#adding this sucker to queue and going to bed

[ponytailzuko]

[ID copied from alt text: A digital comic showing Ladybug standing with her elbows on a railing, her hands up in the air in exasperation as she says, "so i found out that my boyfriend's father - gabriel agreste - was actually my arch-nemesis hawkmoth, who has been terrorising the city constantly. and he actually got both of our miraculous and reshaped reality and then he disappeared. so i told everyone that he - gabriel agreste - helped me defeat hawkmoth and now everyone thinks hes a hero. plus he apparently created my boyfriend from the peacock miraculous. so now ive been lying to my boyfriend about being a superhero, about his father, and about how he's a sentimonster."

"so that's what's been up with me lately," Ladybug finishes, looking over to the side.

It cuts to show Zuko staring at Ladybug, sweating nervously. "um…"

Zuko shrugs his shoulders and says, "that's… rough, buddy?"

While Zuko says that, Chat Noir lands on the roof they're both standing on. He's looking down to put his baton on his back while saying, "hey, my lady, sorry i'm late. you wouldn't believe what -"

Chat Noir looks up and cuts himself off to ask, " - is that zuko avatar?" End ID]

prince zuko, i am hawkmoth. i have given you the ability to regain your honor. nobody will be able to evade your capture, especially the avatar. all i want from you in exchange are ladybug and chat noir's miracu--

[wlwloverwrites]

omgg for lovers hour (btw LOVE this concept you’re legit my fave author on this app i can’t wait to read what you write!!!) what about bottom!nat in a maids outfit for a smutty blurb?? that image Does things to me🥵

Anonymous said

natasha and reader have a thing for riding each other’s faces 🥵 i bet nat makes the loudest moans and whimpers as she rides your face and begs you for more.

Warnings: MAID COSTUME! light degrading, choking, face sitting, anal fingering, smut (18+)

Word count: 1.3k

Lover Hours Masterlist

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The maid costume was bought as a backup plan in case Natasha didn’t like her nun costume. She always hated the idea of online shopping, never truly knowing if the clothes would fit too big or too small and not to mention how addicting it was.

It was already the second week of November when the package was delivered to your shared apartment. The both of you agreed to have your own privacy and get away from the other avengers. It was a new change and so far it was going well. Completely clueless on what package you were carrying with you walked up the many stairs. Causally flipping through your mail.

“Babe!”

“Yeah?”

“You got a package!” Chuckling to yourself when you hear her shuffling and almost trip over her two left feet. Handing her the small package, watching her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. At first it’s because of your kiss, but your eyes follow hers.

“Is that a maid costume?”

Natasha is holding up the tiny costume, the black skirt of the dress is shorter then short. Big white ruffles are displayed from under the skirt. The top of the costume had a reasonable neckline, it was low enough to leave you thinking the dirtiest thoughts.

You could almost picture her accidentally flashing you when doing, literally anything. Maybe if Natasha bent down too far, no matter which way she was facing, you’d be there for an eyeful. Whether it was her breasts or sinful image of her soaked panties.

“It came too late,” Natasha pouts, despite her flushed cheeks - fully aware what thoughts are running through your head - she’s sad. Sad that she couldn’t wear this cute little number on one of the funnest holidays of the year.

“Doesn’t mean you still can’t wear.”

-

“Such a pretty maid.”

Natasha is sitting on her knees, staring at your with the prettiest bambi eyes. The ball gag is making her drool all over her chin and onto her breast, so messy. Her thighs look even thicker with them flushed together, you knew if you looked close enough you’d see her clenching them together.

“Open your legs, maid.”

Natasha whimpers at your command, immediately complying and opens them. The costume is doing very little to cover her body, and you loved every second. Her light pink cotton panties are soaked through, a dark pink spot getting larger with each comment you made.

“Looks like the lovely maid has a mess between her thighs,” you mock while removing the ball gag and throwing it to the side.

Your fingers hooked on to her necklace, scoffing at the little accessory she added. Tugging harshly at the chain, pulling her up to her feet. You can tell you pulled with the right amount of force due to the little moan that slipped through her mouth.

Natasha has always truly been a sucker for pain.

