#and i was like 'GASP ANON HATE wonder what this is about'

[daydadahlias]

I was going to say Love Loaf suck if you decided to reply back actually. I came prepared

and you'd be so right for that.

[nanaslutt]

gojo patting your head and playing with your hair every time before you give him the best fucking blowjob of his life

— from abs anon

abs anon your brain is something very special to me

this went on so much longer than i anticipated…i love the thought of giving gojo head ok………

contains: fem reader, whipped!gojo, finger sucking, dirty talk, oral (m!receiving), masturbation (m&f), praise, throat fucking, degradation, dacraphillia, yes he says the thing…, uhhhh lickin’ his balls, he cums on ur face<3

MDNI

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔

Gojo always loved when you gave him head, you always suckled and rolled your tongue against the underside of his dick so perfectly, never complaining when he suddenly took over, veiny hands gripping the sides of your head and fucking your throat into oblivian.

So can you blame him when he shows you so much gratitude and affection beforehand? Gojo never once failing to show his thanks once he's filled your throat with him seed, by eating you out till you saw the pearly gates, bordering on passing out every single time he sucked your clit into his warm mouth when your orgasm hit,

Satoru’s rough treatment on your throat a stark contrast to how sweetly his lithe fingers curled around the hair framing your face, cooing at you while he ran his fingers through the strands,

and this night was no different. you were on your knees, heels digging into your ass as you sat between his rippling thighs, both his hands were currently smothering you with attention, running his hands from the top of your scalp down to the back of your head, scratching his well manicured nails against the back of your slender neck.

"Such a good girl" he hummed praise at you when you closed your eyes, leaning into his soft touch, "love you so much you know that right?" he questioned, staring down at you fondly when your eyes drop back open, returning his stare,

"mhm" you nod, turning your face into his palm to kiss his the skin there when he slides it down to caress the side of your face with his thumb, "good," he answers, lips curling in a smile, "cos im about to fuck your throat like I hate you," he speaks casually, your lips forming a pout, tummy twisting with arousal at his words,

"sounds perfect," you whisper, maintaining eye contact with his gaze, full of promise. your own hands coming down to rest on his hard knees when his larger hand wonders further down your face, a long digit tracing your soft lips,

using the digit to pull your lip down, exposing the bottom row of your teeth. He drags the finger down to your chin, letting the apature close as your lip bounces back into place slightly,

Tracing the digit back up, gojo’s jaw drops slightly in a gasp when you open your mouth to suck his finger into your warm cavity, rolling your tongue around the appendage and sucking softly, wincing when the tip of his finger hits the back of your throat.

you continued your ministrations on his finger, giving it the same treatment in which you were about to perform on his cock,

his gaze focusing on your mouth that's sucking on his finger lewdly, other hand coming down to unzip his pants and pull his cock out without looking away. squeezing the tip in his palm before slowly stroking down his cock, mimicking the motions of your tongue and pace of your bobbing head while pre cum leaked from his tip and onto his fingers,

you clench your thighs together, sitting back against your calves as you stare at his inhuman length, mouth salivating against his salty skin when you see the bead of pre cum being squeezed out before it drips onto his thighs.

you pulled back your head and let his finger slide out of your mouth with a pop, "wanna taste it, please." you stare at his flushed tip, both of you knowing exactly what you were referring to. gojo brought his finger wet with your saliva up to his mouth before popping it into his own, licking your cooled spit off of his digit, hand quicky coming back down to stroke your head comfortingly, "I want you to taste it too, princess," he smiles when you swallow dramatically,

leaning forward you poke your tongue out, kitten licking the tip of his dick, moaning at the slightly sweet taste. gojo’s grip still hard on his cock, pace picking up when he feels your tongue make contact with his sensitive length.

you stick your tongue out anticipatingly, pretty begging eyes staring up at him through your lashes, as he roughly brings his cockhead against your tongue, slapping it a couple times

you moan out at the impact, "wanna taste more?" he asks you, continuing to run his hands all throughout your hair, messing it up slightly, simultaneously tapping his cock once more against your awaiting mouth, rubbing his frenulum back and forth atop your tongue to stimulate himself before the main course,

pausing his prior actions, opting to rub his dick against your smooth lips, smearing his pre on your lips like gloss, "please toru'" you beg, nails digging into his clothed thighs in want,

“It’s all yours sweet girl," he announced, leans back. Gojo’s heavy hand abandoning his throbbing cock, opting to rest behind him in support.

He watches you closely when you lean in, engulfing the tip of his pretty cockhead into your mouth, hands still perched against his knees. You suckle on the tip, moaning when you do so, sending delicious vibrations through the length of his member before pressing your tounge into the slit slightly.

Gojo grits his teeth at the sensation, sucking a breath in through his teeth feeling of the tip of your tongue practically digging out the cum hiding there.

Taking him deeper into your incredibly hot mouth, about halfway down now. Satoru resist’s the urge to start fucking your tight throat, making you cry and gag around him. He liked to let you have your fun for a couple minutes, allowing you to get used to the feeling of having something in your mouth before he meanly bullied his cock down your throat for his own pleasure.

Every bumb and ride of his cock being stimulated by the texture on the inside of your cheeks. Soft tongue joining in the sensations when you rotate the length of it around his his member.

Cock being manipulated by your cavity as you continue to perform hands free. Gojo’s dick being forced to follow with your movements when you bob and twist your head, much to his arousal.

The tip of the blondes lengthy cock finally reaches the back of your constricting throat, nose pressed against the white tuff of hair above the base of it. “Thaats it,” he groans, digging his nails into your scalp as he grips your hair in a stronghold, holding you flush against his pelvis.

Your eyes watering at the stretch, holding back gag after gag as he just grinds his dick into your throat, “so fucking tight, s-shit” he relishes, jaw clenching when you swallow around him.

Cunt gushing out slick and dripping down your thighs hearing his strained voice. “feels so good baby,” he praises, locking eyes with your own, zeroing in on the tears threatening to fall from your lash line.

“wanna fuck ur throat now baby,” he says, restraint laced into his voice while he waits for your permission, “cant hold back any longer.” he finishes, letting out a long groan of approval when you try to nod, jolting his buried cock around still snug in your throat.

“so fucking good to me,” shaking his head back and forth in disbelief and he smirks. Hips immediately getting to work as he raised from his sitting position, your small hands still gripped onto his knees when he stood.

Looking down at you, he cradled your soft cheeks in both his large hands and began thrusting his cock in and out of your cavity, shifting the position of his feet closer against the sides of your folded thighs, making it easier to fuck your face.

Obscene noises being pulled from your throat, spit messily stringing from around your face connecting to his cock, “fuck yes, jus. like. that!” he speaks between thrusts.

Cooing at your pretty face, lips stretched to their maximum to accommodate his impressive length, tears started to fall from your pretty eyes because of gojo’s constant assault against your gag reflex, “awww, you cryin’ baby?” he smiles down at you, faux pitty gracing his features.

“Takin it so well, jus my perfect little slut aren’t you?” he asked. You nodded and whined at his question, sound vibrating around his dick. Dragging one of your soft hands down his leg, you slid it between your previously shut thighs to rub your fingers on your clit over your panties. The small circles sending electricity through your core.

Satoru moaned at the scene, watching you get off on him fucking your face, “you like when i treat you like this huh?” he continued his rambling, drunk on pleasure, “ur little pussy gettin all jealous that ur throats gettin all the attention?” he coos down at you.

The stimulation on your clit has you letting out more intense moans and whimpers around his length, vibrating around his cock. He half moans-half laughs when he observes what you do next.

Watching your pretty fingers peeling your damp panties to the side of your pussy and inserting your fingers slowly, imitating his thrusts with your digits by matching his pace. “oh that’s so fucking hot haha,” he laughs, mixed with a dragged out moan watching your fingers work quickly, curling into your most sensitive spot when you thrust them to the hilt of your palm.

He pulls your face back from his dick and starts jerking his cock rapidly in front of you.

The next sensation you feel is wetness smearing over your cheek. Gojo was firmly grabbing his cock at the base and slapping it against the side of your face. “cant wait to cum all over this pretty face of yours,” he groaned, pulling his plump lip between his teeth

You leaned your head down, the spit and drool covering your chin starting to run down your neck as you sucked his neglected balls into your mouth,

“Fuuuuck me baby,” he whines when you roll your tongue around his sack, sucking and licking in patters and circles around him, feeling the heavy weight of his balls, full of his cum, laying against your tongue.

Gojo jerked his wet cock rapidly, making loud slick sounds bounce off the walls, going straight to your head and making you dizzy. He didn’t dare take his eyes off the sight of you.

Mentally praising you for keeping your hands out of the way throughout this entire interaction. Of course he enjoyed when you gave him handjobs or used your hands to suck him off but not in moments like these.

Your hands would only be in the way in this situation, when he was fucking your throat harshly.

“Your tongue feels so fucking good, don’t you dare stop,” satoru’s head tipping back as he fucks his fist aggressively, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of your unbelievable soft mouth massaging his sack.

Fingers picking up the pace inside of yourself, not aiming to cum yet but needing to feel some sort of stimulation to get you through this. You know he was going to give it to you so good when he finished but you were feeling so fucking needy.

His wines and moans have gone straight to your pussy for the past—however long he’s been fucking your throat for.

Arousal pooling around your fingers, feeling like you already came with how much slick having accumulated.

Becoming acutely aware of your sore knees before he speaks up again.

“Yesyesyes, gonna cum baby don’t stop sucking,” he moaned, hand gripping your hair tightly, pressing your face hard against his balls, “fuuuck, gonna come so hard-“ cutting himself off with a whimper when you draw figure eights on his balls simultaneously.

Gojo twisted his wrist expertly, working himself up to his orgasm. Looking between your messy face, and smaller fingers fucking into your needy pussy, feeling dizzy at the squelches coming from your cunt and the pool of cum he could see flood onto your palm when you dragged your fingers out of your tight hole.

“C-cmere baby,” he stuttered out, hastily pulling you off of his balls, “stick ur tongue out for me,” he instructs and you follow,

Sticking your pretty pink tongue out under him, making a cute little ‘ahhhh’ sound when you did. Big eyes staring up at gojo patiently waiting for his cum to hit your taste buds.

“Attagirl, keep lookin’ at me like that baby, d-don’t look away, need you to look at me when I cum.” he was rambling, voice cracking, moans falling out between words as he was brought to the edge,

“want ur cum toru’, give it to me.” you begged in your soft voice, pushing him over the edge.

Hips thrusting into his hand when the first rope of cum shot out from his dick, abs clenching and curses intertwined with whines spilling from his mouth, cum landing in stripes all over your face.

His hot seed landing mostly in your mouth, some dirtying your now ruined hair from his continuous petting and grappling on it.

Moaning with him while he came, licking the seed you could reach that landed on the side of your mouth before leaning forward and suckling him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, swallowing the cum and cleaning him up nice.

“O-oh sh-it.” his broken voice moans high in pitch when you rotate your tongue against his sensitive cockhead, not sucking too hard or too long, trying to avoid overstimulating him to the best of your ability.

“I love you so fucking much holy shit.” he whined, meaning every word sincerely when you popped his dick out of your mouth, toothy smile adorning your features.

“Almost made me pass out from coming so hard princess.” he giggles, collecting his seed of your cheek and sliding it into your greedy mouth as you happily suckle around it, cleaning it off.

“You ready for ur turn baby?” you let him pull out his thumb to caress your face and you nod, fingers sliding out of yourself and wiping the wetness on your thigh, “gonna make you squirt all over my face, you deserve it.”

Your giggles filling the air, mumbling into his lips that you love him more as you kiss him, letting him taste himself on your tongue when he wraps your legs snug around his waist, before throwing you back onto the bed.

[satorudoll]

Gojo saying he hates taking care of brats and then becoming the best dad ever 🤫

💌! anon, you have NO IDEA what that panel of jjk going around was doing to me. Toru literally my cutest hubby ^^

You still remember meeting the grumpy and dork of a seventeen year old manchild when you entered the Jujutsu high's hallways for the very first time.

Your most core memories of him being the ones where he used to accompany you to your part time jobs, to babysit little kids.

While the three year old would be building blocks on the ground in front of you both, Satoru thinking of himself as the sly one would try scooting closer to your side on the couch. Softly grazing your hand and closing his one over it as he'd lean in to whisper something along the lines of,

"Baby, I think this is an amazing time to makeout before this utter nuisance turns his head arou—"

His words being cut off short with the ripping cries of the three year old who'd start to kick his feet and throw all his blocks around in pure anger.

Satoru would heave the loudest sigh,

"Baby please I just need a quick peck plea–"

But you would immediately stand up in panic and lift the child up in your arms, completely falling deaf to your touch deprived boyfriend.

"Satoru I think the baby pooped! " You exclaimed, turning the little boy left and right in the air.

"ew— EW! " Your boyfriend's second signal of disgust getting louder at what you did next, as quick as Satoru was to scrunch his face in disgust, you too were as fast to shove the three year old sobbing boy in your boyfriend's face. Forcing him to hold the baby.

"Hold him tight! I'll be right back with some new nappies and wipes! "

You stormed off, not caring about the way your boyfriend was screaming in pure horror along with the sobbing baby.

"Stop—" He tried to push the baby as far away from his nose as possible, "Stop! I'll actually die if your nasty stuff gets a anywhere on my skin! " He is yelling in pure fear, as if the kid was understanding whatever he was saying.

"Oh my holy lord, Y/n, please get here fast. I don't think I have too much time left! " He is crying out for you as the baby's face gets redder, cheeks puffier and his tiny legs kicking madly in the air the longer he stares at the snowy haired guy's disgusted face. Satoru was shriveling in pure terror by every passing second.

As soon as you enter the room with all the necessary materials Satoru dramatically gasped in relief, as if he just saw Jesus himself walk in to save him from his death.

He watches you and the baby from the couch with his big blue eyes stretched wide in disgust as you are in the process of cleaning the little one up.

"They better pay you a good chunk for that" He continues to comment while continuing to curl himself up in a ball .

You roll your eyes and turn to face Satoru who looked like he was in a Lion's den.

"Why don't to try putting his diaper on? " You ask, holding up the new pair of diaper.

"No! What if that demon has some poop left sticking around his butt! "

You sigh loud, "Toru, I cleaned him well. He is fine."

"But–" He stops, seeing the way your eyes were literally judging him at this point,

"Ugh– fine! But don't cry for me when I get his poop on my hand and die on spot! "

He walks towards you both, stomping and looking all moody and pouty in annoyance. Slumping down and snatching the new diaper from your hand while mumbling a "only coz I love you too much" while still looking annoyed as hell, but you couldn't help the small smile that slips on your face while looking at how he acts no different than the three year old right in front of you.

As the baby stares at Satoru's pouty and moody face who was wondering which side of the diaper was supposed to be in the front, the little boy lets out a hearty giggle.

That catches Satoru's attention.

Satoru raises a brow,

"Oh, So you wanna get along now? " The grown seventeen year old questions, making the baby coo and kick his feet.

Satoru's pout slowly lifts into a smile at that.

"Well, You don't seem like that bad of a guy yourself. Maybe we can get along after all." He shrugs with a smirk.

"watch me babe, I just know well enough how to make these little poopers laugh." He says in confidence and you fold your arms, watching them with a raised brow and big smile.

"Here comes superhero Gojo to save the nakey baby's day! " He lets out, in the most childish playful tone, something you were yet to experience from a 'tough guy' like him up until now.

