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todorokies · 3 months

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WHAT LOVERS DO - mha boys

✶ ࣪˖࿐ * how you spend your long summer days with the mha boys…

featuring 𝝑𝑒 : izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari, shoto todoroki

contents 𝝑𝑒: tooth rooting fluff, gn!reader, a lil bit suggestive in bakugou’s, inspired by the song ‘what lovers do’ by maroon 5 ft sza, an installment for my ‘it’s not summer without you’ event

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ ── IZUKU MIDORIYA

farmer markets, tulips & strawberry fields, lemonade refreshers served with cocktail umbrellas on the side.

summers with izuku …. heal your inner child with an electric sense of something to look forward to everyday.

the average day begins with him preparing breakfast for the both of you; pinkies interlocking under the dinner table with hazy glances towards one another.

bike rides to the local farmers market, the refreshing breeze coating your faces with soft giggles thrown into the air. but on some days, the rays of sunlight peak through his windows as a small groan ripples through his chest making you feel the vibrations from how close your bodies are intertwined.

“mmm, let’s stay in bed for today..” he’ll meekly murmur into the crook of your neck as he snuggles himself even closer than before into your figure.

izuku’s soft snores can be heard along with the faint sound of the air conditioner as you relish in the serendipity of it all, before falling back asleep soon.

the days where energy is coursing through your veins, you take it upon yourselves to become tourists in the very city you grew up in. visiting hidden gems of japan that consist of bookstores, cafes, and knickknack shops.

museum dates with izuku consist of him gleefully explaining the history behind every piece of artwork hung in the building. your fingers interlocking with his calloused ones as you both drag each other around the museum in awe of the beauties in the room— you included.

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ ── KATSUKI BAKUGOU

beach houses, fresh picked vegetables, fireworks & cuddles on the deck as the sun peaks above the horizon.

summers with bakugou …. opens your eyes to the possibility of living a beautiful mundane life with him by your side.

the curtly executed invite to his family’s beach house —that was obvious to conceal his uneasiness about your answer— falls off his lips and lingers in your ears.

hot sand on the soles of your feet, the sunshine reflecting back onto the earth casting a divine glow upon your skin, and plucking the nurtured vegetables in the garden for tonight’s dinner.

some nights when you can’t sleep, you creep out of your assigned bedroom at the dead of night, gentle sounds of the clashing ocean waves and the bright moonlight acts as a guide to snuggle yourself into his bed. with your arms delicately wrapping around his toned midriff, the blond tenses up.

hands already igniting a small spark until he inhales your scent, calming down instantaneously. he grumbles something under his breath about how ridiculous you are before he relaxes into your embrace.

other nights however, you both become light on your feet as you sneak out onto the deck. witty teases and jokes get thrown around until a small remark turns into a competition where you both end up in the pool racing each other.

of course he lets you win—or so he claims— soon your heart calms down, relishing in the cold droplets that coat your body. he quickly notices the way you’re shivering, swims up in your direction to position himself in between your legs as he lifts your calves around his torso.

you immediately wrap your arms around his neck for stability. “ya wanna warm up in the hot tub or f’me to do the job?”

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ ── DENKI KAMINARI

late night adventures, water gun fights, treasure hunts & street festivals with the sound of music taking over the city.

summers with denki …. keep you on your toes with your adrenaline constantly pumping, there’s truly never a dull moment with him.

he’d watch a few episodes of outer banks and swear up and down there’s treasure hidden deep somewhere in japan, which results in taking trips to different parts of the city.

exploring places only you could dream of; train rides to kamakura to even booking an out of country flight with you.

at first, you’d assume it’s only for the treasure, but when he guides you through the cobbled streets of rome and to a secluded vineyard to watch the sun go down, displaying peachy hues and dreamy violet accents you knew he proved you wrong.

denki is infatuated with you. every minuscule detail of your existence lives fondly in his head. the way your pink pouty lips shimmer under lanterns and brightly coloured string of lights has his head spinning a bit.

but he keeps what’s left of his composure and neediness in check to enjoy the rest of the festival with you; feeding each other sweet traditional treats and new snacks to be tried for the first time.

once the night has calmed down and traffic has stilled, he finally finds the chance to show you his devotion. using the hand that rested inside your jean shorts pocket, he quickly spins you around to face him and plant a passionate kiss on your lips.

“i’ve been meaning to do that alllll night, babe.”

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ ── SHOTO TODOROKI

pottery classes, picnic dates, visits to the bookstore & stargazing in the park on top of a fuzzy blanket.

summers with shoto …. makes you appreciate the small bundles of joy that life has in store.

romantic gestures just come naturally to him. in his mind, he doesn’t think twice about getting you the pink orchids he saw in the window of a small business or working all day to make miniature sandwiches and desserts for a surprise picnic in the park.

shoto yearns to spend his days with you. he didn’t realize how much distance was put between the two of you because of the school year, and he wishes to make it up to you.

a spot he grew to love over time is a bookstore hidden deep in the nooks of japan. a safe spot for him to get away from all of the stress and havoc. a place where his peace can be found, a place where he can earnestly share his love for you.

soft whispers and gentle grazes across your fingers tips whenever he’d pass you a book for you to skim through. silently chuckling to himself once your bottom lip gets caught in between your teeth to concentrate.

shoto is a man of few words, but yet he’ll always have you swooning with the little he chooses to say: “you should read this one, it really reminded me of you.” or “this book cover is pretty…just like you.”

once the day comes to an end and the moon comes out to glisten brightly. you both venture to the park to watch the beautiful sky littered with stars. you’re in awe, pointing to a few constellations you’ve found, “the sky is so pretty tonight,” you gasp.

shoto, with his heart pounding and eyes fixated on you, fondly smiles. “yeah..so incredibly pretty.”

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ataraxiaspainting · 5 months

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The Grand Design.

Yan Arlecchino x F Reader.

Synopsis: Spring is soon to arrive in Fontaine, thawing out the waters and making the land greener. After weeks of being held within the walls of Hotel Bouffes d'ete, The Knave has promised you that you may go to the Florence Festival together as a reward for your good behavior. Though you are now here, you soon are reminded of how Arlecchino’s definition of a reward is quite different from yours. Still, it is best to remain on her good side. The man you two are following should have known that well too.

Warnings: Yandere themes, manipulation, kidnapping, stalking, spoilers for Arlecchino's story quest, and minor character death/violence.

Word Count: 4.1k.

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Ten Songs Like This Piece:

Brutus (Instrumental) by The Buttress

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE by Måneskin

Bernadette by IAMX

Who Is She ? by I Monster

Bang Bang Bang Bang - Remastered 2021 by Sohodolls

Deutschland by Rammstein

Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde

Beautiful Is Boring by BONES UK

Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer

Swimming Pool by Marie Madeleine

*~*~*~*

“Something wicked this way comes, and as I set to face it, I'm unsure, should I embrace it, should I run? What motivates me? Hatred? Is it love?” – The Buttress, Brutus

*~*~*~*

The room that The Knave put you in when you first arrived here never fails to seem smaller than it is. Your designated bed is placed in the middle of the wall farthest from the locked doors. There is a large window on each side made of up pink and white stained glass, but no matter how much you attempt to punch them, they never shatter. The floor has carpet on top of it, just soft enough for your bare feet to feel comfortable.

Arlecchino never lets you out of your room even for meals, and thus had a wooden table installed in front of the right window. There are two chairs too; one for you and one for whomever is put up to the task of watching you while you eat. Only to make sure you’re getting enough nutrients, she said after you gained enough courage to ask. I don’t want you to get ill. You had attempted to skip meals before, but as soon as the children who had cleaned up your plates and trash after every meal had found out, “Father” was soon notified. She was not completely furious, but she was most definitely not pleased. She scolded you for what felt like hours. All you are doing is lowering your strength… surely you’ll understand eventually.

You don’t throw away your food anymore, after she was the one that oversaw you eating every day for around three weeks, her eyes seemingly staring into your soul.

At first, you ate your food because you wanted the children in charge of watching you to not suffer punishments if they were not up to the task.

But after having enough conversations with Arlecchino, your motivations changed. Once an agent of the House of the Hearth used the vacant room beside your own to sneak out and run away. From the sounds you heard from the other side of the wall, it seems they were found out immediately. Arlecchino didn’t seem distraught when she visited you a few minutes later. Her appearance was not unusual, but from the crashing noises, you knew that the agent must have tried to fight The Knave herself.

They were not successful, that much was clear. Arlecchino hadn’t even broken a sweat, while they were fighting for their life.

There was a gift for you in one of her hands. A small black box with a red ribbon. You soon connected the dots. The escapee had the worst luck. Arlecchino was already on her way to your room, and just so happened to witness them opening the unlocked window. They didn’t scream though, despite all the other loud sounds of throwing vases and such, which also showed Arlecchino finished off her target quicker than they could beg for mercy or help.

Here at the House of the Hearth, everyone is responsible for their own actions. Loyalty shall not go unrewarded. Obedience shall not go unsupported. But… Foolishness shall not be without a hefty price to pay. Lies shall not be without precious items being taken as due compensation.

So, now your top priority is to be on your best behavior solely for yourself.

Every child here looks up to you. They have treated you as such ever since you woke up behind locked doors. But they also ensure that Arlecchino’s lessons are as drilled into your skull as her lessons are drilled into theirs. They ensure that you remain compliant.

All in all, they have taught you more about the House of the Hearth than “Father” ever could. The children scold you whenever you don’t follow the House’s long list of rules as if they are your caretakers. In a way perhaps they are, in Arlecchino’s point of view, but you would never admit to that. They reward you whenever you remember to water the few plants they had placed beside your bedroom window and cheer whenever you greet their savior with a bow and a good afternoon, Madam. They take away the few books Arlecchino has given you whenever you refuse to eat and yell at you whenever you refuse to even look at her.

Why are you so ungrateful?

We only want what’s best for you!

Do you wish to break Father’s heart?

So you don’t disobey them anymore. You had realized that they were not disciplining you to have The Knave not be mad at them. No. If only it were that simple. They discipline you because they want you to be a part of their family. That is why the younger ones slip drawings of you underneath your doors. That is why the older ones joke around with you during mealtimes.

You don’t throw out any drawings given to you.

You attempt to laugh at unfunny jokes. To get access to more freedoms, you must be on your best behavior.

You have to get the children’s blessings to even be considered good enough to step into the House’s flower garden.

It has a glass ceiling with all sorts of carved plant designs on top. Rainbow Roses. Romaritime Flowers. Lumidouce Bells. Lakelight Lilies. There is a path right down the middle to see each of them in all their glory. At the end of it, there is a small tree just big enough to shadow one or two sitting people. That place has become your sacred spot. You read and even take naps there, when your unbendable schedule allows it.

That place is also where Arlecchino first proposed an award for behaving well for the children.

Lyney tells me you are adjusting well. You noticed that her tone was the smallest bit higher, but you didn’t pay attention to the way the corners of her mouth pointed upwards just slightly.

