#i hope it won't make me want to write a fic...

[tagged-by-trauma]

Hey so loved your previous fics, they were cute and some funny but also adorable 🥹❤️😅

Could you write where Pedro is dating, reader/single mum of 2 kids ( you can use either 2 boys or 2 girls or either 1 boy and 1 girl. I'll let you choose. You can choose their age also). Anyways, can it be where he meets them for the first time, but both pedro and their mum doesn't know they are a fans of him. They ask him questions after questions, and by the end their mum thinks pedro won't want to see them again until one day on his break from set, he shows up and he invites them to set ( you can choose from one of his projects ), he introduces them to everyone. After they all head home and have a movie night ( one of pedro's movies or tv series to watch ) with snacks. And maybe end it with pedro having a sleepover, and both pedro and reader/mum have talks until they fall asleep.

You can choose how you want to play this out, I love a surprise 🤭

I hope that made sense. I just think it's cute for reading fics like that 🫶🏼❤️😇 thank you so much 😘 I really appreciate it

The first impressions

The first impression with your two kids go quite well, but you are still left with doubts. It all vanishes when Pedro shows up and takes you all to the set of Fantastic Four, and after the kids fall asleep on your couch, leaving you and Pedro with your thoughts. Pairing: Pedro Pascal x mom!reader Warnings: established relationship, first impressions, quiet doubts, slight insecurity, Pedro being a sweetheart, basically just pure fluff Word count: 1.3k A/N: This is definitely not my best work, and I'm not proud of it, but I hope you'll like it anyway!

You have been dating Pedro for months now. After your ex-husband left you years ago with your three-year-old son and your daughter on the way, and chose one of his co-workers instead, you felt like you could never trust any man again. That was until Pedro held the library door open for you, and you fell into a deep conversation.

He was the perfect man inside and out. He was a real sweetheart with the most beautiful smile in the world, and he was also intelligent. When you asked anything, he almost answered to every one of them, impressing you every time.

You started truthfully; you didn’t want to lie to him. You told him about your nine-year-old son and you six-year-old daughter, and he received it with quiet interest. He started asking about them, what they were like, what was their hobby, and you couldn’t be more amazed by his reaction.

So, now, months later you agreed on the first meeting with them. You called him to your house, not wanting your kids to feel uncomfortable through this whole moment. The only thing they knew was that his name was Pedro and you had been dating him. Nothing more, nothing less.

The doorbell rang in the afternoon, and you rushed to the door while the kids were helping you placing out snacks in the living room. You opened the door, and your eyes immediately fell on Pedro. He was dressed in light jeans and an olive-green button-up. He looked just as handsome as ever.

“Hey,” he greeted you, and stepped forward to give you a sweet kiss. He was holding two wrapped gifts, and you looked at him questioningly. He just shrugged, but the smile on his face was talking instead of his mouth.

“Hey, you are a bit overdressed, no?” you asked, standing in the doorway in a worn t-shirt and your favourite shorts.

“I wanted to make sure they like me.”

“Ah, you’re so sweet,” you pulled him inside. You looked at him with a look that made sure that he was ready for this, and when he nodded, you called out, your voice carrying across the house. The two kids appeared in the doorway in the speed of a rocket, but when their eyes fell on Pedro they stopped in their tracks.

“Oh my God,” Liam blurted out, and your daughter followed just behind him. Your nervous smile fell a little, just as Pedro’s and you looked at each other scared. But there was nothing to be scared about, and you knew it the moment they stepped forward, and started firing questions at Pedro.

“Did you really meet Grogu?”

“Is Oscar Isaac really your friend?”

“Were you scared doing stunts?”

“Were you afraid of those clickers?”

Pedro was standing beside you, unmoving, his eyes darting back and forth at every question, he was overwhelmed, and you realized it pretty quickly, putting an end to the questions with a soft warning.

“Hey, little ones, let’s not bomb him with so many questions at once, alright? One at a time,” Pedro’s expression became more relaxed, and he looked at you gratefully, tilting his head forward.

“I guess I don’t have to introduce myself then,” the kids shook their head excitedly, and Pedro let out a soft chuckle. He crouched down to the level of them, and with the softest voice of his he started answering them one by one.

By the end of the night both kids were out of questions, and you walked Pedro out of the house and to his car. You were afraid that maybe tonight was too much for him, that maybe he thought it through and realized that he didn’t want this. He was standing in front of you now.

“I’m sorry if that was a bit overwhelming. I know they can be a bit too much sometimes but… They are usually not like this,” your voice was a bit strained, but Pedro just stepped forward and gave you the softest goodbye kiss.

“We’ll talk soon.”

Those were his last words before he drove away.

You didn’t talk with him for days now. You were always trying to reach out, but you were too afraid of his reaction, so you backed out every time. That was until a knock came on your door on a normal Tuesday morning. You took out the whole day, wanting to rest a little, so when you opened the door, and saw Pedro standing there, you felt like your brain just short circuited.

“Pedro,” your voice was low, shocked.

“Hey, hermosa. Uhm… Are the kids at home?”

“Yes?”

“Amazing,” his face lighted up like a Christmas tree, and you stepped to the side to let him in. The two kids appeared beside you, excited to see who was behind the door, and when they saw Pedro, they nearly knocked him over.

After the tight hug, he stepped back and held out three set visitor passes. You looked at him, completely oblivious of his intentions, but the kids beside you were already bouncing on their feet.

“So, are you ready to meet the Fantastic Four?” the scream that ripped through the house was a new sound, your son hugging Pedro tightly. You were surprised how safe your kids felt around Pedro after just one meet, but you felt your heart flying in the clouds by the little fact.

And that was how your whole day went.

You arrived on set, met Vanessa, Joseph and Ebon after a quick talk. Liam got to try a stunt harness and Sophie was running around greeting everyone that was on the same room with her. You watched as Pedro acted in full costume, and your kids were staring in awe like he was God himself, and you were just thinking about how lucky you are.

The kids were full of energy when you got home with them and Pedro, so they were demanding to watch one of his movies. You were preparing the snacks and drinks, and you heard your kids talking with him in the living room. Bringing in the popcorn and the orange juices, and placing them on the coffee table, you looked at Liam and Sophie.

“So, what should we watch?”

“Let’s watch that one movie of his that you didn’t allow us to see,” Liam immediately answered, and Pedro looked at you with his eyebrows raised and a boyish smirk playing on his face.

“Which movie, hermosa?” you already parted your mouth to answer, but your daughter cut you off.

“That one which is…” she was hesitating but continued anyway. “What’s it called? Something starting with Strange,” Pedro’s eyes widened, and he looked at you.

“Yeah, you… Uhm…” he cleared his throat, clearly a bit uncomfortable in his seat. “You’re a bit young for that,” the kids let out a protesting sound, but you and Pedro stopped them.

In the end, you were laying on the couch with the Mandalorian playing on the TV. Sophie was curled into Pedro’s side, her head resting on his chest, and Liam was resting his head against his shoulder. They were dozing off, and you weren’t really watching as Din Djarin was flying with Grogu on the screen because you were more invested in the scene in front of you.

Pedro’s eyes found yours, and a slow smile crept on his face. He looked back down to the kids, and you were in complete awe by the way he was so caring with them.

“You know,” you lifted your head as he started. “I never really wanted to be a dad, never really longed for having children but now? I think I would do anything for these two troublemakers,” your eyes were clouded by the unshed tears, and if you had any doubt about him not wanting this, it all vanished with his words. “Can I bring them to the cinema with me tomorrow?”

“You are definitely going to spoil them,” he was grinning sheepishly, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“I think that’s why I’m here.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Yes, but you love them. And you love me.”

And these were the facts that you couldn’t argue with even if you tried.

[buckybabybaby]

not like this (not on your birthday)

Plot: rushed confessions over a dodgy comms link with Bucky.

(friends to lovers, mutual pining, confessions, angst, bff Joaquín cos if he’s not your love interest I’m still including him <3, happy ending)

A/N: my birthday was over a month ago - this has taken a lot longer than I imagined! I originally started writing this about 4 years ago so I’m happy it’s finally finished. Joaquín wasn’t in this at first, I had Tony in his place, as Joaquín wasn’t the falcon, so may be being slow worked out for once because I think he fits so much better <3

I have a load of other birthday themed fics here <3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: angst, near death experience, feeling/being trapped, talk of dying, being in hospital

Word count: 3.8K

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As the dust settles from the ceilings you've just fallen through, the emergency lighting proudly displays the level you've found yourself on.

Nineteen. Minus nineteen to be precise, hundreds of meters from the surface, from safety, from hope. You scoff at your naivety, thinking this was going to be a simple recon mission, just grab the files and destroy the building once you're out. That's all you needed to do, not end up in a pile of rubble, radio sitting besides you looking almost as broken and useless as your ankle feels.

You'd studied the plan for today so many times that even now, with a possible concussion from the fall, you know the exact timings by heart, confirmed as you hear the first explosion in the distance. Just an outbuilding for now but the rest will follow shortly.

There's not much time. With shaky hands you reach for your smashed radio, even though it feels pointless, pressing every button on the device in the vain hope it'll do something. Nothing, of course, until a crackle in your ear reminds you of the secondary communication link, less reliable but all you have.

Bucky's voice has never sounded so good, steady and calm and bringing tears to your eyes. You're going to miss him

"H-hey," You croak, mouth dry.

"Where are you? Are you safe?" His tone is sharp, even through the tinny speaker, leaving no room to lie.

"Not really"

There's silence for a second too long and you think you've lost the link, until; "Where exactly-"

"Nineteen floors down, with an ankle twisted so badly just looking at it is making me feel sick. The passage we thought would lead us out of the building into the forest had been filled in, and when I tried another route the floor gave in so now I'm just, kinda, stuck. I'm sorry Bucky."

You speak in a rush, catching your breath after as the silence from the comms drags on again, this time accompanied by the far off sounds of dynamite destroying concrete bunkers.

Finally he replies. "Okay, I'm on my way."