The baby bursts out in laughter, Your smile turning into a huge grin at the sight

"Superhero Gojo?? Say that again, lemme record it! " You laugh out loud, getting up immediately to look for your cellphone

"Hello? Don't try making fun of me, I'm getting into the charac— "

Oh, the baby loves interrupting the seventeen year old boy's moments for sure.

But this one seemed like straight up hate crime to Satoru,

The baby shoots his pee right at his face.

Your jaw drops down and your eyes go wide in literal shock at the sudden occurrence and you completely freeze on your steps.

As for Satoru,

Boy, he was way too deeply traumatized to move himself right away, Eyes squeezed shut tight he felt like his soul leave his body as all his limbs suddenly became stiff and completely paralyzed.

"Oh my– Satoru— " You were trying so hard not to give up everything and burst in a fit of laughter at the entire scene that unfolded right in front of your eyes.

The baby, however, seemed to be having the best time of his life, giving out the most hearty belly laughter as he finished his work on your boyfriend's face.

"Y/n— i think— I think I'm gonna lose my six eyes— I can't open my eyes—" His hands trying to reach out for you

"Satoru! You are not even trying to open them- let's wash your face!" You immediately put the diaper on the baby yourself before grabbing your boyfriend's hand and guiding his soulless body to the nearest washroom.

As you were saying goodbye to the little boy who was in his mother's arms, you couldn't help but notice how he was staring at Satoru in disgust with his nose scrunched.

You turn to take a glance at Satoru who was holding a tight lipped smile at the boy while waving goodbye. Trying to hard to not humble the baby in front of his mom.

The walk back home that day was quite, none of you really spoke. Satoru looked like he wanted to go back to his room and dive his face straight into the blankets.

You shouldn't be surprised, None of the kids you took care of really got along with Satoru. Most either ended up pulling locks of his hair or throwing their toys at his face. You don't even know why he was still so up about accompanying you every weekend.

You both pause as you finally reach the gates of Jujutsu high,

The awkward silence starting to make you feel bad for what he had to keep going through.

"Did you see how that little clown was looking at me? After I let him pee on my precious face, that too ?!" He finally bursts in utter shock.

"Satoru, I'm sorry.." you sigh, but as much as you felt sad for him you pursed your lips, concealing a laugh.

"You know — My mom always taught me when I was a kid to never befriend your enemies, Look what happened! You just can never be good to anyone these days! This is how people end up walking all over you!" He continued to rant,

as much as you were thinking he wasn't being serious, your boyfriend's tightly knit brows and fuming face told you otherwise.

"Ugh.." He grunts in annoyance before shoving his hands in his pant pockets, looking down, kicking one of the small pebbles on the ground

"This was my last straw.. I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat ever again" He mumbles in pure annoyance.

It's been ten years since,

the image of the childish dramatic teen still so fresh in your memories, the guy who would always mumble an 'oh god, lets run' or 'another one of satan's poop' whenever you both would be out together and spot kids running in the streets.

A soft smile spreading across your lips as you pull the duvets down at the sudden burst of memories, slowly peeling your eyes open, vision trying to adjust to the big white and beige decorated bedroom.

You get up on your feet when you hear the noise of utensils clanking coming from the kitchen.

Taking small, lazy strides you walk towards the kitchen in your white oversized shirt and fuzzy woolen brown socks.

Rubbing your eyes as you pause on your steps and stare at the scene in front of you at the kitchen.

"Does my Kana like it??" You watch the snowy haired male softly question the two year old who was sat on the marble counter.

The little baby girl nods her chubby face and suddenly clasps both sides of the spoon in her tiny palms, trying to pull back the spoon that Satoru was holding, closer to her mouth, the little baby spoon seemingly containing some yogurt.

Satoru was sitting down the floor on his knees in front of the counter where your little baby was placed, The grown man was in just a pair of his checkered red sweatpants, without even a shirt on in the cold freezing temperature. All his previous scars scattered around his bare skin that ran all the way up to his face still visible well enough, One that you and your baby girl used to cry over when they were in healing process, but grew to love so much now. As you stand there and stare at them your memories took you back again to show the contrast between the once boyish dorky seventeen year old who had now grown up into the man right in front of you.

Satoru was too focused on the little girl to notice your presence, his big blue eyes staring up at the two year old who was swinging her small feet and staring back at her dad with big doe eyes.

"wait– let papa tie up kana's hair or it'll get in your mouth, baby" he smiles, giving her messy white hair that matches his, a gentle stroke. As soon as Satoru stands up, the tiny girl forwards both her hands and starts making grabby hands at the huge man.

"pa– pa! " She coos trying to reach out to him.

"c'mere my little softie" He chuckles, quickly lifting her off the counter and letting her chin fall slump on his bare shoulders, her big glowing eyes finally falls on you while she is sucking onto her thumb messily and almost drooling all over her dad's bare shoulder, Satoru who was busy looking for her little barbie hair tie couldn't seem to care at the moment.

"pa! ma– ! ma wakey !" she immediately points at you in surprise, causing your husband to immediately turn around to face you.

Your lips melt into the softest smile at your little girl's baby voice.

"morning to the best girl " you giggle, walking up to them and landing a big smooch on her forehead.

"morning honey" Your husband throws a wide lazy grin at you, his snowy white hair still tousled and messy, eyes still looking a bit puffy, signaling he too woke up not long ago.

"morning Toru bear " you smile,

he immediately leans in to try kissing you.

You try scooting away,

"Ugh, I haven't brushed yet—" you groan, trying to block his face,

"Neither have I," he shrugs with a boyish grin before stepping forward with your little girl still in his arms, proceeding to snatch a quick peck, which just slowly turns into a little kiss session.

Kana's eyes widen at the scene, and she lifts her small hand up in the air. "me– kana too! ma pa kana too! "

It makes you and Satoru pull away from each other and giggle, You both start smooching the little baby's face together who starts scrunching her nose in response.

"ma pa stink! " she immediately voices making you laugh,

"oh? no more kisses for Kana" Satoru raises a brow, starring at kana dead serious.

That makes the little girls eyes widen and bottom lips quiver before her big eyes start getting glossy.

Satoru's eyes widens at that.

"Papa was just joking! Papa will never stop giving kana big big kissies! " He tries to rock her as she continues staring at him with big sad eyes.

"ok– let's go play, let mommy wash her face! " he is about to walk away when you stop him by his arm.

"I'll take care of her, you should first go wash up" You suggest, but he shakes his head.

"I'll miss her all day once I leave for work let me spend some time" he pouts, You sigh and give a nod at that.

You watch them walk away,

standing for a bit longer at the same spot to watch your husband put the little girl who was in her cherry printed bodysuit and frilly white socks down the ground.

"it's snowingg ! " Her dad sits down the fluffy beige carpet and exclaims, pointing at the view in the window, making her looking at him with big smile,

"snoing! " she repeats after him and also pointing at the tall windows that displayed the snow covered garden with her tiny finger, before proceeding to waddle towards Satoru and climbing up on his lap to sit down on it, while still continuing to stare out at the window and swinging her little feet out of habit as Satoru starts carefully pulling back the locks of her hair, trying to tie it into mini space buns.

Your little girl suddenly looks back at her dad while practically sucking on her entire tiny fisted hand as Satoru is still doing her hairstyle.

"papa lov uh!" She innocently exclaims, throwing her tiny hands in the air, looking at him with her big round eyes, waiting for an I love you back.

Satoru's lips pull up into a big heartfelt grin.

"love you lot lot more softie" He whispers playfully making her scrunch her nose and giggle, before turning back to look outside the windows.

"papa luv kana" your baby girl continues to sing to herself while getting her hair done by her dad,

"my cutest little fairy " he mumbles to himself while continuing to do her hair.

Your heart felt so full, You got to be in heaven right now. You enjoyed every little moment they shared, hearing kana's voice in middle of the night entering your room to tap Satoru awake every time she felt scared in her room, how you will then find them both in the morning, asleep on the couch with her sprawled on his chest and drooling over it while he had his buff arms wrapped around the tiny baby but still managing to sleep soundly with her, the way you had to rip Satoru back and tell him to go get ready for work instead of cleaning Kana's snot and drool up constantly. Having to calm down Kana who would start crying bloody murder when Satoru finally gets dressed for work and stands near the doorway, waving you both a goodbye. Satoru having to always bargain with her by leaving a bunch of endless kisses all over her chubby cheeks and forehead, and also promising to watch Disney movies with her in the upcoming weekends if she stops crying when he leaves.

Oh she was definitely a daddy's girl. One that Satoru would never get tired of no matter how much of a brat she'd become. You have to hold back a laugh every time you think about how the Satoru you knew from ten years ago would react if he would have known about this information.

[bradleybeachbabe]

Ok so there is a serious shortage of Tim Bradford stuff on tumblr and the gasp i gusped when i saw you were taking requests was very big.

So how about him being his usual hard and grumpy self and his pregnant wife coming to the station angry about something and him turning into a big softie. Like she’s almost scolding him about something and the others staring like ‚who is this man?‘. Obviously Angela knows what’s up but the rookie are like 🫨

Thanks so much!!💗

here you go anon <3 hope i did you justice on this! also i really enjoyed writing this!

warnings: pregnancy, not beta read

a/n: i haven’t posted in blurbs in forever, so please bare with me on this!

you have been angry at the slightest things lately, whether it being how hot it is outside, not being able to put on your shoes, not having your favorite ice cream in your freezer, etc. the list could go on, and yet it could be to the fact that you’re seven months and half pregnant, because ever since you entered your third trimester the slightest things have been making you angry. and now you’re even angrier than you have been throughout your third trimester, and it’s all because the air conditioning has decided to stop working in your house, so with that being said you have decided to head down to the station to tell tim, your husband, all about it.

when you arrived at the station, you were lucky enough that you didn’t have to wait in the front lobby of the station for tim to come out and talk to you. the officer who was working at the front desk knew who you were, so you were able to just go to the back where all of the officers’ desks are, to find tim.

when you entered the back, you were lucky enough to find tim sitting at his desk, talking to angela about whatever. when you were walking over to where his desk was, angela spotted you.

“looks like you got some company,” angela nodded her head toward your direction.

tim turned his head and saw you waddling towards him.

“i’m gonna give you two some privacy,” angela said as she left tim’s desk and walked over to where john, lucy, and jackson were standing.

“who’s that?” jackson quipped when angela approached.

“tim’s wife, y/n,” angela answered.

“tim has a wife?” lucy, john, and jackson all asked at the time.

“yeah, they have been married for about three years now. and of course, they are now expecting their first baby in a few months.”

“wow, i did not know that,” lucy said.

“yeah, tim tends to keep his work and personal life separate,” angela said.

“hmm…now i’m wondering why she showed up to talk to tim,” lucy said.

“honestly, whatever it is, it’s gonna look good on his end,” angela smirked as she took a sip of her coffee.

“what are you doing here?” tim asked with a confused tone when you approached his desk. “is everything okay? is the baby okay?” he added.

“no, everything is not okay. the bright side is, that the baby is okay.”

“well, what’s wrong then?” tim asked.

“what’s wrong is that the air conditioning has stopped working at the house, and now i’m super hot, sweaty, i'm upset, and especially angry because of that,” you explained.

tim just looked at you with soft eyes. he felt bad for you. he hated seeing you angry and upset. he knew how irritated you could get whenever you’re hot.

“i can try and fix it when i get home later today,” tim stated.

“what time will you be home?” you questioned him.

“maybe around five, it all just depends if i can get all this paperwork done before that time.”

“oh,” you frowned.

tim sighed, “you want me to leave work right now, so then i can fix the air conditioning? don’t you?”

“please.”

you already knew what tim’s answer was gonna be. he wasn’t gonna, ‘no’ or anything like that. plus, if he did, most likely he would end up sleeping on the couch for the night.

“okay, i’ll leave right now,” tim said. “let me go inform sergeant grey that i’m gonna leave early.”

tim got up from his seat at his desk to head to sergeant grey office. and when he did get up, he quickly kissed your temple, and quickly laid one of his hands on your bump, before he walked off.

while you were waiting for tim to get back from sergeant grey’s office, you saw out of the corner of your eye, angela and by the looks of it, three rookies standing with her. the three rookies had shocking looks on their faces while angela couldn’t help herself from smirking. you already knew why angela had that smirk on her face. she already knew that tim has a huge soft side, and that soft side is only reserved for you, and your baby who is gonna be born in a few months. on the other hand, the rookies didn’t know tim’s soft side at all, so of course all of them had shocking looks on their faces.

“sergeant grey is okay with me going home early today,” tim said as he approached you.

“did he ask why you’re going home early today?”

“yes,” tim nodded his head.

“did he think your reason for leaving early was kinda odd and crazy,” you asked.

“yeah,” tim nodded. “but luckily he isn’t giving me a hard time about this,” he added.

“well, that’s good then.”

tim turned off his computer and pushed his desk car in, and you two walked out hand in hand with each other.

“told ya,” angela said as she walked off. while lucy, john, and jackson were still standing there with shocking looks on their faces, trying to gather the pieces together that tim has a soft side.

blurb night!

[fraugwinska]

I LOVED IT AAAAAA COULD U DO A PART TWO THATS A LITTLE SMUTTY??? (I’m the anon who asked about the brat reader! :3)

Since not only you, but also the wonderful @sybilsmelodyonthewireless asked for it - who am I to deny you? ;>

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

(Un)Holy Tease

Ah, you loved the feeling of claws in your hair. A good night always started with claws in your hair. True, you had been especially annoying today – It had just been too long since Alastor had pulled you into his bed with this dominating, smug smile you craved, but you knew he denied you on purpose, finding wicked glee in your growing desperation. But two could play that game.

What tipped the scale – you weren't sure. If you had to chose, you'd say it was when you refused to eat his freshly cooked dinner, his mom's prized Jambalaya of all things, because you ''didn't feel like it''. You knew that it would drive him mad, and you would've maybe felt bad if it wasn't the quickest - and safest - way into his sheets.

Alastor caged your mostly undressed self under him, his dress shirt open and with a dark smile on his lips.

„I said: Look at me, darling.“

You rose your chin a bit higher, as much as his firm grip in your hair allowed – the slight pain from it sent shivers down your spine. „I'm good, thank you.“

Your smile quickly turned into a gasp as he tugged hard on your scalp, forcing your face to turn to him.

„A little mouthy today, are we?“, he purred, slowly scraping the inside of your thighs with his free hand. You felt the inhuman urge to tilt your hips, to guide his traveling finger to where you wanted them to be, but you refused to give in that easily. „Do you really think you get what you so clearly want with that little attitude of yours?“

You gripped the sheets beneath you, just to stop yourself from grabbing his shoulders and pull him onto you. Patience, you reminded yourself, work him until he's ready.

„Who says I want anything from you?“, you say decidedly casual, blinking up to him, registering with delight his little snarl and the glimmer of frustration in his eyes. He lowered himself, you could feel his hot breath on your collarbone as his hand traveled up, up, up to your heated core, just halting before actually touching the already wet fabric.

„Your body betrays you, pet.“, he chuckled, tilting his head to inhale your scent. You almost slip, letting your hands free from the grip on the bed sheets to touch him just a bit, but he is quicker than you, catching your wrists and pinning them above your head with the help of his shadow companions. „You were most unruly today, but I'll overlook your little tantrums... if you beg for it.“

Your body bent and tensed like a hunters bow, you forced yourself to not moan at his words. The tightrope you walked on got thinner and thinner. Just a bit more.

