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watchmegetobsessed · 1 year

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DESSERT

A/N: idk why im so obsessed with pregnancy fics lately, maybe i should check in on my cycle lmao

WORD COUNT: 1k

PAIRING: CEO!Harry x pregnant!reader

SUMMARY: Harry gets hit on at an event, but the woman fails terribly, because he only has eyes for his pregnant girlfriend who is busy by the buffet table.

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Another waiter offers Harry some champagne, but he respectfully rejects and keeps sipping on his water. His gaze trails over the crowd of guests, the room is full of influential people from all kinds of businesses, people Harry should definitely be mingling with, making connections, but he is trying to find one particular person.

From across the room, a tall, blonde woman spots the lonely millionaire and a devious smile curls up her red lips. A predator-like look takes over her eyes, but she moves like a gazelle as she crosses the room, heading straight over to Harry, determined to seduce him at all cost.

“You don’t fancy the cocktails?” she asks him. He looks at her with a respectful smile and nod.

“Not… Not tonight.”

“You looked awfully lonely over here. Thought I would introduce myself, I’m Savannah, it’s nice to meet you.”

She holds out a perfectly manicured hand that he shakes lightly.

“I’m Harry.”

“Harry Styles, owner of Styles Industries, right?” The smirk on her face tells him she knows exactly who he is, the introductions wasn’t needed.

“Yeah,” he nods anyway.

“I feel lucky I found you alone, I think it might be a sign that we should get to know each other more.”

She pushes closer to him, brushing a hand down his arm and she blatantly ignores the way he takes a step back. She is too driven to get what she wants to notice the signs.

“This night has been nice, but I can’t wait to get back to my hotel room, get rid of this tight dress and relax.” The dramatic sigh she lets out gets lost somewhere between her and Harry, because he is not even looking at her, eyes scanning the guests. She notices his disinterest at last, but doesn’t give up just yet.

“You know, it can get a bit lonely at events like this for a single woman. I wish I had—“

“Excuse me,” Harry cuts her off when he finally sees the person he’s been trying to find.

As he walks away, Savannah’s jaw drops to the floor, no one has ever rejected her the way he just did, but he doesn’t even notice how hurt she is. He has his eyes on the only woman he cares about in the room.

You’re standing by the buffet table, your silver gown matches his tie and it gorgeously emphasizes your round stomach that’s been Harry’s favorite thing in the past couple of months. You have a plate in your hand, all kinds of food stacked on it starting from mini burgers to steak and it seems like you’re still looking for something to add. Harry can’t hold his smile back as he watches you run your free hand down your stomach, eyes scanning over the variety of food in front of you.

God, he is so obsessed with you, has always been, but now that you’re carrying his baby it has gotten to a whole new level he never thought could be possible. But it is, you’re everything he ever wished for and cannot wait to officially become a family in just two short months.

“There you are, thought I would have to go into the ladies restroom to find you,” Harry smiles down at you as he steps closer to you, placing a hand to your lower back.

“Oh! Sorry, I got a little distracted,” you chuckle and crane your neck so he can kiss your lips shortly, as if it hasn’t been just ten minutes since he last saw you.

“S’okay. What do you have here?”

You look down at the plate and sink your teeth into your lower lip when you realize how much food you’ve piled up.

“Um, I—This is for both of us. I thought we could… share?”

He knows this was just for you and you only said it because you feel ashamed of how much you’ve been eating lately. You’ve put on quite some weight, it’s hard to say no to your cravings, especially when your boyfriend loves to spoil you with your favorites every other day.

Harry doesn’t mind the extra weight. He loves it. He loves every change in your body, let it be your cellulite on your thighs or the stretch marks on your belly. You were afraid he wouldn’t look at you the same way at you anymore once you’ve started growing and changing, that he wouldn’t want you the way he used to.

Well, he does look at you differently, but in the best way possible, he loves on you just as often as he used to, if not even more often, he tells you how beautiful you are ever chance he gets and most of the times he is having a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

Like right now. If only you were alone, he would move his hands to places that are only for his touch.

“Mm, you just eat all that and I’ll bring you dessert. You better feed yourself and our baby or I will do it myself.”

“I already had a big plate, shouldn’t I hold myself back?” you whisper, heat crawling up your neck to your cheeks.

“No. If you crave it, eat it, Love.” He kisses the top of your head and runs a hand down your stomach. He smiles when he feels a tiny kick under his touch. He takes it as a sign that he did the right thing. “See? He agrees as well,” he chuckles.

“Already teaming up to plot against me?” you sigh, but can’t hold your smile back.

“Only if it’s for your well-being.” You pout your lips at him, still not sure how you got so lucky to have him as your partner. Harry leans down and kisses the pout off your lips before reaching out to grab another plate. “So, what do you want for dessert? Macarons? Brownies? Cheesecake?”

“Exactly in that order,” you nod, making him laugh as he stacks the goods on the plate without a word.

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kuni-is-daddy · 8 months

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Kitty!Scara smelling other cats or people in you, and getting jealous that your spending time with people that aren’t him. So he resorts to making you smell like him by being a lil too touchy and eventually fucking, with him cumming inside of course.

Switch|Catboy! Scara x Female reader.

'Goodboy or brat?'

Word count: 1.45k

Ft: Has sub and dom themes, F/ngering, Scara is 'jealous', Mommy kink, Praising, Reader calls him a goodboy and a brat.

CW: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PAST THE CUT! THIS IS A NSFW POST.

ScaraMasterlist | Subby cat scara | Sub wanderer

Catboy! Scara would be so surprised at first, usually when you come home he's hopelessly flicking through the channels on tv Until he hears the door click thanks to his keen senses. He'd turn his head quickly at the sound of the door opening and shifted into his purple cat form, Leaving behind a trail of thin smoke and running towards you meowing while You smile and leaned down in your heels to catch him as he purr'd at you. Licking along your neck and longing for your amazing scent.

But wait- sniff sniff, sakura? Catscara! would hiss at the smell and jump back on the floor,light on his paws and confused. In another puff of smoke he transformed back, wearing a sleeveless turtleneck and some shorts.

Cat scara! Quickly going to his cold touch starved ways after hearing you've been with your co-worker "Lani" and her pet "stokey" for tasks and even hanging out together. When you bring him out during a lunch break he's quickly hopping out your bag to run to stokey, 'the sakura animal' (He nicknamed him)' At first you and lani both think the two are going to play together, but your conversation is cut short after hearing Stokey hiss and let out light yelps after he 'fell' in the fountain. Lani yells and runs after him while you search for your own brat- Not even making it far after you look down to see him licking his paw right beside you as if he never left.

Catboy! Scara getting punished, and ohh how he wasnt expecting you to put your foot down. While your at work or out for the day he has to stay home all alone or 'find something better to do or hang out with his fox friend ajax.' He goes in your room while your gone to play with your clothes you 'left' on your neat bed, softly rutting against it only to notice they also smell like sakura blossom :((. He starts whimpering and dryly fists his length to pictures he's saved of you on his phone. But even those pictures get him worked up over your smell. He lays back in your bed against the pillow, fisting himself faster while his tail wrapped around your vacant stockings. "Hnm…Mommy please~ I-i need it, i need you please! mmm i cant- please~" He wanted mommy to punish him, just not like this.

Its 4pm and another boring day at work comes to aclose, Your eyes are drearing with heavy bags from exhaustion and All you can think of is speeding home to be greeted by your Devious yet adorable pet & lover, scaramouche. However, your daze is cut short when you hear a light knock along the side of your car window, You jump up out of shock and fumble for the keys to the car until you hear a familiar voice. "Hey! y/n? You good babes?" It sounded like a women's voice, A oddly high pitch. You side eye'd the window to see a woman in a flashy button up suit and tie, along with a big purse hanging on the side of her shoulders. It was lani, You sighed and scratched your eyes after clicking the button for the window to peak down. She peaked through the mirror while her 'fashionably' dressed black cat purr'd at the sight of you. "Oh.. Lani! Sorry- Im kinda..In a rush right now." lani hummed and pulled out her phone. "No its alright y/n!" You glanced up as her cat began slipping out the bag from her lack of attention. He pounched onto your lap, and moved in circles, quickly getting comfortable on your lap by swaying his tail further. "I- oh my gosh im so sorry y/n! Heh- I dont know whats gotten into him, He's been so restless lately." Lani put her phone in her pocket and retrieved stokey. "No no, Its fine lani. I like cats." you smiled, and lani's eyes lit up. "Wheres your cat? His name was..Rara? or something." She said. You made a straight face and looked back at lani, "Scaramouche, His name is scaramouche lani." "Ohhh scaramouche, Sorry- I always hear you shouting scara! scara! around the cafe so I didnt think his name was that long." She teased.

Of course your always shouting for that cute brat. He's always causing mischivous for your attention. Hopping on tables, Eating your lunch even though he 'claims to dislike sweet foods.' Sometimes even getting you kicked out of cafes. Cats we're always attracted to you and you never knew why. Was it your scent? Your clothes? Even poor little scara didnt understand. Well..He had reasons of his own which made your heart ache even more. His 'mother' as he said, not 'owner.' abandoned him many years ago and left him to wander the streets despairingly finding a place to call home. So, you took catscara! in after finding him hidden under his kasa hat during a rainy day of work and ever since then he's been captivated with you.

----smutt

You pulled up to your garage and stepped out the car, After a faint click from your keys the car locked and you walked out to the front door. You turned the knob and to your surprise scara was nowhere in sight, He wasnt in the kitchen sleeping on the table with cuddling his little ornament or by the couch. "Scara~? You home baby?" You put your bag down and walked throughout the house, He wasnt in the living room or kitchen..Maybe he did find something to do. You walked into your empty shared room, The door quickly closed behind you. As you turned around scara quickly caught you off guard, Grabbing you and pulling you into a sloppy kiss against the wall. At first your dissmissive about it but once you realize its him, When your cleavage pressed against his chest. He grins and proceeds further since mommy is letting him take the lead. "Mm..Scara~ I see your eager arent you? Did you learn your lesson now? Your gonna be good for mommy?" You teased him again, and trailed your hands down to his half put on boxers. "S-shut up.." He muttered and began licking on your neck, his ears furr'd down a bit.

'Looks like he did really learn his lesson.' You smiled, "At least help me with these first~" You pointed to your clothes and laid down on your bed. scara nodded, unButtoning your blouse and immedately blushing at the sight of your cleavage, hidden by your black bra. He wanted to touch you right then but stopped for your approval. "Its okay~ you've been a good boy so you can touch." With no hesitation he unclipped your straps, He held and rubbed your breast in circles while kissing along your neck. "Ah..~ mmnn.." You bit your lip from his touch, he was so quiet you swore you've never seen him more focused. "Scara~ B-baby ah…" His tail creeped up towards your thigh, softly rubbing at your skin. "Does it feel good?" Scara started sandwich'ing you inbetween him and the bed, pressing his body closer on yours. "Y-yeah~ Your doing so good for me~" he rubbed his thumb along your nipple until he saw you already in a wet daze. Scara removed his hand from your chest and moved down under your skirt as you whined out for him. "F-fuck…Your so wet mommy~ Did you miss me that much?" He rubbed his index finger around your clit.

"Mnh..Mhm…Missed my good boy~" Scara smirked again. "Hm? Your what~?" Suddenly, He inserted 2 fingers, Stretching you from the inside. "Ah~ I missed my good boy..mn..So much~" Scara moved his fingers back and forth, Thrusting into your wet slit. "Yeah- Im your good boy~ So fucking good..Just for you mommy~" With his free hand scara pulled out his length, stroking it as you pressed deeper onto his fingers. "Mn…Inside~ Scara- Hurry~" He pulled his fingers away at your request, Then licked up your juices. "Hurry? Hah- you want me that bad mommy?" "Yes~ Scara~ mmm..make me cum~" He stopped stroking his length and bucked your legs over his shoulders. Slowly, He inserted himself inside your warmth. "Ah- Oh shit mommy~ nh..You feel so good." Scara held onto your waist, Moving in and out of your wet hole with sharp moans. He was so fixated on fucking you his tail couldnt stop swaying back and forth behind him as your nails dug into his skin. "Scara~ Mmm Faster please! ah~ oh god.." Your tongue lolled out a bit at his pace, scaras hips bucked back and forth while your skin slapped together. "Nnh Yes-Ah~ I'll go faster for you mommy! I'm your good boy~ Ah! I'm close- I'm gonna~ y/n!!" Scara dug into your neck again, sticking his tongue out then biting into your shoulder. You moaned out in a mix of pain and pleasure While his warm seed coated your walls.

After calming down from your high, your vision seemed a bit blurry as if all your exhaustion from earlier kicked in. You leaned back in the pillow sighing and wiping the drool off your lip. Through your hazy gaze scara pulled away, purring as he pulled out and licked his own lips. His tail still swayed but more calmly. he noticed your tired form and tried cleaning you up as best as he could. Then pulled a blanket over your body. He disappeared in a form of purple smoke while your vision clouded and was replaced with catscara. His ornament dangling in your face as you drifted to sleep.

//Character tropes🧍//

Lani. Aka 'Dum human'-(Scara calls her that): Too rich to 'work' and have a job yet has to anyway because of her parents. You helped her out on her first day and ever since then she's clinged onto you like 'an annoying bug'. Deeming you as her 'bestie with the bad cat'

Stokey: Lani's glamour'd cat who doesn't like scara after the fountain incident. He wished he had Y/n as a owner rather than lani since she spoils him too much and wants more genuine time with her, despite that he loves when she gives him warm baths and trips to work because he can see you work with Lani.

THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE 🤭TY FOR READING

#genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #catboy #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche smut #sub scaramouche #scaramouche

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freyito · 6 months

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⎯ ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ & ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ + ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

i don't really know what im doing. this is self indulgent. i've been have a really rough time and theres a lot of stress and pressure put on me and i think i may crack? it's not cause of tumblr, i find writing here calming. but hey, i'm moving, im still working on three certs, im worried about college, im writing a book, and im playing therapist to friends.

cw: gn reader, just fluff, proofread

Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi can feel your stress from a mile away. He doesn't need sight, he doesn't need sento, he doesn't even need to touch you to know. He can see you so clearly in his head, hair messy, eyebrows near constantly furrowed, and just how tense your body really is.

So, when you dodge out of his touch and end up hiding in your room, he doesn't take it to heart. However, he understands. And he will do everything in his power to get you to destress.

He opens the door ever so softly, yet makes sure his presence is known. He reaches out to you, hunched over at your desk, hands hiding your face, your fingers digging into your hair. His hand meets your shoulder, squeezing it gently.

He leans in closer to your ear, and whispers for you to come to bed with him. When you refuse his request, he's a bit more firm. He doesn't demand that you join him, no, but you can hear the traces of longing and concern in his voices.

Once he's convinced you, he leads you to the bed. He's memorized the layout of the house, don't worry. He won't ask questions, he won't press for any answers. All he knows is you're stressed and overworking yourself, and that's cause enough to pull you away.

Kenshi prefers to give you a massage, not only does it work out the knots of your body, but he believes it is a great way to destress by being close to the one you love. He works his way down your body, kissing the nape of your neck when he reaches your waist.

Once he's sure he's gotten all the stress out of your body, he finally cuddles up to you. He wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you close, burying his head in the crook of your neck. He refuses to let you leave his arms. You need sleep, and he's going to make sure you get it. And don't even think you can slink away from him in the morning, he's going to pull you right back into his arms.

Johnny Cage

Johnny can't let you get away with sulking, he needs to see you relax, stress free. Seeing you messed up (and not cause of him), it makes his heart hurt. Of course, he understands. He's got a bad habit of overworking himself, too.

But, he isn't going to let you hide from him. Don't think for a second that you can get away with that. Before you can even run into your (shared) room to hide away, he whisks you off your feet.

Don't even think you can convince him to let you down, either. Nope. You're stuck with him now. And what is he going to do? Funny you asked, he's already ordered your favorite food, and he's got your favorite movie queued up. And one of his own.

If he could tie you to the bed to make sure you couldn't escape, he would. Fortunately, his mind is a lot sounder. And he knows your going to stay and wait with him for the food to arrive. Meanwhile, he's trying to get you to talk. About anything. He just wants to hear your voice, really.

Johnny doesn't leave your side. Once. He's dragging you along to go get the food with him, and he's holding your hand during dinner. So what, he's having a hard time cutting his food? He doesn't care. He needs to know you're still with him, not only is it grounding for him, it's meant for you, too.

After dinner, he's already on drawing a bath for you. (and for him, c'mon, he has to!) He's thrown in whatever he can think of- Epsom salt, bath foam- and lights some candles. He tries to make it look all romantic, with rose petals scattered in the bath and around it, too. You can feel just how proud of himself he is when he carries you to the bath. Which, is also a non-negotiable.

Johnny doesn't care if you've reached the height of relaxation after the bath, either. Nope, he's made sure your schedule is cleared for the next week, at least. He condemns you to stay with him, he'll take you wherever you'd like. All the fancy restaurants you could eat at. Or, if you'd rather just stay home alllll week, he doesn't mind that either. As long as he gets to stay with you.

#*ੈ✩ freyito #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage x reader #kenshi takahashi x reader #mk x reader #mk1 x reader

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mgc02 · 3 months

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OK so that whole it's my party fanfic thing with Lucifer x ftm reader x Lilith thing.

Ya I demand a part 2, im dehighdratid of these two.

And also please make a masterlist I beg of thee

Alright, by popular demand and request here it is

It's My Party Part 2

Lucifer x ftm reader x Lilith

Cw: very suggestive especially at the end, maybe slightly ooc Lucifer since part 1 was made before season 1 came out

The party was the last thing on your mind as Lucifer and Lilith competed to make you lose your composure and it was working. You sat at the bar with Lilith while Lucifer being the host was whisked away by one of the guests much to his dismay as Lilith gave him a smug look before turning her attentions on you. "So who do you think is winning my dear" she said leaning in far too close. Her nose was less than inches away and she looked at you lustfully.

"Because I can promise you I'll give you a night to remember" she trailed her fingers delicately over neck before running them through your hair. You turned a hot pink and your face was on fire. There was only two people on this planet who had this affect on you and you were in a relationship with both of them. "Whats the matter? Is it getting hot in here?" She asked you with that seductive voice she was famous for. You became even more flustered that she could feel the heat radiating off of you and you felt yourself tense up. She then place a hand on your inner thigh and you felt yourself immediately become turned on which made you blush redder. "I think I know who's winning?" She grinned down at you. She was so tall. The way she was leaned down to be close to you and turning the subtlest of touches into seeming inappropriate was making you go crazy.

"Don't count on it just yet" Lucifer's voice came behind her. You saw her pout. "I think it's my turn" he said chuckled darkly before grabbing you by the hand and pulling you to the dance floor. He put his hand on your back and his other laced with your fingers. "Don't let her being a succubus fool you" he leaned in whispered into your ear. "There's no one who knows what they're doing better than the devil himself. And if I win I'm going to play you like a fiddle. And I know that's what you want isn't it?" He nipped playfully at your ear before pulling away. You were once again too flustered to speak. Feeling conflicted as well.

They were going to make you choose but they were both making this so hard. Although you were enjoying the attention you wanted both of them. Maybe there was a way. As you danced with the devil who was a pretty suave and skilled dancer, he noticed your mind wandering and he couldn't have that. He spun you around suddenly and dipped you. He looked deeply into your eyes before his lips met yours. The kiss came by surprise but he definitely got your attention now. You sunk into it and ran your fingers through his blonde hair.

Then he pulled you back up and smiled at the redness in your cheeks. His smile faded into annoyance as he looked past you. You weren’t quite sure why until you felt a tap at your shoulder. "May I cut in?" Lilith asked with her voice like honey as you felt her take your hand and swoop you out of Lucifer's arms and into her own. She danced with about the same amount of grace and confidence as Lucifer, and she locked eyes with you the whole time, but she looked deeply relaxed and almost like she believed wholeheartedly like she had already won.

"You know you looked so handsome with your lips on his. But let me show you what a real kiss is" and you expected her to just slam her lips into yours like Lucifer did but she didn't. She began to lean in and kiss up your neck. Each time it sent shivers down your spine and a heat in between your legs. Before she made her way to your mouth. She knew what was she was doing because instead of making it long and passionate she pulled away making you crave more. She grabbed your tie and pulled you as close to her as possible. "A succubus knows how to give you just enough for it not to be enough. I can take control sweetie. I always get what I want." You didn't know how much more of this you could take. Although you were loving every second of it.

But you did have an idea finally. You were surprised you could even get your brain to work right now. Lucifer approaches ready to steal you away again. You speak up "I've made my decision" you tried not to stutter. "I'll tell you both after the party" they looked surprise. They teased. "Look at our big man taking charge" Lilith said. "Yes, well don't think that will stop us from continuing to have some fun with you" Lucifer grinned. They continued till the end of the party to take turns flirting and flustering you and you wished the party would just end sooner. You ached to have them stop playing with you like a toy and actually give you what they promised.

After the party was over you sat on the couch both of them on either side. A hand on each of your knees that felt kind of weak. "So? Who's the lucky winner?" Lucifer beamed. "Well it's obviously me" Lilith boasted. You were with Lilith last when you told them you had a made a decision so it was fair for her to think that. But you were about to turn the tables on both of them.

"Actually... it's a tie" they looked surprised and a bit confused. "You see, you both have a crazy affect on me and I know you know it. So I think you both deserve to win." Their faces turned to almost perfectly matching mischievous smiles. "I think what he's saying is he wants both of us" says Lucifer with a wink. "I guess we'll have to learn to share for tonight." Lilith spoke suggestively.

Lucifer stood up and bowed to her. "Very well malady, let's go upstairs and play with our new prize" and they took you by the arms and led you to the bedroom where they did indeed learn to share. Lucifer may have been the host but it definitely more like it was your party tonight. And you were the one who won the game in the end.

#hazbin hotel #vivziepop #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader x lilith #hazbin lucifer #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lilith #lilith x reader #hazbin lilith #hazbin x reader

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criminalskies · 9 months

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Drunk Aaron (REPOSTING ON NEW ACCOUNT)

I have a thought!! What about drunk Aaron? Like I’ve had this thought before but I’m so obsessed with the idea of helping Aaron up the stairs after a really good night with the team and then trying to get his clothes off to get him dressed in his pjs. Then he swats at your hands and is like “No, n—no, I’m in a relationship! Stop tryin t’ undress me😣.” And then messing with him and going “you are? what are they like?” And he looks up with sparkles in his eyes and he’s like “s’ pretty 🤭🥰” and that’s when you laugh and you’re like “sweetheart, it’s me. You’re in a relationship with me, now let me get you dressed okay?” And he gets so confused at first but then starts blushing when you take his jacket and tie off and is like “you’re so pretty 🥰” while you get him dressed 😭❤️❤️ - request from @ssamorganhotchner <33333

i don't think you get it IM OBSESSED!

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You knew it was a bad idea the moment the team was able to convince Aaron to grab the mic and croon in karaoke. He was only four drinks in but the only way on was upwards. He very rarely cut loose like this, particularly in front of his employees, but he was having the most fun you'd seen him have in months. You stood by as Penelope and Prentiss bought him wet pussy shot after wet pussy shot until their usually very measured, very nuanced, well behaved boss became a party animal.

He had long since shed his tie and rolled up his sleeves, his hair was cascading over his face as he sweat from the exertion of ruling the dance floor for the last hour. You had no idea your Aaron could do the splitz until he dropped to the floor of the bar, pointing his hands directly in the air and howling as his legs splayed out completely.

You can't lie about how much his confidence and freedom was affecting you, but given that the two of you hadn't announced your relationship to the team yet, you were trying your hardest to keep your arousal at bay, or at least to pretend the drool on your face was from the alcohol you'd had, not from the way your boss had undone his top buttons, and his dress shirt was showing off his broad chest.

Speaking of your alcohol, you tried to keep your drinks to a minimum, wanting to be able to take Aaron home and make sure the two of you make it to bed in one piece.

Aaron came back to the table, dropping down into the sticky booth, he was panting with exhaustion from his dancefloor efforts. He reached for your lime & soda you'd been nursing, chugging the ice cold beverage down before you could muster an 'excuse me?' as you watched his chest heave and the vessels in his neck and arms pulsate with his heartbeat.

"You know, Hotchner I had no idea you were hiding moves like that from us." You tried keeping every bone in your body from wrapping yourself around him like you wanted to, as half your team was watching from across the booth.

"Well, I have a few more moves but those are reserved for very special people." Hotch smirked at you.

"Oh, yeah?" You couldn't resist his bait, knowing you were putty in his drunken hands.

"Yeah, I think my partner would kill me if I showed you my finer moves." He looked more at Dave and at Spencer than he did at you, and you realised he was too wasted to recognise said partner right in front of him. "How about another drink, Morgan? Spencerrrrrr." Aaron asked, narrowly avoiding putting the pretty boy in a headlock as he questioned the table, swinging off the post in the outer corner of the booth. The team turned him down, and he trudged off to the bar to get himself another something to cool down.

"Sheesh, I didn't know Hotch was seeing somebody. Sounds awfully mysterious, huh?" Morgan opened the conversation to pry into Hotch's love life.

"I don't know," Emily chimed in, "seems just like him to be scared to tell us about them. He's got a lot of walls up, I'm just glad he let somebody in. Even if he's not ready to share them with us yet."

The team all seemed to hum in agreement, deciding to leave it be as their boss came back to the table with a beer and a rum and coke in either hand.

He sat down beside you once more, pushing you the rum and coke as he seemed to have remembered who you are to him, and your go-to drink. You figured in the state he's in you probably have a maximum of one hour before he gives away your whole relationship in a spill of word vomit (hopefully not actual vomit, at least) so you decided to take control of the situation, and put your arm around him as he takes his seat. It seems to go mostly unnoticed by the team as Reid has delved into a tangent on the difference between binge-drinking and regular drinking with their respective effects on the brain.

"How you feeling there, cowboy?" You whispered to Aaron, trying to gauge how long he wanted to stay at the bar.

"Pretty great." Aaron replies, with that wide, toothy grin and eyes like he's been stargazing into your own. He rests his head on the palm of his hand, elbow to the table, still giving you a puppy-eyed stare as Reid's tangent comes to a close. The team turns back towards you two, seeing you giggle at Hotch's loving gaze. You love seeing him this loose, free of all his masks and personas he usually has to wear to keep himself and the team, his family, safe.

You catch Morgan in the corner of your eye as he elbows Prentiss, whispering in her ear, feeling all four of their eyes on you and your suddenly lovestruck boyfriend.

"You know, I think the jig is up." you inform Aaron. You see a concentrated look overtake his face at the word jig, and he begins pushing himself up off the table and over to the dance floor. He stops, reaching out his hand to you, first.

"Let's show them the real jig, then." He suggests. You take his hand cautiously and let him lead you out onto the dancefloor, where the two of you continue to bust a move even under the patronising stares of six criminal profilers. You let Aaron pull you around by your hands, your hips, letting the music carry you both through the night knowing you can deal with the questions later.

