your brain forget its track of thought for a moment. "W-what I put inside me isn't any of your business." You retorted, placing your hand on your hip.

"It is when your father specifically tells me it is." Toji laughed. "If you want something inside you so bad why don't you put those toys to use? That'll give you some kinda high for sure." Your face heat up even more. You figured he had seen your toy stash in the process of him throwing your pills away, but you didn't think he was going to use them against you like this. "Did my dad tell you to harass me like this too? Fucking pervert." You spat. "You're calling me a pervert when you're walking around in front of me with just those little panties on? There practically fucking see-through."

You were feeling hot in a different place now. You still wanted to punch him so hard he threw up, but another part of you wanted to climb over the cough and straddle his hips, pull his cock out and sit on it, letting him fuck you dumb. You'd never fucked someone his age before, it sounded fun, you bet he had loads more experience than the college guys you were sleeping with. "Why are you looking?" You retorted, your voice losing its edge. "Don't you want me to?" Toji replied. The two of you kept your eyes on one another, the air around you thick, making it hard to breath as neither one of you dared to break the eye contact.

The doorbell ringing snapped you out of it, both of your heads turning to look at the massive entrance doors. Toji stood to get it, but you beat him to it, running over to the door. "I got it." You told him. He stood behind the sofa, watching you open the door in your slutty attire. Pulling open the door, a handsome man around your age came into view, his arms sticking out for a hug as he stepped inside. "Absolutely not," Toji spoke, making haste for the door to shove him out. "Relax, do you think I'm fucking stupid?" Toji raised his eyebrows like you knew what he was going to say, before he crossed his arms and let you finish.

"He's gay, nothing is going to happen. You won't let me go to this fucking party, and I am not staying here alone with you all day." You hissed. The boy behind you nodded, his hand wrapped loosely around your waist. Toji stayed quiet for a while, the boy hadn't said or done anything yet to contrast your words, so even though he was hesitant, he stepped aside, letting the two of you pass as you held his hand and dragged him in the direction of your room. He heard you giggle as you pulled him along with you, his eyes squinting before he shook off the feeling, finding his place once more on the comfortable sofa.

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About an hour had passed since the boy had arrived and he hadn't heard anything suspicious yet. For having such a massive and expensive home, you sure had some thin fucking walls. Toji was starting to doze off, his show having long ended and now some drama had taken its place, droning on in the background. His eyes were fluttering shut, arms crossed over one another, and that’s when he heard it.

“Ahh!” His eyes shot open, scanning around the room as he tried to figure out if what he heard had been a figment of his imagination or not. “Fuck! Baby~ ngh!” There it was. All he needed to hear. You had fucking lied. He heard your moans echo through the walls, you were so loud it was like you wanted him to hear you. “This fucking bitch.” Toji mumbled under his breath, uncrossing his arms he stood and made haste for your room. The moans and crying began to be accompanied by slaps and squelches the closer he got to your closed door.

"Yeah~ give it to m-meee" you moaned between his thrusts. Truth be told, he wasn't fucking you well at all, you only invited him over because his looks rivaled Toji's, but even then he fell short. His thrusts were sloppy and felt more like he was jabbing around your cunt with a thin stick, but you wanted Toji to know you were in charge here, he wasn't going to come into your home and tell you what you could and couldn't do, so if it took a bad fuck to get that through his head, so be it, it's not like you were going to see this boy after today anyways.

You had a smile on your face, which the boy took as him fucking you good, his annoying moans filling up your ears, "Yeah? You like me fucking dick?" He whined, emphasizing his words with a thrust that made you yell out, not from pleasure; not like he would be able to distinguish the difference anyway, "Love ittt~" You faux moaned, fighting to keep a yawn from spilling through your lips. The boy kept jabbing his dick into your walls, and you got so immersed in listening to your own moans to get you through this, that your soul almost jumped out of your body when your door swung open.

Toji stood in the doorway, the vein on his forehead protruding out from under the skin as he took in your position. You were ass up, face down in the sheets, and he could tell right away you didn't like it as much as you were leading on, he saw right through your little game. It only took a couple steps for Toji to get from your doorway to standing behind the man at the edge of your bed. Faster than you could comprehend, Toji had yanked the boy back from the collar of his shirt, pulling him off the bed and out of you as he stumbled on the floor, awkwardly tucking his cock into his pants.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" You yelled, turning your body around you crawled towards them on the bed, reaching out for the boy like you wanted him to stay. This wasn't exactly what you had in mind, you wanted to rile Toji up and show him you could do whatever you wanted, but you didn't know he would storm in here and throw the boy out forcefully. You should've known he was the type of guy to pull something like this. "You know you're way out right?" He said to the confused boy you had dragged into your mess.

He held him up by the collar, bringing his face close to his own he tipped his head, waiting for the boy to answer. He nodded in fear, still trying to wrap his poor aroused head at what was happening. "Good, be a good boy and let yourself out, would you?" He whispered, throwing him forward and out of your room. The boy stumbled on his feet, trying to grab the wall so he didn't fall over before the door was being slammed shut in his face.

"Fuck! You asshole, Fuck!" You were behind Toji, grabbing at his shirt as you tried to get him to face you so you could yell at him properly. While he was throwing out your fuck, you had slid on your panties and pulled your tanktop back over your tits poorly, the hard buds of your nipples poking through the shirt. Toji wasted no time in turning quick on his heels as he grabbed you by the throat, your hands coming to grip at his wrist as he choked you out, pressing just hard enough that you could barely manage to get a stream of air through your esophagus.

He leaned his face close to yours, looking at how messy you looked with your tangled hair and smeared lipstick. "You really think you can get away with shit like that? Huh?" Toji asked, squinting his eyes at you. You whined, trying to give him a pout, "Aww, don't act like you wanted him to stay, he wasn't even fucking you right, was he? If I wanted to hear someone fake an orgasm I would've gone to pornhub." He said, looking between your glassy eyes and your swollen lips from the boys sloppy kissing.

"You're such a slut you know that? You can't go one fucking day without having a cock inside you, even if it's bad, huh?" He chastised, slowly walking you backward towards the bed, so slow you barely noticed it. "He get you high too? Hmm?" He asked, his other hand coming up to pull your eye down to get a better look at your pupils. "N-no." You whispered through his hand squeezing your throat. "No?" His eyes everted to the side table, where a few white pills sat atop the wood, waiting to be taken.

"But you were gonna let him get you high, weren't you?" He asked, following your face when you yanked it away from his hand that pulled down your eye. "None of your fucking business." You spat through your teeth. It was only then you realized you were back at your bed, your calves bumping into the mattress taking you out of your trance. "How is it none of my business when you were moaning like a pathetic slut just to get my attention?" He asked, tilting his head at you as he slid his massive thigh between your own, his knee pressing against your crotch.

You kept silent, pouting at him as you kept your pretty eyes locked on his, waiting for him to do anything. "You sure you ain't high right now?" He asked, to which you quickly nodded. Toji smirked, huffing out a smile at your unapologetic display of lust, "Ur' pupils that big cos you're horny then?" Your arousal spiked tenfold when he announced your need. You licked your lips, nodding at his words as you shamelessly let your eyes fall on his plump lips, dragging between them and his dark eyes.

Toji was feeling conflicted. On one hand, he could think of no better time to put you in your place and fuck the brat out of you, showing you who was really in charge here, you were sober and so clearly wanted it after all. The more rational side of him was telling him this was his boss's daughter, who was twice his age, so he absolutely should not fuck her. Unluckily for the rational side of his brain, your hard nipples poking through your shirt and the smell of your arousal that was still evident in the room was more than enough to sway him, the primal side of him winning as he listened to his urges.

"You wanna find out how it's supposed to feel to get fucked?" Toji whispered, like if he said the words too loud, your father who was currently in another country might hear. You nodded, pulling your lip between your teeth. He laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation before he pressed his lips to yours, the pair of you instantly groaning into the other's mouth. You don't know if you've ever felt this aroused in your life. Even his kisses made you feel something you've never experienced before, was every kiss supposed to feel like this?

Toji slowly pushed you back on the bed, keeping his knee between your legs as he hovered over you, releasing your neck and instead using one hand to pull your panties off, his other resting by your head so he didn't crush you. You wrapped your hands around his strong neck, whimpering into the kiss. He heard you giggle when you threw your panties somewhere in the room, sliding his hand up your waist as he situated you on the bed, pulling your thighs around his hips. "Whats so funny?" He asked, pulling back from the kiss as he watched you smile underneath him, tilting your head as you loosened your arms around his neck.

"Jus' wondering what my dad would think if he saw what the bodyguard he got to protect his little girl was doing to her right now~" You giggled, biting your lip. Toji shook his head, keeping his eyes on yours as he wordlessly dipped his fingers down to your pussy, teasing up and down your soaked entrance. "Yeah, what would he think about you fucking someone twice your age? Fuckin' brat." He spat, watching your smile fade and your expression be replaced with your slacked jaw and raised eyebrows as your eyes fluttered when he dipped his large fingers into your hole, pressing into it teasingly before pulling away.

"I know he's used to seein' you slut yourself out to those dumb college boys, but this might shock him.. huh?" He cooed, pressing his fingers into your cunt slowly, your walls greedily swallowing up his thick digits. "F-fuck-" You cursed, your eyes falling shut, tipping your head agaisnt the pillow. "That feel good baby? You like feelin' this old man's fingers in your pussy? Fuckin' into your sweet spot?" He whispered, bringing his lips against yours once more, hovering them against you as he inhaled your reactions when he curled his fingers, massaging your g-spot with precision.

"Right there-" You gasped quietly against his lips, wiggling your hips down onto his fingers. "Right here? Yeah? When's the last time someone actually touched you right here, hmm?" He asked, softly kissing your lips before he went back to hovering his lips over yours. "I-I don't know." You whispered, trying to kiss him back but he kept his lips just far enough away from yours that you couldn't manage. "No? That why you're so fucking insatiable huh? Jus' waiting to find the guy who will actually fuck you right?" You were dripping around his fingers. His soft teasing words were a stark contrast to his fingers that now pistoned in and out of you, wet squelching noises bouncing off the walls and echoing into your ears, driving you mad.

"Mhm- mhm-" You replied, nodding your head rapidly, feeling your orgasm come on quickly. "You're not gonna find that with these fuckin' college boys sweet thing, 'ya need a man for that, someone a little.. older." He whispered, making you whine against him as he curled his fingers into a particularly sensitive spot. You abandoned one of your arms around his neck, reaching between you to grab his wrist. Your eyes cracked open, staring up at him as you breathed heavily. "All it takes is a couple fingers and you're a good girl, isn't that right?" He asked, feeling you squeeze around his fingers.

He continued to drill his fingers into you, your back arching against him as moans fell freely from your lips, your nails digging into his wrist as you felt your orgasm creep up on you. "You gonna cum for me, princess?" Toji asked knowingly, smirking when you nodded against him. You felt it, it was right there, well within your grasp when- suddenly the stimulation stopped, your orgasm fizzling out. Your eyes peeled open, eyebrows scrunched together as you looked up at him with a crimson face. "You sure?" He asked, his smirk growing.