„Make me.“

A low growl accompanied the tear of your lace panties, before his arm snaked to your back and around your waist, flipping you on all fours. He pressed your shoulders down into the mattress, keeping your ass up in the air. One of his long digits swiped violently through your soaked slit, flicking your clit in the most cruel, delicious way. You bit your tongue, quieting the whine that wanted to escape. Almost there.

“So defiant. What a naughty girl you are.” Another swipe, another flick, slower this time, agonizingly slow. Thank god you could bury your face in the fabric, because this time a moan was unpreventable. But he heard it, as he always did, and it encouraged him, his sharp tip rounding your pearl, once, twice, three times, with just the right intensity. Then he stopped.

The pressure disappeared, and so did his finger.

Even though you were prepared, it still left you cold and empty, making you draw a heavy sigh of frustration.

“I do hate to repeat myself, dear. But alas, once more: If you want me to continue... beg.”

“Please...” you pressed through your teeth, shaking from the loss of contact, the anticipation setting your skin on fire.

“Hm? What was that? Use your pretty, little mouth, darling, and speak up.”

The cocky, saturated tone of his voice made you almost come on the spot. You took a deep, trembling breath, your lungs burned with impatience.

“Please, Alastor, please with sugar on top. Just fuck me already.”

The touches returned, oh so sweetly and forcefully, it made you choke on your own breath. His thumb swirled around your sensitive bud while two of his fingers pumped, in and out, filling the humming room with unholy, squelching sounds. Your face, still pressed into the covers of his bed, flushed as you started to pant softly, keeping your mewls to a minimum. You still had a little fight in you.

His hand raked from your shoulders down your spine, sharp tips drawing prickling lines on your back. He tuttet at you, but you heard the growing lust when he spoke. “Such filthy words. Since you decided to behave like such a spoiled brat today, I shall treat you just as one.”

Fuck yes. You heard the ruffle of fabric, the clatter of a belt buckle. To seal the deal, you put everything what was left of your smug confidence in your next words, knowing you wouldn't be able to speak coherently in the foreseeable future either way.

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

The answer was a single thrust, deep and without mercy. Your breath hitched in your throat, he filled you to the brim, making your eyes water and your mind ecstatic. With no time to adjust, he started to move, quick, assaulting snaps of his hips, pushing deeper and deeper into you. His hands with firm grip on your waist, he pushed you to and away from him, while his shadows, wicked things that they were, pulled your constricted wrists up over your head so far your upper body rose from the bed and hung in mid-air.

“You'll take everything I give you, and you'll thank me for it, darling.” His husky voice was filled with buzzing white noise. You tried to answer, but the new position made him hit all the right spots, the only thing audible were your mindless moans.

A loud clap and the instant burn on your ass made you yelp in pain and pleasure.

“Come on, darling, say it.”

In between the heavy panting, you managed to breathe a strained “t-thank you...”, just before another smack hit your already sore cheek. Combined with his unrelenting thrusts, this was the most delectable torture. “T-thank y-you.”, you sobbed, feeling the familiar tightening, that sweet pressure in your midst rising, ready to pop.

“There's my good girl...” Alastor purred, picking up speed, his claws deep in the flesh of your hips. “Now cum, darling.”

Everything happened at once – stars before your eyes, walls clenching around his still throbbing member, a long, loud, relieved cry that sounded like his name, a kiss on your sweat-covered neck. You felt him thrusting a few times more before warmth coated your insides, and you felt his weight slumping on your back. Together, you fell forward into the messed up sheets as the shadows tenderly let your wrists go, the only sounds your quiet humms of pleasure – like echoes of your moans – and his fizzzing and popping static noises.

He rolled off you onto his back and pulled you up his chest, his fingers raking through your ruffled hair. You felt happy, fulfilled and so deeply in love with this demon, taking a moment to lean into his soft caresses. But the night was still young, and – as you know – a good night always starts with claws in your hair.

“Mhh... is that all you got?”

[angelfic]

Hi babes!, I was wondering if I could request a Lorenzo Berkshire fic from the event?, here’s the thingy!, forbidden love + prompt 18!, sorry if this was a little confusing I have never requested something from a event 😭, but please and thank you!!,

- oh and!, if it’s okay could you pick out an emoji for me ?, to be like an emoji anon!!, that’s it!! <333

hi, angel!! thank you sm for the request, not confusing at all, my love! writing this has made me realise there’s a criminally small number of lorenzo fics :( am very happy to oblige haha how’s the 🍓 emoji?

lorenzo berkshire x reader + forbidden romance + “yeah, I love you. so what?”

➺ part of my 2k milestone writing game

You’re struggling with keeping all of your limbs inside the invisibility cloak you borrowed from Harry when Peeves glides into the empty classroom. You freeze in place until he floats his way back out, all the while singing what you’re sure is some kind of stupid limerick.

Okay, so you stole the cloak and it’s after curfew and if Peeves catches you, you’re in a million different kinds of trouble. Nevertheless, you relax slightly when you’re alone again, remaining under the cloak to consult the Marauder’s Map that you also may have taken without express permission. Okay, any permission at all.

Scanning the unfolded piece of parchment, your eyes land on Lorenzo’s name which seems to have stopped in place at… the classroom that you’re in.

You look up to find the classroom still empty, but before you can get up to investigate, a set of arms wraps around you from behind and you gasp, barely able to contain a shriek of fright.

You wriggle out from under the invisibility cloak, turning around on the table you’re perched on to find Lorenzo grinning at you, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“What the fuck, Enzo?!” you whisper-scream, smacking his arm. He merely giggles and brings your legs around on the table so you’re facing him, hands remaining on your thighs. He leans in to press a chaste kiss against your lips and you quickly kiss him back before pulling away to look at him, confused. “How the hell did you see me under the cloak?”

“Your shoe laces were hanging out the bottom, love,” he explains, smirking as he looks down at the untied pair of converse you quickly pulled on when you snuck out of your dorm in pyjamas.

You frown at the offending laces, swinging ur legs back and forth between where Lorenzo stands. “Have to remember that for next time.”

“Why does there have to be a next time?” Lorenzo groans, voicing his frustrations about your very secret relationship yet again. “I don’t want to have to see you in dark classrooms or broom cupboards or anywhere secret. I still don’t understand why we can’t just tell people.”

“You know why, Enzo,” you say gently, tracing circles on the back of his hand with your finger. “My friends would freak out, your friends would freak out…”

“Okay, well, my friends can sod off,” Lorenzo says, matter-of-fact as he holds up two fingers and starts checking them off. “And your friends love me. There we are. Easily solved.”

You can’t help letting out a laugh at that and you drop your head onto Lorenzo’s shoulder to stifle your snorting. “My friends don’t love you, they just hate you the least.”

“What I’m hearing is that they don’t hate me the most,” he murmurs, peppering kisses along your jaw and down to your neck. “I’m taking that as a win.”

“You just don’t give up, do you?” you sigh, shivering from the brushing of his lips against your collarbone. “They’re just- Shit! Peeves!”

You push Lorenzo off you, startling him when you point to the giggling poltergeist who floats above the two of you. Before he can begin shrieking about the two of you and wake up the entire castle, Lorenzo whips out his wand and casts ‘Langlock’, causing whatever Peeves was about to say to turn into choking gurgles.

“You better keep quiet, you meddling little-” Lorenzo cuts himself off when Peeves zooms out of the classroom, clearly having lost interest in the situation at hand since he can’t weigh in on it. “Well, it was a good effort.”

“We had a good run,” you agree, frowning at the wall that Peeves just passed through. “And by tomorrow the entire school is going to know I love a Slytherin boy. Merlin, I’ll be the laughing stock of Gryffindor. Not as bad as the exile sentence into the mountains you’ll be getting though.”

“I can hardly breathe for laughing,” Lorenzo says drily, although his lips turn up into a reluctant smile. “There’ll be no exile, because they’re going to have to deal with it. Yeah, I love you. So what? Like I said, they can sod off.”

Knowing full well that Peeves is going to be making his rounds at every table in the Great Hall during breakfast, you have no doubt Lorenzo will be having to endure a similar conversation to you with his own friends. “I’d love to see you tell them exactly that,” you grin.

“Sit at the Slytherin table with me tomorrow and you will,” Lorenzo says cheekily, shifting you closer by your hips. You loop your arms around his neck and drop a kiss onto the tip of his nose.

“Not even if Godric Gryffindor himself came and kicked me off my table.”

[badingsm]

https://www.tumblr.com/badingsm/726265525289861121/yn-enters-the-living-room-with-pickles-and-ice?source=share

As a FRIENDS lover, I beg you to make a one shot about this pleaseeee😭😭

Hi! I hope you like this, Anon. I'm sorry, it's like my first time doing this so, I hope I don't disappoint :)

Warnings: Light smut that's cringey, mentions of vomiting, pregnancy, cursing.

"Fuck, baby, if you keep doing that, I'm going to-" Natasha grunted lowly as she thrust into a different angle to hit your sensitive spot, making you both feel the pleasure and chase your highs closer and closer. You were bent on her bed, all at her mercy, while she fucked you from behind, basking in the sound of your moans.

Your relationship with Natasha has always been a love-hate dynamic one. You two just couldn't get along without the other one teasing or mocking the other. As a person filled with pride, you hated that. So you defend yourself by treating her the same way she does.

So, being here and being intimate with her was a huge surprise on both of your parts. One minute you guys were in one of Tony's famous post-mission parties, then the next, fighting over the game that you don't even remember, and now, you're here.

You both are here.

Doing some miracles.

"Oh—feels so good, I-" You gasped when her thrusts became harder and faster. Your knuckles had long turned white with how hard you'd balled your fist in her mattress. "Nat, I'm gonna—fuck."

"Shit, shit—hold it," Natasha groaned, her palm finding its way into your hair, fisting it into a ponytail before tugging it in a pleasurable way, making your back press against her built and sweaty front. She thrust a few more times while you whined, feeling the pain of holding on too long, being completely dumb for anything else but getting your own relief, until you heard her whisper hotly in your ear as she felt herself about to release too, "Cum for me, baby."

And that's it.

You both let go.

Your thighs shook wildly around hers while you continued to release all your juices. At the same time, her cum shot out of her, painting your walls white and planting her seeds in you.

And at that moment, when you realized exactly that, you pushed Natasha—who fell into your chest with a heavy breath—off of you.

"Fuck, Romanoff!" You bit your lip harshly while she looked at you with hooded eyes.

She smirked, "I just did. Ready for round-" 

"You.." You clenched your jaw. "You didn't pull out, damn it! You're not even wearing a condom!"

Her eyes widened at that.

Natasha's lips fell into a circular shape as she blinked slowly at you. "I'm sorry, I forgot. Are you on birth control?"

"I'm not!" You said through gritted teeth, getting up to clean yourself in her bathroom and then gathering your clothes. "But.."

"Yes?"

"But there's also a possibility that it will not happen." You tried to assure yourself more than her when you let that out, "Just because we had sex once, I'll be—yeah, I won't be. It's fine. Besides, this is just a one-time thing anyway."

"Mhm," Natasha nodded, "Sure. So... wanna stay?"

"No thanks. I should get back." You smiled tightly. "This was kind of nice though."

"What? You being fucked?"

"Brutal but yes," You replied unashamedly, "And the fact that we can be in the same room without biting each other's heads off."

"Really?" Natasha asked you with a small grin. She almost looks shy, but she's quick to mask it off with her coy self.

"You're still my enemy, though."

"And you are mine." She winks.

With that, you left quickly, wondering if whatever she said had another meaning, but you soon brushed it off your mind.

It's impossible.

-

A month had passed since that night.

You were currently in the kitchen with Wanda and Yelena.

Wanda was making her famous chicken paprikash while you nursed yourself with ice cream. It's your little reward after the stressful debriefing you had with Fury.

You were in the middle of biting a spoon when suddenly, the aroma of Wanda's freshly cooked paprikash made you nauseous. You tried to stop yourself from gagging with the use of your palm because you didn't want to be rude in any way, but it was unstoppable this time. So, you rushed to the nearest sink and dumped all the contents of your stomach in there.

Yelena was quick enough to help you. She rubbed your back comfortingly while Wanda turned off the stove and tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Are you okay?" Wanda asked, her mother instincts kicking in.

"Fine," You mumbled after finishing. You cleaned yourself before looking up to her and asking, "What's that smell?"

"What?" Yelena questioned curiously.

"That," You pointed at the smoking pot with pursed lips, "Why does it smell like that?"

"I was cooking for the boys since they requested it." Wanda looked at you weirdly. "And I was also making some extra for you. I know it's your favorite but.."

"No, no, no." You were quick enough to dismiss her frown. "I love your paprikash, trust me. Maybe.. maybe this is just one of my bad days where I get a little weird from my normal self."

Yelena raised her brows at that, but she didn't say anything else. Instead, she went back to her seat after you assured her that you were good already.

"Sure." Wanda eyed you suspiciously. "Just drink more water, yeah? Maybe you're just dehydrated."

Even if that's not what she believes because her suspicions say otherwise, she gave you a glass of water before leaving with two bowls on a tray for Tommy and Billy.

-

A few weeks later.

You grabbed an apple that you saw above the counter before going through the cupboard to find the ketchup to pair it with. You had just finished your training for the day, and you had been craving this the whole time. Now, you wouldn't waste another second without satisfying your needs.

Natasha entered the kitchen then. She had a walk with Fanny since Yelena was on a mission with Barton until the next day. She was dressed in her usual style: a black shirt, a leather jacket, jeans, and combat boots, along with her famous braids.

The moment you saw her face, you felt annoyed.

And that's normal.

So, with a huff, you left her alone and trudged your way through the living room, where you could watch your comfort show.

Things with Natasha were still the same, except for the fact that she became more flirty this time, but all in all, you still find her sarcastic self annoying.

Meanwhile, the said redhead watched you from the kitchen, eyeing your choice of food. She found it... weird to think about your choice of food but didn't comment on it.

No one dared to say anything about it anyway because they were afraid to get snapped by you, especially with how much your patience and temper had gone shorter and shorter as time went by.

-

The next day.

You woke up lightheaded until you felt something in your stomach, and before you even come into full consciousness, you're bent into your toilet bowl, dumping everything that you've got in your stomach even though you haven't eaten anything yet. Tears pricked into the corners of your eyes as you prayed that your liver wouldn't be puked out too.

This keeps happening every single morning, and now it bothers you already, so with a thought, you cleaned yourself, grabbed a glass of water, and drank it quickly before finding your way to the medical bay, where Banner was busy tingling his...sciencey stuff.

"Hey, Y/n!" He smiled. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm dying," You concluded out loud, not missing the way his face fell into shock before shaking his head. He should be really used to your dramatic antics by now. "Brucely, I'm dying!"

"Tell me your symptoms," He asked patiently.

"Well, I've been puking—a lot. Like every morning or every time I don't like something. I'm always lightheaded. Always hungry—oh, wait, that's normal me—but, yeah, pretty much that."

"I think I know what's happening." He trailed off cautiously. "Have you considered testing yourself?"

"Oh, believe me, living is really a difficult test for me, and I'm barely passing, but-"

"No, no," He shook his head with a small chuckle, "I meant pregnancy test."

"Uh, are you a weirdo or something?" You tried to joke when you felt that this was getting serious and there was a big possibility that he might be right, but you're still scared to acknowledge that.

"How's your period?"

"I'm a month late, but I'm irregular anyway, so..."

"Can I—just to make sure, if you're up for it?" He offered gently, not wanting to force you or make you uncomfortable in any way.

You thought about it for a while before deciding that you should do it. It's for the sake of your mind and sanity anyway. Either way, you'll just end up overthinking it for God knows how many nights, and you don't want that.