Your warm hand finds her neck, starting off with a light squeeze and then fully wrapping around her throat. Her eyes flutter shut when she feels your other hand bunch up the back part of the skirt and grab a handful of her ass. Massaging her bum, purposely digging your short nails into her skin.

“I want you to sit on my face.”

If it weren’t for your hands supporting her, Natasha would have melted into your arms. Natasha is quick to nod at your request. She wanted nothing more than to ride your face and come all over your tongue.

“Have to clean up that dirty mess between your thighs.”

Your hand that was on her ass hooks her panties down her legs and stuffs them into your jean pocket. The simple yet naughty action makes Natasha needier. Falling onto your back and on top of the soft queen size bed. You watch hungrily as Natasha crawls on top of you. The natural scent of her sex reaches your nose when her thighs land beside your face.

Brushing your nose softly against her inner thighs, her pussy is dripping with juices. Truly she’s a mess. Locking your arms around her thighs, you knew as soon as you’d get your mouth on her she’d start squirming.

“I want you to moan as loud as you want, got that?”

Natasha nods, forgetting that you couldn’t see her she’s quick to correct herself before you could correct her yourself. “Yes, I understand.”

As if on queue, Natasha lets out a loud moan and squirms in your firm hold when you lick a wet stripe on her pussy. Lapping your tongue over and over again, never getting enough of her sweet taste. Her pretty moans fill your ears, a beautiful song you had total control over.

“Please.”

Kitten licking her throbbing clit, almost in a teasing manner. Her thighs twitch around you, you’re scared for only half a second that she’s squeeze your head too tightly and make you pass out. But does that really sound so bad?

“Please more!” Her whines are broken as her hands grip the white sheets. Her bottom lip is pulled between her teeth, the sting of her nails sudden digging to her soft palms make her flinch.

Ignoring her pleads, you continue your slow pace. Take your time, pulling each moan and licking each drop. Digging your fingers into her milk thighs, wanting nothing more than to leave bruises in their wake.

The urge to mark her body with your touch, your bruise, your kiss.

She groan in protest when you detach your mouth from her heat. Not liking her attitude you sneak a quick bite to her thigh. She flinched for a second then moans. You soothe the ache a small kiss. Pressing more kisses all over, occasionally sucking a hickie or two on her pale skin. And by ‘occasionally’ you meant every chance you got.

Landing a soft, almost nonexistent kiss on her clit. Pride fills your chest when Natasha cries out in pleasure.

“Ride my face, baby.”

Natasha could cry, the build up was making her hyper and needier and now you granted her permission to do one of her favorite things... ever.

She does exactly what you ask, she rides your face like her face depends on it. She more confident then the first time you ask her. One of the worlds smartest spies was shy and self conscious when you ask her to ride your face. Now? She had no care in the world and focused on your voice and mouth.

Rolling her hips, finding the perfect angle that makes her tummy flip and pussy clench with need. Your chin is soaked with all she had to offer.

Moving your hand and reaching for Natasha face. Your hand squeezes her face harshly. Her lips are puckered and her cheeks are smashed. Bringing your fingers to her mouth, sucking on her clit unexpectedly. Your silent command, she gets the memo and sucking your fingers. Once she’s done coating them in her salvia you bring fingers under her skirt.

Your hands slip and find her ass. Grabbing the perky flesh and spreading her cheek, your soaked pointer finger is quick to find her tightest hole.

“Wh-What are you doing?”

“Just trust me, yeah?”

“M’kay.”

Circling your dripping finger along her tightest ring, the tight muscles flutter with your touch. A foreign feeling takes up Natasha’s body when you carefully push in the tip of your finger.

Studying her moans, you continue you lick her clit. Experimentally, you wiggle your finger.

“Fuck!”

Pushing just a little bit more of your finger, you suck hard on her clit. Her moans are loud and whiny, her hands grip the sheets until her knuckles turn white.

“Ah! I’m gonna come!” Never stopping until she falls apart on your face. Her mouth opens to let out a silent scream.

“I’m coming!”

~lover hours~ (send smutty concepts/blurbs NOT RESQUESTS)

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Momo Yayorozu is a lesbian and just doesn’t know it yet.

my computer died half way through writing this and none of it saved so while I love momo I am done with it. 