Toji abandoned his fingers from your pussy, pulling them out with a pop as he sat back on his heels, replacing his lips with his fingers soaked in your cum as he pressed them against your lips, watching while you eagerly took them into your mouth, moaning around them as you tasted yourself on your tongue. Of course, you were mad Toji had pulled away right before you came but with the way he had rubbed inside your walls so nicely, your brain couldn't think of anything bratty to say as you sucked on his fingers, watching his eyes watch your lips as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock in one swift movement.

You moaned around his fingers when your eyes made contact with his girth, it was massive, way bigger than anything you had taken before, even bigger than your dildo. His was prettier than other dicks you'd seen too, a pretty flushed and tripping tip to contrast against a slightly darker color of his length. He jerked his cock steadily, pressing his fingers deeper into your mouth. "You like what you see, brat?" Toji asked, grinning when he felt your tongue slide over his fingers, mimicking the way you sucked a cock.

Toji groaned through a smile when you grabbed his wrist tighter and pushed his fingers into your throat, bobbing your head around them. "Someone trained you before me, huh? Who taught you to suck fingers like a dick?" Toji asked, raising his eyebrows at you. You swallowed your arousal and saliva in your mouth before pulling his fingers from you, a line of spit connecting your lips to his fingers. "I don't remember." You smiled drunkenly, making his cock twitch as he didn't let up his strokes on it. "Such a slut." He said, shaking his head.

You whined at his words, spreading your legs around his thighs to make more room, you dropped your hands down to his cock and wrapped both your hands around the tip, jerking what you could while he kept up his own ministrations on his cock as well. "You gonna slut yourself out for me too? Show me how good you are at taking cock?" He asked, releasing his hand from his dick he leaned over you, placing his forearms around your head as you stroked the entirety of his cock in your hands, wrapping your legs around him.

"Yeah~" You answered, looking between the two of you as you pressed his fat tip against your entrance, his cock leaking against your pussy. "You gonna fuck me raw, daddy?" You whispered against his ear. Toji swore his brain stopped working, his cock throbbed in your hold at the name. He audibly groaned, pressing one of his hands over your mouth, "Don't do that." He warned, swallowing hard as his smile faded from his face, his arousal plastering itself all over his features.

Toji felt a new need, a rawer, more primal one. He knew he shouldn't have felt as aroused as he did when you called him that, but he couldn't fucking help it. He kept replaying your words over in his head, one of your hands came up to pull his down off of your mouth, while the other stayed between your legs, his tip pushing past the ring of your cunt, making the both of you gasp. "You like it when I call you that, huh?" You whispered, watching his jaw go slack and his eyes roll back as he slipped deeper and deeper into your cunt. "Fuck- you're so- haah- so big-" you whined, his cock pressing agaisnt your sweet spot ruining your attempts at being in control for even a second.

"Yeah.." Toji moaned, his eyes peeled open again to watch your expression as you took his cock, "Let's see if you're still runnin' that fuckin' mouth when I'm done with you." He finished, thrusting his cock to the hilt unexpectedly, knocking the wind out of you. The older man started up a brutal pace inside your cunt, his eyes rolling back at how tight and warm you were around him. Both of your hands came down to push against his pelvis, trying to get him to slow down, "Fuck! T-toji w-wait wait-" You whined at the painful stretch.

"Nah, what happened to 'daddy' huh? Though you liked callin' me that shit." He asked, not letting up his hips, ignoring your hands trying to push him away. "Stop fucking whining, you can take it, ur' such a big fuckin' girl who can take anything, right?" Toji smirked, biting down on his teeth when he felt you squeeze around him. Incohearant moans were being fucked out of you, one of your hands starting to circle around your little clit in small circles as you felt yourself rapidly approach your orgasm.

He gripped both of your wrists together, stopping your motions as he pinned your hands above your head, watching your head thrash back and forth against the sheets. "Answer me brat." He spat, picking up the pace of his hips. "Fuck f-fuck D-daddy please-" You wined, letting him hear exactly what he wanted to hear. You've never called anyone other than your father that name; really only calling Toji the nickname in the first place to tease him; so it felt foreign calling Toji that in this setting, but seeing how worked up it got him made you aroused as well.

He groaned once again at the nickname, his hand that wasn't pinning your arms above your head came down to rub at your clit, finding it with pinpoint precision and rubbing it in circles just how you liked it. "Oh fuck me-" you groaned, your eyes rolling back, head tipping back in the sheets, revealing your still marked-up neck to him. He hated the sight, he wanted to lean down and replace the ugly purple marks with his own, darker ones, so that's exactly what he did.

He found the bruises with his eyes first, then made sure his lips were covering them before he started sucking the skin into his mouth, making you gasp. "When's the last time someone touched your clit for you?" Toji asked, noticing how tight you got around him when you rubbed the little bud, your legs squeezing his waist simultaneously. "I- I don't know I- Fuck!" Your head pushed further back into the sheets as Toji kept sucking on your neck. "Feels soo much better when someone else does it huh?" Toji asked knowingly.

Your moans were raising in pitch, the noises coming less frequently as your high crept over you, your breath stuttering in your chest as you came hard, all over his dick, moaning out his name and broken cries of 'daddy' as you did. "Oh- fuck yeahhh~ Cum all over daddy's fucking cock princess, that's fucking right~" He leaned back from your neck, pressing your wrists into the bed harder as he fucked you through your first orgasm, your walls squeezing him like you were trying to milk him for all he was worth. You came down, gasping and crying in overstimulation as Toji kept fucking you, the squelching louder now thanks to your orgasm.

"That feel good baby? Wanna feel that again?" He asked, laughing at how tears had started to fall down your cheeks. "P-please fuck- Your cock feels so- fucking- good-" You praised through his rough thrusts, his hips making your body slide up on the bed from how hard he was fucking you. "Yeah? I bet it feels good, you're fucking shaking." Toji laughed, slowing his thumb against your clit so as to not overstimulate you to the point of passing out, as validating as it would be to see you literally pass out from his cock, he didn't want to deal with that right now.

"You like my p-pussy?" You asked, smirking at him, noticing how his grip on your wrists tightened when you asked him that. His cock twitched as he watched your tits bounce from under your shirt, your nipple occasionally popping out from under the fabric. "Who taught you to speak like that? Such a filthy fucking mouth." Toji chastized, picking up his thumb on your clit once more, wanting to see you fall apart one more time on his dick before he came.

"Y- fuck T-you didn't answer-" You wined, feeling the coil tighten in your stomach once more. Everything about this man was making your entire body feel like it was on fire. How confident he was, how he knew your anatomy like the back of his hand, how he seemed to know every little button on your body that made you twitch and whine, all of it was driving you crazy. "You want me to tell you how much I love fucking you little pussy? Huh?" He stared, groaning against your lips as he leaned down, kissing you between words.

"Want me to tell you how I almost came when I got inside you? How good it feels when you twitch around me?" He whispered, kissing you hungrily, swallowing up your high-pitched moans as his hips lost rhythm. "That what you wanna hear? How you have daddy losing his mind in your tight little cunt?" You pulled off of his lips, practically screaming his name as your high crashed over you once more, his words being the final straw that got you there.

Toji dropped his head to your neck, biting the skin there to keep his groans at bay. "Fuck- fuck- where do you want it?" Toji rushed, hoping you were able to respond through your orgasm, or he was going to cum inside you anyways. "I-inside daddy f-fill me up!" You slurred through your high, riding your orgasm out on his dick as he continued to pull his cock almost completely out before bullying it back inside you. "Yeah? Want me to cum inside you? God- you drive me fucking crazy-" Toji continued to thrust inside your tired cunt, fucking you once more into overstimulation as he groaned loudly into your neck; he never was one to be shy about being loud in bed.

"Fuck- It's coming- gonna fill you up baby, 'n you're gonna take every last fucking drop, right?" He asked. He desperately needed to hear you say it. "Yes baby yes- g-gonna take it all- c-cum inside me pleasee~" You slurred, the pulsing of your walls working him over just right as his breath hitched at the first rope of his hot cum shooting inside your cunt. His teeth dug into your neck when he came, his hips stuttering as he humped them against you every time his cock shot out his cum. "Yessss~ Fucking give it to me daddy~" you slurred against his ear, giggling.

He stilled against you, the aftershocks of his orgasm wracking through his body, his grip had tightened around your wrist almost completely cutting off your circulation, you were sure to have bruises there in the morning. The two of you panted when he finally came down from his high. He sat up, slowly pulling his cock out of your sore and red pussy, his eyes watching as his thick cum spilled out of your hole and down the curve of your ass. "Take a picture if you wanna~" You said, squeezing your calves around his waist.

Toji shook his head, "You should be careful with that, you know who you are, don't you?" Toji said, scooping up his cum he stuffed his fingers back inside you, keeping it all in. You didn't know what to say back, guys usually jumped at the opportunity to take a picture of you all ruined like this, was it weird to say you were almost charmed by Toji looking out for you? "Your legs alright?" He asked, his voice breaking the silence when he noticed how shaky they were.

You weren't used to someone asking how you were after sex either.. this Toji.. he was weird. "Uh, yeah, just a little sore." You said, uncharacteristically shy. His eyes glanced up at your bashful face, before they found your wrists, seeing bright red marks imprint on the skin there, he admit the sight was erotic, but that shit look like it hurt. "Shit, sorry," Toji mumbled, his hand reaching up to your hands on your tummy to rub your wrist softly in his hands. "Didn't mean to fuck your shit up so bad." He laughed. You giggled at his choice of words, "It's fine, it felt good." you replied.

Toji had started to climb off the bed, tucking his cock into his pants a he laughed, walking towards the entrance of your room. Right, he was going to leave now, just because he was a good fuck doesn't mean he was going to stay now. "Don't move," he instructed, making you snap out of your thoughts. You watched Toji exit the room, you heard the skin in the bathroom turn on briefly before the water stopped, soon after the large man entered the room again.

You hadn't moved, just like he told you to. You watched him crawl back on the bed, a damp rag in his hand as he wiped your legs down, starting from your ankles, "I would carry you to the shower, but you wouldn't be able to stand anyway." He laughed. You pulled your leg back, out of his grasp, "What are you doing?" You asked. Toji looked at you like you were dumb, "I'm cleaning you up?" He said like it was obvious, roughly pulling your leg back towards himself so he could wipe you clean again, kissing your ankle before he threw it over his shoulder, scooting forward to wipe down the underside of his thigh.

"You're weird, Toji fushiguro." You said, blushing at his sudden soft treatment of your body. The man laughed, reaching your sore cunt he dragged the towel through your folds, cleaning the mess the two of you made there as you groaned in distain. "Okay, baby." He replied.

[jay-joy113]

Maybe you should have listened to your parents about talking to strangers, because who could guess being kind to the crying man on the bar would lead you to this?

Yandere hopeless romantic, whos not exactly your normal loser, hes not wimpy or short, but is far too shy and anxius to talk to others.

You just wanted to drink but now you are here, hearing this absolute hot mess cry about how mean his co workers are and how he will probably die alone, its almost comical seeing a man his size cry like that.

You talked a bit with him, drink afther drink, and now here you are, in táxi, with this drunk weido, who keeps hugging you and giggling.

Are you too stupid and drunk and simply brought a man to your home? Yes. But you dont care, you are gonna score tonight.

Thats what you think before he sneaks behind you with your blanket and making a you burrito, you dont even know how to react once he holds you and carries you to the bed, like a glorified pillow.

