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cyberslvts · 4 months

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PHONE | w. maximoff

summary: You call your wife and decided to show her just how much you miss her

warnings: 18+ MDNI phone sex, guided masterbation, fingering, only thing on my wishlist this year is nasty phone sex with wanda

word count: 3k

It had been about five days since your wife left for her business trip, and to say you missed her was an understatement.

The house held a heavy silence as you settled into bed for the night, pulling the comforters up to your waist, feeling a subtle emptiness creep up when you looked at the empty bed space next to you. Prompting restless tossing and turning until you ended up facing your nightstand, the soft glow of your digital clock highlighted a jumble of trinkets: a small bowl cradling Wanda's extensive collection of rings, and a few pairs of earrings, a forgotten mug of now-cold tea, a petite bottle of hand cream, and a book precariously hanging off the edge

Your eyes continued to run along the smooth wood until they landed on a framed photo of you and Wanda, Captured during last year's anniversary celebration, Wanda had taken you into the city your faces slightly pushed together, painted with toothy grins as you both bundled up in thick winter coats leaning into each other for warmth.

Your heart swelled as you looked at the photo. Wanda's bright grin and sparkling eyes, filled with so much love, only made the ache you felt for her at that moment worse. She truly was the best partner you could ever ask for, always so attentive and devoted to you, making you feel like the most important person in the world, and in her eyes you were.

She was so sweet to you, calling and texting you whenever she got the chance, in between meetings or as she was leaving the hotel. Always eager and enthusiastic just to hear your voice on the rare occasions your timings synced up. Given the distance, Wanda was behind by two hours, leaving your calls awkward to match up, always missing each other by a few minutes. When Wanda was just waking up you were stepping into the office, and when she was leaving work you were already asleep.

You supposed she was eating dinner right now, probably with her co-workers or indulging in takeout from the Italian place she had previously mentioned. You felt silly, missing her this much when she had only been gone for a few days.

As you continued to look at the photograph you felt something blossom inside you, shifting slightly, your foot began to run up and down the side of your leg as your thumb swiped over her face in the picture. It felt like it had been an eternity since she last touched you, which you knew wasn't true as she had made sure to give you an extra memorable morning before she left for her flight, fucking you into oblivion before giving your limp body a sweet kiss goodbye.

You returned the photograph to the nightstand and rolled over in the bed until you were pressed against Wanda's pillow, you shamelessly dug your nose into the fabric, the scent of her shampoo and perfume invaded your senses and made you feel like she was right there with you. Your body temperature increased and your clothes started to feel a little too tight around your body.

Before you could rile yourself up anymore, your phone lit up the room with a loud ring. You smiled when you saw Wanda's contact name appear on the screen,

“Hi honey” your tone comes out huskier than you expected, you hear the sound of a door shutting from the other side of the call,

“Hi sweetheart, I didn't wake you did I?” Wanda attentively asks, feeling an immediate warmth as your voice reaches across the distance.

“No, not at all” You answer, readjusting yourself so your back is propped up against your headboard “Did you just get back?”

“Yeah, we got out early today,” She tucks the phone between her neck and shoulders, and you can hear the sounds of ruffling clothes, as both her hands are occupied with unbuttoning her suit jacket.

You bite your lip, imagining Wanda coming home in her work clothes. her hair messy from the walk home, the collar of her white shirt undone, looking so sexily disheveled. You sat up straighter in your bed, not wanting to get too carried away.

As the minutes passed you fell into your usual routine, exchanging the details of your day, from the mundane to the extraordinary, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Wanda listened attentively, her genuine interest was evident in the thoughtful questions she posed and the occasional chuckle at your natural charm. In turn, you hung on every word as she recounted her workday. The familiar cadence of her voice brought comfort, making it feel as if she were right there in bed with you.

Eventually, she tossed her jacket over the back of her chair, flopping down onto the bed in exhaustion, letting out a breathy sigh that you didn't miss.

“You sound tired, are you sleeping okay?” you questioned, whilst massaging the divit of your palm against the top of your thighs, trying to dry the sweat that had formed.

“No,” she huffed out, rolling onto her back, and placing one hand over her stomach. “The bed is terrible, the sheets are so scratchy and the mattress is too hard, I'd much rather be back in our bed, with you.”

Her unfiltered honesty made you giggle and you smiled, knowing that Wanda had a tendency to not receive a good night's sleep if it wasn't spent wrapped up against your side.

“I wish you were here too, I miss you.”

"I miss you too," she replied honestly, staring up at the popcorn ceiling, picturing you doing the same. Your back is flat against the mattress, hair sprawled out along the pillows, your shirt slightly riding up your torso, exposing your skin. Her thoughts began to slip, and it was becoming harder to focus on the conversation. The sultry tone of your voice played in her mind, and she couldn't help but imagine the sensation of her fingertips tracing patterns on your skin.

“Yeah?” you purred, your voice smoothe against Wanda's ears. She didn't fail to recognize the familiar switch in your tone, and she felt a rush of excitement start to fill her.

“Yes baby, so much, I hate being away from you.” She rasped out, closing her eyes when she heard your breathing start to pick up. The atmosphere between you two shifted, becoming heavier and more intimate.

“What do you miss about me?” You pressed, wanting her to fall into the same lusted haze you were trapped in.

“Everything” She immediately responded, as if she had been waiting all week to answer this question. Wanda's fingers absentmindedly traced circles on the edge of the bedsheet as she continued, “I miss touching you, and feeling you against me, I can't stop thinking about it”

A quiet sigh escaped her lips, her imagination running wild with the vivid memories of you together.

“Tell me more” you bit your lip, pressing and rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. Your head felt fuzzy, and your arousal swelled, a throbbing pulse resonating from your core, working yourself up so much you felt as if you were going to explode, You weren't sure if it was because you haven't seen your wife in almost a week, the distance amplifying your neediness for her. Regardless, every word exchanged over the phone was igniting a spark in you that needed to be taken care of.

Wanda's voice dipped even lower, as she happily obliged to your request “I keep thinking about that morning before I left, how loud you were and how pretty you sounded”

“My strap couldn't even stay inside you, it kept slipping out because your pussy was so wet” she teased you, already knowing your cheeks were flushing a vibrant red in embarrassment. She ran a hand down her stomach, her skin felt ablaze, a heat coursing through her that made every inch of her body tingle. She slowly unbuttoned her dress shirt, the cloth splitting apart and falling down the opposite sides of her torso, until only a black bra remained covering her upper half. Her hand fell down her breasts, lightly squeezing them and letting out a moan right into your ear.