Omega! Yayorozu x Alpha! Reader. 

warnings: light smut, 

word count: 2,300 (about)

summary: You and momo are good friends, you just wished you were a little more.

Yayorozu’s hands were unusally soft for a hero. I mean you’d think with all the fighting she did that she would have at least a few callouses on her hands but no, they were always so soft. Not that you were all that surprised, she probably had some fancy lotion that cost a fortune and worked miracles. Her hands were on you now, slowly working out the kinks in your shoulders. 

“You really need to be more careful (y/n) you could seriously hurt yourself if you keep trying to spar while you aren’t properly stretched out,” she scolded lightly. You knew she was right, but if this was the treatment you get for not stretching, you couldn’t complain. Her scent was soft, like cherry blossoms and citrus. 

“Not that I don’t apricate this Momo, but people might get the wrong idea if you stay so close to an Alpha,” you warned and felt her freeze for a minute. 

“I don’t care, Everyone knows were just friends anyway,” she said and you felt a sharp spear pierce your heart. that’s right, you were just friends. And of course, no one would think twice about Momo rubbing your shoulders, she was straight after all. 

The two of you were still surprisingly close for an Alpha and Omega to be. It hurt a little bit each time she took your hand in hers, or cuddled up next to you during class movie nights. 

Even though you had no chance, it was hard not to fall in love with her. 

“(y/n)?” Momo prompted and you realized she had asked you something while you were spacing out.

“Sorry what was that?” you asked 

“Do you want to get boba?” she asked picking up her gym bag and you followed her. 

“Sure,” you agreed and a wide smile spreading across her face making your heart do funny things. “my treat,” you added. and her smile evaporated turning into a stubborn pout.

“(y/n) why do you never let me spoil you?” she whinned hanging off your arm dramatically maing you chuckle. you placed your hand on her lower back steadying her.

“Come on Momo it’s just my Alpha instinct, You don’t want to hurt my pride do ya?” you shrugged and she huffed. 

“Okay but I’m paying next time,” she said and you agreed placidly.

The boba shop wasn’t too far from the gym you worked out at, momo staid on your arm as you walked. She leaned her head on your shoulder as you waited in line making your heart skip a beat. you looked around the small boba shop at the other people, and you wondered if they thought you were a couple. 

“Hey (y/n) will you order for me? I need the bathroom,” Momo said squeezing your hand and pulling away from you. instantly you missed her closeness.

“sure,” you said with a nod. and turned your attention back to the line thinking about what she would want. Normally she got the brown sugar milk tea but maybe you’d surprise her with the caramel one instead. 

You placed your order and waited patiently for your name to be called, then you felt a small tap on your shoulder. When you turned you saw a short yellow-haired omega girl looking up at you, a bright pink blush across her round cheeks. 

“Can I help you?” you asked polielty, 

“Oh! sorry I was just wondering if that girl you were with was your mate,” she asked and you did your best not to grimace. It wasn’t her fault so there was no use getting mad at her. 

“No, we’re just friends,” you admitted. She beamed 

“Oh! well my name is Peko and uhm i just think you’re gorgeous and I was wondering if you’d want to go out with me?” She offered, for an omega she was certainly bold. Suddenly Momo was back at your side, her hand taking its place in yours. 

“A friend of yours?” she asked. you squeezed her hand and turned your attention back to Peko.

“I’m sorry, you seem like a very sweet Omega but I’m a UA student and I’m too busy to date anyone right now, I’m sorry,” you said and winced as she deflated. 

“It’s alright, It was nice to meet you!” she said before scurrying over to her own friends. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make things awkward,” Momo said 

“Don’t worry about it,” you said with a shrug then to lighten the mood you elbowed her lightly. 

“Rejecting girls isn’t any big deal for a heartbreaker like me,” you teased wiggling your eyebrows

“Oh how could I forget Omega’s just love you don’t they,” she giggled. 

Momo couldn’t stop thinking about your interactions today. For some reason it felt wrong to see you with another Omega, one that was flirting with you no less. and even though you had said it as a joke, she couldn't help but think that you really were a “babe magnet” as Denki would put it. It made her uncomfortable for some reason. 

