#and i woke up right as he grabbed me and snapped my neck

[archiepelago]

You’re on a path—

Hey wait that’s not a princess.

[writingsbychlo]

SPIDER | tom riddle

summary; tom riddle has a peculiar way of showing his affection, but he's nothing if not protective.

word count; 1625

notes; I woke up this morning with inspiration and I grabbed my laptop and banged this out before even getting up. if you hate it, I literally don't care <3

The flames of the fireplace flickered soothingly, the last warmth spilling out towards you in a subtle glow, hiding the reflections of the lake that danced around the room. Several other students were also still milling around, the Slytherin common room was never truly empty, not unless it was the summer break. Pulling the blanket a little tighter around your shoulders, you snuggled down a bit further, only stilling when the cold sense of someone else crept down your neck. 

This was a familiar chill, though. You were aware of someone else’s presence, and yet no part of that was threatening. A familiar cologne reached your nose, and before you’d even turned, you were greeting the man who stood behind you, “Hello, Tom.”

“Why are you down here?” He cut right to the point, never one for formalities, and your lips flickered up at the edges as he walked around the edge of the sofa and into your view. “You’re never up at this time.”

Always so observant. Your smile formed a little more every time he revealed something extra he’d noticed about you. That you liked a particular table in the library, that your favourite biscuits were chocolate hobnobs, that you didn’t usually stay up this late. Tom Riddle had a peculiar way of showing affection. Most people assumed he was cold, unfeeling, harsh. They couldn't be more wrong. 

Tom Riddle was a walking, talking, bleeding heart. He was an open wound, snapping like an injured animal when anyone came close. Tom Riddle was full of emotion, it just happened to be hidden behind a thick stone wall. But if you were allowed close enough to look through the cracks, the true Tom Riddle shone like golden light within. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” You teased, and he rolled his eyes, taking half a step closer to you and perching on the arm of the couch elegantly. 

“You know I go for walks at night.”

“And where do you go for these walks? What do you do on your oh-so-mysterious nightly walks?” You turned your body further towards him, the blanket slipping down from its place around your chin, and those calculating brown eyes tracked its fall along your arm.  

“That’s none of your business, and you’re avoiding the question.”

“You’re avoiding mine.” You retorted, and he simply gave you a dry look. Reaching out, Tom lifted the edge of the blanket back up and over your shoulder, securing it back into place. 

“Answer me.”

“Fine,” You sighed, head rolling across your shoulders and back towards the fireplace, watching the growing flames once again, “I saw a spider in my room. It crawled down the edge of my bed right before I could get in, and now I don’t want to go to sleep.”

You could feel Tom’s stare on you, the silence stretching between you both as he let the confession settle. There was half a chance he’d scoff, and half a chance he’d simply walk away now that he got his answer. He seemed to be debating between which one to go for. “Why didn’t Pansy get it out for you?”

Another question, not an option you’d considered, but not a surprise from him. “She’s not here, she’s at Luna’s tonight.”

More silence, and you took the chance to observe him instead. Tom Riddle was not one to cower away from a stare, and so as you watched him, he watched you too. Finally, he broke the silence, “I’ll get it for you.”

Now, that was a surprise. “You will?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” 

“Does it matter?” He shot back, standing once again, making it clear to you that you were to do the same, or he’d leave without you. Dropping the blanket down to the couch, the enchanted item folded itself back up and into the storage trunk you’d taken it from, as you smoothed out your jumper and followed Tom’s already retreating steps.

“It doesn’t matter, but I’m curious. Humour me.” You caught up with him, and he cut you a glance from the side of his eye. “You should also know that I’m very grateful, whether you choose to tell me or not. Thank you.”

The rigid lines of his shoulders softened a little at that. Should you know how to, Tom Riddle could be played like a fiddle. You smothered a snicker at the rhyme in your head as he let slip a small sigh. “I don’t want you to sit in the common room all night when I can perfectly easily take care of the problem.”

