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fangirl-dot-com · 7 months ago

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🥃Track 6 - Delicate

*oooooo y'all are in for a doozie, Logan finally breaks*

TAG LIST IS CLOSED

Logan watched you from the other side of the club. Currently, he was still on a high from the 1-2 a couple of hours earlier. But now, he could actually live in the feeling. He had a dopey-kind-of smile as your head leaned back when you laughed at something that Lewis had said. Under the pink and blue strobe likes, you were hypnotizing, and Logan was just another man under your spell.

“You’re staring,” a voice sounded in a sing-song tune. Logan knew exactly who is was and rolled his eyes. He looked down at his drink.

“I’m allowed to stare.”

Charles just clapped him on the shoulder. “Sure mate. You kissed your teammate, but only watching her, it’s kind of creepy.”

Logan hummed before turning to face the Monegasque.

“So it’s not creepy when you get to stare at him?”

Logan’s eyes flickered to Max, who was currently in a deep conversation with Liam Lawson. Charles’s head followed in that direction.

Even under the strobe lights, the American could tell that there was definitely a blush rising on Charles’s face. He laughed as the man sputtered.

“Non! It is different too.”

The blond’s eyes held a teasing glint.

“So you’ve never. . . ?” Logan trailed off as he swished his drink around and raised his eyebrows. Charles took the moment to return the glint and put his hand up to his mouth.

“A man never kisses and tells Logan,” Charles said and ran his finger across his lips, as to zip them closed.

Logan was about to retaliate, but then his lap was suddenly full. He quickly placed his drink down on the table and his hands found their home on your hips, where you had dramatically placed yourself. He looked up and saw a sheepish look on Lewis’s face. However, when he looked back down at you, you seemed totally fine.

“Not drunk out of your mind I hope?” Logan asked. You quickly shook your head and glared up at the Briton.

“Lewis tripped, fell into me, and then I fell into you.”

A look of realization bloomed on his face and then he smiled. “Well, I don’t mind. Means I get to hold you closer.”

Your face reeled back from where it was and you scoffed.

“When did you become such a smooth talker Mr. Sargeant?”

Logan leaned back into your face, lips dangerously close. “Always been sweetheart.”

The two of you were so lost in yourselves that you completely missed the disgruntled looks of Lewis and Charles around you. When Charles looked back to the pair, he groaned out loud at the sight of your faces practically smashed together.

“Lewis? Drinks?”

The Mercedes man didn’t need to be asked twice as he swiftly turned around and headed back to the bar. The future teammates wasted no time to put space between them and the table.

Logan’s hands had respectfully stayed in their place on your hips. You, on the other hand, had moved just a bit to be almost fully in his lap. The kiss was definitely more hungry than the one that was shared on the podium.

This one had more teeth, spit, and tongue.

The atmosphere felt electrifying with all the lights and what Logan deduced to be a smoke machine somewhere.

You finally pulled back, out of breath, and leaned your head on your his shoulder. Your hand reached out and grabbed Logan’s drink, taking a quick sip. You felt his hand tighten on you hip as you teasingly played with the little straw it came with.

Logan squawked when he saw that you had practically emptied his drink.

“You couldn’t get your own?” he whined. “I was enjoying it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, I enjoyed it more. You want to get another one? I also need pictures for Instagram. Your dark jeans and Nikes look really good, and make your eyes pop. Damn, never see that color blue.”

Logan flushed at your compliment.

“Is it cool that I said that?” you asked as you got out of the booth.

He rolled his eyes. “It’s perfectly fine. Is it chill that you’re always in my head?”

It was your turn to flush. Your only response was to grab his arm to drag him away. Logan went willingly.

It didn’t take long before you two found yourself back at the bar, but thankfully still some ways away from everyone. Lamborghini had made sure that the club wasn’t too crowded and only allowed F1 personnel. However, that still meant that most of the teams could come, including Williams and McLaren.

Logan saw you wince as you were watching the entrance. He felt the same once he saw familiar people waltz in like they owned the place. Which wasn’t true, but Logan didn’t know the owner. He quickly grabbed both drinks with one hand, and placed the other one on your lower back to guide you to the table that was now occupied with your little group, along with Liam.

He made sure to place you on the inside instead of the end seat.

Max, who had been facing George, could tell that something was off when someone sat beside him. Not wanting to cut his conversation, he quickly glanced at his left, now seeing the two younger drivers. The frowns on your face solidified his wrong feeling. Your faces were close to each other and he could tell that harsher whispers were filling the little space between.

“Max?”

His eyes whipped back to George, who was now frowning. He shook his head a bit.

“Sorry mate. What were you saying?”

“Lando, Oscar, and Alex just walked in.”

Oh.

That was probably the source of yours and Logan’s attitude change. When he glanced back, he was a bit happier to see that you two were now conversing with Liam. However, he could see you trying to wiggle a bit closer to Logan.

It only made sense when a hand clapped his shoulder. It was the hand that was connected to Lando.

“Hey mate!” the curly-haired Briton greeted.

Max smiled as he greeted him back. He might not agree with how Lando treated Logan, but the McLaren driver was still one of his good friends. Over his shoulder, Max saw Oscar and Alex greeting the other drivers. Past them, Pato was awkwardly standing to the side. But Max could see right through him as the Mexican driver kept throwing glances at you.

“Mind if we join?” Alex asked, but didn’t wait for an answer as he and the two McLaren drivers took the pull out chairs to sit on. Oscar looked as if he suddenly remembered someone and waved Pato over, telling him to join as well.

Charles felt off about the whole thing. He could tell that you were uncomfortable, but kept a smile on your face to be polite. Logan, on the other hand, was not as good at schooling his expressions has his face had become rigid.

The Monegasque tried to read your lips as you said something to Logan. He knew it was Italian, but the dark setting made it nearly impossible to do so. But when he saw that Logan was scooching to let you by, he stood up as well, making the table now look at him with questioning faces. He glanced at you before explaining.

“I’m thirsty,” he said, ending with a small laugh.

Logan made sure to tell you to stay with Charles as you now walked back over to the bar. Once there was a bit of distance, you sighed in relief.

“All is good petite abeille?” the Monegasque asked as he tried to get the bartender’s attention. You couldn’t even offer an answer and just shook your head.

“Is it Pato?”

“No, it’s . . . yeah, it is.”

“You want to talk about it?”

Your hands cradled your face as you leaned against the bar. “My time at Arrow was nothing short of absolute hell.”

Charles’s head tilted in confusion. “But you won races?”

A scoff left your lips. “You’ve won races and still get hate. Except you’re Charles Leclerc. Ferrari adores you.”

He crossed his arms. “What does that have anything to do with?”

Maybe that last question was a bit harsh as you now looked at him with such a pitiful look. Charles could almost equate your sad eyes to those of a kicked puppy.

“Would Ferrari tell you to lose close to 6 kilos even though you are already under the weight limit? Would Ferrari tell you that they don’t have enough money to get you a hotel, but can comfortably house everyone else? Would Ferrari purposefully not give you upgrades even though you won the last race? Would Ferrari never post you on any social media because you give the brand a bad look? Would Ferrari put you in a sweatsuit under your regular race suit, claiming that it’d be easier for the car to have weights instead of the driver be heavy?”

Charles couldn’t answer.

“The answer to that is all no, by the way. But that’s exactly what Arrow did to me. I lost closer to 8 kilos by summer break. Logan almost had a heart attack when he saw me. I’ve gained it back, but only because of Andretti’s schedule. I passed out after the sweat suit and they said that my body could have given out at any moment during the race and I could have died if I crashed. There wasn’t enough muscle or body fat to have kept me safe.”

Charles wanted to cry. Logan had offhandedly mentioned that you had gone through a lot of things at Arrow, but not to this extent. He even wondered if you were he reason Logan immediately went home after the race before summer, claiming that there was a family emergency back home.

You could see that he wanted to cry, but you didn’t want him. You gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m fine now, truly. This opportunity has been the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Charles got a bit closer. “I’m glad that you’re better. Really shows the men that you aren’t as delicate as they think.”

“I’d only be delicate with one person.”

You offhandedly glanced back at the table, seeing Logan looking down at his phone. He was probably on the weather app.

Charles smiled fondly as you were lost in your own moment. You could feel Charles’s eyes on you as you turned to look back at him.

“So, drinks?”

Back at the table, Logan was indeed going through his weather app. There was nothing better to do until you would return. And he was hoping that you’d be back soon before he was dragged into a conversation that he didn’t want to be apart of.

“So Logan, good job today mate.”

The blond froze at the sound of his name escaping from Alex’s mouth. He closed his phone as his head raised slowly. Logan didn’t know why, but Alex talking to him jump started his fight or flight instincts.

Too bad he was a flightless bird.

He tried to give his ex-teammate a smile, but by everyone’s reactions, it probably came out more of a lopsided frown.

“Thanks,” he muttered, eyes flickering, hoping to land on someone safe. Yet, his eyes shot back when he heard a scoff.

“You could be a little more appreciative.”

Logan sighed. Lando just had to say something.

The American turned to the Briton.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he then turned to Alex, “Alex, thank you so much for your encouragement and praise. It really means a lot to me.”

Lando rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. You think you’re too good for us now that you have a good car?”

Logan’s phone was now on the table and his body was fully turned toward the McLaren driver. He vaguely saw Oscar elbow Lando’s side, but that didn’t deter the curly-headed boy.

“Says the one who rammed into his teammate in the first corner today. Maybe you just aren’t cut out for F1 Lando.”

Logan leaned back into the plush booth with a smirk. Max fought the urge to snort, but deep down he knew he had to deescalate the situation before he had a fist fight on his hands. He was willing that you and Charles would be back soon, but nothing indicated that you were on your way back.

Lando was now leaning forward, almost across George who separated the two. There was fury in his hazel eyes.

“It’s only one mistake compared to your innumerable. Face it. You had luck for one race. Next one, I’ll be passing you as you’ll get lapped.”

“Lando, maybe we should go?”

Max could hug Pato if he could. He knew that Lando could get snippy and say everything wrong if he wasn’t held back.

It’s a shame that Max didn’t know that Logan also wasn’t one to hold back. The snarky smirk had yet to leave the American’s face. He took the opportunity to also lean in over George. The Briton’s hands were placed on both driver’s chests, trying to keep them apart.

“You’re just jealous.”

Lando raised his eyebrows. “Jealous? Of you? You make. me. laugh.”

And to answer, a chuckle escaped Logan’s lips. The drivers at the table couldn’t tell if Logan was doing this out of spite or not. However, this snapping was just a long time coming.

“Yeah, jealous,” Logan bit back. “Jealous because you’ve been here since 2019 and have no wins to your name. Beaten by your rookie teammate in 2023. Beaten by me, the guy who you said had no business being in Formula 1. Now looking at it, maybe you’re just trying to make up for something.”

Lando had had enough and quickly rose to his feet. Everyone else followed. Max took this time to quickly grab the blond’s arm, gently pulling him back. For Lando, it took both Pato and Oscar to hold him back.

“Logan, that’s unfair.”

Logan’s head whipped to where Alex was standing.

“Unfair? You want to talk about unfair Alex? Then let’s talk about how your car always got upgrades. How I was always ordered to let you pass. How Williams said they’d give me a chance, like the one you didn’t have with Red Bull, but they didn’t. How you botched your race and I had to give up my perfectly fine car for the good of the team.”

The blond was seething and Alex was hunching in on himself. If he couldn’t take it, then he shouldn’t have said anything.

“That’s enough Logan.”

He rolled his shoulders as he glanced at his “childhood friend.”

“You have something to say Oscar? Hm?”

Oscar’s eyes fell to the floor. He knew that fighting with Logan was a lost cause. Because, everything he was saying was 100 percent correct. However, Lando now wasn’t having anything with Logan going after the Aussie.

“Hey!” he got the attention back on himself. “Oscar has done nothing but be kind to you, even when you were undeserving.”

Now, a scoff left Logan’s lips.

“Kind?”

Max could tell that this was the breaking point, as he could see the glint of tears in the younger man’s eyes.

“Any of you were nothing but kind. Do you truly believe that the actions you showed me were you being ‘kind?’ If that’s what you think that word means, I feel sorry for your loved ones.”

Logan’s voice was slowly raising, gaining more attention than that which was already on them.

“Alex? Were you being kind when you left me places that I had no clue where I was? That was kind right? Letting me get back late to every meeting because I couldn’t find my way back?”

Logan wanted to let the tears fall, but like he knew, this had been a long time coming.

“Oscar? Was it kind when you let all of my messages and calls be read or go to voicemail? And then you blame me for not wanting to spend time with you anymore? Because the last time I checked, I had to beg you to even tell you things. That’s kind? I hope you treat your girlfriend better than that.”

Oscar, although he didn’t look down this time, looked close to tears as he felt as though someone was ripping his soul apart. Or maybe, that he had done that and was now paying the consequences.

What Logan or the other drivers missed was that you and Charles had finally come back from the bar and were awestruck with how things were going down. You two did not move, scared to set Logan off anymore.

“Lando? You like to talk about being kind. Kind to yourself and fans and fellow drivers. Was it kind when you told me that I should quit because I simply didn’t belong? Or that I should change careers because maybe then people would like me? Or should I tell the group that you told me to disappear because you wanted Oscar to be more focused on the team and not some childhood friend that he was worried about?”

Everyone looked directly at Lando. Under the strobe lights, people could tell that the Briton was flush red. From anger or embarrassment? No one knew.

Max gently pulled on Logan’s arm, trying to get him away from the group.

“I think they get the point Logan,” the Dutchman muttered. But that did the opposite of what he wanted because the American yanked his arm out from his hand.

“The point? Max? The point is that everyone treated me like absolute shit! Even you. Even Charles. Even Lewis. You all want to be better, treat me like a friend but all the harsh words don’t just go away with a follow on Instagram or one paddle game mate.”

From beside you, Charles had the decency to at least look ashamed. You didn’t say anything, and just bit your lip.

Logan pointed at George, the tall Briton now ready for his turn. But it never came.

“George was the only driver to actually give a shit about me. And, no offence, but he was doing the bare minimum. But that small bit meant the world to me.”

You could tell that Logan was losing it. You didn’t look at Charles as you handed him your glass. Thankfully, he took it with no argument.

Logan flinched when he felt your arm tug his. The blond’s head finally felt in exhaustion.

He had bared his heart and soul to a group, who in reality, still didn’t care much for him. But what was done was done.

“Time to go,” you whispered. With a nod from Logan, you reached over to grab your bag. On your way past Max, you quickly thanked him for the time before shit hit the fan. The Dutchman could only give a small nod as you kept Logan in front of you.

You almost breathed a sigh of relief when you got past the drivers. But Lando had to run his mouth one more time.

“Sargeant?”

Logan froze before slowly turning around to look at the McLaren driver. Deep down, he was hoping that some sort of apology would come tumbling out of his mouth. Yet, it was the opposite.

“Stay out of my way.”

The blond male, who had been exhausted, found a little more energy to respond. He faintly smirked as he looked over his shoulder to respond.

“We can’t make any promises now,” he stated before looking down at you, “can we babe?”

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phoenix95 isn't it delicate?

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bee_lamborghini ayo the club looks fire 🔥🔥

lambo_duo am I the only one nervous as to what went on during the part?

lambo_fanclub no, so am I . . . but they posted which means they're ok tho? 🤷‍♀️

venus2 only delicate with you baby 😙

pheonix95 is it chill that you're in my head?

venus2 should be cause you never leave mine 🥰

paddle_sixtet no likes from Charles, max, lewis, or George?? 😭

venus&pheonix you both deserve the party and everything else!

ferrari+lambo i am now a child of divorce

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venus2 this ain't for the best, but my reputation's never been worse so...