So, with a deep sigh, you nodded as an answer.

-

"Results are back." Bruce came back from the lab with a folder in his hand. He was reading it with his glasses while he grabbed the seat in front of you. "You ready?"

"Mhm," You released a shaky breath, "Am I dying already?"

"No," He smiled, "You're actually pregnant."

You laughed nervously at that, looking at him with unsure eyes and saying, "That's a good one, Bruce. So, what's the result?"

"Uh, you're pregnant. Really." Bruce then placed the paper in front of you for you to read the documents yourself. "Congratulations, Y/n."

"Yeah, no, I can't—it just happened one time and-" You felt pathetic when you started to address the burn in your eyes at the same time your anxiety had settled in, "I'm not.."

"It's okay, Y/n," He comforted. Bruce has always been the father figure of the team, and you thank him for that. "It's a lot to take in, but know that we're here for you."

"Thanks, Bruce." You nodded, wiping the tears that fell into your cheeks before leaving with the papers clasped in your hands. "I should probably head back."

"If you don't mind me asking," He stopped you before you could completely leave the room, "Who's the..."

You smiled tightly and said, "I'd rather not talk about that yet. Sorry."

"It's fine. Go on." He dismissed you kindly. "Take care though. Especially now."

"Yes, thanks again!"

And with that, you disappeared.

-

Months have passed.

You began showing, and now you're already in your ninth month.

The team was curious about whose child it was, but they didn't dare to voice their questions. Instead, they supported you with everything that they had.

Meanwhile, with Natasha, she agreed to take responsibility as she muttered a series of apologies to you, but you also made her promise not to tell anyone that she's the baby mama. It's not that you were embarrassed; you're just not yet ready for it.

Being talked about as pregnant with this anonymous person is already enough to make your ears and head hurt, and if the team finds out that your enemy is the other parent of your child, you're sure they won't leave you two alone. Just by thinking that, the veins in your head are already pulsing painfully.

So, no, not yet.

Anyways.

Currently, Peter insisted on having a movie marathon with the group, which is why all of them were either sitting or lying in the living room while you grabbed your snacks in the kitchen—pickles and ice cream.

After drinking a glass of water, you walked back into where the movie was playing since you had just arrived after taking a nap and a shower for a while.

As you entered, you saw the way their eyes seemed to shift their attention to you.

So, with a roll of the eyes, you scoffed, "That's right. Still no baby!"

Natasha saw your frame and the way you struggled with how heavy your bump was; she was quick enough to leave her comfortable seat and lowly say, "Uh.. detka, maybe you'd be more comfortable here?"

With the sound of her voice, you snapped your attention to her. Your relationship was still the same, but you've noticed that she chooses to bite back her remarks instead whenever you pick on her. She was patient enough. As she should be.

"You. Like you haven't done enough." You glared at her.

Natasha sighed before looking back up to you with a nervous smile, "Look, I-I know how miserable you are; I wish there was something I could do. I mean, I wish I was the one with the vagina, so I'm the one who's knocked up-" You glared at her sharper this time, "But yeah, it'll be fine soon, love, you're near the end. Yay!"

You huffed, "If you just pulled-" You cut yourself off when you felt the harsh contractions coming your way, making you whisper with gritted teeth so as to not get the unnecessary attention of the team, "God-fucking-damn you, Romanoff!"

"Mhm, yeah, all my fault, thanks." Natasha smiled hesitantly while you groaned in pain.

Meanwhile, Wanda watched from the corner, smiling to herself while she witnessed your love-hate relationship with Natasha, knowing damn well that you'd both end up together in the end anyway.

[danikamariewrites]

hi!! love your work!!!

can you do one for Xaden, where reader is a scribe and when Xaden first lays eyes on her, he's immediately in love (like love at first sight kinda thing) and she's really shy and he finds that adorable about her. and he goes to the archives more than he has to so he can be next to her more often. and she gets super worried when he gets even a small scrape on his skin.

Unlikely

Xaden x reader

A/n: thank you anon! I love this idea and if Xaden wasn’t with Violet I could totally see him with a scribe

Warnings: none

Xaden isn’t a reader. At least not for fun. But after his first trip to the archives and laying eyes on you Xaden needed an excuse to keep going back. Today was the day he was going to man up and ask you on a date. When you had first turned to him, swishing that white hood and robes, staring up at him with those bright eyes and helpful smile Xaden knew he was done for.

As he stood outside the doors of the Archives he took a calming breath. He can do this. He’s Xaden Riorson, nothing scares him. Laying his bandaged hand on the door he pushed, silently making his way inside.

You noticed Xaden immediately. Standing, you accidentally shove your chair backward causing the wood to scrape against the stone floor. You wince as a dozen hooded heads turn to stare at you. Shooting those around you an apologetic look as you quickly made your way to Xaden.

As you stop in front of Xaden it takes all of your strength to not throw your arms around him. Your cheeks heat at the thought of being in his embrace.

A smirk finds its way to Xaden’s lips. You’ve become bolder with each of his visits. It’s been a treat to watch you come out of your shell. Xaden has spent afternoons and evenings in the archives with you, learning all your interests, your favorite books, and absorbing all the history of Navarre that you would talk endlessly about. He especially loves the way you talk about the first dragon riders.

“Hi y/n/n,” he said softly just for you to hear. The flush from your cheeks deepens in a good way. You bite your lips and look down for a moment to collect yourself. Your eyes immediately notice the bandage wrapped around his hand, dried blood spotting the back of his hand. Your eyes go wide as a little gasp escapes your lips.

You reach for his hand to inspect the wrapping. “What happened?” Your tone full of worry. You flip his hand over and over, afraid to do anything else. Xaden cupped your jaw so you meet his eyes. He gives you a small smile, “Hey, I’m fine y/n/n. Don’t worry about me.” You frown at him, “I always worry about you. I hate seeing you hurt.” Running your thumb across the back of Xaden’s hand you sigh.

“Do I even want to know what happened this time?” A twinkle appeared in your eye at the soft look on Xaden’s face. He seemed to contemplate telling you then scrunched his face shaking his head no. “Well then, if you aren’t here to tell me a bloody tale what book can I help you find this time?”

“Actually, I don’t need a book today. I wanted to ask you something.” You tilt your head curiously at him. That sparkle in your eyes never dulling. Xaden cleared his throat to regain his courage. “I was wondering if you’d like to go into the city with me this weekend, on a date.” Your lips slightly parted at the question. “Yes,” you whisper.

A smile that you’ve never seen from Xaden broke out across his lips. “Awesome, I’ll meet you outside the archives tomorrow afternoon?” “Yeah,” you respond excitedly. Xaden kissed your forehead and looked at you like he was shocked he did that. You were a little too. Xaden just nodded and left you a blushing mess. You practically skip back to your table hoping for more than a forehead kiss tomorrow.

[notyourhetloki]

AAA all your Ken stuff make me giggle nonstop idk how you do it🫢🫢 I was thinking what IF Ken AND Barbie started falling in love with Reader, and we had to pick at the end I would love to see your twist on that love u 😙❤️❤️

competition (Ken x Reader x Barbie)

Reader: gender neutral

/Ken x Reader x Barbie/

A/N: Hi, anon! AWW thank you so much!! I loved this request, and I hope you like it too! lots of luv xoxo (Stereo!Barbie = Stereotypical Barbie / RG!Ken = Ryan Gosling Ken; I thought abt calling him 'Beach!Ken' but idk if there are more Kens like him so... yeah.)

—

It all started when you arrived at Barbieland, nervous but completely in awe of this new world.

Stereo!Barbie was one of the first dolls to greet you, holding your hand and guiding you through the streets to your new house.

‘They’re so cute!’ Barbie thought to herself, completely charmed by your smile and shyness… she really wanted to get to know you better.

And so thought RG!Ken when you walked past the beach. Barbie was still holding your hand, and he was intrigued… who was this new doll she was seeing? He needed to find out.

As time went by, Barbie would visit you daily, bringing small gifts and inviting you to parties… and you would always go!

Ken would also be at those parties, curious about you… the more he got to know you, the more he got obsessed. He loved your laughter, loved the way you danced, and he would always try to join you, succeeding most times.

Barbie began hating when Ken danced with you, something in her screamed ‘NO’ when she saw you two having fun without her. She wanted you to dance with HER, not HIM… was this… jealousy? What a weird feeling.

She then also joined the dance, nailing the choreography while trying to push Ken away, but it didn’t work… Ken would come back stronger than ever, dancing as if his life depended on it (he was trying to impress you).

When the music stopped, Barbie was quick enough to grab your hands and lead you somewhere more private, looking into your eyes before asking: “(Y/N), would you like to stay over?”

Before you could answer, you heard a loud gasp. Turning around, you saw a shocked Ken sneaking in behind you, trying to listen to the conversation.

Ken was stunned because 1. Barbie had never asked him to stay over when they were together, and 2. That meant it was getting serious! And he needed to act fast.

“Sorry, Barbie… (Y/N) can’t stay over at your house tonight, I’m taking them to the beach to have a little date, isn’t that right, doll?”

‘Doll?? Why did he call you that? And a date?? You were going on a date with Ken?? What was going on?!’ Barbie thought.

“Hum…” you managed to start, but you couldn't even protest before Ken tried pulling you away by your arm.

Barbie immediately pulled your other arm, trying to get you to stay. You felt like they would split you in half like that, fighting for your attention.

“GUYS…” You finally shouted, making them stop. “The only place I’ll go is home! Goodnight!” Anger filled your voice as you walked away, leaving the two behind.

“Look at what you've done!!” “What I’VE done?? What do you mean??” You could still hear their banter as you exited Barbie’s house, and that irritated you even more.

At your house, hours had passed and you were preparing to sleep when you heard the doorbell ringing.

Opening the door, you were surprised and a little annoyed at the presence of the fantastic duo. Barbie and Ken stood there with sad puppy expressions before she spoke first. “(Y/N)… we’re sorry we hurt you, it wasn’t our intention!”

You gently smiled at her, accepting her apology. Then, Ken started talking as well. “We just… really like you. I… we would like to have more of your attention, if that’s possible…” It seemed a little scripted, but you wondered he and Barbie had agreed on something to say... and that was cute. Besides, what did he mean by ‘really like you’, after all?

“Oh, guys… it’s alright! I promise I’ll equally schedule time for the both of you, is that ok?”

They looked at each other for a moment and nodded, smiling for their mission was a victory! You’d spend more time with them separately, it’s everything they could have asked for.

“Now… are you gonna stand there or come inside?” You teased, and their smiles grew wide before racing to your door.

(Because why choose if you could have both? ;D)

—

[daniswoso]

“¿Qué coño?”

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: Part 2 of “Ay dios mio.”

Warnings: Swearing in both Spanish and English, VERY Suggestive, there will be more parts!, Asshole Alexia, cocky reader, both r and AP are assholes tbh, but more Alexia. Let me know if I’ve missed anything! 3rd part will be smut!

**********

Since the ‘incident’ in your’s and Alexia’s hotel room, you hadn’t been able to keep your hands off each other. The teasing had been constant, and you’re fairly sure Mapi and Ona, who usually is the most oblivious human to ever exist, had caught on.

But that certainly did not stop Alexia from continuing to tease you, and vice versa.

Briefly, while you’re asleep in Alexia’s strong arms at night, you find yourself wondering why you can’t just say you liked each other rather than hated each other. You had… little to no issue about coming forward to friends and family about the relationship, knowing both parties would be supportive as fuck, so you guessed it was Alexia who had an issue.

And she did. She had built up a reputation over the years of playing football, on the pitch she was a no nonsense, calculated player. Calm. Rational. Understanding. Everything you weren’t.

You weren’t rational, you weren’t calm. You’d snap at players and the ref whenever there’s a chance and Alexia was beginning to think you’d racked up more cards than Katie ‘McCard’ herself.

That’s why Alexia wasn’t comfortable coming forward, you went against everything she believed a player should be on the pitch.

Maybe it was petty, maybe it was really because she was scared, maybe it was (just a little bit) because she was scared of the ribbings she’d receive from Mapi and Lucy when she got back to Barcelona from international duty.

Yeah, it was definitely petty.

But she was finding it hard to think about that while your hand had found her muscled thigh under the table, your thumb stroking dangerously close to the place she wanted - needed - you.

She looked over to your face, the smug smirk you wore was enough to make her want to bend you over the table right here right now.

While no one else at the restaurant knew what was going on, due to the booth you were all sat having a weirdly long table cloth, which covered the ministrations your hand was making; Alexia definitely knew.

When you ghosted two fingers over her clit through her underwear under her dress, she had to fight to bite back a gasp, her hips very nearly bucking up.

You smile at the wetness you find, even through her underwear, leaning over to whisper in her ear while everyone else ordered, “¿Todo para mí, reina?” (All for me, queen?)

“Callaté.” (Shut up.) She hisses, shoving your hand away before ordering, her voice slightly shaky.

You ignore the looks from Mapi and Ona, who look from you to Alexia to Alexia’s flushed cheeks with disgusted faces, and order your food.

“Y/n, can I talk to you… after dinner? Please?” Alexia breathes through gritted teeth.

“Sure, Capitana.” you smirk, and you can practically feel her shaking with rage.

*********

A/N: this is more of a filler for the smut chapter, yes Alexia will be bottom as anon requested, sorry for it being so short even if it was just a filler, as mentioned in my katie fic i’ve been in and out of the ER so fic production will be slower. Lo siento in advance.

[reysdriver]

WE NEED MORE BLACK CAT READER AND TASM PETER THE TENSIONNNNN

you try to take off Spider-Man's mask on a rooftop at night — tasm!peter parker x blackcat!reader

warnings: none :)

words: 0.4k

a/n: okok im finally writing from my requests and I love that I'm getting back into writing Peter Parker oneshots again! Thanks so much to the anon who sent this in and gave me the idea!

“Oh, come on, Bug Boy.” You whined teasingly. “I just want to try it on. And I’ll give you mine in exchange.”

“Can’t do that, Kitty Cat.” He used the nickname he knows you hate. It’s fine when you do it and call him Bug Boy or Web-Head, but Kitty Cat is just stupid. 

Teasing Spider-Man is probably your favourite thing to do on a boring night, and tonight was no exception. You’ve been trying to get him to take off his mask all night, with no luck yet. 

“I also wanna see you. Come on, why not at least part of your face? It’s not fair that you basically get to see my whole face and you’re just a spandex silhouette to me.” 

He let out a small laugh. “Well, maybe that just means you should get a new mask.”

“Maybe you should get a new mask.” Yikes. That wasn’t your best, and he knew it too. 

“Oh, you’re losing it now, aren’t you?” 

You huffed and turned around so he couldn’t see your pout. One foot straight in front of the other, you walked carefully on top of the roof’s bannister while you thought of more ways to tease him.

“How about you close your eyes and I try to sneak up and take it off of you?” You proposed, your arm mimicking a predator snatching its prey. 

Spider-Man shook his head at your idea. “Even with my eyes closed, you couldn’t do it. Spidey senses have me one step ahead of you at all times.”

You scoffed. For him to think he was so much better than you? Rude. He was probably right, but you were still going to dramatise your offence. With a hand on your heart, you gasped exaggeratedly. “Excuse you, Web-Head, I’ve been practising. Just let me try. I bet I could get your mask off on the first try.”

He shot one of his webs against the wall, making a stringy blob against the brick. “You’re persistent, you know?” 

“I’m curious, and you love it.” 