Maybe it was because if you stopped spending so much time with her you would have enough time for a mate. No, you were her best friend, you wouldn't just drop her like that, even if your future mate demanded it. Momo knew that if her future Alpha ever suggested she spend less time with you she would drop him in a heartbeat. No Alpha was worth losing you over. but what if you didn’t feel the same way about her? the idea gnawed at her.

While she had never asked it, Momo had always sort of assumed the two of you would stick together after graduation, maybe even move in together once you both started working. She could very clearly see herself coming home to you after a long day of work and relaxing in your arms. or dancing around the kitchen together while you thought her how to cook. 

But maybe that was just a fantasy in her head.

 Her skin felt hot, itchy. Signs of her upcoming heat. She started moving around the room picking at her nest and rearranging it lightly. it was made of soft blankets and stuffed animals on her enormous bed. and at the heart of her nest was a collection of items you’d scented for her. 

There were other items scented by alphas, but they were on the outskirts of her bed. None of them offered the comfort your scent did. Fermilar, soft, warm, protective. She wondered if she’d ever find an Alpha who smelled as good as you did. 

Her phone buzzed and she saw you had texted her. You wished her a good night, and told her that you would be stopping by after class to check on her, so she should text you if she needed anything. Momo smiled and wondered if she could sucker you into to Facetiming with her so she could fall asleep with you. She knew you would, You always spoiled her when she was this close to her heat. You were going to make some omega really happy one day.

Momo woke up late the next day, a dull ache set in to her whole body. She whimpered and checked her phone. Just another text from you telling her good morning and reminding her to text if she needed anything. She really did love you, as much as a best friend could love somone. 

Momo rolled on her side and brought her favorite hoodie to her nose breathing in your scent, which relaxed the pain some but also brought on a pang of longing in her core. She sighed, breathing in again, this was going to be a long day. 

You spent the whole day fidgeting and nervously tapping on your desk. It was hard to focus on the lesson being thought when your omega was out hurting. It was wrong to be so possessive of Yaoyorozu but you couldn’t help the flare of hormones that just so happened to hit you everytime she went into heat. 

You checked your phone religiously, Momo texted you as soon as she woke up telling you that she had everything she need but still wanted to see you after class. But that didn’t stop the fidgity way you checked your messages, after all you needed to know if she changed her mind. 

The second the bell rang you bolted out of the room, tearing to the dorm room grabbing a convenience store bag full of treats for her before tripping over yourself to get to her room. Even if Momo claimed she didn’t need anything you would sooner turn up dead than show up empty-handed. 

You took one deep breath before knocking at the door. 

“(y/n)?” she asked

“Yeah Princess it’s me can I come in?” you asked. Princess was a special nickname you only used when she was hurt or in heat, 

“The doors unlocked,” she replied and you took that as your queue to enter. To most Alphas, it would be maddening to walk into a room with an in heat Omega, but it was strangely calming for you. your nerves subsided as you saw Momo curled in her nest wearing one of your old hoodies. 

“You shouldn’t leave the door unlocked its dangerous,” you chided softly,  placing the bag on her side table and sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed, careful not to intrude on her nest. 

“ ‘snot dangerous, I have you to protect me,” she whinned. You alpha let out a deep internal purr. That was right, you were her alpha and you were going you protect her better than anyone else could. 

“Still you need to be careful when I’m not around Princess,”

“stop scolding me, come cuddle,” she huffed rolling her eyes and opening her arms. 

“are you sure? You want me in your nest?”

“(y/n) you make up half of my nest now come here.”  You thought about teasing her for being so bossy but decided against it. crawling over tward her and taking her warm body into your arms. Momo’s arms locked around you like a vice, you got comfortable knowing you’d be there for a while. 

she buried her nose in the crook of your neck breathing in your scent and her hands went to your hair, running her fingers through it softly. You held her just as tight, your hands trailing up and down the curve of her back.

“Missed you today,” you said into her hair, her breath tickled your neck as she spoke

“I missed you more,” 

“Now way you missed me more. You have a million things I scented for you it’s not the same,” you protested

“Did too miss you more, I’m in heat I needed my Alpha!” She shot back. you froze uner her and she pulled back, confused at your sudden change in mood. 