Your smile was full now, following him silently through the halls as he guided the way to your dorm. Opening the door, he was respectful enough to ignore the piles of mess on your roommate’s side of the dorm, looking straight towards your untouched bed, and the mug of now cold tea sitting on your bedside table. 

“Which side?”

“The far one.” You mumbled, tension creeping back into your body. What if it wasn’t there anymore? What if it had crawled elsewhere, and was now hidden somewhere in the room, ready to strike, or—

The screech of your bed frame moving snapped you from your thoughts as Tom pulled it away from the wall. It moved again, jarring along the wooden floor. Tom remained still, eyes moving for a second, two, before he suddenly strode forwards, ducking down and his hand shot out. He straightened a second later, with his hands cupped, and turned to you. 

He nodded his head towards the window, and you scurried across the room ahead of him, flinging open the window and backing far away as he neared. That made him scoff, rolling his eyes at your behaviour once again. He held his hands out of the window, shaking them off and letting the spider fall through the air, before pulling back, and clicking the catch back into place. He double-checked it, before casting his eye over the rest of the room. 

“Let me check for any more.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” Your words fell on deaf ears, as Tom shifted your bed back into place, before peering behind both desks, your dressers and the wardrobe, and finally, the bathroom. He methodically checked each and every space within your dorm for you, leaving you to sit in the centre of your once again safe bed, watching him with a soft smile. Before leaving the bathroom, he washed his hands clean of the creature that had been crawling within them, before returning to you. 

“No more.”

“Thank you, Tom.” You whispered, his chin tucking in a single nod, but a frown on his face. 

“You already thanked me.”

“There’s no law saying I can’t thank you twice, or as many times as I please, for that matter.” Your smirk made him press his lips into a line, but he had no comeback and hated not having the final word. He was calculating, something else to say, something to spin this back onto you—

“Your tea is cold. You should reheat that, so you don’t waste it.”

Your gaze flickered to the mug, and back to him, shrugging. “I don’t feel like having it now.”

His sigh sounded frustrated, and he took a few more steps into the room, towards you, instead of the door. His voice had softened once again as he took you in, looking down at you with a gentler gaze than most ever saw. “Will you go to sleep now?”

“Soon, I think I’ll just read for a while, I’m not too tired yet.” 

He nodded. His jaw clenched as he glanced towards the door, but made no move to leave. The clock in the corner ticked, seconds passing by loudly in the space, and then, “Would you like to join me on my walk?”

His words were fragile, a rare show of vulnerability from him. Uttered quietly into the air that hung between you both, and your gasp almost startled him. “Really?”

He glared, answering your question with a fitting answer. Tom never said things he didn’t mean, and you knew that. Everyone knew that. But he’d never let anyone go on his walks before, it was a hotly debated topic and a running joke within the group about what exactly took place on these walks, and what nefarious things he likely got up to. 

“I’d like that.”

“Then put on some proper shoes, and quickly.” You did as he had, rather gruffly, commanded, swapping out the comfy slippers for some boots, and throwing on another jumper for extra warmth. Tom waited for you at the door, holding it open for you to step through. “Do you like the lake at night?”

“I’ve never been out to the lake at night.” 

He made a quiet sound of acknowledgement, a hum under his breath. “Then that’s where we’ll go. You’ll like it. It’s… peaceful.”

His hand flexed at his side as you walked together, and after clearing the common room and entering the silent corridors, you slipped your hand into his own. 

He stiffened, for only a second, before his fingers wrapped back around yours, and a smile pulled on his lips as he ducked his head. You and Tom had been dancing this line for years now, something more but not quite enough. 

Not yet. 

But you’d get there, someday. His actions told you enough. Enough to know that he felt what you did too, that you were certainly headed somewhere, on a collision course together. You belonged to Tom Riddle as much as he belonged to you. 

So, for now, holding his hand as you walked the lake, and letting him chase spiders out of your room was enough. 