Tho, this is probably the most loved you ever felt, his hands warm as he pets you and his voice soft as he mumbles about something you cant really get a grasp on, his lips loving as he kisses your forehead.

Hes elated, who knew a partner would simply fall on his plate that, dont worry, he wont ever leave you, never ever, he just met you but he already know you are his no matter what.

[ktownshizzle]

Love & Lullabies | Part 6

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader ✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: What begins as a simple favor for your best friend Namjoon soon pulls you into the rhythms of Yoongi’s life—afternoons spent caring for his son, late nights filled with candid conversations, and a connection neither of you thought you needed. You’re just fresh out of a long-term relationship with an ex who didn’t want a family with you, so did you really just stumble into a life you’ve always dreamed of? (Thank god Namjoon isn’t the only one who’s clumsy.) ✎ ˎˊ˗ Alternatively: It’s 2025 and BTS is prepping for their comeback. All members seem to have gained muscle weight from their time at camp. But Min Yoongi has gained a different kind of weight—an 8-pound baby and a fuck-load of responsibility. (Thank god you’re there to help him.) ✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, idol!au, Acquaintances to Lovers, Reader is Namjoon’s bestie ✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Yoongi is a DILF (!!!) That’s it. ✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter warnings: THIS IS SOFTTT YO, these two belong together <3, BUT Is Yoongi bout to fumble MC (he’s still such a guy), Sung Kyung in her villain era, mention of pornography, reunion with a precious lil someone, not betaread (I don't have an L&L beta, so…), implied sex, includes fake tumblr/discord usernames—any likeness to real moots is purely coincidental lol pls dont at me 👀 ✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 3.8k ✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: June 26, 2025 ✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: Oh hi there! I guess some of you thought with how Part 5 ended that it was the last chapter. Well somehow, it’s not! As always, I keep clowning myself with how L&L is going to go. It’s all just vibes at this point. Consider this the beginning of the next Act if you will. This is inspired by an ask/prompt sent by @yoongznme. And thank you, Yoongi, for teaching and playing music for kids with autism. You inspire me everyday in every way.

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

You’ve only got one hand free—your other is balancing a box of those orange pastries Yoongi won’t shut up about, so you reach for the keypad to his apartment, thumb tapping the code you now know by heart: Haneul’s birthday.

But the second you swing the door open, you freeze.

Standing in the entryway, pulling a sleek beige coat over her shoulders, is none other than Lee Sung Kyung.

“Oh,” she says, blinking, brows lifting ever so slightly. “Hi.”

You take in the scene: her boots by the door, a cup half-full on the counter. It’s not that scandalous, not exactly, but it sure as hell isn’t nothing, either.

You tilt your head, offering a polite smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Hi.”

“I know you. You’re the temp nanny, no? My son isn’t here, though.”

Oh wow. So that’s how she’s playing this.

You take a second, studying her face. Her expression is neutral, but her lips are just a little too tight. You have a feeling she knows exactly who you are. This isn’t ignorance. It’s a power play. A test.

Calculating your next move, you poke your tongue against the inside of your cheek—a habit you unknowingly picked up from Yoongi.

Speak of the devil. Behind her, Yoongi appears from the hallway, brows raised in alarm like he’s already running a thousand calculations on how catastrophic this looks. “You’re early,” he says to you, and then, to Sung Kyung, “I thought you were already gone.”

“I was just leaving,” she says airily, turning to glance over her shoulder. “But I couldn’t stop myself from tidying up our son’s room. His toys are all over the place.”

It isn’t. And you know it.

“Didn’t realize you were expecting company,” she jabs.

“Didn’t think I needed an appointment,” you counter, lifting the box slightly. “Brought your favorite,” you say to Yoongi, keeping your voice steady.

“Oh, but his actual favorites are the lemon tarts from Tartine?”

Ah. So she really wants to do this.

“Well,” you smile sugary, tilting your head, “you’ve been gone a while, haven’t you? He has a new favorite now.”

Sung Kyung mirrors your smile—tight, polished, and laced with something sharp.

You know Yoongi knows a cat fight is in his midst, and it would be in everyone's best interest that he does something, anything. He runs a hand over his hair, gripping his scalp tight, clearly dying inside. “Okay,” he mutters, eyes flicking between you and her. “Time to wrap this up.”

“But you haven’t even properly introduced us.” Sung Kyung grins and it’s fake as fuck. She turns to you again, not waiting on Yoongi to make the intro. “I'm Sung Kyung, Haneul’s mom, but you already knew that.”

“Y/N, Haneul’s teacher.” You let the silence stretch just a beat too long before adding:

“And Yoongi’s girlfriend… in case you didn’t know.”

There it is—a micro-flinch. Just the tiniest tick in her jaw. But it’s enough.

“Nice to meet you,” she lies, her smile stretched just a little too tight.

“Likewise,” you reply, voice honeyed. You don’t follow her with your eyes, but you do listen for the satisfying whirr of the front door locking shut.

As soon as it clicks, Yoongi groans, dragging a hand through his hair. 

“Damn, why are you so useless, bro?” you deadpan as you eye your useless boyfriend. You walk to the kitchen counter and place the box of pastries on the marble slab.

“Knew you could handle her. Wait, did you just call me bro?”

“Lucky I didn’t call you a dumbass.”

Yoongi’s at your side in an instant. “I didn’t know she was coming. I swear.”

You open the cupboard to get plates. He watches you carefully as he takes the plates from you, like he’s trying to figure out if he’s in trouble. He is, but, god that cute manbun atop his head is really doing something to you.

Because you’re too damn soft for him, you try a smile again, something less performative, as he puts the plates beside the pastry box. He suddenly pulls you into his chest, arms wrapping tightly around your waist. 

“I missed you,” he mumbles into your hair. It’s been days after all since you last saw each other.

You let the moment hang, let him get comfortable in your arms, rest his cheek on your shoulder, before you pull back just enough to look at him.

“Is that right,” you tease, voice unimpressed. “But weren’t you just playing house with your ex today?”

Yoongi immediately cups your face in his big, warm hands, squishing your cheeks such that your lips are pouting. “Baby. Sarang. I promise you I didn’t know she was coming. She dropped by to see Han. That’s it. I haven’t told her he’s in Daegu.” To top it off, he plants a kiss square on your jutting lips.

“Mhm.” You peel his palms away from your face to plate the orange danishes. “Looks like she enjoyed my silver moon tea?”

“I offered out of politeness…” he says. To his credit, he looks like he is immediately regretting this decision.

“Anything else that’s mine that she got to enjoy today?”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Come on. Don’t do this. You know it’s not like that.”

“Oh, I know,” you say sweetly, stepping in closer, “but it’s kind of fun watching you shit yourself.”

His eyes narrow. “You’re evil.”

“I’m literally an angel,” you correct, referring to the box of pastries again. “See? Still brought you these. You’re actual favorite.”

“Not gonna lie,” he leans forward. “You being possessive and shit, is actually super hot.”

You eye him suspiciously. “Did you think we were gonna fight over you then suddenly make out? This ain't one of your pornos.” You smirk pushing his face away.

He chuckles heartily, shoulders bobbing like an asshole.

“You’re lucky I didn’t make you sweat more.”

“You are making me sweat,” he mutters. “My pits are soaked. Am I in trouble? Because I still don't know at this point.”

You remember Namjoon’s advice. He told you to take it easy on Yoongi, because of all the pressure he’s been under lately. Maybe you don’t know all of it. You know it’s hard on him, but you also need your answers. If you are to really be in a relationship with him, there should be trust, and there shouldn’t be any secrets, too.

“Look, baby,” you place your hands on his shoulders, the tension easing slightly as he exhales. “First of all, change your shirt, then we will enjoy our pastries with tea and we can talk about it.” You say the last part with a small shrug, your smugness from earlier dissipating naturally.

Yoongi blinks once, and before you know what’s happening he is tugging his tshirt up, torso naked, flushed and a little shiny from sweat. The smell of musk and pheromones fill your lungs stat and you almost jump his bones in the middle of his kitchen. Miraculously, you find the sense to stop yourself.

“That's not gonna work…” you say, even as your eyes dip to the waistband of his sweats towards that tiny trail of fuzz.

“Oh?” he asks, biting his bottom lip.

Your lips twitch. “Fine. Pastries first. Kisses after.” You lean up, just brushing your mouth against his before you push him towards the hallway.

Sunday mornings are glorious. Especially this one.

You’re trying to decide whether you want more coffee or another round in Yoongi’s bed. And the fact that these are even your choices… yeah, again, fuckin’ GLORIOUS.

You’re in one of his old d-day tour shirts, sleep shorts you brought, hair a little rumpled. You feel so cozy and warm, wrapped in that easy, lazy comfort that follows a night like last night. He said he wanted to cook something before you left—breakfast, lunch, whatever time it was now—and he’s currently standing in front of the fridge, smelling something in a tupperware.

Then, you hear it. The beep of the front door. Little footsteps padding in.

“Appa!”

The tiny voice is unmistakable. You tense up, mug halfway to your lips.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, whipping your head toward Yoongi.

Yoongi’s eyes widen like he just remembered something crucial, like his son—the literal child he’s responsible for—might’ve slipped his mind. “Shit,” he says under his breath, already moving. “I was gonna tell you. Eomma’s bringing him home today.”

His EOMMA?! Fuckity fuuuuuuckk!

You don’t even get a chance to react (let alone hide) before Haneul toddles into the kitchen, backpack sliding off one shoulder, cheeks pink from the wind outside. He makes a delighted little sound when he sees you and hurls himself at your legs. You crouch just in time to catch him.

“Sarang!”

“Oh, sarang,” you breathe, pressing a kiss to his temple as he wiggles into your arms. “You’re back! Look at you, you’re so big now. I missed you.”

“Big,” Haneul says proudly. 

You laugh, hugging him tighter. “Yes, you are.”

“Appa’s right here, buddy,” Yoongi points at himself playfully. “I need a big ol’ hug, too.”

A soft voice interrupts from the doorway. “So you’re the Sarang he kept asking for.”

You look up to see Yoongi’s mom setting down a small duffel and a paper bag. Oh shit, you look like shit and she’s regal.

She’s dressed warm, a cardigan layered over a knit turtleneck, and her eyes soften when they land on you. Yoongi really takes after her.

There’s a flicker of something like déjà vu… the same look she gave you during Haneul’s first birthday when you handed her a plate of japchae and offered to hold Han while she ate.

Yoongi takes the paper bag and moves behind the counter beside you. You stand, wiggling your shorts down to make th longer, hide your legs more. Unfortunately, it ain’t working.

“Eomma,” Yoongi starts, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is Y/N.”

“We’ve met,” she says, though her tone is more amused than anything. 

Yoongi and you speak at the same time.

Him: “She’s my girlfriend.”

You: “Pardon how I—“

You look up from your bow, his words taking you by surprise. God he really sprung it on his mom like that—is he insane?! 

Yoongi’s eomma nods slowly, a smile playing in her lips. “You don’t have to apologize. We’re family here.”

Relief slowly washes over you as you stand there frozen and still mildly embarrassed, the feeling of a warm hand against the base of your spine being the only thing to thaw you out.

“Y/N is the head teacher at the HYBE daycare,” Yoongi says in a tone akin to a proud father. You warm further.