You sigh, far too composed considering. "Don't be silly, Bucky, you can't. I know you're at least a mile away. Even if you weren't, I'm too far down to get to before…"

You don't finish the sentence, not needing to.

In one ear the intercom provides muffled indistinguishable shouting, in the other you're aware of the building creaking as parts of it collapse.

You don't want that to be the last thing you hear.

"Bucky? Can you talk to me? For as long as the connection stays. I don't want to be alone."

"You won't be, we'll get to you."

He sounds desperate and you feel the first tear fall. "Okay." You let him believe you believe that. "But can you anyway? Please?"

You can envision the tension in his posture, the way his jaw is probably clenched, metal hand likely crushing something as he works through the impossible situation. It sounds like he's just sat down heavily, his chair protesting as he breathes out.

"Just something nice, happy. Please?" You press when he doesn't reply. "Like, my birthday? It's soon, did you know?"

He laughs, once, sad. "Of course. I've been looking up cake recipes. You remember that slice I got you from the bakery a few weeks ago? I wanted a full cake but they don't do that, apparently. Ridiculous. So I'm going to try to make it myself. "

"I can't imagine you baking."

"No? Well, you'd be right."

"Did you put your arm in the dishwasher again?"

"Now that's just rude."

You grin, feeling lighter. He always makes you feel better, no matter the circumstances, his friendship one of your greatest treasures. It took a while to break through his walls and win him around, but you did, and now you can't remember what it was like not having him so close.

"And presents?" You ask, remembering last years haul. "What has the great Bucky Barnes bought me this year?"

"That's the best part." His tone changes, pride obvious. "I really had to think, you're not easy to buy for but I'm sure you'll like what I've got you."

"Intriguing. What is it?"

"Not telling. It'll ruin the surprise."

"Please?"

"Nope."

"Bucky, please. I don't want to die not knowing."

You can hear the way he chokes on his words as he answers. "You won't die."

"Okay, but can you tell me anyway? So I have something to nice to picture while I'm here."

If he was with you, you'd use the face you make that gets him to agree to anything. It seems your words have done the same trick today. Listening as he rattles off a whole inventory of smaller presents you smile, resting your head against the wall behind you.

With your eyes closed it could be any other evening chatting away with Bucky. Those were your favourite moments with him, sat somewhere cosy in the compound, letting him rant about a mission, or the latest scheme of Sam and Joaquín's that has wound him up, sometimes memories from before the war and his and Steve's early years.

"And you know that coat you wanted but said you couldn't justify?" Bucky finally ends his list. "I got the blue one. That's the main present, most of the smaller ones are either in the pockets or tucked into the sleeves and the hood as I wrapped it up. So you'll get one at a time as you open it."

"Like pass the parcel?" You chuckle at the thought. "That would have been nice."

"It will be nice," He corrects.

Your eyes sting. You're almost convinced.

Another explosion shakes the floor beneath you, causing loose rubble to trickle down from above, covering you in a fine dust and making you cough. It brings you back to the present, reminds you that you're on borrowed time.

"Bucky, can you promise me something?" You're the one who sounds desperate now, not waiting for him to respond. "Promise me you'll start sleeping in your bed more often?"

"Of all the things-"

"I know you don't unless I make you," You interrupt, thinking back to the times you've stayed over and found him on the floor at night. "I also know you sleep so much better when you do."

Bucky makes a non-committal noise but you don't let it deter you.

"You deserve nice things Bucky. Deserve to be comfortable, to enjoy the little luxuries."

"I do. With you."

Your chest hurts with want. "Okay. And when I'm not there? Please be kind to yourself."

That was something you've said to him countless times, after missions that went wrong, or when he'd woken up from a nightmare and you'd calmed his mind. You knew all about his insecurities, the endless guilt you've tried to chip away at, hoping one day your positive words will outweigh his dark thoughts.

Even as the shock from your fall fades and the pain from your injuries cuts through the adrenaline, you need to tell him one more time.

"You are not responsible for your previous actions. And even if you were, everything you've done since has more than made up for it. But there was nothing to make up."

He doesn't say anything in reply, letting you continue your monologue as the thoughts keep coming.

"And will you allow the others in a little more, when I'm not there? They care for you. It was hard work to get you to open up to me, don't let it take as long with them."

Shifting your weight off your bad leg, you swallow, needing to say this next bit even if your heart protests.

"And do you remember when we talked about you trying to go on a date again?" You definitely do, and how you wished you were the one he wanted to ask. "You should. You deserve to find love, Bucky."

That finally gets a response, laughing disbelievingly as he says, "No one can love me."

"Yes they can."

"You're just saying that. How could they?"

You take a deep breath, against the light-headedness and also to steal yourself for the coming confession. "How could they? Very easily, Bucky, because I love you. Not in the way Sam and Joaquín do. In the way that someone loves someone with their whole being, loves someone so completely it leaves no room for any doubt. I just wish you could see yourself the way I do."

The rumbling sound of dynamite fills the air as your tears make tracks through the dirt on your face. The sharp pain running through your body keeps you alert as you wait for his response, hoping you haven't said too much, haven't made him uncomfortable with this forced declaration of love.

"Bucky, did you hear? I said-"

"I heard."

Closing your mouth again, you let the static sit over the comms, let him absorb your words.

"This is not how I imagined you saying that to me. Not like this. Not through a call." He breathes out eventually.

You smile sadly. "Me neither."

"I never imagined you'd be the one to say something first."

Frowning, you try to understand. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you must know how I feel about you? I've been waiting for the right time to see if you felt the same too. Was planning something for your birthday if I found the courage."

Your head is spinning, from the conversation and the blood loss you've just noticed you must have.

"I mean, I know I said earlier no one can love me, but I get the feeling someone could when I'm with you."

You wish you could hug him, you get the feeling he needs one right now and you certainly do. This wasn't part of the plan, leaving Bucky with even more trauma was never the intention and you can only hope he doesn't blame himself for what’s going to happen to you.

"Bucky, can you promise me something else?" You rush out in a panic. "Promise me you won't hide away after this. I know it's not easy to lose someone but let the others help you through it, okay?"

"Oh, sweetheart. That won't be necessary."

You miss the pet name and how his voice has softened, too worried by the implication of that sentence. "What do you mean by that? It's okay to ask for help, please don’t-"

"No, doll. I'll be okay 'cos I won't be losing you."

A light from above blinds you momentarily and you squint against it, wondering if you're hallucinating the Falcon suit as it lands in front of you.

"You two are breaking my heart," Comes the unmistakable voice of Joaquín from inside. "Do you know how long I've waited for one of you to snap, to finally say something?"

A delirious laugh bubbles out of you. Whether or not this is real, you allow yourself to be comforted by the sight, to pretend that rescue is possible. Letting him scoop you up, it soon becomes clear it is reality as your laughter turns to a gasp of pain, the movement sending pain shooting through your ankle and a previously unnoticed injury to your thigh.

"Stay awake for me, okay?" He says, seeing your eyes flutter.

You give him a less than convincing nod. Adjusting his hold on you, he starts the ascent back to safety and you go limp.

Joaquín shouts your name but, knowing that even if you still die at least if will be in the arms of your best friend and not buried under a tonne of concrete and metal, you let the darkness drag you under.

***

There's a steady hum filling the room as you finally stir awake. The world feels heavy and fuzzy and far too bright, you're in pain all over, worse in concentrated areas, one of your ankles, your thigh, the back of your hand. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath.

Opening them again, on the side of your bed you spot a head of messy brunette hair, but not that of the person you expected. Deep brown not blue eyes meet yours as Joaquín shifts and blinks across at you, his face lighting up as he sees you're awake.

Sitting up, he wipes the sleep induced drool away from his mouth with a quiet laugh. "Don't tell Bucky I dribbled."

You laugh too. It hurts. Wincing, you attempt to adjust your position, Joaquín stepping in to help you move the pillows until you're a little more comfortable.

Staring down at your body, you try to assess the damage.

"Is it broken?" You ask, nodding towards your cast.

"Yep. Sorry pumpkin."

"Pumpkin," You repeat back with a giggle, long used to Joaquín's cute terms of endearment.

You let him fuss around you as you take in your surroundings. You would recognise the medical wing in the compound immediately, especially after spending so much time there after Joaquín's last accident only a few weeks ago.

You try to piece it together. "How did you get to me so quickly? Weren't you back at the base on bed rest?"

"When have I ever done as I'm told?" He smirks. "No, I snuck out and man and I'm glad I did. Your tracker dropped off the system and I moved straight away, it was lucky you weren't too far from your last location."

"I thought they locked away your suit when you're out with an injury?"

"They do. Sam nearly had my head, going against every order to get to you. But only for a second until he saw there wasn't another option."

Your eyes are wet as you realise the same thing. "You saved me."

He shrugs. "Just like you do every other mission."

"No Joaquín, this is different." You argue shakily. "I could have-"

"But you didn't, okay?" He own voice trembles as he clasps your hands. "You're safe. A broken ankle but not much more. Everyone else is safe too," He adds, answering your question before you can ask. "You know I'll always be there if you need. That's what we practice for, what a team is meant to do."

He wipes away your tears, keeping hold of your hand as you let his presence comfort you. It's quiet for a moment, save the machines monitoring your stats, but with Joaquín silence never last long.

"And on a positive note, I think Bucky finally likes me now."

You roll your eyes. "Bucky liked you already."

"Maybe. But now I've saved the love of his life I'm basically his best friend."

His cheeky grin has you hiding your face in your hands, memories flashing back. "Did I embarrass myself?"

"Don't you remember?"

You do, but you're not sure what is real and what you've imagined. Not the whole thing, obviously from Joaquín's teasing, but are you misremembering the reciprocation?

"Has he been here?" You ask, desperate to speak to him in person and not over a crackly comms. Maybe it's the painkillers but you feel brave in a way you're not used to when it comes to Bucky, something only a near death escape could contribute to.

"You just missed him. I've just manage to persuaded him to go eat something finally, he's been moping around in here for days."

"Days?" You gasp. "How long have I been out?"