“And what makes you so sure about that?” 

“Because you’re still here.” You stated confidently. “Out of all the rooftops in the city, you’re choosing to stay here with me.”

There was a pause, and you wondered if maybe you were wrong. Maybe you had been cocky and totally out of left field. Your worry was only relieved when he looked back at you and spoke up. 

“Seems like you’re onto me, Kitty Cat.”

[tmntxthings]

Okay okay okay that love potion Leo you just wrote. I’m screaming could you maybe do one with Donnie but instead of him pretending it’s still in effect the reader at one point saying something like “ I know you hate being touched but this has been kinda nice” and when it wears off he remembers that and he starts being slightly more affectionate and or tells reader he likes them too??

Started with a Spark

author’s note: thank u for the request anon c: i’d like the dedicate this one to @maximuslyqueer & @cochineal-tanto for leaving me motivating comments <3 that rlly helps me write more than you know, so thank you and I hope everyone enjoys~~~

warnings: slight angst, abundance of fluff, maybe some cursing

> leo’s < > raph’s < > mikey’s < > casey’s <

—————————————————————————

“Leo before you do possibly drink poison, let me run it past my far superior senses,” Donnie said grabbing the glass that contained the pink, bubbly substance. Leo rolled his eyes, “I know for a fact without you looking and sniffing at it that it’s not poison,” Leo claimed.

“And what brings you to that conclusion?” Donnie asked as he brought down his goggles to run a scan, seeing that it had a bunch of mystic ingredients that Donnie was unfamiliar with. “It’s pink and we’re at Hueso’s restaurant! Ya think he just lets people serve poison as a beverage?” Leo said as if it was obvious.

Donnie used his free hand to push back his goggles so they rested on top of his head. He brought the drink closer to his face, intending to smell it to see if it had any poisonous aromas. Donnie didn’t notice the smirk that spread on Leo’s face but you did. You narrowed your eyes wondering what the blue twin was about to pull.

Everyone had thought it was high time for you to try some of the best mystic pizza around. So they had dragged you to their spot at Hueso’s. Raph sat on the end of the booth then Mikey and you. Across from you sat Donnie and Leo to his left.

When the glass was close enough, Leo reached out quickly tipping the glass and the drink spilt all over his brother. It went down Donnie’s nose and some of it into his mouth as he sputtered and choked. “What the fuck Leo?!” Donnie managed to gasp out. You shot Leo a glare as you reached across the table with a napkin to help Donnie. Leo and Mikey were snickering as Raph shook his head, covering his mouth to hide a smile. “Told ya it wasn’t poison!” Leo said triumphantly.

Donnie’s eyes were squeezed shut, still trying to regain composure, more than slightly embarrassed. “Thanks Y/n” Donnie mumbled, blinking a couple of times as he reached for the napkin you had been trying to hand him. When your fingers brushed his it was like electricity passed between the two of you!

Both of you recoiled in surprise and Donnie looked at you finally, “Are-“ he had been going to ask if you were okay. But as soon as his eyes focused in on your figure it was like something happened. You looked so luminescent, he had always secretly admired you but what he was seeing now was otherworldly. “Donnie?” You questioned, looking at how his expression had changed from concern to something like adoration. Your voice gave him chills, he closed his eyes at the sound. Everything about you was just perfect. “Oh my Galileo~!” Donnie breathed out in wonder.

Everyone at the table was looking at Donnie with worry. “Uh Donnie” Leo said tapping on his brother’s shoulder, wondering whether the drink really had been poison?! “HAS ANYONE SEEN A PINK DRINK???” Hueso shouted as he came out of the kitchen. The whole restaurant quieted as Raph groaned. “Yeah over here!” Mikey said waving his hand high for Hueso to come over. The bone man came running, grimacing as he noticed it was the turtles. He just knew this wouldn’t be good. “Dónde está?” he asked looking all over the table and noticing that only one glass happened to be empty. Leo was sweating bullets, “Señor Hueso, please tell me that drink wasn’t poisonous!”

“Eh? No no it wasn’t poison but it was a potion!” He reassured the blue turtle. Leo let out a sigh of relief but Raph glared at his brother shaking his head, “What kind of potion???” Raph said hesitantly. “A love potion,” and everyone’s gaze went back to Donnie. He had been ignoring anything and everything that wasn’t you. He had this dreamy sort of look about him as he stared at you. “It’ll wear off,” Hueso mumbled, upset that the drink had been wasted. He left the table going back to the kitchen. “Well at least it’s not poison right!” Leo chirped like the whole thing wasn’t his fault.

You didn’t really know what to do. No one did. Hueso said it would wear off so the answer was to just wait. The pizza came and the whole thing was kind of brushed to the side. Donnie was usually quiet so it wasn’t a big deal. But no one else knew how his feet had inched closer and closer to yours until they were resting side by side. Your eyes had widened in surprise at the feeling, and even more when you looked up from your plate to see him not flustered but smirking. His smug expression stayed there as he leaned his shell back into the booth and his foot went up to your calf, going up and down gently.

Your face heated up immediately and before you could stop yourself you kicked him. He winced under his breath, causing Leo to give his brother a side glance before he went back to eating and talking to Mikey about new skateboard tricks. “Get it together Don,” you whispered as you took another bite of pizza. “Get what together?” He asked leaning forward on his elbows, ignoring the food. “I mean, I know you might not realize but this love potion has definitely messed with your mind!” you kept your voice quiet as you explained.

“I don’t know, I think that drink just opened my eyes to how absolutely adorable you are~” Donnie said following your lead and keeping his voice on the quiet side. You blushed at that shaking your head, “Donnie you’d never say anything like that in a million years! Much less voluntarily touch me!” you tried to reason with him. “But I like how you feel,” he said reaching out with his hand to grab yours. Now that had everyone else’s attention. His three brother’s raising their eyebrows in surprise. “Guess it really does work!” Mikey said in amazement. Raph frowned, “Y/n just let me know if this is making you uncomfortable.”

Your gaze tore from where Donnie’s hand had held yours. “Hmm? Oh yeah I will don’t worry, I doubt it’ll get worse than this though,” you joked. Leo laughed and Raph nodded, they all knew Donnie wasn’t touchy. But that had Donnie narrowing his eyes, at your comment and how Raph made it sound like he had done something so horrible. He squeezed your hand, wanting your attention back on him instead of his brothers. You obliged without realizing his intentions, just noticing how his grip had tightened. You rubbed your thumb on Donnie’s skin and his breathing stopped. Sensations like this were heightened to him when it came to you (and because of the potion).

He had to hold his breath until you stopped seconds later, not wanting to make a scene aka turn into a churring mess in front of his brothers. Donnie held your hand the whole way back to the lair. And when you were standing around in the living area with Donnie glued to your side, feeling awkward about what to do now, he just pulled you with him to his lab. “Guess I’ll see you guys later!” You hollered over your shoulder to the rest of the brothers. “Donnie’s totally gonna flip when that thing wears off” Leo said to no one in particular.

“Soo what do you wanna do?” You asked once in the lab. You’d been in here multiple times before. Usually whenever you were bored you would come and listen to Donnie talk about his latest and greatest inventions or builds. He’d go on long tangents and you would smile listening and looking intently at whatever blueprints or finished products he would show you. “Hmmm let’s dance!” Donnie said enthusiastically, as he typed something into his wrist tech and music surrounded them.

“Dance?!” You said incredulously. You were surprised as he pulled you closer. He nodded, “I love dancing,” he smiled down at you, starting to move to the music and you followed his lead despite your reservations. “Really? How come I’ve never seen you dance?” You asked curiously. He shrugged, not explaining any further as the two of you twirled around the lab. He was a great lead, and you could tell he was enjoying this. His hands moved from yours down to your hips as a slower song came on next. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he whispered into your ear as he leaned his head closer to yours.

You smiled, “we’ll have to dance again then once the potion wears off!” You wondered if Donnie would remember any of this, if he would want to dance once the potion faded. You had a crush on the purple clad turtle since who knew when! It had crept up on you one day and ever since you couldn’t help but stare whenever he would enter the room. But you hadn’t felt confident enough to confess, plus you were a really clingy type of lover. If you did start actually flirting you probably wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of him, which obviously was a no go. So you kept your feelings to yourself waiting for them to just silently fade. And yet here you were in Donnie’s arms.

You just knew you’d be thinking of these moments long after the potion wore off. It hurt your heart to think that way but you needed to come to the realization that maybe you and Donnie weren’t meant to be. You weren’t a selfish person, you wouldn’t force him to be someone he wasn’t, do something he wouldn’t want to do like hug or hold hands. So this love potion thing was like a living fantasy something that had happened only in your dreams.

“You promise?” Donnie’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. “Hm?” You questioned. “Do you promise that we’ll dance again?” The look on his face was so loving, “of course!” you promised, even if he didn’t remember, you’d say anything to make him happy in this moment. “I know you hate being touched..” as if to prove you wrong he nuzzled his face into your neck. You giggled, “but this has been really nice,” you sighed and you swore you felt his lips kiss at your neck.

[One week later]

Donnie woke up with a start. He sat up in bed heaving, looking around as if he had just ran a marathon instead of just waking up from a dream. A pretty damn life-like dream. It involved you, every second had been with you, dancing in his lab, following you around, napping together, limbs twisted over and under each other, holding your hand, tears in your eyes as you hugged him tightly, whispering something to him. He strained to remember what you had said. “Ugh!” Donnie laid back in bed.

He was up after a few seconds, it had just been a dream.. right? He walked out of his room heading to the kitchen, stretching as he made his way there. “Oho! Look who it is~~” Leo called out as Donnie passed his twins room. “Sooo how ya feeling??” Leo said catching up to Donnie and walking alongside him leisurely. “Tired.” The purple turtle said giving his brother a side glance. “Remember anything ya did last week?” Leo said smugly getting right to the thick of things.

Donnie scrunched up his face thinking… but all he could remember was bits and pieces of the dream. The dream! He looked at his brother in shock, “what happened??” Donnie asked not even understanding why everything was so fuzzy to begin with. “Leo dumped a love potion on you and you and Y/n were inseparable for a week until last night!” Mikey said in passing like it was old news.

“YOU DID WHAT?” Donnie yelled into Leo’s face who blinked and gave a sheepish smile, “right I forgot how that had all started, heh!” His brother turned back to escape into his room. “We’re not done here Leonardo, I was under a love potion for a week?!” Donnie followed after his blue brother not letting him get away that easily. “Yeah yeah, shouldn’t you be heading to Y/n’s and talking about how you couldn’t keep your hands off of them??” It was a distraction tactic but it worked. Every single moment of contact rushed into Donnie’s mind, replaying. It hadn’t been a dream, he had held you in his hands, put his on your hips and twirled you around, hugged you, kissed you!

He whipped out his phone. Turning away from Leo who readily used that moment to escape from Donnie’s wrath. Text or call, Donnie questioned. No none of that, he had to see you, now. The tears, what had you been trying to tell him?? None of it made any sense and he had a sinking feeling he was forgetting something important. But he was blinded by all of his unusual behavior, mostly the fact that he had felt comfortable enough to be glued to your side for a week straight. He knew he had a crush on you but did his feelings run that deep? He needed to see you!

Three knocks could be heard from your bedroom window and you rolled out of bed. Wondering which of the turtles it could be cause none of your human friends used anything but the front door. “Donnie?” you gasped as you pulled back your curtains. You opened up your window and Donnie hastily climbed inside your room. “Apologies for the intrusion I just-“ he fumbled with the right words, “this past week” and you looked at him hopeful, but as he looked at you helplessly, not knowing what to say, you nodded. “It’s okay, I know you were just under the influence of the potion..” you said but you had been telling yourself that for a week now and you still couldn’t seem to make your heart agree with your mind. You turned away from him, “no y/n,” he reached for you like it was second nature. When his hand met your arm he stilled.

“Please, just explain what happened, my mind is so foggy,” he said as he let his hand fall away from your arm as you turned to face him. You could tell he was confused with his body as he stared down at his hand in shock. But as you explained from the very beginning he looked up and listened to every word. You were blushing and he was blushing it was a whole blush fest when you recounted the way he flirted. “I can’t believe I did that!” Donnie would say, hands coming up to his face to cover it embarrassed by his love-potion self’s actions. “Well..” you had started to say but you swallowed, realizing if you said what you had been thinking Donnie would definitely know your secret. Your undeniable crush on him.

When you didn’t continue Donnie moved his hands away from his face, “Yes?” He asked wanting you to continue and you shook your head nervously. “Oh c’mon Y/n, now I’m curious!” He called after you as you went back to your bed. “Trust me you’ll only be burdened once you do know,” you said with contempt for yourself. Donnie sat next to you, again shocking himself as he reached for your hand. But this time he didn’t pull away, “I doubt that” he said smiling softly at you. “…I enjoyed it.. all of last week” you breathed out hastily, squeezing his hand. Donnie’s eyes widened, “r-really??” and you nodded.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you for some time now Don,” you admitted, if you were gonna confess you might as well lay it all out on the table so he could reject you properly. Donnie’s heart stuttered, then kicked into high gear. “That makes two of us,” he whispered. Your mouth dropped open and then you hastily closed it, “are you sure? don’t you think it’s the side effect of the potion somehow?” you sighed thinking the worst before letting your hopes get too high. “I’m one hundred percent positive, because I liked you before the potion Y/n,”

You jumped up to your feet suddenly. Running over to your record player. “What’re you doing?” Donnie laughed, watching you flit around the room as you dimmed the lights. “Setting the mood!” You turned and winked at him seductively and his mind went blank. It must’ve shown on his face because you giggled and came back to him, reaching for his hands hesitantly, “I made a promise, would you like to dance?”

Donnie met your hands, your fingers intertwining with his. He rose to his feet, the music started playing and the volume climbed until it was all he could hear. It was like a movie, he was in a romcom, and he was enjoying it. He smiled, “I love dancing” he said as the two of swayed to the beat. You smiled up at him, a twinkle in your eyes as if you knew something he didn’t, “we’ll just have to do this again sometime then!”

It was like he was experiencing deja vu and he connected the dots. Finally it was like his mind cleared and he could remember everything clearly without having to be told. He knew what to say next as he smirked, “you promise?” and you laughed seeing the recognition in Donnie’s face. “Of course! I can’t imagine dancing with anyone else,” and the two of you moved closer together, enjoying the moment, feeling more than giddy. “I like you,” Donnie said kissing your temple, you flushed, tilting your head upwards, “I like you too so so much!” You gushed and surged forward capturing his lips. His hands moved up to your face, cradling it carefully, he was so gentle, so loving. It was everything you had dreamed of and more~~~

[orgverse]

what about ceo daddy dom sanhwa

so i decided a while ago i hated daddy!idol stuff so no daddy dom sanhwa, just regular dom sanhwa, but they are still ceos.

but imagine san spoiling you to your heart's content. he'll willingly reschedule or cancel meetings if it means getting to see you and spoiling you. he'll gift you his black card, pick you up with his private driver, and spend thousands of dollars on you. decorating you in diamonds and any other jewels you wants.

and while you're on your way back to your shared penthouse, you'll spread your legs for him. he'll put the divider up between you both and the driver. san's eyes are dark and heavy as he watches you play with yourself. your freshly manicured nails rubbing your clit as your other hands gropes your breast. you're moaning san's name telling him how much you love him.

and then he'll settle himself between your thighs. his face eye-level with your glistening pussy, your juices leaking onto the leather seats beneath you. san can't help but lick his lips before he's digging in. like a starved man who is having his first meal in weeks. that's who san eats your pussy. licking and sucking. your legs thrown over his shoulders as he's pressing his face impossibly close to your cunt. your moans are like music to his ears.

but right before you're about to cum, his phone rings. its seonghwa calling. and san knows he has to answer it.