You sighed, listening to her husky voice, the vibrations from the phone tickling your jaw. You felt a familiar wetness start to pool and you sunk lower into the bed until you were flat against the sheets. Wanda hears you rustling around the bed and presses the phone harder into her ear.

“Fuck baby, I miss you so much” You let a moan escape your lips, your hands slipping under the blankets to begin stroking yourself over your underwear. “I've made myself cum twice since you left, just thinking about you”

A throaty moan escaped her lips involuntarily, immediately painting a vivid picture of you in her head. You, alone in your bed, your hand buried between your legs, moaning her name. The sound echoed in her ears, remembering nights when she made you sound just like that. Your voice, now a seductive whisper, only fueled her daydream, making her cheeks flush as she felt a wave of desire wash over her.

“God, you're really turning me on right now” You heard the metal clicks of Wanda fumbling with her belt, with an alarming speed, she shed the rest of her clothes throwing them across the room so they were out of her way. She pushes herself farther up the bed and slides under the covers, her hand immediately finding her wetness, where she starts rubbing gentle circles to her clit.

Your hand slides under your panties, running a finger through your pussy and spreading it all over your folds and clit. The whine that reverberates inside your bedroom encourages wanda to do the same. “What are you wearing right now?”

You don't even open your eyes, which were squeezed shut, already knowing exactly what you had on “Just my underwear. the red ones”

Her grip on the phone tightened and she let out a string of curses, she knew exactly what you were talking about. The pressure she has on her bud gets harder imagining you in her favorite pair of panties, how pretty and fuckable she knew you looked right now, and how she couldn't do anything about it.

You slowly push a finger into your slippery walls, and an immediate sense of disappointment washes over you. A frustrated whine escapes your lips as you miss the expertise of your wife's fingers, vivid memories playing in your mind of how Wanda's touch could make you scream and cum within minutes.

"I need you so bad, Wanda," you confess, the desperation evident in your voice. Tightening your hold on the phone, as if it were your only lifeline to her. "It doesn't feel as good when I do it.".

Wanda's heart beats faster, hearing your desperate little whines, trying to find any hint of pleasure to relieve the ache she wasn't there to take care of. Wanda promised her self as soon as she arrived home she would fuck you so good, long and hard, taking you in every position possible, just what you deserved for being her good, patient wife.

"I know, baby," she purrs, her words weaving a tapestry of lust. "Just close your eyes and imagine my touch, my fingers doing all the work." Wanda's explicit instructions and encouragement make you throb, and you start to squirm against the bed eagerly awaiting her next command.

"Go slow, baby," Wanda instructs, her voice a sultry whisper through the phone. "Add another finger and curl it, just like how I do it." You let out a low moan, attempting to replicate her movements. Though it's not quite the same, it's undeniably better than before. Sliding in another finger, you leave it there for a moment, feeling your walls squeeze and flutter around it.

Gently curling your fingers, flashes of Wanda flood your thoughts. Pushing them deeper, you can almost feel her presence, as if she's right there with you, guiding your every move. In your mind, Wanda is on top of you, deep inside your pussy, praising you as a good girl. The image is so clear you start to feel twirls of pleasure forming in your stomach.

“That's right, honey, just like that” Wanda's voice is shaky, listening to you wholeheartedly follow her commands.You were so obedient, her precious girl. “Now, arch your back”

You do exactly as she says, the tip of your head falls back against your pillow and your ass digs itself into the mattress. Your pleasure immediately deepens and you start to move your fingers faster,

Wanda mirrors her instructions, pumping two fingers in and out of herself, letting out deep groans right into the phone. As she listens to you on the other end, pleasure-laden sounds and breathy moans fill the air. She can hear your pussy making the dirtiest sounds, loudly squelching everytime you jut your fingers in. She wishes she were there to witness it in person. Frustration builds as she hears the most beautiful sounds escaping your lips, and the fact that she can't do a single thing about it heightens the tension.

"I can hear you, how wet you are," she moans out, beginning to lose herself in the pleasure. "Is that all for me?

“Yes, all for you,” you breathlessly respond, your hips bucking up to match the rhythm of your fingers, desperately chasing your high. “you're making me feel so good”

The once-pristinely ironed sheets are now a tangled, wrinkled mess as Wanda's whole body squirms and writhes against the bed. She uses her thumb to rub at her clit, her mouth falling open at the sensation. Her eyes lock shut, entirely focused on creating vivid mental images of you that bring her closer and closer to the edge.

She felt her pussy tighten around her fingers, thinking about all the times she had made you cum, your adorable face scrunching up into an expression exclusively reserved for her played vividly in her mind. The memory of your eyebrows sewing together, your thighs wrapping around her, and your desperate attempts to cling to any part of her body for comfort lingered in her thoughts. On those particularly heated nights, she would work you up to a point where deep red lines would be etched into the skin of her back. stinging and aching so deliciously the next day.

When she tells you to go faster, you feel your orgasm rapidly build and the room starts to feel hazy. Thick with heat and the sounds of your and wanda's moans. You pump your fingers faster, and you can see them glistening with your juices everytime they pull out, just to be greedily plunged back in.

"Fuck, say my name,” she commanded, her final plea as she felt her self getting so close, needing to hear you scream her name while you both came on your fingers

You meet her request immediately, "Louder," she insists, and you obediently start repeating her name over and over again, getting whiner everytime. Your head was emptied of all thoughts other than Wanda as your fingers repeatedly hit that spot inside you.

“Wanda, oh god wanda”

Your voice started getting higher and louder. Wanda could tell you were about to cum, she started fucking herself harder wanting to be right there with you when you fell apart. She felt the phone start to fall out of her grip and just before she was about to fall over the edge she switched on the speaker button and let the phone fall out of her hand and next to the side of her head.

“Is my messy girl gonna cum? just from my voice.”

You parted your lips to respond but your mouth fell open wider when your orgasm suddenly ripped through you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as her name spilled off your lips in sharp moans and gasps. Your hips bucked up and down trying to prolong the sensation for as long as possible

Hearing all of this, Wanda fell into her orgasm with a matching intensity. Her thighs shook around her hand and she tossed her head to the side. One hand gripped the pillow to her face, muffling the loud moan of your name. Trying her best to keep quiet since the hotel walls were known for being thin.