Joaquín's expression softens. "A while, pumpkin. Tomorrows your birthday, so nearly three days now."

"That's quite a long time," You say weakly.

"And Bucky didn't leave your side the whole time, until an hour or two ago. You've got a good one there."

"I haven't got him," You mumble, trying to suppress your smile.

"Not yet," Joaquín sing-songs, fluffing up your pillows as you think over the meaning of Bucky staying by your side, more sure than ever you need to see him.

The universe answers your wish. A rustling at the door to your room catches both of your attentions, a bunch of balloons and flowers entering the room followed by a super solider who has, in your opinion, never looked so good.

"Joaquín, how it's going in-."

Bucky stares across at you when he sees you're awake, and as you take him in it's like the rest of the world fades away. His shocked expression melts into that smile you love, your own face mirroring his, cheeks warm.

Joaquín snorts. "Well, I'm going to take that as my cue."

Pressing a quick kiss to the crown of your head, he starts to leave, passing Bucky on his way out. Joaquín hesitates, then also kisses him on his forehead, having to stand on him tiptoes to reach and laughing crazily as Bucky tries to swipe at him as he dashes out the room.

Seconds later he pops his head back around the frame. "Remember, I heard everything, so don't pretend it didn't happen. For my sake as well as yours."

Letting the door close softly behind him, you're left with Bucky, your previous confidence fading slightly as he watches you quietly.

You shift your focus to something else to stop it getting awkward. "What's with the balloons?"

"Oh." Bucky seems to have forgotten about his handful of decorations, finally placing them down on the long window sill and drawing one in particular out from the colourful bunch. "Your birthday, of course. I've still got a few minutes left until the big day."

Tying the sting around your bed frame, he let's you pull it down to see the pattern on the face of the balloon, a red star on silver.

You laugh at his proud grin. "How long did you spend looking for this?"

"Not too long. Had to get back to you."

That sobers you up. Swallowing, you gesture for Bucky to sit in the chair Joaquín was previously occupying, breathing becoming a little irregular as you try to find the right words.

Bucky starts for you. "Ignore what Joaquín said, if you want to forget what we said then we can."

You shake your head, noting the way he looks as though the very thought is breaking his heart. "I don't want to forget anything."

He smiles at that, a little nervous still. "So, when you said-"

"Yes."

"That you love-"

"Yes."

"You weren't just saying that 'cos you thought you were going to die and wanted me to believe that I'm worthy of something as pure as you?"

You scrunch your nose up at his phrasing. "We both know I'm not exactly pure." You say, reaching for his hand. "And I would never say something so important if it wasn't true."

"So you really love-"

"Yes."

It's like every ounce of tension leaves his body at your reassurance. You share a soft, promise filled smile before he's rising up and collecting the flowers from the pile of gifts he brought.

"That’s good, otherwise the bouquet I've got you would be really awkward."

"Friends give each other flowers," You argue as you take them, admiring the artful way they've been arranged.

"Not ones where they've specifically asked the florist to add flowers that portray how I feel about you." Sitting on the edge of your bed he points to each bloom in turn. "This one is for true love, this means that I'll always be loyal, this is devotion, this one I think is for-hey, don't cry."

How can you not, when this is what you're met with? Bucky can be so charming, you've seen it when he interacts with others at press conferences and during photo shoots, but this is the first time you've felt it directly.

He dries your eyes as something shifts between you two. "The flowers are great but I think this is the point where you kiss me."

"Oh yeah?" He smirks, placing them safely on your bedside cabinet. "Sure you're recovered enough for that?"

"Try me," You challenge, letting him guide your head back against the pillow before his lips find yours.

He's so gentle with you, barely brushing your mouths together before he leans back to check on you. Letting out a whine, you grip his collar to bring him into your space again, into a sweet kiss full of the pent up longing you've both been suffering.

But when you try to deepen the kiss, eager to feel him as close as possible, the room fills with an ear splitting noise that has you pulling away with a confused cough. "What's that?"

"Your heart monitor."

"What! Like Tony's?"

"No, silly." Bucky laughs gently at your panic. "A heart monitor. Checking it's not beating too fast cos your boyfriend is getting too enthusiastic."

You completely melt at the term boyfriend, urging him to lay down with you, letting Bucky shuffle carefully so you're laying comfortably, half on him.

As you listen to the beeping slowing back to just above its regular rate, you remember another detail from your life changing conversation.

"Will you still sleep in your bed? I don't remember you actually promising me."

Bucky hums thoughtfully. "That has more to do with you being there than the mattress or anything."

You all ready suspected that, but the confirmation has you sighing, wanting the best for this man. "Guess I'll just have to stay over more often."

You're mostly joking but Bucky certainly isn't. "Won't hear any complaints from me."

"I better not." You say, curling up more into his side.

Bucky takes a moment to check his phone, making a startled noise before showing you the screen displaying two minutes past midnight.

"Happy Birthday, doll. Just you wait, I have a few surprises for you."

"Ooh yes, my coat!"

Bucky scoffs. "Well, that's not a really a surprise now I told you, is it? Nope, I had to go get a whole new set of presents so you wouldn't know exactly what you're getting."

"So I'm not getting my coat?" You say with a pout.

Laughing at your expression, he reassures you. "Of course you are. And a whole lot of other things that you'll find out about later."

Resting your head on his chest, you soak up his warmth, his heartbeat solidly comforting. Bucky subtly adjusts you against him as he sees the pull of sleep try to take you.

"And as soon as I can, I'm taking you on a proper date." He promises. "We can have a do over, a second birthday to make up for having to spend it in hospital. It wasn't meant to be like this so get ready, that one will be really special."

You take in your surroundings, the flowers, balloons and gift baskets, and most importantly, Bucky, so attentive and so beautiful beside you.

You press a short, none heart racing kiss to his cheek. "This ones been pretty special all ready."

***

(Bucky doesn’t forget about your cake either, presenting it to you after your breakfast the next day. Its not the prettiest buts it perfect cos he made it for you <3 )

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[queenaeducan]

Pride Fics by Tas

Before Pride is over I wanted to make a list of fics I've written with queer themes or queer pairings. My main pairing is non-binary Lavellan/Solas, so I won't recommend every queer fic I've ever written and for that pairing try to limit it to things where I deliberately tried to talk about things like gender and sexuality.

For other pairings I may be less discerning. Featuring NBxNB, FxF, MxM, and NBxM.

Solas Fics

a new heart | 1372 words | E | Solas x Non-binary!Lavellan Made to serve as Mythal's wisdom in matters of war, Solas seeks the answer to love's nature through the people he has loved throughout his life. As one friend put it in the comments became an exploration of compulsory sexuality. I write Solas as aspec and the repulsion and elation he feels in having sex with the right person in the right circumstances was honestly quite personal to write as sb who is aspec myself.

The Eternal Question | 2989 words | T | No major pairings He had never wanted a body, but now he has to make sense of his. The transness at the centre of the first elves making their own bodies is endlessly fascinating and one I hoped to explore in this piece for the Trans Thedas Fest. Solas as a trickster figure who does not settle into one easy box is a headcanon I haven't had an opportunity to explore, and the dysphoria that comes with a post-Veil world was similarly important for me to depict in this fic.

The shape of you | 1614 words | E | Solas x Non-binary!Lavellan Ten years have passed since Solas told Ian that he loved him. Since then their bodies, their love, and their spirits have changed, but Ian will love Solas with all he is, and in whatever form he chooses. A fic about the queerness of loving someone even as a worm. In all seriousness, I tried to represent in this how relationships and the people within them may change, but the love can survive. Identities and bodies can shift, the love is still there.

Dragon Age

Miossan Oneshots | 476 words | Felassan x Non-binary!Agent of Fen'Harel The Dread Wolf's left hand plays into the right. A ficlet set after Miraen, spymaster for Fen'Harel, has broken cover within Mythal's court and no longer has to live a double life.

We Tame the Sky | 1517 words | f!Cadash x Josephine In the quiet before the final approach on Haven, Thora Cadash and Josephine share a moment together in Skyhold's chapel. A short and sweet fic about Josephine giving Thora a favour before the end of the main campaign of Inquisition.

Let's Be Selfish | 860 words | f!Cadash x Harding The Orlesian Civil War was over, but its conclusion left Thora Cadash feeling hollow and tired. Lace tries to lighten the evening, to do something to reclaim it for themselves. A shorter and perhaps even sweeter version of the balcony scene written for Thora and everyone's favourite dwarven scout.

Almost Kiss | 878 words | Vivienne x Nicoline de Ghislain Newly settled into the de Ghislain estate, a young Vivienne finds herself face-to-face with the Lady of the house. Set in the beginning of Vivienne's career in court and her relationship with Bastien, she finds that interest in her does not end with him. Poly and sapphic.

Other

spokes in the wheel | Mass Effect | 1035 words | G | Kirrahe x Mordin There was a word for what Kirrahe meant to Mordin, but it took a lifetime for him to find it. Written for the Spectre Requisition Exchange. A series of vignettes about the slow burn of two people who don't have long lives to live. I touch on the complication of salarians being a species that tend towards asexuality, and how that changes their view of romance (it being seen as something introduced by the asari as opposed to inherent to their culture).

The Queen's Pleasure | House of the Dragon | 2314 words | Alicent x Rhaenyra When the King calls, Alicent does not linger longer than she is wanted. Her return is interrupted by a wayward princess, fresh from a foray into Flea Bottom, and hungry for companionship. A little "what if" where Rhaenyra found Alicent before Criston Cole in episode four of HoTD. Read the fic that got me called an "alicunt" because I didn't give Rhaenyra an orgasm. I enjoyed trying to explore sexuality in a more-repressive society than Thedas and how that frames Alicent's first sapphic experience as a woman who has been in a (bad) heterosexual marriage for years at this point.