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f1_gridgang seems like y/n has one move for a party 🤣

swift_on_track the delicate lyrics this weekend >>>>>

lambof1 no likes from the usual 4 on Logan's post too

my_goat_logan WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FAMILY 🤨

phoenix95 gonna love you for you ❤️

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pheonix95 I can take it back....

venus2 NO - ahem - I'm good ❤️

loscar_no_more if I find out that something happened between some certain drivers, it's on sight 😤

sargeantgirlie I don't want to believe the twitter page, but the lack of comments with the other four makes me nervous

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logan.nation unapologetic Logan is everything to me

pheonix&venus THE SECOND PIC OH MY GOSH

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daisykihannie · 9 months ago

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𝙰𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 | 𝚂.𝙲𝙱

pairing: Dealer!Changbin x F!reader

warnings: NSFW, coke, alcohol, drugs, addiction, degrading, sir kink, daddy kink, choking, spanking, FITHY ,NASTY, DIRTY, TOXIC, BORDERLINE HATE FUCKING, ROUGH, MEAN, PRIMAL, AGGRESSIVE

The lights throughout your house were all red or purple, smoke filling the air making it seem that much darker and hazy than before. Sweaty bodies tangled together all around you as you took your place on your large L-shaped couch made of black leather. Your eyes raked over the area just watching everyone, nursing your own glass of whiskey, as the others got drunk, horny, and high. The fact that you were just sitting there bored, surrounded by so many strangers, made you quite antsy. You needed more entertainment and what's more fun than Cocaine?

You were about to click on your dealer, Vernon's contact but remembered he'd been gone for the past couple weeks and we're doing deals through his cousin Changbin, so instead you clicked on his contact and waited for him to answer. Yes, your house was loud but you've been making deals for long enough to know that you always speak in code and NEVER text to make a deal. That's basically instantly reserving your dealer a spot in prison.

These calls always felt similar to that of ordering take out. Not much small talk, getting to the point and getting off the phone, then waiting for the "delivery". Not that you minded, you're not the biggest fan of small talk anyways. You actually hate it a lot if you have to be entirely honest.

"Be there shortly." the male spoke his last goodbye, you swore you could hear the smirk plastered to his face. Just like usual, he immediately hanging up once the words left his mouth, not bothering to give you a chance to respond. You rolled your eyes at his usual cocky demeanour, putting your phone back into your pocket, waiting for him.

Normally when him or Vernon did deals with you while you were hosting a party, they'd stay for a few hours. Letting lose, having fun, and building up a clientele. They'd bring samples to give out and normally it'd turn out well for them and you A Win-win scenario for all of us.

It only took about 15 minutes of waiting before the front door swung open.Thus wasn't your first time meeting him but every single time you'd get lost checking him out. He had mostly black hair with chunky streaks in his bangs. The red and purple lights made it impossible to tell exactly what color they were but from being a regular customer these past couple of weeks, you knew they were neon green.

He wore a black compression shirt that hugged his pecks and biceps beautifully. You could see every edge of every muscle that adorned his torso, helping paint pictures of his body in your slightly perverted brain. He paired the shirt with light grey sweats, which you could see the slightest dick print in, even with the low lighting that cast a red blanket over the bodies that painted pictures of their list filled dances in your vision.

There was so much going on from the clouds of smoke, the red lights, and the tangled heap of bodies pressed against one another filling your vision but he stood out. He was all you could see and your body reacted before your alcohol filled brain could realize.

You were climbing off your couch for probably the first time all night, you stumbled your way through the crowd. Your eyes never left him, the usual tension between you two making you feel hypnotized by not only his stunning visuals but his energy as well. He radiated TOXIC BAD BOY as if it has sirens, alarms, and big bold lettering that wrapped his body in caution tape and that's what would always draw you to any and all men you've allowed to have even an ounce of your time and energy.

You were somehow still standing in your drunken haze and you were right in front of him now. "Hey Bin, I don't know if I missed you or the drugs more." your eyes continued to trace the outline of his entire form, from his intoxicating gaze down to his insanely muscular thighs that were hugged by the light grey fabric, then back up to his supple looking lips.

You both flirted with each other regularly, even ended up making out a good handful of times but the tension between the two of you continued to build and had been feeling pretty suffocating now. You felt like you were addicted to Changbin, he was a drug kept just at arms length from an addict in withdrawal. It was forbidden but it didn't make you want him any less.

"Well I know I certainly missed you." his lips forming that cocky smirk you knew oh so well, pulling you in. He was checking you out just as intensely, his eyes slowly tracing your figure in your tight fitting top, taking a bit longer when they got to your loose fitting joggers that sat low on your hips, your hip bones visible above the waistband.

You were tipsy for sure and could feel your morals slip, the lines you weren't supposed to cross with him becoming blurred, the desire and tension swirling in the pit of your stomach. His hands finding their home on your hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh like they always did. He knows exactly what made you weak in the knees and he was quick to use them to his advantage.

The danger and the cockiness was always something that would have you on your knees and he was definitely someone you'd get on your knees for. Everytime things between you two would get heated one of you would pull away, knowing that you shouldn't cross that line. He's your dealer and you're his customer, an addict, his business partner. You don't fuck business partners.

"Why don't we take this somewhere a bit more... private?" you couldn't help but purr the words into his ear, nibbling softly at the shell of his ear. This wasn't the first time this has happened but you still waited till you felt his grip tighten on your hip, pulling back to look at his face again and seeing a devilish smirk painted on his lips.

That was all you needed to grab his wrist, dragging him up the stairs to one of the 4 bedrooms there. Yours of course staying locked so no one could be fucking in your bed when they could use any of the other three. You had a finger print scanner as the lock on the door so there was no way anyone could steal the key and you couldn't lose it no matter how much you drank or how many drugs you took.

As soon as you led him into the room, you were pinned against the door, his grip on your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he pushed them into the door, hard. His lips were on yours in seconds as your lips fell into sync with his own. The kiss was lust filled and heavy, desperate even. It was making you dizzy but in the best possible way. This was how it always started.

The roughness was more than you'd ever hoped for, it was the perfect amount of roughness you always craved and it had you a whimpering and panting mess. Your back arching against the hard door, grabbing his neck to pull him as close as humanly possibly without being inside his skin. Your hips fought against his grip trying to grind against him, desperate for more of his touch.

He noticed and when you thought he was removing his hands to help you, he grabbed the back of your thighs, making you jump and wrap your legs around his muscular waist. Your lips not separating for even a second, no matter how breathless you felt, you couldn't get enough of his lips. How they tasted like cherries, how they were so soft against yours, how they danced together like they were made for one another. It was definitely addicting.

He spun you away from the door, leading you to your bed across the room, your back landing against the mattress with his body above yours. He held himself up with his thighs in order to grab your hands, connecting them above your head and locking them together in only one of his own. His other hand finding it's way to wrap around your throat, you knew what was coming next and it made you let out a moan against his lips.

You felt his lips turn into a smirk when you let out that moan and his grip tightened around your throat. He didn't cut off your air but he squeezed the sides making you dizzy. Your head rush made your eyes roll back and for the first time, he separated your lips. Your moans escaping freely and filling the room, your back arching hard off the mattress.

"P-Please... fuck-" you gasped as his grip stayed firm on your throat. You needed him, just like always, needed him in ways you could never have him. You've gotten used to the teasing and foreplay, the tension building, before he'd pull away way too soon for your liking. The words like a broken record as he told you that it was a mistake and you two shouldn't go further.

"Please what slut? huh? has that drug addict brain of yours stopped working? Has all the coke finally fried every last braincell or is it because of Sir pinning you to the bed like the cum dump you are?" his words were toxic, with venom laced through them but it just made you need him that much more. Yeah, maybe you needed therapy but this was so much more fulfilling than that could ever be. Toxic, borderline hate-fucking was so so much better.

"Please sir... please let me suck your cock~" you purred while maintaining eye contact with your drug dealer. You knew this is usual the moment when he leaves you a needy mess for him but you continued to do this to yourself. Anticipating the withdrawal but unable to keep from getting hooked again. The tiniest sliver of hope that maybe this time would be different made it that much harder to stay away.

He was once again detaching his body from yours, you couldn't help but whine in frustration as you knew what the next words out of his mouth would be. Almost like he'd been rehearsing his lines for years. The familiar feeling of his body heat leaving you and his burning touch gone, you felt like crying when the cold air replaced his touch on your skin.

"Beg for it like a good slut and maybe I'll let you." the words that you were hopeful to hear but never thought you would rang in your ears, eyes wide from shock. "W-what?" you had to be dreaming, no way he actually said that.

You watched carefully as he climbed off of you and sit on the bed next to your panting from. "Don't make me repeat myself babygirl. You heard me and don't act like you haven't been desperate to have me for weeks now." you both knew how badly you wanted each other and you weren't gonna give him the time to change his mind.

You knew how to beg and you knew exactly how to get anything you wanted with it. You have a history of always getting your way, except with Changbin apparently, so you'd of course work your own magic. Collecting your breath and got off the bed, you placed both of your hands on either of his thighs before sinking onto your knees between his man spread. Eyes level with the obvious bulge in his pants, the loose fabric of his sweats doing absolutely nothing to hide it.

You could tell he was big and he knew it by the way you licked your lips as your eyes resembled that of a starved animal staring at a fresh chunk of meat after being starved for weeks. Your eyes slowly grazed up his body, the lights in your room brighter than the red ones from the living room. You could see every curve, edge, ripple, and indent of his muscles now.

Finally eyes eyes met his expectant and impatient ones, his were thin and siren like so you gave him big, round, doe like eyes in return. The primal energy of a hunter watching his prey at his mercy filled the room, suffocating as if you two had hot boxed the room with lust and need.

"Sir~" you purred, dragging your palms higher to his inner thighs, his cock twitching in his pants in anticipation for your words. It only urged you on further to beg like you'd never begged before.

"Please please let me suck your cock? please let me taste your sweet cum while you cum down my throat? Fill me sir~ please?" And you did exactly that, begged like you were made for it, like you were begging for your life. Begging for him to ruin you and fuck your mouth dumb before doing the same to your drenched pussy.

The growl that erupted from his throat sounded animalistic and hungry. He clearly needed you just as badly as you needed him. He didn't responded and pulled the baggie of white powder out of his pocket before taking his sweats and boxers off together. The fabric pooling around his ankles right in front of your knees.

You sat watching his hands open the baggie with your kryptonite in it, curious but unmoving. You simply waited for his instructions as you watching his face light up like he just had the most brilliant idea.

"Open your mouth." he demanded and you obliged like the obedient toy you were for this man already. Your mouth open as far as possible knowing that your jaw was going to be so incredibly sore from the sheer size of his cock. It was not just huge in length but it was girthy too. It was sure to ruin you if you were dripping as much as you were right now. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth, the drool that was forming inside your mouth cascading down the length of your tongue and dripping off the end in long, messy, stings.

He placed his cock on your tongue and slipping the tip against the wet flesh a few times, before holding it in place. The weight of his cock heavy and twitching against your tongue waiting for his next instructions, keeping eye contact with him as the lewd sight plagued his vision. "Close your lips around the head but don't you dare move slut. Got it?" You nodded at his words and wrapped your wet and swollen lips around it, pressing your tongue flat against the slit leaking salty precum into your mouth.

He then took the baggie and tapped out a line of your favorite powder along the length of his cock. "Now, be a good girl and snort the entire line. Take my cock all the way into your throat and get your fix." he demanded and it truly was the hottest thing you'd ever heard anyone ever say, a whimper escaping your throat and sending vibrations straight to his head.

You proved yourself to be a good girl doing exactly what he said, covering one nostril and using one of your many rolled up dollar bills to snort the entire line in one go, letting the bill drop as your nose hit his pubes, swallowing around the head of his cock now buried down your throat. Another low groan fell from his lips as he watched you and you snorted hard to finish the line. Immediately seeing the stars you loved so much as the coke hit your brain, euphoria coursing through your body, all your nerves lighting on fire the way you love so much.

A groan left your through traveling through his cock as you looked up to him, hoping he'd let you finally suck the soul out of him now. "Go ahead pup. Make Daddy feel good." he finally allowed you to do what you love best, leaning back on his hands as you both kept eye contact. You hollowed out your cheeks and got to work, the moans, groans, and growls that filled the room just egged you on harder.

Soon enough, curses were leaving his lips as his cock twitched relentlessly inside your mouth, your own moans started mixing with his, desperate to have him filling your throat. He tangled his handing into your hair and started fucking your mouth with no mercy, your own hand going into the waistband of your joggers, fingers playing with your sensitive bundle of nerves, your gave never leaving his no matter how much your eyes watered as he abused your throat.

His thrust got sloppy and he groaned your name and stopped his movements, burying his cock down your throat as the warm white liquid shot down it. Your throat constricting around him as your swallowed ever last drop, successfully sucking his soul out of him. He took as second before pulling out of your mouth to catch his breath before giving you his next demand. "On your stomach. Now." his tone just as harsh as before and you obeyed, climbing on the bad and laying on your stomach, looking back at him.

You were watching and anticipating his next move, still fully dressed and needy and his cock was still rock hard and his tip angry. He climbed on the bed, roughly stripping off your joggers, smacking your now exposed ass hard. You whimpered at the mix of pain, need, and pleasure and he grabbed the baggy again, pouring out a line on the now red flesh of your ass, snorting his own line. As if you couldn't get any wetter, that definitely had you leaking more. It was way hotter than it should've been.

After he did his own line, we pulled off his shirt hastily before removing yours just as intensely. Ripping it slightly as he pulled it off, the ripping of the seams being heard through the room. Your hips wiggled teasingly, the flesh of your ass rippling and jiggling with your movements. He straddled your thighs, lifting your hips up slightly so your cheeks were pressing around his cock. He pushed his hips forward, then back again to tease you, kneeding the flesh a bit before spreading it apart to get a perfect view of your holes.

You were so wet that your thighs and your ass were soaked. The glistening caught Changbin's eyes before running his cock between your thighs, soaking his length in your arousal. He groaned at the euphoric feeling "Fuck- such a filthy whore. So wet just from sucking Daddy's cock?" He countiued passing his length through you wet folds, groaning deeply as your own desperate and needy moans and whispers fell from your lips.

"God, I'm gonna fucking ruin you till your addicted to my cock instead of the fucking coke." he growled and adjusted his hips to push into in one swift thrust. Bottoming out immediately as a scream ripped through your throat. The stretch burned but you felt so full that you were seeing stars and began clenching around him to adjust as quickly as possible.

Luckily he stayed still for you to catch up, the scream was pushing him to ruin you more but he wasn't evil, he knew he was huge and knew if he didn't let you adjust before wrecking your hole, you would be in too much pain to enjoy it. With as much tension and build up, he wanted it to be worth the wait. When he felt you trying to push back against him, he smirked knowing you needed more. "Awe~ does my pretty cum dump need more?" he asked but already knew the answer.

You slurred out helpless whines and pleases, begging for him again. He leaned forward putting his body flush against yours but not putting his full weight on you so that you could keep your hips were the were at the perfect angle to hit your weak spot. He took his left arm, wrapping it around your throat and putting you in a head lock, using his elbow to hold himself up and his left elbow pushing into the mattress next to your head to help hold him up as well.

After he got into the perfect position he started thrusting relentlessly into you. His hips slamming against your ass as the sounds of flesh against flesh filled the room. A symphony of your desperate moans filling Changbin's ears and the room, his grunts mixing in with yours as you started feeling dizzy as he used you while giving you a head rush from the headlock.

The pace he used was brutal, borderline hate sex, and it was so unbelievably hot. You weren't sure if it was the cocaine, the tension, the head rush, or the intense amount of pleasure coursing through you body but your skin was on fire. Every single nerve ending was ignited and that familiar knot started forming in your stomach. Your clit was throbbing from the stimulation of your thighs pushed together creating the most heavenly friction while your g-spot was abused continuously.

"Fuck- ohmygod- I'm cl- close FUCKFUCKFUCK" you were screaming at this point, convinced that everyone down stairs could hear you over the music and pounding bass that were vibrating the walls of your home.

"Shit- me too baby. Fuck! Be my good little cock slut and cum on Daddy's dick. Just like that- fuuuuuuck" He was grunting into your ear, his cock twitching inside you relentlessly and his thrust becoming sloppy as he got closer to his release.