“Oh,” she nods. “That’s really good.”

“Thank you for bringing him,” Yoongi says as he takes out the banchan from the bag, stacking them on the kitchen island. “Were there paps outside?”

“No more. Those scums.” She replies with a shake of her head. “Han’s happier when he’s here at home.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi mutters, eyes flicking to you. “Me too.”

“I’m not gonna stay long.”

“You sure? I’m cooking…”

“It’s good to see you again, Mrs. Min.”

She waves a hand dismissively. “You don’t have to be formal with me. I’m happy Yoongi has someone to make sure he eats properly and wakes up when he snores.”

Yoongi’s now red in the face as Han climbs him like a monkey.

“Alright, I’m going. I’ve got some errands to run. Yoongi, Y/N. Darling…” She kisses Haneul’s cheek and just like that, she’s gone.

The apartment is quiet again. Yoongi is staring at you, equal parts apologetic and amused, as he sets Haneul down.

“You okay?” he asks carefully, as if you might combust.

You nod, following Haneul to the living room. “Yeah. A little warning would’ve been nice, but I’m starting to get used to having mini heart attacks when I’m around you.”

“I just thought it would make you happy. Seeing him again.”

Your heart softens. “Of course it does. A lot.”

“And I don’t want to give you heart attacks, okay? What I want is for you to feel safe with me.”

He takes a step closer, hugging you from behind and suddenly you’re Jack and Rose from the Titanic movie. You laugh, it’s silly. But perhaps you make a pretty picture, if a little curious for an innocent mind, because Haneul is staring at you both, babbling something incoherent but joyful.

“Welcome home, sarang.” You smile. It really does feel like home.

When you finally take a moment to just chill after work, your social media feed dishes the latest gossip about the new couple of the moment: “Sung Kyung & Yoongi.” Apparently, their couple's name is Kyungi or whatever. It’s superrr dumb.

You roll your eyes. You shouldn’t be indulging in this fodder, but you’re a masochist. Anyway, it’s just the same recycled clips: their laugh during that Suchwi­ta interview, the way they’re wearing the same necklace, the same flannel shirt. But there’s new “evidence” from her stories where she’d tagged her new theater rehearsal with Yoongi’s D‑2 album sticker artfully tucked in the corner. It has their fans spiraling, convinced it’s a secret sign. It’s not true, but you feel the pulse of irritation rise. Yoongi’s moved on, you’re here building your own life with him, and none of this recycled garbage changes that.

You kneel down to gather the rainbow sorting cubes scattered across the mat, slipping them into the plastic bin one by one. 

The door slides open, and you glance up just as Yoongi steps inside. His face is drawn, eyes shadowed from a day too long and too loud. He doesn’t say anything at first, just drops his bag near the shelf and sinks to his knees beside you.

“Didn’t expect you here,” you say gently.

He offers a faint smile, the kind that doesn��t quite reach his eyes. “Wanna go home.”

You don’t ask what he means. You don’t need to. The tabloid content is still sitting in the back of your mind, chaotic and unwanted. And maybe his, too. It weighs on him, what you think.

“Can you hand me those animal puzzles?” you ask instead, tilting your head toward the open box nearby. 

Yoongi nods, passing them over wordlessly. You both clean in silence for a few more minutes.

When the room is back in order, you flick off the lights and turn to him. “Let’s go.”

He nods. “Can you stay tonight? I don’t wanna be alone.”

“Of course.” You don’t say anything else. His somber eyes and quiet presence says enough about the weight of the world on his shoulders. You just want to carry it with him.

You spend a quiet night in, massaging the tension off his back, tucking yourself against the curve of his body, taking care of him the way you know he won’t ask for, but always needs.

Late afternoon sunlight slants through the windows, laying golden trails across the Min men’s living room.

One of them is dancing with you, little hands clapping off-beat as you jump with him to “Hop Little Bunnies” on the TV. He’s squealing in delight, his tiny legs kicking excitedly while you sway, both of you singing, laughing.

The other one is sprawled on the couch with his legs outstretched, watches with that gummy smile that melts you every time. As the song ends, he sits up, something bright in his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says, reaching to ruffle Haneul’s hair gently, “You use music at the daycare, right, for activities?”

“Of course,” you say, bouncing Han gently on your hip. “The kids love it. Why?”

He rubs the back of his neck, hesitant but excited. “I want to come by sometime… maybe play for them. Just fun songs they can move to. And I get to spend more time with you and Han.”

Your heart swells. “Yoongi,” you say, unable to hide your grin. “That’s such a good idea. They’d love that. I’d love that.”

He nods, lips curving into something shy but warm. “Cool. Just let me know when. I’ll bring my guitar.”

You’ve just finished recess at the daycare, and the room fills with the soft babbles of toddlers with post-snack zoomies. You glance over to see Yoongi carrying his guitar case through the door, a small smile on his face. You wave him in.

He gets settled by the little music corner, where there are colorful cushions, a toy piano, and a small speaker.

You introduce him. Not as SUGA. Not as Agust D. Not as Yoongi-ssi.

But as Teacher Min.

He waves in smol.

You tell the kids to clap for Teacher Min and his ears turn pink.

All the kids take turns to introduce themselves. And when it is Haneul’s turn, stars take shape in his pupils.

It’s so endearing, how Yoongi’s nervous at first. As if he has not sold out stadiums all over the world. It’s an audience of five plus you, and you can see the slight shake of his fingers when he adjusts the guitar on his knee.

You put a palm on his shoulder, just a slight reassuring touch while you address the kids and encourage them to sing and dance along. 

He strums a soft chord and launches into a gentle acoustic rendition of “Wheels on the Bus.” You sing with him and soon the kids are rolling their arms, wiggling their bums, and jumping about.

He does a few more songs after that. Every chord seems to loosen shoulders. Yoongi’s voice is sweet and a little gravelly, but surprisingly melodic, each word clear and comforting. He engages the children, encouraging them to clap along, to sing softly, to move their little hands in rhythm. 

You are by his side, heart expanding with so much happiness you think it’s gonna burst.

Midway through, his eyes light up when he locks with yours, the same sparkle you saw that one time in his living room, when he was playing with Haneul, before everything shifted and shifted again. And in that moment, something crystallizes within you, a realization so profound it makes your chest squeeze. 

Fuck. 

This is love. 

That night, you sleep over in his place. It feels natural at this point, and you’ve mastered the usual precautions—the mask, the back doors, and delayed exits. It’s all part of being with someone like him, and it’s something you are slowly but surely accepting. 

After freshening up, your feet take you to his home studio. You knock and push the door open gently. Lights low, the glow of his wide monitor casts a warmth over everything else.

Yoongi’s back is to you, head bowed slightly as his fingers glide gently over the keys. He’s playing something unfamiliar, but it aches with tenderness.

You step into the room slowly, not wanting to break the spell. And then, quietly, you come up behind him and place your hands over his shoulders.

He stills for a beat—surprised—but immediately pulls you to his his lap. “Didn’t hear you come in,” he murmurs, voice low.

“I didn’t want to interrupt.” You nuzzle closer. “You were amazing today.”

Yoongi huffs a soft laugh, turns his head slightly. “Nah. I was stiff.”

“Stop, the kids loved you. You were amazing, a natural,” you say, not allowing his usual self-deprecating behavior this time. The image of him on the daycare floor with his guitar, surrounded by adoring toddlers, the way his eyes sought you out for reassurance, your heart is still swollen from it.

You press a kiss to his temple. Then another to his cheek. 

“I love you,” you whisper. You don’t wait for a reply. You just kiss him. Slow, soft, deep. 

And when he pulls you down onto the studio couch with him, fingers trembling slightly as they undo the buttons of your blouse, it feels sacred. There’s no rush. Body to body, skin on skin, breath as one. His two hands on you like he’s never letting go. His mouth murmurs against your heat, spoiling every inch of you. And when you peak, you pour out the love that’s been accumulating even after years of missed chances, imperfect timings, wrong people—the love that was meant for him all along.

The next morning, you’re scrolling through socials when a reel pops up: POV: Free BTS concert in a daycare

The footage was taken from outside the glass doors. It catches Yoongi’s easy laughter, his tender nods and comforting presence. You’re also there, face clearly enamored. You are relieved that the kids' faces are not seen from this angle.

Thing is, the video has gone viral, and the comments section is filled with love and thirst alike:

@/tae7sykes: just when i thought i couldn’t possibly love him more. oh my hearttt @/angelshookie: am NOT crashing out or anything… #yoongimarryme @/flossydebut: AAAAGGHHH he is never beating the kind and gentle allegations @/yoonmeforever: this is so special 😭 @/undeniablekittens: fuck this man is so perfect and amazing 🥹 @/novemberjade: husband husband husband 🫠 @/miniboni: omg why is this so cute???

You tap it again, your heart full but racing—it’s true, it’s real, and everyone else just saw what you’ve known from the start. And at the bottom, amidst the flood of praise, one comment catches your eye and suddenly the ringing in your ears is louder than bombs.

@/lee-sungkyung: proud ❤️❤️❤️

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𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆

⊱✿⊰ summary: your bestfriend asks you to teach him how to please a woman

⊱✿⊰ warnings: fingering, kissing, touching boobies, fem reader, SMUT WRITTEN BY A MINOR (dont report jst block pls), part one out two maybe, title from a wattpad book I read ifykyk

⊱✿⊰ notes: uhm so im slightly afraid to write smut abt a character ik my sister likes especially since she is in tumblr and knows my account. but like this idea is too good to pass up im sorry gang. Sissy if you see this dont judge ☠️ in fact dont mention it to me unless you liked it

im sorry for sinning 😔

"you want me to...what?" you asked, staring incredulously at the boy in front of you. his hair was a flaming pink, hiding his face in his hoodie. but you really had to hear him again, make sure you knew exactly what he was asking you to do.

"i want you to t-teach me," he stuttered, peeking a glance at you, "how to touch a g-girl."

so you hadn't misheard him originally, he really wanted you to show him the ropes on...sex? you could feel your heart speed up, imagining having his hands on you.

fuck, if you didn't already have a crush on idia this might just take you over the edge. it was to no surprise he was a virgin, he was a major recluse. but the fact he wanted to learn how to have sex, how to take care of the woman? that was more exciting than the actual thought of fucking him. (that was a lie but nobody needs to know that.)

he must've taken your silence negatively because he immediately groaned and said, "just forget it. it was a bad idea to even ask, i'm sorry."

before you could even think about it, you said quickly, "no,no don't be sorry. i'll do it; i'll teach you."

now it was his turn to give you a shocked look, surprised you had agreed. maybe it's weird for two friends to have sex, but you weren't sure you and idia had ever had a fully normal friendship. and if this is the only way you can have him close, then so be it.

but starting off strong might scare him off from the idea of sex - and romance - for the rest of his life. so you ought to start small, very very small.

you got closer until you could feel the warmth of his skin aganist yours, feeling his breath aganist your cheek. you gently grabbed his face, holding onto him delicately. your hands cupped his cheeks, as though he was your whole world and you were trying to contain it between your two palms.