A Bridge of Swords | Pentiment | 835 words | Illuminata of Perugia x Zdena of Tábor Illuminata did not hesitate in the face of her duties. Tasked with carving out value from Kiersau's library gives Mother Illuminata the chance to reflect upon her life's work, and reconnect with the woman she spent years working beside. A fic written for a Pentiment exchange. It was a challenge writing in a historical as opposed to a fantasy/sci-fi setting, but I enjoyed trying to make something more subtextual than overtly queer.

[blueberryjuju]

lessons - w.yx + b.ej

◛⑅·˚♡ wc 3.1k // orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, overstim, all three wow, euijoo's a little mean, just a little, more choking! woohoo, bondage // a bit of an abrupt ending // a/n : ik im on hiatus but i've been genuinely trying to write this story for weeks and i finally finished it yes lawd, my first fic on this account woohoo!!! i hope u enjoy it :) happy last day of pride + happy 22nd to me !!!

nico tugs on the restraints binding her wrists, trying not to squirm. every slight movement drags her ass against her duvet, sending little pricks of pain dancing across her skin.

euijoo had spanked her earlier, punishment for spending the better part of their day out with friends flirting with yuma. she’s of the belief she hadn't done anything wrong – euijoo was too busy soaking up princess treatment from yudai and fuma and if she won't pay attention to nico, nico will find it elsewhere easily. 

still, the punishment persists.

she can't be too upset. after all, she got what she wanted – euijoo's attention – but she wishes euijoo would actually touch her, would do more than just stare at her naked body in disinterest like she's been doing for the past five minutes. nico can't help but squirm under that heavy gaze. 

she groans, head falling back in exasperation. she lifts her hips, angling them towards euijoo in an attempt to entice her.

it fails; euijoo presses her hips back into the mattress, sending more painful sparks across her tender skin. she whimpers, eyes scrunching shut. unfortunately, the little bits of pain are only making her more desperate.

when she opens her eyes next, euijoo is looking at her, big, pretty eyes unwavering against her own. nico holds her gaze as long as she can, but it drags on for minutes longer than she anticipates.

her gaze falls, eyeing the pale skin of collarbone peeking from above euijoo’s blue tank top. she’s not wearing a bra, and nico is trying to be very respectful right now. 

she’s not easily intimidated. she could overpower euijoo any day.

but there’s always something about euijoo when she gets like this – stern, resolute – that makes nico think twice about whining, complaining, demanding. defiance only makes euijoo more determined to wait out nico’s fit, and a bad punishment could turn worse very quickly.

euijoo could blindfold her, press a vibrator against the most sensitive spot in nico’s cunt and leave the room, which she has done before.

nico does not want to relive that today.

there’s also the fact that she’s bound. there’s really only so much defiance at hand.

euijoo leans into her line of sight, holding eye contact as she spots small kisses along nico’s pelvis. she kisses lower, lower, until nico can feel warm breath on her wet skin. desire, hot and vicious, runs through her.

euijoo leads the trail down her hip, nipping at the skin lightly. she pins her leg open, trapping a healthy portion of nico’s inner thigh in between her teeth. nico winces, eyes squeezing shut at the spikes of pain. 

“watch me, nini,” she says.

her voice is soft and quiet, difficult to pick up over the sound of nico’s ceiling fan, but nico is too on edge not to hear it.

her eyelashes are wet when she opens them, just as euijoo lets a stream of spit drool from her lips and pool onto nico’s cunt. nico whines as the coldness of it teases her, hips bucking for something more.

not her finest moment.

euijoo pins her other leg down, gaze trained on nico’s exposed cunt. nico isn’t the shy type, but euijoo stares at her, watching her walls flutter around nothing, and she’s suddenly bashful, face heating under the lewd attention. 

“c’mon, juju,” nico says, voice pitched higher than she cares to admit. euijoo’s eyes find hers again, slitted with a glare, and nico’s mouth clamps shut.

merciful, she listens, tonguing a strip along nico’s clit. nico moans, a shuddery breath falling from her lips as her hips try to lift forward. euijoo presses her tongue flat against the sensitive nub and nico can feel it throbbing with want, her body twitching in search for more.

instead, euijoo laps a few lazy circles along it and pulls away, ignoring nico’s complaining whimpers. 

“you’re dripping,” euijoo says, trailing her finger along the wetness gathering at nico’s opening. “almost like you want me to come inside.”

she teases the possibility, pressing the tip of her finger in before pulling it back out. it’s nothing for nico to really find pleasure in, but she still whines about the loss.

euijoo rubs circles along the opening instead, ignoring nico’s attempts to get her cunt closer to euijoo’s finger. “do you want me to finger you?” 

nico doesn’t nod. stupidly, it feels like admitting defeat in some way, so she doesn’t answer at all. 

“i don’t think you deserve it, honestly. you haven’t been a very good girl today.”

immediately, nico wants to argue back that she is, in fact, the best girl. instead, she deflects.

“and y–,” she starts, sentence slicing in half as euijoo does it again, pressing her finger in just a bit deeper, before pulling it out again, back to rubbing circles along her opening. nico moans, thinking her head is beginning to spin. “you have?”

euijoo’s head tilts, eyebrows lifting at the accusation.

slowly, with realization, her lips curl at the corners and nico wishes she hadn’t spoken.

“aw, were you jealous, nini? threw yourself at yuma in a petty attempt to get back at me?”

another press of her finger, and by now, when nico expects her to pull it out, euijoo only slides it deeper, to the hilt.

nico’s breath hitches, caught off guard as euijoo builds a torturous pace, too slow to really ease the ache in her cunt but enough to keep her desperate, on edge. each slide in is a different angle until euijoo finds the spot in nico’s cunt that makes her eyes roll.

“that doesn’t make you good, nico,” she continues, cracking nico’s heart clean open. “good girls communicate their feelings. but you,”

nico’s mouth falls open as euijoo pads her sweet spot relentlessly.

it’s nearly impossible to pay attention to what euijoo is saying. her eyes squeeze closed again, a pitiful attempt to cope with the sudden, intense waves of pleasure.

“the second things don’t go your way,” euijoo says, pressing her thumb against nico’s clit. a wet moan, bordering on a sob (ridiculous, why is she near tears already?) falls from nico’s mouth, along with a meaningless string of euijoo’s name.

“you whore yourself out,” she finishes and, just as nico’s hips begin to stutter, slides her fingers out of nico’s cunt, pulling her hand away from nico’s body entirely. 

nico doesn’t sob, but a few tears trickle down her cheeks, past her ears, tickling her skin before they fall onto her pillow.

her hips lift, chasing pleasure that’s already gone. euijoo’s words hit her hard, the wires of shame and desire crossing in her mind as her skin burns. her chest rises and falls harshly, and for a few moments, the only sounds in the room are her ragged breathing and the whirring of the ceiling fan.

with her eyes closed, it’s easy to believe euijoo’s no longer in the room, but,

“look at me,” she says.

nico listens, blinking through blurry vision to see her better. euijoo leans closer, carding her finger through a tangle in nico’s hair. she hums in thought as she cups nico’s cheek in her palm. nico doesn’t have the mind to stop herself from nuzzling into it.

“my pretty girl, i don’t want to punish you,” she says, turning her attention to nico’s wrists. a few light tugs and her arms are free. they ache as she brings them out, eager to finally touch her girlfriend.

euijoo lets her intertwine their fingers and something like foolish hope blooms in nico’s chest.

it withers as euijoo pulls away, hand instead traveling down to rest against nico’s neck. “but i will, until you’ve learned your lesson.”

distantly, nico thinks they’re going to be here for a long, long time.

euijoo’s hand tightening around her throat recenters her attention. her eyes widen, feeling her air supply gradually cut off. her hand latches onto euijoo’s wrist, not pulling, just feebly attempting to ground herself. 

“relax, baby. i’ve got you,” euijoo says.

nico tries to listen, but her body won’t settle into it. she can hear her heart beating louder and louder, wonders if euijoo can hear it as well. 

it’s only for a few seconds.

euijoo lets go, watching as nico catches her breathe. when she settles, euijoo’s hand travels down her body, once again pressing at her entrance.

it’s two fingers this time. nico’s breath catches, squirming desperately for more even as she’s not fully adjusted around them. she gasps with euijoo’s name on her tongue as her fingers press deeper. they remain still, even as nico tries to grind against them.

“what do we say?” euijoo asks with a small smile on her lips, likely delighted to see nico’s resolve crumble. nico wants so badly to flip them over, to wipe it off of her face. 

more than that, she wants euijoo to take it back, that’s she’s not good. pathetically, she wants to prove that she can be.

she feels the fight leave her by the second, akin to being both skinned alive and set free of weights. 

her voice breaks, quiet when she says, “please.”

euijoo’s smile widens with something like pride, something nico wants to see more of.

“good job,” she says. it’s not exactly what nico wants to hear, but she takes it, has no time to complain as euijoo’s fingers move.

in and out, it’s the same agonizing pace as before, but she’s moving, and nico soaks it up, hips following the touch as soft whimpers fall from her mouth.

euijoo doesn’t stop her, letting nico chase the pleasure. she squeezes her hand gently, in warning, waiting for nico’s eyes to find hers. she prefers eye contact when they do this, knowing that nico is at least in some way lucid enough to hold her gaze.

nico looks up, breath stuttering as euijoo’s fingers graze her sweet spot.

euijoo presses against it, rubbing circles along the area as her hand tightens around nico’s neck. it’s not tight enough to completely restrict breathing, but the oxygen nico does manage is sparse, paired with pitiful little sounds she can’t hold back as euijoo’s fingers work her cunt.

every time her eyes slip shut, euijoo calls out her name, coaxing her to open them back up. her hips stutter weakly, nails digging crescent shapes into euijoo’s wrist.

“nichol,” euijoo says, dragging out the last syllable as nico’s eyes flutter. “don’t cum.”

nico’s response is a breathless, broken whine. she already feels the threat of an orgasm teasing her, and stills her hips to escape the onslaught of pleasure, but it’s useless.

she’s going to cum at this rate whether she wants to or not.

she tries to warn euijoo, or defend herself, but euijoo’s hand tightens again, cutting off the barely-formed thoughts in nico’s head. her eyes fall shut at the lightheaded feeling paired with the feeling of euijoo’s fingers abusing her sweet spot.

