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╰┈➤ ꒰ 🩹🕸️ ┊spectrophilia ꒱ woman in the mirror — lyla ( spiderverse ) : you keep seeing things in your home. you might be going crazy or you might actually be seeing a woman in your mirror.

contents : spectrophilia. ghost!lyla. praising. fingering in front of a mirror.

you’re going crazy, you’re sure of it. you have to be, because otherwise…there’s a woman in your mirror. and that brings up too many questions you don’t really want the answers for. you’re going crazy. let’s just settle it at that, you personally don’t mind it. what’s that saying? ‘all the best people are’?

your friend had mockingly stated that your house was haunted, that a ghost was watching you. you laughed it off, because there’s no such thing as ghosts. but there’s also no such thing as a woman who stares back at you when you get ready for the day. you wanted to believe that your mind was playing tricks on you, believe that it was just your reflection distorted for some reason. but even you weren’t in that much denial. it was a whole nother woman.

now your friends are saying you’re crazy, as you go off on tangents about this woman. they don’t believe you, of course they don’t. you don’t even believe what you’re seeing. maybe being ‘crazy’ is okay. because you’d much rather that then waking up in the middle of the night to see a shadow pass by your bed.

it was obviously late, a time many called the ‘witching hour’. your fluttering gaze had caught sight of a shadow. blame it on your half awake state. and that’s what you did, rolling over, trying to get back to sleep. but you could almost feel the shadow move closer, it’s presence sending shivers down your spine. now you’re more awake, almost holding your breath at the feel of a persons eyes on you. without thinking you quickly sit up, gazing around your room.

no one. besides the dark shadows of your hung up clothes and random tossed bags. you sigh, eyes squinting against the dark. partial light seeped through the cracks of your blinds, giving you some help in looking around. your gaze stops on your mirror. from your place on your bed you can’t actually look into it, and over better curiosity you slip out from under the covers. was it the woman? but as far as you knew she stayed in the confines of the mirror. maybe that’s why you could normally sleep at night, thinking that she had restrictions.

but all this time had she been coming…closer? you near the mirror and gaze into it, seeing your tired self staring back. you step closer, grazing your fingertips along the glass. and that’s when you feel a breath by your ear. whipping around, you can feel your heart jump. but of course no one stands behind you. then with no warning the sound of smashing glass meets your ears, making your heart leap. swiftly turning back to the mirror, your lips parted in shock.

the glass has shattered, pieces now littered on you bedroom carpet. you gaze back up to the mirror, your reflection now partial and distorted, but even you can catch the fear in your eyes. “sorry for the mess, hon” the woman’s voice meets your hears making your breathing hitch, as you spin around. your brows are creased, as are your palms sweaty. “i’m…sorry?�� you say with a mix of confusion, your softness speaking volumes.

a floating chuckle fills your room, sending unmistakable shivers down your spine. “oh no need to be so frightened, dear. i don’t mean any harm.” the voice is tantalisingly sweet, certain words sounding closer than others. “are you…” you gulp. “are you the woman who’s been…in the mirror?”

the almost floating sounds stops, setting the room into an uncomfortable silence. “the woman in the mirror…” she mutters almost thoughtfully, but your back stiffens because she sounds so close. “quite catchy, actually.” she hums. you press your lips together, shaking your head as you rub at your temples. this isn’t real. you’re dreaming.

“sweetheart...” the voice is pressed right up to your ear, making you jump. “look into the mirror.” you don’t want to do as she says but you find yourself compelled to. looking back to the mirror you’re shocked to see that it’s mended, the shattered glass all fixed. but what has your mouth opening is the sight of the woman, standing right behind you, her chin by your shoulder as she smirks at the reflection.

you glance to the side, expecting to see her face, but all you catch is your ruffled sheets atop your bed on the other side of your room. confused you glance back to the mirror. she’s still stood there, watching your reactions with amusement. “how…” you murmur. “how do you think, hon? because I’m still trying to figure it out myself. normally no one can see me.” as she speaks, her hand shifts to trail her dainty fingers along the edge of your sleep shorts, grazing your thigh, and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“but you…you can feel that cant you?” her breath tickles your ear, as your reactive skin gives her her answer. “why have you been…watching me?” you ask hesitantly. “because i didn’t think you’d see.” she hums, her gaze now fixated on your thigh, her finger now joined by another as she trails pattens. “i didn’t think i’d be able to touch you.” a hand slides up to your chin, directing your gaze back to the mirror, because you had begun to stare at where her hand was stroking you. you couldn’t see her doing it but you could feel it.

“can you watch f’me? i need to see you looking.” your chest is moving quicker as she presses her body against your back, her hand on your chin moving down to grip at your waist, pulling you further back into her. you’re entirely frozen, unsure of what to do to, and if this is even real. “god…” she hums. “you have such soft skin.” she keeps her mouth by your ear, making you gulp, your stomach fluttering of its accord.

then you find her hand dipping into your sleep shorts making your breathing hitch, but she shushes you, tightening her grip on your waist. “i haven’t touched anyone in a long time. and all i thought i could do was watch you. do you really think now that i can feel you, i’ll just…stop?” she asks, mouth open by your ear, as she then finds your pussy, feeling your body jolt. she coos at you with a smirk. “oh, honey…you should feel how wet you are” she chuckles, sliding her fingers up and down your slit, just spreading your arousal around.

why were you aroused? you shouldn’t be aroused. “keep watching…that’s it.” she hums, finding your clit and making swirling circles that make your knees feel weaker. but she keeps you steady by that grip to your waist, holding you against her body as she chuckles at your state. you meet her gaze as she almost nods, your parting lips leaving room for your breathless sounds. “i’ve just realised something…” she hums, licking at her lower lip. “i haven’t introduced myself yet.” she then slips two fingers inside you, making your hips stutter, as the sounds of her fingers slipping in and out of you fills the room.

“how rude of me.” her voice stays this sweet and charming tone, even as she thrusts her fingers deeper into you. “i’m lyla…nice to meet you.” she’s now placing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck slowly, keeping you close against her as she licks at certain parts of your skin. “and where are your manners, honey?”

and through stuttered breathes you manage “nice to m-meet you too, l-lyla—oh god—“ the moment the first portion of her name left your lips, she slipped in a third finger in, as she hums into your neck, meeting your fluttering gaze in the mirror. “you’re so adorable.” she grins, dragging her lips along your shoulder, as you shake. your hips are moving on their own as your body chases after the high she’s giving.

“thanks so much for helping me get outta there…such a sweetheart aren’t you?” she’s rubbing at your clit with her thumb, as she keeps hitting your g-spot, curling appropriately as you finally come undone, breathes choking and hiccuping as you orgasm all over her hand, as she places far too sweet of a kiss on your skin. “just perfect…” she murmurs, an underlying promise of something that in that moment you don’t quite catch.

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bearlybella-but-sluttier · 2 years ago

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Kinktober 2023 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Week Two: body worship/massage

Oiled Up - Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Summary: Alcina started feeling needy during her weekly massage session with you.