You were clenching around him about to tumble over the edge into your own orgasm when you heard him grunt into your ear and his hips still. You could feel the white, hot ropes filling you to the brim, spilling out of you from around his cock. That was all it took to have you chasing your own high, cumming the hardest you ever have. Your pussy clenching around him as your body trembled. Squirting onto your sheets underneath you two.

Loud moans filling the room as he helped the both of your ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm. It felt like your body was vibrating and you both played there for a moment, sweaty and panting trying to calm down after everything. He let you out of the headlock to pull out of you, seeing his cum pouring out of your pussy clenching around nothing.

He fell onto the bed next to you and saw the wet puddle beneath you. "Did- did you squirt?" he asked with his usual cock smirk causing you to groan and roll your eyes. "Shut up." the embarrassment causing your face to heat up. It's funny how after all of that, this was what made you shy and embarrassed.

#skz imagines #skz #skz smut #skz x reader #stray kids #straykids smut #stray kids fanfic #changbin #changbin x reader #changbin smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #skz x you #skz x y/n #changbin x you #changbin x y/n

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oliversrarebooks · 3 months ago

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Augusnippets Day 28: Mind Control (Part One)

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tw: mind control, hypnosis, alien abduction, medical examination, drugging, memory erasure, sketchy therapist

Dr. Palmer looked over her schedule for the day. It was mostly filled with her usual sorts of appointments -- anxiety, stop smoking, get over her ex, anxiety again -- a bit dull, but it would pay the bills. Some days, though, she would have an appointment like her 2pm. This client had seemed very nervous on the phone, saying that she wanted hypnotherapy to uncover a distressing, buried memory, but refused to say what it was until she arrived.

She had requests like this on a semi-frequent basis, people who wanted to be regressed to past lives or uncover hidden memories, things like that. Those were some of her favorites. She could hypnotize the client, make up whatever outlandish story she wanted, get their brain to fill in the blanks, and they'd leave happy, thinking that she'd helped them remember some important truth. Dr. Palmer didn't actually believe in past lives or any of that -- but she did believe in the human mind's ability to make things up under hypnosis. The client heard what they wanted to hear, she got a paycheck -- a good day's work, as far as she was concerned.

Usually, when she got a request like this, the client was the sort that wore healing crystals and magnetic bracelets and essential oils from an MLM scheme. She was a bit surprised at how put-together her 2pm was. Zhihao Han wore a deep purple blouse and a smart black skirt, hair and makeup both flawless, dressed the part for a high stress office career. The only crack in her facade was the stress in her eyes, a subtle sign that Dr. Palmer had learned to recognize.

"Welcome," said Dr. Palmer, leading her over to her excessively comfortable reclining chair, a necessary component of putting her clients at ease and helping them relax. "Is this your first time with a hypnotherapist?"

"Yes, it is." She seemed stiff and nervous even in the chair, sitting on the edge instead of relaxing back into it. "As I mentioned over the phone, it's a problem that I'm somewhat embarrassed about. I was hoping that maybe you could help me with it."

Dr. Palmer put on her best disarming smile. "Of course. I'm happy to help with whatever problem you need. And you don't need to be embarrassed with me. I've heard it all. There's no judgement in this office."

"You say that, but you're going to think I'm losing my mind." She took a deep breath. "Do you believe in aliens?"

"Aliens?" Oh, this was getting interesting.

"Yes, aliens. Extraterrestrials. Beings from beyond the stars."

"Well, it's a big universe. I certainly think it's possible we're not alone out there."

"That's how I thought about it too. Well, I didn't think about aliens much at all. I've never been all that interested in science fiction or any of that…. until I started having these dreams."

"What are the dreams about?"

"In the dreams, I'm being abducted by aliens," she says. "At first I thought it was just a random dream like any other… but then I started having them on a routine basis, every couple of months or so. And they seemed so vivid and real when I was having them, but after I woke up, I would find them so hard to remember clearly."

"I see. And this is what you'd like to explore today?"

"I know it must sound crazy, but every time I wake up from one of these dreams, I feel absolutely convinced that it's real. I've never had an experience like this with dreams before." She looked significantly more agitated now than when she came in. "I keep thinking strange thoughts…"

"Like…?" Dr. Palmer prodded gently.

"Like I'm just waiting for the aliens to return and abduct me again. Like I want it to happen. But I don't! I have a career that I've worked hard to maintain, and I'm trying to get a promotion, and I really don't have time to sit around in a daze, daydreaming about aliens. I keep trying so hard to remember what exactly is in the dream, but I can't."

"So you want me to help you remember?"

"Yes. I hope if I can remember the dream and talk about it with someone, I can finally convince my subconscious that it isn't real," she said. "I feel like I can't talk about this with my normal therapist, or anyone else."

"I understand," said Dr. Palmer. "Can I ask you a bit about your job? It sounds very stressful."

"Yes, it is. I can't talk much about the details, but I have an important deadline coming up in a month, on top of my normal duties and endless meetings. That's another reason why I can't afford to be distracted by something like this. Honestly, I don't even have the time for this appointment, but I felt like I had no choice but to do something."

Dr. Palmer starting to get a very obvious working theory about what's going on with Zhihao. The only real trouble would be putting her under. She was clearly skeptical and had difficulty relaxing, so it might be tough. "I think I can help you," she said, "but it might take more than one session."

"Whatever you need to do, the sooner the better."

"Have you ever been hypnotized?"

"No, I haven't. I have no idea if I even can be."

Yes, this might take more than one session. She'd be lucky to get Zhihao even somewhat hypnotized in the hour they had. "I think anyone can be hypnotized, but sometimes it takes several tries. For today, I'm just going to have you follow along with my instructions, and we'll see if we can get you to relax, at least."

"I guess relaxing would do me some good," said Zhihao, who didn't seem aware of what an understatement that was.

"Can you lean back in the chair for me?"

"All right." She finally stopped perching on the very edge of the chair and sank into the comfortable leather cushions.

"Good! Now there's no pressure here. I just want you to sit back and listen, and soon you might feel yourself growing more relaxed. It will happen naturally -- you don't need to worry about it. First of all, I'd like you to think about the tension you're holding in your jaw…"

Dr. Palmer began leading Zhihao through a standard relaxation induction, and was surprised at how much she was responding to it. After just a few minutes, she was noticeably more relaxed, with a slightly distant expression on her face. Dr. Palmer figured she'd judged wrong -- instead of being unable to relax, she might have been so desperate for rest that she couldn't help but follow along with everything the doctor was saying.

"Now I want you to take a nice deep breath. Take a deep breath in… hold it… and out. That's good. Another deep breath in… hold it… and out." Dr. Palmer was now hopeful of actually getting a working trance in this session. "I want you to keep taking deep breaths, slowly and evenly. And as you breathe in, I want you to allow your eyelids to fall shut… and when you breathe out, you can open them again. Breathe in, closing those eyes down… and breathe out, opening your eyes."

Zhihao followed along easily, her eyes fluttering shut on every deep breath as Dr. Palmer coaxed her further into trance.

"And as you take those big deep breaths, and your eyes open and close, you may feel yourself starting to get a little drowsy. Your eyelids may start to feel heavy from having to open and close them, and that's okay. Just keep on taking nice deep breaths in, allowing those heavy eyes to close, and out, opening them again. It's okay if you struggle a little to open your eyes. They're probably feeling very heavy now, like they'd just want to stay shut. And you might be feeling more and more sleepy…"

Again, Dr. Palmer was surprised by how quickly she responded. It didn't take long at all before Zhihao was practically falling asleep.

"…and you can just keep your drowsy, sleepy, heavy eyelids closed," said Dr. Palmer. "How are you feeling?"

Her voice sounded dreamy and far away. "…Obedient."

Now that was interesting, because Dr. Palmer hadn't even mentioned obedience. Clearly this client had some ideas about hypnosis that were influencing her -- probably related to her alien abduction fantasy. Well, she could certainly work with that.

"That's right, obedient. And the sleepier you get, the more you're going to drop down into a deep state of obedience…"

Zhihao was absolute putty in Dr. Palmer's hands as soon as she brought up obedience, almost like she'd been hypnotized before and this was some sort of trigger.

"You're certain you've never been hypnotized before?"

"The aliens hypnotize me each time they take me. They need me to be docile and obedient."

Ah, so this really was just part of her alien fantasy. Convenient. "Let's talk about that more, now that you're in such a deep and peaceful hypnotic trance," she said. "Can you tell me when and where the aliens usually abduct you?"

"In my bedroom, just as I'm about to go to sleep," she said. "I can feel it about to happen before it does. They use their psychic powers to make me too tired to struggle and force me to be quiet, so that when they show up, I won't resist."

"All right. Can you imagine that now? Imagine that you're in your bedroom, safe in your bed, getting ready to go to sleep, when you feel the presence of the aliens."

"They're in my head." She sounded like a different person, small and almost childlike. "Their powers make me so, so sleepy, and I can't get up. I can't call for help, because they want me to be quiet. They make me be quiet. I see some bright lights, and then they're standing by my bed, ready to take me."

"What do they look like?"

"Taller than normal humans and very thin. They have gray skin and enormous dark eyes like the night sky."

So, standard alien "grays", the kind you'd see on any cheesy conspiracy show. "Can you tell me what happens next?"

"They don't speak. They beam their commands directly into my head, and I'm helpless to resist. I feel so drowsy, like I've been drugged. One of them will beckon for me to follow them, and I can't stop myself from getting out of bed and following, like a sleepwalker. They do something to make me want to obey them, more than anything. I always let them take me without any fight at all."

I'm starting to get the picture. My client is severely stressed and overworked, almost certainly neglecting her needs, and she has to constantly wear a facade of being perfect and put together. It's too much for anyone, and her mind is begging for some sort of release. So she imagines a scenario where she's half-asleep and completely powerless, an escape valve of sorts.

"So do you remember what happens after you're taken?"

"I think they must put me to sleep. It gets hard to remember…" She sounded frustrated.

"It's okay, just relax. You can relax and sink deeper into trance. You don't need to pressure yourself to remember," Dr. Palmer encouraged. "If there's anything that stands out to you, any images or feelings, talking about it might help you remember more."

"There is another thing."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She hesitated briefly. "I have this strong image in my head of waking up on a kind of metal table. There are aliens looking down at me, and bright lights overhead. The room is filled with strange machines. And… I'm usually naked, on this table."

Dr. Palmer nodded and noted down a possible sexual frustration component to the client's fantasy.

"The aliens want me awake, but they're still using their psychic powers to make me very, very sleepy and docile. I'm not restrained in any way, but the aliens make me be completely still. And I remember how much I want to obey them. They have strange instruments they use to measure my body and perform tests on me. I remember some sort of eye test with a screen, I think. And they put commands in my head. Commands I'm not allowed to remember."

"Not allowed to remember?"

"Yes," she said, with some distress. "It's very important to obey. It's very important to forget." She sounds like she's reciting some mantra from her dream.

"Is that what they told you?"

"I… remember," she said. "I think I can I remember something I'm not supposed to. Something I've been trying to remember."

"You're very safe here. You can tell me."

"I remember a mask. A scary-looking kind of gas mask. They always bring it out when they're finished with the tests." Zhihao, still deep in trance, seems so agitated about this. "They seal it over my mouth and nose, and I can't resist, because I'm too tired and I have to stay still. Then they tell me that I need to sleep and forget."

"Is that why you can't remember what happens?"

"I don't want to forget. I know that the strange dreams are driving me out of my mind, because I can't remember them. I need to remember. But the gas is so strong, and I can't fight it for long, especially with the aliens using their psychic powers. I get so sleepy that I can't stay awake, and I can feel myself starting to forget, no matter how hard I try to hold on. They make me sleep and forget." A tear rolls down her cheek, her eyes still shut tight.

"It's all right. You're safe here."

"I'm not safe. I'm not safe anywhere," she said. "They can take me any time they please, and I'll be powerless to resist. They can do whatever they want to my mind. They can make me dazed and forgetful. It's ruining my life! And no one would ever believe me."

"I believe you."

"You do?"

Dr. Palmer was at least a little bit tempted to tell her that the aliens were real and that she'd have to do many more sessions to strengthen her mind against them, or some bull like that. After all, judging by this patient's clothing and her description of her job, she had plenty of money for it. But her conscience got the better of her. She felt bad for this woman who had stressed out so hard she was starting to hallucinate. Besides, if she actually helped with the stress, Zhihao might shell out for legitimate hypnotherapy.

"I believe that you've been having these strange, vivid dreams that seems so real you're convinced they must have happened," said Dr. Palmer. "And I believe that these dreams are causing you to become dazed and forgetful at work. But that doesn't mean the aliens themselves are real, no matter how real they seem."

"I knew you would think I was crazy."

"That's not what I'm saying at all. I definitely don't think you're crazy. This sort of situation is way more common than you think."

Zhihao's face scrunched, trying to process, so Dr. Palmer continued on.

"You're obviously very stressed, and I'm going to guess that you haven't been getting enough sleep."

"I try to get four hours a night."

Oh lord. "That's not nearly enough sleep, you know. And I'm guessing you're neglecting other needs, like food and hydration."

Even still under trance, Zhihao looked miserable thinking about it. "With so many meetings, there's no time in the day to eat lunch…"

"Stress, lack of sleep, and neglecting of your basic needs can definitely cause vivid nightmares."

She nodded slowly. "But why are they so vivid and specific?"

"Well, you're incredibly stressed, so your dreams are also stressful. Your body needs more sleep, but you're always denying it, so you're imagining a situation where you're forced to sleep. And having so many responsibilities and needing to make hard decisions all day is exhausting, so you imagine a situation where you're powerless and not in control, no decisions possible."

"That makes sense…"

"I think what would help you is some self-hypnosis techniques to help you relax and sleep better," said Dr. Palmer, putting on her best therapist voice. "May I teach you a few?"

"If you think it will help."

Half an hour later, Zhihao was blinking her eyes awake from heavy trance, yawning and stretching and already looking better. "That was amazing!" she said. "I feel so relieved, and I think I really did need to relax for a while."

"I'm glad I could help," said Dr. Palmer. "I think getting even a little more sleep and trying out some of the stress-relieving techniques I taught you will help reduce the amount and intensity of those nightmares."

"It can't hurt. I'm willing to try anything."

"Would you be interested in a followup appointment in a month?"

"That's really close to my deadline -- could it be a month and a half?"

As Zhihao waved goodbye and headed out the door, Dr. Palmer felt satisfied with how it'd all turned out. She'd hopefully helped this woman avoid a premature heart attack and she'd possibly made a loyal customer, a win-win situation. Besides that, this patient's stories about aliens were far more interesting than a lot of the problems her patients had.

For once, Dr. Palmer was certain that she'd done well.

That is, until she saw the bright lights outside her window that night.

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There is a part two to this story once I finish it!

#augusnippets #augusnippets day 28 #mind control #whump #whump writing #aliens #alien abduction

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iggydustmop · 8 days ago

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Okay, I guess today is my day for McLennon Hot Takes. This one is a little less McLennon focused, and more John & Yoko focused.

So the story goes, that, in 1975, Yoko had John come over to get hypnotized for stopping smoking, and somehow brainwashed him into reuniting with her.

I’m here to call bullshit! Here’s my very logical take on what happened, based on the objective facts we have available:

1. We know John & Yoko wanted to have a baby, and had really struggled to do so

2. We know they had sought out fertility treatments, and one herbalist was credited for helping them achieve Sean’s conception.

3. Sean was born on October 9, 1975. Now, if he had been fully cooked (I want to say he was maybe a month early?), that puts his conception in mid-January (source: my kid was born on September 30 and was definitely conceived on new year’s.)

4. Normally, when someone gets pregnant - especially with a history of miscarriages and a high-risk scenario like a geriatric pregnancy (sadly the term they use for anyone over 35, and Yoko was 42) - they don’t talk about it for at least the first trimester, if not longer.