“open your eyes, nini,” euijoo says, voice just above a whisper.

nico barely hears it, eyelids heavy and mind useless. her hips jump without rhythm, chasing euijoo’s touch wherever she can find it.

“nico,” she calls out again, hand loosening enough that nico’s throat can constrict under it. she sucks in a shallow breath and tries to keep her eyes open.

euijoo doesn’t relent. if anything, her fingers become more intentional, thumb pressing against nico’s clit. 

“juju, j- i’m, i can’t–” she wheezes, basically, words barely telligible with the lack of air she can manage to gather.

euijoo cuts her off, shushing her. her grip tightens slowly so that nico knows she’s doing it.

nico takes as many shallow breaths as she can, shaking her head.

“i can’t, juju, ‘m gonna–”

“but you’re not allowed,” she says, voice laced with faux sympathy, an unhelpful reminder as she revokes nico’s ability to breathe.

nico’s eyes well up as she gets overwhelmed. it’s all she can focus on, the attention on her most sensitive areas. 

she’s too weak to hold her hips still as euijoo circles her clit. she’s going to disobey her, prove her right that maybe nico isn't that good.

the thought sends a fresh set of tears down her cheek. she knows she must look ridiculous, cheeks red and wet, mouth hanging open in search of any oxygen.

“you look the prettiest like this, nico,” euijoo says, quietly, like it’s a secret, dragging her fingers along the spots in nico's walls that make her twitch. “so pliant for me. no attitude. just my pretty, dumb girl.”

the backhanded compliment burns nico’s skin. it’s what she likes, degrading praise that clouds her head as she tries to figure out whether to be proud or ashamed.

her body is hot, so hot, a thin coat of sweat layered on her skin. she loses her grip on euijoo's wrist, hands falling by her head. she can't breathe (of course), and her heart pounds so loudly in her chest it hurts, organs afraid for what's happening, what's coming.

it dawns on her, distantly, in a rare area of her brain that still works, that euijoo doesn't have to let go.

she flicks her thumb quickly over nico's clit, aided by the wetness of it all. 

she can keep nico here, until her eyes roll and her vessels pop, body limp in euijoo's hold.

nico twitches, pitiful and suddenly so, so afraid, despite the greedy way her cunt tightens and flutters loose again around euijoo's touch.

maybe, somewhere, there's a sick part of euijoo that wants to see the meaning leave nico's eyes, wants to be in charge of when nico takes her last breathe.

nico doesn't know what to think of herself when the thought makes her burn brighter. she doesn't know what to think, hips trembling, rhythm a mess as euijoo angles perfectly. 

her breath would catch, if she had any, but she can only loll her tongue out stupidly, like a puppy, eyes slitted and barely holding euijoo's as she spirals.

the second she stills, euijoo lets go and slips her fingers out of nico's cunt. 

nico's body trembles, harsh waves flooding her as her body forces itself to inhale.

finally, her eyes are allowed to fall shut, squeezing as euijoo's full attention turns to rubbing the pads of her fingers along nico's clit.

it doesn't change the fact that euijoo ruined her orgasm, but it does help her land somewhere, body bucking into the touch until she comes down, and it inevitably becomes too much, overwhelming.

she whimpers and tries to angle her hips away from the touch, but euijoo follows.

“look at you,” she says, face void, but her chest rises and falls with heavy pants, displaying even the smallest amount of how affected she is. “can't behave in front of others, can't follow simple directions.”

every word nico tries to say – stop, please, euijoo – cuts off on the way out. she can't control the way her body squirms, trying to escape pleasure-pain it's too tender to handle.

“here i am, taking time out to teach you valuable lessons,” she begins again, pinning nico's leg when it threatens to snap closed. “and you don't even have the decency to apologize for misbehaving.”

every word, the even, bored tone of euijoo's voice, the relentless flicks of her wrist, they all hurt, washing shame over nico as she listens.

something in her chest gets heavy, threatening to spill over, just before she whines, a pained, defeated noise that trails off into a full sob.

her body racks with it, words wet and breath catching with gasps every time her sensitive clit pulses under the stimulation. she tries, “i’m sorry, ’m sorry, euijoo, i– please, i can't, pl–”

finally, euijoo pulls her hand away. “that'll do,” she says, shushing the rest of nico’s mindless babbles. 

she kneads the meat of nico's thighs until they stop trembling.

nico covers her face, but euijoo pulls her hands down and kisses her cheeks until she stops sobbing. she wipes the snot off of nico's face with the edge of her shirt, then kisses her lips until they stop quivering, until nico is lucid enough to kiss back. 

she pulls away, refocuses her attention on the bondage welts on nico's wrist. there's a sheen of sweat on her, as well, cheeks dusted light pink from exertion. nico can't help but stare as she talks. 

“doing okay?” she asks, adds on when nico only nods, “can you use your words?”

nico’s throat clicks when she swallows, it feels a little like rubbing sandpaper when she tries to get her tongue to move. she croaks out a doing fine that cracks on its way out.

thankfully, euijoo accepts it, doesn't make her try again.

she pulls away and slides off the bed. nico is too weak to chase or reach out, just nodding when euijoo says be right back, and watching her little, gray shorts as she walks out of the room.

it's cold without euijoo's body over hers, but she can't muster the energy to sit up and look for the duvet, so she remains, shivering pitifully. 

she hears a faucet creak, deciphers the sound of water hitting the bathtub floor harsly.

euijoo comes back bare, holding a damp towel. nico's heart jumpstarts at the sight of euijoo's smooth, unmarked skin. her mouth waters pitifully at the sight of her untrimmed bush as euijoo climbs back on the mattress.

it's all her mind can do to wander off on thoughts of burying her face between euijoo's thighs, painting angry, red marks to ruin her skin, get her even half as brainless as she made nico, that she isn't listening, doesn't register that euijoo is talking until she calls nico's name. 

“did you hear me?” she asks, running the warm towel down nico's inner thigh. 

nico shakes her head truthfully. euijoo only smiles, sweet and endeared as she repeats herself, “i’m proud of you. you did so well tonight.” 

something in nico's chest blooms, open and vulnerable, and the plans she'd made for revenge crumble immediately. 

“even when i got rough,” euijoo continues. she reaches to rub gentle, light circles along nico's throat.

nico is suddenly eager to see the marks she left, to see her skin welting around the imprints of euijoo's fingers. “you were still my good girl.”

she tosses the towel on the floor, on the small pile of nico's long discarded clothing, as nico hangs onto her every word and pride takes root in her chest. 

she’s too weak to pull nico up on her own. she kills time peppering kisses along her face until nico’s giggling with it, until nico has enough strength to sit up.

she still leans halfway over euijoo’s shoulders on the walk to the bathroom, grumbling about what euijoo’s done to her.

she forgets about it all, easily, as euijoo leads her into the bathtub with a promise to let nico play with her tits.

quick, everyone tell nico she's the best girl immediately!!!!

[kiwi-luminaryofthestars]

04/25/2025 Progress Update:

TLDR: 2.5K written, about 34K drafted so far for chapter

I really really wanted to finish the draft today but theeeen got distracted by a lot of things. Still got 2.5K more drafted, and we're like RIGHT at the end of section 4, so we're going strong. I do very much think I could get the whole chapter drafted by end of tomorrow, but we'll see. If not, likely by end of weekend. Then editing time!

I have really been enjoying these last parts. My fingers are flying, barely stopping. It's probably 'cause it's action; despite not being like the BEST at action, I still really like writing it lol. I especially like the constraints. The fact Shuichi's heart stops him from taking a chase at full-strength forces me to reassess how he approaches trying to catch the Phantom Thief, relying less on his strength/endurance and more his ability to think on his feet. I want him to be resourceful.

That's like one of my favorite FAVORITE things about any Phantom Thief AU, when Shu uses his head to get himself out of situations. I point to ultimate_heartache's fic, which has Shu use a cigarette's smoke path to get him out of a mirror maze. That is.... like the most spell-binding thing I've ever seen in a Phantom Thief AU lol, I love it SO much. So I wanted to emulate a similar vein of "mind over body" moments for Shu, not only because I think it's cool but because I think Ko would eat it up.

Anyway. Today was a little better, which is always a plus! I'm very much looking forward to this weekend. I'm going to sit outside on my newly-moved-into deck and write for like the entire day. And no one can stop me mwahahaha.

Hope you all have a lovely lovely night! I wish you so much relaxation and non-stressful days to come. You've got this, I believe in you!!

[silveredsticks]

x

[theinfinitedivides]

so much for not writing the fic

[ceramicbeetle]

officially 10K into this fic and having a realization about where I'm at on characterization so far, so i'm wondering:

[singsweetmelodies]

Oh my God, I love that kiss fic already and now it's even harder to wait for the new chapter(s). I loooove that you love what you're writing, that's so important!!!!! Sending love your wayyyyy (and obvs don't feel pressured, pls) <33333

awwwww! anon, this is so sweet <3333 and i couldn't agree more!! it really is SO important to love what you're writing, because nothing burns you out faster than when you're not getting joy from writing, you know? thankfully, nothing gives me quite as much joy as these two french & french-adjacent fucks doing the nasty 🤭 what that says about ME and about my sanity, i have no idea, but at least it's fabulous for the writing 🤣❤️

[supercantaloupe]

ao3 stats game

tagged by @malcolm-f-tucker, ty!!

Rules: Give us the links to your wonderful words with the most hits, most kudos, most comments, most bookmarks, most words, and fewest words.

expect this to be skewed towards d20 bc while i haven't written much for that in a while it is easily the biggest fandom i've written anything for

Most hits: The Disappearance of Adaine Abernant - dimension 20 (fantasy high), 2,637 hits

Most kudos: ^, 193 kudos

Most comments: Extra Credit - dimension 20 (fantasy high), 73 comments

Most bookmarks: ^, 54 bookmarks

Most words: Starlight - oklahoma!, currently sitting at 34,091 words.