Your breathing slowed, feeling your orgasm begin to subside, your back fell limp against the bed listening to wanda do the same.

“Well, that was certainly different” Wandas voice returned, although much deeper and huskier as she struggled to catch her breath, You could practically hear her smile as she relaxed into her post orgasmic bliss

“In a good or bad way” you questioned, sitting up on one elbow and throwing your frazzled hair over your shoulder.

“A good way, a very good way,” she assured, letting out a satisfied sigh. Her eyes grew heavy, and you could hear the rustling of the bed as she began pulling the comforters up past her shoulders, tucking herself in. She let out murmurs, whispering about how much she loved you and that she would be home soon.

You smiled knowing how tired she gets after sex, part of you dimming with the realization that you weren't there to hold her to sleep. Yet, you reassured yourself—she would be back home with you by the end of the week, just as she promised

Opting to stay on the call tonight, you recharged your phone and placed it on top of your pillow, close enough to hear Wanda's tired breathing, a comforting sound that soothed you to sleep. Just before you fell asleep, her voice broke the silence.

“Let's Facetime instead tomorrow”

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #fanfic #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff smut #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen

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greynatomy · 4 months

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cindy lou who

alexia putellas x reader

social media + real life (no part two)

face claim - sabrina carpenter

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yourinstagram made a little something special for the holidays

‘fruitcake’ is out now 🤍

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user AHHHH a christmas album!!!!

user nonsense (christmas version) 👀

taylorswift so proud!

↳ yourinstagram ty mother!

user guys… cindy lou who

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Alexia was at training when she received a notification on her phone. Pulling it out, she sees a familiar notification. ‘yourinstagram posted a photo’

Clicking on it, she sees your new post. A new album.

“Hey, baby.”

Alexia quickly clots out of the app, putting her phone in her pocket.

“Hey.”

“What’re you doing?”

“Oh, you know.” Alexia shrugs her shoulders. “Just going through the socials, emails.”

“Oh, okay. Well, you wanna go to this restaurant I’ve always wanted to try?”

“Sure.”

At dinner, Alexia gets another notification. Seeing it, she acts like it was from her manager, excusing herself from the table.

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yourinstagram since you guys have blown up ‘fruitcake’ i give to you ‘santa doesn’t know you like i do’ music video! enjoy <3

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user mother is feeding us

user omfg is that shawn fucking mendes??

↳ greynatomy it’s not, but pretend it is

taylorswift on repeat!

↳ yourinstagram 🤍🤍

shawnmendes who’s that handsome fellow?

↳ yourinstagram lyle

↳ user can’t take her seriously

↳ user why am i shipping?

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Alexia hasn’t had the chance to listen to the album, but from the looks of it, it’s become a hit in just a few hours.

Returning to the table, she sees that the desserts have been brought out.

“What did your manager want?”

“Oh, you know, just some football talk about the game soon.”

All her girlfriend does is nod, going back on her phone.

It’s been a year since Alexia broke up with you, but she couldn’t seem to stop thinking of you. Everywhere she looked, you were there, whether it was your songs or in posters and magazines.

You were everywhere.

You looked so beautiful in the pictures you posted, but she couldn’t help but wonder about that Shawn guy. Who is he to you? Alexia knew she had no right to be jealous, but she couldn’t help it.

Getting back home, her girlfriend was all over her, hoping to get lucky, but she wasn’t in the mood, pushing her away, giving a sorry of an excuse as to why she didn’t want to.

As her girlfriend slept, she stayed in the living room, putting her headphones on.

The first song, she remembers you writing it. The first time you let Alexia listen to it, it ended with you both back in bed. She grinned at the memory.

Getting to the fourth track, she carefully listens to the lyrics, quickly realizing that it was about her and her new relationship.

“Is this how you really feel?” Alexia asks herself.

She had met her now girlfriend a couple of months after the breakup when she went to Ibiza to let loose. She was aware of how quickly she moved on, so caught up in the new relationship.

She decides to sleep on the couch, not being able to bear sleeping next to her girlfriend.

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yourinstagram what’s in your wishlist?

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shawnmendes am i in yours?

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haileesteinfeld you’re in mine

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user ugh she’s so pretty

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It’s been two weeks since Alexia had listened to your new album. In those two weeks, she broke up with her girlfriend, much to her now ex-girlfriend’s pleas.

Alexia was the one to break up with you. No real reason given, just something about needing space. Remembering back to that conversation, Alexia realizes how much hurt she caused you.

Walking around the neighborhood, seeing all the Christmas lights, it reminds her of how the both of you would walk this very same path, looking at all the lights. Christmas has always been your favorite holiday.

Feeling guilty, she scrolls through her contacts, thumb hovering over your name. Clicking on it, she hears the call ring for a bit, some good news that you haven’t blocked her number. Eventually it goes to voicemail.

“Hey, uh, it’s Alexia. Um, I’ve, uh, just been thinking about you lately. I’m walking and seeing all the lights and I remember how it was your favorite thing to do. And, uh, it’s been a year and I know I have a lot to apologize for. So, if you do get this, please call me back… I miss you. Bye.”

#woso x reader #woso #greynatomy #woso imagines #woso imagine #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader

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lazybutsmexy · 1 year

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... I couldn't control myself. I have no excuses.

Smoke break

Pairing: König x reader (GN)

Word count: 1700+/-

Warnings: alcohol consumption, smoking, blood, König's big hands, you have a stalker, König fixes it.

On AO3

It was a slow Tuesday night at the bar, and you dreaded its end with a passion. Whenever your eyes caught the clock on the wall behind the bar, and realized the hands were not in the same position as the last time you looked, a chill ran down your spine.

Busying yourself with drying an already dry glass, you tried not to think of the man sitting down in a corner of the room, his eyes boring into you in what you could only describe as a predatory manner. You didn't know his name, or what could have put you in his wishlist in the beginning. You only knew he was trouble, alarm bells ringing incessantly in your ears whenever he approached the bar for a refill and tried to lock eyes with you. His incessant stare made your skin crawl and bile to rise up in your throat.