“Momo, you can’t say stuff like that,” you said gravely serious, then seeing the confusion on her face you contued. 

“you’re still an Omega, and one in heat for that, it does things to me when you say that,” you growled. 

Momo’s thighs clenched together, it was deeply appealing to know she could rile you up so easily.  Her hands moved to your stomach feeling the soft skin and bit her lower lip. She had never realised how much she needed to touch you. at that moment it didn’t mater to her that you were her friend, and a girl, she just wanted more of you. 

“so, It turns you on when I call you Alpha?” she asked. it was very unladylike of her, but worth it to see the blood rush to your face,

“Momo-”

“or is it the needing you part? because that was true I needed you so badly all day Alpha,” before she could even blink you had fliped her onto her back and crashed your mouth to hers. She responded eagerly, kissing you with a passion she didn’t even know she had. It was exhilarating to kiss you and feel your body press down on hers. it felt right.But as soon as it started it ended.

“Damn it,” you growled, angry at yourself for losing control. you forced yourself off the bed leaving momo dazed behind. Your mouth still buzzed, it had been everything you had ever dreamed of to kiss her. 

“I’m sorry Momo,” you said running your hand through your hair. “I should go,” you said, the smell was starting to get to you in a way it never had before, every instinct was telling you to kiss her again. 

“wait, (y/n) please,” she called, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back, she was too close and you pounced again. Kissing her ferociously, your tongue slipping past her soft pink lips. you moaned into her touch before ripping yourself away again. Fuck she was delicious. 

“I can’t control myself, I need to go,” you growled. 

“I love you (y/n) please stay. I want you to kiss me like that, I meant it when I said I needed you,” she pleaded, tears forming in her perfect gray eyes. you whipped her eyes and kissed her softly. 

“you mean that Princess?” you asked against her mouth, your hands lost in her thick black hair. she nodded, leaning in to kiss you this time. 

“I love you so much,” she said you pushed her back, laying yourself out across her chest. as you savored her kisses. 

“I’ve loved you for the longest time,” you said. 

“then you’ll keep kissing me?” she asked making you laugh. 

“mmhmm babygirl I’m all yours.”

[bojk87]

Day 1 - Journey before destination

Journey before destination. It is a line I read in a book recently and it certainly rings true for me. So much goes into a trip, all the planning, preparation, packing and effort before getting away from your world and entering another. In this scenario, the other world for us will be the tropical island of Vanuatu, where the sun, sea and cocktails call to us with their enchanting and relaxing vibes.

The alarm rang much as it would any other Monday morning, but instead of being met with the usual eye rolls and grunts of disapproval, this morning met with smiles and nervous excitement. It was the typical rush of getting ready in the morning with a good measure of packing, repacking, checking things and repacking again that took place at our house before we were able to bid our place goodbye for a few days and set off on our adventures.

We squeezed ourselves onto a fairly packed train, me with my packed carry on bag and Michelle with what felt like an entire house worth of contents squeezed into a suitcase. This time though, we were going in the opposite direction to all those other poor suckers out there headed to a sunny yet cold day of drudgery, which made the squeezing onto the train like a sardine all the better.

We got to the airport, found our check in terminal and made our way through the crowds lined up at customs. I have said it before, and I will say it again, there is something truly magical about airports. They are the gates to work and holidays and adventures and many worlds out there, which is why I feel like a young kid every time I go there with a smile on my face and an extra spring in my step! Who can ever know what awaits for them on their worldly adventures?

Typical travellers, after getting through customs and Michelle being stopped for a random bomb check, we proceeded to devour every aspect of duty free and everything it had to offer. I tried on expensive watches that I one day hope to buy, Michelle spritzed herself with expensive perfume and I tasted some brand new whiskeys from Macallan all before 8am had ticked over. Next stop was to make use of some free lounge passes that AMEX was giving out a while back, and who am I to say no to a freebie. With Michelle’s boarding pass stamped to proceed to the lavish lifestyle that an airport lounge offers, I was the next in the queue. She looked at my free pass and said that they do not honour those at this particular lounge, so it was only by the grace and generosity of my partner who sacrificed her other free pass, that I was saved from being denied entry to the higher eschelons of society.