Other Warnings: praise, eating out, etc…

Word Count: 2k

Taglist: @i-write-sometimes-maybe @enchantressb @shslbunnylover @aemilia @bellatrixsbrat @finnja555

Translations:

*draga mea: my darling

*îngeraș: angel

*zeița mea: my goddess

*eşti frumoasă: you are beautiful

*dragoste: love

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"Mmm, I love how good you are with your hands, draga mea," Alcina admitted as you kneaded at her meaty thigh.

'My darling’, you couldn't help the deep shade of blush that snuck onto your cheeks at her words. She knew exactly how to get you flustered. You had been her personal maid for weeks now, and she could read you like the back of her hand. It was just too easy. You were the only maid whose eyes not once glanced in her direction as she changed at her vanity, blushed each and every time she called you a term of endearment, and treated her body like she was a national treasure each time you gave the woman her weekly massages.

And to you she was exactly that. A treasure. The kind of treasure that deserved to be treated with the best care possible.

"Only the best for you, my lady," you gave the woman a small smile.

"Alcina," she corrected you. "You're the only one who's seen me naked, the least you could do is call me by my first name." She smirked to herself when noticed your blush grow deeper.

"I–" Words were unable to form as your focus from your task wavered. Had you truly been the only one to see her bare form? With the way she was so carefree about undressing in front of you, there was no possible way you could be the only one. But the truth is, you were.

She trusted you. Trusted you with caring for her. Trusted you with treating her the way she had always yearned to be treated. Other maids were scared of her, but you, you never feared her. You adored her. Everything about her was perfect to you, and she could see that admiration in your eyes each and every time you glanced her way.

"You seem surprised..." she noted the shocked look on your face with curiosity.

"No!" you immediately caught onto the subtle change of tone. "You–you're just so...beautiful, and I just thought–"

"Beautiful.." she chuckled to herself. "I wondered when you would admit your attraction to me. That was easier than I thought."

"What?" you returned your gaze back to her, hands still kneading at her soft milky skin.

"Do you think I haven't noticed the way you look at me? And the way you touch me?"

"I'm so sorry if I've made you uncomfortable–" you went to remove your hands but Alcina was quick to grab at your wrist to keep you from moving.

"I find it quite adorable actually. The way you try not to look at or touch my breasts, and avoid making any contact between my legs when you give me my massages. Here I am lying here naked, giving you full access to my body and you go completely red the second you get near my chest or my cunt." She licked her bottom lip with a deeper smirk than before, purposely dragging your palm up her body. "I know you want to feel me. To play with me. And if you truly think I'm beautiful..prove it."

Alcina had wanted you just as much as you did her, and in this moment it all made sense. The little pet names, the smiles she would only give to you, the gentle touches she would give you here and there all finally connected. She had been giving you clear signs since day one. She wanted.. no, she needed more from you.

She let go of your wrist once your body was leaning over hers, and your hand was hovering over her right breast. Your left hand was shaky while the other one had rested along her soft stomach to keep you from falling on top of her.

"Touch me, iubi. All of me." Alcina nodded her head, reassuring you even more than she was okay with you touching more of her than you ever have before.You hand finally falling to her chest, gently gliding across her firm chest, fingers lightly grazing over her hardened nipple that sent shivers down her spine.

"Just like that, draga." She cooed.

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip when you pinched her nipple and heard a quiet blissful moan from Alcina. Her little noises and praising words helped relax you, making you more comfortable with your actions.

"You're so beautiful, Alcina." You admitted, crawling higher up her body to be face to face with the woman.

The corners of her lips turned upright at your sweet words, easily telling that by the look on your face, you were telling the truth.

"You have the most perfect smile I have ever seen," your fingers trailed along her faint smile lines, "you say you need to look more youthful, but I say you're already perfect in every way...and I do plan on proving it to you, if you'll let me."

Although she had already told you that she wanted you, you still needed to hear her say it again, wanting her to be sure of what she was doing before you started, knowing you were going to get lost in the moment.

"Touch me. Taste me. Do whatever you want to me, draga mea. I am yours. All yours." Her manicured fingers grabbed at your jaw, pulling you impossibly close so her lips could engulf yours in a fiery kiss.

Her lips were full and soft to the touch, and they were exactly how you imagined they would be. Your hands freely played with her nipples, pinching and pulling at the hardened buds to elicit more explicit noises from the woman beneath you. You massaged her breasts as you played with her, not straying from your previous task.

Your lips left hers after your body begged for air, but refused to leave her body as you gave her nose the sweetest of kisses that scrunched ever so slightly at the unexpected gesture.

"Tell me every thought that is going through that pretty head, draga." She stated as she grew curious after the little pecks you gave to her smile lines.

"You have the most beautiful face I have ever laid eyes on. The way your eyes gleam when the light shines on them at just the right angle. Your nose that scrunches every so often. Those smile lines that form when your lips turn upright. You're truly remarkable, Alcina. And that's not all..."

The woman's heart fluttered in her chest at your words. She loathed the aging lines that formed along her face, but your words had her rethinking everything.

"This neck... oh how I've been wanting to leave my mark on it." You mewled, sucking prominently along her pulse point that had the woman sigh in contentment.

She was going to listen to every word that spewed from your mouth. Truly listen to every word, every detail, every syllable that you decided to share with her, knowing you meant every bit of it.

"This chest. Words can't even describe how badly I've been wanting to touch it. To kiss it. To cherish it." You placed kiss after kiss along her large breasts. "The roundness, the fullness, the way they sit perfectly on your chest, with and without support. You're truly a work of art." You admitted, before pulling a pink nipple between your lips.

Alcina's fingers roamed your luscious locks, sweetly combing the hair away from your face so she could keep seeing you and the loving look you held in your eyes. Your oiled covered fingers slid down her elongated torso, leaving Alcina squirming beneath you once you reached the faintly ticklish spot just above her hips.

After kissing your way across her chest, instead of swirling your tongue around her other nipple, you decided to focus on the widespread veins that were prominently shown around her racing heart while your hands kneaded at her outer thighs.

“Your heart.. The same heart you say is the home of a monster, but I think otherwise. This is the heart that saved me. The heart that gave me a home. The same heart that is beating in sync with my own as I kiss along every possible inch of you. You’re a Goddess, Alcina… Zeița mea.”

You placed numerous kisses down her torso, past her navel, and across her hip bones that protrude ever so faintly from her body. “These hips.. I’ve admired their shape. The perfect curvature of your body is truly remarkable. I can’t help but bask in your beauty.” You nipped at her flesh, forcing an audible moan past Alcina’s crimson colored lips.

Deft fingers fell to her inner thighs, spreading her wide-open for you to nuzzle between her legs. “Don’t even get me started on your thighs, ‘Cina. All I’ve ever thought about was how much I’ve longed to be between them. For them to squeeze around me as I pleasure you with my tongue.” You licked a small trail up her thick thigh towards her glistening center.

“Keep going, draga.” Alcina encouraged you with a soft smile and an eager tug to your now messy locks.

“Eşti frumoasă” You whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. Your hot breath in contrast to her cold, wet cunt had her bite down on her bottom lip as she shivered in anticipation.