You took another glass, rinsing it under the faucet just so you had a reason to dry it. It was hard not to notice him, and it seemed like he reveled on it too. Aside from him, only two other men were there, sitting by themselves on a table and playing cards while nursing their beers halfheartedly. Behind the bar only your boss was with you, and he was busy counting the earnings of the day. He would be over very soon, you supposed; you could count the amount of clients tonight just out of the top of your head.

Had it been a Friday or Saturday night, you would be much more relieved, being able to focus on the neverending flow of patrons demanding your attention. This guy wouldn't come those nights either, knowing that there would be too many people to admire you from afar how he liked.

But this was a Tuesday night, only an hour left until closing time, and there were no obvious signs of a wave of patrons coming in. The clock's hands moved closer, as if mocking your pleading glare.

The bell on top of the door chimed as someone walked in, drawing your attention away from the wall and onto the newcomer. As soon as recognition hit you, you felt yourself light up as if you had eaten a kilo of fairy lights.

"Hi, König!" You greeted the masked soldier, who slowly made his way to one of the bar stools, "the usual for you?"

"...Yeah, thanks."

You prepared the old fashioned and set it in front of him with a cheeky wink. "This one's on me, 'kay?" You took a couple of seconds to assess his eyes. He looked weary, as if he wished to just be over with his day, but visibly lit up at your offer, the corners of his eyes crinkling a little in what you could only suppose was a smile hidden by his hood.

You were used to his looks by now, as the bar was relatively close to one of the most secretive military bases. All sorts of dangerous people frequented that base, and therefore the bar. You've found them to be rather enjoyable to be around, however, with König being by far your favorite. He was never boisterous or pushy, or tried to use his rank to get in your pants. He just came, had a glass or two over minimal chitchat, then left a hefty tip before disappearing.

"Thank you, you're very kind." He took the glass and you stepped back to give him space to enjoy his drink. In that moment, your eyes met the stalker's, and the rage in them made your skin crawl. You turned away from both men, fiddling with the shot glasses and stealing a glance at the clock, suddenly finding it hard to breathe when only 45 minutes were left until closing.

König also felt it all; the killing intent from the man at the corner, the terror crawling under your skin. It wasn't hard for him to put two and two together. He emptied his glass and noticed the slim hint of disappointment flash in your eyes. His mouth twitched under his hood, you sure wanted him to stay longer, and he didn't have the heart to tell you no this time - not as if he was ever able to tell you no to begin with.

"Uh… refill, please?" König tilted his glass, blinking at the way your eyes sparkled with joy as you took back his empty glass. He tried to not jolt when your fingers brushed his, but thankfully he controlled himself, simply enjoying the tingling sensation at the bottom of his stomach.

As soon as you handed him his refill, your boss made the last call announcement, bringing your mind back to the incessant ticking of the clock behind you. Only half an hour left until closing.

The two men playing cards got up and said their goodbyes, leaving the bar while chatting amongst themselves. The dreaded man in the corner got up and walked up to the bar, and you took in a deep breath to steel yourself while he addressed you with a sick grin, his next words making your skin crawl.

"...See you in thirty, sweetheart."

He walked out the door, but you couldn't hear the chime of the bell over your racing thoughts. König noticed and leaned in, his voice secretive so your boss wouldn't hear, but still caused you to snap your face in his direction.

"Something tells me you don't want to actually see him."

Tears pooled in your eyes as you walked closer to him, confiding your fears to him.

"...He always comes on slow nights," you whispered, and König's heart nearly broke at the shakiness of your voice, "hasn't ever approached me outside, but I know he watches me, no matter how late I leave. Sometimes I'll get one of the guys to walk me to my car, but the boss…he doesn't really care…" You glanced over your shoulder to make sure no one was listening in, before you continued. "He has never announced he would be waiting for me, though…why now? Why is he speaking as if I will certainly be with him when I get out…?"

König didn't miss the quiet break in your voice at the end, and you didn't miss the way his first tightened around his glass and his eyes darkened.

He appeared to be lost in thought for a few seconds, but he stretched his hand to cover your shaking, much smaller one, and gave it a squeeze.

"...I'll go outside for a smoke, and wait for you to get out," his voice was quiet but reassuring, and you felt a wave of relief wash over your spine, "I won't let him lay a finger on you."

You just managed a nod and a shaky smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. He downed his drink and got up, putting a few bills in the tip jar and giving you a small nod before walking out. You busied yourself with clearing out the tables and picking up any garbage. The clock signaled the hour when you took your bag from behind the bar and waved your coworkers goodbye, braving yourself for the walk to your car.

As soon as you stepped out, you were greeted with the sight of König standing on the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets as he approached you. The streetlights made him look even more towering, but you offered him a smile, knowing that on the inside he was just a gentle giant - at least to you.

His presence was comforting, his steps slow as he walked by your side. The tiny glimmer of fear wasn't completely gone, in the back of your mind, you knew that man would be back tomorrow night, and try again. But in this moment, you enjoyed König and his company, and revived the feeling of when he took your hand back at the bar.

As you approached your car, you turned to König. "Let me drive you back to base, it's late," a tiny frown appeared in the exposed part of his eyes, and you quickly added with a cheeky grin, "I promise I'll go straight home after, though."

He appeared to contemplate his options before answering with a nod, opening the driver door for you. You got in and sat yourself, barely containing the happiness of being able to spend some extra time with König, even if it was for a four to five minutes drive.

The drive was mostly quiet, consisting of you retelling some dumb things that happened during your shifts the last few days, and him looking straight at you as you spoke.

A couple of streets before base, you stopped at a red light, and looked at him with a sheepish grin. "König, could you hand me the cigarettes and lighter from my bag? I really need a smoke after tonight."

He snorted what you only assumed was a chuckle and stretched his arm in the backseat, easily fishing your bag and fetching said contents for you. Once a stick sat in your lips, you offered him the box and lighter, which he stared at for a second before looking straight into your eyes.

"...I don't smoke, (Y/n)"

You blinked at him and frowned in confusion, "...but, back at the bar, you went out for a-..." You interrupted yourself when you caught a glimpse of his hands, which were resting on his lap. Even under the red light, you could notice.

His knuckles were covered in blood.

It took a few more seconds for the realization to sink in, and König felt those seconds drag like hours. Had he done wrong?