The lounge proved to be better than expected and definitely a far better way to prepare for a flight compared to my usual queueing and milling around for a few hours. I had some questionable looking and watery eggs, deliciously crispy bacon, a small chicken sausage, badly toasted bread from an ancient toaster and what felt like my entire body weight of surprisingly nice baby croissants and all manner of pastries. Not to be outdone by the others in the lounge we had a fair go at some tea, a cold drip coffee which actually wasn’t bad and a few glasses of sparkling white wine because why not!

After consulting with some doctors a few weeks ago it turns out that Vanuatu has malaria, zika and dengue as active diseases, so being super cautious travellers and not wanting to take any chances, we popped some malaria tablets yesterday and now today. Turns out you have to take these bad boys a few days before your trip begins, everyday during the trip and for a week afterwards, so cheers to the next fortnight of having tablets every morning at 10am!

Feeling full, safe and drugged up on protection drugs we took a long walk to our departure area which felt like it was on the other side of the world! Quick phone call to Mum and dad and we were off on our first international adventure together! A very quick three and a half hours of flying was broken up by having the usual mish mash of aeroplane food that pretended to be some kind of beef, a nice lager style beer from Vanuatu called Tusker, and a scrumptious little white chocolate and raspberry cookie before nodding off for most of the trip while listening to some music.

We land in Vanuatu on the tarmac and are greeted by that true and tried tropical island heat and humidity, where the air itself feels like it is trying to make sure that you don’t need a shirt. The trip to immigration is pretty quick, and the time taken to collect Michelle’s bag seems to drag on for about ten minutes before we are able to leave and get the transport to our accomodation. The transport in this case is an old van that has barely enough power to get up a hill when fully loaded, and is actually trying to compete for the world title of loudest yet least effective air conditioning unit.

There are a few other couples in the van with us, and I think we are all slightly taken aback by the sights around us. The road from the airport to the resorts is certainly much more from the developing world than I was expecting with unsealed and incomplete roads, all with a solid disregard for any form of road rules. What really puzzled me was just how many people there were walking around town, seemingly without anywhere to go, or others just sitting by a tree on the side of the road looking at the traffic go past.

After almost an hour of dropping other people off, we finally arrived at our destination which is Breakas Beach Resort. Upon arrival we are given a welcome drink which was a delicious and refreshingly cold mix of guava and other tropical fruits. It was exactly what the doctor had ordered, so we had those as we explored our accomodation. A very high ceiling, thatched roof cottage that has a large bed and some seating is what greeted us in the first room, while the bathroom was on the other side of the cottage and was complete with an outdoor shower. While basic, the overall accomodation seemed nice.

After a quick freshen up, we headed to the resort bar for a few pre dinner drinks and to really welcome in the holiday. Having glanced at the drinks the others were having, we realised that the cocktails were made with ice, which is the silent holiday killer in places like this for those of us with weak stomachs. An executive decision was made to stick to beer, so we ordered up some of those and got the night started. Looking around we were somewhat surprised that the place wasn’t very busy, and that we were among the youngest people staying there, but luckily this is an adults only resort, so there was no chance there was going to be screaming kids running around.

Live and relaxing music started playing while we were having a drink which definitely added to the whole island vibe. We very quickly picked up on a concept called “island time”, which means that nothing is ever done in a rush and happens in due course. Not a bad life mantra, but certainly not the greatest way to run a bar and restaurant. Starving by this stage, we relocated a couple of steps to the restaurant and ordered up some food which in this instance was some bruschetta, a local chicken dish and a tandoori pizza, all to be washed down with some South Australian red wine. The thing that struck me is that the prices of food and alcohol were no different to ones back home, probably because most things would have to be transported here for consumption. Very quickly, what also became apparent was that while the food and drinks were priced the same as back home, the quality of cooking was a step below, which meant that once again I would be glad to eat when I got back home to Sydney.

With dinner and a bottle of wine done, it was time to call it a night after the start of our holiday. Putting the mosquito net on and squeezing in under it certainly proved an annoying task, but thankfully sleep came on really quickly after that. With day one done, let’s see what day two holds in store.

Your traveller and his partner in crime,

Boj and Michelle