The music cuts out and one of Aaron's FAAAAVOURITE songs comes on (as he so eloquently shouted in your ear), prompting him to become the bounciest FBI agent you've ever laid eyes on, and he's jumping around like a box-spring until suddenly, he stills. He clutches his stomach, drops your hand and runs for the nearest bathroom stall. Poor thing, he really only drinks like this a few times a calendar year, and since losing weight in his triathlon training he's particularly prone to all the side-effects of excessive drinking, much more than he used to be.

You throw Rossi a pitiful look as he follows after his friend, muttering something about being too old for this. It's almost half an hour later when the two of them emerge, Aaron looking far worse for wear, draped over Rossi's presumably very expensive jacket. Morgan and Dave load Aaron into your car, with your promise that you'll answer all the team's burning questions about your newly revealed relationship in the morning. That is if you can get the unit chief out of bed by 12.

Aaron doesn't say a word on the drive home, clearly enjoying the sensation of the cool passenger window of your car against his burning cheek, and you think he's fallen asleep. Perfect. You get to unload your 200 pounds of boyfriend into your sixth floor apartment and his body is as limp as a raw hotdog.

You manage to open the car door without his body spilling out, which you count as a small success.

"Aaron, Aaron sweetheart, we're home." You stroke his cheek, feeling him nuzzle against your hand, before his eyes snap open and he bats your hand away.

"I'm n't your sweeth'rt I don't even know you." He looks at you through squinted eyes, clearly straining to stay awake.

"Alright, well, I'm gonna help you get home, if that's okay. Can you walk?" You fight every fibre in your body to not tack a 'sugarbear' on the end of that question, given how adorable he looks when he's this sleepy.

"I c'n run! Course I c'n walk." Perfect. Despite being about as structurally sound as a wet tortilla chip, he's still got his confidence, however misguided it may be.

"OK. Walk with me?" You pull his arm around your shoulders, trying to help lever him up out of the car. He trips every few steps and will definitely scowl at the horrid scuffed state of his favourite work shoes in the morning, but at least he's not faceplanting. Yet.

You manage to maneuvre him into the elevator, basically holding his body up against the wall of the small space. Once you arrive at the sixth floor, he has a few near-trips with the neighbours welcome mats getting caught beneath his shoes, but you finally arrive at your door.

"Stay here, okay, just one moment, baby just stay right there while I get our keys." You prop him up to the left side of your door, dropping your workbag on the table to the right so you can rummage for your keys when you hear a loud THUD.

The poor thing is in a ball on the floor, having slid down the wall and become just a pile of limbs and coat tails somewhere along the way.

"Shit." You find your keys, unlocking the door and throwing your bag onto the couch down the entryway before you even attempt to pick up your pile of boyfriend.

"Aaron, stay with me, please wake up I just need you to go inside, you can't sleep out here." You plead with him, hoping that just one lobe of his brain is functioning enough to hear you.

"Hrmmph." He replies in a sort of grunt. Wonderful, your pile of boyfriend has attitude. Luckily, you know just who could get him to stand at attention right now.

You clear your throat, aiming to make it sound older and croakier than your own. "SSA Hotchner, Attention!" You make one last-ditch appeal to the scared little boy inside of him who lived from army bootcamp to army bootcamp.

To your surprise, he starts rolling around trying to ascertain which was is up, and with your hands under his arms, he is able to stand back up. You walk him inside without a word, pushing him straight through to your bedroom before he can collapse and reoccupy his liquid form on the floor once more.

You grab his pyjamas, neatly folded atop his pillow as always, bringing them over with some socks for him to wear to bed.

He's managed to remain sitting up at the foot of the bed where you left him, and you decide now you definitely need to be his partner, not his tenth grade drill sergeant to achieve this.

"Aaron, sweetheart, put your arms up for me."

"No, I'm taken. I d'nt want any funny business w'you." He puts on an excellent pout, and you're proud of his resistance to someone's advances deep within your chest, but right now you really just need him to get over it until you can tuck him neatly into bed.

"Aaron, I know you're taken because it's me, Y/N. See?" You give a dramatic twirl, letting him look up at you through his lashes, but his eyes look emptier than usual. The lights are on, but almost nobody is home, nobody helpful anyway.

"Prove it." He challenges you.

"Well, would anybody but Y/N know that you still have your caterpillar stuffie from when you were three? Mister Tickles?" You hope he's in a conscious enough state to recall that Mister Tickles is in your shared wardrobe, nestled in between Aaron's winter coats.

"Okay, weirdo. No need t'get pers'nal" You laugh at Aaron trying to keep his cool although you clearly know even the things about him he hides from himself.

He reluctantly raises his arms, letting you remove his undershirt, replacing it with your favourite college tee that just fits him so much nicer than it fits you, and he lays down and lifts his hips, letting you remove his belt and slacks. He wolf whistles when you first start undoing his belt but you know you can't take advantage of him when he can't even recognise who you are without guidance. You slide on his Air-bud puppy pyjama pants Jack got him for his birthday, knowing he loved the movie as a boy. You then manage to slip socks on his feet and open up the blankets, pushing him into the open bed and tucking him in tightly. You leave to putter about the bedroom, doing your own nighttime routine before you come back to Aaron, placing blobs of his favourite moisturiser on his face, rubbing it in ever so gently, although he's practically snoring. You know how much he hates feeling like 'the life drains from his face' after a night out and how he will inevitably wake up with cold feet and dry eyes.

You admire his sleeping form, his long lashes shifting as his eyes peacefully drift in his sleep. You plant a kiss on his forehead before heading out to the kitchen to get him painkillers and a glass of water, knowing he'll need them. You also leave the toilet light on, letting it glow under the door so when he does inevitably get up for one last heave into the bowl, he'll be able to find his way in the dark.

You get into bed, worrying about what is to come from the team tomorrow, now knowing the two of you are together, and how you'll have to explain yourselves to Strauss and inevitably an internal review board or three. But as you look once more at Aaron's peaceful face, you notice that even after three hours of karaoke and dancing his heart out, he looks more rested and relaxed than he has in the years you'd known him. His frown lines making way for smile lines, and all of his walls he built around himself making room for one more. You know the two of you will be able to face whatever may be thrown your way.

As you look at the toilet light cascading under the door, illuminating the fibres of your plush carpeted room, you realise Aaron is your guiding light as well. That you wouldn't know home without him.

#i'm sorry guys i might be reposting a lot of old stuff like this that you've seen before but im just making it more accessible #please bear with me #rome’s wonderful moots! <3 #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x gn!reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #hotch x gn!reader #hotch x gender neutral reader #drunk!hotch #the amazing morgan!

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mami-mania · 1 year

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In Her Possession

Chapter 2

Her True Colors

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When you arrived home, you were quick to do what she told you, you knew she was angry and you didn’t wanna make it worse.

“What a good girl, doing exactly what I told you to do. Too bad I have to punish you, and you’re not gonna like it”

The tone in her voice told you everything you needed to know, she wasn’t gonna go easy on you, at all…

You heard her in the closet, picking out what sounded like a belt. You closed your legs, you were scared that the belt would hit your vagina, but Rhea was quick to open them back up.

“Keep your goddamn legs open or I’ll tie them down” She said angrily.

And down came the first whip, hitting right between your legs and on your thighs, you couldn’t help but whimper at the pain.

She continued to whip you, purposely hitting the same spot. And with every hit, another tear came out your eye.

“Please Rhea, it hurts” you whimpered through tears. But Rhea didn’t seem to care, continuing to hit you with her belt.

“If your gonna be a fucking brat, i’m gonna treat you like one, now shut the fuck up and take it” She said through gritted teeth.

You tried your best to stop crying, realizing that the more you cried, the more hits you’d receive.

You heard Rhea drop the belt, walking back to the closet to get something else.

You sighed in relief, hoping that she was done, but you screamed as you saw her walk out the closet with a candle and a lighter.

“No no Rhea please, please don’t do this again, I promise I’ll be good, please..” You cried out, trying to plead Rhea with your polite choice of words.

“Oh shut up, that’s exactly what you said last time and what happened? You disobeyed be again, and you know how much that pisses me off” She said, lighting the candle so the wax would melt.

You didn’t want to go through the pain again, you you got out the bed and ran towards the door, but Rhea was quick to grab you by your hair, throwing you back on the bed.

She pulled some ropes out the drawer, along with a gag, tying your arms to the headboard and gagging your mouth.

“You gonna sit here and take it, I dont give a fuck if you like it or not.” Rhea said, as be poured the hot, melted wax over your thighs and stomach.

You screamed and cried in pain through the gag, but all Rhea did was laugh. She enjoyed seeing you in pain, and had no problem putting you through it, especially when she thought you deserved it.

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Time Skip

Rhea had already untied you and removed the gag from your mouth. You huddled up under the blankets, crying to your self, still feeling the burning sensation from the wax.

Rhea crawled in bed behind you, snuggling her head into your neck, but you moved away from her.

Rhea didn’t like that, she flipped you over so you were facing her and smashed her lips into yours. You tried to pull away but the grip she had on the back of your head was too strong.

She pulled away, licking the string of saliva that came from your mouth.

“Rhea..?” You said softly, still sniffing.

“What?” She said, still upset

“Do you love me…” You asked out of curiosity

Rhea shot up out of bed, staring you dead in the eye.

“Of course I love you, what kind of dumb a-“

“THEN WHY DO YOU HURT ME SO MUCH!!?” You interrupted her

“No matter what I do, you always have to put me through some kind of pain, Im fucking si-“

Rhea cut you off by placing her hand over your mouth. She leaned down, licking and kissing all over your neck. You couldn’t help but moan softly. It wasn’t often that Rhea did this, but you loved it when she did.

“You think I don’t love you? Thats an understatement.. I do love you, very much, but it pisses me off when you act like you cant follow simple rules.” She said

She began kissing down your neck, moving the blanket off your body as she kissed down your stomach all the way down to your thighs which she had spread with her large hands.

She was quick to lick and suck on your clit, and you were quick to moan loudly. She was really good with her tongue, and you loved it when she ate you out, even though she’s only done it one time before.

You were moaning softly until she stuck her tongue in your weeping hole. You moaned even louder, almost screaming.

“Tell me baby, how good does it feel, how good does Mami make you feel?” She asked, quickly going back to what she was doing.

“It fe-feels so g-go-good Mami..” You said between moans.

You felt a slightly familiar knot in your stomach, and you wanted to cum so bad, but you knew you had to ask first.

“Mami, Im gonna cum, please let me cum..”

“You better fucking hold it until I say you can release”

You cried out, knowing that she wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

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Time Skip (Again)

About 10 minuets had gone by, and she was still working her tongue on your pussy. Your legs were shaking and you tried to close your legs, but her strong grip stopped you from doing so.

“P-please Mami, please let me c-cum, I can’t h-hold it!” You cried, the pleasure becoming too much to handle.

“Go on little one, cum for Mami” Rhea said, and you were quick to release.

Rhea crawled back up by you, kissing your cheek as you were panting heavily

“Does that answer your question?” She asked, you gave her a weak nod in response.

“Now, get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow…”

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A/N - I REALLY hope you guys like this, It probably doesn’t make sense in some parts but I tried my best!

#demi bennett #rhea ripley #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley x reader #dark au #smut

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matryx7728 · 4 months

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Thoughts about Gabriel ultrakill and the heavenly council

okay okay okay okay okay so

i’m assuming this is referring to the tags i rbed that one post with so. youngings avert your eyes maybe idk how deranged i’ll get while typing this

gabriel ultrakill has such an impossible appeal to me and i’m going to attempt to put it into words

first of all. look at him. he’s so fucking pretty it’s insane have you seen that guy he’s beautiful in a way i can’t wrap my head around

he acts the way he acts he gets beat for the first time ever literalky ever by a machine and falls in love with it but mistakes that love for hatred and then when he reports back to the council they blame him for getting his ass handed to him like hello ???? you can’t just do that to him this is not what this post is supposed to be about im getting off topic

the way he acts his character his flow hsi jehevrnrgehrgrgrhuuuuuggaggggggggghh he triggers such a primal carnal desire within me that i’ve not felt my entire life until i witnessed him do you fucking grasp how much just how much i need to just be Near him do you understand how much i want to just hold his hand or to grab his stupid tiny little waist i want to place my hands on him in any kind of way okease oh my god please i need to cling to him i NEED to watch him do common normal things like twisting a doorknob or tie a knot oh my god i need to see him tie a knot you know how you have to pull the strings taut i need ti see him di that i need to see him lift something slightly heavy i need to watch him throw something into the air and catch it or alternatively i need to see him almost not catch it and do that jolt thing people do when they almost drop something to catch it i need to see him do that i need ti see him grip something i need to watch him stand up from a sitting position i need to watch him forget the direction he’s supposed to be going in and then do that weird pause and glance around before turning around and speed walking in the opposite direction i need to see him pick up a spherical object and watch the way his hands wrap around it i need to watch him reach around to try and grab something slightly out of reach

i need to jump on him i need to cling to him i need to climb all over that guy i need to feel the ridge of his spine i need to watch his adam’s apple shift as he swallows or speaks i need to watch his throat do that when it’s like you know when you lean your head back and the skin over your neck is pulled taut and the movement of yiur throat is much more significant i need to see him do that i need to watch him preen his wings i would collect his shed feathers and keep them in a little box or put them on a necklace and he’d be like Why Do You Have Those and i’d be like 😊😊😊😊😊😊 i think his wings are so fucking pretty i also think they’d be warm like they change temp depending on his mood notmally they’d be relatively warm like a heated blanket enraged they’d be like the temp of the surface of the sun and ecstasy they’d be even hotter donyou get me

there are so many things i think about him i have no words for them i just think he’s so catastrophically attractive ok in every way possible my view on him varies all the time sometimes i’m like Wow I’d Really Like To Be Friends With That Guy and other times i’m like I NEED HIM IN ME ummmmmm thats

okay getting only slightly more unhinged i’ll cut it here just in case cause we’re enterying hornypost territory

do you understand the amount of lust my body contains for gabriel ultrakill i would love to be pinned down by that guy by the shoulders or to have his hand run along the length of my spine or against my jaw i need to press my body up against his i don’t care how i just need to Touch him i NEED to hear that archangel whimper (<- listened to the gabriel whimpering audio clips 67 times) i need that guy down my throat uhhhhmmmmmm yeah i’m cutting that one short it seems my rational mind has finally kicked in

have fun reading my category 7 autism event

#ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #oopsies !#haha unmmmmm #that’s okay #suggestive #i’d add more tags but #uh #| okay i had to edit all tags from this one forward in because someone walked in my room as i was typing #and i frantically hit post to get it off my screen #as i was saying #id ad more tags but this little tangent here absorbed so much of my brains ability to describe things #but hey #if i have another wet dream about gabriel tonight i’ll keep you guys posted j guess #i’m sorry #matryx speaks #mail

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saltyr3mix · 11 months

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Outsider smp Owen hair head cannons: I've had thoughts about this and wanted to share. Ok so, Owens Minecraft skin that he uses in the smp has hair buns. and i will die on this hill. I think through the entire time in the maze Owen had space buns or pigtails.