When you looked into his eyes, though, tears of relief threatened to spill, your cigarette falling from your mouth as you took his bloody hand and held it close to your chest.

"Thank you, König," you offered with a watery smile, and he used his free hand to bring your head closer to his, letting him press his forehead to yours and stare straight into your eyes. The light changed to green, but in the empty streets, nobody cared. You drank into the way the light made his eyes look like emeralds, and his finger caressed your neck and jaw.

"...I told you I wouldn't let him lay a finger on you."

#könig x reader #könig fanfiction #könig mw2 #könig modern warfare #könig fluff #modern warfare #modern warfare 2

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animemoses · 1 year

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so im trying not jinx things but me and my roommate are both transgender. it looks like we've finally gotten our gay little hands on a new living space. but we are still in need of help. we need both help monetarily and setting up our soon to be home. so that we can survive. i currently work full time, but this move has zapped nearly all of my funds. so if you are currently blessed enough to be in a position to help and willing to do so please consider doing so.

OUR GOFUNDME

my paypal / my roommate’s paypal / my wishlist / my roommate’s wishlist

our fluffiest roomie thanks you in advance for sharing and donating

#ofelia.png #okay to rb

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queer-codedhero · 7 months

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Little Space Journal Prompts! 💕🍼

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Draw a picture of you and you favorite stuffie!

list of safe food and trigger foods

positive affirmations

what sounds do animals make? With drawing of the animals

draw something that is every color of the rainbow

we may not have powers like super man but we all are hero’s! What are your powers? Are you smart, kind, helpful?

sticker page!

What superhero do you want to be? Draw your super self!

what makes me happy!

make scribbles into art

what do you hide about yourself? How do I find people who support that part of me?

what do others think of you?

what makes me feel safe? Where do I feel safe?

what meal is your favorite?

design an outfit!

draw your BFF!

Your dream vacation!

make a little space playlist

make stuffie profiles with their age, birthday, skills, name, etc.

list your coping skills

Make a holiday!

rate some popular activities

your stims or tics (if you have these)

draw you and your caregiver!

what’s your favorite animal! Tell me about them!

Things that help your age regression block

Favorite TV characters!

wishlist!

secret page >:oo

make a comic

mistakes are ok!

my goals!

self care check list

doodles!

make yourself a Pokémon or Pokémon trainer

what do you love?

Baby mode powers! The things that you do well and help you in little space.

draw some jewelry!

Video games I like

if you were a king/queen/royal…

innerworld! (If a system little)

my wishes if I found a genie

kind things I do

friend list

vacation ideas

draw some flowers and a forest home

why I am special!

pets I want

pet name ideas

label my mind set good and bad

complements I get!

things that make me laugh

jokes I like!

write a fairy tale!

rainy day. What is your rain and umbrella?

how to handle a bully

spooky doodles and stories

fun activities for every season

board games I like

healthy relationships! My boundaries!

I dislike…

make a dictionary with little space language

my favorite nicknames

triggers list (pos and neg)

paci design ideas

things that cheer you up!

weird drawings! (Ex. A flying apple super hero)

my gender and identity (because you are validddd!!)

make yourself a Sanrio character!

favorite and less favorite textures

dreams

if I was an animal

my touch boundaries

how to handle others disrespecting your regression

bath time!

song that help you regress

your favorite books

make your own coloring page

my melody or kuromi?

my favorite activities

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#age regression #age regressor #agere caregiver #little space sfw #sfw littlespace #little space #autistic little #sfw agere #agere community #age re safe space #system little #sfw babyspace #babycore

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simsi45 · 6 days

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The Sims 4 Amber House Pack - EARLY ACCESS RELEASE!

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!!!THE PACK IS CURRENTLY IN EARLY ACCESS AVAILABLE FOR MY PATREON MEMBERS (3-5$ TIERS) AND WILL COME OUT FOR THE PUBLIC IN THE 12TH OF MAY!!!

CLICK HERE TO GO TO THE PATREON PAGE!

Oh...my...GOD!!! I can't believe this is actually happening....

After 3 years of hard work, I am here to welcome everyone to:

The Sims 4 Amber House Pack!

It's time to create your own mission style dream house, with this collection of 345 brand new and hella cool build/buy mode items, inspired by Dontnod's "Life is Strange: Before the Storm" game.

EARLY ACCESS: You can get the pack right now, on my PATREON on the 3-5$ tiers, or wait for the 12th of May for the public release!

Please read EVERYTHING included in the post as it contains useful information about the pack!

DISCLAIMER: Simsi45 or The Sims 4 Amber House Pack is NOT affiliated or associated with Electronic Arts, Square Enix, Deck Nine or Dontnod in ANY way. This is a purely fanmade pack made by me, a fan of both games that wanted to get the best of both worlds.

FEATURES:

345 new items (including sofas, tables, decor, windows, doors and much much more!)

Search for "amberhouse", "lis", "simsi45" to find most of the items in the build/buy catalog.

Custom original names and descriptions. (the best I could come up with :P)

Tons of custom recolors (based on original textures) to mix and match items more easily.

Heavy modification on original meshes and textures, including english text turned into simlish.

Everything has been playtested thoroughly.

Included are a couple of easter egg items from The Sims 2 that I thought fit the theme well.

New lot I made showcased in the trailer and pics (found in the gallery under my tag @simsi45_mods) a recreation of Rachel Amber's house.

ABOUT THE LOT:

The lot will be eventually uploaded in the gallery once it passes its finishing stages. You will be able to find it in the gallery under my EA id: @simsi45_mods. I will update you all once it becomes available.

NOTES:

~ The pack is in an EARLY-ACCESS STATE! I have dedicated a lot of time to test everything but I'm a team of just a single person. If you find any issues please let me know so I can take a look.

~ Because of the amount of items the size of the pack is quite big. I tried my best to make everything as compact as possible with the final size being 1.5 GB of required free space.

~ The majority of the meshes and textures of these items are ripped straight from the LIS: Before the Storm game, and then each individual item (both mesh and textures) has been heavily modified and edited to fit and function properly within the Sims 4 game's engine. That's why some items will look identical to the original game, some look somewhat different, and some are brand new meshes I made using the original items.