Fewest words: The Symphony of Hadestown - hadesotwn, 191 words. my first posted fic ever! look at her, she's so tiny, lol. my next shortest clocks in at exactly 400 words longer; even when i'm trying to be brief i tend to go on a bit, haha

i shall tag @tragedyposting @theresa-of-liechtenstein @kingfisherkink @grasslandgirl and @druid-for-hire! idk who else of my mutuals really uses ao3 at all so i'll just leave it there lol

[dualmessiahs]

lowkey side-eying how this bang is handling it's deadlines... it wants me to write an additional 40% of my piece by next month (which is doubling my wordcount), while it wants 20% done for the final month..... im going to ignore this advice and go 30% for each.

[cryptiddeer]

I NEED to find Tumblr posts and fics from when I first entered (fandom)

[bizarrelovetriangel]

spoiled.

this was going to be sylus' portion of this fic but it ended up being exactly like what i wrote for rafayel so i changed it. i then planned on posting it for his birthday week but i ended up writing something else. but i figured i'd post this one too anyways. kinda short and unedited sorry !!

mdni. 18+ only. bathroom sex.

It's the morning the 19th of April, the day after Sylus' birthday.

After karaoke night with the twins and Mephisto, you and Sylus stayed for a few more hours past midnight. You enjoyed a little more dessert before getting tangled up in each other's bodies on the sheets of his bed.

You woke up to the sight of marks all the parts of your body that would be hidden by your clothes. You also can't ignore the soreness that took over your muscles, particularly on your legs.

You hoped that a warm bath would help, so you abandoned the comfortable bed earlier than planned and threw in his bathtub one of the bathbombs that you bought for Sylus and yourself.

As you were humming to a song and coating yourself with a flowery-scented soap, you suddenly got company.

Dressed in nothing but his sleeping robe, Sylus wore a soft, small smile as he admired your figure. He recalled the fresh memories of stripping you down as if unwrapping a birthday gift, and eating you up so that he could remember how you taste for the next set of days that you'll have to be separated.

His own thoughts caused blood to rush down to his hips.

He wants to feel you again.

"Won't you make some room for me, sweetie?"

His bathtub is more than big ebough for the two of you, so you didn't even really need to move. He only asked if you'd be comfortable with it. After folding your legs against your chest, you told him to go ahead.

Sylus slipped off the robe of his body and you flushed at all the marks that you left on his skin. Well, it's only fair, you suppose: he wears your marks, and you wear his.

He sat on the opposite side of the bathtub, facing you and resting his arms on the rim. Even though the bathtub is spatious, his long legs playfully nudges yours as placed them alongside each other.

In return, you flicked some soap bubbles towards him, sending splattering on top of his head.

He chuckled and shook his head. "You don't have to sit so far away, kitten."

You jokingly narrowed your eyes at him. "If I come closer, you're not gonna do anything weird, are you?"

"I won't make any promises."

You joined him in his side of the bathtub and rested your back against his chest. Almost immediately, Sylus rested his chin on your left shoulder while grabbing your right hand and intertwining your fingers together.

His eyes were fixated on your face while you helped cover his arms in soap, making him smell like flowers just like you.

After washing off the soap from your bodies, you relaxed against him with your eyes closed. You felt his arms enclose around your figure before planting a kiss on your forehead.

For a moment, you two sat in peaceful silence, just enjoying each other's presence.

Then, you felt something poking your back.

"Sylus..."

His cock twitched as you called his name. You felt his warm breath hitch by your ear, and his chest moved up and down.

Your right hand went to this thighs and slowly made its way between them, wrapping him around your fingers. He grunts before biting your ear and cupping your breasts with his hands.

You moved your hand up and down his cock faster as you him get harder. Soon enough, he was thrusting his hips into your hand and leaving his teeth marks onto your neck.

"...need you...."

You gasped quietly as Sylus spun you around and put you onto his lap before putting himself inside you.

The water rippled as your bodies moved up and down, mirrors and windows fogging up as the room becomes steamy.

Sylus lets out an annoyed grunt, not liking the lack of space for himself to move.

"Hold on, sweetie."

"What — ah!"

He stood up and carried you with him to leave the bathtub, all while his cock is still inside you. He stood by mirror but he didn't set you down.

He kept you hanging onto him and grabbed your ass before pushing you up and down, while at the same time his hips thrusted back and forth.

The sound of your skin slapping echoed throughout the room, and you recalled Sylus saying it wasn't soundproof so you muffled your moans by pressing your mouth onto his chest.

Sylus, however, didn't bother holding back his groans as he increases his pace pounding into you.

Still, he feels like it wasn't enough.

He couldn't get enough of you.

He wanted to see your face as he hits the deepest parts of you.

Sylus suddenly came out of you and gently set you down, only for him to softly push you against the vanity, spread your legs wide open and fuck you even harder and faster.

His eyes focused on your expression as he drilled into you right before pulling out and messily cumming all over your thighs and stomach. You came not long after him, resting your forehead against his chest as you catch your breath.

Sylus planted a kiss on top of your head. "My birthday is already over and yet you've given me such a wonderful gift this morning. So, this is what it feels like to be spoiled."

[shroomyv]

ᢉ𐭩GOOD BOY(‘S) [1]

Pairing: mark grayson x sinister mark x Mohawk mark x viltrumite mark x F!reader (god damn)

Synopsis: been awhile since the invincible war ended. A few of them ended up being captured in your world and kept in the prisons. Cecil allows you to visit them and (clearly) has not a damn clue as to what you’re saying or doing with them. Usually, it’d be complete chaos and nothing would change or happen in the room. However, you finally try something new with them…all of them…(should be good to mention here that you have powers…if u didn’t you’d honestly be stupid going into that room with confidence 🧍🏾‍♀️)

Warnings: story will lead to smut, slightly suggestive, harsh words (like bitch, pussy, or slut), not proofread, some corny dialogue (bear with me pls)

W.c: 2,086 (rlly doing my big one)

A/N: (there’s alot I have to say so pls bear with me 😭) first off, thank all of u for all the constant support on my other fics and even my shitty little doodles I posted. Means a lot to me. This is my first series/series writing and it’s also the first fic I’ve made with multiple ppl speaking let alone mark variants. So I’m begging you, please bear with me. If anything is overly fucking terrible or bad feel free to dm me advice. Also I’ll be making a master list soon for all my writings. Or wtv. This is part one to the series and it’ll get super smutty in the next one so I hope u js enjoy this one for now. It’ll be meh…(I highkey think it’s bad but wtv)

Long after the Invincible War, you were still intrigued by all the versions of your boyfriend that had come into your world to reek havoc and chaos. Most were dead, some were in prison, and some were thrown into whatever place they went to. Being a superpowered scientist under Cecil had its perks–you got to not only examine and see these variants, but you also got to speak to them (only with the supervision of your world's Mark of course). Your visits grew more and more frequent to them, it went from once a month, to once a week, to 3 times a week. They had memorized the times you visited, the clack of your heels, and your pen clicking before you entered their cell each time.

Your Mark always complained–sometimes it was genuine concern for your safety and reasoning, other times, it was clear and blatant jealousy. 

“Why do you always want to go see those bastards, they almost destroyed the entire world. Not only that one of them almost crushed you to fucking death! If this gets too bad we're not seeing them again…” he was annoyed–making good and fair points. Sadly, you were too stubborn to attempt to listen to them. 

“You've almost crushed me to death before,” you said with a shrug as you kept walking down the long hall getting ready to get to the cell that held the marks. 

“WHAT!? When was this?” Mark had stopped for a second now having genuine concern as he hadn't remembered ever doing that. He tried his best to make sure you were protected from anything and everything.

“You crushed me plenty of times in bed–it's ok though because I've crushed you back just as much so we're even.” you had one smug ass smirk on your face seeing Mark's annoyed one before you two finally made it to the room. Before you could swipe your keycard to enter the room, Mark grabbed your arm having you stop and listen to what he had to say. “I'm serious babe…let them get out of line and we aren't seeing them again, they'll just rot in here till Cecil finds something to do with them.” 

You used your free hand, swiping the keycard as the door opened. You turned to your mark lifting his chin with your pen as he looked prepared to hear whatever you had to say. 

“I will decide when this research is over. However, you know if you want it to truly end and for me to stay out of this cell, you would only need to tell Cecil you won't accompany me anymore. Until you do that…we're continuing.” 

You were stern and stubborn, meaning every single word you said. You finally pulled the pen down—giving his cheek a soft kiss before walking into the cell.

“Well, we see who wears the pants in your little relationship.” The mark with the mohawk said before he just started laughing trying to bother and mock your mark as best as he could. 

“Hey well at least I get to leave here, I'm not locked in a fucking cell with my arms hanging up!” your mark snarled back–getting closer to Mohawk Mark as they glared each other down.

Sinister Mark cut into the conversation, having a lot worse to say about your mark and his “submission” to you. 

“Hey, does she fuck you too? I just wanna get a full scope on how pussy you are! God, you're pathetic…weak…” 

They were being little assholes ganging up against your mark, all besides the viltrumite one. He was just silent, observing your behaviors. As those 3 bickered,  you walked up to him with crossed arms.

“Nothing to say?” You asked leaning in closer to his face. He backed up as best as he could, struggling to even move a bit because of his restraints but he found small ways. 

“No…bitch…” he said before scrunching up his lips. You just leaned into him closer and closer knowing he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. “Don’t your people have a thing for respecting higher-ups? Am I not higher up right now?” You were absolutely smug watching as his expression kind of dropped. He knew you were right and he hated every bit about it. 

The cell was silent now…the other marks wondered why he stopped fighting back, falling silent. 

“Don’t tell me you're all pussy now too!?” Mohawk Mark had said in a snarky tone. Your mark was walking up to you to pull you back from him. You raised your hand stopping him from coming closer as you used your other hand, softly rubbing viltrumite Mark'sk'sace. 