Owen is also like 35. So there is a 35 year old man. traumatized by being a child soldier and war criminal....even if he doesn't know it at first. And he wears space buns. I don't know why but that makes me so incredibly happy.

And also this means hes matching with Apo and Magic. Who also have their hair tied up in a similar way.

If you want my full personal head cannon. Owen didn't know what to do with his hair at all when he first entered. At first it wasn't even long enough to tie up. But months passed and he was getting extremely annoyed when it would fall into his eyes while training or stick to the back of his neck after long days in the maze. He was complaining to Apo about this one day and Apo's like. Hold on man i've got this.

The demon comes back with some twine, thin cloth. Or whatever the closest to rubber bands that they have in the clearing. And does Owen's hair up in buns. Owen laughs at first thinking he looks slightly ridiculous. But slowly learns to love them. when they eventually fall out he goes back to Apo asking to do them up again. Apo eventually teaches him how to do it himself and the pair have matching buns through out the more peaceful time of clearing. Sometimes they even dragged Rasbi in. They often placed flowers and other pretty forestry in each other's buns as decoration.

Flash forward several months/ years depending on what you believe. And Magic enters the scene. Owen wants nothing to do with Apo at the moment because he was lied and betrayed to by the demon. One day he comes out with his hair down, everyone a bit surprised they hadn't seen it like this scene the very early days of the clearing. Magic figures out that he's upset and offers to help. He needing something to distract himself and not wanting to have to deal with the mess of long hair in his face when entering the maze, lets the younger mess with his hair. Magic tries a a few styles, just some funny ones to cheer him up a bit. even threatening to dye it crazy colors. In the end Owens hair is up in buns again. But whereas Apo's were small and tight better for just keeping the hair from being a bother. Magics had more volume and airy. They were more for display than function. But he wore them around anyways to match magic and even use them to make fun of her at times. Only it would always end up backfiring. He no longer puts flowers in them. Flash forward again and Owens is cleaning Apo's blood off his spear. In the reflection he sees the buns and flash back to soldier rules on hair length kick in. He picks up some sheers and cuts it all off down to appropriate length. The others cant tell if that was a good or bad thing. Magic is a bit upset they don't match anymore. But Owen assures her that it was only having hair that long was bothering him. By the time Owens locked up having committed multiple murders his hairs a bit out grown again. Not helping with the heat. He can't help but hate that it only proves how much hes fallen from his soldier glory.

Anyway, i also think at one point he dyed a streak of his hair orange. It might have even been a prank on him from either Oeca or Apo that dyed his hair that way. But it didn't stick around only last for a handful of weeks.

And yeah! Outsiders may be long over but i've finally found a place to talk about it so im going to! Sorry not Sorry for the rant he means a lot to me. And if you like this idea let me know.....i might write a fic about it....i've certainly thought about it but idk if i would have the time.

#outsiders smp #owengejuice #apokuna #head canon

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Hey!! So i saw that u started writing again, so if u dont mind writing something like a knife kink + dumbification for indra and madara?? Tysm<33

Ohmygawwd I had this request since the previous time I said I would come back (and then, I didn't)

Im so sorry it took me so long :,( but its finally here!

Never wrote knife play before, so I'm not sure how accurate this is, I did some investigation for it but well, I had to try :)

TW: Knife play, dumbification Pairing: Uchiha Madara / reader - Otsutsuki Indra / reader NSFW

Indra

- Cruelly fine patience. Indra enjoys seeing you tied up and with no hope of escape, completely restrained by hand and foot. It's a situation he'll often put you in because nothing manages to get his cock harder than that image.

- He will use satin straps, powerfully unbreakable but soft against your skin, as he enjoys watching you fight against your bonds, seeming eager to escape from him. It's the power play that drives this man's arousal.

- Indra will pace from one side of the room to the other, ignoring you completely as he discards his clothing, keeping only his pants on.

- You know he's doing it to torture your mind in every possible way, pushing you to your limit without even taking his underwear off. It infuriates and turns you on in equal measure.

- "You won't believe how dumb you'll look after everything I'll do to you (Y/N)."

- When he finally decides to pay you attention, he walks over to the bed with his favorite dagger clutched firmly in hand. It's small, but it's not blunt, something he constantly reminds you as to keep you completely still for his touch.

- "You know how this works (Y/N). You'll have to choose not to move an inch in the face of everything I'll do to you. If you don't, I’ll pierce you right through with the knife."

- As he whispers those words in your ear, he drags the blunt side of the knife across your body, starting from your neck and working his way down to your pelvis, stopping at your nipples to poke them with the cold metal tip.

- The dagger leaves a long red mark where the skin was tenderized by its touch, which Indra mimics with his tongue as he moves down to your groin.

- Just when you think his mouth will land on your apex, he spits harshly to lubricate the area and moves up again, until he is at eye level with you. With one hand, he lightly touches you, slowly working his way up to watch you writhe in pleasure beneath him. With the other, he holds the knife against your throat.

- "My stupid little bitch won't move because she knows she shouldn't. You don't want to get cut, do you, silly?", "Don't look away, or I'll have to start again just as you're about to finish."

- The cold metal against your throat and the precise deliveries of Indra's digits are all it takes to make a mess of you under his hands, and just as your first orgasm begins to wane, he penetrates you without warning, taking overstimulation to a new level.

Madara

- With this man, the situation is somewhat different. It's not the fear he enjoys seeing in your eyes, but the anticipation, the uncertainty, knowing he has you in his clutches and can take you wherever he wants.

- He always keeps his dagger in the freezer, leaving it completely frozen for when it's time to play with you. He loves to involve temperature changes and physical sensations in your intimate moments, always finding a new variation on how to push you to your limit.

- He will not tie you down, for he chooses to trust the fact that you understand you must not move, and if you become uncomfortable with boundaries, he knows you will let him know before risking a knife cut.

- Your hands slip through his hair, tied in a bun so as not to get in the way of the game, and trail down his back, leaving marks that soon turn red on his white skin with your fingernails. He gives you the freedom to move as you please, for he knows you are at his disposal and will obey his directions.

- "I'm going to fuck you silly until you don't even know how to say your name, (Y/N)." "Show me that stupid little face of yours, show me how you'll cry for me."

- He concentrates on conditioning you with gentle touches and caresses, getting you wet and ready for the show. He will take his time undressing you, stripping off your clothes, and tearing your underwear with the edge of the dagger.

- He uses a piece of fabric to blindfold you and begins to play with the sensations the cold metal produces on your skin. He scrapes your abdomen as if buttering a loaf of bread, and gently pricks your flesh with the tip of the knife until he reaches your legs.

- "Is my little dummy ready to be fucked?" "Tell me how you want me to screw you this time, (Y/N)."

- He won't come in contact with your pussy until he feels you physically ready. He needs to see you dripping with need before he'll get down to work. Your body's desperation and the fact that you can't see anything he does with you, how confident you are that he won't hurt you, bewitches him.

- He places the dagger just above your pubis, and at that exact moment, he decides to stop torturing you and fuck you with abandon.

#naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #naruto #otsutsuki indra #indra otsutsuki #madara #madara uchiha #indra #indra otsutsuki x reader #otsutsuki indra x reader #indra x reader #madara uchiha x reader #uchiha madara x reader #madara x reader #uchiha madara #uchiha clan #naruto scenarios

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gamesbyalbie · 1 month

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The Cursed Journey

PART 7: SUMMIT

FOUR YEARS AGO

There was a time in my life where I thought nothing was worse than afterparties. Being forced to attend a party or ceremony was terrible enough, having to stay afterwards? It was like being given detention.

The night of the Hugo Awards might have been the worst of the worst, simply because I wanted nothing more than to go home and decompress while everyone else there wanted nothing more than to talk to me. I was moments away from doing something my PR team would regret when a bartender slid a tonic with lime in front of me.

"Compliments of the gentleman." They winked and pointed to the other end of the bar.

Min-joon was standing there, leaning against the glowing counter as casually as can be, his face and body awash in pink and blue light. He was wearing a sparkling black suit jacket, an open collared shirt made from sheer lace, and a stunning necklace that dripped down his neck and chest like a stream of frozen tears. It put my basic purple suit to shame. Min-joon wasn't even looking at me. He seemed fully engrossed in his phone, so I smirked and pulled out my own.

I messaged him: "thanks" and watched for him to receive it.

A tiny smile bloomed across his face. Without looking up, he responded: "You're welcome. Congrats by the way. I guess it's a little bit cool that you won"

"eh, its alright. im sure youll get it next time" I loosened my tie with one hand. "where do you think i should put it? coffee table?"

I heard him snort from across the bar. "What do you mean by coffee table? That stack of books between the fridge and the bed? Or are you referring to the windowsill?"

"its a secret, i'll finally show you next time"

"Looking forward to it." He looked up for a second, deliberately avoiding my direction. "Also, just so you know, there's at least three people behind you waiting to flirt with your handsome ass."

"who?"

He glanced up again, subtly. "Orange suit jacket, fishnet mask, and red (not pink) sequined dress." As soon as I finished reading that, another text came in. "Actually take that back, pink sequins just gave you the eyes too."

I laughed, half at him and half at myself. "i love how you can tell all that and i cant"

"No worries, mate. I've got your back. You need me to be your Cyrano, just let me know."

"i think i may need an anti-cyrano"

He bit his lip. "Perfect. I'll help you repel potential suitors while keeping an eye out for any stray admirers."

I quickly responded with "my hero" before my moment of reprieve was cut short.

"Mx. Specter?" I swiveled around in my seat. An elderly individual in a rusty orange suit was standing in front of me. I couldn't tell if they were Orange Suit Jacket. "Jacket" seemed like very intentional wording on Min-joon's behalf and this person was in a full on suit.

"Yes?"

"Ayodele Akande. Channel 6 News. I just wanted to congratulate you on your big win. Who Watches was the best book I've read in the last decade and Felix is one of my favorite characters."

"Thank you so much." 200 bucks says you never even read it.

''Mr. Akande. Ken had a ques—oh, sorry." I turned to see a beautiful individual in a red sequined dress. "I didn't realize you were talking with someone."

"It's fine, Gerry. I was just congratulating, Mx. Specter." He gave me a pat on the arm which I didn't appreciate. "But they have plenty more praise to receive. Where's Ken?" He walked off with the assistant.

As they left my personal bubble and I was permitted to turn back to the bar, my smile slid from my face like dust off a windshield. "i cant fucking do this"

"Hmm..." Three dots appeared then disappeared. I glanced up and Min-joon wasn't there anymore. My spirit sank.

Several more people approached me. I'm not sure how many exactly, but it felt like a damn stampede. Strangers just chattering about my book, asking inane questions and promoting themselves with little to no subtlety. If I hadn't shaved my head a few days before, I'd have pulled all my hair out right then and there.

My phone buzzed. "Oh, sorry," I mumbled. "Just need to check—"

Min-joon: "There's a dude coming for you."

"what the fuck?"

"Mx. Specter?" A server waved to me from a few feet away.

"Excuse me." I eagerly deserted my unpleasant company.

"Your coat and personal items are just back here." I followed the stranger into the kitchen where they handed me my stuff then down a winding corridor to a staff elevator. "Head to the garage floor. He said he'll be there for you."

"Who are you talking about?"

"I've been paid to forget that information."

Min-joon was waiting just outside the elevator in his little green car. "Get in, loser." He winked.

"Sorry, aren't you the loser?" I asked, dropping into the passenger seat and tossing the trophy in the back.

"Nah. You may have won the Hugo." Min-joon smirked. "But I already have the best prize." He reached out to hold my hand.

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codskyrimoneshots · 1 year

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Y/n Sat in ghost's lap because soap dared her. Ghosts hands where on her hips keeping her secure on his lap. What she didn't know was a certain 6'10 Sargent was watching from the shadows feeling jealous by the minute. His hands formed in to balls " L.T Alex wants to see you in the training room" the Tall Austrian says walking out of the shadows with his shoulders up to make himself look more intimidating. "Tell him I'm busy" ghost say not looking at the Sargent " he says he needs you..now" königs voice drops so Ghost knows to go " and I said tell him I'm busy könig!" The now angry lieutenant shouts. König looks at soap " leave" he snaps at the poor guy leaving no room for a fight. Soap scurries out of the room scared of what will happen if he doesn't listen.