~ Some of the original ripped meshes' poly counts were WAY too high so I had to lower the polygons so The Sims 4 wouldn't explode when filling a lot with them. I lowered the polygons and edited most of the items as much as possible without compromising their original look too much. In other words I tried to find the best balance between looks and performance and after lots of testing on my moderate PC system, I can confirm the game runs super smoothly on my end.

BACKSTORY ABOUT THE PACK (no spoilers):

This pack started with an idea I got back in 2017 when I first played Life Is Strange Before The Storm. When visiting the Amber house, I immediately fell in love with it as I am huge fan of the craftsman architectural style, it's literally all I'd want my dream house to be. The art team has done an incredible job on it, and as I personally find the art style of the Life is Strange series and The Sims 4 to fit very well with each other, I wanted to make these assets available for The Sims 4. Of course back then this all seemed impossible, however a few years later in 2020 during quarantine I revisited the idea as it had been stuck on my wishlist ever since.

To make a long story short, this project has been in the works for about 3 years now, and after a lot of hard work, head scratching and quite a few sleepless nights I managed to overcome all the obstacles I came across (which were a lot mind you) and I'm honestly hoping you'll be as pleased with the results as I am. Seriously this exceeded my expectations as it started as a small little pack for my personal use, to what I'd consider an expansion pack's (or even more) worth of build/buy content.

INSTALLATION:

Due to the size of the pack I had to split it up into multiple parts. You will need a .RAR extractor unpack it. More specifically:

1 -> Download ALL 6 parts of the pack and put them ALL in the same folder. 2 -> Right click the 1st part .RAR file named "Simsi45 - The Sims 4 Amber House Pack.part1" and click "Extract Here" 3 -> Once that's finished a package file will appear, this is the entire pack and you can now move that into The Sims 4/Mods. Simple as that!

CREDITS & THANKS:

~Dontnod, Square Enix, Deck Nine for the original meshes & textures ripped from Life is Strange: Before the Storm that were used to create most of the items.

~EA for some meshes & textures used to convert some items from The Sims 2.

Special thank you to all the patreon members that stuck with me throughout me developing the pack. Although not many I really appreciate every single one of you for the support you've given me and for sticking around!

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stellar-sanctum-rp · 3 months

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✧･ﾟOnce upon a time...

There lived two all-powerful cosmic beings named Estellora and Vespira. The twins loved the universe and all of the worlds, people and creatures within it. However, as eons passed, they could not agree on how best to manage and protect the cosmos. Estellora, The Librarian, had a laissez-faire outlook on the matter and wanted the worlds to remain completely open. She wanted for them to forever move forward and live their lives organically. She wanted to encourage travel, discoveries and establish connections. However… This, oftentimes, led to far reaching interstellar conflicts.

Vespira, The Collector, anguished and worried over each and every world and feared said conflict more than anything. She believed that the worlds simply weren’t meant to ever expand past their own domain because they could be incompatible with their neighbors for a myriad of reasons. Eventually, she wished that they could remain in perfect stasis, unchanging.

And so, the sisters fought, until eventually, Vespira unleashed her power and sought to do what she thought was right. One by one, she effectively stole several worlds, turning them into marbles to love and adore within her shrine behind glass.

They were unharmed, but… frozen in time.

Estellora couldn’t stand idly by and so, with a heavy heart, waged battle with Vespira.

The fate of the universe lies in the outcome of this conflict…

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✧･ﾟOut of Character Information

Stellar Sanctum is a semi-literate to literate multifandom server for users 18+ that allows characters from any media (ie: anime, manga, video games, movies, comics, books, etc.)

The setting is a micro planet called the Stellar Sanctum. It is Estellora’s home, and characters will be living in her beautiful castle that floats in the night sky. Down below the castle by way of a magical starry road, is a place called Polaris Town. It is inhabited by cute and friendly rabbit-like creatures named Polarians. They love and revere Estellora and her daughter, Lunamina.

The Stellar Sanctum is a safe space for the characters who are now effectively refugees in this cosmic conflict. However, Vespira’s forces will find their way in from time to time to stir up trouble. These events can include things like monsters to fight, mysteries to solve, stolen items to retrieve, and so on.

Characters by default have most of their powers in tact, however, Lunamina is always watching diligently and reports all happenings back to her mother. If Estellora catches any whiff of significant trouble in her sanctum, she can impose consequences such as limitations on powers, closing off locales to certain characters, separating certain characters entirely, and so on.

Muns are required to communicate with the mod team in order to maintain balance, keep story beats and plot points consistent, but also, to collaborate and help build the world! The Stellar Sanctum has a firm aesthetic and mostly whimsical energy, but we want to play in this sandbox together.

Won't you join us ~ ?

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jaybirddreads · 5 months

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Trolls Band Together: "You just call on me, brother" (John Dory and Floyd)

Floyd’s letter is wrong.

When it first appeared, stuck to John Dory’s door, his heart overtook his head. Floyd was reaching out to him. Floyd– Floyd wrote him. John Dory’s heart sank as fast as it had risen when his eyes skimmed the contents of the letter. Immediately, the handwriting wasn’t Floyd. Or, it wasn’t the Floyd that John Dory remembered. Floyd’s scrawl was barely legible half the time back then. John Dory would spend hours deciphering his sheet music and lyrics and re-writing them in neat printed letters so they could actually practice instead of triggering aneurysms trying to read Floyd’s handwriting. John Dory had been jealous of Branch back then, because he didn’t know how to read. The handwriting in the letter that John Dory had received was big and clunky golden cursive with strokes a lot bolder than his shy little brother.

The contents of the letter itself worried John Dory as he read it over and over again.

Dear John Dory, (Floyd– if he had written this letter– would have addressed him as John or JD.) I’m being held against my will by superstars Velvet and Veneer. Come to Mount Rageous at once and bring our brothers. Love, Floyd, the sensitive one. (Floyd would never sign off as ‘the sensitive one’.) The message itself, apart from the strange greeting and ending of the letter, was weird. John Dory didn’t know in what world his stubborn, sarcastic little brother would refer to his kidnappers as ‘superstars’.

Floyd would also never want to risk putting any of his brothers, especially Branch, in danger. It would make no sense for him to tell John Dory to bring their brothers or even contact him– as concerning as it sounds now that he thinks about it. John Dory is positive that his brother did not write this letter. John Dory’s reasons to come to this conclusion are; 1. He claims to be being held captive. 2. It’s just not something that Floyd would do. 3. How would he even get the letter to John Dory if he’s all the way in Mount Rageous? 4. How the hell would Floyd have ever found John Dory in the first place? He lives in the middle of nowhere.