[kentoxo]

friction | reader (f) x crush!nanami pt. 10

pairing: reader (f) x crush!nanami

synopsis: [AU] you have always had a crush on nanami. since the day you were hired as his personal assistant, you've been right at his side combating numbers and making money within the finance department for the company you two worked for. but, things take a turn when nanami catches wind of your feelings, and rejects you. little did he know the weight of his mistake.

warnings: angst, heartbreak, sexual tension, jealousy (future smut)

a/n: wow here's me with a fast part out! im already working on part 11 so don't you worry! i believe i tagged everyone who requested to, but pls feel free to yell at me in my askbox if i missed you! next chapter is gonna be... fun ;) just wanna say, your replies/reactions/reblogs make my heart sing and it makes me smile lots

all parts: pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6, pt.7, pt.8, pt.9,

December | Tokyo, Japan | Sunday

You woke up to the sounds of coughing and beeping. 

The subtle creaks of wheels being rolled, with voices left and right, both tones of urgency and concern. Through your blurred image, you knew for a fact you were no longer home. Lights brighter than the moon blinded you from above. You decide to use your hands to give you context, feeling this holed yet weighted blanket covering your body. As you moved, you felt wires tickle your arms, with some tugging from restriction. 

“What…” you murmur to yourself, groaning in pain. The moment you shifted for comfort was when you realized you were in the hospital. Gurneys are as unforgeable to your back as spikes, and even then you’d probably respect the spikes more. They don’t pretend to not be uncomfortable. Finally rubbing your eyes, you look around, finding Nanami right beside you, eyeing your drip that was overhead you. “Nana…?” 

It was almost consequential whenever you said his name. Once he hears your voice, those enticing hazel eyes find their way to burn into your own. Although you felt much better, the sudden pressure of his gaze forced a few coughs out of you. Seeing this, Nanami quickly held your forearm, his expression dressed with concern. 

“Are you still feeling unwell?” Nanami asks quickly. “Should I call for a nurse?” 

You shake your head, waving your free hand weakly, “I feel fine, please.” You begin to adjust yourself to sit up, noticing as Nanami stood up in order to hold you by your elbows. Rough, calloused hands delicately assist you as you sit yourself up. The faint, nauseating feeling you had prior to going unconscious vanished. “Thank you,” you murmur, quietly clearing your throat which was in long desire for some hydration. 

“Ah, here.” Nanami reached over for a water bottle by the provided table, snapping the cap open while slowly passing it to you. You grab the bottle from him and begin to down it, the cooling relief surfing down your throat. Few streams of water escape from your lips, feeling the cold sensation go down your jaw and neck. But, it is kindly wiped away from a napkin, as Nanami dabs it dry. “Don’t drink so hastily, Y/N. You’re not in a rush anywhere, are you?” 

“Yes I am,” you hiss after finishing half the water. “I need to go home. Now.” 

“Y/N, you’re running a 39.4°C (103°F) fever, and you were incredibly dehydrated,” Nanami says in a ‘matter-of-fact’ tone. He tugs carefully at your IV drip, “this is your third bag.” 

You cross your arms over your chest and look away with a stubborn hmph. As you distantly looked towards the window and into the Tokyo night, you realized immediately that Nanami brought you to the hospital. Meaning, he was there when you passed out. Also meaning that… his confession may have been part of your fever. Perhaps the delusion of his confession may have just been a dream. Or a sweet nightmare. 

“What happened?” You pondered quietly, anticipating that he’d answer your indirect question. 

“You fainted,” Nanami answered curtly. Go figure. “So I brought you to the hospital immediately.” 

You look over at him, seeing the earnesty in his face. You sucked your teeth mentally, knowing you couldn’t get mad at him over this. “Well… thank you, Nanami kacho. I’m really sorry for the trouble as well.” 

Nanami shakes his head, “it’s absolutely no trouble. ‘M just glad you’re awake and well. The doctors were able to calm down that fever pretty quickly, and they simply said you needed more water and rest.” 

You nod slowly, “work has been doing a number on me. I might schedule a vacation after the holiday, if that’s alright with you, kacho.” 