König rips y/n out of Ghosts lap and moves her behind him. Ghost shot up as this happens and tries to get y/n back but könig grabs his throat and slams him in to the wall making him hit his head " I told you Alex wants you I tried getting you to leave peacefully but you wouldn't fucking listen" könig snapped Ghost tries to push the man off him but könig didn't move he was cutting off his air way and he was staring to fight harder " KÖNIG STOP!" y/n steps in trying to pull the men apart. " KÖNIG! GET OFF HIM" price walked in and pulls the boys apart.

Y/n's pov

Price pulled the boys apart I was about to check on Ghost but könig picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and started walking to his room " König put me down!" I started fighting again him but that didn't help. König opened his room door and threw me on the bed I yelpped as I hit the bed. König shut and locked the door behind him. I was about to yell at him but before I could do anything he was on top of me with his mask off and his head in my neck kissing up and down making me moan his name " fuck könig" I grabbed his blonde hair and softly pulled " your mine not that fools got it" könig told me kissing and sucking hickeys on my neck " yes sir I'm your's only yours" I say as I wrap my legs around his waist " oh baby girl you don't understand stand how much Im going to make you beg for me" he tells me and grabs my hand then pins them above my head with one hand " hope you don't like this shirt" be for I can reply he cuts my shirt off with his knife "KÖNIG! That was my last clean shirt!" I say looking at the ruined fabric " you can have one of mine" he tells me kissing down my collar bone and down the valley of my boobs then back up again König takes his belt off with his free hand and ties my arms to the head of the bed "könig I want to touch you" I pout pulling on the belt " oh no baby girl only good girls get to touch" he tells me taping my thigh.

König gets back to work kissing down my body to where my shorts are " be a good girl and I may let you touch" he says lustfully and pulls my shorts and underwear off. König kisses my thighs and I buckle my hips trying to get him where I need him. König uses one strong arm to hold my hips down " that's not being good sweetheart" he tells me " könig please I need you"

"Patience baby girl all good things come to those who wait" this cocky bastard says " Ghost wouldn't make me wait" that seems to make something snap in könig. His hand grabbed my throat and he grabs my wet underwear off the floor and puts it in my mouth so I can't talk " you think it's funny making me jealous " he says taking off his shirt his abs of full display making me close my legs but he's quick to open them " don't make me tie your legs open baby girl because I will do it " the dominance in his voice makes me feel weak and I nod telling him I understand " good girl" könig kisses my clit making my body jump " stay still or I will stop" he growled against me making me whimper.

König got back to work sucking and licking at my womenhood after a few minutes he slides one of his thick fingers in to my heat making me moan and squirm under him I wrap my legs around his head as his fingers hit the sweet spot and my back Arch. König growled and pushed my hips down.

I felt my stomach tightening up and my walls clinch around his fingers and he pulled away making me groan. He got up on his knees and unbuttoned his pants and pulling them off with his underwear and throwing them in the room somewhere. König looked up at me " are you ok with me continuing?" I nodded yes wanting to feel him.

König pushed him large manhood in to me inch by inch until he bottomed out I felt so full he was so deep. König begin moving in and out " fuck your so tight" he says with his head in my neck his manhood hitting my sweet spot over and over making my eyes roll back in to my head. König put his hand on my stomach feeling his manhood move in and out with every thrust of his hips " fuck baby girl" his accent getting thicker as he picks up speed . I warp my hips around him pushing him deeper. König felt my walls tighten around him making him twitch against my sweet spot.

" Fuck baby your doing so good" my stomach begins to tighten as I get closer to my climax.

König goes faster making my body tremble as my orgasm hits like a wave and my womanhood tightens round him milking his manhood " fuck look at you milking my cock so pretty" after a few more thrusts of his hips könig climaxes deep in side me the feeling of his warm seed making me moan.

König pulls out after a few minutes. He take my underwear out of my mouth and unties my arms " I'm going to run a warm bath for you" he tells me kissing my head and walking to my bathroom. I must have fell asleep because I next thing I know könig is picking my up gently " sorry sweetheart you need a bath tho don't want you to feel used or dirty when you go to bed" he tells me sitting me in the warm water. I close my legs at the water hits my abused womenhood " was I to rough?" König sounds more like a sweet little boy now then he did a few minutes before"no I'm ok" I tell him

After the bath könig takes me to his bed and lays me down he had given me his biggest shirt so I can sleep comfortably " y/n?" Köing calls my name as he lays down next to me " yeah könig?"

" Will you go out with me?" König says softly and struggling to get it out " yes I will " I say kissing him on his cheek before I put my head on his chest and fell asleep to his heartbeat

*Bonus*

When I woke up to was to the sound of someone hitting the door könig opens the door to reveal a vary update price and ghost " König boy do you have something to say to ghost?" Price ask wanting him to say sorry for choking Ghost " yeah I do" könig say and looks at Ghost " stay the fuck away from my girlfriend or I will shoot you" he said and slammed the door then crawls back in bed and cuddles up to me " go back to bed" he tells me and kisses me on the lips. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

#call of duty #oneshot #könig modern warfare #smut #cod smut

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binunus · 3 years

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sex with bin x eunwoo (m)

a/n THIS WHOLE ALBUM??? IS SO GOOD??? LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK !!!

also im so so sorry that i keep disappearing, every time I think I have a break in school, my professors keep going like sike here’s a new assignment and group presentation 🤡, but I swear I’m still working on all the requests, it’s just a real slow progression this time 😔

but thank you all so much for being really patient with me and my works, i legit wanna cry when I think about how sweet all you loves are ❤️

→ genre: smut

→ tw: threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lovies) dom!binwoo, brat!reader, light bondage?? anal, eiffel tower, oral (f and m receiving), fingering (f and m receiving), ~choking~ bc it’s me, squirting, v-voyeurism??

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oh good fucking lord

I don’t even know where to start

just the thought of getting dicked down by these two immaculate men??? at the same time??? i would sell my soul

and just binwoo are literally my biases?? im still going back and forth between them (even though I think bin is the top)

alright so how does this little thing even start

this is a non-idol au, lowkey this request is giving me frat boy vibes oops i said it

bin and eunwoo are close, they’re best buds

they have fucked the same guy/girl before, but never at the same time

they just have the same taste in people wink wonk

sidenote: bin and eunwoo as bi kings??? so much power fuck

so you are a mutual friend

you met them both in college and have stayed friends since then

but relationships aren’t for you (not yet at least)

the streets™ are still your companion

yes you have fucked both bin and eunwoo before in college, eunwoo once when you were junior, and bin a couple times throughout senior year

you don’t talk to them often, but if something comes up on your feed or a monumental event happens to any one of you, of course you’d spike up some conversation

so you’re coming back in town for a week or so, visiting old friends and family

and bin hits you up like “hey, I saw that you were in town! we should get some dinner and catch up!”

and you were not about to say no to that, bin was a good part of your college years! it would be nice to hang out with him again

alright you weren’t expecting to get action from this dinner – it popped in your mind, yes, but it wasn’t the ulterior motive

but did you try to dress up a little to impress moon bin?? maybe so

and shit, when he showed up to the restaurant looking like a whole ass man??

like did his biceps look more appetizing than the food you were being served? a little bit

conversation was exchanged very easily, you and bin were always a bit flirty with each other, ever since college, but you both knew it never meant anything beyond sex

and so when he asked if you were dating anyone, you knew this was the invitation, and were you going to accept it?? 100%, you haven’t had sex in a while because of your job

and so you find yourself back in bin’s apartment

bin: hm? I guess eunwoo’s not home from work yet

you: eunwoo? as in cha eunwoo? you guys still live together?

bin: yeah, we like living together, rent was cheaper that way, and this place is equidistant from both of our work places...is that a problem??

you: no, I mean it makes sense, just...what if eunwoo comes back while we’re in the middle of fucking...wouldn’t that be weird?

bin shrugging: you’ve had sex with eunwoo in college too, and it’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before either. who knows he might even wanna join?

he said that as a joke alright

but as soon as he mentioned it, your eyes dilated a bit

bin noticed immediately and he caged you against the wall, a little smirk playing on his lips

bin: you seem to like that idea, y/n. hm? you wanna get fucked by both me and eunwoo? didn’t know you were into threesomes

your cheeks are flushing, you felt seen: would you feel weird if he joined? you guys are friends and roommates

bin shaking his head: me and eunwoo have talked about it before, and honestly this seems like the perfect opportunity. we’re all friends here.

you being nervous a little bit bc a threesome?? with both bin and eunwoo?? those two 6 foot attractive men??

you tried a threesome before bc you were curious, but it wasn’t the best hookup experience

you: should we...? wait for him??

your cheeks are flushed a little, like how were you supposed to go about this

bin smiles bc you look a bit cute right now being all shy and he just pinches your cheek

bin: you got cuter since we graduated y/n

you: shut the fuck up bin, don’t make me tie you up again

bin smirks and his hand moves from your cheek to fully grasp at your neck, he squeezes your throat as he pushes you so that your back collided with the wall: baby, if anyone’s getting tied up tonight, it’s gonna be you

and god if you weren’t horny before, you definitely are now, especially with the way bin was cutting off your airflow??? your head was spinning in the best kind of way

bin slotting his thigh in between your legs as he just crashes his lips onto yours

and he’s still choking you when he literally shoves his tongue down your throat, you have to grab onto his broad shoulders just to steady yourself

making out with bin is so hot

he picks you up by your ass and you wrap your legs around his waist, you both are still making out as he leads you to the couch

you’re straddling him oh lord have mercy

you in between kisses: why don’t we go to your room? what, is it messy?

you moan as he spanks your ass at the quip: we’re gonna need to do something about that smart mouth of yours baby...and we’re here to give eunwoo a little show when he comes home. Why, you need a bed? pillow princess? last time I remember, you were fine getting fucked in the maintenance room.

you two go back to kissing, bin’s hands were gripping at your waist now, lifting up the bottom of your shirt so that you could take it off

never in your life have you been so happy to wear a skirt, you could feel the outline of his bulge against your underwear, the fabric of his jeans giving you just enough friction

and when you start grinding on him, he grunts into your mouth and bites on your lower lip

and fuck when bin removes his shirt? he was always built in college but the definition of his muscles now?? you were literally drooling

you: holy shit bin, isn’t your job in business? where do you find the time to workout?

he’s kissing your neck now: you can always find time to workout y/n, just make it part of your daily routine

exercise evangelist moonbin™

you’re tilting your head to the side giving him more access, bin’s sucking hickeys into your neck and it just feels so good

your neck’s a sensitive spot, if you couldn’t tell

and bin knows that so he’s paying extra attention to your neck, you don’t even notice when his hands go around your torso to unclasp your bra

the two of you are literally just topless on his couch, making out and feeling each other up, when lo and behold, eunwoo comes home

his eyes go wide and he immediately covers his face: jesus christ bin, go to your fucking room

bin starts laughing, you know his laugh where his eyes literally crinkle and he smiles so wide and his laugh increases in pitch, that one

you can’t help but laugh too, you thought you would be embarrassed, but this is a bit funny

you: you don’t have to cover your eyes eunwoo, it’s not like you haven’t seen any of this before

eunwoo: oh shit, hey y/n, didn’t know you were coming over?? well...uh if you guys aren’t gonna go to bin’s room, I’m going to mine and just let me know when you’re done

bin: you sure you wanna go to your room? y/n wants you to join us

eunwoo’s blushing a little bit (he’s not covering his face anymore) when you two meet eyes: are you sure y/n?

you get a bit shy again bc shit, eunwoo in a suit coming from work with silver-blue hair? sexy

you: yeah...if you want to, me and bin are cool with it.

bin’s back to kissing your neck as you basically watch eunwoo remove his jacket and tie

and oof him unbuttoning his dress shirt? y’all he’s a tease, they both are

bin: let’s take this back to my room

eunwoo: we can go to mine, it’s cleaner and my bed’s bigger

you: i knew it

bin bites your shoulder and you let out a mix between a yelp of pain and a moan

bin: eunwoo get your ropes, we need to teach y/n a lesson on being bratty

eunwoo chuckling as he leads the way to his bedroom

bin already made himself comfortable on eunwoo’s bed, and you’re standing to the side making conversation as eunwoo looks through his closet for the ropes lol

as soon as eunwoo finds it, there’s a dark change in his eyes and he smirks at you: why don’t you join binnie on the bed, y/n?

your stomach turns in excitement, eunwoo tosses the ropes to bin and he puts a hand on your back as he leads you to his bed, and before you could get on by yourself, eunwoo just tugs your skirt down making you gasp

you lie down and bin grins as he binds your wrists to eunwoo’s headboard, usually you would put up a little fight when you get tied up, but you just stayed silent, you were anticipating what would happen next

bin: you’re being oddly obedient y/n

you’re a brat okay, but in the past when you and bin used to hook up, your brattiness increased by like 100%, like you’re extra bratty with bin for some reason

~it is what it is~

maybe it’s because eunwoo’s here too that your bratty side has suppressed a bit

bin and eunwoo both start removing all their clothes and you’re like shit eunwoo’s built too

bin settles in between your legs and eunwoo leans in and starts kissing you

and mmm eunwoo’s good at making out like he legit be taking your breath away and then you start feeling bin take off your soaked panties and he just goes right in

you literally moan into eunwoo’s mouth and your hands are straining against the ropes bc you just want to hold onto something !!