John Dory has no idea who Velvet and Veneer are, but if there is a chance that they are hurting his brother, he will do anything in his power to put a stop to that. John Dory is not going to abandon his brother again. A few years ago, he head trekked back home with his tail between his legs in search of forgiveness from at least his Gran and youngest brother only to find his grandmother’s pod abandoned, overgrown with weeds, and infected with dozens of insects. All that was left in the pod was Gran’s dirty furniture and a couple of dusty framed pictures still hung on the walls. John Dory had collected those as carefully as he could and cleaned them. They’re put away in a cupboard somewhere around his living space. He has no idea if Gran and Branch are okay, but he hopes they are. If Floyd needs his help now, John Dory is going to provide, like he should have for all four of his younger brothers years ago.

He closes the letter– that is most likely bait– and grabs one of his many maps.

Mount Rageous is a far trip from where he is right now. If he and Rhonda hurry, they can cut the trip down to a day and a half. He’s not the biggest fan of hustling, but if that's what it takes to get to Floyd before anything really bad happens, so be it. Luckily, Rhonda loves hustling. She purrs, shaking excitedly when John Dory hovers his finger over the red-orange button.

John Dory hits the ground hard after they slow down. His elbows and knees ache. They’re still hours from Mount Rageous, but that’s good. It gives him time to come up with a plan. He knows he wants to get to Mount Rageous, find Floyd, and get him out, but that’s a wishlist, not a plan. John Dory’s radio hisses and he reaches up to turn the dial. He skips through stations, trying to find something quiet since Rhonda hates when he turns the radio off. He passes a station and pauses, turning the dial backward. We now return to superstar sensations, Velvet and Veneer’s latest hit single– music bleeds through the radio, a catchy beat that John Dory can instantly recognize as the type of rhythm that made him and his brothers famous in the first place. A girl and a boy begin to sing, the sounds of their voices are unreal. It eerily reminds him of Floyd’s singing. The people who might have hurt his brother are popstars? Ironic. Creepy, maybe. Stalkerish, probably.

The radio provides him with nearly everything he needs. It gives him the date of their next concert, the location, and the duration. Later tonight, when he arrives at Mount Rageous, he will have to find the Boom Box before 9pm where he will have an hour to find Floyd and break him out. It’s not much better than his wishlist, but it definitely has more properties of a plan. John Dory was almost glad that it was rageons that had Floyd. They were definitely easier on the eyes than bergens, and not as strong. The moment Rhonda crossed the threshold between the Troll Kingdom and Mount Rageous, the difference was clear as night and day. Everything was big, shiny, and neon. Even the people.

Rhonda went unnoticed, tiny among the gigantic vehicles of the rageons.

It didn’t take as long as John Dory had imagined to find Boom Box. The crowds pouring out the door were a clear indication of what it was. It reminded John Dory of his days of selling out venues. Rhonda jumps from the main road and digs into the tail-end of the crowd, weaving through dancing rageons left and right. John Dory steers her into a dark corner, under a lonely bench that all the party-goers are ignoring. The music thrums through the air and Velvet and Veneer’s voices are much louder and much clearer than they were over the radio. They’re singing a song that feels so much like Floyd that it’s messing with John Dory’s head. The lyrics swim around his head, as if he’s a teenager again, sneaking Floyd’s journal out from under his bed to see what was going on in his little brother’s head. He and Spruce used to giggle at Floyd’s unnecessarily deep ramblings about whatever it was that got him in a tizzy. Yes, it was wrong of him to invade Floyd’s privacy like that, but in his defense, Floyd was the heaviest sleeper he had ever met (and John Dory would be lying if he said that Floyd didn’t have a talent of lyrical genius– some of their best hits were thanks to Floyd and his sad, sad journal).

John Dory rolled out of the way of several pairs of heavy black boots as a brood of angsty rageons dragged their feet to get to the snack bar. He ducks through several long pairs of legs until he reaches the nearest wall. John Dory watches as the shiny giants dance and laugh and cheer. He slides against the wall until he reaches a vent, just out of sight from most of the rageons. If Floyd is here, John Dory will search every single nook and cranny until he finds his brother. John Dory runs down every vent, turning corners sharply. He peers through every grate he finds. He sees bathrooms, dressing rooms, offices, and storage closets.

He feels almost hopeless until he comes across the final vent opening in the west half of the building. John Dory peered in through the thin grate blinds. It was an empty purple dressing room. Make up, wigs, and costumes were strewn about haphazardly. John Dory was about to turn away and look in another part of Boom Box when his eyes caught a glimmer of something. He saw a large ornate purple perfume bottle. John Dory’s eyes widened when he noticed something move inside the semi-transparent bottle. A spark of magenta had John Dory propelling down into the dressing room without a second thought. He hit the surface of the vanity, face first, with a resounding thunk. John Dory groans, peels his face from the vanity, and shouts Floyd’s name.

Floyd– his sweet, shy, sensitive brother– gasps and presses his hands against the glass of the perfume bottle, “John Dory!” he gasps, his voice trembling with strained emotion. It’s so strange to see Floyd now, after nearly twenty years. His little brother is a man now. A man trapped in a giant glass bottle. Yeah, John Dory was right. There was no way that Floyd had written that number. “I never thought I’d see any of my brothers again.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” John Dory says, pressing his hand against the glasses where Floyd’s hand was. “I’ll get you out.”

“You can’t,” Floyd’s eyes were wide with fear, “it’s a trap, JD. Velvet and Veneer are pop obsessed succubi and they’ve been stealing my talent to get famous!”

“I know it’s a trap. I’m not leaving you here. Not my brother.” John Dory shook his head. He looks around the dressing room, searching for something he can use to break the glass and get his brother out of that suffocating bottle. John Dory attempts to break the glass, but it’s no use. He kicks at it, punches at it, throws the heaviest things he can carry at it.

Floyd drops his head against the glass with a soft thump, “It’s no use, JD. The bottle is made of diamond…”

“Diamond,” John Dory repeats the word. It rolls off the tip of his tongue like a dry, dusty heap. There is only one thing that can shatter diamond. John Dory feels helpless once more. Floyd’s eyes droop as he stares at his feet. “There’s only one thing that can shatter diamond…”

“Yeah,” Floyd laughs miserably. Laughter and loud foot falls cause his head to shoot up, “John, you have to leave. They’re coming back. If they catch you—”

“Floyd, I won’t abandon you.” John Dory argues.