You didn’t answer her, instead nodding your head.

I trust his judgment, and therefore you can choose a reward from the two I have selected for us.

As soon as she says the first option, your hearing gives out. Your mind is focused on it and it alone. The Florence Festival. An opportunity to finally sweep your hands on blades of grass and feel the wind flow into and out of your hair. It’s paradise, plain and simple.

*~*~*~*

The small circular table’s wood is light in color, and its iron framework leaves little to be desired. The chairs possess a similar appearance due to the use of the same materials, but the top rounded rail has a fake red rose attached. It was likely formed from melted ore that was poured into molds instead of being carved by hand, but you don’t dare ask about it to the one sitting across from you, sipping her hot beverage and looking at the flower fields in the distance.

You don’t want to see anyone get in trouble for your pickiness.

Right?

You observe in silence as a single petal drops from the vase of flowers between your two dishes, almost as if the universe is conspiring to vex Arlecchino much at the expense of the fates of those who cross her.

You are unsure as to whether or not you count.

The food on your side compared to the food on her side could not be more different; rainbow macarons and a latte and steak tartare and a cup of black tea. But they still have a common similarity despite their appearance and ingredients; they are outrageously overpriced.

The main dishes you can understand. After all, they are this cafe’s specialties along with the top two bestsellers. But the drinks are another matter entirely. You cannot possibly comprehend in what world would a cup of tea with no sugar or cream amount to ten thousand hundred Mora and that being a reasonable price. The same thing with your latte, but you figure that the added sugar and cream had understandably raised the price.

Though twenty thousand Mora for something that took less than ten minutes to prepare when you lived by yourself is evil. Some guilt stirs within you when you think about the total amount of Mora Arlecchino has spent on you thus far on this little outing. You two have not even made it to the Florence Festival’s famous entrance arch yet. In addition, surely there will be other things she will get you, either by your request or by hers.

The Knave raises her hand like a corpse arising from its slumber.

“From what my information sources have told me, this… ‘Florence Festival’ is about the arrival of spring. It sounds rather wholesome, in my opinion… and it sounds like something the children would like to partake in, next time.” She looks down at your still full plate. “Is the cuisine not up to your expectations? We can go somewhere else if you would like.”

You shake your head, and pick up the pink macaron in an attempt for Arlecchino to not call over a rather unfortunate waiter. “No, no… It’s fine. I promise… Peruere.”

You spoke her true name with a softness akin to a dove’s plucked feathers. She does not smile, but instead leans over and grabs the red macaron off your plate. You do not stop her. Her teeth sink into it right up to the center where the raspberry jam is. The filling leaks out onto her lips, but soon blends in as they share a similarly saccharine hue.

“It is unkind to lie to me.”

Between her fingers, the macaron is crushed to near dust within a single motion. Arlecchino does not scowl, but there is a small frown on her face. A tsk sound. Disappointment.

“They’re… rather stale, aren’t they [First]?”

“I shall call over the foolish owner of this establishment, and then we shall go see the rest of this festival.”

You pray not for the owner, but for you. Arlecchino's vigilant gaze is constantly fixed on you, making selfishness seem like a mere reflex.

*~*~*~*

“I must admit I have other plans relating to this festival.” Arlecchino sighs, slowly her walking speed until she comes to a stop.

You copy her movements like you are her reflection, but unlike what she sees in pools of blood, you don’t speak when she does.

She puts one of her clawed hands near her chin as she continues. “Consider it to be an immovable obstacle, if that is how you wish to see it. But I still need your help regardless.”

You suppress all feelings of wanting something else than taking orders day in and day out, not wanting your metaphorical leash to be pulled. Arlecchino looks to her right, past the stalls of event sellers, and to the back of a young man.

“If it also makes you feel better, you shall be rewarded for assisting me.” She offers. “After our task is done, I shall buy you anything and everything you want here. The cafe was just a little sample of all the wonders I can give you if you earn them.”

Your focus is not on her words but on the stalls. It is unintentional, she knows that. But she has never been one to tolerate disrespect from anyone, and so she snaps her fingers to bring your gaze back to her. You look up at her like you are one of her apostles. She has attained your attention, your fear, and your eyes once more, all without harming a single Crystalfly. Who knows how long this will last before you regress back to old habits? She hopes for your sake, that the day you divert from her love is the day this world falls down. Even then, she will catch up to you no matter how many people she has to bury, or even if she has to bury herself.

You two will never be apart, because she won’t let anyone do so, even if it was the Tsaritsa herself.

“Yes, Arlecchino?”

Your voice is not nearly as trembling as it used to be, but to her, that is a great thing. It means that you have the strength to carry yourself properly, but you still depend on following the rules to not be scolded. Newer children who did not ask to be in the Fatui have acted similarly once she has given them a stern talking to. Their heads are tilted upwards, and they have their one hand on their chests. The other is always behind their back with two of their fingers crossed. While you possess the former, you do not possess the latter anymore. Arlecchino is proud of you, for that. You must have learned plenty from the children. While she is not your father, she is still the head of the House of the Hearth, and all other body parts follow suit.

Like the spider she so loved growing up though, if the head is cut off in any way, the legs will still be able to flourish. She learned that from observing specifically jumping spiders. When a much larger spider came, it bit off her chosen jumping spider’s head and left the rest of the corpse. The legs scurried away.

The legs still lived their life even without the head in place. The children will follow suit eventually, once Arlecchino eventually perishes. Though you will follow her. She expects nothing less. Thus, she already has preparations for what is to come on that fateful day.

It will be painless though. She guarantees that.

“Follow him,” She orders. “Befriend him, if you would like. Just please don’t get too attached, now.”

*~*~*~*

When you’re off to do your task, Arlecchino reminisces of better times. She sighs, sits down on one of the nearby benches, crosses one leg over the other, and looks down at her black hands. The same ones that hold others that are brimming with purity. Though she has never touched your hands, she can tell they are warm and soft, and everything else hers are not, from how much hand lotion you use each week and how often you manicure your nails. She doesn’t want to ask you, but the reason for this is unknown to her. Is she afraid of rejection? No. That cannot be it.

You wouldn’t dare reject her, after all, that you learned never to do at Hotel Bouffes d'ete. Lyney and Lynette were your main teachers if she remembers properly. Though, now that she thinks about it, Foltz must have had some lessons for you as well. He is not a cruel boy to those who have earned Arlecchino’s trust, but at the same time, he has no mercy for those who break Father’s rules. Lynette must have stopped him on multiple counts every time you acted out of line.

Foltz is too impulsive, while Lynette is frankly too calculating.

That is why she chose Lyney to teach you most of the ropes she set out.

Lyney is good at that sort of thing.

He has the power to get everyone to listen to his beck and call with a simple smile and a few words. She also trusted he would help you feel more comfortable, as Lyney always gives gifts and speaks more gently to newcomers. With his help, Arlecchino knows very specific things about you, details that outsider Fatui spies would never be able to grasp. Whether or not you told him those things is insignificant. Lyney may not be as observant as Lynette, but he still has a knack for seeing finer habits and actions. Arlecchino also knows though that because of the twins’ bleeding hearts, they often bury anything Foltz will tell on before he sees them. After all, Foltz still has yet to grasp certain aspects of your body language and speech patterns because he doesn’t see you as often as he wants to, but Lyney and Lynette know much more because they spend the most time with you.

She doesn't mind it at all, because they treat you like family. That is all Arlecchino wants when it comes to you, to make you see their way and for everyone to get along.

…

If only the faces of the Hearth stayed the same, that they only grew and never lessened. It disappoints her, whenever she has to deal with people that are ordered to be erased.

But even after they are erased by her, sometimes the dead come back in surprising ways. Like the man you are following. It pains her, somewhere deep down. She knows that it is for the best of the House, but emotions cannot be suppressed forever.

She almost weeps when she thinks of a familiar face but closes her eyes before tears can fall.

“Pierre Snezhevich,” she says. “You had the chance to be reborn, took it… and now, for what? This time you are destined to die for good, I’m afraid.”

She takes the bundle of dried daffodils from her pocket and lays them beside her.

*~*~*~*

“I… daffodils are my favorite flower.”

The man takes but a few steps closer as he says those words, smiling. But the moment you attempt to bridge the gap yourself, he stops and looks around. His pointer finger adjusted his glasses as he looked more in peril than happy. The other hand drops the bundle of daffodils near his feet, and you see them both retreat into his leather jacket’s pockets.

You don’t move any closer, afraid that you may scare him off with any sort of movement. You don’t move any closer, afraid of scaring him away and invoking Arlecchino’s wrath. If you fail this mission, who knows how long it will take before you’re allowed to go outside again?

You simply wait in place with your hands in front of you, and attempt to give him the most comforting smile you can muster. But your acting skills are still subpar when compared to The Knave and her children. So because of that, the man doesn’t move from his position either, scowling.

“Need something?” He asks, making it glaringly obvious he doesn't trust you in the slightest. “If you have something to say… say it already. Please.”

“Uh… I just complimented the bouquet in your hand. I… don’t really have anything else to say in particular, I just wanted to strike up a conversation.”

The man looks past you, and you don’t hear a verbal response.

Instead what you hear is the clattering of high heels touching the path’s bricks.

“Ah, dearest, here you are.”

A familiar clawed hand rests just above your collarbone, the arm just above the opposing shoulder. You don’t speak and only watch as the man’s expression delves little by little into complete terror. His eyes widen and his knees crumble.

“Eric Draftler… What a surprise. We haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

“You… two know each other? I was just asking about the daffodils,” You play into the lie, this little image Arlecchino told you to sketch with hardly any directions on whatever to do. The wind leads the daffodil petals on the ground into the air, and soon some of them are gone. Only the leaves remain. “This… is my fiancée. Arlecchino.”

“Didn’t I just tell you we know each other?”

“Yes but still,” You don’t look into her eyes, instead staring at Eric’s shadow from across the path. For you know what is lurking within their depths, somewhere deep down in there. Disappointment, and a scolding waiting to happen. You can practically hear it now, her voice edging on anger with no ounce of any other emotion in her tone. “I just wanted him to remember if he… forgot. That’s all.”

Gradually, as you both proceed, Eric begins to move further and further away from you, walking backward. Eventually, you manage to guide him to a less crowded section of the festival, almost as if you pushed him there.

“Tell me, why did you kill Ginelle?”

Arlecchino’s voice is no longer friendly, and her grasp on your neck area is tighter. But you still don’t dare to ask her to stop, because that will make your injuries far worse. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Fatui scum.” Eric hisses, his arms now covering his stomach as he turns paler. “I have never met you.”

Arlecchino lets go of you, crossing her arms as she gets closer. “Oh really?”

“Not in person at least!” Eric says, almost yelling. “You-”

As Arlecchino puts a finger to her lips though, Eric’s voice gets quieter.

The clattering of high heels also gets quieter as she gets the closest she can be to Eric without giving up the illusion of common courtesy. She shakes her head and looks down on him. Arlecchino never tolerates anything other than murmuring voices, gentle singing, or absolute silence.