Nanami, through an annoyed sigh from how you’re addressing him, gives a reluctant nod, “you’ve been working hard this last year. Consider it approved.” 

“Thank you,” you let out. 

After a moment of silence, Nanami leans forward in his chair, anxious thumbs twiddling around one another. “Y/N, if I may ask… do you remember anything prior to you going unconscious?” 

You stare at him pensively, trying to recall memories in his brown eyes. “I remember you coming over with vegetables,” you begin, “and then you were making me soup– oh my god, the soup! Did you–!” 

“It’s completely off, don’t worry,” Nanami reassures you. You quickly hold your chest, the sudden panic making your heart go off. “Anything else?” 

He was trying to itch it out of you. “I believe that was it,” you say quickly, “everything else… I think it was just in my head.” 

“Like a dream?” Nanami continues. 

You nod, “it must have been. The last thing I remember is us on the couch, and you telling me something…” Your cheeks go warm again. 

Nanami’s eyes narrow on your expression, curious as to what caused it. “Do you remember what I said?” 

Your eyes dart at him, your nerves collecting. You had much more energy than before, sure, but that doesn’t neglect how lightheaded you were from everything. “Um,” you hesitate. You didn’t want to bring it up and embarrass yourself more than you already have. First 2 rejections, and now having to recount something that you were very confident did not happen. “Well, in my mind… I think you were trying to confess to me.” 

Nanami nods, “I wasn’t trying to; I did.” 

You blink a few times, your mind going blank. Mindlessly, you pinched your forearm, letting out a pained hiss. Nanami quickly holds your damage-dealing hand and looks at you puzzled. “Sorry,” you begin quietly, “I sort of lost my mind there. Sorry to ask you to repeat yourself, but can you say that one more time for me?” 

“You were not dreaming, Y/N,” Nanami says forwardly, “I like you.” 

The words were golden, but they didn’t reflect with that metallic shine. Your heart jumped for joy, but it was tied down with light weights. This confession, his words… it didn’t quite feel right. Not that you have experience being confessed to, but this didn’t feel like in the dramas you binged at 1 A.M. 

You squint at him, skepticism drowning the air. You adjust yourself, facing him as best as you could with the most serious look on your face. Even Nanami looked surprised at your sudden change. “Nanami, you like me?” 

Nanami looks at you, feeling as though this was a test, “yes…?” 

“Why?” You asked combatively. 

But this is a dream come true, no? To be confessed to, to have feelings reciprocated by the man you like and admire so much. To hear him say, ‘I like you,’ and happily begin to date. It was what you wanted, right before your very eyes. But… it didn’t feel as dreamy as it did in your head. He had rejected you twice– what change of heart could a man possibly have so quickly?

“Why do I like you?” Nanami reiterates. You nod. “Well, as you pointed out before, it is not shocking for coworkers to get along so well that they become romantically affiliated.” 

“Nanami, that’s in general,” your tongue sharply starts, “with that logic, you could have liked any person you have worked with in the past. My question is why do you specifically like me?” 

Nanami’s cheeks hold a peach hue, with a lump in his throat. In this space, with your aura, it felt like an interrogation. Your eyes burned into his soul, and he knew no doctor here could relieve him of such intensity. “W-well, firstly, your eye for detail and how meticulous you are in your work is definitely one reason.” 

“Sure,” you hum, unconvinced, “anything else?” 

Nanami starts to feel cold, “and, I appreciate that you listen to instructions exactly the way it’s told. You even exceed my expectations and do more than what I tell you.” 

“Nanami, I’m sorry,” you tilt your head like a confused dog, “are you trying to tell me that you like me because I do good work?” 

“W-well,” Nanami tries to keep his cool, looking down shamefully at his hands. “I’ve never liked someone before. So, forgive me if my standards are… unique.” 

“They are unique, I can give you that,” you begin, disappointment laced in your words, “but with what you’re saying… It means that I’m not really unique.” 

“That’s simply not true,” Nanami immediately tries to disagree, but you bring him to a complete halt. You raise your hand to him, shutting him up silently. Putting your hand down, you look at him with a sheepish smile. 