Your eyes glanced up as you flattened your tongue along her folds, Alcina’s face was barely noticeable behind her large breasts. Eyes darted to her hardened nipples, and you couldn’t help the moan that fell past your lips at not only the view in front of you, but the first tangy taste of her along your tongue.

Alcina was quiet, and you worried you weren’t pleasing her, but the hand behind your head pushing you harder against her aching cunt was more than enough to reassure you.

You held a firm grip to her thighs, keeping her legs spread as your tongue swirled around Alcina’s swollen, sensitive clit.

“You taste so fucking good,” you moaned.

You took your time with her, alternating between flicking and sucking her throbbing clit until you found the movements that forced an audible moan from her.

Her grip in your hair tightened as you built her up, keeping your focus entirely on her clit. Lewd noises filled the room as you ate her out, occasionally slurping her cunt.

Alcina was panting, feeling herself falling closer and closer to the edge. Her heart was racing, the same heart she had told you from the start that beated for nobody. But here it was, running wild all for you.

“Draga mea, don’t stop— please don’t stop…”

The sound of her begging, something the woman never did, had you rubbing your thighs together. You had her right where you wanted her.

Her walls were crumbling down to the point where she could let herself go. Her usual stoic and confident demeaned going down the drain, and instead being replaced with vulnerability and neediness.

“I’m so close,” she breathed out. “I’m going to come, draga! Don’t stop, don’t stop…” Her thighs threatened to close around you, and you let them. Meaty thighs wrapped around your head, keeping you tightly between her legs. Your air was restricted, but you didn’t let that stop you. Your pace was rapid, rough, and Alcina couldn’t help the expletives that flew from her mouth.

“Let go, zeița mea. Come for me.” Your tongue swirled tightly around her clit, ensuring to put pressure on her sensitive bud to completely unravel her.

Her long back arched from the bed, large veiny breasts lifting high in the air as Alcina came with a loud sinful, toe curling moan. You kept with your movements as you could feel your own wetness drip down your thighs, allowing Alcina to feel euphoric for as long as possible.

You sucked and slurped at her tangy cunt, licking up every last drop of her orgasm. Her thighs shook as they let go of your head, allowing you more access to air. “Okay, okay, dragoste.” She whimpered, pulling you gently up by your hair. You licked your lips with a pleased hum, and Alcina couldn’t stop herself from pulling you straight up to her to engulf you in a needy kiss.

She let out her own pleased moan as she tasted herself along your tongue while her lipstick smudged and colored your own lips in a deep crimson.

“Well, did I prove it, zeița mea?” you smiled against her lips.

Alcina couldn’t help but chuckle at your words, and she knew she had to admit her first defeat.

You cupped her flushed cheeks while bright golden eyes gazed at you longingly. You squeezed her cheeks ever so slightly as you gave the tip of her nose a gentle peck, forcing her skin to scrunch at the contact.

“Eşti frumoasă, Alcina.. The most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on, I will say it again and again, and prove it to you as many times as I have to until you believe it yourself.” You admitted with a kind smile. “Zeița mea, my Alcina, I will worship you until the end of time.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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With your hands tangled in her sheets, you were gasping for air as Lady Dimitrescu’s teeth were nibbling on the inside of your thigh.

“Who do you belong to?” Her voice was raspy and her breath cool against your heated flesh.

She was punishing you for something, you could tell by the way she ordered you into her bedroom and left possessive hickeys and bite marks all over your body. You had overstepped a boundary today, even if you had no idea which one it was. Maybe you had looked too long at one of the maids, or maybe you forgot to ask her about her day. Either way, it was better not to question her when she was like this, not that the fog in your brain was allowing you to form any coherent thoughts right now.

You writhed underneath her touch, her hands flatly running over your stomach and hips. Your spine arched into her touch, urging her to touch your chest before you combusted from the tension. She was growing impatient, your answer not falling quick enough from you lips.

“I’m yours, my lady,” you whimpered, her fingers pinching your nipples. “All yours.”

She hummed, pleased by the desperation in your voice. “All mine, indeed.”

A pleasant warmth simmered in the pit of your stomach that couldn’t be traced back to your mere arousal. Over all, the words just burned nastily. You weren’t really hers, at least not in the conventional sense and not in the way you wanted to be hers. You were just another maid, replaceable if she decided you were no longer interesting enough.

However, you were good at pleasing her, both in and outside of the bedroom. You were bold enough to tease her a little, yet smart enough to know when to hold your tongue. You were the perfect victim for her little cat and mouse game, and, oh, did she enjoy making her little mouse squirm for her.

She was treating you good now, more than good if you were being honest, and she would treat you like this for a few more years if you were lucky, but that didn’t take away from the impending doom that loomed over you day in and day out.

You were going to die at her hands. It wasn’t a secret. In fact, you saw it in the way the other maids looked at you when you walked past them, and heard it in the way Lady Dimitrescu’s daughters spoke to you. Your time on this earth was running low, quicker than it would’ve under different circumstances, but you couldn’t find in you to care about any of that, not when her golden eyes were were focused only on you as her tongue traveled closer to where you needed her most.

And, to be honest, who wouldn’t enjoy dying at the hands of a beautiful woman?

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The Morning after

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Synopsis: you spend a peaceful morning with Hobie.

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (reader is mentioned to be smaller than Hobie though) TW food mentions, established relationship, FLUFF , lovestruck Hobie.

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Hobie wakes up with his right arm aching, he groans from the weight slightly crushing his arm– wait what?

He opens his half asleep eyes with a confused look. Hobie cranes his neck down, he finally sees who the intruder is.

Hobie smiles to himself, Fully waking up, he remembers that he invited you over. He stares at your form, memorizing every bit of detail from how you clutched his jumper with a grip, your lips slightly parted as you exhale, the early morning sun shines at your back, bathing your form in a heavenly glow. Hobie moves you closer to him, as to not let the rays hit your face and disturb your peace.

He tries to move you both farther away from the edge of the bed, but he finds that your legs are intertwined with his, preventing him from moving.

He huffs, a lopsided smile on his lips. Hobie ghosts his thumb over your cheeks, the pattern from the knitted blanket leaves a mark on your skin. A sign that you've slept well, and in his arms no doubt. His forgotten comforter kicked to the foot of the bed.

He gets a whiff of your coconut shampoo, surely leaving its scent on his pillow.

He thinks about buying a proper toothbrush holder, so he could place his and yours together.

He really should invite you more.

Hobie's spidey senses wake him up from his daze– he clutches you closer to his body, carefully cradling your head. A wave from a moving boat rushes towards the houseboat, rocking it harshly. His busted alarm clock drops to the floor in a crash.

Hobie hisses as he sees you twitch. He curses whoever was in that boat.

"Ughh" you groan out, muffled against Hobie's chest. You grip his jumper tighter.

"Shit" his voice deeper than usual, you release his jumper and instead hug his torso. The waves get calmer, rocking you both softly.

"You alright?" He rubs your back just in case you feel sick.

You pop your head away from Hobie's chest, chin resting on his scratchy jumper, you tickle him a bit, but he won't tell you that of course. You open one eye to stare at him, yawning.