It’s something you have come to know quite well. This rule has no exceptions.

“Now, now, Mister Draftler.” She leans just slightly. But her head is still held high. “I just wanted a conversation. I promise you that this conflict can result in no physical fighting if you just listen to what I have to say.”

Eric does not move back anymore. While his mind is most likely forwarding the flight response, his body is stuck at a standstill. It’s a stance you have grown to know well when Arlecchino approaches someone; them being an enemy, a friend, or otherwise is of no significance to her. All she wants is control, and to appear above everyone else.

Whether to guide, defend, or crush depends on your perspective more than hers. She has the power to make dreams come true but often chooses to conjure nightmares instead. They teach better lessons that way in her opinion, regardless of whether they are the last lesson they will ever learn or one of the first in a long line of those to come.

“You’re simply overreacting, I’m afraid.” A tsking sound emerges from her throat as she continues to look down into the eyes of her already-defeated foe. “I do not wish to detain you and bring you to Snezhnaya for further questioning. My dear [First] will be all alone with no one to care for her quite like I do if I have to go all the way to the Zapolyarny Palace to oversee your trial and due punishment. I am sure you don’t want that either, yes?”

Eric does not respond, putting his hands back in his pockets.

“You know your past life, don’t you?” Arlecchino asks, no, states. “You most likely don’t remember anything but key fragments, but that is more than enough to justify giving you the death sentence. When you attempted to sneak out via that room next to [First]’s, I gave you the benefit of the doubt. You repay me by killing your own sister?”

While Arlecchino does not tolerate loud noises from other people, she has nothing against raising her own voice. So, she does just that.

“How dare you.” She steps just a bit closer, having her arms crossed once again. “You were my child once, Pierre. But no longer.” Arlecchino puts a hand out towards Eric and squeezes. The man begins to choke, clawing at his throat.

You put your hands over your eyes, and wait until it is over.

…

You’re not sure how long it takes for Eric to die.

It couldn’t have been more than two minutes, you think. But time dragged on as you attempted to blur out the sounds of Eric’s gasps and scratching.

From the little bit you allowed yourself to see, you could have sworn Arlecchino was smiling.

“You didn’t do the best job, I’m afraid.” You hear The Knave say, and realize she is talking to you.

“I’m sorry.”

She sighs then, you think. The clattering of her high heels gets louder as she approaches you. Then a thump.

“It’s alright. You still managed to get the target distracted while I did the rest. In addition, this was not a terrible outcome for your first mission.” Arlecchino puts a hand on your head, and you uncover your eyes, looking up at her. “Be proud, [First].”

Her nails don’t poke into your scalp like you feared they would. You’re grateful for that.

“Well, a deal is a deal, yes? Let us enjoy this festival while it lasts.” She turns around to look at the body behind you two. “Oh, and don’t worry about that. It’ll stay here to teach a lesson to fools.”

You weren’t worried about that in the first place.

You’re worried about what will happen to you when your plans of escaping are executed.

“Is something the matter?”

You attempt to smile, but if anything you look exhausted. “No. I’m just… happy.”

“I’m glad.”

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chaysreality222 · 3 months

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୭ৎ 𝐌𝓨 𝐖𝓐𝐈𝐓𝓘𝐍𝓖 𝓡𝐎𝓞𝐌 𝓓𝐑 ୭ৎ

𝐈. 𝐃ℰ𝒮𝐂ℛℐ𝐏𝒯𝐈𝒪𝐍 . . .

my waiting room dr is a planet that inhabits one island. it's a place for me to be at peace in my own lonesome, as well as a pit stop from this dr to another! no one else exists in this dr except me, along with wildlife that inhabit the island and surrounding water.

𝐈𝐈. ℒ𝐎𝒞𝒜𝐓ℐ𝐎𝒩𝐒 . . .

"the cave" aka my home

within the white caves on the side of my island is where my home resides. a room with a natural pool that opens up to the ocean, as well as a living-room and kitchen that opens up to the ocean as well. the lower level of my cave (basically basement-ish) is where i have portals to my other drs!

the main beach

there is different locations of beaches i can go to on my island! but of course, this main one is where i go to surf, swim, see the wild horses, etc.

the stables

outside the entrance to my home is a small stable area. it's where i take care of the wild horses on the island, especially this one special white horse where i have a connection with! they aren't conformed to this stables whatsoever, and are free to roam as the please.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝒱𝐈𝒮𝐔𝒜𝐋𝒮 . . .

𝐈𝐕. 𝐍ℰ𝐂ℰ𝐒𝒮𝐈𝐓ℐℰ𝐒 . . .

my manifestation journal

this journal is strictly for manifesting! i can find this journal amongst my books on the bookshelf in my living-room. i can manifest anything for any reality. i'll mostly be using the journal to manifest things for my original reality though.

digital clock

this clock shows me the time it is in the dr and my original reality! it also shows me the time i've spent in my DR compared to my OR. basically a way for me to keep track of the time so i know exactly when to shift back.

pc setup

i love playing video games! so this pc will have every game i want to play installed on to it as well as any and all game-passes. especially unlimited money fr. it's not only for games though, i can access my scripts or watch on it too.

𝐕. 𝐄𝒳𝐓ℛ𝒜 . . .

𖦹 it's always summer in my dr.

𖦹 night time doesn't exist but the sun still sets and rises.

𖦹 i don't get sunburn. (i'm gonna be out in the sun a lot fr).

𖦹 there's a sound system that runs throughout the entire cave that is hooked up to my phone so that i can play songs off my playlists.

𖦹 the boat i have in my dr is connected to my phone so that i can be able to control it from there. it also has a gps system so i can put in where i want to go, and it will take me without me having to steer it.

𖦹 i have fresh fruits in my fridge that is always accessible and never goes bad. (i love fruit so much! having a fruit platter after a swim or a surf session would be amazing).

𖦹 my bookshelf in my living-room is full of books i'd actually enjoy and read. (high fantasy with pure romance, lessons pertaining to my life that would help me grow as a person, and quotes that would have me question life itself) basically, meaningful fictional books that would always stick with me the rest of my life.

𖦹 i have access to all streaming services on my phone so i could watch anything and everything that i want.

i'm officially back from the shifting break! this is just a brief rundown of what i have scripted for this dr. i'm really excited to swim and surf there, even just being able to be there. wish me luck <3 happy shifting!

xoxo, c!

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thetriumphantpanda · 1 year

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take me away to paradise

You guys voted and you wanted part 4 of Joel being a menace so here you go, the next instalment of my dbf!Joel. Shoutout to the anon who sent me the ask with the inspiration for this part - I love you.

Pairing | dbf!Joel x female reader

Summary | Joel is back fixing up the attic, you're stressed waiting for a call about the job you really want. Stress relief seems the only option to distract yourself, until Joel discovers your trove of toys.

Word count | 2.8K

Warnings | As always, dbf!Joel is a flirty menace so be warned. There's guided masterbation, sex toys, protected (FINALLY THEY ARE SMART) PiV sex, dirty talk and some fluff for good measure.

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

You’re stressed. There’s no beating around the bush on this one. You’d interviewed for a job you’d wanted pretty damn badly two days ago. They’d promised to call you as soon as they’d made a decision, but you were still waiting. Phone turned off silent, volume turned all the way up so you wouldn’t miss the call.

You’d tried everything to distract yourself – you’d gone swimming in the pool yesterday afternoon, but the scrabbling at the sides when you heard your ringtone for it to be your mom asking you to put the chicken in the oven ready for dinner that night had given you a heart attack. You’d tried reading, going for a walk, you’d even picked up a cross-stitch you’d started about four years ago and never finished, only to throw it down thirty minutes later when you’d realized you’d done two rows in the completely wrong colour.

Today was proving even more difficult. Joel was banging around in the attic, trying to finish up the job your dad needed doing. He’d arrived pretty early – your mom only just on the way out to work. He’d given you a small smile and a hello but had been hidden upstairs for the whole morning.

Boredom was seeping through your body, along with a tightly wound string of stress and frustration, there was only one thing for it. You shut the book you were trying to concentrate on, setting it on your nightstand, before your hand reaches into the drawer and pulls out the small bullet vibrator. Is this going to become your thing? Getting yourself off when Joel is just meters away from you? You’re pretty sure if you climbed the ladder and asked him to, he would fuck you, but there was something about thinking about him whilst you got yourself off that had excitement bubbling under your skin.

You fit your fingers into the waistband of your shorts, pulling down just enough that you can spread your legs. You make quick work of pressing the button on the bullet vibrator a few times before it stops on your favourite setting before placing is gently against your clit. Pleasure is bursting through you almost immediately and you can’t stop the small moans that fall from your mouth as your hips start moving with your hand, pressing your clit more firmly to the vibrator.

Your brain is foggy at best but you’re sure as you find yourself slowly edging towards your release that Joel’s name falls from your lips, wishing it was his fingers on your clit instead of your toy. You can feel the tightening in your belly and the spots that start to cloud your vision. You’re close and it’ll only take a few more moments of vibrations to push you over the edge.

“You’ve gotta stop doin’ this kinda thing, sugar.”

You squeal in surprise – the high you were rapidly hurtling towards quickly dissipating as you press the button to stop the vibrator.

“You shouldn’t be listening in.” You grumble, trying to pull your shorts back to a respectable position.

“I tried not to,” he shrugs, “But these walls?” He knocks on yours with his knuckles to prove his point, “Paper thin.”

You make a move to put the vibrator away, now more frustrated than you had been when you began, “No need to stop on my account.”

“Funnily enough, I’m not really in the mood anymore.” You groan as you turn over and bury your face in your pillow, attempting to mask your embarrassment.

You can feel the bed dip beside you, and Joel’s warm hand wraps around your ankle, giving it a comforting squeeze, “Look at me, sweetheart.”

You turn over onto your back, Joel letting your ankle go so you can move more easily, “I didn’t mean t’make ya embarrassed darlin’,” He smiles, running his hand up your leg, “Were you thinkin’ about me?”

“Maybe.”

“C’mon now darlin’, weren’t so shy just a minute ago when you were moaning my name, were you?”

“Yes Joel, I was thinking about you.” You admit.

A smirk splays across his lips, his free hand reaching for your vibrator, which he holds between his fingers in front of your face, “Show me,” His voice has dropped a few octaves and his eyes have gone dark in that way you love, “Show me how you make yourself feel good when I’m not around.”

You stare at him for a moment before your hand is taking your vibrator from him. You lift your hips with him still sat next to you, dragging your pajama shorts down your legs, before you spread your legs. You can see his eyes flutter to your pussy, aching and wet from your earlier ministrations. You press the button and place it gently against your clit, feeling Joel’s hand come to rest at your hip, anchoring you to the bed and to his presence next to you.