5. We know that Paul had talked to John about Yoko being open to reconciliation in 1974 in LA

6. We know John had moved back to NY by early 1975

7. We know that John & Yoko were never really out of touch, and would get together on occasion prior to their official reunion

So…what does that tell us?

If we look at the facts, the story this spins is pretty straightforward: There was probably a deal that, if Yoko were to actually get pregnant, she and John would reunite. It sounds like she was still actively trying even while they were separated, if they have a specialist who they credit with Sean’s conception.

Sean was very likely conceived at the end of January or the beginning of February…

…which also aligns with when John got to go home.

What makes more sense here? That John got brainwashed by a hypnotist? Or that Yoko actually got pregnant, and he didn’t really have a plausible reason to provide without betraying Yoko’s privacy? Seems pretty logical that he perhaps had “an appointment to attend with this hypnotist” as a cover for a doctor’s appointment, and as soon as he heard the news, he was completely on-board with going home and being a dad. Again though, given the precarious state of the pregnancy, it *also* makes sense that he wouldn’t say anything about it until things were much further along.

“But what about recording in New Orleans with Paul???”

Great question! It might have been that he agreed that, if Yoko went through with the pregnancy, he’d step back from music in order to help her and care for the baby once it got here. You know who would have been super duper understanding of prioritizing family in that way? Paul McCartney. Or maybe John was just so bamboozled by the fact that he’s having a damn baby and reunited with his wife that it took the wind out of his sails for making music.

Regardless, there’s a number of completely obvious explanations that don’t involve Yoko manipulating or scheming or brainwashing John.

#thank you for attending my ted talk #john Lennon #Yoko ono #john & Yoko #paul mccartney #the lost weekend #sometimes the answer is the most boring one #and i say this as a hardcore McLennon Stan

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meltingmidas · 23 days ago

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Good Things Made of Leather

Pairing: (Stoner?) Bf!Mingi x Gf!Reader

CW: DomMingi/SubReader, devils lettuce use, pet play, reader is a freak and likes Mingi’s legs tehehe, thigh riding, shoe humping (I’m the freak), one (1) slap, mean! Mingi, degradation (reader rec.) oral play(?), facial, reader is dumb puppy, mean nicknames but also sweet ones. Soft and sweet ending. Soft Mingi. Please lmk what I missed!

WC: ~1.7K

Midas’s Notes: This is the longest thing I’ve ever written so far.. 🤩 I was like “Oh yeah let me just put a few of my kinks into this” I was a little too self indulgent and then I lost it lmao. I hope you guys enjoy reading as much as I did writing it! This was a little bit more difficult to write than the others, so PLEASE let me know what I can work on to make my fics better! Tell me what you love, hate, or anything really. Thank you so much for taking time to read, oh and happy Halloween! Be safe out there <3

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You couldn’t tear your eyes off of them. You were hypnotized. Yes, you were high with your boyfriend, so maybe that was to blame. Partly. But sitting in front of him gave you a perfect view, which did not help.

What was wrong with you?

You always knew you had a thing for your boyfriend’s legs. His shapely hips, muscular thighs, long legs. But when it comes to him sporting leather combat boots? You were done for. “Uhh.. Babe? You good?” A fuzzy voice reaches to the gutters of your mind, shaking your head slightly as you feel a big warm hand on your shoulder, finally tearing your eyes from his shoes to meet your boyfriend’s eyes. “Yeah Min, I’m good. This is stronger than the last strain you got. I think” you said with a smile. Mingi chuckles softly, a sheepish smile stretching his cheeks, “Just a little, I’m sorry I should’ve told you before, pretty.” The nickname sent shivers through you, it truly wasn’t helping with your.. problem. You watch as Mingi brought the half finished blunt to his lips, taking a long hit before he holds and exhales, leaning back into his seat and making sure to turn away from you as the smoke leaves his lungs. He passes it to you, which you happily comply. As you inhale the smoke, your eyes fall back down to shoes.

“Can we try that thing?” you start, “…huh?” Mingi huffs out. You feel your heavy lidded eyes slowly lower to his boots. “Can we try that thing, we talked about it yesterday night?” Mingi thinks for a second, before a hazy smile spreads across face, “Oh. You sure babe? You’re pretty high”. Without a second thought, you nod feverly. “I know, I’ve been thinking about this all day Mingi. Can we please try it?” You clasp your hands together and try to give him your best (high) puppy pout, “Pretty please Min?” You beg. You hear him chuckle and sigh lightly, as he stands to leave the room. He returns quickly, a black leather choker in his hands with two small rings and a big ring in the center. His sits back, spreading his legs wide as he pats his thigh, “C’mere pretty, this’ll look perfect on you” he says as he starts unbuckling the collar. You stand and, without being told to, start to strip your clothes, glancing to catch Mingi’s proud smirk and eyes adoring your body. Not too long after, you straddle his thighs, and lift your hair into a makeshift ponytail, baring your neck for your boyfriend to collar you. “Good girl~..you ready?”

…You were stripped of all clothes, while Mingi sported just his jeans and boots. As you slowly grind atop his muscular thigh, light moans and whines leaving your lips. “Fuck babe, so fuckin hot on me like this.” Mingi rasps out, one hand gripping around your neck and the other squeezing your waist. “Min- more please Mingi. Please I need you.” The hand occupying your neck slowly raises to your cheek, his cold rings sending chills onto your hot skin. You feel his thumb brush the bottom of your lip, slowly forcing his way into your mouth, past your teeth, onto your tongue. You gladly open wide, presenting canines and drool leaking off the tip of your tongue. “As long as I’m concerned, slut, puppies don’t speak.” You moan loudly, mind buzzing from feeling his thumb drag out of your mouth, ring and all grazing against the bottom row of teeth. Mingi moves to toy with your collar, slightly tugging on the center ring, bringing you an inch closer to him. “Be a good girl and bark.” Your eyes widen, your hands gripping his shoulders, suddenly aware of your surrounding and the effects of not only the weed; but your boyfriend. “B-but-“ he cuts you off with a harsh slap against your cheek, the sting bringing tears to your eyes but makes your pussy leak all over his ripped jeans. He brings you closer by your choker ring, feeling his breath against your lips.

“Bark.”

You let out a shaky breath, mind running in circles and your pussy dripping down his thigh. “woof..” you breathe out, but Mingi shakes his head. “No no no, that won’t do.” His eyebrow quirks up at you, a devilish grin blooms on his lips. “Maybe you need to be on your hands a knees, like a good dog”. A heavy shiver runs down your spine, as you feel your arms and legs moving before you can even think. You find sanctuary between his legs, caging you in eye level at his huge bulge. You look back up at him, eyes wide and pupils blown out full of lust. You watch as he slowly undoes his belt, reaching past his boxers to pull out his cock; swollen and pink with precum dripping at the tip. You unconsciously lick your lips, slowly leaning in towards his dick. You feel a hard hand grasp at your hair, yanking you back to your place. You whimper, eyes watering as you regain your balance. “Bad dog.” Mingi starts, “I don’t think you deserve this treat yet, pup.” You watch as a sadistic smile grows on his lips, “I wanna see you beg”. You let out a shakey breath, your eyes immediately falling to his black boots, your legs moving faster than your thoughts. You slowly start to drag your puffy pussy against it, the coolness of the leather making your clit twitch, small yips and whines mimicking ones of a dog. You hear a scoff from above you, and a soft groan. “Fuck, look at my little bitch in heat.” he moans out, slowly starting to fist his twitching cock. You whine loudly, putting more pressure grinding on his steel toed boots. You look up desperately at your boyfriend, arms now wrapped around his calf and your cheek resting on his knee, the sight makes your head fucking dizzy.

Blushed cheeks and a shit eating smirk, big vieny and ring clad hands jerking himself off. Just the sight made your hips sputter, a broken moan leaving your lips. Mingi then delicately moves your hair out of your face, caressing your cheek. “Does my pup like my boots?” He grunts out, watching you immediately nod and whine littles “yes’s”, grinding a little harder on him. You watch as he speeds up, his hazy eyes bouncing back and forth from your hips to your eyes. You loll out your tongue, Mingi automatically bringing he’s thumb to the muscle and rubbing circles onto it. “You feeling close pretty?” He questions and you nod, his finger never leaving your mouth. You speed up your hips, a loud whine leaving you as you angle yourself to bump your swollen clit perfectly. Mingi draws out a low moan, “Good girl..such a good girl using me” he huffs out as he brings his hand back to his cock, now using both his own hands to massage his swollen balls and play with his leaking head. You feel your lower abdomen tighten, eyes watering as you look up to him with pleading eyes. “Min- I’m gon-nnhn~” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you feel small snaps in your stomach, feeling high and floating as you cum, small black spots in your vision as you gush all over his boots. His whole shoe is soaked, you’re covered in your own arousal from the thighs down, sitting in a puddle or your own cum. You swear you black out for a second, but wake up the second you hear your boyfriend moan, “Fuck puppy, can’t wait- open for me pretty” he growls out as you open your mouth, drool leaving the corners while your tongue rolls out. It only takes him a few pumps before he squirts his cum all over your face, some reaching to your hairline down to your chin and neck. You swallow what landed in your mouth, licking around your lips to not waste any of your precious treat.

Mingi throws his head back, a huge yet satisfied sigh leaving his chest. “Fuck baby.. that was-“ he stops to chuckle, looking back down towards you and brings his hand to play with strands of your hair, and you finish for him, “so fucking good” you say as you smile tiredly. Mingi plucks a handful of tissues besides where he sat and gently wipes your face, making sure to get every last drop of cum off you before me moves to himself, tucking his softening cock back to his boxers. He leans down to rub your shoulders, “Let’s go get cleaned up, yeah? I’ll start a shower for you” he says as he stands, holding his hand out for yours. You take it, shakily standing with him. “You mean for us. Right?” You ask softly, earning yourself a small laugh from him, “Of course, pretty. And as beautiful as you look with it, let’s get this collar off you first, mkay?” He reaches around your neck, softly undoing the buckle and tossing it into his chair when it’s off. He gives the back of your neck a small squeeze before pulling you into a hug, arms wrapped around your waist, gently giving your neck kisses where the collar sat. “You did so well, baby. You’re so good to me” he whispers into your shoulder, before pressing a long kiss there. Your hands graze his hair, taking all his praise in. You give the side of his forehead a kiss, and pepper kisses around his pierced ears. “Thank you baby” you whisper. “I love you pretty”, you hear him murmur, as he lifts his head to give you a deep kiss, his tongue grazing your lip. You accept, skimming your tongue across his, deepening the sweet kiss. You’re the first to break the kiss, watching your boyfriend sport a pout on his face. You quietly laugh, “I love you more, Min. Now.. let’s go clean up before anything else happens.” You tease, rolling your eyes as soon as you see his eyes perk up. “Seriously Mingi. I can barely keep myself stand-MINGI!“ he cuts you off as he suddenly picks you up, carrying you bridal style as he starts to walk towards your shared bedroom, giving your forehead, nose, and lips a gentle kiss.

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ur-dad-satan · 2 months ago

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Sub!LevixM!MC

Let's Get Down to Business

4.5K words, 18+ MDNI, enjoy <3

(Includes kissing, oral, swearing, gay sex, etc. you get the gist)

Ever since that human came to the Devildom, Levi had been acutely interested in him. It wasn’t because he thought he was attractive or anything! He was just interested in human world movies, anime and stuff! Honest! It took a while for him to finally come out of his shell, but when he did, the two were hanging out every other day. Levi took the liberty to introduce him to his favorite movies, and MC did the same. This is how the demon and the human ended up watching MC’s favorite Disney movie: Mulan. MC had them up and dancing together during ‘I’ll Make a Man out of You’ which the demon particularly liked; Levi may have even shed a tear at the end of ‘Girl Worth Fighting For’ from the tonal shift. After that day, he too was a fan of the Disney classic, so much so that it became one of his favorites as well.

*.*.*.*.*.

It had been about two months since Levi and MC had started hanging out together when someone came banging on MC’s bedroom door. When he opened it, Levi rushed in so fast he almost knocked him down.

“Ah! Sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Levi apologized and helped the man regain his balance.

“Calm down, you’re fine, Levi.” MC laughed. “What’s up?” He asked, closing the door behind the purple haired demon.

“O-oh! Right. Look, there’s a convention going on in the human world and I know you said you’ve always wanted to go to one, s-so… I was wondering if you m-maybe… wanted to go to this one? With me?” He asked. His cheeks tinted a light pink awaiting rejection. MC smiled sweetly and let out a small laugh.

“Of course! I’d love to go with you.” He said excitedly. Levi’s head snapped up, eyes wide like MC had said something revolutionary.

“Really?! You want to go with me?! Why?! Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited, but li-” Levi started.

“Levi, honey. Calm down.” MC said gently. The nickname made his cheeks tint. “It’s not that big of a deal. Let’s figure out who we’re gonna cosplay as, okay?” The human reasoned. He found it so cute when Levi got nervous, but he wanted to relax him so he could think rationally.

“O-okay!” The two went to work planning their costumes, begging Lucifer to let them stay for the whole weekend, buying passes, and booking a nice hotel. Almost immediately, they began making their “not quite couples” cosplay as Shang and Ping from the movie the two had been infatuated with. Before long, the day before the convention came and both Levi and MC made their way to the human world with all of the stuff they needed to have a great time that weekend.

*.*.*.*.*.

The two got up early the next morning to get a nice breakfast, a few energy drinks for throughout the day, and get ready. MC walked out of the bathroom half dressed and his eyes landed on Levi’s bare back. He stopped in his tracks and watched the hypnotic way he moved in the mirror as he did such basic things like put on deodorant. MC never noticed the scars and marks that perfectly painted his skin from so long ago. Hell, he was such a shut-in that MC often forgot Levi held such a high status in the Devildom. Unfortunately, the anxious demon noticed MC standing there, and let out a noise of surprise.

“Ah! MC! Stop staring! I already know my scars are gross.” He said, the second part lower than the first.

“Levi,” MC said in a reprimanding tone and walked over to him. “May I touch you?” He asked before getting too close. Levi’s face tinted pink and he averted his eyes to the shirt being loosely held in his hands, then nodded. He liked MC’s touch. MC, who was about the same height as Levi, gently wrapped his arms around the blushing demon’s waist and rested his head on his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Levi asked, his voice was a bit shaky and his eyes grew wide.

“Showing you that your body isn’t gross. You look amazing the way you are. You should try to stop being so hard on yourself. You’re Leviathan; the great General of Hell’s Navy. You've earned those scars, they're trophies for your bravery! Give yourself some credit.” MC said, trying to ease his anxieties. They placed a small innocent kiss on his jaw, and hugged him a bit tighter. Levi was silent for a minute, seemingly contemplating what to say or do next; he stood completely still and kept looking down, and MC stayed there waiting for him to say something.

“Thank you, MC.” Levi said, still not moving. His voice was soft. He felt grateful that he had MC to assure him that his insecurities were just that. Insecurities.

“Of course. Are you ready to finish getting ready?” He asked again. Levi finally looked up at MC with a small smile forming on his face and nodded. The human squeezed him once more in reassurance and finally let go so the two could finish getting in cosplay.

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The convention went amazingly! For the first time in who knows how long, Levi was in character and actually interacted with other cosplayers dressed as characters from other franchises the two recognized. There were even a few people they saw who looked suspiciously like his brothers and friends. It was weird. They bought a few things, had some greasy fried food, and took pictures with so many people; honestly, it was the most fun the two had in a while. There was an instance where someone asked to take a picture with them and asked which song was their favorite.

“Mine is I'll Make a Man Out of You!” MC said confidently and Levi nodded in agreement. Playing into the character, Levi spoke up.

“I sure made a man out of you, didn't I, Ping?” He asked jokingly. MC immediately knew just what to say in response.

“I mean, you definitely can, Shang.” MC winked. Levi was oblivious to MC’s tone indicating his hidden intention that the cosplayer picked up on and let out a small giggle. MC threw them a small wink that Levi saw and his face immediately went sour. Once the cosplayer walked away, Levi pulled MC close and wrapped his arm around him.