"why did you cancel the meeting we had scheduled?" seonghwa's voice is calm, but you can both hear the underlining angry in it.

"i had to treat our baby to a day out."

"you spoil her too much. no wonder she doesn't ever listen to you," the elder says and san grins at the pout that appears on your glossy lips. san can't help to lean over and kiss you. you taste yourself on his lips.

"and you don't give her enough attention. that's why she doesn't listen to you," san comments back and you gasp at his words. completely not expecting it.

you hear seonghwa tsk before he's hanging up, but not before saying, "i'll see you both at home."

wow, well apparently we are only getting san giving you head in a car and seonghwa calling bc i'm hating everything coming after this. sorry, anon, hope i didn't disappoint you with this.

[blacklesbothatlovestowrite]

A Spark Ain't Never Felt This Good

(S/n: I OG had How Does It Feel by Chloe & Chris Brown as the song when I first started but changed it as I felt Jeans fit better once I finished the last leg of it today.)

Shuriri x Masc Reader

Summary: Shuri and Riri have been together for almost 3 years and start to feel as though they've hit a plateau in their relationship. In comes Masc Reader who gives them just the spark they were looking for.

Stem Shuri, Fem Riri & Masc Reader.

Warnings: Smut, Threesome, NSFW.

Never thought I would post this but thanks to @desswright29 and an Anon here ya'll go. 🫣 I'm kind of nervous because when it comes to masc writing I feel awkward like I don't fully grasp the personality, and air they have around them even though I'm currently writing two fem x Stud/Masc books in RL.

I OG had other plans for the end of this when I'd first wrote it but quickly abandoned it. Maybe if ya'll like it I'll add a part 2 with the OG smut idea I had for them. (DP, Triangle Oral and Anal) my mind was going to very smutty places 😭

-

"Yo, can you take your shit off of my work table?" Riri hissed, she was beyond tired of Shuri tossing her shit around everywhere.

"Don't talk to me like that, Ri..." Shuri snapped, her eyes narrowing at the shorter girl. At times she wondered why she still bothered. It seemed anything she did got under Riri's skin.

"Then pick your shit up and stop fucking littering my space!" Riri rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and waited for Shuri to remove her stuff.

Shuri took a deep breath trying to calm herself. She wasn't one to disrespect others but Riri made it hard at times to keep her composure.

She gathered her kimoyo beads she'd been tinkering with and her tools and moved them to the other side of the work room that was hers. Once she'd finished she turned back towards Riri and watched her.

"Sthandwa, how about we go out for dinner?" Shuri suggested. It'd been a while since they'd done anything together let alone for each other, not for Shuri's lack of trying.

"I'm good. I don't feel like going out." Riri declined, not in the mood for anything.

"What if I ordered something?" Shuri tried to compromise.

"If you want, but as I said I'm good." Riri shrugged.

Shuri sighed before heading out of the work room. She was starting to become fed up with Riri's attitude and actions. They hadn't had sex in months. They hadn't even slept in the same bed in almost as long. It felt as though they were roommates rather than partners.

She often wondered if there was someone else, or if Riri just simply stopped caring about her. She hated feeling like this. She hated feeling as though Riri didn't give two fucks about her. And it was slowly starting to wear her down as she agonized over their rapidly declining relationship.

A knock on the door broke her out of her thoughts. She shook her head and went to open it, staring in shock at who was there. She hadn't seen you in a long time and she sure hadn't been expecting you.

"Y/n?" Shuri gasped. "What are you doing here?"

"You sounded off on the phone, so I decided to pull up." You shrugged, looking her up and down. You bit your bottom lip as her eyes dilated. You and Shuri had been friends for years and friends with benefits for a while before you'd moved away.

You both kept in contact with each other, not letting distance come between your friendship. You'd been happy when she'd found Riri. She was hot, with beautiful chocolate eyes and a devious smile. You were content in knowing Shuri wasn't alone any longer.

"Now's really not a good time--" Shuri frowned, thinking of her current predicament with Riri. She'd told you how trying Riri was at times and refused to have a more dominant attitude towards the small girl.

"It's the perfect time." You insisted, pushing past her and heading inside. You weren't stupid. You knew Shuri was begging for your intervention, Shuri wasn't some meek girl if she wasn't forcing Riri to submit it was because she wanted you to do it and she wasn't going to ask because she was too prideful at times.

"Y/n..."

"Nice crib, It looks better in person." You say as you place your suitcase by the sofa.

"I'm heading out." Riri said, and Shuri looked over to see Riri had showered and changed. She had on one of Shuri's oversized sweaters that stopped mid thigh and some heels.

"Where are you going?" Shuri questioned, not understanding how she could be going out when she'd just said she wasn't interested in going out. The with her part silent.

"Out, do I need to give you a run down itinerary of my plans?" Riri scoffed.

"Alright, enough!" Shuri declared, staring Riri down. "I've had enough of your behavior and attitude. I've been patient, I've been loving, I've been understanding and all you've done is spit on every attempt."

Riri stared at Shuri in shock. She'd never seen Shuri get so angry before. Like a flip was switched she felt her body shiver.

You watched Riri's body taking note of the way she responded to Shuri. You smirked, realizing just why she was acting so bratty. You'd had too many women in your bed to know exactly what was going on.

"I see you haven't learned anything from me, Entle." You clear your throat, raising a brow at Shuri. "Have you forgotten how to tame brats like her?"

Riri finally noticed you and her eyes narrowed. She'd seen many pictures of you before, and she knew all about you and Shuri's phone calls. She couldn't help the envy that emerged at seeing you in their home. She'd spent months being angry at Shuri for being able to talk to you about things she didn't talk to her about. Angry at the way Shuri's face looked whenever she talked to you, or about you.

"Don't talk about me as if I'm a child." Riri hissed, glaring at you.

"You're certainly not one." You grinned, taking in her figure. Even in the oversized sweater, you could tell she had a beautiful body.

"Y/n..." Shuri warned already seeing where you were going. She knew how you looked when you were being mischievous or when you were aroused.

"Maybe little miss brat needs some reminding just how good a girl she's got." You say, walking towards Shuri and kissing her. You felt how Shuri melted in your hold, as your tongue roamed her mouth.

Your hold tightened as you gripped her hips, relishing in the way she moaned for you. As much as she loved being able to lead, she loved being able to submit to you.

As the two of you kissed, Riri's core started to react. She felt confused as the sight of the two of you had her jealousy replaced with lust. She watched you with interest. You had on a white long sleeve top, with gray joggers on. Your neck was adorned with two chains and your hair was covered with a durag.

You pulled away allowing Shuri to catch her breath. Her eyes were hooded as she tried to control her breathing. Fuck, she's missed this.

"Brat, strip your clothes and let me see you play with that pretty pussy." Your eyes still locked with Shuri. You expected some attitude or snarky response, but received neither as you watched Shuri's eyes widen.

You turned to see Riri fully naked, and heading for the sofa. To say you were shocked would be an understatement. You'd expected more mouth from Miss Williams after what Shuri had told you about her.

"It seems she does know how to stop talking and listen." You said to Shuri, your eyes glued on Riri's form as she sat on the sofa with her legs spread. You watched her glistening pussy, your mouth starting to water as she ran her nails through her slipper folds.

"Fuck!" Shuri groaned, she'd been sexually frustrated for months. Yet the thought of having Riri and You was causing her mind to go crazy with different positions she'd fantasized about.

This was a hidden desire she had never thought would have happened. The thought of how you fucked her so good with your strap she'd personally created for you was constantly on her mind. She couldn't help thinking of what it would be like if you all linked up and threw down. She knew you were a wild card. You got bitches, it was a fact. You were more experienced, as you were the one to start her sexual journey.

"Ssssss..." Riri hissed as she slid two fingers inside herself, it'd been so long since she'd had a release that her pussy was sensitive.

"Look at the way that fat pussy is taking those pretty fingers." You praise her, pulling Shuri over to the sofa and pushing her down beside Riri. You sit on the coffee table opposite Riri, eyes glued to her pussy sucking her fingers in. The wet, squelching sound like music to your ears.

"How long has it been since this pussy was touched?" You demand, urging her to look you in the eyes. She bit back a moan as she continued fingering herself.

"6 months..." She cried out, her chest heaving as she tried to fight her impending orgasm.

"6 months?" You repeated. You hummed to yourself, then grabbed her hand that was giving her pleasure and moved it away from her juicy hole. You tsked, shaking your head. "You've been denying Shuri this pussy for 6 months? Denied Yourself Shuri's sweet pussy?"

Riri swallowed back the rage, she was frustrated. She wanted to cum so badly, her pussy was throbbing and you were toying with her. She wanted to cuss you out so bad but knew you wouldn't allow her to cum if she had. Shuri had told her about some of your exploits with other women and she knew you enjoyed punishing stubborn women.

"Look at her." You laughed, tilting your head. "She's all quiet and submissive after all that trouble she gave you."

Shuri bit her lip, she was sure you could get Riri in check. She didn't have the heart to punish Riri the way she deserved for her behavior. Instead she'd been trying to cater to Riri but she knew Riri needed someone who could put her in her place.

You lifted slightly to push down your joggers and tapped the kimoyo bead on your bracelet Shuri had given you to activate your strap. You watched as both women stared at the black strap.

"Shuri come suck my strap." You ordered, watching as she quickly got on her knees and took your strap in her mouth. You groaned as you watched her deep throat your strap.

Shuri had designed the strap so it would vibrate at the top against your pussy so only you'd feel the vibrations. You watched Shuri suck the strap, taking it as far as she could.

"Damn..." You sighed feeling the sensations, you'd missed how good Shuri was at this. The sight of her taking your strap all the way down her throat, spit and drool leaking from the corner of her mouth as she sucked the damn near soul out of you.

You clenched your pussy as you heard Riri moan, your eyes snapped to her and you watched as she stared at Shuri's moving head in a trance. You could see her pussy leaking, soaking the couch as she clenched her fists by her side.

"Entle, up." You demanded. Shuri removed her mouth from your strap, a string of spit following her. You grasped her neck and brought her to you and kissed her roughly. "Tell me what you want."

Shuri swallowed, taking several shaky breaths as her mind raced with all the thoughts she had. There were so many things she wanted to try but she was more interested in seeing You turn Riri into a whimpering, screaming mess. She needed her Riri back.

"Do what you do best." Shuri pleaded, her eyes begging for you to help her. You nodded, hating to see that look on her face.

"I'm only going to ask this once." You spat towards Riri. You could see the defiance in her eyes, in her body the way it was tense. She wanted to argue, to fight but she was trying to keep quiet. You knew she wanted you. You knew when anyone wanted you. It was obvious.

"Do I have your permission to have your body?" You stared her down, watching as she tried to fight her instinct to be a brat.

"Yes..." She whispered.

Shuri was unsure of what happened to Riri. She had never seen Riri so quiet, so submissive. Everything was a fight with her, even sex. She was sure she'd fight against you a bit and yet she seemed to be listening, acting and open to everything you were doing and had yet to do.

"Let's take this to the bedroom." You say, as you removed your clothing tossing them along the way. One look at Shuri had her doing the same.

You laid on your back and gestured for Shuri to climb on top of your strap. You had no plans of giving Riri the strap at the moment. You wanted to push her buttons and sexually frustrate her.

As she sunk on you both moaned simultaneously. The strap curved at the head to rub against her g-spot instantaneously. You gave her free reign to do as she pleased, watching as she bounced on top of you, her perky, small tits bouncing as she rode the strap.

Your eyes were focused on where the strap met her pussy, watching as it went in and out. You could already see her cream lining the strap as she fucked herself on your strap. Fuck, you wanted to eat that creamy pussy so bad. But you had a lesson to teach.

"Riri sit on my face." You said, to which she quickly joy obliged. She didn't seem shy about it either, she placed her pussy right on top of your mouth. Her pussy smelled heavenly. You stuck your tongue out and licked, savoring her taste. She had a tart but sweet taste.

You started licking her pussy, your tongue drawing different designs into her pussy. You were skilled at making a pussy flutter and Riri was getting first hand experience in it. She rode your face as you ate her pussy with fervor.

Shuri watched as you ate Riri out, her stomach clenching as she felt the strap stretching her walls and hitting her spot. She was so fucking close, she felt the familiar warmth as you started to thrust up to match her thrusts.

"Ohhhh! Demethi, Undenza ndizive kamnandi sana....(Damn, you are making me feel so good baby). " Shuri cried out as she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Riri feeling bold, turned so she was facing Shuri as you licked her pussy painstakingly slow.

Riri leaned all the way forward and started licking and sucking Shuri's clit. She watched as you slammed the strap up into Shuri, her tongue slurping the cream leaking from her pussy and swiped her tongue along your strap. You twitched as Riri, pressed her pussy into your face harder trying to force friction. Fuck you wanted to make her pussy gush all over your tongue and face but you weren't going to give her an orgasm so quick.

"Oh.... Fuck, Fuck, Fuccccckkkk." Shuri cursed losing her filter as you hit her sweet spot inside of her. She couldn't handle the tongue on her pussy and the strap drilling her at the same time. She groaned as she squirted all over your strap.

Riri gasped as Shuri's fluids hit her face. She slurped at her pussy, as you continued to pound into her still splashing pussy. The sight had her so aroused her clit started to pulsate against your tongue. You bit on her clit, not hard enough to hurt her but enough to set her body on fire. She arched her back as she felt the urge to cum. You moved her off of your face, stopping her orgasm before it could happen. She was pissed.

"You don't get to cum yet." You informed her. "You have to earn that right."

You could see her wetness spreading over her thighs as she clenched them together. You maneuvered yourself so Shuri was lying on her back and you were on your knees. You bent your head to get a taste of her succulent pussy and sighed. You rubbed her creamy nectar over your strap as you sucked her pussy.

Your tongue was swiping over her clit, as you licked from her clit to her rosebud. You moaned as her hips jerked to get closer to your face. You licked her ass, enjoying how crazy she went as your tongue swiped along her tight hole.

Riri watched im frustration. She couldn't help how wet she was getting at the sight of you and Shuri together. She never thought she'd feel like this. She'd spent so long angry at how close you and Shuri were and it got to the point she couldn't have sex with Shuri without wondering if she measured up to you.

Seeing how you had Shuri writhing and moaning, it was more than obvious she clearly couldn't compare to you sexually. Yet instead of the envy, anger and self consciousness all she could feel was lust. She felt like she could cum from not being touched at this point with the way her pussy was aching.

You pulled away from Shuri's ass and grabbed her legs pushing her knees into her chest. You loved seeing her in this position, and you could hit her so deep. You thrust the strap into her without warning, hearing her cry out.

You couldn't help the smile on your lips as you pounded her sweet pussy, every inward thrust damn near hitting her cervix. You were so deep and she loved it. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she screamed out. You loved when Shuri let you fuck her like the needy little whore she was.

You paused and took one of the kimoyo beads off of your bracelet and placed it on Riri's clit.

"Griot, make that bead vibrate. Keep it between a low and high setting. The moment she starts to pulse against the bead, stop then once she's calmed down continue." You ordered Shuri's AI. Shuri had never used him to aide her in the bedroom so when she heard your words the look on her face would have been comical if you weren't so aroused.

"As you wish Y/n daughter of Wakanda." Griot said.