“Such a good girl for me,” He murmurs as you start to wine when you press the button again to change the setting, faster and harder vibrations thrumming through your body, “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Feels so good,” You moan, pressing the small bullet more firmly to your clit, eager to find the high you were hurtling towards before he interrupted, “Not as good as you are though.”

Your eyes have fluttered closed as your hips buck every so often with the vibrations, but you can still hear him chuckle and shift himself a little on the bed, “You want me t’help, darlin’?”

“Yes!” You cry out, mostly from the fact that you’re so incredibly close to coming, but also because you can’t ever say no to this man, “Fingers, Joel,” You breath, “Put your fingers inside me.”

You feel his hand trail up the inside of your thigh and you automatically spread your legs wider for him. His fingers dip only slightly inside of you, and you can hear a deep exhale from his mouth, “Jesus baby,” He breathes, “Always so fuckin’ wet for me.”

“You… ohhhh fuck,” He’s slipping one of those fingers inside your pussy, curling it up automatically in the way he’s so quickly learned sends you feral, “You love it, don’t you?” You ask.

“Love that you’re always so ready f’me?” You nod, eyes still closed as the feeling of his finger inside you, teamed with the rampant vibrations on your clit has you teetering on the edge of oblivion, “Course I do.”

He slips his finger from your tight heat and you’re about to complain when he slips it back inside you with another, filled so deliciously. He’s shifted so he’s knelt between your thighs, free hand splayed across your belly to keep you exactly where he wants you.

“Come on baby,” He encourages, “Wound so tight, ain’t ya?” You can only nod, “Come for me darlin’, I know you’re desperate for it.”

It takes another few pumps of his fingers inside you before you’re crashing over the edge. Your legs are quaking, and you can feel yourself clenching tightly around Joel’s fingers as you move the vibrator from your clit, the stimulation just a little too much for you right now.

“Good girl,” Joel has leaned forward, fingers slipping from you, to press a kiss to your forehead, then he’s taking one of your hands and placing it at the front of his jeans, you can clearly feel the outline of his cock straining, “Let me fuck you baby, please?”

You come around from the haze of pleasure at him begging you like that – it’s new. He’s usually commanding, taking exactly what he wants from you, knowing always that you willingly give it to him. You shuffle a little underneath him, Joel pushing himself up to rest on his knees, pulling his shirt over his head and then working his belt from his jeans as you open your bedside drawer, fishing around to find a condom. You’re about to pull one out when Joel’s is crowding over you.

“What’s this?” He pulls out the bright purple silicon that caught his eye.

You let out another groan, not so much of embarrassment this time, more from frustration that you were desperate to have him inside you as soon as possible.

“You got eyes?” You asked, “What does it look like Joel?”

“Looks like a poor substitute for me, is what it looks like.” He’s smirking down at you, rolling the dildo between his hands.

“Put it back in the drawer then,” You’re pulling at his wrist, tugging it back towards its home, “And fuck me instead.”

“Yes, ma’am,” He’s standing quickly from the bed, shedding the rest of his clothes, you’re doing the same, pulling your tank top off, revealing you naked bodies to each other for the first time, “God, you’re a fuckin’ picture baby.”

His big hands are running up the curves of your sides and then he’s pressing a kiss to your lips, rutting his hips into your own. You can feel his throbbing cock, sliding through your folds. You’re almost about to wrap your legs around his waist and pull him inside you when you remember his words from last time.

“Joel,” You mumble, pushing gently at his shoulder as his head is dipped to press kisses along your neck, “Joel!”

“Hmmm?” He lifts his head just enough to listen to you.

You grab the condom that was discarded on the bed and hold it in front of his face. He smiles, taking it from your hands. He settles back on his thighs, and you watch as he tears the packet, deftly rolling it onto his cock in such a practiced motion you were almost jealous of all the women that had come before you to make him the man he is for you. In this moment he is quite possibly the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Broad shoulders and a thin sheen of sweat covering his tanned skin, his dark eyes and soft lips.

He's shuffling closer to you now, hooking you’re the back of your knees in his arms, folding you almost completely in half as he wastes no time at all in slipping himself inside you. This new position has you whining below him. He’s slow in his thrusts to begin with, giving you time to adjust to being spread out and stretched like this.

“God damn baby,” He hisses from above you, “I love bein’ able to take my time with you like this, all spread out for me.”

A moan falls from your lips as he shifts on his knees slightly, pushing himself so deep inside you that the tip of his cock brushes your cervix. No-one before him had even gotten close to the level of pleasure you felt coursing through you at this moment in time.

“Faster,” You beg, gripping onto his biceps as he obliges, “Fuck Joel,” Another filthy moan tumbles from your mouth, “You’re so fucking good to me.”

“I know baby,” He coos, “I know.”

His thrusts don’t let up, in fact, they become more intense and every hit of him bottoming out inside of you has a gasp or a moan leaving your lips. He dips his head to take one of your tits into his mouth, sucking and running the pad of his tongue over your nipple before he switches sides to shower attention on the other. Your hands managed to reach around and find a homme gripping the meat of his ass, almost daring him to go further. It’s delicious, the way his cock brushes the spot inside of you, but you want more, need more from him.

“Joel please,” You almost sob in pleasure, “More, I need more.”

“Darlin’, I can’t give you much more,” He’s chuckling, leaning down to crash his lips to yours, “Why don’t you put your hand on your pussy and make yourself come for me?”

You do exactly that. Your fingers are circling your clit at a brutal pace, desperation to find another high whilst Joel is buried inside of you outweighing the pain of overstimulation you’re feeling. You can hear his own moans falling from his lips as your fingers are bringing you back to the edge.

“Fuck baby, c’mon,” His voice is faltering, and you look up at him, he’s ruined, and you can tell he’s not going to last much longer, “Come for me.”

In all your years of having sex with other people, not that there had been many, you’d always thought that someone demanding you to come was a myth. That there was no way a voice could hold that much power over you. Joel’s voice was different. The low octave, and the way he’s looking down at you as he pounds into your tight pussy, has you arching your back into him whilst you actually scream his name. Your fingers make light work of making sure you’re thoroughly spent through your orgasm, and then all you can focus on is Joel.

His hips are stuttering, and you can tell by the way he’s got his eyes screwed shut and his mouth is hanging open that he’s not going to be far behind you. He opens his eyes, and you make direct eye contact with him, winking as your hands come to your tits, massaging them in your hands and using your fingers to run over your nipples, “You gonna come for me Joel?” You ask, batting your eyelashes with an innocence that is directly justxaposed to the fact that he still has you folded in half and is seconds away from his own ecstasy.

“Fuckin’ hell baby,” He groans, “Gonna be the death of me.”

And then he’s following you, throwing himself over the edge as he stills inside you. His head is buried in the crook of your neck as he groans your name. It’s only now that he’s stopped that you realise how much your body is aching. Almost like he can sense how you feel, he’s finally freeing your knees, letting them drop to the bed and giving you some much needed relief.

He rolls off from your body, collapsing next to you to catch his breath. For the first time since you started whatever this was you curled into his side, draping an arm over his chest, reveling in the feeling of not having to rush anywhere or worry about anyone disturbing you. He wraps his own arm around you, pulling you closer to him as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I gotta get moving, sweetheart,” He speaks softly, “Your dad is gonna have questions about why the attic is takin’ so long, and I can’t exactly admit it’s because I spend most of my workin’ hours balls deep in your pussy.”

You smile, although you’re disappointed. Sure it’s exciting to sneak around and there’s something in the thrill of the risk of getting caught, but there’s a part of you that wishes you could both curl up and fall asleep together and not worry about getting caught like this.

“Alright,” You mumble into his skin, “Get back to work then, Miller.”

You stay planted on the bed, the ache of your bones is delicious and you know you’ll be feeling him for days. You stretch as he discards of the condom in your trash bin, dresses, when a moan of pleasure at the clicking of your back as his head turning to you.

“Didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shake your head, “Just a little sore, but in the good way,” Once he’s got his shirt back on, he’s kissing your lips, “Gonna be feeling you for days Joel.”

“Good,” Another kiss, this time longer and more languid, you think if you pulled his arm he would fall right back into bed with you, but you don’t, you know he’s got work to do, “Just know, the next time I catch you gettin’ yourself off before you ask me for help, I might not be so forgiving.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” You smirk, eyebrow raised.

He’s chuckling and shaking his head, “You naughty little thing, stop distracting me.”

Your hand is motioning for him to leave you, “Go on, get back to work, I need to soak myself in a hot bath to recover.”

He stops in your doorway like he’s thinking of what to do next, “I could help you?”

“Joel!” You throw your discarded shorts across the room at him, “Go!” He holds his hands up in defeat before he’s gone.

You hear his boots on the ladder up to the attic and within minutes the hammering from before is filling the house. You finally manage to drag yourself from your bed, grabbing a fresh set of pyjamas for after your bath. You run the water as hot as you can bare it, filling the water with bubbles before settling into the water. You can still hear Joel working above you and although you had been spent and sated not moments before, your hand is automatically running down your abdomen and between your legs before you know what happening. What Joel doesn’t know, won’t kill him, right?

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candydarlings · 6 months

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Darlings,

Tour D'Or is officially available for those interested!

There are three apartments, one duplex and two identical ones with the price range from a bit over §1000 to a bit over §3000.

The community zone includes a swimming pool and a small outdoor area. There is also a handsome Concierge (as always) to take care of all your Sims' needs, a fake bar and a luxury store window just to give it some realness.

The plan looks like this:

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Big thanks to all CC creators whose work I used for this lot! You rock!

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xoxo, CD

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dizzyjelly · 1 year

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Pool Party

Part 2 here!

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: You and your best friend Ellie go to a pool party together, you kiss in a game of truth or dare then share another one later that night in your bed.

Cw: Reader is characterized to have social anxiety, drinking, brief mention of insecurity but not too bad.

It was the very last month of summer before you'd return to college, and you were doing your best to enjoy every minute of it. Granted that meant spending nearly all your time with your best friend, Ellie. Today was gonna be real fun though because your friend Dina had invited you guys to her boyfriend's for a pool party. She said there'd be drinks and whatnot and you were welcome to stay overnight, but you weren't sure if you were going to or not. Right now it was just getting around to noon and you sat on your back porch swing with Ellie who was sketching in her journal.

"What are you drawing?" You asked as you leaned over, your cheek resting against her arm as you watched her skillfully draw closely.

"That." She muttered, gesturing to your neighbors yard which had a rather large water fountain.

It was quite pretty, and delicate too. The previous owners had it installed and the new ones never bothered removing it, which you found to be smart. You sighed against the auburn haired girls freckled arm, boredom taking over your every being.

"Can we go to lunch before heading to Jesse's?" You asked politely as you brought your hands to wrap around Ellie's forearm.

"Ok sure. Where d'ya wanna go?" She asked, already standing as she closed her journal and tossed it to where she previously sat.

You shrugged, "you pick, you're driving anyway."

"Alright, you got a suit underneath that?" She asked, referring to your yellow sundress.

"Nope, was gonna bring it with." You answered as you walked inside through the sliding door.