"Say that again?" You ask with a tilt of your head.

"Are you alright?" He hides his laugh by clearing his throat.

"Hmm" you grin "I like your morning voice"

He chuckles deeply, knowing what it does to you.

"Oh, you did that on purpose, you dork" you softly say.

"Yeah, bet it got you all hot and bothered for it too, huh" Hobie pokes your sides teasingly.

"Don't start" you swat away his hand, noticing his teasing mood this morning, you anticipate his tickling.

"You look pretty in the morning, you didn't wake up early and clean yourself up secretly, right?" He knows you didn't, sleep still sticking on your eyes, your hair looking disheveled.

"Nope, it's au naturel" you quip back. It earns a deep chuckle from Hobie.

He carefully rubs off the gunk from the corner of your eye, you sigh into his touch.

"You like my morning breath too?" He tries to blow air downwards but you're ready, you clasp your hand over his mouth, stopping his teasing.

You laugh victorious, that is until he licks your hand, recoiling your hand away, he laughs loudly.

"Hobie! That's it, I'm not making you breakfast"

"Alright, alright, I'll stop. For now" he grabs the back of your head pushing you back to his chest.

You move to the crooked of his neck instead, in case you're crushing him. You slyly wipe his drool from your hand on his jumper.

"I saw that" Hobie peeks downward.

"No, you didn't"

"This is vintage y'know"

"It's your own drool!" You laugh.

"Yeah! And you slobbered all over it while you used me as your personal pillow" he rubs the exposed skin on your waist, cupping the softness fondly.

"I don't slobber!" You grab his jaw downwards so you could look eye to eye.

"Tell that to my soaked jumper" he whispers, his eyes flickering down to your lips. Your heart skips a beat.

Knowing what he's gonna do next, you cover his lips over your hand, "let me brush my teeth first"

You push away from Hobie, your torso barely off the bed, he grabs you by the waist, pulling you back down. You gasp out.

"Nope" in one swift movement Hobie cups your cheek guiding you towards his lips, your lips crash against each other, you cringe when your forehead hits his a bit too loudly. Insecurity fills you when you remember that you still have morning breath.

He doesn't care though, instead he pokes your sides, making you gasp parting your lips, making him kiss you deeper.

You pull away breathlessly when you hear a rumbling noise underneath you.

"Ah, fuck" Hobie facepalms in embarrassment.

Hobie's stomach grumbles again, mocking him.

You grab his hand, peeking in "aww, my poor baby is hungry" you mockingly coo. "I'll make you breakfast, sunny side up right?" You push off him, finally noticing you're on the wrong side of the bed.

"Yes, please, love" he exhales out the embarrassment.

"How'd I end up on this side?" You point out.

"Huh, I probably dragged you with me"

You imagine what it might've looked like, you fluster. Even asleep he wants you near, you look at him adoringly, swiping away the sheen on his lips before leaving a kiss for good measure.

You leave for the bathroom, he stares at the door you entered in, a lovestruck expression on his face. Once he knows you're decent, he flips away the covers, following towards the sound of the faucet squeak open.

Hobie knocks, you hum while brushing your teeth. He opens the door, then leans against it, his arms relaxed on his sides, his sweatpants hang low on his hips.

He admires you bathe in white fluorescent light, his shirt on your form hanging loose on you. You looked out of place but at the same time fitting right in his tiny bathroom.

He thought you looked like you came out of an oil painting.

"You need to use the bathroom?" You ask as you place your toothbrush down.

"You should leave it"

"Leave what?"

"Your toothbrush, for next time" Hobie crosses his arms, a sudden shyness floods him.

"Of course" you smile, already getting what he's trying to say, "I was already planning on leaving it" you come forward, leaving a minty kiss on his cheek. "Your turn stinky" you pat his bum with a smack.

Hobie hears your laughter echo around the houseboat.

After washing up, Hobie opens the bathroom door, the smell of eggs and his favourite tea covers his senses. He chuckles to himself.

He could get used to this.

Hobie enters his modest kitchen, you hum along to the music from the radio, the inside of his houseboat looks a bit different than before, there's more light shining inside, fresh air wafts through the open windows, it seems that there's more life in his home.

He moves towards you, hugging you from behind. You giggle at the contact. He looks over your shoulder, he watches as you expertly flip the pancake over.

"Hello to you too" you crane your neck to look at him "I opened the windows, it's too nice outside. Hope you don't mind"

"I don't mind, we need the fresh air" he snuggles deeper on the crook of your neck. "Where'd you get pancake mix? I know that I don't have any"

"Ah, I brought it with me" you side glance at him, gauging his reaction.

"So, you were planning on making breakfast for me, hmm?"

"I did bring it, but it doesn't mean I was planning on cooking it myself" you turn off the stove, he turns you around, crowding you in between him and the stove.

"So you're making me breakfast out of the goodness of heart then?" He holds onto your hips.

"Yes, you're making the next one by the way"

"You're a cheeky one, aren't you?" He leans towards you, his lips ghosting over yours, but before sealing the deal, he grabs his mug behind you. He sips from it loudly, making eye contact over the mug.

You roll your eyes, trying to hide your disappointment. "You're a menace" you give him a plate of eggs, sunny side up just like how he requested it. "Make yourself useful, and set the table"

Hobie sees his kitchen counter slash dining table, that's not gonna cut it out for you. He looks out of the window, the rare sun shining over the river, fluffy white clouds blanket the sky.

It's a beautiful morning, a shame to waste it.

He pushes the door open, leading to his 'porch'

"Where are you going?" You ask curiously.

"You'll see" Hobie peeks back inside, a smirk on his face.

You shake your head at his shenanigans, you wonder what he's planning.

The water looks calm, the cold morning air nips at his skin, his jumper barely protecting him from the cold. Hobie sees the metal table wet with morning dew, that won't do, so he grabs a nearby cloth to wipe it dry, he carefully puts down the plate of eggs and his tea, to wipe at the mismatched chairs.

Hobie wipes the wooden chair more thoroughly, since the metal one looks more worn down, he's concerned you might poke yourself on it.

He looks at his handiwork, there seems to be something missing, Hobie roams his eyes around the boat, his eyes stop at an empty beer bottle, he places it in the middle of the table acting as a centerpiece.

Then he perches himself near the edge of his boat to pick a single daisy from a neighbouring houseboat's flower pot; he's sure they wouldn't notice one missing. Hobie gingerly puts the small flower inside the bottle.

You open the door with your foot a little too loudly, you squint at the harsh sound. Hobie quickly moves to help you carry out the plates and mug.

"Thanks, Hobie," you grin, your smile gets wider when you see his little set up. The little daisy swaying in the air. "Oh, handsome" you gasp out.

You're finished, your eyes slightly glazing over.

Hobie chuckles at his new nickname, he moves the wooden chair for you to sit, hands on its back, like a gentleman.

" C'mon then, stop gawking, I'm starving" he stares at your dumbstruck face, the cold air leaving goosebumps on your arms.

You sit down, smiling, forgetting the cold air.

"Do you want me to grab a jacket?" He asks as he rubs your arms from behind.