“I’m getting tired. Can we go back to the room?” Levi asked. He was obviously a bit envious of the other person giggling and receiving winks from his human; his Ping. Not theirs.

“If you’d like.” MC said and kissed the back of Levi’s hand. While the small gesture made Levi’s heart flutter a bit, it didn’t ease his bubbling envy. When the two got back to the room, Levi grabbed onto MC from behind and squeezed him in a hug. “Levi?”

“Don’t wink at other people, MC.” Levi mumbled against MC’s back. His tone was utterly adorable, and a bit whiny. It probably shouldn’t have, but it seemed to flip a switch in the human. He just had to tease him.

“Why not, love?” MC asked and held his hands in place effectively trapping him. Levi’s eyes widened and his face started to tint with blush.

“B-because you came here with me! You don’t even know them.” Levi replied, his jealousy becoming clearer by the minute.

“I can understand that.” MC started before pulling him towards one of the beds. “So, would you prefer I only wink at you?” MC asked before maneuvering the purple haired man in front of himself so he was properly hugging him. The human looked and saw how Levi’s face lit up red. MC thought he looked so cute blushing in his arms, he couldn’t help but kiss his forehead.

“AH! What was that for?!” Levi asked. MC guided him to sit on the bed with him then pulled him into his lap sideways, his face burned hotter.

“Better than a wink, right?” MC asked.

“I-” Levi started and mumbled something incoherently into MC’s shoulder.

“What was that? You know you can tell me anything, Player 1.” MC assured. That was another nickname that really made his stomach flutter. At this point, Levi was getting overwhelmed. He hid his face deeper in MC’s shoulder and couldn’t think straight anymore. He couldn’t help but say exactly what he already said.

“I- I want an apology…” Levi said. MC loved when he spoke his mind.

“I’m sorry, Love. May I kiss you to show that I meant it?” MC asked, still looking at the demon. His face shot up, eyes wide and skin red in embarrassment. It took him a moment to realize how close he was to MC’s face already. His mind went blank, and his eyes fell to MC’s lips; they were so close to his, but he knew he couldn’t make a move. He was frozen in place. MC on the other hand waited patiently for his brain to stop lagging like a 30-year-old computer.

“I- Y- yeah okay.” Levi spoke. MC let a small smile spread across his face and his eyes lidded.

“I need a yes or no love.” MC said and cupped his face with one hand. Levi’s blush spread to his ears and he averted his eyes before speaking.

“Yes. Y-you can kiss me.” Levi said in a low voice. His tone was almost as embarrassed as his tinted cheeks. MC leaned in for a sweet kiss. Levi almost instinctively threw his arms around MC’s neck, and accidentally let out a small moan when MC's hand moved from his cheek to his chin out of light bliss. The human let out a small breathy chuckle as he broke the kiss.

“Are you okay?” He asked knowingly. It took a moment for Levi to realize what happened, but when he did, his calm face reverted back to one of embarrassment. He cringed and tried to hide his face but MC's hand stopped him, and he repeated the question. “Are you okay, Levi?”

“N-no! I ruined the moment by being weird! You probably don't want to kiss me anymore! I’m sorry.” Levi ranted in a rush. MC just looked at him with a sympathetic look before smiling gently and kissing him on the tip of his nose.

“Honey, you making a noise won’t make me want to stop kissing you. It was cute and it makes me want to kiss you more, honestly.” MC said and squeezed his thigh close to his hip. The gesture caused butterflies to stir in Levi’s lower stomach and he squirmed a bit. He looked so cute with his face burning and MC wanted him. He wanted Levi so bad, he was willing to risk it all.

“R-really?” Levi asked genuinely. MC helped Levi turn so he was sitting on his lap facing the human. His knees were on either side of MC’s hips and MC pulled him close. He mumbled out a ‘yeah’ and began kissing Levi’s neck. The purple haired demon’s mouth fell open in a silent moan. MC’s hands found their way to Levi’s lower back for support over his cosplay. Levi’s skin burned under MC’s lips and his breath shuttered with every kiss. The human felt Levi scoot his hips away from MC and his skin seemed to burn even worse.

“Levi,” MC started between wet kisses. He pulled back and looked at Levi’s red face. “Will you do something for me, Love?” Levi nodded, his eyes fluttering open. “Let’s get comfy?” MC suggested. Levi was in an almost trance like state as his mind was practically blank. “Would you like me to help you, baby?” Levi’s stomach flipped and his conscious thinking seemed to come back as just the thought of MC doing something so intimate made his cheeks burn and his eyes widened. Despite this, he still nodded his head before speaking.

“Yes, MC.” The human stood him up and helped him strip down to just his pants he had on under the cosplay and his t-shirt. Then MC did the same for himself. Once done, he made Levi sit so both of his legs were on either side of one of MC's. He knew it would be… helpful very soon. MC’s hands went back to their place on Levi’s lower back as he pulled the demon closer. He put his face mere centimeters away from Levi’s; their hot breaths fanning over each other’s lips. Levi’s eyes were low and stuck on MC’s lips while MC’s raked over his pretty face.

“You wanna kiss me so bad, don’t you, baby?” MC asked in a low voice. He gripped Levi’s waist just a bit harder to see how he would react; his eyes seemed to darken as he wordlessly nodded his head. “Go on, then.” MC commanded. It’s like he was waiting for permission, because as soon as the words left the human’s mouth, Levi’s lips all but crashed into MC’s with a small moan. MC pulled him impossibly closer and felt his cocks twitch against his thigh. MC adjusted Levi so that his thigh was rubbing right on MC’s crotch. Levi gripped onto MC’s shoulders and started grinding harder, his two cocks now fully erect and leaving a small gap in the waistband exposing the tips. Using one hand, MC began to palm him over his pants right where the waistband exposed him; he started to kiss and lick and nip down Levi’s neck. He tried to bite back his moans by biting his bottom lip, but his brains were already so mushy, biting his lip did nothing but make little beads of drool leak from the side of his mouth. MC gently bit Levi’s neck right under his jaw which caused him to jerk his hips forward and moan through grit teeth.

“You’re so hard, baby.” MC said against his neck. As if something flipped within the third born, he pushed MC back so that he was on top of him. MC smirked up at him and let him kiss his lips. He really thought he was gonna take charge? Yeah, okay. Levi pulled back after a moment and MC took that opportunity to speak.

“It’s cute you thought you could take charge, Leviachan.” MC’s tone was low and seductive, and made Levi’s face burn a bright, pretty, crimson. He froze in seeming realization of what he was doing, and MC took the chance to flip the situation. Literally. The human rolled the two of them so that Levi was now laying on his back and MC was kneeling over him with one leg tucked snugly in his crotch. He leaned down to kiss Levi; his tongue finding its way in the demon’s mouth, relishing the feeling of Levi’s forked tongue against his own.

The more the two kissed, the more Levi absentmindedly grinded against MC’s leg, becoming more and more needy. The feeling of his bated breath and hard cocks on MC’s body turned him on more and more as the seconds turned to minutes. After a bit, MC pulled away from his lips and moved up Levi’s body so that he was practically sitting on the demon's chest and his legs were pinning Levi’s arms to the bed.

“I bet you'd just love to show me how envious you can get, wouldn't you?” MC asked. Levi’s eyes darkened more, and he swallowed hard before nodding his head and trying to make eye contact. A lustful smirk spread across MC’s face as he touched Levi’s face gently; his thumb glided across the demon’s cheek, then landed on his bottom lip, teasingly pressing down on the soft skin before taking it away. MC smirked and pressed his covered bulge into Levi's mouth. Immediately, the horny demon put his mouth to work, slowly soaking the front of the thin pants and eventually underwear MC was wearing.

MC rocked slowly and let out low moans as all he could feel was heat, the wetness from Levi's mouth, and the ever persistent lapping of Levi's tongue. As both of their rational thought faded away, they were left in a world of only each other. "You're so fucking cute, Levi." MC complemented as he reached back and started slowly stroking one of Levi's dicks. The sensation mixed with the praise was almost too much for Levi to handle and without realizing, he transformed into his demon form. Unable to take the lack of contact, MC pulled his dick out and shoved it in Levi's mouth. It took Levi by surprise, but he somehow kept his cool.

Levi started bobbing his head and running his forked tongue all over the hard cock in his mouth. Both of them moaned in pleasure, but MC seemed to be insatiable; he pulled out of Levi's mouth and got up pulling Levi with him. With feverish and needy kisses, MC stripped Levi of the rest of his clothes and told him to lay on his stomach on the bed while he took his own off. Once in the nude, MC bent down to capture Levi's lips in a deep but brief kiss, before standing back up and putting his cock back in Levi's mouth. His hands found the back of Levi's head, and he started thrusting into the demon's mouth. MC threw his head back when he pushed so far into Levi's mouth that he gagged a bit. The human looked down to check on him, and Levi was looking right back up at him through his pretty eyelashes.

"Fuck, Levi. You keep looking so pretty, and I'm gonna have to fuck you." MC half teased. Levi's eyes lit up and his cheeks tinted more than they already were. "Someone looks like they want to be fucked," MC said in a slightly more playful tone. Unable, or unwilling to stop sucking, Levi nodded his head, still looking at MC. The sight was absolutely gorgeous, but felt so lewd all at the same time. With one hand, feather light, MC ran his fingertips across Levi's face, into his hair, and barely touched his horns. The lightness of the touch made him shiver and moan lightly around MC's cock. The human pulled out of the demon's mouth and walked over to one of his bags. Absentmindedly, Levi watched intently as MC pulled out a small container of Vaseline and make his way back to the bed.

"What's that?" Levi asked curiously.

"For all intents and purposes? Lube." The human answered with a mischevious grin spread across his face. It took a second for it to register in Levi's melted brain, but when it did, his face burned bright and a look of embarrassment overtook his previous contented lust filled one. MC immediately caught the change and turned his full attention to the purple haired man blushing on the bed. "We won't do anything you're not 100% about. Just tell me if you get overwhelmed or want to stop, okay, Love?" MC assured.

"Thank you, MC. I do want you to... um... fuck me, though." Levi stumbled over his words seemingly regaining his ability to think. MC smiled and got on the bed behind Levi and guided him onto his knees; taking his time, the human kissed down the back of Levi's neck before getting an idea.

"Give me one more second, baby." MC said between kisses, then got up and moved the standing mirror from the corner to in front of the bed. He sat back behind Levi, and let his hands run all over Levi's body. As he kissed Levi's neck and jaw, he peaked in the mirror and saw Levi's pretty eyes heavily lidded, his face contorted in pleasure along with the pretty scars decorating his skin. One of the human's hands found the demon's delicate waist, while the other slowly traced a few of the scars painting his chest on its way to gently rest on his throat. The feeling of MC's hand made Levi moan lowly and his cocks twitch with anticipation.

MC guided Levi to his hands and knees before putting some of the Vaseline on both his dick and the demon's asshole. "Are you ready, Levi?" MC asked making absolutely certain that he actually wanted this. His cheeks tinted and he let out a "yes sir" in a tone MC had never heard him use before; it was dripping with lust, and it only made the human want him even more.

The human put one hand on the demon's waist and lined himself up with Levi's hole; slowly and gently he pushed in eliciting a drawn out, high pitched moan, his hands gripping the sheets, and his face falling onto the bed in front of him. Such a big reaction from so little.

"You okay, baby?" MC asked rubbing his back to make sure he's comfortable.

"F-fuck... ssssoo good." He stuttered out in muffled response. The man chuckled lightly and leaned down to kiss Levi's back a few times, before moving his hips again. He started slow, savoring every inch of the tight hole wrapped around his hard cock. He pushed completely in, then pulled out until just his tip was left inside. Slowly yet constantly, MC thrusted into the demon under him; first completely in, then out, then halfway in, then out to the tip, then in completely once more. He did that over and over, moving slowly, holding himself back from ravishing Levi completely. The human's fingers dug into Levi's hips, while the demon's gripped the fabric covering the bed.

"Holy shit, you're so good. You look so fucking good with your ass in the air." MC praised in between moans. Levi hummed in response and peeked in the mirror taking in the sight of MC behind him; sweat was starting to form on MC's body as he gripped Levi's hips and his eyes hungrily raked over Levi's back and ass. The whole thing would have overwhelmed Levi if he wasn't so turned on by MC's intensity.

"F-faster. Please," Levi moaned out and slipped a hand under his body. Needily, he started tugging at one of his cocks as his tail wrapped around MC's thigh possessively. The human finally let go of his restraint and started to speed up. In and out, in and out, faster, harder, nails dug into sheets and skin, sweat glistened on skin, and moans filled the air. MC railed Levi into the mattress as his moans dissolved into breathless whimpers until MC let up. His hips slowed, and he leaned down pushing all the way in Levi's ass.

"Hmm, I wanna fuck you against the wall. Would you like that?" MC rushed out between pants. Levi, also panting and barely fighting the urge to move his own hips, nodded.

"Please, oh my Diavolo, yes!" He whined out. MC chuckled and kissed and bit the demon's lower neck, as Levi started making small movements with his hips. After thoroughly biting up Levi's neck and licking up the salty sweat wherever his mouth touched, he gently pulled Levi's hair to make him look in the mirror. The scene simultaneously made them harder - if that was possible - and Levi's face flush the prettiest shade of cherry. MC loomed over the pale demon, as they both lie on the bed flushed, covered in sweat, with lust-filled eyes.

The human grinned deviously before getting off of the bed and guiding the demon to a wall. Levi stood facing the wall waiting for MC's hands on him as his body was so close he could feel the heat radiating off of him and his eyes burning new scars on his skin; however, they didn't come. Instead, MC's voice spoke softly right next to his ear. His voice was low and soft, his hot breath fanned over the blushing demon's neck and ear.

"Turn around, I want to see your pretty face when I fuck you, baby." MC said. An almost inaudible moan bubbled up from Levi's stomach along with whatever Hell's equivalent to butterflies was. The demon turned and the human gently ran his thumb on Levi's face before pulling him in for a kiss. While kissing him, MC grabbed Levi by his thighs and lifted him like he weighed nothing and pinned him against the wall and his body. Levi wrapped his tail around MC's waist to pull him impossibly closer as the human lined up with Levi's asshole once more and began fucking him against the wall. Levi's face returned to one of pleasure as moans bubbled up from the feeling of being stretched out by his favorite human.

Levi's head was turned away from MC and his arms were wrapped around the human's shoulders. MC moved one hand from under one of Levi's thighs and took both of his cocks began to stroke them. The sensation made him sharply inhale, his eyes roll back, and his mouth fall open with a loud moan. His head tilted backwards in pure ecstasy; MC took advantage of this and began kissing and biting Levi's neck and collar bones. As MC worked his magic on purple haired demon's body, his moans and whimpers became more frantic.

"M-MC," Levi whined in a tone so needy that the sound alone made MC moan in response. "P-player twooo, I-I'm-" Levi struggled to get his words out, but MC knew exactly what he was trying to say and kissed him quiet before going back to using his neck as a chew toy.

"I know, baby. I know. Go ahead." MC said between soft bites. He knew demons most likely had a higher pain tolerance than humans, but that didn't matter in a moment so filled with lust and love like this one. MC bit a red spot on Levi's neck he had previously sucked raw and the perfect mix of a dick in his ass, MC's hands working his cocks, and the sweet pain of the hickey being bitten, made the demon's hips jerk as he came all over MC's hand and their torsos.

"F-f-f... uck! MC!!" He moaned between whimpers and whines as MC slowed the pace of his thrusts and hand to fucus on deep, slow, and ecstasy inducing movements. Levi's nails dug into the human's shoulders leaving red marks in their wake and turning on MC even more.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum." MC moaned against Levi's skin before tipping over the edge and cumming inside of him. MC's knees locked in place so he didn't fall or drop Levi as the two finished riding out their orgasms together. As they caught their breath, the two shared a sweet, loving kiss.