He jolted from your touch for a second—not being used to anything like it at all. However, he had been in that cold cell for days, weeks even, with no warmth whatsoever. He melted into your hand as you kept rubbing it softly—he felt odd…like he had never felt before. He released soft huffs the whole time until you finally stepped back. 

“W..wait-“ he exclaimed trying to get your attention again. Before he could even say what he wanted, sinister Mark butted in.

“What the hell did you just do to him!? He’s never been like that ever!” 

Your mark wanted to be filled in as well, waiting for your response.

“I just touched 'em relax.” You were honestly shocked yourself. 

“C'monn…let’s go, your mark said wanting to get the hell out of there. The other marks were getting angry and you were touching another mark…one that wasn’t yours—it made him a bit jealous. 

                                      

“Wait wait…I wanna something…” you said with a grin as you rushed to Mohawk Mark. He looked a bit annoyed but intrigued. You drew closer and closer as the other marks watched once again—it’s all they could do…

“Listen whore, I’m not your mark…so hands off.” He said in a snarky tone. You just kept moving your hands towards his face not giving a damn, you were testing every ounce of patience he had.

“I will fucking bite you! I promise it…” Mohawk Mark tried to move his head back as quickly as he could to get away from your hand. Eventually, it landed right on his forehead before moving upward, softly stroking his hair. He tried to bite you for a second so you used your powers. With a hard glare from your eyes, his body was paralyzed in mere seconds as you rubbed it softly. You released your hold on his body just as fast as you used it.

You kept stroking his head, you saw him moving his head forward as best as he could so you could keep going. Your other hand reached up to his face, squishing it softly before you began to stroke it. He let out a noise of pure satisfaction…a soft moan. As soon as he realized, you backed up satisfied with your work on his behavior. He went from snarling and snapping to melting in your hand.

Your mark grabbed your shoulder, making a notation to get the hell out of there. You just gave him a soft kiss trying to keep him satisfied as you had one more mark to deal with. You knew your mark was getting jealous quickly so you had to hurry it up.

As soon as you walked over to sinister mark in his restraints he spat on your face. The other marks watched waiting to see what happened your mark dashed over to you as he began a screaming match with sinister mark. 

Ignoring them and all their noise, you just spat right back on his face as the room fell silent. You were even now—the only difference was you could wipe the spit off of your face but he couldn’t get it off of his. Your hand reached up to his face as he prepared to bite you but you flicked his nose before continuing. You rubbed his hair—making it messy in mere seconds before you looked him dead in the eyes, smiling warmly.

“I promise you, if you ever spit on my face again I will break your face in.”

Your mark was just frozen in the spot waiting for this interaction to finish. Sinister Mark's eyes widened a bit before going back to normal—he was surprised at how you could look so gentle while threatening him. 

“Yes bitch…” he said in a snarky tone trying to get some power back in the situation. You smiled before pinching and twisting at his nose. He couldn’t do a single damn thing about it.

“Huh? What’d you say?” You waited for him to change his manner of speaking. Your mark reached to pull your arm down as you 2 shared a look. He was trying to figure out what you were even doing but you gave him a glance that said you could handle it.

“Yes…ma’am” sinister Mark said in an annoyed tone this was basically his version of surrendering defeat. Your hand went to his face stroking it just like you did to the others. At first he acted like he didn’t give a single fuck about you or your touch—seconds later he was melted into your cheek moving his own face to have it happen faster. You stroked his face slower and began scratching his hair as Mohawk Mark began complaining how that wasn’t fair. Sinister mark was losing himself—lifting his chin to have that touch and rubbed to. He bit his lip trying to keep in any sounds he would’ve made but eventually one slipped out.

“F…fuck…” he moaned out roughly before you moved your hand away from him

“Good boy.” You said back with bliss in your voice. You honestly felt aroused by the fact you had 4 Marks folding for you just at the simple touch of your hand and sternness in your voice.

“God…what did she do to us…” Viltrumite Mark said sounding embarrassed or even frustrated that that even happened. The other Marks (sinister and Mohawk) just told him to “fuck off” as they kept their heads down in a bit of shame. They were absolutely in shock at how they folded that fast but knew they wanted more. They were pissed that they clearly weren’t getting more.

You had them fold enough for the day. Plus, your Mark looked like he wanted to snap sinister Mark's neck for spitting on you. He was tired of being in that damn room for the day. Your mark grabbed you by the waist giving you a look that said “You needed to leave” You just nodded and let him lead you out of the cell. You and your mark left the cell making your way out of the building. Mark was flying you 2 home as he wanted to talk about what the hell happened. 

“So…what was that..” he asked in a genuine and jealous tone. He wanted to know what was up with all of it. Why did you guys keep going back, why were you touching them, how did you make them fold that easily? He wanted answers…

“Honestly…I don’t know. I didn't even think it’d work on the viltrumite one but as soon as it did I just had to try it on the rest of them and it worked. Guess you’re just weak for me in every universe?” You gave the best answer you could to your mark waiting for his response.

“Not gonna lie…I was a bit jealous. They practically killed everyone and now they wanted to fold just cause you touched them!” Mark exclaimed before you kissed his face softly. He had calmed down quickly just from your lips. 

“Relax... you're the one who gets to take me home. You win either way. However...I do need you to take me back there tomorrow. It’s something I wanna do with you there. All of you…” you had something a little sinister and against the rules on your mind.

“Again!? What is it…I’m so sick of that place…” your mark wanted to know what you’d do if you went back. He was tired of going there and honestly was ready to never go back again. However, he was trying his best to trust your judgment and see where it’d go. 

“Don’t worry about it…just know that you’ll have fun. All of you, trust me. You said with a smile before Mark finally landed, bringing you two to your house. You had plans…foul plans…and you couldn’t wait to put them into action tomorrow. 

[brights-place]

[KPDH] ━━━ ．°˖✧ Ｍｙ��ｔｅｒｙ ˚₊ ⊹ x Reader

Contains: Slightly Suggestive, Cursing, Collar, Barking, Teasing, making out, Baby just calling shit out

A/N: I WAS LISTENING TO SIR MIX ALOT OKAY! LISTEN AND I HAD A WHOLE IDEA NGL I FEEL LIKE I COULD MAKE A FULL FIC FOR THIS? but also I feel like I could make angst guys BRO I HAVE A DEVIOUS ANGST PLAN also I really hope people won't just start writing Mystery like he's just a guy who barks and all that because after this and one more writing about mystery I have an angsty idea that I'mma write whehehe!

Summary: BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT, He’s barking at fans in meet and greets if they pass a boundary like they owe him rent. He’s quiet and mysterious on stage like always and somehow Mystery Saja is your boyfriend. Sure, he barely talks, sneaks around slyly like a cat, and barks like a dog with an attitude problem… but he’s yours. Off-stage, he's all sneaky footsteps, silver hair in his eyes, and low growls when you're not paying him enough attention. So, obviously, you bought him a collar with a bell because if he’s gonna act like a dog, he might as well look the part. But here’s the thing there’s something weirdly real behind those sharp teeth and silent being keeping to himself. Something darker...Something… hidden and now that you’ve tugged the leash, you’re not sure who’s really in control. So go on. Bark like you want it

Ｍｙｓｔｅｒｙ was, well… true to his stage name. A mystery.

He didn’t talk unless he really had to, kept to himself, and always moved like he was running on empty. Quiet, reserved, and perpetually slouched after long idol schedules. It was clear the spotlight wasn’t his natural habitat. Not like Jinu, who somehow thrived in the chaos of fan service and flashing cameras even if it was all an act.

Mystery wasn’t one for acts. Not unless growling at a fan during a fan signing counted.

You watched the clip from the safety of your phone screen, eyebrows raised as he practically barked like fully barked at a fan who’d leaned just a little too close, fingers outstretched like she tried to invade hsi personal space. The way he snapped, lips curling, sharp eyes glinting beneath his silver fringe… it was less “idol charm” and more “try that again and I bite.” and god help you, it was kind of hot to see him act like that. You couldn't help but pause and side eye something in your bag you bought for your friends pet dog as a gift yet you couldn't help but snicker at an idea popping up in your head.

You were curled up in one of the hidden lounges far from the chaos of the Saja boys and their over-scheduled madness, Mystery slumped beside you on the couch.

His head dipped lazily toward your shoulder. Hair damp from a recent shower, his silver strands tickled your neck. His body was heavy tired but not enough to stop him from nuzzling into your side like a sleep-deprived stray.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to but you? Oh, you had plans for your boyfriend with a mischievous grin, you reached into your bag and pulled out a collar a sleek black collar with a delicate silver bell that jingled softly between your fingers.

You dangled it just out of his reach, eyes glittering “Mystery,” you cooed slyly his head jerked up. Slowly. Narrow-eyed. Like a cat catching movement out of the corner of its eye. His gaze flicked from the collar to your face, then back again, as if trying to figure out if you were serious or just dangerously bold.

He didn’t speak blinking and inching forward you wiggled the collar a little higher. “C’mon. You bark at fans like they owe you rent. You gonna let me tease you and get away with it?” Mystery tilted his head slightly more tense, almost curious. Almost but you weren’t fooled.

His lips parted just enough to let out the smallest, softest sound from deep in his throat. Not a word, Not quite a bark. Not quite a growl. Something in between. “Mm-mm.” You shook your head. “Not good enough.” and that’s when he lurched forward.

You squeaked as he suddenly lunged forward, not aggressively, but fast enough that your back hit the cushions behind you. He climbed into your space, straddling your hips, the weight of his body pressing you down. Silver hair fell like curtains around your faces, hiding you both from the world. His hands braced on either side of your head, and his lips were just inches from yours.

“You’re so tired,” you teased breathlessly, still clutching the collar. “Didn’t you just say you needed rest?” He didn’t respond. Instead, he leaned in, mouth grazing the curve of your neck, the tip of his nose brushing your jaw like a lazy nuzzle.

You giggled with a smile on your face as the bell jingled again, trapped between your fingers “Don’t think I won’t put this on you.” you said in-between small snorts and mystery he froze for a moment… then moved even closer. His lips brushed your ear, and his voice raspy and low spoke for the first time that night.