You grab his wrist, you bracelet around it with your fingers, "no, stay, I'm okay" you sniff, revealing your lie.

"Nah, I'm not letting you freeze to death, let me grab it real quick, alright?" Hobie runs inside, eager to come back to you.

Oh, he's absolutely whipped for you, no doubt about it.

You revel in the sun shining on you, closing your eyes, you inhale sharply. Hobie sees you like this, his breath hitches in his throat. You must look heavenly, a slight breeze makes your eyelashes flutter. Opening your eyes, you notice eyes on you, you smile at him.

He's done for.

Waking up from his stupor, he wraps the dark hoodie on your head. A feeble attempt to hide the effect you have on him

"And here I thought you were being sweet on me" you tease him, knowing that he actually is soft for you.

"I've got a reputation, y'know" he sits down with a metal creak.

Hobie notices that you're sitting a little bit too far for his taste. "What are you doing there? C'mere" he grabs your chair, pulling it towards him, the wooden legs scraping against the metal of the boat.

You laugh, despite the harsh sound coming from the scraping.

"There, much better?" He leans on the arms of his chair.

You nod, a permanent smile on your face "much better" you kiss his cheek, your cold lips a contrast to his warm skin, it melts into his skin, etching in like a tattoo.

You intertwine your arm around his, speaking softly, as to not disturb your little peaceful bubble around the both of you, " y'know I thought you would be grumpier in the morning"

"Why's that?" He leans closer.

"I don't know, you seem like the type" you whisper against his lips, "you're a night owl, so I thought you would hate waking up this early"

"Only if I don't sleep well" heat rises in your cheeks at his implication, "Lucky for me I've got my very own koala latching on to me last night"

You raise your eyebrow "Really a koala, that's the best you can do, Hobart?"

"You always resort to calling me by my government name whenever you're flustered, koala works, lovey" he cups your jaw, his thumb brushes past your lips. You close your eyes, leaning in.

Before your lips could meet, you hear a gurgling sound.

You pull away, laughing loudly. Hobie lets out a small goddamnit.

"We should eat, before your stomach starts eating you from the inside" you say in between laughs.

"Yeah, yeah" he grumpily grabs his spoon.

You hide your smile behind your mug.

A/N: thanks for reading! Hope you liked it, as always likes and reblogs are appreciated ❤️❤️❤️

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You stay the night at Hobie's for the first time

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Synopsis: You sleepover at Hobie's houseboat.

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, FLUFF, smut implied.

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Obsessing over the pimple on your forehead, you try to pop it in between your forefinger and thumb.

"Ughh" you grimace while staring at your reflection on Hobie's grimey mirror.

You glimpse at your form, you're wearing one of Hobie's numerous band shirts, after you accidentally spilled mouthwash on your pajama shirt, you asked to borrow one. You're giddy that you smell like him.

He joked that you spilled mouthwash on it on purpose just to wear his shirt.

"Stop it, you're gonna make it worse" Hobie says as he watches the disaster in front of him. He's lounging on his bed, arms tucked under his head. His dark jumper rides up a bit showing his toned stomach. His legs are properly tucked under the patchwork comforter.

"But it's bothering meee" you kick your legs like your throwing a tantrum.

"It doesn't even look that bad," Hobie pats the open space beside him "come to bed, lovey"

"Says the man who has clear skin even though you wash your face with the same soap you use on your body" You turn to face him, ignoring his exposed skin.

You've never seen him this relaxed before. He's a pretty laid back guy already, but this? His half-lidded eyes looking at you, paired with him in his comfortable non-spiky clothes– maybe you should come to bed.

"It's genetics, all natural, baby"

"It's actually au naturel" you cross your arms on your chest, hiding your uneven breathing.

"No, it's not"

"Yes, it is" you step forward.

"Nuh uh"

"Yea uh"

You stare at each other for a second.

"...C'mere" Hobie concedes defeat or else you would be at it all night. He takes his left arm from under him to reach towards you.

"Fine" you head towards the bed, your sea legs swaying when a small wave hits the houseboat. You crawl under the covers.

"Why are you so far, get over 'ere" he grabs the cover under you to drag you towards him, closing the already small distance. He's been waiting for this the entire day. He feels elated, he couldn't wait to finally cuddle with you,

You hoped he didn't notice the small distance you made, but alas he's a perceptive one who doesn't like admitting he likes cuddles. Truth be told, you're actually nervous spending the night with him for the first time, you're not expecting for something to happen tonight, but if something did happen you're prepared for it, kind of, sorta, maybe?

Not to mention, the houseboat is a little intimidating, like what if you get sea sick and puke all over his carpet, well you're floating on a river, but nonetheless the rocking motion could still give you motion sickness. Or what if you kick him off the bed while asleep, or you sleep walk and you fall overboard. Or what if–

Hobie pinches your nose, keeping his fingers around it. "Oi, where did you go?"

"Nuhn of yhor bhismes" you swat at his hand.

"Your eyes went glossy for a second, thought I lost you"

"I was actually thinking about your houseboat"

"And here I thought you were thinking 'bout me" he holds his arm out behind you, unsure if you're okay with the action.

Noticing his uncertainty, you swallow your shyness, you lean against his arm placing your head softly on his shoulder. Any doubt from Hobie is quickly washed away by your reaction. He pushes you closer to his warmth with the hand around your shoulder.

"What about the houseboat?" He stares at you while you play with a loose thread on his jumper.

"Like.. how'd you get it?" You absentmindedly twirl the thread around your fingers.

"Bought it off a bloke"

"That's it? No crazy or wacky story behind it?" You stare up at him suspiciously.

"Yes, there's no wacky story behind it" he mocks your word choice by copying your voice. "I needed a place, my friend's cousin's friend sold it at a cheap price. That's it, nothing madcap 'bout it"

"Hmm, Do you even know how to drive, wait no sail? Is it called sailing when it doesn't have sails? Nevermind you get what I'm talking about, do you know how to do that?" You ramble, he finds it adorable.

"Yes, how do you think I brought it here from Amsterdam?" He's now curious whether it's sail or drive.

You gasp, sitting up "See! There IS a wacky story behind it" you poke his chest playfully.

Hobie grabs your finger to stop you "There IS nothing wacky about it. Well-" he remembers something, you perk up "we had to dodge the coast guard, but that's about it"

"THE COAST GUARD?!" A huge grin blooming on your face.

"All right calm your beans" Hobie pushes your head back down lightly.

"How long did it take you to get back?" You snuggle closer to him.

"It would've just taken us 6-7 hours, but we had to hide from the coast guard so it took us about 10 hours"

"Who were you with?" You fight a yawn.

"Why? You jealous?" Hobie shakes you lightly, he wants to talk to you more.

"Why would I be jealous of your friend's cousin's friend?" You rub one of his unruly eyebrows, shaping the strands back into place.

Hobie chuckles. He wants to stay like this with you, sleep be damned.

"What do you want for breakfast?" A yawn escaping you. You situate yourself on his chest.

"You gonna cook for me?" Hobie holds on to you tighter.

"Hmm, if you're nice to me in the morning, yeah"

"What do you mean? I'm always nice to you"

"You say that as you're staring at my pimple" you start to close your eyes.