Ellie followed you all the way to your bedroom, watching as you opened your top dresser drawer and took out a bathing suit. You'd decided on one of your favorites, a sage green bikini that tied in the back. You smiled to yourself as you thought back to when you'd worn it to the water park with Ellie last month and she told you that you looked gorgeous.

You stuffed the suit into your usual tote bag, along with a black cover-up and spray on sunscreen and tanning lotion. You didn't bother bringing anything else as you didn't really need anymore than that. You now quirked a brow at Ellie.

"You've got a suit on?" You asked

And she simply responded by pulling up her shirt to reveal her black bikini top that appeared to match her red-black shorts which you now realized were swim trunks. You merely nodded your head in response then followed her out to her car. She'd roll the windows down as you got in, it was scorching hot out today. Her AC wouldn't kick in for a few minutes so you let your head peek out the window a bit to feel the breeze.

At each stoplight she'd catch a glance at you, smiling in adoration as you looked so content. Her smile grew even bigger if you were singing along to whatever was playing on the radio, or even better dancing a bit. It didn't take long for Ellie to pull into where she wanted to eat. You stood and followed her into the Subway, there wasn't a long line but it was enough that you waited a few minutes before ordering.

"Els, can you order mine for me?" You'd whisper as the two of you approached the sub station, most of the time you could order yourself but sometimes you just got nervous.

"Of course." She whispered back, staring down at you as you clinged onto her arm and let your eyes roam around the small restaurant.

Once you had your food the two of you sat down in a booth closer to the door. Ellie unpacked everything, opening her chips before taking a large bite from her warm sub. She pinched her fingers together as she smiled with delight at the taste.

"Perfecto." she'd say in an Italian accent, which made you giggle.

As you continued to eat you'd make small talk, and eventually you started asking about the pool party. Ellie was closer with Dina and Jesse that's for sure, so you mostly asked about what they were like. You also asked about how many people there would be and things like that.

"Eh, not too many. I don't know, like at least twenty." She shrugged, immediately taking notice of how your eyes seemed to widen and the way you let out a deep sigh.

"Hey, it'll be fine though, I'll be there." She reassured, and you nodded.

"Yeah, it'll be fine." You smiled.

You'd both finish your food and be ready to head to Jesse's place in no time. You couldn't lie, you were pretty nervous. Not that you hadn't been to parties before, you mostly enjoyed them too. But something about having to wear a swimsuit in front of that many people had you crawling out of your skin. Ellie didn't make any comments to how you chewed at your nails the entire way there.

She pulled into the driveway and you leaned over the middle console to reach into the backseat for your tote bag. As much as she tried not to, Ellie immediately took notice to your ass and how your little dress rode up your thighs just perfectly. She mentally slapped herself and brought her gaze back to the windshield. You threw your bag over your shoulder and followed Ellie as she walked inside the house.

"Come on, I'll take you to the bathroom so you can change, yeah?" You nodded and followed her upstairs, walking into the bathroom.

"Um, its the one that ties in the back so I'm gonna need your help, kay?" Ellie nodded in response and waited outside the door for you to call her in.

You clicked your tongue a few times as you shimmied out of your dress, discarding your undergarments as well. You slipped on the bottoms and got the top on just to cover your breasts. You cracked the door open, a sign that Ellie could come in. She walked in and shut the door behind her, your bare back faced her. Your breath hitched for a moment as her rough but soft hands grazed your back as she pulled at the strings, tying them into a little bow.

You turned around to face her with a thankful smile, stuffing your clothes into your bag then linking your arm with her own and letting her take you outside to the back. There were definitely more than twenty people there, and you already felt nervous. Ellie could tell by the way you pulled your cover up over yourself uncomfortably, but she always knew how to make you feel better.

"You look great in that suit by the way. It's my favorite one of yours y'know." She leaned down to whisper in your ear, and it was the confidence boost you'd clearly needed as you stopped wrapping your arm over your stomach consciously.

"Thanks." Your smile was a mile wide as you looked over at her, and hers the same.

You set your bag down on one of the pool chairs then took a seat on it, watching as Ellie walked to a table of drinks to get something for each of you. You felt out of place as there were groups of people all around, talking and laughing with each other. But then Dina came to say hi to you, she was dripping as she'd already taken a dip in the pool.

"Hey Y/n!" She gave you a hug, wetting you slightly.

"Hi Dina." You smiled as you wrapped your arms around her, cringing a bit at how her wet hair dripped on your shoulder.

"Oh, shit sorry. I saw you in your suit so I just figured-" She started to ramble.

"It's fin, really. Don't worry about it" You shrugged with a smile and she nodded.

Ellie returned with two red solo cups, handing one to you as she wrapped her arm loosely around Dinas waist as a greeting. You gave her a small thank you as you began to sip on it. Minutes would go by as the three of you talked, your drink was forgotten about as you set it on the table beside your pool chair, getting lost in the conversation. A few minutes later Ellie finished her drink and discarded her shirt with your pile of things.

"You wanna hop in?" She asked you as she tilted her head towards the pool, which was unfortunately filled with people.

"Yeah!" You agreed anyways, probably because you were a bit tipsy.

You removed your cover up then followed Ellie as she walked in at the steps, making her way to the middle of the pool so she was halfway submerged in water. You met her there, the water cupping just below your chest as you were a bit shorter than she was. Ellie chuckled at the sight of you, bringing her hands to rest on your waist underneath the water. You smiled at her, a faint blush spreading across your face at her rather intimate touch.

It wasn't unusual for Ellie to get handsy when she drank, so you were used to it. But it still never failed to fluster you each and every time. Today you were feeling rather bold because you brought your own hands to rest at the back of her neck. The two of you just stood there, smiling at each other. That was until some dude decided to cannon ball and splashed the both of you, leaving you both soaked.

"Ah, fuck!" You shouted with a groan.

Ellie just raised her arm to the side of her head with a grimace on her face, remaining mostly unbothered. You, however, were extremely pissed. Angrily, you made your way to the steps and stomped out of the pool. Ellie followed you out with a sigh. You rushed over to your seat, wrapping a towel around yourself with a grumpy frown.

"Y/n, come on, it's not that big of a deal. It's a pool party!" Ellie was just trying to be kind as she sat behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Well, it's a big deal to me!" You shouted at her before throwing your towel at the poor girl and walking over to pour yourself another drink.

Ellie closed her eyes with a sigh, setting the towel down on the chair. If you were going to be acting like this, she didn't wanna be around you. So she found her way to Dina and Jesse instead. You felt a slight pang of disappointment at the lack of her when you went back to your chair, but you were quickly occupied by some guy as he walked over to sit next to you.

"So, how do you know Dina?" He asked, taking a sip of his own drink.

"Friend of a friend I guess." You shrugged.

"Sweet, you here with anyone?" He asked as he looked your figure up and down.

"Yeah, Ellie." You were quick to answer, oblivious as to what he was really asking.

"Oh, got it." He got up and left you alone after that.

You were confused, but didn't let it bother you long. You were on your third drink now and had the courage to make your way over to Ellie who was sitting with Dina. Jesse had been with them moment prior, but now he was busy jumping off the diving board and hollering like a child.

"Hey." You greeted shyly as you sat beside Ellie, close enough that your bare thighs touched.

"Hi." She muttered as she shot you a glance, one that said 'you done being a bitch?'

You sat silently for a while, your leg bouncing nervously as you were unsure of what to say. Eventually you found your words, leaning over to whisper in your best friend's ear as your hand landed on her thigh for support.

"I'm sorry." You meant it genuinely.

"It's ok, I know." She'd whisper back in your ear, then place a small kiss to your shoulder as a sign of affection.

You smiled to yourself a bit, your hand coming back to rest in your lap as you finished your drink. Dina offered to grab you another and you weren't gonna say no. Ellie was growing concerned at your state, which caused her to ask you,

"How many have you had?" She quirked a brow.

"Only three." You shrugged as if it wasn't a lot.

"Only!? Jeez woman. You're lucky I'm driving." She muttered to herself as she shook her head.

You, Ellie, and Dina just sat and talked while you and Dina downed your drinks. Ellie decided to cut you off, at least for a bit. She had you drinking strictly water as she said she didn't want to hold your hair back while you threw up later. Reluctantly, you agreed with her, because you knew she was ultimately right. Some time passed and Dina called Jesse over.

"Hey babe, what do you think of moving inside? It's just getting kinda dark out.." She asked him.

"Yeah, that'd be chill. Yo, everyone! Yall can come inside if you want!" He shouted to all the party guests.

Ellie helped you collect your things and put your cover up on. You smiled at her as you held her hand whilst you two walked inside. Once you were inside, Dina suggested you play a game of truth or dare. You looked at Ellie, waiting to see if she wanted to or not. She shrugged and just said 'why the hell not' and now there were about fifteen people sat in a circle on Jesse's living room floor.

After hearing some vulgar stories and watching some people consume very gross things, you were finally asked the infamous question.

"Y/n, truth or dare?" The guy asking you had been the one who approached you earlier.

"Truth." You answered.

"Ok, rate your last hook up out of 10." He chuckled.

"Eh, I'd say like a 7." You were quick to answer, unembarrassed of your sex life.

"Jesse, truth or dare?" You asked.

"Dare all the way." He answered confidently.

"I dare you to show us your drivers license." You smiled.

He wasn't that embarrassed about it either which yoh were surprised by. Typically people hated their license photo, but not this guy. Once everyone had seen it Jesse asked Ellie.

"Truth or dare?" He questioned.

"Uh dare I guess." She shrugged.

"Ok I dare you to kiss the hottest person in this room. Guy or girl." He crossed his arms smugly.

Ellies face immediately flushed red. You laughed a bit from where you say next to her. Then you stopped as you wondered who she would kiss. There were lots of attractive people here, maybe that redhead that'd been eyeing her the whole game. But you couldn't have been more shocked when she looked at you. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched as she licked her lips, moving to sit in front of you.

Your hesrt was going a mile a minute as she brought her hand to cup your cheek then leaned in. Here emerald green eyes meeting your own just before her lips met yours. She tasted faintly of booze and mint, chewing gum you assumed. You melted into her touch with a smile. And then it was over and the game resumed. You couldn't believe that really happened, and before you knew it you stood up to excuse yourself to the bathroom.

There you stood, staring at your drunk self in the slightly dirty bathroom mirror as you ran a hand through your hair haphazardly. You blew a deep sigh out of your mouth, what the hell just happened. You wondered what this meant for you and Ellie, if it would change things between you two. But mostly you were scared because you knew you really wanted to kiss her again. After deciding you'd hidden in the small restroom long enough you made your way back out. You sat beside Ellie rather close as you wrapped a hand around her forearm.

"Can we leave? I wanna go." You asked her.

"Oh, sure I guess." She seemed taken aback.

The two of you said your goodbyes to Dina and Jesse before heading out to the car. You sat through the ride back silently. Ellie pulled into your driveway and let out a small sigh, biting down on her lip.