“Then do it.”

You blinked mouth agape as he pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. His fringe framed his face, making his expression unreadable except for the slight, smug curve of his mouth.

“Put it on,” he whispered. “If you’re brave enough.” Your heart slammed. The collar in your hand felt a little less like a joke and a lot more like a dare now. You swallowed slowly as you felt it how he was so quiet, calculating, and worst of all waiting.

Somewhere deep down, you remembered that Mystery wasn’t just your mysterious, slouchy boyfriend. He was a demon. A being with teeth and claws and something else hiding just behind that unreadable gaze. Still… you weren’t scared.

You slipped the collar around his neck and clicked it shut the bell jingled as you stared up at him as he didn't move. You leaned forward, lips brushing his as your finger tugged onto the collar.

“Good boy.”

And that was the moment he grabbed your hips kissing you deeply messy, tired, intense. A little desperate. A little smug. Like someone who’d been holding back just enough to let you think you had control, only to steal it all back with a single kiss.

The bell jingled again as your fingers curled into Mystery’s shoulders. You kissed him back, slow and soft, eyes fluttered shut completely unaware of the way that tiny bell kept chiming with every movement. Lost in the moment, you didn’t even register the cool brush of something leathery sliding around your neck. You felt it kind of but waved it off as nothing, too busy melting into him.

A smile tugged at your lips mid-kiss, only for it to drop the second you heard the unmistakable click of the apartment door unlocking.

“We’re back!” Jinu’s voice rang out, loud like always Your eyes flew open. Panic shot down your spine. You turned toward the door just as Mystery leaned in again, deepening the kiss very much not helping. His lips moved with slow, deliberate dominance, smug in every motion as you frantically tried to push him off.

“Mystery-!” you hissed into the kiss, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he smirked against your mouth, like this was all just another casual Tuesday, before finally pulling away smooth and unbothered, standing tall like he hadn’t just tried to make out with you in full view of the incoming chaos.

Your face burned. You side-eyed him, flustered, breath caught in your throat only to realize something was off. The collar... It was gone. You blinked. Tilted your head slightly, trying to find it only to freeze when the soft chime of a bell echoed again but not from him.

From you

You froze as your hand slowly reached up and felt the firm press of leather and cold metal against your neck. The bell jingled again as your fingers touched it.

You could feel the heat rush up your neck as you sat there, stunned, just in time for Baby to plop down beside you on the couch. He blinked lazily at the collar, lips curled around a lollipop, then reached out and flicked the bell with one finger as it chimed. His expression unreadable, but his eyes sparkling with silent laughter.

Mystery? He didn’t even look your way. Just stared forward like he’d ascended to a higher plane of peace. Baby smirked wider, unbothered, pulling away just as Romance, Abby, and Jinu entered the room in a cluster of conversation and snacks.

Romance caught sight of you first. Stifled a laugh behind his hand. Abby’s eyes widened. And Jinu? He blinked. Paused. "A collar with a bell?" he repeated, eyebrow arching, gaze sliding toward Mystery. Mystery shrugged casual, chill, innocent. The picture of saying “Who, me?” even though he didn't even need to say anything.

You dropped your face into your hands, groaning in pure shame. “Oh my god,” you mumbled. Baby popped his lollipop from his mouth just long enough to say, “Didn’t know we were into pet play now.”

You considered evaporating on the spot

۶ৎ ⌗ 𝐊-𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⸝⸝

[aceyalonso]

sera's kinktober masterlist 2024

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 : 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝

how? send an ask, pairing a driver with the available day! ↳ example: "hi! can I request [driver] + [day #___]?"

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

✮ the posting schedule will be from october to november. i was unable to write as much as i wanted to for this because of familial matters i can’t discuss, i hope you guys understand! 🥲

✮ AHHH!! my first kinktober ever, so please don't be too harsh :,) ✮ please note that some of these works/chapters contain content and kinks that might not be your cup of tea, please do not click on something that you're not comfortable with ✮ i will only write a maximum of 4 fics for each driver (so that there won't be too many of each driver) ✮ this list will be a mix of full fics and drabbles. ✮ some of the days here already have drivers assigned, but rest assured majority of these are up for grabs!

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭!

what days are available? ↳ i will remove the days that have already been taken. ✮ day 3 - biting (requested by anon) ✮ day 9 - lap dance (requested by anon) ✮ day 11 - temperature play (requested by anon) ✮ day 12 - mutual masturbation (requested by anon) ✮ day 13 - deepthroating (requested by anon) ✮ day 15 - begging (requested by anon) ✮ day 17 - dacryphilia (requested by anon) ✮ day 19 - bondage (requested by anon) ✮ day 20 - ass worship (requested by @cleopatrick-123) ✮ day 21 - breeding (requested by anon) ✮ day 22 - orgasm denial (requested by anon) ✮ day 23 - overstimulation (requested by @nandolonso) ✮ day 24 - voyeurism (requested by anon) ✮ day 25 - nipple play (requested by @bad268) ✮ day 26 - wax play (requested by anon) ✮ day 28 - public sex (requested by @menagerofmischief) ✮ day 29 - hair pulling (requested by @nepobbylver)

day 1 (october 1st) - humiliation kink with sebastian vettel | "don't cover your mouth, let them hear it liebling."

synopsis - sebastian rewarding his ever so hard-working secretary

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 2 (october 3rd) - threesome with lando norris & oscar piastri | "look osc, she's taking it so well"

synopsis - what happens when lando catches y/n and oscar in a rather... compromising position?

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 3 (october 5th) - biting with oscar piastri | “jesus fuck, are you are a vampire or something?”

synopsis - biting has weirdly always been a part of y/n's love language, what happens when she bites oscar where he's a little bit more than just sensitive?

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 4 (october 7th) - overstimulation with lando norris | "be a good girl f'me, i know you can take another round"

synopsis - win celebrations look a little different for lando norris this time around

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 5 (october 9th) - jealous sex with oscar piastri | "i don't have to be inside you to make you feel good."

synopsis - oscar and his jealous tendencies can lead to some... eventful consequences

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 6 (october 11th) - daddy kink with jenson button | "spread your legs for daddy, i wanna see you"

synopsis - art and money have always been the two constants in y/n's life, what happens when those two constants result in a sugar daddy who happens to own an art gallery?

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 7 (october 13th) - hate fucking with lance stroll | "this is what you wanted, isn't it? to prove you're better than me?"

synopsis - the fashion industry has always been a dog-eat-dog world or a rival-fuck-rival world (for lance and y/n, at least)

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 8 (october 15th) - sensory deprivation with fernando alonso | "don’t argue mi princesa, just put the blindfold on.”

synopsis - fernando always loved the way silk looked on y/n he loved how it hugged her figure, he loved how it would make her look like a goddess, whether it was the dress he bought for her or her wearing nothing the silk blindfold

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 9 (october 17th) - lap dance with daniel ricciardo | “fuck, keep moving like that and i’ll bend you over the bar.”

synopsis - what happens when y/n does a simple dance routine that turns into something dirtier?

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 10 (october 19th) - mirror sex with george russell | "look at yourself, so gorgeous."

synopsis - ever since y/n and george started spending some weekends on the boat, she has always wondered why he needed to have a mirror on the wall and on the ceiling of the bedroom

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 11 (october 21st) - temperature play with kimi raikkonen | “didn’t i tell you to stay still?”

synopsis - y/n knew that marrying the so-called "iceman" of formula 1 certainly has its hot and cold times, especially when it's kimi using ice cubes in the bedroom

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 12 (october 23rd) - mutual masturbation with charles leclerc | "show me how you like it, i want to see you squirm."

synopsis - who knew that watching 50 shades of grey with your best friend could end so well?

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 13 (october 25th) - deepthroat with max verstappen | “you look so pathetic like this.”

synopsis - max can't seem to escape the norris' after that terrible race in Austria. The only difference? Y/n was actually worth Max's time (and stamina)

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 14 (october 27th) - tattoos with lewis hamilton | "i didn't know you got a spine tattoo."

synopsis - a little rain never hurt anyone... not until lewis almost breaks y/n's back (in a good way)

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 15 (october 29th) - begging with charles leclerc | "you look so adorable like this, begging for me."

synopsis - a bad day at work and a good fiance would and will always end well

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 16 (october 31st) - lingerie with carlos sainz | "turn around, for me hermosa? i want to see the back again."

synopsis - spending 23 grand on a shopping spree? that's something only y/n can do, but of course the money spent will always be worth it, especially when she gets something that can benefit her and carlos

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 17 (november 2nd) - dacryphilia with ollie bearman | “you’re so pretty with tears in your eyes.”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 18 (november 4th) - spanking with charles leclerc | "feel that? that's for flirting with fucking team mate."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 19 (november 6th) - bondage with lewis hamilton | "look at you, all helpless and desperate."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 20 (november 8th) - ass worship with logan sargeant | “babe, just sit on my face oh my god.”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 21 (november 10th) - breeding with logan sargeant | "i'm going to fill you up so well baby"

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 22 (november 12th) - orgasm denial with sebastian vettel | “you won’t be cumming, not unless i tell you to.”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 23 (november 14th) - edging with fernando alonso | "you can't handle this, can you?"

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 24 (november 16th) - voyeurism with oscar piastri | “don’t let my presence stop you, keep going.”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 25 (november 18th) - nipple play with ollie bearman | “what’s that poking through your shirt?”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 26 (november 20th) - wax play with charles leclerc | "close your eyes and let me take control, mon cheri. i'll decide where the wax goes."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 27 (november 22nd) - size difference with ollie bearman | "i want you to feel every vein and every inch of my cock."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 28 (november 24th) - public sex with oscar piastri | “are you crazy? what if we get caught?”

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 29 (november 26th) - hair pulling with carlos sainz | "you like that don't you?"

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 30 (november 28th) - food play with lewis hamilton | "you taste so fucking sweet baby."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

day 31 (november 30th) - oral fixation with daniel ricciardo | "suck on it, show me how much you want it."

synopsis

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