The human let his demon down and helped him to the room's bathroom to draw them a warm bath while giving him little praises. They helped each other clean up, and continuously stole little kisses and giggles. They ended their day ordering food to their room and cuddling while watching the very movie that got them into this place in the first place. About halfway through the movie, MC looked over and saw Levi sleeping peacefully. He smiled and took a picture of the two of them, before kissing the top of his pretty hair, and pulling him close, and falling asleep with his Player One.

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GAH DAMN sorry I made y'all wait like 6 months for this. I went through a fuck ton of shit both good and bad but it's here and most likely the longest one shot I've written. Hope y'all enjoyed <3

#obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me smut #obey me levi x mc #obey me levi smut #obey me mc #obey me m!mc #obey me male mc #obey me oneshot

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musicfashionmonsters · 4 months ago

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Love Should've Brought You Home

Random short based off of a JH story I'm free styling writing. It has nothing to do with the story itself, though some facts from the latter may present themselves.

Warning: Angst ahead

Synopsis: Jack is engaged to his former high school girlfriend Simone after they reconnected and began dating in their adult years. As the stress of their careers, wedding planning and their relationship weighs heavy on them, Jack begins a five month affair with a woman he met at a party. Growing tired of lying and sneaking around, he decides to tell Simone everything.

Main Cast: Jack Harlow and Jourdan Riane (as Simone)

Cameos: None

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Jack laid back in the comfortable California king bed staring up at the ceiling as Stacey laid asleep next to him. He looked over at her, though his mind was elsewhere. He thought about Simone, his fiancee of a year and a half and the only woman to have gotten him near the full point of marriage.

The two of them had known each other since they were 14 years old and dated from ages 15 to 17. They'd broken up months before graduation due to their differences in plans and Jack's acceptance of gaining attention from other girls. She wanted to pursue a degree while he wanted to chase his rap career. Though the two supported each other's dreams and remained faithful to each other, the relationship didn't last.

Others thought they would be the high school sweethearts that stayed together through college age and eventually get married and have kids. The two of them secretly thought that as well.

Simone Le'vine was the name she was given at birth and what the world knew her as, but he knew her as Monie. A Louisville native of both French and Haitian decent with the brains, beauty and spirit to match. Hypnotizing brown eyes, brown skin, beautiful naturally curly hair that he liked to run his fingers through when it wasn't in a protective style, long legs with thick thighs and an ass he loved to grasp in his palms. She'd earned her degree in both business and psychology while in college, though she became a model due to being discovered shortly before her graduation.

She had been on nearly every famous magazine cover known in and outside of the US and even walked a few runways. Though her height was only 5'7, designers were mesmerized by her with every step she'd take.

The two of them reconnected at the 2022 Met Gala with plenty of hostility from her end which he understood. A civil conversation between them eventually took place and they renewed their friendship, though Jack knew he wanted her back. Simone wanted him back as well, but didn't want to come off so eager. Which she wasn't.

They'd gotten back together and things had been great the past three years. Until Stacey came along.

He'd met Stacey at an awards after party nearly five months ago and the two had been sneaking around ever since. She met her around the time that he and Simone had been bickering and having petty arguments back and forth. It didn't help that Simone had a male friend that she was close with who was also in the industry she was in. The guy rarely hid his desire for her or the fact he wanted her to be with him instead of Jack.

It pissed him off more when he would comment on every photo she would post or the photos he would take with her, alluding to there being something more between them. Sometimes he wondered if there was.

He looked over at Stacey's sleeping figure once more, shaking his head to himself. She wasn't even half of what Simone was and he began to think with his head up top instead of down below.

He needed to come clean with his woman and stop whatever he had with Stacey.

He flipped back the covers and got out of the bed to put his clothes on. As he dressed himself, Stacey turned over, her eyes fluttering open as she looked at him.

"Leaving so soon?" She asked in her sleepy voice.

"Honestly, I should've left sooner." He admitted honestly and grabbed his New Balance sneakers, "Look, I might as well go ahead and tell you now. This is the last time we're gonna see each other."

Stacey immediately sat up, covering herself with the comforter.

"What? Why? Did I do something wrong?" She asked him, concern laced in her tone.

"It's not you that did something wrong, it's me. I should've never started this...thing with you. I have a woman waiting for me at home that I love and I'm here with you. This should never have happened." He shook his head, slipping on his sneakers.

"Wait, Jack. Just wait. What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that what you and me had is done. I'm going home to my woman and I'm telling her everything that's been happening."

Stacey scoffed and chuckled humorlessly, "And you really think it's that easy? You think she's gonna just welcome you with open arms? From what you've been telling me, she never has welcomed you with open arms."

"You know nothing about her or the history we have." He defended, "That woman knows me better than anybody else and look at what I'm doing to her. It took a while for me to get her back and this is how I treat her. I'm going back where I belong and you and me are done."

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, leaning back against the headboard.

"Fine, do whatever. When she kicks you out of the house and breaks up with you, don't come crawling back to me."

"Believe me...I won't. Made the mistake of crawling to you once, a second time is not needed to remind me."

He grabbed his phone, keys and wallet and walked out of the bedroom towards the front door. He left, got into his car and immediately started the engine before pulling out of the driveway.

When he arrived back to Simone's house in the last night hour, he used his key and carefully the front door, quietly closing it behind him. He tiptoed through the spacious entryway, making sure not to make too much noise.

Suddenly, the lights in the living room came on and he looked to see Simone sitting on the large sectional with her arms crossed. If looks could kill, he would be a dead man.

"Studio session must've ran late, huh?" She questioned him, the look of anger swirling in her eyes.

Jack rubbed the back of his neck and walked closer towards her, "Yeah, about that...um, I wasn't at the studio."

"No, really? I had no idea." She expressed in fake shock, tilting her head.

"Cut the sarcasm, Monie."

"You don't get to tell me that. I don't wanna hear shit from you except her name. Who is she?" She badgered him.

He sighed and looked down at his feet.

"Her name is Stacey." He confessed.

"And how long have you been seeing her?"

The guilt began to sit in more and he sighed a second time.

"Five months." He mumbled.

Simone chuckled humorlessly, pinching the bridge of her nose and bit her bottom lip as she attempted to suppress her rage before directing her attention back to him.

"Five months? Five MONTHS?!" She exclaimed, standing up from the couch. "We're supposed to get married in six months and you've been sleeping around on me with some random bitch?!"

"I know, I know! I'm sorry! You and I were arguing so much back and forth and neither one of us wanted to listen to each other. I met her at an after party and she just-"

"Distracted you from the problems we had when you should've been talking to the main one you have the problems with?" She finished his sentence, crossing her arms.

"Baby, princess...I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did it, I really don't. I know I should've been thinking with my head up top and I should've talked to you first instead of letting her come between us. I don't want her. I even told her I'd come clean to you and I broke things off with her because I couldn't live with doing that to you."

"Clearly, you could live with it. You made it five months, what's a lifetime?"

She scoffed deeply and pushed past him, marching up the stairs to the bedroom. He was hot on her trails, following her upstairs and watched as she grabbed a suitcase from the walk-in closet.

"I know I fucked up, there's no excuse for it. I was wrong and I'll do whatever to make this right. Just please give me another chance." He begged her.

Simone remained quiet as she packed some clothes and other belongings into the suitcase.

"Come on, baby. Why are you packing a suitcase? Where are you going?" He asked, keeping his eyes onto her.

She chuckled humorlessly again and looked at him.

"I'm not going anywhere. See, I don't know if you forgot, but I paid for this house and I pay for the bills that go with it." She reminded him and pointed at the suitcase, "These are your things."

"Baby, please don't. I don't want her, I don't need her and I don't even love her! I love you!" He expressed desperately.

"You love me?! You love me, huh?! Is this how you treat somebody you love?! Sneaking around and fucking some other bitch behind my back?! Lying to me for months?! If that's your idea of "love", I don't fucking want it! Love should've brought your ass home to me instead of her for the past five months!" She raged, angrily zipping up the suitcase.

Tears filled both of their eyes as she took the suitcase off of the bed and placed it in front of him.

"That should be everything. Anything else, I'll have it sent to you."

"Princess, I don't want this. I don't want to be without you. I don't want anybody else, I want you. I want you forever. Let me know what I can do to make this right. I swear I'll do anything." He pleaded, cupping her cheeks into his palms.

"You know what you can do?" She caressed his cheek.

"I'll do anything. You name it."

All of a sudden, Simone reached back and slapped him as hard as she could. Jack stumbled back slightly and held his reddened cheek, looking at her sorrowfully.

"You can take the suitcase and get the fuck out of my house. I don't want to see you right now, if at all." She spoke calmly, her voice trembling in anger and betrayal.

"Princess..."

"Get out, Thomas. NOW." She demanded.

They always used each other's middle names whenever a situation at hand was not one to be taken lightly. It was also a way to show just how upset one or the other truly was by something that was done or said.

Knowing there was no changing her mind, Jack grabbed the suitcase and began walking out of the bedroom.

"Oh, I just remembered. You did forget something." She spoke up.

She reached for the seven carat engagement ring on her finger and threw it at him. It bounced off of his chest and he looked down at it, feeling more tears fill his eyes. He grabbed the ring off of the floor and looked at her as the tears fell down her face.

A burned memory that he'd never forget. He had no one to blame for it but himself. Usually, he'd be the one wiping her tears from someone else causing her harm. Now, the cause of her tears were on his hands.

Not another word was said as he held the suitcase in his hand and walked down the stairs and out of the door.

If she never wanted to see him again, he knew she would've been well within her rights. He did the one thing he promised he wouldn't do ever when they got back together.

He broke her heart and her trust.

#jack harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow angst #jack harlow x black FL #bwwm fanfic

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usopps-devotee · 2 years ago

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Wait but

Pasties shaped like whichever OP sweetheart you want’s personal Jolly Roger. Ex: Give everyone’s favorite sniper a simultaneous ego boost and heart attack by flashing him his own sigil — pasted on the boobies he loves so much! 🤯

Banger idea, I was gonna make this a smut hc, but smut has been killing me. I plan on making a pt2 to this one day, tho.

Tags: implied nsfw, readers tits are out, no pronouns or gender specified but afab implied,

Usopp

Someone please help this poor baby

He can not handle himself

Also worried about the process of making them, he wants to make sure he's the only one who has seen them

He's only a little upset that he's not

You'll have to do it in the workshop

Had a moment of pure shock before reaching out to grab you

The way his hands study and caress your body shaking from the slightest touch

High key worried about how cold you are

Sneaking into his workshop was easy. When usopp is focused, he tends not to pay attention to his surroundings. He doesn't hear the sound of you opening the door and walking over to him, nor does he hear the sound of your shirt dropping to the floor, the sniper only notices your presence when your practically bare chest is against his back. He'll let out a startled yelp whipping around to see the love of his life only for his jaw to drop. To say he was gawking would be an understatement. For a good 30 seconds, there is nothing in Usopp's head other than processing the breathtaking sight in front of him. "Where did you get them?" His voice is hardly above a whisper as his hands trail the underside of your breast. "Made them just for you." He nodded as his thumbs down to your sides, gripping your hips the sniper lifts you up on to his work bench. "Who's seen them?" You chuckle at this question. His possessive nature is something you've always found cute. Always make sure you belong to him alone. "Robin, she helped with placement." He sighs slightly jealous as his hands move to your thighs, creating goosebumps along your skin. "Are you cold? Wait, where is your shirt? Do not tell me you walked all the way here shirtless!?" You throw your head back with laughter at the idea of walking around the ship tits out for all to see while pointing out the lump of fabric that laid a few feet away from the door.

Buggy

FLUSTERED

Scatters like bowling pins due to pure shock

Hesitant to touch, you're a work of art to him, and he really doesn't want them off

His hands will wander everywhere, BUT you're chest at first. He wants to take his time with this gift

The second your robe is off, he's already muttering how you're too good for him

Lots of thoughts running through his head NONE of which are coherent

Now might not have been the best time to bother your captain, but you're feeling a bit neglected and starved for attention. What better way is there to get what you want than to put on a show for the clown. Buggy had been below deck working to improve the explosive power of his buggy balls. He almost looked like a real chemist, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he mixed chemicals into compounds You called out his name, voice laces with silk and honey as you made your way into the pirate's field of view. "Buggy baby, I've got a surprise for you." His eyes trail up your body as you let your robe slide from your shoulders, setting your chest free from its fabric confines. While you're expecting an explosion, thinking it would be the highly reactive substances in his hands and not buggy himself. Regardless, you've got his attention now as his disembodied hands put everything in its proper place his eyes don't leave your chest, other body parts slowly make their way over to you and piece himself back together. "Show stopping" was the only thing muttered under his breath. You giggle, dropping the robe you had on revealing the rest of your bare skin and a blue lace thong. Free from the gloves, his hands start on your waist, groping the skin at your sides and tummy, hypnotized by the red nose of the jolly roger covering your areolas. "You're too good to me, treasure."

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xcaptain-winterx · 2 years ago

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Shiny Tree

dad!lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: Lloyd decides to show junior their big Christmas tree

warnings: fluff, baby, swearing, Lloyd

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

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Lloyd has never been a fan of Christmas, there’s music 24/7, stores are full of people buying stuff for their family, old men dressed up as Santa begging for money. Everybody is acting all nice, smiling during Christmas dinner with their family, all for gifts. The parents gift their kids toy cars, dolls, pets and fucking Christmas sweaters that you will never wear. He never had something like that, no one ever gifted him something when he was a kid, never. Every families were celebrating Christmas and got a tree while he sat alone in his room. Lloyd had to see all these happy families, wishing he was part of them. Once he grew up and started his business he made sure to ban everything that has to do with Christmas, no Christmas stuff will get near him. All that changed though, when he met sunshine.

The first Christmas together, sunshine gifted him a painting of the sunset in Paris where Lloyd took her for their first date. She did it for him, she took her time painting it with every single detail, just for him. In this moment he realized that he needs to propose sooner than he had already planned.

This Christmas will be especially special because it’s LJs first one, Lloyd made sure that everything is perfect, but it seems that LJ is only interested in one thing.

“Look, that’s our Christmas tree”, Lloyd says as he walks in the big living room with high ceilings, holding LJ. The huge tree decorated with gold and green ornaments stood tall at 16 feet compared to the 22 feet walls of the mansion. There was no way to overlook it. “Made sure that its perfect” he speaks, looking at the tree before turning around, on his way to show his son the rest of the decorated mansion.

A whine and some quite hard kicks stop him “hey, remember we don’t hit daddy”, LJ doesn’t stop though, even letting go of Mr. Mustache to continue kicking his dads stomach and chest. “LJ” Lloyd says in a stern voice, giving his son a glare, “stop that or I put you down for a nap”, he picks Mr. Mustache up and puts him under his arm. LJ turns his head to the tree, letting out a high pitch scream, “Mister, my patience is running thin, stop it, this is my last warning”. Lloyd doesn’t understand what’s making his son throw a tantrum. Maybe LJ is starting to show his dads genes.

He looks at his dad with a scrunched expression . Lloyd sees that and sighs “Don’t, son”, that’s all it takes for LJ to start screaming at the top of his lungs. LJ trashes around in Lloyds arms, tears escaping his eyes, wanting to look at the tree again.

“WHAT IS WRONG”, Lloyd is so done at this point but he’s still trying to stay calm. LJ reaches up to his face and pulls on his dads mustache. “AHHHH LLOYD JUNIOR”, Lloyd tries to pull his hand away, which only results in LJ pulling harder. Baby fists are stronger than anything else.

LJ pulls his fist in the direction again, Lloyds face following, “you got to fudging kidding me, the tree?”. He just almost got his mustache pulled out because of this tree. Taking a deep breath he remembers it’s the Christmas season, he needs to stay calm, it’s Juniors first Christmas.

“Ok, if you let daddy’s mustache go we can go back to the tree, deal?”, LJ may not understand everything but whatever his dad is saying sound like it’s a good thing. He lets go of his dads mustache and claps in his hands. Lloyd turns LJ, so that his small back is against Lloyds chest, facing the tree. He walks over to the big tree, making sure that Mr. Mustache is still secured under his arms. His sons eyes go wide when they get closer to the tree, the shiny lights almost hypnotizing him. Lloyd is now directly in front of the tree, so that his son can touch it. LJ reaches for the lights, touching them and looking at how the light can disappear in his hands when he closes his fist. It’s funny how LJ like the lights more than about 89% of all the toys that he owns.