"Do you... want me to stay?" She asked, looking over at you.

"Yeah, yeah." You nodded and the two of you went inside.

Ellie sat in your living room and browsed your TV for something to watch while you got changed in your room. Suddenly everything was going to your head. All the times Sllie would put her hands on your waist, or how she'd hug you a little bit longer than anyone else. The way she'd kissed you tonight, like you were made of glass. What did it all mean.

You exited your room now in an oversized t-shirt and small pj shorts. The shirt which happened to be Ellies that you'd stolen a long time ago. She smiled as she saw you.

"Hey." She spoke softly.

"Hey." You replied shyly.

You sat beside her, bringing your legs up onto the couch as you sat crisscross applesauce. Ellie got comfortable and so did you. Which meant you laid your head on her shoulder while she wrapped an arm around you and rubbed at your shoulder with her thumb. She hit play on the movie but you weren't even paying it any attention. All you could focus on was Ellie. Ellie Ellie Ellie. And her lips. Her hands. Just everything about her.

And since she wasn't a complete idiot, she noticed you staring. She did her best to ignore it, but after a minute or two she just couldn't anymore.

"Is there something on my face?" She turned to ask you.

"What? No." You shook your head, confused.

"Ok, you're just like kinda staring. I don't know." She shrugged, bringing her attention back to the movie.

"Ellie?" She turned to face you once again.

"W-why did you kiss me tonight?" You asked, looking down as you were far too embarrassed to make eye contact with the girl.

"Oh..." Now she sat and stared for a minute, "uh I don't know. I just- I didn't really feel like kissing some rando." She lied.

"Oh, ok." You nodded your head, slightly disappointed.

The two of you finished the movie and you were wiped, so you stood to make your way to your bedroom. You looked back at Ellie who stayed sat on the couch.

"You coming to bed?" You asked from your doorframe.

"Oh, yeah." She got up and followed you, climbing into bed after you did.

You lied there in silence for a bit, you facing the wall and Ellie staring at your back. Until you decided to turn around, and just look at the girl in front of you.

"Ellie" You whispered her name so delicately.

"Hm?" She answered.

"Would you... k-kiss me again?" You asked, trying to sound bold and confident.

"W-what?" She responded, taken aback.

"Uh, nevermind. Sorry that was stupid." You chuckled awkwardly.

But before you could turn around again, she was pulling you in. You sighed into the kiss as your hands found their way into her hair, gripping and pulling lightly. You let out a small whimper as she pulled you on top of her, her back against your headboard as your lips moved perfectly together.

Once you finally pulled away all you could do was smile at her. She smiled too, holding your face with one hand and caressing your cheek with the other rested on your waist. After a minute you slid down her body so that your head was resting on her chest. She held you in her arms and the two of you fell asleep together. Maybe you didn't know what this meant for you and Ellie, but it couldn't have been bad.

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 1 year

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Summer | Wanda Maximoff

A Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe Story

Summary: Summer in Westview is quite the adventure :)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Mild language, innuendo

Word Count: 2.7K

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The week you took vacation from work was the hottest week on record for the small suburban town of Westview, New Jersey. There were a million things on your to do list, but the sweltering heat and stifling humidity sapped all of your energy. The shed needed to be painted, the driveway needed resealing, and you promised Wanda that you’d finally go through the boxes of “stuff” that were sitting in the basement. Yet all you wanted to do was sit on the back porch with a beer, work on your tan, and stare out over the sparkling ripples of water in the pool that you didn’t have…until today.

It was meant to be a surprise for Billy and Tommy, but you and Wanda both had to admit that you were excited, too. Talk of a pool started as a joke. The idea of actually going through with it seemed absurd at first: the yard wasn’t all too big, taking care of a pool was a lot of work, it wasn’t exactly cheap to have it installed in the first place…your shared list of excuses stretched on and on. Yet the more the two of you joked about it, the more you found yourselves falling in love with the idea of your own personal oasis.

Keeping the pool a secret wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be. Although Billy and Tommy often made passing remarks about wanting a pool as the temperature rose, Wanda kept them in check with a smart remark about money not growing on trees or an eye roll. More often than not they dropped the subject. But it was frequently followed by a subtle smirk or knowing glance in your direction: the boys had no idea what was coming.

On this hot and hazy Thursday morning, after Billy and Tommy were picked up by the school bus on their way to summer day camp, the local pool installation company pulled into the driveway. Since you were getting an above ground pool, it would be finished before the boys got home from camp.

“So who’s gonna get in the water first?” you asked Wanda as you sat in your Adirondack chairs on the back porch. “Billy or Tommy?”

“Tommy. Definitely. I’m not even sure he’ll change out of his clothes before he jumps in,” Wanda chuckled. She swirled her straw around the glass of freshly squeezed iced tea, the ice cubes clanking around the glass as she looked out at the two workers setting up the walls of the pool.

“And you’re sure we can’t get in as soon as they’re done filling it up? That we have to wait for the boys to get home?”

“Y/N-”

“Only kidding, my love,” you retorted. Truthfully you weren’t kidding. The donut floaty wasn’t for them…

******

“Still can’t believe we actually did this,” you thought aloud, skimming your hand across the surface of the water. The sun bounced its crisp surface as the blue liner sparkled brightly underneath the ripples. You smiled as your fingers broke the surface.

“The boys are going to love it,” Wanda replied as she splashed the water around.

“Yeah, sure, they’ll love it, but think of all the fun we’ll have with it.”

“Oh?”

“Two words: skinny dipping.”

“Y/N!” Wanda blushed bright red at your devilish thought, but you knew that she was just as excited about the prospect of a late night nude swim as you were. You ducked out of the way when she splashed water in your direction. “We have neighbors!”

“And-?”

“I don’t think Agnes would appreciate seeing either of us naked.”

“We don’t know that,” you answered with a knowing grin.

“Keep it up and you’ll be the one going in the pool with your clothes on,” she warned. Suddenly Wanda reached for her pocket, her soft marimba text tone echoing softly against the soft hum of the pool pump. “Shit,” she muttered.

“What?”

“Kate called out, they’re one girl short for the 3-11 shift,” Wanda sighed.

“Do you want to go in?” you asked.

“Not really, but it looks like I’ll have to.” Wanda placed her phone in her back pocket, rubbing her temples as she stared into the pool.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I can watch the boys tonight. It’ll be some good bonding time for us.”

“No, I know you can watch them, I just wanted to be home for this tonight.”

“I mean I don’t know about them but I think I can find a way to make it up to you later,” you teased with a wink. Wanda merely shook her head and smiled as she headed back inside.

“Sex isn’t always the answer to everything, Y/N,” she replied over her shoulder.

“Who said I was talking about sex?!”

******

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” You extended both arms in front of you as Billy and Tommy jumped off the school bus and ran up the front porch.

“He did it!” Tommy yelled, pointing an accusing finger at his twin.

“What did I do?” Billy exclaimed. “Whatever it is, he did it!” The accusation sent the two into a back and forth of hearsay until you managed to intervene before push came to shove.

“Woah! Take it easy, dudes. No one’s in trouble. Your mom got called into work so it’s just us tonight. Which is cool. We were just gonna grill up some burgers for dinner later, but there is a surprise for you in the backyard.”

“Dirt bikes?!” Tommy asked giddily.

“A trampoline?!” Billy asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

“Why don’t you go out back and check it out for yourself?” You grinned at them as you lowered your arms, allowing them to push each other out of the way as they trampled up the steps of the front porch. “Don’t kill each other before you get there!”

Before long shouts and cries of awe and excitement echoed from the backyard. There was no doubt that they were overjoyed at the sight of the brand new pool. It didn’t take that much longer for them to rid themselves of their backpacks and t-shirts and scramble into the crisp, cool water. You laughed to yourself, extremely grateful that you yourself didn’t have to wait any longer to indulge. Throwing on your swim trunks, which you pre-set in the downstairs bathroom, you practically dove in on top of the boys.

The three of you spent the next few hours splashing about in the cool water. Billy was the first one to find your donut floaty, much to your chagrin. You instantly felt you had to reclaim your rightful place on said floaty so naturally you flipped him off and climbed inside. That started an intense game of king of the hill. Tommy convinced Billy to team up against you. They attempted to sneak around you and swim up from underneath the floaty in an effort to flip you over. They failed. Multiple times. Eventually you ended up dunking both of them, flipping them off the floaty after they thought they had you beat.

Once you were thoroughly waterlogged, you grabbed your towel to dry off. The boys begged to stay in just a little bit longer. You relented only on the condition that nobody mention it to Wanda. That was the mantra of the evening: don’t tell Wanda. Don’t tell Wanda you flipped both boys underwater, don’t tell Wanda you let them stay in the pool for as long as they did, and definitely don’t tell Wanda how you accidentally set Agnes’ tree on fire.

******

“Y/N, are you sure you were a Boy Scout?” Tommy asked as you failed to spark the bonfire for the dozenth time.

“I don’t think he was a real Boy Scout ‘cause we’d definitely have a huge fire by now,” Billy whispered rather loudly to Tommy.

“Either one of you think you could do a better job?” You twisted around, lighter alternating between their reluctant faces. The stunned silence gave you their answer. “That’s what I thought,” you responded as you turned back to the firepit. Standing there, hands on your hips, you harrumphed at the pitiful pile of sticks in front of you. Normally it was no trouble starting a fire. You’d done it plenty of times before. Something just wasn’t working.

“Now what?” Billy asked, his head cocked at an angle as he watched you staring at the pit.

Sighing, you rubbed your temples as you weighed your options. There was no way you were going to let the night end without some sort of pyrotechnic display. That and you really wanted a s’more. So there was only one real option left: a little bit of help.

“Hey Tommy, can you go grab the can of gas from the garage? And Billy, can you go grab the newspaper from the counter?”

“Seriously? Mom’s gonna kill you,” Billy told you.

“And that’s why we’re not going to tell her about this, okay?” Billy, always his mother’s son, rolled his eyes before heading to the kitchen. Tommy, on the other hand, sprinted toward the garage. Once the boys returned, you doused the kindling with the accelerant and wadded up the newspaper, stuffing it in every nook and cranny. “Alright, now stand back. I don’t want you two too close in case this thing goes poof.” Grabbing the box of matches, you struck three against the side of the box and tossed them onto the pile.

The resulting explosion was impressive to say the least. The shockwave from the ignition caused you to stumble backwards as a fireball shot high into the sky. Billy and Tommy both cheered as the fire came into existence, but they weren’t the only ones yelling.

“MY TREE’S ON FIRE!” Agnes yelled out the window. “YOU SET MY TREE ON FIRE! WHY IS MY TREE ON FIRE?!”

“Shit!” you muttered as you raced for the hose. You apologized profusely as you sprayed the water over Agnes’ tree and the fire itself, extinguishing everything until it was a smoldering mess. The boys muttered to themselves the entire time, watching wide eyed as you scrambled to put out the fire and Agnes leaned out her bedroom window in her nightgown to yell at you about trying to kill her.