eunwoo feeling up your breasts and tweaking your nipples while bin is sucking on your clit and probing his tongue in and out your entrance??? euphoric

you’re literally feeling so many sensations right now and it’s just foreplay woo

and then the edging starts

bin??? hella good at eating out, oof what that mouth do

and with the added stimulation from eunwoo kissing your neck and pulling at your nips, you’re reaching your orgasm faster than anticipated

and suddenly they’re both off you

you: what the fuck?

you’re like gasping and glaring at the both of them and they just give you smug looks

bin: I don’t know if you deserve to cum just yet, y/n. right, eunwoo?

eunwoo chuckling as he nods and flicks at your nipple: binnie told me that you like talking back, hmmm that won’t work with both of us here y/n

your submissiveness kicking in and you’re whining: i won’t talk back, I promise

bin: I don’t know if I believe you y/n

and then they switch places and now bin’s making out with you again and eunwoo’s face to face with your cunt and he just shoves two fingers in your entrance and starts scissoring you

and right as you’re about to cum, they pull away again

this goes on at least two more times, you’re literally so frustrated tears are pooling in your eyes and you’re whining hard as hell, your wrists already aching from the ropes

eunwoo: do you want us to untie you, y/n?

you nodding as you’re sniffling back the tears

aww they feel bad so eunwoo unties the ropes and he’s like gently rubbing at your wrists

bin wiping your tears away as he pinches at your cheek again

bin: you okay, y/n?

you: I’m so close, please

bin: alright baby, who do you want first, hm?

you honestly didn’t know, you had no preference, you just wanted to get railed

eunwoo: why not both?

your eyes go wide a little bit, your ass isn’t even prepped

bin sensing your hesitation and he just puts a hand on your waist: if you don’t want to--

you: no, i want to...I’m just...my ass isn’t ready...

eunwoo laughing cutely as he pats your thigh: we’ll prep you baby, don’t worry

you start by going on all fours, bin enters you first from behind and the groan he lets out bc you’re just so tight wow

he literally has to restrain himself from just ramming into you, your walls just fit so snugly around him, his nails were digging into the skin of your waist

you open your mouth in a moan at the stretch and in that moment, eunwoo shoves his cock down your throat you literally gag

for reference, they’re both above average, no surprise there, I’d say both around 8 in., but bin’s girthier for sure

and so bin’s fucking your cunt while eunwoo’s fucking your mouth

simultaneously, eunwoo tugs at your hair and bin sneaks a finger down to gather some juices from your pussy before probing at your asshole

bin’s prepping you real well mmmmm

he’s literally fingering your ass while he’s pounding into you, the tip of his cock hitting so deep in your cervix

on the other hand you’re so focused on sucking eunwoo off, you take him as deep in your throat as you could, letting your jaw slack as he just thrusted in your mouth

and also the vibrations of your moans around his cock every time bin hits deep in you???

eunwoo swears he almost busts a nut when your hands reach up to play with his balls

he’s panting as he pulls your mouth off his cock: I need to be inside you before I cum

and then he’s lying down on his back and you start to ride eunwoo, and then bin lines his cock up at your other hole and you start to tense

eunwoo bringing you into a kiss to try and distract you from the pain your asshole’s about to feel

and you start hissing as bin starts to push in, you’re clenching so hard around eunwoo and tugging tightly at the ends of his hair

eunwoo starts making circles on your clit so that you could relax a bit to make it easier for bin to enter your back hole

and then the three of you just stay still for a bit when bin finally bottoms out, you’re still trying to get used to feeling stuffed full, you haven’t been fucked in so long and now you’re getting railed by two cocks??

the two of them are both saying sweet things to calm you down and distract you from the pain

and it’s cute, you know from your respective past hookup experiences with them that they’re really good at sensing discomfort or pain and would always tend to your needs

oof baby but as soon as you give the okay for both of them to move

it’s like you’re taken to another dimension holy shit

they both hit so deep, you swear to god their cocks have to be touching or something, or maybe at least reaching your intestines

when people say rearrange your guts, it definitely must have been this

you’re trying to set a pace on top of eunwoo, but bin thrusting from behind literally makes your knees go weak until eunwoo just lifts his hips and takes over, matching bin’s speed

and imagine this: bin pulling your hair, making your head tilt back and eunwoo just reaches up and covers your neck with his hand before he squeezes at your throat

your eyes are literally rolling into the back of your head, you have never felt this good ever in your life

your head’s spinning again, and you know all three of you are reaching the tipping point pretty soon, your stomach is churning, making you clench hard around both eunwoo and bin

eunwoo biting his lip as he groans, his grip tightening just a bit more around your neck

bin’s still yanking your hair back and he starts spanking your ass, he’s moaning as well

you literally scream, throat feeling raw, as you cum, you have never orgasmed so hard before, your body was convulsing around both of them and you just collapse on top of eunwoo

you’re vision literally sees white and your ears are ringing as they both cum in you

you black out for a little bit

eunwoo and bin: o_o holy fuck

the two of them start panicking like...did they just fuck you dead?? put you in a coma??

okay but just imagine eunwoo and bin bickering with each other about what to do like

bin: do we call 119???

eunwoo: what do we say? we fucked our friend into a coma?

it’s okay because you regain consciousness soon enough and both boys let out the biggest sigh of relief

you: ...what happened?

eunwoo: you passed out for a bit there y/n

you start giggling, much to their surprise, and you try to sit up

bin: ...are you okay y/n?

you: yeah, I can’t believe I blacked out because you guys fucked me so well, that’s pretty hot not gonna lie

eunwoo goes into the kitchen real quick to get you some water and bin sits down next to you

you thank eunwoo when he hands you the glass and he sits across from you and bin

the two roommates exchange a look and just high-five each other

you roll your eyes as they just laugh at each other...ugh boys

bin teasing you: I’ve never seen you so submissive y/n

eunwoo joining in: yeah, didn’t know you could squirt as well

you almost spit out the water: i-huh? no way

eunwoo: yeah, my stomach was soaked, I wiped it off when you were out

your face flushes, you’ve never squirted before

bin: don’t be embarrassed! it was hot, y/n, really

the three of you then just jump into a casual conversation about college, keep in mind you’re all still naked

and then you feel the cum just like in both your holes and it’s just uncomfortably sticky

you: uh...do you guys mind if I shower? my pussy feels gross right now

bin, with a glint in his eyes: I can clean that up for you, baby

before you know it, bin’s eating you out again -- to be more specific, he’s literally licking the mixture of yours and eunwoo’s cum from your cunt

that’s sexy...

you make eye contact with eunwoo and he’s just smirking as he sits back and watches you two, no intention on joining yet

alright but you had no idea if you could take another round right now, the first one literally made you pass out

so after bin makes you cum again, you tap out for the night

the three of you shower -- separately -- and then regroup in the living room to just chat and chill

the two insist you sleep over for the night since it’s past midnight by now

were there also hints of a round two in the morning?? maybe

you sleep in one of eunwoo’s shirts, but end up sleeping next to bin bc he’s whiny and likes cuddling

you three fuck again in the morning oops until eunwoo had to leave for work

then you and bin fuck again afterwards

happy threesome

happy comeback :)

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fweasleyswhore · 4 years

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Let Me Take Care Of You - G.W.

a/n: this popped up in my brain and I wanted to get it out, this is with George because I felt like he fit the idea a bit more also i deadass haven’t written smut before like not as a joke haha funny so im so sorry if this is ass

Pairing: George Weasley x fem!Reader

summary: Reader confesses her feelings for George after the disaster of Bill and Fleur's wedding and spend a night together for the first time, which they can only wished would have happened earlier.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: Slight dom!George, slight sub!reader, mostly passionate smut, 18+ themes

The night was winding down. It was a beautiful ceremony, candles were floating around in the tent giving off a soft glow. A few straggling couples slow dancing. I was sat admiring the tent and the company when I felt a presence behind me. I looked up and my heart skipped a beat. George stood behind me, his hands placed in his pockets and the goofy grin he adorned everywhere was plastered on his face despite the bandage wrapped around his ear.

I turned in my chair so I could see him better. “Hey, George.” I beamed up to him.

“Hello, darling, would you want to dance?” He pulled his hand out of his pocket and held it out to me. My breath hitched in my throat as I nodded and he pulled me out to the dance floor. I had liked George since I met him, he always seemed to bring light in my life that I lacked, but I had never acted on my feelings. I didn’t want to lose him.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He whispered in my ear as we slowly spun around the room. His hand was placed on the small of my back, the other interlaced with mine. My free hand rested on his shoulder, our fronts were pressed flush together. I felt my face heat up at his words and our proximity.

I put my head on his chest and locked my arm behind his neck. “George?” I said softly. I decided now was a good time to tell him how I felt. I needed to. I wanted to say this, look back up at him and kiss him. He hummed and I felt the way his chest rumbled as he did so. “George I think I lo-”

My words were cut off by a loud crashing noise. I whipped around to see the cause of the crash. In the middle of the dance floor was a blue light.

“The Ministry has fallen. They are coming.” As soon as it had spoken it was gone. The tent went quiet for a moment until flashes of black smoke started appearing. I watched as Ron, Hermione, and Harry apparated away. I grabbed my wand I had placed in my dress pocket and held tightly onto George’s hand.

Bill grabbed Fleur and started dragging her away. I watched a death eater begin on them.

“Stupify,” I yelled and he shot back into a table and collapsed.

“Y/N, we need to leave, there are too many.” At George’s words, I looked around, wizards and witches were fighting or apparating away. I looked up to him and nodded seeing as there wasn’t much we could do other than get hurt. He grabbed my hand tighter and started bounding towards the Burrow. We started a protection spell on the house once we got there, it finished with enough time for everyone to get in.

Bellatrix Lestrange stood outside, I saw her from the kitchen window pacing outside. “Where did Potter go?!” She screamed. I wasn’t sure if it was aimed at us or her henchmen. Soon enough all the death eaters disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.

Molly was sobbing at the kitchen table, Arthur was consoling her. Fred was having Ginny clean a cut on his leg. Bill and Fleur weren’t around, I assume they apparated somewhere. Lupin and Tonks were arguing about if it was worth it to apparate home.

I couldn’t find George. My eyes scanned the area once more but I couldn’t find him. I felt my eyes tear up as I turned back to look out the kitchen window. I tried to remember if he had left the house after we cast our spell. Deep in my thoughts, I didn’t hear him walk up behind me.

“Y/N?” His voice was soft and gentle. I whipped around and immediately jumped on him. He returned the gesture, his arms wrapped around me and pulled me up so my feet were off the floor. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him closer afraid that if I didn’t he would disappear.

“Where were you?” I whispered harshly into his neck.

“Making sure my ear wasn’t bleeding. Y/N are you alright?” His grip on me tightened. I felt him move away so I pulled my head up to look him in his eyes. His eyes were scanning my face looking for a sign of injury.

Then I felt like it was the right moment. I unwrapped my arms from around him and cupped his face. His eyes stopped scanning my face as they looked directly into mine. I let my eyes flicker to his lips and then back to his, he repeated my action almost like he was communicating the same words.

I closed the gap and pushed my lips onto his. He kisses me back with no hesitance. His grip on me tightened, one of his arms traveled down to hold my thigh and support me. Our lips moved a few times, finding a rhythm with each other. Once we did it was a new experience. George sucked and bit on my lips as we kissed causing me to let out a soft moan. I ran my hands through his hair and tugged lightly earning a soft groan from him.

We pulled away to breathe and he set me on the kitchen counter. Suddenly remembering his family was there I looked around making sure no one was watching our moment before I put my eyes back onto him.

“Do you know how long I wanted to do that?” He asked with a slight chuckle. His hand found my thigh and he pushed up the skirt of my dress to draw small patters above my knee.

“Why did it take you so long?” I panted out. He was making it harder to catch my breath.

“Tonight I watched my family fight to stay alive, and I realized that there is so much happening right now,” He gulped as he showed his vulnerability. “Y/N, I want you. I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember and I don’t want to fight this without having you beside me.” His eyes moved from the floor to my eyes and I saw him, the real him. He wanted to be loved, he wanted to share his love, and with the war building up he was afraid he was never going to be able to do that.

“George I can’t imagine fighting this without you. I can’t imagine my future without you.” I grabbed his hand that was on my thigh as I said this. With each word I said I watched as his scared expression molded into a smile.

“Really?” He whispered.

“Definitely.” I replied. His lips were back onto mine and we shared a short but passionate kiss.

The rest of the night we helped clean up. I helped Arthur get Molly to bed where he stayed with her then I helped Ginny clean up Fred’s leg and set him up a temporary bed on the couch, not wanting to climb the steps to his room. Once everyone was taken care of I found myself in George’s room. I wasn’t staying in here but I wanted nothing more for him to hold me while I fell asleep.

The door creaked open to a very disheveled George. His purple and white speckled shirt had been rolled up his arms, the vest piece completely gone, his tie hung loosely around his neck.

“Hey.” He spoke gently once he noticed me. I was sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Hey,” I replied taking him in. “I’m sorry, I know you're tired I just don’t want to be alone tonight.” I began to wring my hands in my lap, waiting for him to tell me to leave.

“I was hoping I would see you again tonight.” He made a few strides and sat next to me on the bed. I leaning into him immediately, resting my head on his shoulder. He snaked an arm around my waist and we sat like that for a few minutes. I turned my head so I could look at him.

“George, I don’t know what this war is going to take from us.”

“Hopefully not my other ear.” He butted in. I couldn’t help but laugh, he pulled me closer as I did.