"Well, gorgeous, I'm not staring directly at it, I'm looking at you, you wear my shirt really well"

"Well, handsome," you tease him back "anything looks better when I wear it" you feel sleep taking you.

"You're right," Hobie whispers against your hair "I like my eggs sunny side up by the way"

"Hmm" a soft smile on your face.

Since you're wearing socks, with a sly smirk on Hobie's face, he slowly lifts up the leg hem of your pajama pants with his cold foot, once there's enough space, he quickly lays his ice cold foot on your leg.

"Ack! What- Hobie!" You shoot up from your position.

Hobie laughs loudly, you feel the houseboat shake lightly.

You playfully slap his chest.

"You!" Slap "Menace!" Slap

In one swift movement, he grabs your slapping hand, then he flips himself over you, his legs on your sides, caging you in.

You gasp at the weight above you, a wide smile blooming on your face.

"Hobie! You're too heavy!" Drowsiness is now completely gone.

He half kneels on your sides so he doesn't completely crush you.

"You're not allowed to sleep" Hobie leans slightly towards you, you can see his playful smirk illuminated by the moonlight.

"What do you mean I'm not allowed?! You invited me to a SLEEPOVER, you dork!" You gasp out as he's a few inches away from your face.

"Lemme guess you're the kind of person who falls asleep first in a sleepover? you're the dork here, sweets" he leans closer his lips ghosting over yours.

You close your eyes in anticipation. Instead of a kiss, you feel Hobie blow raspberries on your jaw.

"Ack! HAHAHAHAHAHA" your legs kicking up trying to stop him from tickling you.

Hobie pulls back breathlessly.

"Oh you're ticklish? Got it" he smirks devilishly. "Wonder where else you're ticklish?" Hobie tilts his head.

"No! Don't you dare, Hobart!" Your eyes widen when he winds up his arms to tickle your stomach, despite the threat you can't help but grin.

"Oh using my government name now, huh" Hobie tickles your sides relentlessly, your laughs echoing throughout the space.

"Okay! Okay! I'll stay up!" You say in between laughs.

He finally stops his attack, letting you breathe.

"Yeah?" He takes his tickling stance again.

"Yes" you giggle "please stop or I might piss my pants"

"Ooh kinky" he squeezes your cheeks together as you glare at him.

"Can you please kiss me already so we can properly cuddle like you wanted" you say with your squished lips.

Hobie chuckles "saw right through me, huh" he leans down finally giving your most awaited kiss.

He eases up from squishing your cheeks so you could kiss him back properly, you hold on to the back of his neck, grounding you.

Hobie pulls away, he stares at your wide eyes lovingly. You lift yourself up using his neck as leverage, quickly peppering his face with kisses, until he laughs with every peck.

You pull back, taking in his lovesick stricken face, his smile lopsided, eyes basically shaped like hearts. You're sure you mirror his expression.

"I should invite you more often" he lays back down next to you, arm wrapped around your torso, half of his body staying on top of you, his legs splayed over yours. Hobie relaxes immediately.

You crane your neck "yeah you should. I really love your home, babe" you rub his arm soothingly.

"Really? You're not sea sick?"

"I gotta be honest with you, I took a kwells tablet beforehand," you laugh.

"That's pretty smart" Hobie fights a yawn "you're really smart, love" he rubs the side of your neck.

"You're only saying that so I'll make you breakfast" you whisper, once you notice his eyes slowly close.

"No, you're really smart, and lovely, and a bloody good cook" he parks his head on the crook of your neck with a sigh.

You chuckle softly, pulling the covers up to his chin, you lay your head just above his.

You both fall asleep listening to each other's steady breathing with the houseboat rocking you both rhythmically.

A/n: I'm sorry that my last fic made y'all cry lmao, here's some fluff. As always thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are appreciated ❤️

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#this is so cute

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mating press ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (21/07/23)

word count ; 100

content ; sexually explicit content, mating press, piv sex

fandom ; welcome home

pairing ; wally darling x unspecified afab reader

read also on ; ao3

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It was all just too much: legs spread apart and folded at the centre, leaving completely at your boyfriend's mercy; those warm, rough hands gripping at the undersides of your thighs to keep you in place whilst he pounded into your wet cunt again and again; the soft groans and whimpers, only half muffled by your kiss, that escaped him as he continued to make a complete mess of you; how disheveled and wild Wally looked when you broke apart, all flushed felty skin, messy blue hair, and wide eyes — almost as if he was enjoying this more than you.

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Hide & Seek

Summary: Everyone is playing a game of Hide and Seek at Wally's house. Wally uses this as a moment to get you alone...

Warnings: Smut, Reader has a vagina, fingering, WallyxReader

18+ MINORS DNI

"Five...four...three...two...one!" You hear Wally count down as you settle into your hiding place in the bedroom closet. The next few minutes are filled with silence except sounds of Wally's footsteps as he searches for his friends. Suddenly you hear the bedroom door open and footsteps entering. Shit. You start to panic and decide that maybe standing behind the clothes on the rack will give you some cover. As you try to quietly wedge yourself behind the clothes the closet door swings open. You freeze as your eyes meet Wally's as he finds you awkwardly shoved halfway behind the hanging clothes.

Wally grins at the sight and as you open your mouth to admit defeat you find yourself once again in darkness, as Wally shuts the closet door behind him and firmly presses you against the back wall of the closet. You gasp into Wally's mouth as he roughly kisses you, your mind going blank for a moment before you begin to kiss him back. You feel a hand travel down, tugging at your waistband. You pull back from the kiss in surprise, "Wally..?" you whisper. You'd never seen this kind of thing from Wally before, honestly you weren't even sure he knew about sex at all. He seemed oblivious to your flirting and the odd lewd joke from Barnaby seemed to leave him confused. "Wally what are you...what are you doing?"

A moment of silence follows as Wally ponders your question. "Isn't this what you want, Neighbor? What you like?" "What I like? What do you mean?" You feel a hot breath on your ear as Wally leans in to whisper, "I've seen the kinds of things you watch...the things you watch when you're alone..." You feel his hand slip under your waistband, you shiver as his hand glides along your skin.

"Wally, how-"

"Shhh..." he interrupts, "just let me do this." You feel his fingers finally slip between your folds, making you jolt. "Does that feel good, Neighbor? Am I doing this right?" He asks as he begins to rub at your clit. "Uh-huh" is all you manage to squeak out, your brain overwhelmed. "I think...I think I should do this faster, yes?" He begins to speed up his rhythm, the tension building in your core. "Fuck!" you whisper, followed by quiet laughter from Wally. "Ha ha ha...I don't usually hear you swear Neighbor...does it feel that good?"

"Shit. Yes. You're going to make me cum." You struggle to say in a whisper. "Oh...I think I know what that means." You swear you can hear the grin on his face when he speaks. The unexpectedness from this moment has you far more excited than usual; you bite your lip to keep quiet as you quickly approach climax. Wally senses you starting to tense up and applies more pressure to your aching clit, sending you over the edge. You feel your legs go weak and grip onto Wally's shoulders to steady you. You try not to break the skin as you bite even harder into your lip as small sounds manage to escape you.