“Does this fall under the ‘don’t tell mom’ category?” Billy asked not-so-innocently.

“Breathe a word of this to your mother and I drain the pool.”

******

Wanda returned from her shift around 11:30. The boys were already asleep and you were on the couch with another beer trying to figure out how to keep Wanda from learning about your near-disaster with the bonfire. It felt like the future of your relationship rested on how well Billy and Tommy could keep their mouths shut.

“Hey,” Wanda called softly as you heard her bag thud to the floor. “How’d it go with the boys?”

“Oh you know,” you replied. “They kept trying to drown each other in the pool and then when I got in they tried to drown me.”

“And everyone tells me boys are easier than girls,” Wanda sighed. “Or at least that’s what Agnes tells me. She tells me a lot of things, you know.”

“Oh?” Shit. She knew. “Like what?”

“Like how you practically blew up the neighborhood a few hours ago.” Wanda stood in front of you, her arms crossed as she glared down at you.

“Okay she’s exaggerating. It wasn’t the whole neighborhood, it was just the backyard.” That wasn’t making things any better. Wanda continued glaring at you. You couldn’t tell whether she was going to murder you in your sleep or do it right there.

“It’s a good thing I love you, mister, or you’d be sleeping on the couch for a month,” she scolded as she shook her head. You gulped as a wave of relief flooded over your body. “Now how’s the water?”

“What?”

“The water. In the pool. How is it?”

“Uhh fine, good. Refreshing? Wanda-”

“Come on,” she said, extending her hand. “Let’s go for a swim.”

“Now?! Wanda, it’s almost midnight!”

“And?” she replied as she pulled her t-shirt off.

“You brought your swimsuit to work?” you asked, casually pointing at her burnt orange bikini top. “You brought a bikini to work?” You were practically drooling as Wanda undid the buttons on her jean shorts, sliding them down her legs and kicking them in your direction. All she did was smirk. “Goddamn, woman.”

“Go get yours on and meet me outside.” She turned on her heel and walked toward the backyard, her bikini bottoms leaving nothing to the imagination.

You raced upstairs for your swim trunks, the other pair you knew Wanda would love. There was no way you’d wear these ones around the boys for obvious reasons, but around your lover? Without a second thought. The bright red, three inch, leave nothing to the imagination shorts were packed deep in the depths of your underwear drawer. You pulled them out, quickly exchanging your gym shorts for the trunks before dashing back downstairs.

Wanda was already in the pool by the time you got outside. In the pale moonlight, your girlfriend was ethereal. The light reflected off her pale skin, dancing on the soft ripples of water. She was sitting in your donut floaty. Her head rested on the plastic frosting and her eyes were closed in a state of relaxation. Her feet kicked lazily in the cool water, beads of water rolling down her legs as she let the stress of her unexpected shift melt off her. She looked absolutely at peace.

Yeah, we’re gonna fix that, you thought as you walked over to the pool. Taking great care, you climbed the ladder as quietly as you could and entered the water with the utmost stillness you could muster. You shivered as the water creeped up your legs and over your waist as you crouched down. The pool wasn’t too big so you didn’t have far to swim. As soon as you were underneath Wanda, you pushed against the bottom of the pool and upward, completely tossing her off the floaty and into the water.

Wanda screeched as she felt herself fly off the floaty and into the water. She kicked and sputtered as she came up for air. You, on the other hand, were doubled over in laughter.

“What the HELL, Y/N?!” Wanda shouted as you continued laughing.

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized between laughs. Wanda looked absolutely furious as she cocked her head at you, pushing a wet strand of hair out of her face.

“Fine. If that’s how you want it.” With that, Wanda began wading over toward you with a devilish look in her eyes.

“Wanda, what are-?” Before you could finish your thought, your girlfriend wrapped you in her strong arms and practically body slammed you underwater. The waves crashed over you again and again before settling. “Not fair!” you sputtered, coughing up the water you were currently choking on.

“You started it!” Wanda reminded you.

“You’re insufferable.”

“And your dick looks huge in those trunks,” she smirked, glancing down at the shorts that had practically molded themselves to your body.

“Didn’t think I needed the trunks for that statement to be true, Wands,” you replied cheekily.

“Oh you don’t. I’m just admiring the presentation, that’s all.” Wanda waded toward you as she continued to eye your bulge. “And you’ve even got it wrapped up in a nice bow. How thoughtful.”

“Here? Right now?” Your heart caught in your throat as she slipped her fingers inside the waistband of your shorts.

“Weren’t you the one who suggested we go skinny dipping earlier?”

“Come on babe, I was just joking.”

“I know,” Wanda chuckled as she tugged your waistband toward her. “I’m just teasing. But I think you could stand to loosen up a little.”

“I…you’re not wrong there.” You shook your head as you laughed at her.

“The boys asleep?” she asked, glancing up toward their room. You nodded, noticing the lack of light coming from the room. “Basement?”

“Works for me,” you shrugged. You yelped as Wanda snapped your waistband back against you.

“Come on, tiger. I don’t wanna wait much longer.”

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Mer!Legato x Reader Headcanons

!!These are NSFW Hcs, so minors and ageless blogs please DNI!!

Prompt: reader rescues a rather prickly mermaid, antisocial and gluttonous. Reader is an astrologist, and spends most of their time outside or swimming in their Saltwater pool. Runs a rehabilitation centre for marine life.

TW: smut, interspecies sex, female anatomy, rough sex, oral (f!receiving), tail riding (think thigh riding but with a tail), exhibitionism/voyeurism, masturbation, choking, belly bulging, breeding kink, breath play, overstimulation, impregnation.

You ran a rehabilitation centre for marine life, rescuing aquatic creatures of all varieties. Yet you had never expected the sight before you, shocked at the tangled mermaid screeching in its restraints.

From there on started a rather long, exhausting journey of recovery for the creature of myth, one you didn't have the facility for. You searched each of your works' tanks, none compatible for holding your delightful guest. So, guess what the head of board ultimately decided: take him home.

And that was how you got stuck with an overly stand-offish mermaid, now overprotective of the small lake pool he deemed his territory. Still tangled in the fishing net, as no one was capable of approaching without clawed nails swiping at them, not even anesthesia worked.

The greatest disappointment was not being able to relax in saltwater pool you had installed, watching from an outdoor bench as Legato glared at you from the water's surface. He was unable to swim properly, the sharp hooks of the fishing net causing too much pain if caught in something; opting to accept the fate of living with the rope rubbing against his scales.

One particular morning marked a great accomplishment for your relationship with the prickly mermaid, rushing out at the sound of panicked screeches. It seemed he had gotten caught on one of the thick forests of water lilies, the hooks of the net digging into his gills, skin and one dangerously against his throat. With lack of better judgement, you rushed to aid the creature, resulting in a nasty injury.

Legato had understandably lashed out, claws slashing your fragile skin as blood beaded against your flesh rapidly. He had expected you to retreat, abandon him in his current predicament; alas you had proven him wrong. You disregarded the bleeding limb, ignoring how he screeched at the hand on his throat. Sharp teeth sunk into your forearm, a scream erupting from yourself as you pulled away, hook in hand as you clutched your bleeding arm.

The vicious mermaid, fangs bared in defense finally felt the relief of the absent hook, chirps of confusion as his hand ran along the vulnerable section of skin. He flashed you a suspicious glare, noticing the hook between your fingers, and the tears from the aftershock of his aggression.

You avoided him for a while, mostly unhappy about the hospital bill you received from your care of the wounds. You kept your distance, space something you thought the mermaid needed. Yet Legato didn't seem all that pleased he wasn't receiving attention, tail slapping the water with quiet disgruntled irritation.

Over the week, the pouting mermaid grew more agitated towards your cold shoulder towards him. It got the point that Legato crawled out of the water, pulling himself towards your relaxed form on a pool lounge. The sight of the mermaid startled you, not at all expecting the creature to exit the water. He had you pinned, towered over your quivering form as he glared down at you.

You expected him to attack you, aware of his overly aggressive behaviour. Except he didn't. Legato pulled his body to the side, demanding chirps directed towards you. It took a while until you understood his agitated chirps, hands gripping the remaining fishing net, slowly untangling it.

The relief was evident in the way Legato sighed, head rested upon his arms as you tugged the net loose, freeing the mermaid entirely. He looked at you through his dried hair, eyes squinted as he let out a drawled noise. Evidently, you had no idea what he was saying, which didn't up end needing clarification as Legato disappeared back into the water.

After that day, Legato had been more willing towards your presence. You even learned he was quite the glutton, screaming as he lunged towards the feeding bucket, the first time he accepted food you'd brought. He'd snatch the food, quite literally inhaling the food, staring at you expectantly like he wanted more. When you denied him, he grew bitter, throwing a silent temper tantrum.

You'd studied astrology for years, and after weeks of housing the distant mermaid you decided to try and figure out his zodiac sign. You concluded he was Scorpio, excitedly explaining this to him. Legato didn't appreciate the tangent, mostly because he didn't understand a word you were saying, swimming off mid-conversation.

You lived pretty distant from anyone, spending most nights outside under the starry sky. And at times that lead to some pretty risky nights of self-indulgence. Sometimes you'd forget about the mermaid's existence, one-night in particular, laying on a cushioned pool lounge as your fingers graced along your clothed cunt. Your bikini bottom was easily moved to the side, fingers gathering your slick before pumping in and out of your pussy.

Eyes watched the scene, Legato letting out prolonged chatter. The sight had him wiggling his hips, the water disturbed at the movement, instantly gaining your attention. As expected, you slapped your legs closed, face bright red as the mermaid pouted at your actions.

He pulled himself out of the water, laid on his stomach and 'innocently' beckoned you over. You shyly approached, skeptical of the creature's intentions as he gripped your waist, webbed hands cold as he clawed off your bikini bottoms. Legato hoisted him up, freakishly long tongue dragging along your wet folds, the taste dancing along his tastebuds. A pleased chirp left him, diving hungrily forward, mouth attacking your pussy with hungry sucks, licks and nibbles. You struggled to stay standing, collapsing a few times onto Legato's unexpected face, he growled at those instances.

It grew more frustrating at your regular falters, his neck starting to ache as your legs buckled once more, hands clawing as his scalp. Legato pulled away, angry hisses sounded as he flopped onto his back, dragging you down on top of his tail. You were aided with grinding your hips along his rough tail, cunt dragging your juices along the slit that housed his inhuman cock, unknown by you.

Your grinding was relentless, chasing your high as your voice sang sweetly as that ball began twisting in your gut, growing at each pull towards him. As your release came crashing over yourself, voice crying out loudly as your orgasm crashed over you. Those slick juices pooled over the slit shielding his cock, a sly smirk tugged at his lips.