"we can start with kissing," you whispered, watching the way he trembled when your lips brushed aganist the corner of his mouth. he was nervous, so delightfully scared you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in the bottom of your tummy.

he swallowed and nodded, eyes wide and unsure. but that was alright, as long as you were the confident one for him. you brought his face closer to yours until you were kissing.

it was...awkward at first. he smashed his lips aganist yours, accidentally crashing his teeth into you. but then he tried again- softer this time. he savored your taste, letting you tilt his head this way and that to maximize the delicate sensations.

once he got more used to your kisses, you got closer. close enough you were quite literally straddling his lap. his bulge poked into your thigh, coaxing the fire in your core you hadn't even realized turned into an inferno.

you kissed him again, more insistent this time. your hands tangled in his hair, tugging on it until he let out a pretty little moan. you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into his waiting mouth, allow your muscle to explore him. to utterly and entirely devour him.

idia whined, pulling away for a moment. he blinked, cheeks flushed and his expression ful of wide eyed wonder. you felt your lips curve into a smile, the slightest flicker of pride when you realized you caused your friend to look like that.

"i want to t-touch you," he huffed, whispering your name like it was a confession of sin. perhaps it was, after all you were now a teacher of seduction. the lecturer of debauchery.

"patience, baby." you said, patting his cheek. he glared at you half heartedly, though it quickly vanished when you rolled your hips ever so teasingly. he groaned, eyebrows knitted together as though he was trying to concentrate on holding himself together.

"i've been patient." idia argued, lifting his hands from his sides to squeezing your hips. it felt nice, the large expanse of his palm pressed aganist the squish of your hips. squeezing it, kneading it...

"alright alright." you laughed, focusing on idia instead of the wetness collecting in your underwear. fuck, how was he getting to you so effortlessly?

now you had to figure out how to possibly get idia to not combust into flames at seeing you naked. (though a small, devious, part of you enjoyed the idea.)

"tell me to stop if it gets to be too much." you said softly, pulling off from his lap. you missed the contact, but it didn't matter much. you would be much closer in a matter of moments.

a strange part of you enjoyed having him stare so intently as you pulled off your clothes, letting each item crumple to the ground. his eyes were so wide, his hair that pretty pink flaming behind him.

you pulled off your underwear until you were left there entirely exposed to your best friend. his eyes were everywhere, scanning every inch of you as if you were a new puzzle for him to solve.

"you're so pretty," he whispered, his voice almost achingly raw. his hands clenched the fabric of his pants, as if he was wishing to reach out and touch you.

"alright, idia." you said, clearing your throat from the sappy and decidedly not friendly feelings forming. you crawled back into the bed, patting it so he was sitting in front of you.

despite your initial hesitance, you laid on the bed and opened your legs for him. you let him stare at your pussy, practically drooling. although you were growing antsy for his hands on, and inside, you. so you didn't last very long with only his eyes caressing your skin.

you sat up and grabbed his hand, placing it on your tit. he practically jumped in his skin, letting out a surprised sound. but it could partially be due to the fact your nipple had hardened so quickly under his touch, pebbled and ready for him to play with.

"most girls need quite a bit of foreplay before the whole sex thing," you explained, trying to remember the whole reason you were in this situation was because he wanted to learn how to pleasure a woman. "and boobs are pretty sensitive so its good to play with."

he nodded, still fondling your breasts in his hands. he glanced at you, as though needing one last ounce of permission before he touched you fully. so you gave it to him, nodding and laying down.

a squeal was ripped from your lips when he suctioned his lips to your nipple, pinching your other. how the fuck did he learn that?

idia popped his mouth off your tit and gave you an anxious look, "i'm sorry! i heard that was something people do and i wanted to try but i didn't realize you might not-"

"its okay, idia." you interrupted, not wanting him to stress over something as silly as your noises, "i made that noise because it feels good. if i don't like something i'll tell you, okay?"

he frowned a bit, blushing, but overall nodded. then as if he was on a mission, he went back to licking and sucking on your nipples. he altnerated between them, making sure they recieved equal attention.

"idia," you said, though it ended up sounding a bit more like a whine. your pussy was feeling neglected, the cool air hitting aganist the slick to make you even more sensitive.

you grabbed his hand, trailing it down your stomach and lower until it brushed aganist your wet folds. he let out a shocked gasp, reanimating his hand and collecting some of the slick.

"you're so wet," he murmured, sort of exploring your pussy like it was some sort of invention he wanted to know how was made. you bit your lip to hide your whimper, wishing he could just find your clit and help you already.

"ngh, fuck," you groaned, giving up on letting him explore. you were needy enough that your head was spinning, your bones were melting.

"can you find go a bit higher, find my-" your voice was cut off when he found your clit, his eyes on your face the entire time. they were wide and innocent, examining your reactions like he was going to write a lab report about it.

he rubbed it in rough circular motions, slightly harsh that tinged the edges of your pleasure with pain. but overall he was doing a good job, even more so when you told him to rub your bundle of nerves more gently.

"do you just watch a lot of, ah, porn?" you asked, your hips twitching whenever he pinched that sensitive bud.

he gave you a shy look and shrugged, "i g-guess. i just tried learning about this online but it's not the same."

you nodded, knowing that was true. if you could get real dick online you'd be a lot more relaxed than you usually are. those with lack of orgasms tended to be rather high strung.

"well you're doing a good job, idia." you said, giving him a smile. it was slightly breathless, broken up by the whimperish sounds you were making. idia seemed to like them though, knowing he was causing you to feel that way.

"put your fingers inside, y-yeah, fuck," you sighed, "just like that."

his fingers were longer than they were thick, filling you up in ways you didn't realize those particular appendages could. he kept them there without moving for a moment, unsure, but when you nodded he started pumping them in and out. he started with two fingers, god were you really that wet? how down bad were you for this man?

"mhm, shit." you mewled, bucking your hips up when he curled his fingers inside of you. he wa still rubbing your clit as he did this, remembering what you taught him.

your core tightened, closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. it was like being on a roller coaster, waiting for the drop. it was going higher, higher, higher still. pausing right at the edge, teetering to make you feel even more blissful when you rushed down.

"fuck, fuck, idia!" you whined all of a sudden, feeling your orgasm slam aganist you. your pussy gushed, creaming around his fingers. your cunt clenched, tightening around his fingers like a vice.

once you came down from your high, you blinked in awareness cutting through the haze of lust. you hadn't even touched idia, was he upset? technically this was about him learning how to touch a girl but it felt embarrassing you came when he didn't.

he pulled his fingers out of you, wiping them with a napkin. so you sat up, ready to ask him if he wanted you to return the favor when your eyes fell on to the very apparent dark spot on the front of his jeans. oh.

he noticed you looking and said loudly, "stop looking! i know it's such a noob move of me but leave me alone! i'm still learning the control to this game."

you laughed in surprise, a bit amused that he was still acting normal. and to be honest you were flattered he came in his pants just at watching you.

"i'm not making fun of you, idia. it happens, okay?" you said, patting his hand slightly. he watched you but nodded, his face still that pretty bright red.

"alright well i got to get dressed before somebody walks in and realized what we were doing." you said grabbing your clothes and hurrying to the bathroom to hide the way your heart fluttered.

you were in big big trouble. now that you've felt his hands on you, how would you ever go back to normal? to just being friends when all you wished was to be his and for him to be yours. maybe you won't get his love, but at least you had his lust for this fleeting moment.

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hello! I recently got into fanfics again and youre such a talented writer 💗 i was hoping to get theo or/and mattheo w a Hufflepuff reader whose been acting really bratty so they put her in her place 👁👁 i hope its not too much for u n if u dont feel like it thats totally fine too! 🤞

Yes! I didn't specify the house, but I hope this works!

Attitude

Theodore Nott X F!Reader

Warnings: Orgasm denial, unprotect sex, creampie, cussing.

18+ Minors DNI!

You normally were so sweet. Never really had much of an attitude, or at least, if you did, it never lasted long. However, today, you were moody and short with people, especially to your sweet boyfriend Theodore. He was trying to figure out what you needed all day. Getting you food and sweets, trying to give you affection, trying to give you space, trying to make you laugh. None of it was working. He was losing his patience.

It was just before dinner when you decided to say another snarky thing to him while you were sitting with the boys. He snapped and dragged you over to the bathroom. You thought you were gonna get a lecture about talking to him disrespectfully in front of his friends. Instead, he had you bent over the sink, panties around your ankles while he fucked you from behind.

“You need to drop the attitude, cara mia.” He said, watching your face in the mirror. “I’ve been very patient with you today.”

“Just shut up and fuck me.” You moaned, gripping onto the sink.

Wrong choice of words because he pulled out and turned you around, gripping your waist tightly. “Is that how you talk to me?” His voice was low and stern.

“Can you please just fuck me, Theo.” You whined.

“What did I say about the attitude?” He warned, tilting his head down slightly.

“Drop it.” You said, huffing.

“Exactly.” He said, his tone a little softer. “So, how about we try that again?”

You rolled your eyes and before you could say anything, he grabbed your face with one hand.

“Without the attitude.”

You sighed, letting your body relax. “Can you please fuck me, Theo?”

“Much better.” He said with a small smile.

He lifted you up onto the sink and pulled your panties off your ankles as he stepped between your legs. He teased your entrance before thrusting in, making you both moan.

“Give me attitude again and I’ll stop, you understand?” He asked, taking your chin in his fingers to tilt your head to look up at him.

“Yes.” You nodded.

He started thrusting, holding onto your hips tightly. You held onto the sink as you tried staying still from his thrusts, moaning his name.

“You gotta be quiet. People will hear.” He warned.

You nodded, biting down on your lip to try to quiet your moans.

He smiled at your attempt and moved one hand to rub at your clit, causing your moans to get louder as you threw your head back. You brought a hand to your mouth, covering it to muffle the moans.

“Just needed to get fucked to lose that attitude, huh?” He teased, leaning in to kiss your neck.

You were so close, your pussy clenching around him as you cried out into your hand.

Then he stopped, ripping a whine from your throat.

“What?” You asked, moving your hand from your mouth as you tried moving your hips to get some of that feeling back.

“You didn’t think I’d let you cum that easily with that attitude?” He said with a smile as he leaned back to look at you.

You groaned, leaning your head back. “Please, Theo. I was so close.”

“Next time, I won’t be so nice, principessa.” He said before started to thrust again, rubbing at your clit.

You had to cover your mouth again, moaning loudly, eyes rolling back. Your orgasm was building up again almost as fast as it had left. You came around him with a cry of his name into your hand, trembling as he came too, spilling his cum into you. He pulled out and pulled your 

panties back up onto you.

“Gotta keep that in. Think of that every time you wanna act up again, hm?” He smiled before helping you off the sink.

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GOLF CART GIRL — D. ART

AUTHORS NOTE: sorry ik i alr made a blurb like this one but i keep seeing tiktoks about it soo... this is loosely based on tiktoks from @/carlyyhoward!!

you took the job as a summer job.

something temporary.

what you didnt expect was getting so much money out of it.

the game of being a beverage golf cart girl was easy; be friendly, bubbly, and wear skirts. men were easy to manipulate. flutter your eyelashes at them and they give you a huge tip.

it was mostly old men tho, married men that are thirsty for young meat. but here and there they brought their sons. like today; mr. donaldson was a regular at the golf course. he was polite, gave you generous tips while also not being entirely creepy.

he never mentioned having such a handsome son.

art didnt really want to be there. wearing a polo while the sun shines right at him. yeah no. but his dad insisted, and he did want a break from tennis, so what better way than to replace tennis with golf.