Lloyd looks at his sons face, seeing the Christmas lights making his sons eyes sparkle, “do you like the tree, I know it’s shiny, right?” he says, not taking his eyes away from his son. LJ smiles and looks away from the lights when something else spicks his interest, the gold ornaments. Lloyd sees that and carefully brings LJ a bit closer to the ornament his son been eyeing.

“Careful, junior” Lloyd says, when LJ touches the ornament.

He knows that the ornaments are quite heavy because he obviously made sure that they are real gold ornaments, so he puts one of his hands under the ornament to support it.

The more he looks at the tree the more he realizes that something is missing, every year they had a ‘classic’ Christmas tree with no special ornaments but this year is different, he’s now a parent. The tree needs something….cute.

He looks at his son again, thinking what he would like. His son likes for his few months of existing already some things, lights, mama, Mr. Mustache, dropping stuff, music boxes, food- he can put candy canes in it!

LJ is definitely not allowed and able to eat them yet but it’s something that’s cute.

He calls for the staff and not five seconds later they arrive, “get green candy canes and put them in the tree”

“Oh, uhm, are you sure?”

Lloyd looks at them, “Yes, I’m fucking sure that I want some in the tree”

“It’s just that it took almost a day to get this tree decorated and putting the candy canes in would take-“

“Get some fucking candy canes before I hang you up the fireplace and don’t drop any ornaments while you put them on!” Lloyd demands, trying to not lose his temper in front of his son, though, LJ doesn’t even seem to care whatever is going on.

“Yes, s-sir, we get some a-and won’t drop something” the staff says before running away. Lloyd can’t believe that the fucking staff just told him that they don’t want to do it because they don’t want to work, it’s their job to work. They will definitely not be at home during Christmas.

A evil smirk appears on his face, making him look like the Grinch. Lloyd looks down at his son, “Junior, do you want the staff to get in trouble?” he says in a dorky voice, knowing that LJ will want it, just because his voice sounds funny. LJ claps in his hands, smiling from ear to ear.

Lloyd stops supporting the ornament, which he did for safety so that the ornament doesn’t fall, and says “throw it”

Without Lloyd supporting the ornaments LJ finally has the ability to touch the shiny thing without something stopping him.

It doesn’t take long before the ornament drops and shatters into pieces. Junior looks up at his dad, scared that he did something wrong.

Lloyd makes a funny expression that says ‘oh no’ in a mocking way, “Looks like the staff is in big trouble now.” he kisses his forehead before smiling “We should drop some more, so that the staff gets in more trouble”LJ gives his dad a smile when Lloyd takes an ornament and drops it.

“Don’t worry, mini me, we will get even more shiny ornaments to put in the tree”

#chris evans #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen #dad!lloyd hansen #the gray man lloyd #chris evans character x reader #chris evans character #chris evans character fanfiction #daddy sociopath

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fightme365 · 3 months ago

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I'm dating you, not them. (Monogamous Female Reader x Yandere Poly Bakusquad) part 1?

Y/n meet Mina Ashido when she was 18 and she interned at the pro hero agency that 20 year old, at the time, Mina had just started working at. Y/n was immediately taken with the pink haired and skinned woman. There was something about her the instantly drew Y/n in. However Y/n at first did not act on her attraction to Ashido for two reason.

She was a high school intern at the agency she worked as a pro hero.

Y/n knew that Mina was already in a happy poly relationship with 5 other people and while Y/n was not interested in being with them as well, only Mina.

So Y/n kept her mouth shut for two years and settled for only being friends with her. However as time wore on it got harder and harder for her to keep her feelings at bay. Eventually when they were drinking by themselves after work together she drank far to much and more then Mina, she ended up drunkenly confessing to the pink woman.

The next more she woke in bed cuddled up with Mina and no memory of her confession until Mina told her. She blushed and tried to play it off at first. "Hehe. Sorry. I can't control what I say when I'm drunk off my ass.", said Y/n.

Mina pouted at her. "So you don't like me? What a shame because I always had a thing for you.", said the pinkette startling Y/n enough to cause her to fall off the bed.

Y/n immediately popped up though and starred at Mina in shock. Her mouth dropped open. "But... But you already have 5 partners and you never indicated you like me before. I mean I know you can love more them one person but I just thought you didn't see me that way. Plus I'm not into polyamory myself. I'm just monogamous.", said Y/n.

"That's fine. You don't have to be a poly as long as you don't mind me having other partners, and who knows? You might just change your mind, baby girl.", said Mina with a shrug while getting off the bed and crossing the room towards Y/n.

She backed Y/n against the wall and cupped her chin. "Don't you want to find where this attraction can go? I guarantee it will be fun.", said Mina. Y/n flushed. She found the pinkette's gold and black eyes so hypnotic that she ended up nodding without really thinking.

Mina kissed her then and the next two months were blissful to Y/n. Then she was officially introduced to Mina's other partners and they started pushing her boundaries immediately. They would show up at her home unannounced, flirt with her even though she stated she was not interested, barge in on her and Mina's dates, and sometimes touch Y/n inappropriately.

Mina let them and didn't care even when Y/n tried to talk to her about it. They would gaslight her when she tried to tell them to stop and it was not okay. It made her feel bad and like she was at fault. For a year and a half she put up with it because she thought that she loved Mina but then they pushed her to far and she snapped.

Y/n was cooking dinner for her and Mina. When she heard the door open and more the one person come inside while talking and laughing. She sighed and started adding more ingredients knowing she now need five more portions of everything and even if she complained about their presence they would just tell her she was overreacting.

She felt drained so she didn't even bother to call out and greet them. Five minutes later someone entered the kitchen and hugged from behind by the waist. At first she thought it was Mina as this person was a similar height but then she realized she felt no boobs pressed against her. It was not Mina she realized.

She stopped cooking and pulled herself away from them none to gently. She turned around to see it was Sero. Something in her broke in that moment. They had crossed far to many boundaries for her to be okay anymore. Her anger was spoiling over.

"Get out of my home. All of you. I want you out. I'm done. I can't take it anymore. I tired of having my boundaries cross.", she yelled as loud as she could. Sero step back a step in surprise and chatter from the living room stopped.

Y/n after a minute heard hurried foot steps coming towards the kitchen. She started screaming. "I said to get the fuck out. I want nothing to do with any of you. I want you all gone and the fuck away from me.", yelled Y/n as they stepped into the kitchen.

Mina was at the front of the group with Bakugou. "Baby gi...", she started in the tone she usually uses when she is about to gas light Y/n. The h/c female put up a hand though to stop her.

"Stop right there. Don't you baby girl me. I was talking to you too. I'm sick and tired of having my boundaries crossed by you all. I stated where I stand and you all do not respect that. I'm dating you, not them. I told you that repeatedly and you never listened. I've had enough. I'm through with you and I want you all out. Now.", said Y/n.

Mina looked pissed and so did everyone else. Bakugou stepped forward and grabbed Y/n by the shirt. He hoisted her off the ground and into the air so that she dangled. "You don't get to dictate that. We do. If we say your dating us all, then you are. Whether you agree to it or not.", he snarled in her face.

#Reader #Female Reader #Bnha #Yandere x reader #Poly #Polyamory #Monogamous #boku no hero academia #Bakusquad #Yandere Bakusquad #Yandere Bakusquad x Reader #mina ashido x reader #mina ashido x female reader

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misscammiedawn · 7 months ago

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what is your hypno origin story? (have you shared it before?)

Cobbled together from some old posts, as I couldn't find a definitive "this is our origin" post:

From our post on why we love Hypnotic Theory

My earliest days online I remember reading up on subliminal advertising techniques and going down a rabbit hole of "Painted Ice Cubes" and other such things which seemed too weird to be true.

From there I ended up reading Subliminal Seduction in my late teens out of curiosity and was kind of fascinated by the concepts at play. I was already well and truly fascinated with hypnosis but hypnosis was this magical spell that was cast by magicians. This psuedo-science of advertising execs promising that glimpses of sharks and phallus' would unlock the secrets to sales was my first and unfortunate step into understanding the theory behind it all.

Next step was of course M.K Ultra which is 100% a meme in today's hypnokink community and at best an aesthetic for serious torture-brainwashing play which is at a much higher level of anything than I'm really capable of. But it cited itself. Which got me looking into the history of Mesmer and Braid and then onto a bloke named Milton Erickson...

Archive.org had a lot of his stuff. In fact all of his stuff.

Between Erickson in my textbooks and Derren Brown on my television, right at the start of his career when the fascination of mentalism was still tied heavily to hypnosis (and early Derren Brown was a Fae and a bit of an ass XD) my earliest teachers were pretty bad at consent. Which lead to certain expectations of hypnosis which lead to me picking bad partners at the start of my career.

But Erickson's stuff compelled me.

Early 20s Camden used a lot of Ericksonian speech patterns in her play. Though back then she was only really hypnotizing people under compulsion and usually while hypnotized to channel or outright become a character.

The fact I read medical journals is the moment I knew this fascination had evolved into a life altering obsession. That this was my One Thing.

It was the studies of Erickson working on participants with amputated limbs to study the phantom limb theory that really got me to sit up and pay attention to the science behind it.

At this point of my life I'd been studying on surgeries being performed with hypnosis (a terrifying concept. When I have my surgery I will be hypnotized to go under for the anesthesia like a good girl) and I had seen EKG readings that proved that hypnosis changes the way that the brain scans.

Every step of my life I have leaned on evidence and proof and every step of my study into hypnosis taught me it was not fantasy. It was reality and the more I accepted that the better I was at both hypnotizing, free of doubt and insecurity, and being hypnotized, trusting it works.

I still struggle with that. A lot. Thinking I am just acting or following along. But the more I read the better I feel.

I got my certification at the age of 23. I am not a fan of George Kappas (his work is misogynistic to my eyes) but his school taught me for a year (one of my classmates and the person I studied with for my finals is actually another high profile member of the online hypnosis community) and taught me the most important lesson any school has ever taught me:

I ALREADY KNOW THIS.

I was 23 years old and knew as much as the instructors. That was a good feeling.

Also my classmate and I are still friends. We're not super close, but she and I are in contact. I spent some time with them at a recent hypnosis event. It means a lot to me that even though my name and gender changed, they still remember me.

In my 30s I moved on from academic hypnosis materials to community driven information. I have read Lee & Pynch's book on Amnesia, sleepingirl's Brainwashing and NLP books and of course Wiseguy's Mind Play. I've also taken Wiseguy's class, though didn't bother taking my final. Which was a good use of $1,200.

Every now and again Sleepyhead will show up and just put a book in my hand. I think her copy of The Encyclopedia of Stage Hypnotism has graduated into my copy of The Encyclopedia of Stage Hypnotism (Sleepy, you can have your books back at any time).

These days I am lazy and can't really read much. I'm studying therapy more than anything with my latest obsessions being Janina Fischer and Melissa Tiers; Tiers herself being a world class hypnotist that many of our top community members have spent big bucks to train under.

From our post on Truth Spells

My earliest hypno-fantasy was to have a hypnotherapist ask me if I was in love with someone (who I did not really have feelings for, but social pressure and all that jazz) and I kept that silly little 14 year old's dream in my heart.

From a set of Hypno Asks

1. How long have you been into hypnosis?

Since I was a teenager at least. I used to fantasize about hypnotherapists taking me deep and asking me the truth to questions which were too emotionally complex for me to untangle myself. I used to stare out of windows and think of pendulums and grandfather clocks. I got into the hypnosis community when I was about 19 via Yahoo Groups and kinda followed the growth and pilgramage from platform to platform.

I guess I did kind of get the therapist honesty thing happen to me one time, but that's another story and you'll have to ask for it specifically.

2. Describe your first experience with hypnosis

I remember when I was young I couldn't really move my computer or stretch audio cables, so I needed to make a little cot for myself in the corner of the room. I was awful in my early days. Just listened to files without care for my safety. I just wanted an escape. I bought 45 minute files. I recall one framed like a bank heist with pink mist seeping into the vault of my brain to change things. Predated Inception, even. I was always scared neighbors would hear so I put the speakers on the ground and pulled headphones in and just slept away. I had tons of rituals in the early days, scented candles, boiling baths, anything to try and make it work better. I was AMAZING at visualizing back in those days. I would just get absorbed in the fantasy.

My first interactive partner was an RP buddy on Yahoo Groups who became my first Master. He kept me for about 5 years. I adored him. Did everything he wanted. Even to my own detriment. He was an awful human. I am ashamed I followed him.

My first IRL session was with the woman I married. There was the golden glow of an American sunset pouring through her window as the heaviness of a 12 hour journey across the planet to see her was catching up with me. Her parents were going to drop me off at the hotel to sleep. She thought she could keep me there with her if I fell asleep. She stroked my brow. Cooed for me to just relax. I sank into her lap. It was pure peace and serenity. She tells me she snuck in our first kiss while I was under.

3. Are there any TV shows/movies/books you liked when you were younger that you think got you into hypnosis?

There was like a Magic Block on TV when I was growing up. Masked Magician SECRETS UNVEALED, Sabrina the Teenage Witch and The Hypnotic World of Paul McKenna. I watched every week and was fascinated. I loved magic as a child. But it was all the mystic allure and not real. At least until one of my mum's friends was telling her about being on the McKenna show, a show where they hypnotize people in the audience and do skits. British Broadcast Standards do not allow the airing of any hypnosis so they always made it seem secret and taboo, hidden behind a blurry screen and mum's friend had THE SECRETS. So I listened (she had a Pepsi that night so couldn't go on stage) and was just fascinated. It was not just real magic, it was something that could work on anyone. That real person who was in my life had witnessed it and could have "gone under". I remember my obsession was born in the childish awe of that story.

That should cover it, I believe.

#dawn asks #hypno asks #hypnokink

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tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land · 8 months ago

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you're the expert and i don't know how else to find out: there a lot of aus I've seen repeatedly on pixiv, and i can't tell if they're just very popular fan aus or inspired by things in canon: one where draluc is in a bunny ears+waiter outfit and ronaldo in a suit with glasses, then one where they're both missing an eye and everything looks more fighty. Where did these come from??

I don't know if I'm an expert, but I'll definitely share what I've learned!

I will disclose that most of the information I have is second-hand from other sources + my own interpretations. So please don't take anything I say as cold hard fact; i'm sure I'm getting a bunch of little details mixed up

The Bunny!Draluc and Glasses!Ronaldo one is based off Chapter 227, which is basically a retelling of a collection of fairytales, except it's Kyuushi, so silly things happen

Ronaldo in Glasses is based off the Japanese fairytale of Kintarou, a story about a guy who grew up in the wilderness among animals and nature, who is brought back into society to get an office job, and ends up using his new wealth and executive power to stop his company from tearing down the mountain that he grew up at.

Bunny!Draluc is based off the Tortoise and the Hare story, where Draluc is the hare and John is the tortoise. But instead of racing, Draluc just spends his time doting on John and gushing about how cute he is (As he should ^^)

There's not much canon information about them besides that, but I believe the Kintarou and Bunny AU got put together mainly cuz they appeared in the same chapter, and also that Bonnoki might have done some account-jack/white day tweets that paired them up?

The most common fanon interpretations I've seen of them (or at least my understanding/personal headcanon of it) are that Draluc works as a bunny in an establishment (wink wink) where one can pay the hosts for goods and services (wink wink), and the prices Draluc charges for his goods and services are extremely high, and most people can't afford him/don't wanna deal with him cuz he's kinda annoying lol. But not only can newly-rich wild man Kintarou!Ronaldo pay his outragous price, he will pay his outrageous price, and then some.