A shuddered cry echoed around the pool's edge, your legs quivered violently as his cock slipped snuggly inside those warm walls, filling you until it pressed painfully against your cervix. Legato flipped you over, once again pinning you down on the gravelly mud by the water's edge, only you didn't stay there. You were dragged into the salty water, still impaled on the foreign cock of the mermaid that pulled you deeper into the water.

From your position, you struggled to keep your head above water, spluttering and begging the usually defiant mermaid to hold you up. He didn't, in fact Legato did the exact opposite. Hand gripped your throat, shoving you below the surface, hips thrusting into your cunt at a ruthless pace.

As the suffocation began to cloud your mind, vision and sense, you couldn't help but let loose a few muffled moans, legs wrapped loosely around Legato's waist. Black dots formed within your vision, warm seed filling your orgasming pussy, finally you were pulled above the surface, gasping desperately for air.

Yet Legato wasn't done yet, flashing you a toothy grin as he hoisted you onto the decorative rock in the center of the pool, starting the second round of cruel sex. Round after round, each resulting in another shot of cum fucked into your loosened cunt, your stomach practically bulged at the overload of semen leaking out of you.

Your body shivered, the cold of night catching up to your exposed body, skin pruning at being half submerged. The sun had crept along the horizon, Legato became aware of your tear-stained face, dark circles under your eyes at being kept up all night. It was a rather amusing sight, one that had Legato chirp in pleasure, tongue dragged along your face as if tasting your tears brought him immeasurable joy. He'd certainly take pleasure in ruining you again, reminding you of your place in his narrative.

One faithful morning, a week after the incident with the unaffected mermaid, you were sipping your coffee, checking your daily horoscopes. Today's one confused you, brows furrowed as you huffed out in annoyance, it sounded like some cheap fortune cookie prediction. "Something unexpected is to happen, whether you take joy in the announcement or not."

Turns out, you were pregnant. And you were not at all thrilled by that discovery, you weren't overly fond of children and having your own was an option you weren't ready for. You told the news to the indifferent mermaid, who seemed to prefer blowing bubbles rather than listening. Seemed as if Legato didn't prefer children either, the news coming as more of hindrance than excitement, guess using you as his own personal toy was going to be more frustrating if this kept happening.

Despite that, Legato did have a form of reserved affection towards you, now choosing to lounge close by your side. At times he'd call for you, on those odd occasions he'd want affection, yet he never truly acknowledged the bump growing over the months. He wanted you, not some grubby child that may need to share his lake pool, it was his territory!

Either way, Legato refused any attempt at his release back into the ocean, even hospitalizing a worker at they tried drugging him. So now you were stuck with him, not that you truly minded, it was nice relaxing in silence with the brooding mermaid. A mermaid that despite your pregnant belly would still fuck you until you were a drooling, incoherent mess. His personal damsel in his cruel story of self-preservation.

A/N: Hiya everyone! Hope you enjoyed this new iteration on my Mermaid Headcanons, and my newest simpage on emo boy Legato. Again, feel free to give me any constructive criticism on his character, this is the first published work on him and I'm open to any feedback!

Also I got the idea he was Scorpio from a personality analysis on Legato's character, it's really in-depth and I'll link it here for anyone interested in giving it a read.

Enjoy and have have a lovely day/night!

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Dads best friend

Aizawa and Present Mic are 45 and Reader is 25. Present Mic had you when he was only 20 and unfortunately you mom died during childbirth. He has been an amazing father to you since.

Warnings: smut and cursing.

“Okay bye.” Aizawa said hanging up his phone. “Is everything ok?” you questioned the man in front of you. “Yeah, everything is good. Your dad is fine, his surgery went well. We can go see him tomorrow the doctor just want him to rest for a bit more.” Shota replied with a relieved sigh. “He is stable for now which is a good thing and they want to keep an eye on him through the night that is also why we can’t visit.” He continued.

“Thank the heaven for that. I really don’t know how I would survive without him. He is after all my dad and I don’t want him to go yet we still have so much to do. I still have so much to show him.” You said with tears in your eyes. “I miss him so, so much, I haven’t been away from him in so long.” You said, lightly crying now.

“I know Y/N/N. But everything is okay and he will make a full recovery. He is okay” Shota replied pulling you into his arms. His heart breaking as you sniffled trying to keep your tears at bay. Hizashi is his best friend and he also don’t know how he would survive without his loud best friend and that is why he is feeling like a shitty friend for how he is looking at you.

He knows it is wrong but he can’t stop. Hizashi would kill Shota if he ever found out about the dreams he has been having about you every few nights. Waking up with a boner with no one to help him blow a load.

“Do you want to do something in the meanwhile?” he questioned you with a small smile. “Do you wanna go eat or see a new movie?” Aizawa asked pulling away from the hug even though he didn’t really want to let you go just yet.

“Can we go for a swim.” You queried. “Oh sure. I could go for a dip.” He said smiling at you. If he is going to hell he might as well enjoy life a bit more. “I believe we could really do with a good jump in the pool. Especially after the week we both had” He chuckled with you just nodding along.

“Let’s change into our bathing suits and meet at the pool in five?” “Yeah, sounds good.” You giggled running to your room excited to show Aizawa your new bikini even if it is not going to stay on very long.

“Let’s do that.” He mumbled looking at your jiggling butt as you run up the stairs. “Mmmh I could get used to that.” He whispered continuing to stare at your ass not knowing you heard him and you couldn’t be happier.

Shota was the first one out and decided to climb in the pool to settle his growing crotch. Adjusting his swimming trunks as you glided out the back door. ‘Holy fuck. I am so going to hell for this.’ He thought. ‘All I wanna do is fuck her.’ He continued with his naughty thoughts. The water helping with his issue a little bit.

Sighing he laid his head on the edge of the pool just laying back and enjoying the water in this warm weather. ‘Thank you, Mic, for installing a pool.’ Is all Aizawa could think to distract him from you in that blue bikini.

As you laid down your towel Aizawa looked up at you with a grin. You waved at him with a laugh and started pulling on your bikini top strings. “How is the water?” You asked pulling off the top causing the man in the pool to stutter over his words. “It’s lovely.”

Next to go is your bikini bottoms throwing it next to the top you begin walking into the pool. “Uuh, what are you doing?” the teacher questioned. “I did not want my new bikini to get wet.” You replied innocently looking at his shocked face.

“You know…” he trailed off as you sat next to him on the swimming pool stair. “You know you can’t be naked in here. Especially with me in here.” “Why are you getting hard?” you asked him with a teasing smile. “What, no. NO!” he exclaimed looking at your face trying not to look down at your breasts. “Are you going to fuck me?” you asked and all Aizawa could do was choke out no a few times not knowing what else to say.

“What are you even saying I am old enough to be your father. In fact, I am as old as your father.” He stated causing you to giggle. “So I am 25 I can make my own decisions.” You retorted. Smiling at the shocked look on his face.

“No, I am…” he cut himself off not knowing what else to do. “You have like three hours to fuck me before my friends arrive.” You said with a grin. “What are you going to do?” you asked prolonging the o.

‘Don’t do it Aizawa. She is half your age. She is 25 but she is still your best friends daughter. Who is in the hospital because of a car crash might I add.’ The little angel on his right side said.

He struggled with his inner demons. All you could do is play with your boobs biting your lip as you look at him contemplating the idea. Hoping he will consider the thought.

‘Fucking do it. You have been having dreams about her since she was 21. Here she is presenting herself like a gift. Yours for the taking. How often do you get the opportunity to fuck her. Fuck her brains out.’ Little demon Aizawa countered little angel Aizawa. “Fuck it.” Aizawa mumbled pulling you into his lap pressing his lips against your with urgency.

Kissing him felt amazing. You have been dreaming of kissing him since you graduated from UA. Moving your lips against his you felt his hands wandering at your hips and you planted them right on your breasts.

Aizawa getting into the rhythm of you grinding on his lap your pussy lip spreading over this swimming trunks. Shota pulled you up and plopped you outside of the pool, attaching his lips to your neck causing a moan to leave your mouth.

“Fuck. Oh shit.” You mumbled as he sucked the column of your neck. “Please.” You begged not knowing what you are begging for. He pulled his lips away from your neck and got on his knees on the step.

Kissing down your stomach he got to your pussy and went to town. “Fuck baby you’re so wet.” he said against your clit and the vibrations caused you to let out a moan. He continued to lick and a few moments later a added a finger into your sopping hole. “Fuck, yes, yes, yes.” You chanted out.

Going back to your clit he began sucking and fingering you at the same time. “I’m… I am so close. Please don’t stop.” You moaned out. Continuing to suck on your clit, humming now and then you felt yourself let go.

“Fuck, fuck, yes, yes. Daddy I am so close.” You moaned. “Cum for daddy sweetheart, let go for me. Be a good girl.” He growled out continue licking as you came undone. Fingering you throughout your high. All you could see was stars. Your ears ringing as the pleasure started to fade away.

Panting while laying down was all you could do trying to catch your beath. “Wow.” You mumbled into your hand. “Thank you.” You said as you sat back up pulling him back into a kiss.

“Fuck baby girl that was hot.” He muttered in between kisses causing you to giggle going back to kissing him.

Pulling his fingers out of your pussy you inserted them into your mouth. “Oh yeah.” He grinned. “You taste so fucking delicious baby. Could not get enough of you. I think I want it for breakfast every day.” Aizawa said pulling his fingers out of your mouth going back to kissing.

“I wanna taste you daddy.” You mumbled into his mouth. “Next time baby.” He said kissing your neck. “For now I want you back in the pool.” Kissing each breast. “So that I can fuck you properly.” He said taking your nipple into his mouth and pinching the other one. Moaning into your hand all you could do was nod.

As he stood on the pool step his cock was perfectly inline with your mouth. Giggling you take his dick into your mouth and started moving your head up and down. “Shit baby. Fuck your mouth feels so good.” Aizawa moaned out.

Fisting your hair, he started slowing fucking your face a few times before he moved his hand down to your pussy and inserting two fingers and thumbing your clit. You moaned on his cock causing Shota to let your head go. “Fuck baby just like that. You take me so fucking well.” He mumbled as he started getting closer to the edge.

Rubbing your clit with his big hand you couldn’t help but moan from pleasure and a little bit of pain at the over stimulation around his cock again. Aizawa moaned. “Baby I am so close to cumming don’t stop.” He groaned out.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed as he let you not far behind. “Yeah that’s it sweetheart cum for daddy.” He said as he pulled his cock out of your mouth going back to his knees. “Cum for daddy. Cum baby.” He muttered against your clit. Moaning you let go falling flat on your back as the second orgasm of the day hits you full bang. “Fuck daddy, yes, yes, yes.”

Pulling your knees together to keep his hand in place for the pleasure to keeping going, riding out your high. “Fuck. That felt so much better that the first time.” You whispered causing Aizawa to chuckle as you let his hand go.

“Fuck if I wasn’t so tired, I would really suck your cock again. Wow.” You said smiling up at Aizawa who let out a cackle.

“How about we go to your room take a nap then continue round two. How does that sound.” “Fucking fantastic.”

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