"hello mr. donaldson!" a sweet voice shaked him from zoning out. he looked towards the source, only to see a pretty girl smiling widely at his father. "hey sweetie." his dad said while walking up to you.

frankly, he was interested on who you were, so he followed his father. "where are the other boys?" you hummed, smiling at his father. he was a bit offended you havent even looked at him, but he stays quiet. "oh you know, their families. i wanted to have a day alone with my boy over here." his dad nodded towards art, and finally, you both made eye contact.

your smile was contagious. he couldn't help but smile back at you, holding out his hand like a gentleman he is.

"art donaldson. nice to meet you." he softly, and you say your name back to him. he holds your hand a fraction longer then he should, but he just cant help it. "mr. donaldson," you said to his father with a teasing grin. "you never told me your good looks ran through your family."

his father laughs, patting art's back firmly. "what can i say?" he looks between his father and you before settling his gaze fully on you. he knows you're draining his fathers pockets, draining the pockets of every man in the course actually. but god do you look good doing it.

you hop off the cart, and he gets a good look at you fully.

he swallows.

"so what are we drinking today?" you hum, looking between both boys expectantly. his father pats his bakc again. "you choose son, ill be right back." he watches as bis father walks to the restroom before sighing. "two fireball shots, please."

as if on cue, a group of men approach you. "did you do something new with your hair?" one man asks, grinning. "oh nothing, just put a little bow." you respond sweetly, winking at him before turning away to do his order.

"you look really beautiful in pink," another man says, leaning a bit too close to you. he wants to butt in, protect you.

but you dont need protecting. "oh thank you, you're so nice." its a simply answer, but he can tell the effect it has on all of them. your sweet yet seducing tone, a tone you use to get all your tips. and god damn does it work wonders.

you give him his drinks and take the orders of the other men. he stands there idly, waiting for them to leave so he can pay you. once they leave, he pulls out cash. "oh no no," you say, gently folding his hand back in as he gives u the money. "its on your fathers tab, dont worry." you smile at him, and while, yes, its the same smile you use on the others, he's not exactly immune to your charms.

"no please, put it on me." he insists, taking a step forward so he's looming over you. you dont know if its his height, or maybe simply that he's someone around your age and not some old man, but you stutter. "i-um-" you clear your throat before chuckling softly. "okay, sure." you pull out a pen and your sticky notes. "what's your member number?"

he gives you his number, and as you finish, his hand gently touches yours, slowly passing you the money. "what's yours?" he asks. its a smooth move, or atleast it worked on you enough for you to crack a genuine smile. "sorry i dont give out my number."

he nods before tucking a stray piece of hair off your face. "oh okay." he's getting bold and he hasnt even drank from his drink. "but you're going to give it to me." his words have a demanding undertone, and it would make you uncomfortable if it was anyone else.

but it isnt anyone else

its him; a guy your age who happens to be handsome.

"fine." you give in, writing your phone down, folding the paper and placing it in his hand. he grins, putting in his pocket. you walk away from him, getting back to the cart. "are you coming around again?" he asks, a tinge of hope in his tone as he grabs the drinks. "do you want me to?"

he looks down with a wide smile. he feels like a little kid with all the flirting going on. you really do know how to make a guy fold.

"i would love you to."

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

✩ Friends With Bedefits ✩

✩ Fandom: Date Everything! ✩

✩ Pairing: Betty x F!Reader ✩

✩ Rating: Explicit ✩

✩ Word Count: 1.4k ✩

✩ Summary: You've come to realise that Betty has seen more of you then you originally thought. Included all the failed attempts to make yourself cum. You're too embarrassed to look her in the eye, meanwhile she's trying to get you to let her help with your problem.✩

✩ A/N: im not immune to the sexy bed. dont judge me.

Betty loves when you spend time with her. You're a good listener and are more than happy to talk her ear off when she asks to just hear your voice. Albeit you start to stumble over yourself when she compliments what a lovely voice you have. Although she's noticed that you've suddenly turned shy. That even though you'll still address her with the usual candour, the second your eyes meet, suddenly you're looking straight to the floor.

Not to mention the way you rub your palms together and sway back and forth on your feet, hurriedly rushing through the conversation to attempt to hide away elsewhere throughout the house before eventually coming straight back to her. She can't recall doing anything of late that would have you quite so flustered, the latest was when she complimented how good a pair of jeans fit around your ass and gave it a playful pinch. To which you have yet to put them back on much to her disappointment, but you seemed to stop keeping your backside out of her reach at least a week ago now, so it can't be that.

"As much as I find it so cute how shy you get, I've gotta know what's brought this on?" She questions you when you come to see her later on. Your eyes search around the room again, settling anywhere but on her. You seem to squirm in place at the question, she can feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off your body like a warm blanket.

"Ah well, I just had a thought about... well..." she waits for you to finish finding the words, "how much you've seen given that you're my bed and all."

"I get it. It's super vulnerable right? But I'm not going to judge you considering you didn't know." You've unintetionally shared some of the most intimate moments a person can with her, so the sudden shift makes sense. "Is there something specific?" However, the way you fall silent when she asks makes her realise exactly what you were so flustered about. "I see. If it makes you feel better, I liked seeing that." You practically squeak at her words.

"Umm..." not even being able to find exactly what to say to her in that moment. Only spluttered words of what could make a sentence fly out of your mouth and she seizes the opportunity to press you further.

"I just wished I could have done more." She means it, if you weren't so skittish when it came to physical affection, she really would have pounced on you before now. "I mean it was really hard having to hear you get right where you need to and end up frustrated. I wanted to help you out so badly." Many a night she heard as your fingers failed to quite scratch the itch. You'd huff and roll over into bed, wet and wanting, deciding to simply go to sleep instead. Poor thing. She would have gladly helped, reach with her fingers the places yours couldn't. Taste you in a way that would have you crumbling into her.

"So you saw every time?" You manage to ask eventually. It's exactly as you feared. That she's seen you in more compromising positions then any other being that walked the Earth. You can't even think about how she's not the only one, you might pass out if you think too hard.

"I saw enough to know a sweet girl like you needs someone to help take care of your needs." Your breath hitches at her words. "And I'm more than willing." You seem to go through several internal monologues while standing in front of her before finally meeting her gaze.

"You don't have to do anything." You're starting to rub your palms together, only for your hands to end up encased in hers.

"Oh but I want to." Want is burning behind her eyes and the sight of it makes you quiver. "I'd rile myself just imagining getting the chance to show you a good time. And now the chance is here." She drops her voice nice and low. "Just say the word and I'll make it happen."

"Please," it sounds so pleasant coming from you, the little plea. Especially combined with that heated look you give her, mind racing at the thought of what she might do to you.

"What nice manners." She can't wait to hear more of them. "Lets get you out of those clothes and nice and comfy." She steps back to let you undress but her eyes don't leave your form. You feel ever so hesitant at first but eventually start peeling back the layers of clothes on your body. "You can leave those on, I'm more than happy to take them off you when you're nice and ready." She calls out when you're down to just your bra and panties. She closes the gap between you, pressing her lips to yours, when she pulls away you feel her look you up and down. "You're gorgeous, you know? I can't believe a pretty thing like you is alone in her bed all the time."

"I can't believe someone as pretty as you is my bed." Your reply makes her smile. She kisses you again.

"You're so sweet, it's making me want to eat you up." She leads you to bed, having you lie back into the nestle of pillows at the top, having your knees upright. "But we'll get to that part," she slots herself between your legs, littering kisses from your lips, down your jaw and then to the side of your neck. Her hands slide up your back to unclasp your bra with ease, giving her free access to continue her journey down to your chest. Her tongue slides against your left nipple, when you gasp at the sensation, she continues before sucking the nub just enough to make you whine. She moves onto the right to do the same thing, before going further down your body.

She ends up hovering above your naval. She gazes up at you, a pair of fingers pressing against your clothed entrance where a wet patch was starting to form against the fabric. The friction makes you moan. "So worked up and we haven't even gotten to the good part yet. Don't worry baby I've got you." She presses a kiss to your covered clit, making you squirm in place but she doesn't linger for long. Hands reaching to pull the fabric down, getting you to position your legs so she can pull them off and throw them somewhere else in the room.

She doesn't waste anymore time, before you know it her tongue drags along your folds, reaching up to the sensitive nub and circling around it. You cry her name out from the feeling, she continues to tease you on her tongue in slow motions until she hears your pleas for more. She latches her lips around your clit, causing you to cry out at the sudden suction. She follows up with a finger sliding itself inside your dripping entrance, shortly after she adds another.

She wonders what you were thinking about on those nights where you tried your best to chase a fraction of what you were feeling now. Was there someone who had caught your eye? Or were you simply worked up and needing release? The fact that you still tried even with the inevitable disappointment that left you needy and thighs absentmindedly rubbing together to create any friction was enough to have her imagining being your savior.

But experincing it now, hearing the moans fall from your lips as your body arches into her, while your walls clench against her fingers with each thrust and movement of her tongue, it was better than she dreamed. "Betty, I'm so close!" Especially the way her name sounds coming from your mouth, need clinging to every word. Will you think about her from now on in your fantasies? The thought of her racing in your thoughts the same way you do hers makes her all too aware of how wet she is.

"Let go for me gorgeous," she pulls back just voice the words to you. Before wrapping her mouth back around your clit. She curls her fingers to reach your sweet spot, something that makes your thighs shake and makes your body jerk. It isn't too long after that you're seeing stars and letting out a whimper as your orgasm washes over you. She pistons her fingers and gives you a few last licks, letting you ride out your high. She moves away to look up at your dazed expression. "Are you still with me up there?" You nod. "Glad to hear it." She waits for you to eventually come down. And when you do, offers to give you a demonstration of how she manages to cum against her own fingers. Delighted with how nicely you ask her to show you.

[shmalk]

141 is filled with alphas, not a single omega in sight. there are a few betas, but they're either low-ranking or transfers that were never going to last.

like you! (beta!reader) who works at reception and takes calls, scans badges and is the first point of contact for the task force.

none of them know your name, none of them even speak to you - maybe price, when you transfer a call to him, he'll mumble a thank you. or even laswell, when you bring her a coffee.

it's nothing, really, you don't mind.

only, one day, a totally normal friday, you've done the exact same style in your hair you always have, and you're wearing more clothes than you were yesterday.

price wants a coffee, sure- you make it, just the way he likes, and head towards his office. you knock, and wait a few seconds until you hear 'come in.'

the office is silent, it usually is - but this time there's more than just price inside.

they're finishing up just as you enter, soap and gaz sitting in front of the desk whilst ghost leant against the back wall.

"my apologies, captain." your voice isn't exactly quiet - why should it be, you've done nothing wrong, but its still respectful. price just nods as you place the cup down on his desk.

"thanks, that's all." he dismisses everyone in the room, and you wait for the boys to file out before you do, soap and gaz both giving you a cheeky smile.

ghost is the one to hold open the door, standing just adjacent to the doorway with his arm sprawled against it. its a heavy door, and you swallow as you pass him.

"thank you," you all but mumble out as you rush past him - straight into the break room.

you can't help but rant about the situation to your roommate whilst you're packing up your things, your phone tucked between your jaw and shoulder.