As the bead started to vibrate against Riri's pussy, you started back fucking Shuri. You gripped her throat in your hand and slammed into her as you choked her. You loved the way her pussy clenched as you squeezed her throat.

"Uhhhh...." Shuri groaned as you fucked her so deep. You watched as her pussy sucked you in, and went faster.

"Please...." You heard Riri beg, as the vibrating stopped. You knew she was desperate for a release.

"Tell. Your. Little. Brat. Just. How. Good. I. Make. You. Feel. Entle." You slammed into her hard with every word, squeezing her throat tighter. Drool was falling from the corner of her mouth as you beat her pussy.

The vibrating started again and you felt a smug satisfaction Tun through you as Riri cried out. You'd seen just how needy her fat pussy was, you knew she was going out of her mind. You placed a second bead on her clit beside the first one all while pounding into Shuri.

"High speed Griot, and once she starts pulsing stop again." You ordered and listened as the vibrating got louder.

"Y...You.... m...make... m..me... f..feel... ssss...sooo... f..ffffuuuccckkking... g..good." Shuri screamed, her voice hoarse. She was slick with sweat and her legs were shaking as you continued to fuck her.

"Fuck!!!!!!" Riri shouted, she was shaking. As the two beads had her vision becoming hazy. Just as she was about to cum, the beads stopped simultaneously and she let out a gut wrenching cry. "Please....."

"Hmmmm. Sthandwa should I give her what she wants?" You ask Shuri. Shuri's eyes opened and she stared at Riri who looked pitiful. Her body was glistening with sweat, she had tears in her eyes and her poor clit was swollen and larger than she had ever seen it.

"Yes..." Shuri folded, not having the heart to see Riri so distressed and needy. You kept the rhythm until Shuri came, gushing all over you and the bed. She looked exhausted as you removed the strap from her pussy, watching as the hole gaped a bit.

"Riri if you want to cum, you need to make me cum." You declared. You made the strap disappear to reveal your soaked pussy and watched as she pushed you beside Shuri on your back. She climbed on top of you and started to rub her swollen pussy on top of you, sobs escaping her as your pussies slid against each other.

You were already wound up from fucking Shuri. The pleasure you got from scissoring with Riri was like nothing you'd ever experienced. Her pussy fit perfectly with yours like no one's ever had. A warm mouth on your nipple had you staring at Shuri's head covered in curls. You moaned as she sucked on your nipple with her skillful tongue, while rolling the other nipple in her mouth.

"Shit..." You hissed as you came quicker than you thought you would. Riri's pussy clearly had the magic touch because scissoring never got you off that fast. Riri feeling your gooey fluid, moved faster. Her pussy was throbbing and her eyes were rolling into the back of her head as she felt the coil snapping inside of her.

"Yesssssssssssss." She screamed, as she gushed on top of you.

"That was so hot..." Shuri muttered watching as Riri collapsed beside you, catching her breath.

"You're such a softy." You teased Shuri. You'd planned on letting Riri suffer a bit longer then when she felt like she was losing her mind, you would fuck her with your thicker strap until her pussy was swollen and sore for a few days so she'd be reminded NEVER to put Shuri through what she had again.

"You love it." Shuri smiled, placing a kiss on your lips.

"Riri..." Shuri started, but she stopped not sure what to say. She wasn't sure she could continue the way things had been. And after what had just happened, she couldn't fathom things going back to the way they were.

"I should give you both some space to talk." You said, knowing they had a lot to figure out. You climbed off the bed but froze as you felt a small hand grasp your wrist.

"Stay..." Riri whispered. She never thought she'd ever utter those words to you but after the night you all had just experienced she didn't want you to leave.

"I--"

"Shuri loves you..." Riri muttered, her voice low. You could tell she was struggling to say what she was saying. "Shuri's in love with you, and up until today I was jealous and angry but... something happened. I don't know what. But I'd like to explore it."

"Oh Ri.... is this why you've been acting the way you were acting." Shuri sounded sad. You didn't dare turn around. You'd spend years trying to pretend you didn't feel much for Shuri other than the love of a friend, pretending you didn't lust after Riri.

"I love you both equally. There's no competition, You both have my heart. I tried for so long to ignore this because I figured Y/n wasn't interested in anything more and you seemed so put off by her.... I never considered this a plausible possibility.." Shuri admitted and you turned, wanting to see both their faces.

"I'd like to try a relationship." Riri fumbled with her hands. She was nervous of what you'd say. Shuri had said you were a player, you never took anyone serious and the thought of you touching other women after being with them had her stomach turning.

"Are you sure?" Shuri wanted to be sure Riri was 100% ok with the idea of trying a relationship with Y/n. It was half the battle in her eyes, she wasn't completely sure you'd want that. You'd never done relationships, stating they were messy and you hated commitment.

"I want you both... I think deep down I've always thought about it even when I felt jealous or even angry." Riri wouldn't look up as she admitted what she wanted.

"I want to try too." You said, shocking the pair in front of you.

Riri's eyes met yours and she launched herself into your arms. You grasped her tightly as her legs locked around your hips.

"Make me yours..." She begged.

And like that. You'd done exactly what the little brat wanted, giving in as Shuri had. Making love to her, slow and full of passion.

As the three of you slept in the spoon position, you could only think that you all fit together perfectly. From tallest to shortest. You, Shuri and Riri.

-

Until next time 💥

[7ndipity]

You Get Hate From The Fans

Jimin x Reader

Summary: After months of harassment from toxic fans, you can't help but wonder whether it would better for you and Jimin to part ways.

Warnings: angst, crying, mentions of harassment, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I honestly got a little too in my feels as I was writing this, I always hate making Chim cry, even if things work out in the end.😭

Masterlist

Requests are open

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

You had been unusually quiet all night, making Jimin increasingly worried. At first he thought maybe you weren’t feeling well, but as the evening pressed on, he could tell there was clearly something bothering you as you seemed to withdraw more and more into yourself.

“Will you please tell me what’s wrong?” He finally asked, coming to sit by you on the couch.

“I don’t know if I wanna say it.” You said, not meeting his eyes.

He took your hand. “It’s okay. You can tell me anything, I won’t judge.”

You shut your eyes, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. God, why did he have to make this so hard?

“What if we… broke up?” Your voice came out barely above a whisper.

You felt him flinch as if you’d slapped him. “What?!” He gasped.

“It’s too much, I-I can’t do it. Everyone keeps saying that you’d be better off without me...”

“Everyone who? What are you saying?” He asked, tears evident in his voice. “Please, look at me, y/n.” He pleaded.

Slowly, you raised your eyes to meet his, your whole body shaking from the effort it took not to fall to pieces.

“Talk to me. What’s happened?” He begged.

And just like that, the dam broke. All the pain and frustration poured out as you began to sob into his chest, the whole story coming out in broken bits and pieces.

For months, you’d borne the brunt of so-called army's hateful comments. At first, you’d tried to just ignore them, aware that it was one of the hazards of dating an idol, but as time went on, they became more and more aggressive and cruel, attacking everything about your appearance and personality. You had tried to cope and keep the comments to yourself, knowing how much it would upset Jimin, but there was only so much you could take.

“I know that they wouldn’t go away completely if we broke up, but… I didn’t know what else to do.” You concluded, leaning weakly against Jimin as he held onto you tightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” He asked, crying with you.

“I didn’t wanna make things worse.” You hiccuped. ”You already have so much going on, and I didn’t want to be another weight on your back.”

“Stop that! That’s what they want you to think, but it’s not true, nothing could be further from the truth.” He rocked you both as he spoke. “You give me so much strength, I don’t know what I would do without you. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, I had no idea.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” You whispered, but he shook his head.

“What matters now is we need to stand together against this, okay? I’m not gonna leave you to fight on your own.” He promised you, wiping your tears. “Not ever.”

You nodded. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, not loosening his hold on you till long after you'd fallen asleep.

He put out a formal statement later that same evening, stating that anyone who was actually a fan or supporter of him would never treat someone he cared about this way, or anyone else for that matter. He said how disappointed he was with the individuals in question, and how any further harassment would be met with legal action.

He also took several days off to stay with you and make sure you were okay. He'd made a vow that night to you and himself that he would do everything in his power to protect you.

[flowerandblood]

Robbed and gifted (6/6) (End)

[ arranged marriage • modern!Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: sex content, angst, smut, fluff ]

[description: (Anon Request) She and Aemond are faced with a situation, where they must form a fictitious marriage. They are complete strangers to each other, who cannot find themselves in a new reality. When his wife stands up for him at a family dinner, something changes between them. Smut, angst and a lot of sexual tension.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous chapters: Masterlist

_____

She woke up the next morning with a huge headache. She opened her eyes lazily, but the light from the windows blinded her. She muttered helplessly in displeasure, turning her back to the window, twisting in her husband's arm, snuggling into his chest which rose steadily. She felt him roll over, his hand on her back again, returning to his interrupted deep sleep.

She tried to remember last night and realized to her horror that she must have drunk a little too much. As long as she was in the restaurant, sitting and laughing with friends, she felt great, but as soon as she stepped outside she was struck by how soft her legs were. When she got home, she tried her best to behave normally. She didn't want him to be ashamed of her.

Then his words made her so emotional that she just got into his pants and started riding him. She pursed her lips, feeling her cheeks turn scarlet at the memory of what she'd said to him. That, sitting on top of him, after an overwhelming, wonderful orgasm with her head on his shoulder, she'd stammered that she loved him.

She wondered hard if he remembered that and believed her or if he had just assumed that she was drunk. She was afraid that he would think that he didn't feel the same way about her and would withdraw.

She thought, she'd pretend that she'd never said anything like that to save herself the humiliation. She pursed her lips at the thought, pressing her cheek against his warm, bare chest, which heaved steadily.

After an hour, the alarm rang and they both had to get up. She tried not to show how much she was in pain, but she saw his amused look as he drank his coffee, leaning against the counter.

"A little hangover?" He asked low, taking a sip of his espresso, a smirk on his face.

She looked at him, frowning and sighed heavily, covering her face with her hands.

"I would say a big hangover." She muttered, unhappy and distraught that she had her shift at the coffee shop today.

She heard Aemond walk over to one of the cupboards and open it. He took out a small basket of pills, poured water into a glass, and handed it to her, placing it on the table.

"Drink. It should be better in half an hour." He grunted, avoiding her, gathering his documents from the table which he needed at work.

She pursed her lips as she looked at the couch where they had fucked so hard yesterday. He scratched his cheek and looked at her as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Mmm… my mother called me about Christmas." He spoke softly and uncertainly, and she felt that he was about to say something that she wouldn't like.

“She thought it would be nice to invite your parents. She invited them before my father could react. I thought you should know." He said quickly, looking away, all tense.

She gasped at his words, her eyes wide in shock, her mouth parted in horror and despair. She covered her face with her hands, leaning over the table as if about to burst into sobs.

"It's a nightmare." She just said, sighing loudly, shaking her head. "It will be a disaster."

She said, lowering her hands, looking at him helplessly. He looked at her, but didn't know what to say. He wasn't comfortable with this either. He hated meeting new people. Even more like them, but he wouldn't dare say it out loud, lest it offend her. He sighed heavily.

"It'll be alright. Don't worry about it." He said softly, walking over to her calmly, his face completely expressionless as always.

He lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look at him, her gaze warm and frightened at the same time, full of hot feeling. He leaned over her and brushed her lips, feeling both of them shiver at the gentle caress. He broke away from her with a soft, wet click.

"Have a nice day." He said calmly and left the apartment, leaving her alone.

She groaned helplessly, getting up and laying on the couch, not believing that this was really happening.

She couldn't imagine meeting his parents with her parents. They were people from other planets, and her father knew no limits when it came to alcohol. She was afraid that her parents would start arguing in front of everyone and that Aemond would be ashamed of them.

Since they decided to give their marriage a chance, things were going really well for them, their everyday life was harmonious and enjoyable.

She knew that there was still a lot of work ahead of them and they didn't know much about each other yet, but they had both given a lot in the two months since they met and she didn't want it all to go to waste.

She thought with horror that her words, spoken while drunk, could not have been a figment of her intoxicated imagination. She really felt something for him.

Something intense and wonderful.

Christmas was slowly approaching. Aemond's mother decided that everyone should come to their house for Christmas Eve and spend family time together until the end of Christmas a few days later.

Both she and Aemond dreaded spending so much time together under the same roof with these people, knowing that it would not be without arguments. However, they recognized that there was no choice.

Together, they chose gifts for his family and her parents. She didn't tell him that she wanted to present something to him as well. She had no idea what would make him happy.

He could buy everything himself, so she wasn't sure if any items would impress him. She knew he loved books, but most of them were dusty on the shelves because he had no time to read them.

Funny gadgets and gifts were also out, because he was completely uninterested in it. She recalled that he once confessed to her that he loved collecting antiques.

In fact, there were a lot of them in their house. Sometimes he would tell her about which one of them. She decided to follow this lead and look for something for him in the antique shop.

She wasn't even sure what she was looking for. She decided that if something caught her eye, she would just buy it, unless it was too much over her budget.

After going to a few stores and finding nothing she lost some of her enthusiasm, but it came back with full force, when she felt that she had finally found what she was looking for.

A beautiful, gold, old pocket watch, richly decorated on the back with floral, carved motifs. One day when they were watching some costume drama on TV, having lunch in between, he told her, looking at one of the characters that when he was a child, he dreamed of having a pocket watch like him, wearing a frock coat and a top hat.

She decided that the frock coat and top hat might not look good nowadays, nor would he have anything to do with it, but he could still carry the watch with him, keeping it as an elegant heirloom.

She bargained with the seller for a slightly better price when he admitted to her that the watch was not working and had to be repaired. She was not discouraged and bought it, then took it to the watchmaker. She was supposed to pick it up in a few days, but the man said that he'd make it before Christmas.

She barely bit her tongue not to give a surprise, so eager to share her gift with him. She bought a nice black box for it, which made its gold frame even more beautiful. She hid the gift in a drawer, extremely proud of her idea.

On the day of Christmas Eve their moods were average, but they were comforted by the fact that they would spend this time together.

For Aemond Christmas time was a chore that he couldn't avoid every year. Now at least he felt that among these people, he would have his ally, someone who would understand and hug him at night when he was angry and discouraged.

Despite her confession while she was drunk of her feelings for him she never repeated it afterwards. He thought resignedly that perhaps she regretted her exposure to him and wanted to back out of him. He didn't know what to do with that thought, so he pushed it aside.

They arrived at his family home a few hours before the dinner date. It was crowded inside, the whole house was festively decorated, the smells of baked and cooked food came from the kitchen.

She introduced him to her parents, who smiled timidly, squeezing his hand. They tried to talk to him, but his stony facial expression completely scared them away. She didn't care anymore, knowing it was a neutral expression on his face, but to outsiders he looked like he wanted to kill them.

Just before dinner, his father invited them into his office, saying that he wanted to talk to them. They both walked in, looking at each other uneasily. He motioned for them to sit in the two armchairs in front of him, and they did, looking at him expectantly. Viserys clapped his hands and nodded.

“You guys did great. The transaction went faster than we expected. I thought I'd give you a message as a Christmas present. You only have three more months before you can get divorced." He said softly, smiling, as if he really thought that he was going to give them a huge surprise by pleasing them both.

They both stiffened at his words. Aemond covered his face with his hand, resting his elbow on the armrest, his mouth pressed together. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, feeling her heart pounding wildly, her hands clenched in her lap in front of her.

She didn't want it.

She didn't want to divorce him.