You stand there trying to gather yourself when you feel Wally remove his hand and shift away from you. "That was amazing, Neighbor." Wally says as you hear the door click, followed by a slice of light entering the closet as he opens the door.

"We should try that again, sometime." He says with a smirk, before exiting the closet.

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bearlybella-but-sluttier · 2 years ago

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Wally darling nsfw headcanons 🔞🏠

Minors go away!

🎨 He’s a switch but don’t be fooled when he’s in the dom role he’s very rough.

🎨Has a daddy kink. Loves to hear call him that while he’s pleasing you.

🎨Is definitely down to paint on your body. Will tell you to hold still while he drags his finger or paintbrush across your skin

🎨Breeding kink. Hands down has a big breeding kink. He wants to settle down and start a family with you, so he’s against you being on birth control or using condoms. “You’re going to look so pretty carrying my child, mi amor~”

🎨Will speak in Spanish while he’s fucking you. I headcanon him as afro latino so I can definitely see him muttering and cursing in Spanish while he’s taking you

🎨Sir kink. Similar to the daddy kink he would expect you to refer to him as “sir” in the bedroom. It’s respectful after all~

🎨He loves to mark you. Whether it’s by his teeth or nails or using paints he has to show everyone that you’re his and his alone

🎨Heavy on the praising. He loves to tell you how good you are for him and what a good neighbor you are.

🎨He also will be into spanking. If you act too much of a brat he’ll bend you over his knee and give your ass a few hard smacks leaving your ass sore (and if you’re non melanin it’ll be red)

🎨Ropes. Ropes. Ropes. Listen he’s very good at knot tying and that comes into play when he’s tying you up to his bed frame with your wrists and legs tied. If you struggle against them he’ll be amused

That’s all I got for now 🤭

#playfellowxxx #welcome home #wally x reader #wally darling #wally darling x you

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bearlybella-but-sluttier · 2 years ago

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- Oh, Draga…

RIP bedsheets🪦

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bearlybella-but-sluttier · 2 years ago

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Andre 3000 at Wax N' Facts; Atlanta, Georgia.

📸: Zack Wolfe

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bearlybella-but-sluttier · 2 years ago

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Donna Beneviento Headcanons

Gonna be doing all the Lords and Ladies! Alcina Dimitrescu and Karl Heisenberg done!

!Minors and ageless blogs dni, this is an adult work!

Warnings: R18+/NSFT below the cut, SFW above the cut, reader is gn and ambiguous, mentions of somno and consensual drugging

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• Angie serves almost like a best friend to her, so in sync that her thoughts are Angie’s. Though most people think that Angie is a projection of Donna’s voice, it’s more like her most internal thoughts without any social guidelines hindering her. Making Angie say things like when seeing someone’s cleavage. “Woah get a load of THOSE honkers.” while Donna herself would obviously Not say that aloud.

• After her parents passed, due to the trauma of it all Donna completely locked herself away- save for traveling to the other Lords’ and Ladies’ estates when needed. Agoraphobia prevents her from going pretty much anywhere else, but she did used to visit the local farmer who sheared sheep and alpacas and spun their own yarn and fabrics. And the local farmer that sold leathers.

• Donna is very anxious and quiet, non-verbal and finding it difficult to find her voice. Angie normally fills any silences that may happen, but even then sometimes she says things that have Donna scrambling to cover her mouth and shake her head, furiously blushing beneath her veil all the while.

• Donna enjoys all arts and crafts- not just doll making or sewing. But she likes knitting, coloring, painting, drawing, gardening, and even writing poetry. As far as knitting, sometimes she catches herself making baby clothes and smiling down at them. They normally end up being altered to fit a doll, but during Rose’s brief stay with her she had been delighted that some of the clothes she had made fit her. It also made it Incredibly hard for her to let her go until Mother Miranda snapped at her.

• As a lover, Donna is so gentle and giving. She speaks with her body and her hands, or Angie being her voice when she is unable. Normally Angie is more blunt than she ever would be, but if her partner finds Angie enjoyable then well, Donna’s hooked.

• Donna has spent so long alone that she’s mastered cooking. Being able to cook FOR someone is a dream come true! But that means she does a lot more baking and cooking, tending to watch you while fussing with her own fingers and clearly anxious about your reaction. You can always feel her beaming in the room when you compliment or say you especially like something.

• Donna’s love languages are physical affection and gift giving, emphasis on gift giving. She wants to make you clothes, buy you them, cook for you, feed you, sit with you, spend time with you. If you like your alone time- you may need to tell her that. She also likes her own solitude, but sometimes she forgets because she likes your presence so much.

• PET NAMES PET NAMES PET NAMES!!! Though Donna would much prefer to call you things in her native tongue and things like ‘My love’ ‘My treasure’ ‘My darling’, Angie tends to use…well…vulgar language. So your most used ones from her are ‘Hot stuff’ ‘Sweet face’ ‘Sugar tits’ and ‘Toots’.

• Despite modern technology, Donna prefers older technology. Including keeping her father’s old record player and records that she constantly plays through the house to keep noise around.

• Due to her mutation, Donna’s ability to secrete a mist that causes deep hallucinations and things like that can also cause other things. But Donna has used this against you in a good way, because when you’re in your ‘dream’ state, she can project herself to you and remove her veil and talk to you. She tells you in those catatonic states about how it’s easier because that isn’t ‘really’ her to her.

!NSFT under cut here!

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Lil prompt for Lady D and a female reader, can be headcanons or fic as you see best: One of the other lords, maybe Heisenberg to be a little shit, maybe Donna just being sweet, maybe Mother Miranda being a creep, starts flirting with reader whenever they see her, specially in front of Alcina. She's not mad at reader, but she does chase away the flirter, and then decides to show the reader just why being Lady Dimitrescu's consert is the best choice there is.

As stated in my rules, I don't do fic requests nor gendered readers so this shall be like an Imagine and a Gender Neutral reader :D

!!!Minors and ageless blogs dni as this is an Adult post and blog!!!

• Reblogs > Likes - Please Reblogs this content you hit Like on to support content creators like me :D

Warnings: R18+/NSFT under the cut, Reader is gn and ambiguous, possessive undertones

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It's not like your Lady made her feelings very obvious- let alone concise. You were her Personal Assistant, as she put it. You were to not be harmed by her daughters or herself and were given special treatment, in return you practically followed your Lady like a dutiful pup at the ready. Ready to pour her more wine, provide company, as well as reading the ledgers and working out her books for future trips or schedules.

This meant you were to attend when the Lords and Ladies had discussions. You were quite familiar with all of them by now, politely waiting outside the door when it came down to them getting to business. But this time when you turn to leave, it's Heisenberg who stops you with a, "Hey! Why dontcha stick around, doll? You're practically family, right?"

The word 'family' is seethed. A word caught on the tips of his glinting canines and the thickness of his cigar. It seemed a word he didn't like, but you pause, looking to your Lady who rests in her chair with her quellazaire perched between her gloved fingers. She regards you with a glance over, then a look over to Heisenberg who is patting the spot next to him with another. "Well? Come keep me company."