“I was trying to say that from here on out I want to be with you, I-I want to be there when you go to sleep and be there when you wake up. I want us to have little moments with each other when we can, I have spent the past few years wanting something with you and I won’t continue without letting you know. I don’t know what that kiss meant to you downstairs but that was everything to me.” I spoke slowly and I stared at my hands. I was too afraid to look at him in such a vulnerable moment.

“That’s all I want. That kiss downstairs was my future Y/N.” I picked my head up to look at him grinning wildly.

“I’m your future?” I asked sheepishly.

“You’ve been my future for the past couple of years, the plan at least. Y/N I’m in love with you.” I threw my arms around his neck and tossed myself into his lap. I peppered kisses on his cheeks while smiling. Pulling back I looked at him, he was smiling back at me, his eyes were looking into the darkest parts of me but he was smiling. I knew I would always be safe with him around.

His hands began to rub into my sides gently. He leaned up, closing the gap between us. Our kiss was slow, methodical, and passionate. It quickly escalated into more hungry and fast as we continued. Without thinking I rolled my hips into his earning a groan from him. We broke apart. His face was flush, lips parted and slightly swollen as I bet mine was too.

We stared at each other for a moment trying to gauge each other and plan what to do next. Keeping eye contact I rolled my hips again. His jaw clenched and his hands tightened on my hips.

“Do you want this?” He asked. His voice was deep and husky. His eyes were dark and it sent shockwaves through my body, straight to my core.

“I need you, George,” I whispered back. That was all it took for him to tighten his grip on my hips and kiss me again. The kiss was hot and fiery. I began to grind into his lap again causing us both to groan. I could feel him harden beneath me as I rolled my hips into him. I continued to roll my hips, throwing my head back as he nipped and sucked at my neck.

“George...” I moaned out his name, I could feel him smirk against my neck.

Before I could prepare he flipped us over, I was laying on my back and he hovered over me.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N.” My face began to flush as he looked at me with pure adoration in his eyes. He began to pepper kisses onto my face and the butterflies in my stomach dispersed as I began to laugh.

“Are you sure?” He asked pulling back to look at me in my eyes.

“Yes George, please,” I whined, I could feel the familiar feeling in my core that felt both like butterflies and sinking. I desperately needed his attention on my body.

“Tell me if you need me to stop.” I nodded and he attached his lips back to mine. His hands traveled down my body, he pushed up my skirt up my thighs and it pooled around my hips. I broke the kiss and pulled it up above my head. Looking back up to George he took me in, trailing his fingers around the lace of my bra my breath hitched much like his own. My heart rate sped up as his fingers trailed down from my breasts and to the waistband of my matching lace panties.

He pulled on the waistband of them, letting it bounce back onto my hips. Leaning back he pulled his shirt and tie over his head. I took him in, his toned chest and stomach eyeing the ginger trail of hair that could be seen down both.

He undid his belt, pushing down down his trousers while maintaining eye contact. I watched him until my eyes flickered down to the tent in his underwear. I could hear him chuckle as I eyed his length, my eyes widening as he grew under my gaze.

He moved again to sit in front of me on the bed. His hands moved up my legs and rested on my things, lightly kneading them, his lips soon followed. He repeated his assault on my neck on my thighs, nipping and sucking until he reached my covered core.

His eyes flickered up to mine as he halted his actions. I nodded permitting him to continue. His hands came up and they traced my lips causing my breathing getting heavier. He pushed my panties to the side and reached out to delicately lick my clit. I dropped my head back and let out a loud moan.

“My family is in the house you know.” He laughed against my core, his breath fawned over me sending shivers through my body.

“Sorry.” I whipped my head up to see him smiling at me.

“It’s ok, I want to hear you.” He said and summoned his wand. He placed a quick silencing spell on the room. “Don’t hold back darling.” My face heated up at the nickname and I quickly nodded.

He turned his head back to my core and started to aggressively lick and suck at my clit. I couldn’t hold back the moans that spilled from my mouth as he continued his attack. His fingers came up, tracing the entrance to my core adding to the pleasure I was feeling. I reached behind myself and unclipped my bra to massage at my tits.

He inserted a finger into me making me exclaim as he pumped it slowly while curling it. He pulled his face back to watch me as twisted and pulled on my nipples, adding to the overwhelming feeling crashing around me.

“So pretty.” He fawned. I didn’t have time to have to be flushed at his comment as he inserted another finger into me making me scream out his name. He gently licked at my clit now and again as his fingers mercilessly pumped into me. Curling his fingers to hit that one spot over and over again his attention picked up on my clit.

“George, I, f-fuck! I’m gonna...” I breathed out. The ability to make words passed me as my legs began to shake, the familiar feeling of a knot filled my stomach and my eyes clenched shut.

He hummed onto my clit, acknowledging my plead and that was enough to send me over the edge. I came hard and saw stars as he continued his attack, milking my orgasm for all it could give him. He pulled his mouth away, soon after pulling out his fingers, massaging my shaking legs as I caught my breath.

“Do you want to keep going?” He asked. I looked up at him, propping myself up on my elbows as I looked down at him. The tent in his underwear looked bigger as ever and his chin was glistening with my arousal.

“Please.” I nodded. I grabbed him and pulled him on top of me. One of his hands propped him up while the other cupped my face as we kissed. Our tongues fought each other for dominance, I moved my hand down and palmed him through his boxers. He let out a groan which I used to my advantage to explore his mouth.

He moved his hand from my face to grab my wrist. I halted all my actions and watched as he pulled his cock free of his underwear. My eyes widened at the sight of him, I felt myself grow wetter and rubbed my thighs together at the sight. He pumped himself a few times as his eyes raked over me, chuckling lightly to himself.

“Needy, are we?” He taunted. He started to move his hand slower around himself, his eyes were dark as they looked into mine. I wiggled under his stare again letting out a whine.

“George, I need you.” I managed to breathe out I heard him groan at my words.

“As you wish.” He crawled on top of me, I linked my legs around his waist. My breathing intensified as he trailed his lips up my torso until he was trailing his lips along my jaw. He nipped and sucked behind my ear causing me to let out a breathy moan. I could feel him pressing against my entrance so I shifted my hips needily trying to take him in. He lifted his head and looked at my face as though he was committing it to memory.

“Please…” I whined. He smiled down at me and reattached our lips. One of his hands found mine and he pulled it above my head, interlocking our fingers and leaning against it. His other hand trailed down my body until he found my hip, holding it steady. Our lips were still pressing against each other when he pushed into me. I moaned into his mouth causing him to pull away and smile at me. He continued to push into me, filling me up to the hilt. Being quite large, I involuntarily clenched around him trying to adjust to his size. He groaned and placed his head in the crook of my neck. He peppered kisses to my neck and didn’t move, letting me adjust. I felt quite full, in a good way, the stinging sensation I felt at first passed quickly. I ran my free fingers through his hair, beckoning him back to me. I kissed hard signaling for him to start moving.

Slowly he pulled out halfway then pushed back in with more force. I moaned out his name as he repeated these actions, each time thrusting into me with more force than before. Hoisting my leg around his shoulder he continued his pace, this time hitting that spot deep inside of me that made my toes curl and my lungs lose the air they once retained. I was a moaning mess, saying George’s name like a mantra. Each feeling was both too much to handle and not enough. The familiar feeling of a knot was building up in my lower stomach. My legs began to shake and my breathing sped up as I felt myself tighten around him making each thrust leaving me feeling more full.

“George, p-please, I need…” His hips snapped into me cutting off my sentence and turning it into a moan. He trailed his hand up and cupped my face. He picked up his pace causing my whole body shake begging for release.

“What do you need baby?” His voice was husk and sent shockwaves through my body. As he continued his brutal pace and didn’t grant me my release I felt tears prick my eyes as it all became too much to handle.

“F-Fuck, please George. Please.” A few tears fell as I tried my absolute hardest to hold back from falling apart.

He leaned his head down and nipped at my ear. “Go on darling, cum for me.” He whispered into my ear. At his words I let myself fall apart, shaking and clenching around him. He continued to thrust, slowing down and stuttering until he filled me up, thrusting a few times as the aftershock of my orgasm made me spasm and let out a few small moans.

He slowly pulled out of me and laid on top of my chest. Picking up our intertwined hands he placed a kiss on the back of mine. Brushing my fingers through his hair I tried to catch my breath.

He rolled over and pulled me with him, now resting on his chest I could hear his heartbeat go back to a normal rhythm.

“Y/N?” I hummed as a response, waves of fatigue fell over me and I traced small patterns onto his pale chest. “I don’t ever want to be apart from you, not anymore.”

I smiled at his words, shifting slightly so I could look up at him I beamed. “That took too long to happen,” He nodded eagerly and I laughed at him lightly. “I just mean I’m ready to fight for us.”

He grabbed my hand resting on his chest and interlocked our fingers yet again. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

We fell asleep, tangled together breathing in each other and I never felt more complete than I did at that moment.

#fred and george #fred weasley #weasleys wizard wheezes #george weasley #weasley twins #harry potter #george wealsey x reader #george weasley fluff #george weasley smut #george weasley x reader smut #george weasley imagine #george weasley fic #smut #ds

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princeanxious · 3 years

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:) so. No one ordered it, but, I have an Logan Angst(w/ hurt/comfort to balance it out a little) au idea to deliver!

So you know those AU fics w/ Virgil where he hides smth unusual abt himself( Like wings, Spider limbs, Being unusually tall, ect.) Bc he’s afraid of what the others will think/do if they find out?

Take that and apply it to Logan, But he’s actually been hiding it ever since (AU)!Thomas became Obsessed with Marine Biology as a kid!(i genuinely cant remember what Thomas's real life degree was gonna be b4 he switched to YouTube but for the au's sake im going with marine biologist)

What’s he hiding, you ask? Fish scales, of course!

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Logan used to wear long sleeves all the time, and Sherlock bit with the scarf was a cover up for when he used to wear it constantly when they were younger, not that Virgil(who has spider traits in this but never thought to hide them b4 he was accepted, and by that point there was no reason to) nor any of the other dark sides with animal traits knew about it either, but his body, especially his legs and hips, were covered in shimmery sapphire blue scales, and in patches around the gills on his neck and ribs.

Why doesn't Logan wear long sleeves now? Because the scales suddenly stopped reappearing (coincidentally right around the time Thomas gave up on marine biology to do youtube) on his arms the few times they'd accidentally been pulled off some how, be it bumps/scrapes or eventually Logan getting fed up w/ the illogicalness of it all and 'removing' the rest on his arms so that he could finally wear short sleeves and not raise more questions about his health.

The scales around the gills on his neck are more tragic, as they do regrow still, to keep his gills safe. He plucks them as close to the gills as possible, before wearing masking makeup & a high collar with a tie to ensure his gills never peak out from his shirt.

It limits his normal comfortable way of breathing, but hes been doing it so long that he doesnt remember what it feels like, and thus isn't bothered by it anymore, as his gills dont open up fully anymore unless submerged under water for a long period of time.

Why is he so insistant about thomas drinking the healthy recommended amount of water? Because if Logan didn’t, he'd suffer migraines and get sick from being dehydrated in easily less than half the time it'd take for Thomas or any of the others to reach

Why doesnt he ever go swimming with the others? Because if he did, there's no gaurantee his body would let him leave the water after refusing to so much as even soak in a bathtub for years at this point

Hell, his body might even go into shock at that point.

No idea how his reveal would go, but the idea of the others spraying him with water spray bottles when he is over-dry and resultingly irritable has been brought up as an additional idea by @this-is-ske(my lovely frien who lets me info dumb abt all my aus so we can shout abt them together) and my only thought is that Logan is spiteful and petty enough to snatch a spray bottle and spray them right back.

He often needs to spray himself with water, even if he’d had a shower not two hours ago, because his scales dry out very quickly and its sensory hell in combination with even the softest of dress pants.

But the years of neglect slowly turned his shimmery sapphire blue scales into dulled greyblue, as a result from being dried out and flakey and unhealthy for so long.

He tries not to think about it too hard when he's forced to look at them.

Remus wouldn’t hesitate to toss post-reveal(and post-recovery)! Logan full out into a fucking pool, or just hop into one and drag him in with. "Dry Fishies are irritated fishies, be like me! Get wet and feel better!" *Cue Remus eye brow waggle that reflects to the rest of his tentacle arms*

No but srsly remus and janus finding iut and going "oh HELL no" bc janus knows what its like to not take care of your scales properly and Remus knows what its like to dry out.

Imagine the additional angst when Janus finds out not only about the scales but the gills on his ribs and neck too, and feels SUPREMELY guilty bc of the crook yank he did

"Its fine, its not like I could breath out of them anymore, they just bruised a bit longer" *even more concerned and upset Janus noises*

"What do you mean you cant breath out of them anymore!"

" ..One day they just wouldn't open? Sort of like the equivalent of a stuffed nose, except that they never reopened because they'd fully dried out, I think."

"I swear to god Logan I wish I could strangle you," *cue Janus wapping Logan w/ a rolled up paper, Edna Mode style, lecturing* "One day! You'll understand! Self care! Is good! For you!"

Cue them finally bullying Logan into taking care of them but no longer hiding the scales as the ones on his arms start coming back, but still greyblue, bc at this point Logan doesnt even want to deal with the immediate headache of them learning right off the bat that they Shouldnt Look Like That. He doesnt even really believe that they'll ever change back to their once brilliant blue, thinking it just a fluke with their age or something.

It takes months.