"i mean- he held the door open for me and i couldn't even look him in the eye to say thank you!" you stress, throwing your bag into your passenger seat before leaning back against your car. "god, all i wan't right now is a plate of sushi and some boba."

"too bad its pizza night, dweeb."

"thats not fair! i could loose my job, i should be allowed to eat my comfort food when im stressed out."

you stress about it over the whole weekend, and when you return back to work on monday you try to act as casual as possible. of course, you don't see ghost - price doesn't order a coffee, and youre break time comes around quicker than you expected.

you had brought- oh, theres- your favourite sushi, and a boba drink sitting where your food was supposed to be. in somewhat messy hand writing, on a small piece of paper, theres your name.

signed ' s. riley. '

i am a sucker for sweet lil moments like this !!

in my head i think that simon would like a beta, or an alpha, but in this lil snippet (which is CERTAINLY getting turned into a fic) he's big and broad and gets worried when he's with alphas because they can't think straight, he tells them what to do and he does it.

but you? you dont react to his scent or chase him down to get him to court you - so, of fource, he courts you. <3

[hellspawnmotel]

do you have any personal thoughts on what exactly is it that drives the player to do a snowgrave route? or do you think we're not supposed to know yet..? like you know how in undertale the genocide route is mostly about curiosity and using the player's completionist mentality agaisnt them, i feel like snowgrave has something to do with the prophecy but we cant know for sure yet, do you think snowgrave would be more about playing with people's feelings or something like that ? sorta like, "I like noelle so i'll spend more time with her and make her strong" "i dont like berdly so i'll play the route where he dies" or maybe literally just "I love when stories make me feel awful so that's why i'll play the Mean route" LMAO since i think thats common in ppl who like to discuss the route

it’s interesting, I think it’s something we don’t really have enough information to know yet. I think it depends on the nature of the soul and how it got to this world, what put it here and why. I think…. the holiday family is kind of the center of everything, and noelle is the only member of it who’s like, available? rudy’s in the hospital and carol & dess are already fully involved, but noelle was still innocent and ignorant, and healthy. so to that end I don’t think it’s necessarily about who noelle is as a person, it’s because she has access to this power. the ability to break the game.

the thing that keeps getting brought up in chapter 3 is “freedom”. you want to play your own way and do whatever you want. youre enjoying the youthful days. it’s fun. I think the mechanics of the weird route are in direct conversation with the geno route and how people have reacted and gotten used to it over the years, and turned it from like a dark secret to half the conversation around undertale. so it’s asking “how far are you willing to go in order to achieve that same ‘freedom?’ we already know you’re willing to kill all these sweet and fun characters, you want that same thing again, but what if the only avenue to get there was through the slow psychological destruction of an innocent girl? would you be willing to do these terrible things to her? would you be willing to select just the right action to hurt her over and over? would you be willing to sit and watch the consequences of what you’ve done?”

I mean. that’s one angle anyway. I also subscribe to the idea of the weird route as “power-leveling” your favorite character, or just wanting to make the “weak girl” into something strong and threatening, in defiance of all those games that wouldn’t let you do just that. youre helping her of course. and girls like her dont usually get to become the strongest. you want to see it just once.

I think the former is much more likely to be the overall “point” of the weird route, but maybe the latter is like, the internal justification the player/soul gives themselves within the narrative. and of course in real life every actual person playing is going to feel differently and have different reasons. but again, we really don’t have enough information to make that kind of call. it could just as easily be something that will become clear only when we get much deeper in.

[phantolove]

can you write for Shin? like maybe reader keeps rejecting him and he still keeps trying and trying till the reader says yes 🙏 (we do i dont like angst) like he goes all out even asking help from Wakasa or Takeomi, giving out gifts and etc.

ᝰ.ᐟ going after her I shinichiro sano

you work close by his motorbike shop, when you once came by to get your bike repaired, he had kept chasing you ever since, trying to ask you to go out with him

warnings: not much? just some sweet shit cause we love shin<3

a/n. YESS OF COURSEE, we gotta give some love to him too. rlly hope its okay since it was my first time writing himm

it had all started with a simple coffee.

it was not even a specific one. just a half-sweet iced latte. one morning, you found it waiting on the register in the music shop you worked at. there was no note. no message. there was just your name scribbled across the side, spelled correctly even, which was rare enough.

"uh..who brought this?" you'd asked your coworker, confused. she had shrugged it off and told you it was a tall guy, black hair. "oh, that was that Sano guy. from the motor shop down the street, you know the one"

you blinked and looked back at the coffee. "…shinichiro?"

"yeah, exactly that guy. he said something about you forgetting your 'morning happiness' or something cheesy was it"

you rolled your eyes so hard and let out the loudest sigh possible. it had happened a few times before, but you brushed it off.

still, you drank the coffee while you worked through your day.

---

the next day, he was waiting outside the shop, pretending he just happened to be walking by, leaning against his bike with a lopsided smile and a new cigarette behind his ear.

"morning", he said casually, offering you another coffee. he had one himself and waited for your response.

"do you happen to be stalking me now?" you asked and crossed your arms slowly, side eyeing him.

"nah" he said, voice really calm but he was totally freaking out inside. "just..uh trying to bribe you into saying yes..maybe?"

"to..uh what?"

he gave you a grin and then spoke up again. "to going out..with me", shinichiro then looked down and fidgeted with with his fingers to wait for your response, a little hope still hanging on.

you scoffed as you looked for your keys, opening up the shop. before you "no..not happening.."

you slammed the door on him and he sighed, rubbing his hands down his face. but that wasnt going to mean he'd give up.

you had turned him down the first time, thinking it was just a joke. most guys did it to mess with you, you had given up on looking for love.

but the second time, you were sure of it, it had to be. shinichiro Sano? that shinichiro? the former black dragon leader and now a bike shop owner?

you werent interested in being someones punchline. not if it meant your heart would get broken again, leaving you hanging off of hopes someone would want you.

but shinichiro wasnt joking. that was the thing. the moment you had brought your bike to his shop, he had been so mesmerized by you. there was just something about you he couldnt explain it to himself. he just wanted to get to know you and see you more often.

but then his head snapped back to the voice of his friend.

"your hopeless, y'know that?"

wakasas voice echoed through the now empty motor shop as he sat cross-legged on the floor, watching shinichiro hold up two different jackets in front of a cracked mirror. looking wy too lost for his own good.

"im being strategic, that isnt hopeless Waka", Shinichiro replied, putting on the darker one. "she keeps rejecting me.."

"you are a mess, thats why shin. gotta improve your flirting skills"

"yeahhh..no that is not going to do the job"

wakasa smirked a bit and pulled out the dango skewer that was between his lips. "hm maybe you gotts start wearing a different cologne?"

"…should i?", he now turned to the other man, who was still sat on the floor and glancing up at him.

"oh my god yer actually hopeless shin"

shinichiro sighed deeply and ran a hand through his black hair. "she wont even look me in the eye or bother to speak to me..god no woman wants me its evil at this point.."

"maybe cause yer overdoing it. yer popping up like a ghost everywhere she goes n handing her shit"

"not true, nuh uh", he mumbled, clearly lying.

wakasa raised an eyebrow. his hooded eyes staring him up and down, yep he was def jduging his friend by that.

"kay, maybe it is true. but i still want her to..y'know give me a chance waka"

"why her though?", wakasa finally asked, his tone a little more serious now. "Ya never chased a girl this hard before, gave up the moment they rejected you. i mean, yer handsome best friend (meaning himself very obviously) stole em all"

shinichiro threw him a glare, god it was embarassing he even brought that up and praised his good looks. he didnt look bad himself either.

"she seems genuine, like when i see her working, she is so..lost in her world". he said after wakasas oh so good story telling. "she doesnt laugh at my lame jokes just to be nice or uh..well to hurt my feelings. plus..it seems like she is something more behind those words"

wakasa tilted his head, humming and casually nodding.

"she's also really pretty. or when she says something, she means it. i dont feel like..like i have to be anything but me around her. yeah she rejects me..but i just know she is the one"

wakasa blinked slowly and stood up. walking over to his friend and putting his hand on his shoulders. there was a slight smirk tugging at his lips, totally meant he was gonna say something.

"yer actually so down bad its hilarious shin"

"fuck you"

---

on the 6th day

he left a little doodle on the register. it was sctibbly, clearly drawn on the back of a parts invoice, but it was a scribbled drawing of you. wearing a helmet, grinning, riding on the back of a motorcycle that was very poorly drawn. kinda cute.

the note also had a little text below the doodle. "just imagined what it might look like if you said yes and we could ride some bikes together"

another slow sigh had left your lips. he really wasnt going down this fast. you stuffed it into your bag. you shouldnt have kept it, but you did. it meant nothing in the end..right?

on the 9th day

this time he even came by your apartment with a small box in his hands. he was sweating bullets because maybe, just maybe this was a little crazier than before, but he followed wakasas advice. guess he had to suck it up now. you hadnt lived far from him so he thought perhaps this could earn him a chancem

but of course. you refused to open the door and only spokethrough the intercom of the apartment.

"sano..what in the world do you want now? i could call the police on you..you know?", you tried to make it sound like a warning, but couldnt shake the feeling off that he was probably trying to be genuine about this. about his feelings and the will to get to know you.

" theres..somethin' i made for you". he said very slowly. "i know its stupid, but..but i truly didnt know how else i was supposed to show you that i mean it"

this only made your heart skip a beat, he made you something?

"uhm..what are you trying to say?"

"that I like you", he held the box a bit tighter and continued to speak. "for real. like actually real real. not because im just chasing you for a one time thing. i just..i like you. id love to get to know you..fuck and if this is annoying you, ill stop. i promise. but if theres even a 1% chance you like me too, please..open the door for me"

you didnt. you could hear the sincerity behind his words and that scared you more than anything. shinichiro placed the box down and left with a defeated sigh.

after the roaring of his bike disappeared, your feet almost moved on your own as you went to open the door, the box neatly placed on the ground. you picked it up and walked inside, opening it very gently.

and inside was a hand-crafted keychain. a tiny silver motorcycle, customized with your initial carved underneath the wheels. you held it in your hand for a long time. this was..something you never had expected. no guy was this hard on chasing you.

you hated how your heart fluttered. maybe you were a little too harsh to him..

on the 12th day

after practicing this in your head, you had finally decided that you would confront him. personally in his shop. even if it meant your nevers were going to burst any moment.

when you entered, you saw hime as he was under a bike, cursing softly to himself, hands covered in oil, cigarette unlit between his lips. he looked..kinda cute just..doing his own thing.

"ill go out with you sano. i had a lot to think about and..i guess id like to know you better too..", your voice was a little quieter than usual, but then a thud made you gasp.

he had sat up too fast, bumping his head. "ow..fuck shit..uh- wait what!?"

he slowly came from underneath the bike, standing up and wiping his hands on a towel. his face was..well, slightly flushed. "wait..your not kidding me right now..?"

you sat down on the chair by the bike he was working on and nodding. he swore he could pass away right now from the way you looked at him. now he finally had the chance to really look at you with those dull black eyes that somehow always sparkled when they landed on you.

"yes im being real serious now with you too", you giggled and looked at him. somehow it all felt so much..ligher? but now being here and actually talking properly, showed you a different side of him.

"then lets go out", you were biting back a smile when you saw the way his eyes lit up. its like he couldnt even believe it himself you were really saying this to him.