Floyd slams his fist against the glass, “No, just save yourself, please. Do it for me.”

“Floyd–”

“I don’t want to see my big brother trapped in a jar.” Floyd says.

The door knob jiggles and the click of a key echoes. John Dory looks at Floyd, his chest swelling with determination. He shoots his trusty grappling hook up, and it latches onto the vent. “I’ll be back for you, bro. Count on it.” John Dory’s pulled back up into the vent as the door opens and two near-identical rageons enter the dressing room. The last thing that John Dory sees before he begrudgingly makes his escape is one of the rageons picking Floyd’s bottle up and shaking him cruelly.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #john dory #floyd #brozone #branch #clay #spruce

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potionpeddlerpatchy · 2 years

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Hi, yes I please enjoy this smut drabble that came to my mind for no reason other than I think of Sero often and what he would do

cw: sero x afab!reader, mirror sex, creampie.

“Why do you have such a large mirror in your bedroom?”

That is what everyone always asks. The people - friends and family, acquaintances at times too - whether they be lucky to get a grand tour of your beautiful home during a holiday or summer barbeque, or they were there to enjoy a chill Saturday night at your place, whenever they would glance into your master suite and see it the question would be uttered.

You always had your reasons, excuses though they may, lined up and ready to go once that dreaded question was uttered; often times the answers left your lips before your brain could think to utter them.

The main go-to response was usually for getting dressed. That a large mirror like that was a practical item in making sure outfits looked right; a larger mirror makes it earlier to see everything from head to toe, and from different angles after all. Can’t go to work or out for some fun without making sure the outfit looks cute, right?

Usually, that was more than enough to satiate their curiosity; everyone had a mirror in their bedroom for that reason after all. But some people never were fully convinced, and they would probe again over the gigantic size - surely someone wouldn’t need one THAT big for just outfits?

To which, you had a planned response for it too. Mirrors in the style you wanted were hard for you to find when you were furniture shopping; either the material was wrong, the shape of the mirror was not idea, or the size was too extreme on either end. And well, you figured if could only get two out of the three things of your ‘perfect mirror wishlist’ it only made sense to forgo size and get the style and sturdy material.

Some would end there, shrugging their shoulders and just agreeing with you on that statement; furniture is after all hard to get perfect unless you were making it - and they all knew you were not a master furniture maker. But some, like your nosiest friends, would still prod further - to ask why you would go so large instead of smaller.

The phrasing would almost always make you giggle, but nonetheless, you kept up your composure; simply stating that it was all due to the layout of the bedroom. It was no surprise that your master suite was much larger than the other bedrooms in your abode. And with all the extra space, you would have to find some way to fill it. A smaller mirror would just emphasize just how large and almost barren the room was, by adding a ginormous mirror it helped fill the space and keep things in order - feng shui and all that.

Every single question, every single poke, and prod at your choice in decorating was always handled with grace and a reason - especially that comically large, wide, mirror that sat on the far wall across your bed. It was simply something that made sense and ended up fitting well into the grand plan of your home.

You could never fess up that it was your boyfriend who wanted it.

When you both bought the beautiful home, Sero allowed you to do as you pleased; to decorate the place how you saw fit. He claimed you had a better eye for it, but it was mainly because of how cute it was to see you excitedly come home every day with something new to add. But when it came to your bedroom, he had only one request. Well, more like one stipulation. That you could make it as pretty as you wanted, but he was the one to choose the mirror.

And when he came back home with that mirror, one that stood taller than him, you knew the reason why.

And that reason was why you had to make excuses, why you had to tell little white lies to get people off the subject because it was simply too embarrassing for you to say; a topic your poor little self couldn’t handle discussing.

It was because you always looked so pretty when you came.

Sero loved having you sit in his lap, legs spread over his own to gain the perfect view of your cunt for both your eyes to feast on, as his fingers stretched you out. How his other hand would force yours in place as you watched your own essence dripping down your thighs, how they would shake uncontrollably as he skillfully built you and kept you there for what seemed like hours.

And when you would whine, beg and cry so pretty for him for some form of release he would simply chuckle, kissing your temple, and murmur into your hair “Can’t cum unless you look, sweetheart”

It would take all your might to pry your eyes open, to meet his briefly before staring down at your abused and aching pussy. Only then would he finally give you what you wanted. “That’s it, pretty girl, look at you. Look at how pretty you are.”

But of course, that was never enough for him. He loved watching how your little hole took his cock; loves seeing it stretched and drooling as he bullies his way in. Loves seeing your wreaked face as you struggle to keep up, to allow him in, as broken moans ring like a sweet melody in his ear.

“Look at you, taking me so good. No one can take my cock like you can baby, no one. Look at how well you’re taking me gorgeous, come on.”

He taunts you whenever you try to hide, hips stilling their delicious friction until you have to look. Your need for release overpowered any kind of shyness you held, and he always uses that to his advantage as he whispers praises in your ear; the tickling sensations added to your heightened senses and sending you repeatedly over that heavenly edge.

The night always ends with him getting too enraptured by it all; too compelled by your cries of his name - so broken and sweet it drives him wild. To the point where that wonderful glass is pressed against your skin, the cool sensation is a stark contrast against your abused and heated flesh of your face and chest, as pins you against it. Hips unrelentingly pounding into you and the sounds of flesh meeting yours filled your ears as your moans fog the glass.

It is only now that you are gifted the sight of him; of how his face changes and contorts to the pleasure you give him; truly a shame you are so far gone to truly appreciate it.

And when he finally cums, finally fills you up in the way he knows you crave and allows your poor body the respite it needs from his pleasurable assault does he sit you back in his lap to watch as his milky cum drips out of you.

Yeah, you guess you could say it's best to come up with an excuse for the mirror in your bedroom.

#i wrote this with sero hanta in mind #because lets face it yes he would #but really any of your faves would do this #so you can imagine whoever you want my lovelies #it all works #sero hanta x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #sero x reader #sero hanta smut #sero smut #smut drabble #mha smut #bnha smut #sero drabble

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