Aemond finally looked at his father, his gaze calm and impassive.

“No.” He spoke dryly, clearly and confidently. There was silence in the room.

His father frowned and opened his mouth in disbelief. He shook his head, apparently not understanding what was going on.

"What are you talking about?" He asked as if he thought his son was joking or had lost his mind. Aemond looked at him blankly, his expression cold and distant.

"You will not decide when my marriage ends." He said emphatically, impatiently. She swallowed hard at his words, feeling the warmth spreading through her heart.

Viserys shook his head, sighing heavily, and looked at her.

"Will you leave me alone with my son for a while?" He asked softly, trying to smile. She looked at Aemond in horror, saw his mouth tighten, anger in his eye.

"She has the right to listen to this conversation." He spoke through clenched teeth, but his father cut the subject short.

"I want to talk to you in private." He said emphatically.

She gulped loudly at his words, she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She stood up.

She and her husband gave each other a quick, desperate look, then she headed for the door and closed it behind her. Viserys looked at his son, his gaze alert and impatient.

"You will divorce her. I have bigger plans for you." He said, looking at his son intensely. Aemond rolled his eye, furious, barely sitting still, his fingers tapping impatiently against his armrest.

"You are insolent." He hissed, looking away, pale with anger and helplessness. "Fucking old fool."

His father did not like this remark.

"Excuse me?"

Aemond looked at him, enraged, his gaze threatening and impatient.

"I said, I'm not fucking divorcing her. What the hell don't you understand?" He hissed in such a way that his father pursed his lips at the insult. Such words he would expect from Aegon, but not from him.

"Are you punishing me for telling everyone about your results? You know I want you to be my successor. Leave this childishness behind." He spoke a little softer as if he had just found the reason for his behavior.

Aemond chuckled low, dark, squeezing his eye shut. He shook his head, rubbing his temple. He was literally on the verge of throwing himself at his father and slapping his face.

"You don't understand anything. But how would you know what I feel? You never loved my mother." He said, rising suddenly from his armchair, heading towards the exit.

"Aemond!" Viserys shouted after him, clearly frustrated and angry with what he had just heard.

"Fuck off." He only said, leaving, slamming the door.

He sighed heavily and looked around. He saw that his wife was standing in the corridor, shaking all over, her face red with tears.

He realized that she had heard everything.

She pursed her lips, looking at him with her big, tender eyes. He felt his anger instantly melt into thin air.

"I will not divorce you." He said calmly.

She smiled at him so warmly, so sweetly that he came over to her, grabbing her hair and kissed her hungrily, their lips sliding against each other with a wet click. He pulled away from her after a moment and pressed his forehead against hers, looking at her thoughtfully.

She always took his opinion into account. She always listened to what he had to say. She respected and valued him. She made him happy, giving him a sense of stability and security, something he had lacked since childhood.

He realized that he had always sensed that his parents did not love each other. He thought deep down that maybe love was just a poet's invention, an ideal that no one would ever achieve. That's why, being with Alys he never really thought about how he felt about her, and he didn't care that his heart didn't melt at the sight of her.

But now, standing in front of her, stroking her cheek with his thumb, all he could think about was protecting her, enfolding her in his arms and holding her close.

Keep her as his own treasure.

He understood now why men in books and poems were so devoted when it came to feeling for a woman. Nothing mattered to him anymore.

"Let's go downstairs." He said gently.

Everyone sat down to the Christmas table. Viserys joined the others as well, pale, his lips pursed, his gaze thoughtful. He and Aemond exchanged menacing, warning glances across the table, but neither of them said anything.

Dumplings, borscht, salads, fish and all other dishes characteristic of this holiday were served on the table. Everyone started to eat, the atmosphere at the table was quite pleasant.

Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, Viserys stood up, his head bowed. He looked around at the gathered people and cleared his throat softly, silence fell around the table. She and Aemond stared at him, tense. Finally his father spoke up.

“My dearest ones, there is something that I am ashamed to admit and of which I am not proud. I decided that Christmas Eve was a time of new beginnings and forgiveness, and it was the right time to shed that burden.” He said calmly, looking at his plate, everyone staring at him in complete surprise. Nobody answered.

"I made my son do something very bad, against any good morals." He said suddenly, and Aemond shifted in his seat, horrified.

"Dad-" He said imploringly and warningly at the same time. He felt his wife squeeze his hand under the table in horror, sucking in a sharp breath. Viserys didn't care at all.

“I convinced him to enter into a fictitious marriage for the sake of the company, thanks to which we were able to make many important transfers. I got two young, innocent people involved in our bank's dirty tricks." He said, sighing heavily.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned to them. Aemond looked at his wife in horror. She stared at her plate in front of her, pale, with pursed lips, her body trembling all over. He thought that this wasn't really happening. Viserys continued.

"However, I also wanted to inform you that in a few months their marriage will be -"

"Shut the fuck up." Aemond blurted out, looking at him enraged. Viserys blinked at him in disbelief. Several people at the table shifted uneasily in their seats, feeling the tension.

"Son -"

"Close. Your fucking. Mouth. You can make up whatever lies you want. That it's a sham marriage, that even you yourself had a hand in it. Tell me that maybe she's really your illegitimate daughter and we're living in incest. What you're saying is ridiculous. I get it that you can't stand her, not having as much money as our family, but that's beneath your dignity. I will not divorce her." He hissed in one breath, so confident that his wife looked at him, her mouth parted.

The table fell silent as Viserys smiled incredulously, shaking his head.

"- what are you talking about, son - I -"

"Sit down, dad. Don't humiliate yourself in front of my in-laws anymore. I am ashamed of you." He said, looking away, his hand closing around her fingers that were squeezing him so tight.

He thought with satisfaction that he had won. That he had outsmarted his father who had always seemed invincible to him. He couldn't help but glance at his wife with satisfaction.

She stared at him in disbelief, her eyes hot, her lips slightly parted. He thought that he was going to fuck her all night. He will let his father and others listen to how "fictitious" their marriage was.

The rest of the dinner passed in a rather awkward atmosphere. Aemond held her hand under the table. Then it was time for the gifts they gave to the family. After that, Aemond decided that he couldn't stand it any longer. He took her hand and led her upstairs to his old room where he had grown up.

He thought with satisfaction that she felt the same as he did, because as soon as he closed the door, he saw out of the corner of his eye that she had pulled her panties down from under her dress.

She was staring at him with her lips slightly parted, swollen with lust. A smirk appeared on his face as he felt ecstasy, satisfaction and pride pulse through his veins, adrenaline pumping his chest. He began to undo his belt, looking at her darkly.

"Lie down on the bed." He commanded, and she obediently took a few steps back, laying on her back, breathing quickly.

He licked his lips involuntarily when he saw that she opened her thighs in front of him, her juices were dripping from her wet, pink entrance onto the sheets.

"Please…" She mumbled softly, looking at him. He walked over to her, sliding down his unbuttoned pants and boxers, taking his swollen, throbbing cock in his hand. He squeezed it several times in his hand as he looked at her. He was completely hard.

"Please what?" He hummed as he looked at her, tilting his head slightly as if in curiosity. Her face was all red with tears and desire, her whole body trembled.

He knew that she was shaken by what had happened. That what he did impressed her and she wanted to feel him, to give herself to him. The very thought made him shudder. She pursed her lips and swallowed hard, looking pleadingly at him.

"Please, make me feel good" She whispered, fidgeting impatiently as she stared thirstily at his swollen cock.

His lips twisted into a smirk at her words. He stepped closer to her, standing over her, spreading her thighs with his hands. His cock slid over her wet, hot entrance, teasing her clit, rubbing against her juices.

"Do you want me to fuck you? For my family downstairs to hear a little how you moan sweetly with my cock deep inside you?" He purred, stroking her thigh with one hand, guiding the tip of his cock to her entrance with the other.

They both moaned loudly as he slid into her a little, only teasing her as he pushed back out. She sobbed beneath him, writhing with desire, her hard nipples showing through the fabric of her dress.

"Yes, please, just fuck me already" She mumbled helplessly and moaned loudly as he slid all the way inside her suddenly, stretching her fleshy walls to the limit, sending a huge shudder through her body.

She tilted her head back, her hands tightening around his, holding her hips as he began to thrust his cock into her at a fast, intense pace. They gasped and moaned in exchange, their naked skin, sticky with their juices, hit each other with a wet slap with each of his thrusts.

"Yes, yes, yes" She moaned sweetly beneath him, eyes squeezed shut in delight, her lips parted in ecstasy. He looked at her, enchanted, at his wife, the source of his wonderful pleasures, devoted only to him.

He breathed quickly, watching with satisfaction as his cock pushed against her tight walls, stretching her deliciously painfully, her juices making it easy for him to enter her. He sped up even more, panting low, her moans getting louder as he rubbed her where she liked.

“My wife likes it, when her husband takes care of her, right? When I fuck her thirsty pussy so well.” He hissed, fucking her brutally and quickly, the bed beneath her creaking with his chaotic, sudden movements.

He felt that he was close to fulfillment. He wanted and needed it like never before. To cum in her and forget about everything, to find solace and fulfillment again in her arms. She sobbed sweetly at his words, turning her head away, pressing her cheek against the quilt, pressing her lips together helplessly.

"Yes, you make me feel so, so good, I love it" She sobbed and heard him smile at her words, delighted with her condition, her total surrender to his desires.

"You greedy little thing. Making a mess form your husband cock every fucking time, right?” He hummed in delight as he tightened his grip on her, digging his fingers into the skin of her hips.

"Mhm" That was all she managed to choke out, her hips responding willingly to his every thrust, her mouth parting wide, feeling the fulfillment coming.

"Oh, God, Aemond!" She moaned sweetly, arching her back, panting heavily, tickling hot waves of pleasure flowing through her body, depriving her of hearing and sight for a moment. She heard him begin to breathe heavily, his movements sloppy and chaotic, out of control.

"That's it, squeeze my cock a little bit. Fuck!” He growled as he reached his orgasm, his hot, sticky seed speeling inside her.

He gasped in pleasure for a while longer, sliding in and out of her, his cock a complete mess. He pulsed in her for a moment longer, his eye closed, his mouth slightly parted.

“Such a good girl. Knows how to make her husband cock happy so fucking well.” He purred, praising her, stroking the skin of her thighs in a calm, circular motion.

She swallowed hard, looking at him, blushing. He was sure that if anyone passed by their room he could hear them perfectly well. He smiled at the thought and slid out of her gently, his sperm flowing out of her in a thin, white stream. He wiped it away with his finger and slid it back inside her, causing her to squeal a little in surprise.

“Let not a drop be wasted. Everything has to be inside you." He hummed, looking at her darkly, and she pursed her lips at his words, all red.

He zipped up his pants and lay down next to her on the bed, sighing softly. She moved closer to him. They both turned sideways to face each other, breathing uneasily. He brushed the tip of his nose across hers and brought a sweet, warm smile out of her.

"I have something for you." She said softly.

He blinked, surprised. She sat up and hissed as she felt his cum flowing out of her under gravity. Aemond handed her a handkerchief from a cardboard box that had been on the small nightstand beside his bed.

She stood up, walking over to her suitcase and opening it. She took out a small, black box from under her sweater which was hidden inside. He watched her in surprise as she sat down next to him and handed the box into his hands.

"This is my Christmas present to you." She said softly, excitedly, her eyes shining with joy, despite the pain and humiliation that she had experienced today with him.

Aemond swallowed hard, his heart pounding, curious beyond measure. He also had a gift for her and secretly hoped to get something from her.

He opened the box and froze, staring at what he saw in front of him. He took out his pocket watch, holding it by the tiny gold chain, examining it from every angle.

His throat tightened at the thought that she had remembered the little anecdote that he had once told her and she had made his childhood dream come true. He pressed his lips together, feeling a kind of warm emotion, not knowing what to say.

"Thank you. It's…really, I've always dreamed of one. It is beautiful.” He said honestly, looking at her as gently as he could, smiling slightly.

She turned in her seat, happy, the smile never leaving her face. He cleared his throat, lifting himself up on his arm, meeting her surprised gaze.

"I have something for you too." He said as he got out of bed, walking towards a drawer from which he pulled out a small blue box.

She jumped, intrigued and excited, barely containing her curiosity. She pursed her lips as he walked over to her and handed her a small package. She opened the box and froze.

She saw in front of her a small gold ring with a tiny sapphire crowned with a gold, ornamental border around it. He looked very old, not like the ones she could see in jewelry stores. She gave him a questioning look, and he looked down.

"This is my grandmother's ring. I asked my mother if she would let me give it to you and she agreed. I have deprived you of a worthy engagement and everything that should happen before people get married. If you only want I would like you to wear this ring together with your wedding ring." He said calmly, playing with the piece of quilt under his fingers.

Her heart tightened at his words. The two of them only started wearing their wedding rings when they decided that they wanted to give their marriage a chance. They knew that everything they did was in reverse order.

When someone asked her how she met her husband, she had to come up with some crazy stuff. It pained her in a way that she didn't have memories of him like the others.

Like when someone slowly gets to know each other and falls in love.

Their relationship was like a big bang as if they acted on each other like magnets and could not move away.

She looked at him, smiling tenderly. She put the ring on the ring finger and looked at her hand from a distance, delighted. Aemond noticed it too and smiled slightly, running his hand over her hip.

"It suits you." He purred, leaning down, kissing the bare skin of her thigh. She stroked his hair, looking at him softly.

She pursed her lips as she thought of telling him that she love him. That she had truly fallen in love with him over the past few months. That she was happier than ever and it had nothing to do with his money.

She couldn't get the words out, embarrassed. She looked down at her lap. He continued to stroke her, looking at her thoughtfully.

"What happened?" He asked suddenly, alarmed by her sudden lack of reaction. She pursed her lips, playing with the fabric of her dress between her fingers.

"Do you remember what I told you when I got back from a party with my college friends?" She asked quietly, looking at him uncertainly from under her long, dark lashes. A smirk appeared on his face at her words.

"You mean, when you told me that you love me?" He asked, amused. She blushed, swallowing hard, looking down again, embarrassed.

He sighed softly, laying his head on her thigh, closing his eye. He grunted in contentment as she began to stroke him, running her fingers through his hair. He loved it when she did that, it always made him so relaxed when he came home from work, infuriated.

"If you hadn't fallen asleep then you would have heard me answer you." He said after a moment. She shuddered, her heart pounding hard. She swallowed, looking pleadingly at him.

"And what did you tell me then?" She asked quietly, her voice quivering with uncertainty. For a moment he said nothing, lying with his eye closed, enjoying her closeness.

"I have confessed that I'm in love to you."

_____

Aemond Taglist:

(bold means I couldn’t tag you)

@its-actually-minicika @notnormalthings-blog @nikstrange @zenka69 @bellaisasleep @k-y-r-a-1 @g-cf2020 @melsunshine @opheliaas-stuff @chainsawsangel @iiamthehybrid @tinykryptonitewerewolf @namoreno @malfoytargaryen @qyburnsghost @aemondsdelight @persephonerinyes @fan-goddess @sweethoneyblossom1 @watercolorskyy @astral-blossoms @randomdragonfires @amirawritespoorly @apollonshootafar @padfooteyes @darylandbethfanforever9 @fudge13 @snh96 @diosademuerte @rwdkarla @echos-muses @slainey @letmeloveyouuuu

Others: @thedamewithabook @godrakin @snh96 @statixcane @toodlesxcuddles @yentroucnagol @iloveallmyboys @echos-muses @jennifer0305 @shessthunderstoms @bbyaemond