And then one day he wakes up, having been sleeping in the imagination with Remus, having indulged in underwater sleeping as a healing therapy, made better only by the fact that Remus is a rly good cuddler, and his tentacles keep them both locked together in the water, *and* one anchors them so they don't drift away in their sleep.

Remus is staring at him, his chest to be exact, where new patches of scales had been growing to meet in the middle around the gills on his ribs. He looks down and notices theres an uneven patch of brilliant blue peaking out from the sea of comparably grey scales. Then he notes that multiple patches of scales are slowly regaining their hue. It doesn't take long for the others to put two and two together about sick fish with dull scales. It confirms Logan had been sick for Years, and was only Just healing to a beginning state of equilibrium.

For some comfort w/ all this angst, when Logan does see his blue scales for the first time? He smiles, he smiles so wide at Remus. Remus probably falls in love with the way Logan's gills flare out prettily in time with Logan's smile. Logans finally convinced to take care of himself, and the first glimpse of progress has him Beaming for Days.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #platonic dlampr #intrulogical #logan angst #luka writes #luka’s aus #platonic loceit #romantic intrulogical #ask to tag #hurt/comfort

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hoodieofholland · 3 years

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hey love. I’m obsessed with mob!tom - could you write something where mob Tom and the reader have a really big fight and Tom says something that was really mean and reader storms out and doesn’t come back until late and night and Tom is super worried :) at the beginning angst and at the end fluff.

I actually asked other writers too to write this a while ago but nobody does it and I found your account now and I’m so in love with your writing you are super talented <3

Sorry if my English is not really good- it’s not my first language

A/n: dear anon, you were reading my mind! I was actually procrastinating with a draft of some angst with mob!tom for a while, and you just motivated me to write it again hahah im obsessed with mob!tom too btw, no shame on this lol. Thanks for requesting, hope you like it!

Masterlist Request/tell me your thoughts on this

Warnings bellow the cut!

Warnings: angst, language, mention of gun.

You throw your purse over the table as you storm inside the house, walking up to your room with a stern face, straightened back and confident steps, without saying a word. Tom watched you from behind, sighing as he knew what was about to come - you were pissed.

He followed you slowly, not wanting to hurry the fight that was about to come. He knew pretty well what he has done tonight, but wasn’t planning on apologize, as he was also sure he wasn’t wrong about it.

By the time he reached the main room, you were already in the closet, taking off your jewels and putting them inside their boxes. “Baby”, he called you, but you didn’t raise your head.

Your gesturing was obviously stating your humor - or the lack of it. You wasn’t being so careful with the expensive belongings, as you always made sure to be.

“Baby”, Tom tried again, sighing this time, “Can you at least tell me what the hell did I do?”

That was the breakpoint. You lifted your head to look at him sternly. “Seriously? You gonna really act like you don’t know?”

He snorts, running a hand through his brown curls. “I mean, I know. I just don’t get why you’re so upset about it”

You laugh humorless. “I’m upset ‘cause you fucking treated me like a doll, Tom. That’s why I’m upset about it!”

“What?”, he snapped, narrowing his eyes. “What the fuck, I just told that asshole of a waiter to get his shit together instead of eye-fucking you. For God’s sake, what’s wrong with that?”

"Well, maybe the fact that you made a scene in front of the manager because you were jealous?" You shout, shaking your hands. "Should I tell you the obvious fact that this man is probably fired now because of your speech?".

Tom was growing mad. He couldn't believe you were defending the guy who was flirting with you the whole dinner.

Turns out that what was supposed to be a calm and relaxing dinner quickly became something distasteful, as Tom took notice of the waiter that was serving your table that night looking at you with a dumb smile on his face the entire time. He could even see the guy talking to some other workers about you, staring at you like you were some kind of meal. So Tom did what he thought was right - he made it very clear that you were his girl and a employee shouldn't be looking at you like that.

"I don't give a single fuck if he's unemployed right now. He should take this as a lesson to not disrespect you or any other woman in his workplace", Tom said, undoing his tie and throwing it in anywhere in the wardrobe. He was tired and pissed with the whole situation - and, more important, with you, for making a big deal out of it.

"Disrespect me, or disrespect you, Tom?", you snap, eyes wide with anger. "Cause it didn't look like you were worried about me. Cause all I wanted was a peaceful dinner with my boyfriend, who actually never seems to be available to me, and you made it pretty hard for me to enjoy, just because you were mad for a guy possibly be flirting with your girl! Like I fucking belonged to you!"

"Oh, fuck off, y/n", he hissed, walking past the closet's door and going straight to the bathroom. "It's obvious I'd be pissed for the it too. You're my girl, and I don't think it's nice if other man look at you like that! Don't act like you've never done it too".

You followed him, yelling next. "Shit, you're unbelievable! What is it? Nobody can look at Tom Holland's girl? Because you're the great motherfucker mobster and I'm your fucking prize?"

Tom turned his body to glance at you again. He pointed a finger at you, eyes serious and penetrating. "I've never said it. That's not how I see this".

"Oh, really? So you care to explain me why do you keep doing that? We barely spend time together now, Tom, and when we finally get to have a nice night out, you make sure to state that I'm yours and that no other man can lay an eye on me", you sniff, unable to keep the cracked voice from coming out and show how upset you felt about it. "I don't like to feel that I'm waiting for you like a goddamn doll, Tom".

"Well, darling, I'm sorry if I'm not being enough, but that's how real world works", his voice is cold and he is avoiding looking into your eyes, his jaw clenched in a way that make it clear that he's not satisfied with the conversation's rumor. "I made it pretty clear when we first met that my job doesn't allow me to be here the entire time, so what the fuck do you expect me to do? Or do you think that this nice house and the maids, and all the fucking jewels I give you come for free? Tell me, y/n, what the hell you want from me?"

You watch his usually soft features whenever you were around turning into the one he used with his men. The veins in his neck visible, his pupils huge and thin lips trembling with anger. Tom has never spoken to you that way, and you could feel the pressure on your chest with the pain from his harsh words.

A couple of tears rolled down your cheeks and you were quick to rub them away with the back of your hand. Noticing the way you pressed your lips together lightly, Tom's face softened and he realized his posture and tone.

"I don't- I don't know, Tom", you say in a low, croaky voice. "Think I just wanted us to be a couple. I'm truly sorry if that's too much to ask you for".

His heart pained at your words and he took a few steps in your direction. "Darling, no, that's not what I-"

You stopped him, putting your arm in front of you and shaking your head. "No, that's exactly what you wanted to say. I don't know what I had in mind when we started dating, nor what I was thinking when I agreed to move in here, but I don't want to be between you and your job anymore".

He stared at you, unaware of what you were about to do, thinking about what to say. He didn't want to fight with you like that, but didn't want you to think that what you've said is true neither.

You walked past him and straight to the closet again, picking up your suitcase and grabbing a few clothes from the wardrobe. Tom watched you for a few seconds, startled, and then started to panic.

"What are you doing?"

You ignored him, trying to think what you'd possibly need to get to stay out tonight. You could get the rest of your things later, but right now you just wanted to get out of that house.

"Y/n, love, what are you doing?" He asked in desperation, reaching your arm and trying to pull you away from the wardrobe, but you just shrugged his touch off.

"What does it look like? I'm leaving, Tom! If you can't conciliate our relationship with your job, then I guess I have nothing to do here anymore". You say through gritted teeth.

"What?!" He breathed out. "Darling, you can't leave like-"

"Don't you fucking call me darling!"

Tom stops and stares at you, blinking. His mouth is agape, trying to get his thoughts together. You didn't stop packing, and when he saw the determination in your actions, he simply couldn't contain the anger growing on his chest.

"Know what? Go. Leave me! Get the fuck out of this house. I don't fucking care!" He yelled, and you jumped slightly at the sound of his guttural voice.

You wiped some of new tears and nodded once, not minding to get anything else as you closed your suitcase and walked out of the room, hands shaking from the emotions you were so hardly trying to refrain.

But before you could step out of the room and go down on the stairs, you turn around to see he stagnant at the same spot. "Fuck you, Tom. You can take all this damn jewelry. Take this, the clothes, and everything else you bought me. If I can't have you, these don't mean a single thing to me. I'm not a fucking doll, Tom".

You left, and he couldn't move for minutes straight.

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The night passed by and Tom didn't hear from you. He checked his phone more times than he liked to admit, but you didn't answer any calls, any messages. Nothing. He didn't even realize what time he fell asleep on the couch, waiting for some sort of sign from you, but in the morning, when he rolled out of it, his heart pounded in his chest at the realization that you were nowhere to be seen.

He asked Harrison, his best mate and the second person you most chatted with in the house, if he has seen you, but he didn't have anything. So Tom waited, trying to focus on his work for the morning and the evening, as he thought that maybe you just wanted some time to think clearer. He regretted saying those things to you already, knowing that none of that was true. Obviously he did care if you were there in the morning. He wanted to wake up with you by his side like every other day. It was all that mattered for him after all. Not the money, not the jewel, not the house. It all didn't make sense when you weren't there.

And he felt so sick thinking that you truly believed he was seeing you as a prize, as a doll that would stand beautifully waiting for him at the end of the day. He knew he should have persisted and said that you weren't right, that he loved you so much that he could take a bullet for you, right on his chest. He'd do anything for you, but didn't seem to know how to put that in words when it comes to a fight.

"Fuck!" He shouted when alone in his office, hands collapsing on the desk. It was past seven at night and he hadn't heard from you. A whole fucking day. He asked Harrison to send the men to look for you. He wouldn't force you coming back home, but he needed to be sure you were alright.

All the bad thoughts he could have were now successfully running through his mind and driving him nuts. He thought that maybe some rival mobster could have laid eyes on you, all by yourself, and tried to do something. You could be in serious danger right now, and Tom wouldn't forgive himself if that was the case.

He took a drink. He needed to clear his mind as time was passing by and his men didn't have any information about you. Your phone would be filled with unanswered calls from him, even voicemail telling you he was sorry and would do anything if you only called him back to say you were doing fine.

"Please, love, if you're listening to it... fuck, I'm so fucking sorry. I never intended to hurt you. I'm a dumbass, and you don't have to forgive me, but, please, just let me know you're fine and I'll give you your time. Just- please. I need to hear from you, y/n", he recorded, a drink on his hand and the other holding his phone firmly.

When it was 9pm, he decided he was going out to look for you himself. He just couldn't sit there waiting for a call or for his men do to something - he needed to take that pressure of his chest and no one was helping.

He took his gun, called Harrison and a few more man before heading to the living room.

"Alright, we have a few more places left" Tom started his instructions, while shoving his gun at the back of his trousers. "Harrison and I are going to her family's house. You two check in her old friend's place. Doesn't matter how far it is, I don't want you two to come back until you've looked through that fucking town-"

"Tom", Harrison cut him off, coughing a bit to get his attention. He was about to snap at him, when he followed his gaze.

And there you were, standing at the door frame in the living room, a confused expression on your face as you tried to understand what was going on in the middle of the room. Usually, Tom never had meetings in any other area than the conference room.

"What's going on?", you asked bluntly, and Tom releases a deep and relieved breath, so audible that you couldn't not take notice of.

"God, you're here", he breathed out, walking towards you in large steps. You were still mad, but also so confused with his reaction that you couldn't stop him from holding you tightly in his arms. "Fuck, darling, where were you?".

Besides his words being a bit harsh, his voice was soft and caring, worried if anything. He didn't let go of you first, kissing the top of your head for a long minute.

Harrison smiled a little seeing the both of you and dismissed the men out of the room, leaving the two of you alone.

"Sorry, you don't need to explain", Tom shook his head and pulled away to look at you. His eyes were bloodshot and tired, a dark circle around it. He brushed your cheeks with the pad of his thumb and furrowed. "Are you okay, though?"

"Yeah, I am- but what was going on?", you insisted.

Tom cupped your face on his hands, still not believing that you were there again. "I was so fucking worried. I thought that something was off, you didn't answer any of my messages or calls... I was heading to a drive with my men to look for you".

You blink a few times, startled that Tom was so concerned all this time.

"I was in a hotel room, actually", you chew in your lower lip, kind of ashamed that you put him through such a concern. "Needed to be alone for a time, so I turned my phone off".

Tom pressed his forehead against yours. "It doesn't matter anymore, darling. It was all my fault", his voice was croaky and you felt your heart pounding inside your chest. "I should never have said those things to you-"

"It's alright, Tom-"

"No, it's not", he shook his head. "Cause it was all lies. I do fucking care if you leave me. I wouldn't stand being away from you, my love. You're everything, everything. And you're right, I don't spend much time with you, and it eats me alive, cause that's what makes me happy, being around you. All I ever wanted was to make you happy, sweetheart. I'm so fucking sorry if I haven't shown you how much you mean to me..."

"Shhh, Tom", you closed your eyes, hugging him by the neck and bringing him closer. "It's okay, I know it. I wasn't thinking straight too, I know you don't treat me like that. I was just too pissed, and yeah, I'd like to spend more time together, but it's alright that you don't-"

He cut you by a sweet kiss pressed on your lips, "Nothing is more important for me than you. I was too mad with that thing in the restaurant to say it right away, but I'll try harder. I'm gonna be here with you, no matter what. Work can wait".

You sigh and pull him closer, breathing his comforting scent.

"My lovely girl", Tom sighs and smile a bit. "You scared the hell out of me".

"You deserved it, idiot" you said and he laughed quietly.

"I love you, darling", he stroked your back, hiding his face in the crock of your neck. "Always".

"Love you too, Tommy".

You spent the rest of the night together, having a nice and cozy dinner at home. Tom never smiled wider than that night, and the following others were fulfilled with his promise - there was always time in your day to spend alone with your boyfriend.

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