Alcina gestures for you to follow, and you bow your head politely before approaching the elegant couch. You take your spot next to him, hands folded in your lap and back straight. For the most part, he's shockingly polite as things begin. He doesn't touch you, but he does turn and cup his hand around your ear at some points to murmur to you about what a bore his 'big sister' was being when she'd decline on bringing guests around for more 'testing'.

His voice is low, caressing your skin and making your body shudder. At some point he laughs and it's low and smoky, making you briefly bite your lip. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your Lady tense her jaw. Her ruby lips thinning and her dark gaze flickering to you.

When the meeting is over, Heisenberg thanks you for your company with a tip of his hat and tucking a piece of paper in your hand as he passes by. When you unroll it, you find it has numbers scribbled on it. And it had been rather long since you'd had a friend! It was exciting to you.

Especially to feel...wanted. He'd been kind enough, and besides, your Lady had been rather confusing. Some days she'd hold your chin and bow down to your height, pulling you up and let her breath brush your lips as she'd murmur for you to obey. Sometimes you'd walk into the same room as her to perform your duties and she'd scoff at you like you were nothing, shooing you off. And then other days she would offer for you to bathe in her huge bathtub, offering all her luxuries with it and telling you you worked too hard.

Up and down she was. You didn't like games being played with you. But it didn't seem you'd have to wait much longer for that.

!NSFT under cut here!

"I don't like the way he requested your company," Alcina begins that night as she sits at her vanity. You take care in taking the pins out of her hair, her sitting in a white night gown that's rather modest despite her ample cleavage. "He's a child, my dear. He takes what is mine and breaks it-"

"What is yours?" You question without thinking as you let her hair tumble down her shoulders. You stumble a bit on the stool you're standing on when you catch her golden gaze in the mirror, seeing just the way she narrows her eyes at your question and you stumble with your words. "W-what I mean to say is, My Lady- I-I-"

"Perhaps I have not been clear, pet. Forgive me for making that mistake." Her voice is eerily calm when she speaks, standing from her seat and turning to face you. Even on the stool you only come up to chest height at best, and you swallow thickly. Her cold fingers grasp your chin, tipping it up towards her as her large thumb swipes across your lips and makes your cheeks flush. "I shall correct that immediately."

You're lifted from where you stand. Practically thrown onto the bed as your heart races. You find yourself pinned beneath her, one hand cradling your head, the other pressed into the bed by your side. Her lips linger near yours, a quiet request, and you can't help but appreciate she's ensuring you want this too.

When your lips meet, you can taste the thick wine upon her tongue when she licks into your mouth. You're kissed until your mouth is smeared with her lipstick, her lips trailing down your neck and her words filthy yet sweet in your ear. Claiming you, telling you to say her name- her rightful name, no pleasantries. To call for her, to let her know who you belong to.

Your legs end up yanked over the side of the bed, held apart and her face between your legs. It doesn't matter how much you squirm and beg, she won't let you cum until you're calling her name. Licking and kissing you raw, moaning into you about your divine taste, making you feel higher and higher with each orgasm.

By the end of it, you're covered in her lipstick and trembling head to toe. Watching her tidy herself up in her vanity with small dabs of her lipstick and her piercing gaze following the way you shudder and shake with your legs splayed still. "Any other foolish questions, my dear?"

"None, My Lady." You breathe in return.

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bearlybella-but-sluttier · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Cassandra Dimitrescu x Reader

warnings: smut, top Cassandra, bottom reader, strap ons

WC:827

Cassandra's hums grew louder as she approached you. You were certain that she could hear your heartbeat quicken in your chest. It was part of what gave you away every single time. You could sense Cassandra's excitement, but that was the only one of her tells. Lady Dimitrescu had been careful in her experiments with you to make sure that you had all the tells of natural prey. For a moment, you could no longer sense Cassandra in the room with you, but that didn't last long. She grabbed you by the heels and dragged you out of your hiding spot. You were unceremoniously slung over her shoulder, just like she always did whenever she caught you.

"Clever girl," Cassandra praised as she tossed you onto her bed. She pulled her sickle out and set it on the bedside table. You watched as she took her robe off to reveal the strap-on that she was wearing. "But not clever enough. You almost had me, for a moment there."

"I almost thought Dani would find me first," you teased. Cassandra's face hardened with a flare of jealousy. You smirked, knowing that you had her exactly where you wanted her. Of her sisters, Cassandra had always been the best huntress. Bela didn't care unless it pleased the Lady of the House and Daniela didn't pay attention like Cassandra did. Daniela was faster and perhaps a bit stronger than her sisters, but she was not nearly as attentive.

"When the stakes are this high, they won't stand a chance," Cassandra said. It sounded like a promise of sorts. She had always been a bit possessive. At first, you had been her plaything. Then, you were whisked away to be experimented on and things shifted for the two of you. You were made to be the perfect prey, but in that, you had also been turned into a bit of a hunter. Cassandra liked that you could think and move like she did, she liked that you could hunt her while she hunted you. With that change in power dynamic came a whole chest of new feelings that neither of you had really gotten a chance to explore before.

"I doubt they have any clue that this is your prize." You flashed Cassandra a toothy grin, one that she happily kissed off of your face. You could be as cheeky as you wanted, but now she wanted you to be a bit bashful. Cassandra pushed the skirt of your dress up around your waist and grabbed onto your thighs to pull them apart. She stepped further in between your legs and grabbed onto your underwear. The material was silky and very thin, something you had picked up especially for Cassandra to be in a mood like this one. Cassandra pulled at the underwear a little and they ripped easily to completely expose you to her.

Cassandra's fingers pressed against your center, rubbing just a little to collect some of your arousal on the tips. Your breath hitched as Cassandra's middle finger pushed all of the way inside of you. Just like she had presumed, you were absolutely soaked. Cassandra pulled away from you and replaced her hand with the tip of the dildo. She leaned forward as the toy eased its way inside of you, caging into place. You kept your hands to yourself for the time being, just letting Cassandra work up to a good pace.

She wasn't being gentle with you, but she never was after a hunt. Her blood was pumping with adrenaline and her ego was inflated with pride from being the victor. Cassandra didn't kiss or hold you like she would have had the two of you just come together in the dungeons at night. Instead, she thrust into you with force and vigor as her teeth nipped at and scraped along your skin. There would be plenty of little marks that you would have to cover up in the coming days, but you didn't mind. You knew that Cassandra would come back to you later and take special care in going back over the marks with a gentle kiss or brush of her fingers.

"I got you," Cassandra whispered over and over as she fucked you. You knew that it wasn't a sweet sentiment about how she would always be there for you, but rather a boast for herself. That was what you heard being chanted into your ear again and again as Cassandra fucked you through your orgasm. She didn't stop until your body had gone completely limp beneath her. Cassandra pushed you up the bed a bit and sat on her knees at the edge of it in front of you. The formerly predatory grin on her face softened into one of satisfaction as Cassandra wrapped a blanket around herself and laid beside you. She pulled your body close against hers, fully prepared to stay that way for the rest of the day.

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