"one date as a start so we get to know each other. and dont ruin it sano, i beg of you", you both laughed at it, and yeah, maybe it jsut had to start off with a coffee he always brought every morning to spark this.

"dont worry, i absolutely will ruin it", he said with a wide grin, "but in the most charming way possible a sano could do!"

and this was for sure going to bloom into something beautiful. he couldnt wait for the date at all.

he couldnt wait to see you again.

[applejade]

Safe

Warnings: Age gap(reader is grown!!), smut, Sevika is called mama/mommy kink, Sevika acts as a caregiver/guardian for some years, isolation, tribbing, cunnilingus, squirting, the fic is kinda freaky, if any of these warnings sound scary to you pls don’t read🙏🏾

7 years ago you laid in the streets of Zaun - malnourished and dirty. Without a home, with no family in sight.

Sevika came to you like a guardian angel sent from the universe herself. She took pity on you. Took you in and raised you up from the frightened, lonely teen you used to be.

Now at 22, you were still frightened and still lonely, but at least you had her. She was all you had.

When she would take her nightly trips to the last drop you weren't allowed with her. Every mission she went on was kept private. Any friend you made had to be approved by her. If you wanted food from a street vendor, she'd walk right beside you with a possessive grip on the back of your neck, making sure you don't wander off.

She really didn't even want you stepping outside of her apartment door on your own, but she didn't want you going completely insane from the isolation, so she permitted a couple minutes on the doorstep when she's away on her lengthy quests.

She had eyes everywhere, assuring that if you were to even think about going a step further than her doormat, you'd be brought right back home.

And in her eyes, this was what was best. You were hers. Her little girl. The only thing she truly cared for in her life other than her beloved city. If isolating you was the only way to protect you from the world and its cruelty - she would do it.

It was better you depended on her than some stranger looking to take advantage of you.

According to her, she was doing this for your own good. You believed her words and you were mostly happy. For the last 7 years you wanted nothing more than to be with her at all times. She was your savior, your hero, and even though you knew she wasn't your actual mother - she was still a mother figure to you. For the longest, you put up no fight when she told you to stay put and wait for her to come back to you.

But when you grew into adulthood, you got bolder. Bolder and restless. She would leave for hours on end and your requests for her to stay with you always went ignored. 

So you switched tactics. Every venture she made, you begged to come with. Same as the last, the answer was always no.

“It's not safe, doll”

“You're too young”

“How many times do I have to tell you? You're not going out!”

You'd beg and beg but get nowhere. Every requisition for even a glance at her world on the outside would end in her raising her voice, and you crying yourself to sleep.

She tried her best to keep you as sheltered as she could but on your walks to jerichos, you took glances at the brothel. You knew of her history and you remembered the times she'd be gone till late into the night when you were young. 

You put two and two together as you got older. You don't know if it's envy or disgust you feel when you see her beginning to go to Babettes but regardless - you can't stand it.

It was about 10 at night when you saw her putting her shoes on again. She could very well be going to the last drop but her lack of a goodbye let you know she wasn't.

You shuffled up to the beginning of the hallway where you can see the front door.

“Where are you going?” you whispered. She startled a bit and whipped her head to your dark figure in the hallway.

“Dont worry about it, baby. Go to sleep - I'll be home before you wake up.”

Her vague reply only confirmed your worries. 

You furrowed your brows and tried to think of a way to make her stay.

In times like these, you used to claim you couldn't sleep without her. That you needed her beside you all throughout the night or your nightmares would run rampant. It wasn't exactly a lie but the way you softened your voice and pouted with your pleading, doe-like eyes was most definitely a form of manipulation.

You could've used the same trick that you did as a teen but you're grown and you've been off the streets for years. She wouldn't believe you if you claimed to be afraid now. You resorted to regular old pleading.

“Don't go, please.” 

You watched her sigh as you tried to think of something else to say. Anything to make her stay with you and not go to those whores at the brothel that don't care about her like you do.

“Baby I-”

“Why don't you do it with me?”

She stared, shocked like your words were a bucket of cold water thrown in her face. 

“What are you talking about?” She spoke slowly as if slowing down would help her comprehend this moment better. 

There was no way you knew where she was going, right? She made sure you were never exposed to stuff like that.

“Well,” you started to fidget. Maybe this was a bad idea. You know she might not agree considering she knew you when you were a teen, but you're not a kid anymore. You're pushing 23. You're even old enough to drink now and despite how sneaky she thinks she's being, you've noticed the way she's been looking at you since you became an adult. 

“I'm old enough now, aren't I?”

“For what, Y/n?”  She almost interrupted. Her voice was firm, almost scolding. You gulped and walked up to her, eyes watching the floor.

“You know what for.” you muttered.

She stood silent as you stared at her feet. It seemed like she was stunned so you thought to explain yourself more. 

“Well, I'm almost 23 and I just thought - why go all the way over there with people you don't really know when you could have me? I mean-” Your confidence started to waver. “You do like me, don't you?”

You looked up through your lashes to see her squinting eyes running over your body. You weren't wearing much but a flimsy nightgown that barely reached the middle of your thighs.You could tell she was considering it so you doubled down.

“Come on, mama. Just stay.” You tugged on her hand. The nickname seemed to have got her attention and you felt a small flicker of hope light up in your chest. But instead of her following you to your room, she pulled away and brought her hand to cup your cheek.

“How do you know about the brothel?” She spoke lowly.

You held her wrist to your nose and breathed her in. “We've walked past it before. Remember?”

She cursed under her breath. Taking your hand in hers, she stalked the two of you to your bedroom and nearly threw you on the bed. You tried to get up instantly but she was already pulling your pink and black bonnet over your 2 puffy twists.

“Vika!-”

“You're not supposed to know about that.” She grunted as she pushed you down and hastily pulled the covers over you. You started to panic as you saw her making her way to the door. 

You scrambled up and grabbed her wrist “No! Please! I hate it when you go there. Just stay with me!”

She looked down at your grasping hands. “Go to sleep, bunny.” She said in an almost solemn manner.

“Just tell me what they have that i dont! I can be that for you Vika, please!” you lowered your voice from the slight shout it was before “I- I thought you wanted me?”

 “It's not about whether I want you or not, doll.”

“Then what is it?”

She sighed “It's just- I shouldn't want you. I should be taking care of you, protecting you-” She sputtered 

“not- taking advantage of you”

You rose to your knees and hugged her muscular arm, resting your head on her shoulder. “You're not taking advantage of me” You whispered “I want it.”

Her glittering silver eyes met yours and you murmured  “You know i love you, mama” 

Her mechanical hand rose to hold your cheek as she turned to face you. “I love you too, bunny.”

Her slightly chapped lips meet yours and you sigh into her.

She had you laying on your back as she kissed you lovingly. Your hands roam over her broad shoulders to her chest, squeezing and rubbing wherever she allows. 

She disconnects her lips from yours to take a deep breath. You chase her lips and attempt to lead her hand to your pussy.

“Please, mama.”

“Do you know what you're asking for?”

You roll your eyes at her “Of course I do, I'm not dumb.”

She slaps your thigh roughly and you gasp. “Don't get smart, baby. You want me to stop?” 

“No! I'm sorry” you pout. She hums and lets her fingers glide over your panty-covered pussy. 

You arch your back and push your pussy into her hand. You've touched yourself before but Sevikas fingers rubbing over your pulsating clit feels 100 times better.

You softly moan and try to urge her to touch you more. “Be patient.” She says and you whine. 

Eventually she climbs down your bed. Her warm breath fans over your clothed pussy and you shudder. She slowly drags your sticky, soaked panties off your thighs and throws them on the floor. 

The two of you make eye contact as she slowly gets closer to your wet pussy. She spreads your slick folds and licks a languid stripe from your leaking hole to your swollen clit. You bring your hand to your mouth as you let out a squeaky moan, attempting to muffle your moans. She hums an objection as she sucks your clit between her ebony lips. 

One hand flies to softly grip her hair while your arm slides over your mouth to quiet yourself completely. She releases your clit with a resounding pop and grabs the wrist muffling your noises. 

“Don’t. I wanna hear you, baby” You bite your lip and nod. Satisfied, she goes back to sucking on your clit. Her spit drips down to the covers as she devours you like your pussy is her last meal. You writhe and grind your pussy on her face until you feel her thick fingers circling your entrance. 

She slides in another not too long after the first is inside. Her thick fingers feel like sweet fire as they enter you. You haven't fingered yourself in a good minute but the slight burn makes your pussy clench. Your free hand grips her hair tighter and you whimper in pleasure. “Mama, please”

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as she loses herself in your cunt. Her deep moans resonate through your core and you start to tremble. “fuck- i-” You try to warn her about your arising climax but she catches on before you can choke it out. The pleasure stops and glistening lips come into your view. You mewl in complaint “Why-”

Before you can finish your grievance, Sevikas hurriedly pulling her pants off. You barely notice her shirt being thrown across the room - too entranced by the sight of her dripping cunt. You feel your clit pulse as you graze your eyes over her muscular form. Your hands reach out to run over tight muscles and a skinny waist and your eyes glaze over.

She lifts your leg and positions herself between you. “What are you doing?”

Her brow raises while a smirk grows on her features “I thought you knew, bunny. Didn't you say you weren't dumb?” 

“I'm not! I've just- never done this before.” You trailed off.

Sevika let out a small chuckle “What have you done, sweet girl?” You pouted up at her condescending reminder of your lack of experience. 

“It's your fault I don't know. You never let me do anything.” You muttered. Her smirk fell and she leaned closer, bringing your risen leg with her. You wince at the slightly painful stretch “I keep you safe, bunny. Would you rather I let someone take advantage of you?” 

“That hurts-”

Her hand grips your chin “Answer me”

“No! I wouldn't.”

“You know why I keep you in here, don’t you?”

You try to nod with her tight hold on your face.

“Why?” she asks

“To keep me safe.” you mutter cedingly.

She slowly sits up but doesn’t release your chin.

That's right, bunny.” She says with darkened eyes. Her mechanical hand lifts your nightgown to your chest and she lowers her pussy onto yours. You gasp when she slowly gyrates. Her clit rubs against yours and you watch her silver irises turn hazy. You rock in tandem with each other. Eyes never breaking contact as her thick lip is tucked between her teeth. 

“My pretty girl” She moans. You shudder with teary eyes. Hand gripping the mechanical hand on your raised thigh. 

Your synchronized mewls resound through the room until you feel her rhythm falter. You squeeze the hand clutching your jaw. “Please- Please make me cum, mama” 

Her grunts get louder- almost over-shadowing the wet sounds from your slobbering cunts. You feel a rushing pleasure overwhelm you - almost like you need to pee. You attempt to warn Sevika but as usual, she already knows what her baby is feeling.

“Just let go, baby. Cum on mama.”

Your eyes roll back as your squirt showers her already soaked pussy and she lets out a loud moan. Her climax hits her like a freight train and she rocks the two of you through the sensations. 

You whimper and whine for her as her head falls back. Legs trembling in her grasp, you breathe heavy. 

Everything after is a blur. You can only register the warm wetness of a washcloth on your sensitive pussy before everything else blends together. The soft beat of her heart lulls you to sleep and cradled safe in her arms - you slumber through the night with a heartwarming satisfaction.