Ronaldo is very light-hearted, kinda simple-minded, and naive in this AU. Very much a person who grew up surrounded by animals and is now being subjected to the weirdness of human society, but he has taken a fancy to the vampire dressing up as a bunny. But since there's not a lot of canon info on this AU outside of the short sections in the chapter, there's a lot that's left up to personal interpretation. Above is just what i kinda tend to see the most

I'm assuming the "missing eyes" one you're talking about is the Inverse/Inverted AU. This one is also based on a chapter in the manga (chapter 189) where everyone except Draluc gets hypnotized by vampiric butterflies to essentially flip their personality.

So Ronaldo, who's typically very brash, rude, arrogant, and punch-first-ask-questions-later, is inverted to instead be very polite, soft-spoken, dainty, lady-like, and prefers to talk down opponents over tea and cakes rather than get violent (Though a lot of people including myself like to also headcanon that Inverse!Ronaldo is a sadist, though this has no canon basis other than the fact that Rona tends to showcase some very masochistic tendencies in canon, and so the inverse of that would be...)

I'm not sure if this is canon to the chapter or just super popular fanon, but because Inverse!Rona is so lady-like and shoujo-esque, Rona's referred to a lot by feminine pronouns

Draluc didn't get hypnotized in this chapter, and therefore did not get an inverted personality. However, sometime later, Bonnoki posted a couple of drawings of what Inverted!Draluc would look like, including white hair, a prosthetic eye, and a rapier sword. Fan interpretation writes Inverse!Draluc as more of an introvert than Canon!Dora; for the most part, he's still polite, but in an "honorable swordsman" kinda way; he's a little more brash, rude, and unafraid to get into a fight than he is in canon.

According to Bonnoki, Inverse!Draluc cannot truly exist because he violates the Dora Dora Compliance Rule, which basically states that no matter what timeline, world, or AU, Draluc must always be weak and die in no time. I'm assuming it's because of the scar over his eye and his fake eye that Bonnoki brought this up, because him having a scar would imply that he merely sustained injury instead of outright dying.

Speaking of Draluc's different colored eye/scar: as far as I'm aware, there's no canon event known that caused the eye trauma. Apparently, before more info was written for Inverse!Draluc, there was a good chunk of the fanbase that headcanoned that Inverse!Ronaldo removed one of their eyes to give to Draluc. But it was later confirmed that Draluc's eye is a prosthetic with ice powers

(which got me hmming and hawwing that maybe Northdin got something to do with that? Hmm? Hmmmmmmm? Maybe something bad happened during Draluc's apprenticeship and Northdin had to do what he could to save his student hmmmmmmm--)

Bonnoki states that Inverse!Draluc is just as weak as Canon!Draluc and can die/revive, but there was also something he said that stated that he has no regenerative powers, which kinda confuses me. A good chunk of the fandom, myself included, have kinda just.. ignored that "he's just as weak as canon" part lol. My personal headcanon is that while he is still pretty physically weak, Inverse!Draluc is wicked good at swordfighting and actually has a fairly good handle on his vampire abillties; but if he dies, he'll die for good.

I've read somewhere that Inverse!Draluc is supposed to be Draluc just cosplaying and that's why he's as weak as he is in canon despite everything pleading to the contrary, but I don't know if this is true or not.

Idk idk, I just have a lot of thoughts about Inverse; it's one of my favorites :>

And if the Inverse AU wasn't the one you were talking about with "missing eyes", then... i'm sorry, I'm afraid i don't know what you're referring to D: Maybe Uso?

Idk. I need to get to sleep now lol. I hope this helped!

#honestly I've found that the general rule of thumb with kyuushi aus is:#if you've seen a concept depicted more than once it's probably a semi-canon au created by bonnoki #or a theme of a kyuushi pop-up shop #the only exception i can think of to this rule is the actors au which is entirely fanon #the vampire dies in no time #kyuuketsuki sugu shinu #anonymous #ask #long post #as usual i'm writing this late at night minutes before going snork mimimi #so if any of the links don't work or whatnot please let me know

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livebeginning · 1 year ago

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Kastany's Raphael Prompt List

Hello! So, I have a ton of smutty ideas for Raphael, originally for my Pretty Little Pet fic, but I've come to realize that I don't have the time and energy to write all of them or fit them into my story.

So I'm releasing my ideas into the wild, hoping someone else will pick them up! If you use any of these, credit isn't necessary but appreciated, and of course I'd love to read your stories :) I'm Kastany on AO3, if you publish anywhere else tag or mention my tumblr main @deadending

Most of these prompts are made with sub!Raphael and my male OC Mio in mind, but obviously you can substitute your own OC, Tav, reader or maybe even another character, like Haarlep. Speaking of Haarlep, some prompts will mention them specifically.

Pretty much all of these are NSFW/18+ and most of them involve some form of BDSM. They're intended to be consensual but can be made dub-/non-con if that's your thing. I also added some uses for spells and potions found in BG3.

I'll probably add more in the future, so check back sometime!

Raphael getting spanked - He might be indignant at first but is a moaning mess by the end of it

Impact play - Raphael definitely has a collection of whips, canes and other implements for causing pain. Give him a taste of his own medicine and punish him. Remember that BG3 has healing potions, so Tav doesn't have to hold back!

Degradation - Call him a slut, whore, a tease, not even worthy of Tav's attention. Maybe use the fact that he's a mere cambion (not even a real devil!) to really humiliate him

Temperature play - Raphael is used to the heat of Avernus, which makes him more sensitive to cold. Use ice cubes or spells to make him shiver

Sensory deprivation (with Haarlep?) - With or without the help of spells (e.g. blindness, silence, hold monster), make him extra sensitive to any touch Tav deigns to give him. Especially fun in combination with Haarlep, where Raphael doesn't even get touched directly, only experiencing the ghost sensation of Haarlep's pleasure

Dress up - Raphael definitely has a giant closet and when Tav discovers this, they want to play dress up with him. At some point they discover Raphael's collection of lingerie, corsets, maybe even high heels and of course want to see him in those too

Waxing - Raphael has lovely chest hair hidden behind that fancy doublet, now remove it in the most painful way using wax (or other methods!)

Dumbification - It's hard being the smartest person in the room all the time. Give Raphael some relief by removing some of those brain cells (maybe with the help of some spells like Confusion or Hypnotic Pattern?) and letting him focus on what's really important - being Tav's dumb little sex toy

Deep throat training - Using a dildo or strap-on Tav helps Raphael get rid of that gag reflex. As a reward he gets to enjoy the full length of Tav's cock

Genital change - Maybe Tav has a preference, Raphael just wants a change, or he's always been like this. Either way, Raphael has a pussy now. Haarlep could join for some double penetration fun. Or perhaps Tav already has two cocks to fill up Raphael?

Loss of Power - Tav has nice gift for Raphael, a necklace/collar/ring. Unfortunately for Raphael, he didn't realize that it would bind his powers before putting it on, so now he's powerless and only Tav can remove the item. Which they will only do once they had their fun!

Tying his wings together - Using ropes, spells, or maybe chains. They've got spikes a the bottom, if you were to put cuffs on each on them and chain them together he couldn't open them anymore

Suspension - Let him dangle from the ceiling and writhe in his binds. Maybe display those pretty wings of his and turn him into a piece of art

Hidden statue - With the help of some spells Raphael replaces one of the many statues in his own house, on display for all the debtors. Maybe they know it's him, maybe they don't

Candelabra - Attach candles to his horns or have him hold them up while Tav reads a book. Maybe suspend him from the ceiling as a chandelier!

Public humiliation - Raphael has an important meeting and he arrives there at the end of Tav's leash wearing (almost?) nothing. The other party may or may not want a taste of Raphael's new found willingness to pleasure them. If you want to preserve Raphael's dignity, simply erase the other party's memory after everything's done

Haarlep's reward - Tav has Raphael pleasure Haarlep for once. They deserve it after putting up with Raphael for so long. Maybe they want a full body massage, a blowjob, every inch of their body worshiped, fucked by Raphael for once or all of the above. You decide if Haarlep has Raphael's form during this or they don't want to share the sensation with him

Tail bondage - Make Raphael use his own tail to tie up his hands and arms

Cut his wings - Imagine those wing membranes are very sensitive - now take a knife a carve them up in pretty patterns. Don't worry, afterwards you can heal them with potions, no lasting harm done!

Spells & Potions

Mage Hand - Having an extra hand is always useful. Maybe make it invisible for that extra surprise effect?

Shocking Grasp - For pain/electrocution play

Sleep - For somnophilia. Raphael can wake up when Tav fucks him or we can pretend Sleep has a stronger effect and Raphael stays asleep

Blindness - As alternative to using a blindfold, so Tav can still see those pretty eyes!

Enlargen - Especially fun if Tav is usually smaller than Raphael. Now they can toss him around for a change

Invisibility - Not knowing where Tav is gonna touch him next can be exciting. Maybe combine with a mirror so Raphael can fully see himself come undone? (We're gonna pretend Tav can keep the spell up while they fuck)

Silence - More effective than any earplugs

Hold Monster - Keeps Raphael from moving around so Tav can do whatever they want to him

Planar Binding - Full control over Raphael!

Telekinesis - Throw him around a bit

Potion of Cloud Giant Strength - Usually weak Tav surprises Raphael by suddenly being able to manhandle him

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #pompts #fanfiction prompts #fanfiction ideas #raphael x oc #raphael x tav #haarlep #bg3 spoilers

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multishipper-baby · 7 months ago

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Thought more about the Loowynn kiddo and the whole backstory for how their parents got together and stuff. Under the cut because I got really excited and ended up writing an insane amount rip I'm sorry.

We start back when they're in high school. With Loon now knowing that Owynn is up to something, Owynn decides to use this to his advantage and basically converts Loon into one of his minions and forces him to help out with the plan without actually explaining what he's planning to do. Loon is scared at first, but slowly loses the fear as he becomes more confused with the whole thing: why is Owynn so fixated on the spring festival? Why does this Cami girl appear to have powers? What are shadows and what does that have to do with the whole scheme? He doesn't know and isn't sure how to ask.

So Loon starts to spend more time with Owynn, half because of the plan and half because he's hoping to eventually get an explanation for what the hell is going on, and they sort of start to bond with time, until their relationship grows into being a thing. Owynn becomes less mean with Loon, Loon becomes less afraid of Owynn, they spend time without necessarily needing to... But just when they're about to take the next step and maybe confess their feelings, Owynn's plan blows up on his face and everything goes to shit. Loon doesn't understand what happened, he's too out of the loop to help, and the next thing he knows- Owynn is gone. He's not at their graduation, he doesn't answer anyone's texts or calls, nobody seems to know where he is. Rumor has it that whatever it is he planned to do got him expelled, and his parents sent him to finish his schooling somewhere else. Loon just hopes he's alright.

He goes back home to Japan. Goes to college to get a business degree even though he doesn't want to because his parents think it's what's best. He tries to put his mind off of Owynn and everything related to him, but there're so many questions that linger from that time that it's impossible to avoid thinking about it. All he can do is distract himself by studying as much as he can.

Time passes and now they're 21, when Loon gets a sudden message from Usagi. She tells him that Owynn is coming to Japan for a concert- that apparently, in the years since they've last seen him, Owynn has managed to grow quite an audience. They say his music is almost hypnotizing, and wouldn't it be fun to maybe rekindle an old friendship from school? Loon is so relieved to find out that Owynn is fucking alive that he immediately goes to buy the tickets and pays extra for a meet and greet.

They go to the concert. Once they meet up with Owynn, he recognizes them and gives them his new number to talk sometime (since he has other fans to attend to in the meet and greet) and Loon, wanting a more in-depth explanation for everything that happened in highschool, asks him if he's free tomorrow. Owynn answers that no, he isn't, but they can meet up to talk on the last day he'll be in Japan. So they arrange something.

Anyway, the boys meet up. Owynn explains some of the stuff that happened but in very vague terms, and it's clear that he's hiding some things, says he doesn't want to talk about that time in his life. Loon is extremely curious, but respects it- even if he's a bit hurt that Owynn left without saying goodbye. They promise to keep talking and, once Owynn is back at home, they text pretty regularly. Then they start texting daily, and video calling, and sending each other gifts on the mail, and eventually Owynn gets the guts to ask Loon to be his boyfriend like he wanted to do back before they lost contact.

It goes fine for a few months, but Owynn quickly starts to dislike the long distance. He already travels a lot for his singing career, so travelling even more to see his boyfriend exhausts him. Not to mention that he's a very physical person- not being able to kiss or cuddle his boyfriend for weeks on end annoys him greatly. He starts talking about maybe moving in together and while Loon is initially unsure due to them not dating for that long, he eventually agrees. They move in together. Because they have difficulties with passports and work visas and shit, eventually Owynn just ask him to marry him and Loon surprisingly also agrees. Sure, it's early in the relationship, but it'll work out fine right?

So now it's been a year and a half of them being together. They're legally married, living together, and it's going well so far. Owynn tries to travel less or not travel as far as he used to, Loon gets a job as a Japanese tutor as he figures out what he wants to do long term, they have a good thing going on... Until social pressures showed up, specially from Loon's parents! Because now that they're married and living together, babies are the next step!! What married couple doesn't want babies?? They need to have kids asap.

Owynn isn't really too crazy about that, but Loon feels the pressure horribly- he already dissapointed his parents by leaving Japan (permanently this time) and by not using the business degree they pushed him to get for his own good. I also have the headcanon that Loon's parents had him when they were older than most- so there's also the sense of "if you wait too long to give us grandkids we'll die while they're still young". So after many discussions and fights, Owynn just accepts and they have the kid.

...As you might've expected, once the kid is there, Owynn discovers that he was right: he does not want to be dad. He finds the baby annoying and doesn't want to take care of them, going back to travelling constantly just so he has an excuse not to be around them. This, combined with his resentment over Loon insisting they'd have a child in the first place, ends up running their marriage into the ground. By the time Brooklynn is a year old, they finally decide to separate. Loon goes back to Japan with ae, because he wants his parents support and they'd been eager to met the baby. Now he's 24, with a failed marriage and a kid he had way too young and no idea what to do with his life. Yippee.

Six years pass, and Ken (the name they go by in Japan) grows curious of their other father. Owynn video calls and text sometimes, but it's not often, and hasn't once visited them. He insists that it's because he's busy, so now Ken really wants Loon to take them to (insert Latam country you think FHS takes place in) to see him. Loon isn't thrilled about this, but he wants what's best for his child, so he obliges- they go visit Owynn for two weeks during holidays, and it goes swimmingly. Owynn tries to make up for his lack of presence in their life by buying them lots of expensive crap and taking them to cool places and Ken is completely crazy over it.

They go three more years like that- Ken comes to visit for a week or two, Owynn gives it his all, then he's mostly a non entity the rest of the year. The kid assumes he must just be really busy for the rest of the year, and Loon doesn't have the heart to tell them the truth. Eventually, though... He decides to try his luck and actually moves back to the country Owynn is in again. Living with his parents annoys him too much at this point in his life, and being a single father in Japan is a nightmare, so it seems like the most sensible choice- especially since it might lead to his kid having more time with their other dad.

As you can imagine... Owynn fumbles it. He liked only putting in the effort once a year at a preplanned time, and then not having to worry about the responsibility of being a dad the rest of the year. Now, whenever he isn't out on tour, there's a chance the child could drop in and demand his attention. He tries really hard to avoid them as much as possible, making up excuses and giving excuses, and Brooklynn is very confused about why their fun dad is now so distant.

So, they try to get his attention. As they grow older, they start practicing their singing and dressing in more eye-catching ways and trying to imitate their father in the hopes that he'll pay more attention to them. And... It works! Their time with their parents is still nowhere close to 50/50 (it's like 10/90 lol) but Owynn does take the time to give them some tips on singing, and compliments their style, and seems to appreciate the ways in which they're similar. Brooks is thrilled- it might not be a lot, but they'll take all the attention they can get.

So, one day at their father's house, they decide to sneak into his room to see what else they can use to their advantage. And if they find an odd book, one that can teach them exactly how to use magic to capture someone's attention... Well, maybe this is exactly what they need.

#fnafhs #loowynn #myocs #owynn as a father 2: electric boogaloo

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