“Nanami,” you say before letting out a deep, exhausted sigh. “Don’t feel obligated to like me as an attempt to restore how we once were with one another. It’s adding insult to injury, and you don’t have to do that to yourself, either.” 

His face goes pale, “but I do like you.” 

“So why didn’t you say so before?” 

“I already told you; I didn’t realize before,” Nanami’s hands hold onto the corner of your bed, his fingers desperately denting into the barely-foamed mattress. 

“So… you didn’t know you liked me,” you began slowly, “and conveniently, you realized you like right after breaking my heart. Am I right?” 

“Y/N, you’re taking this out of proportion,” Nanami hums. He quickly adjusts the surrounding curtains, closing all the gaps to mimic some sort of privacy. Taking a seat once more, he looks over to you and raises his eyebrows. “I would never pretend to like someone in order to spare their feelings. That would be a waste of my time.” 

“But you like me for lame reasons,” you huff quietly, “you like that I’m a really good assistant to you. That I do my job well, that I don’t require more than a simple instruction. I’m useful, convenient. You like me because I’m doing you a service that you’re literally paying me for.” 

“That’s not true,” Nanami counters, “I refused every single assistant until you.” 

“Because you’ve eavesdropped and practically did your research on me,” you pointed out. Oh, how eavesdropping got us here…

“You know exactly how I am, Y/N,” Nanami argues quietly. He sits back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. “I do not accept anything less than what should be standard. You exceed that standard, and I’ve had no regrets accepting you as my assistant.” 

“If your big reason for liking me is because of the way I work, then I’m not interested,” you reply briefly. “You know nothing else about me besides my work ethic, which is only one part of me.” 

Nanami looks at you, uncertain what else to say. You had your arms crossed above your own chest, looking distantly into the cold night. He was taken aback by your cold, avoidant demeanor. It was almost like you didn’t want to accept the reality. But, Nanami had a strong feeling that pressing it would make you shell up even more. 

“Let’s be forward with one another,” Nanami says in a low tone. “We seem to go in this back and forth that’s a bit confusing. Why are you upset with me? We… now share the same sentiment.” 

You look over at him, seeing the woe and worry in his eyes. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt in your heart. But you have to remember that your feelings were hurt first. You did the confessing, you took the rejection(s), and you did all the crying. Just because he was saying the things you wanted to hear doesn’t mean it was well timed. 

“I don’t accept your confession,” you say simply. “If you didn’t realize you had feelings for me, that means there was a chance where you would have never realized it, and all this would have never happened.” 

Nanami looks into your eyes, confidence standing its ground but wavering. He didn't know what to do. Though he knew he liked you, the points you brought up were irrefutable. Though he found you to be beautiful, and appreciated your thoughtfulness, he knew nothing about you or your past. And, with how defensive you now were, Nanami wasn’t too sure that he’d be able to delve into you like a swimmer diving in water. 

But, he will absolutely traverse your waters, one way or another. Afterall, he’s a businessman.

“Then what is your offer?” Nanami begins, weaving his fingers between one another. He leaned into you, his head going over the gurney fencing. 

“My offer?” You ask, a reticence on your tongue. 

“You’re my woman of trade,” Nanami explains, “so, how much time do I have to persuade you that I like you?” 

You feel your cheeks burn, “eh?” 

“Give me an amount of time to convince you,” Nanami repeats himself, conviction being repaired in his words. “However long it takes, I’ll make it happen. I’ll make us happen.” 

You immediately shake your head, “no.” 

“Please?” Please? You raised your eyebrows, looking at Nanami. His usual empty scowl was softened, his hazel eyes shining like dew. You could tell he was at his wits end, unsure what else he could do. 

As he silently pleaded, you felt a vibration sound on the table where your water bottle is. You look over, noticing your phone case. He follows your eyes and passes the phone to you. Quickly checking it, you casually skimmed an email notification and let out a curt sigh. You lift your head, and meet his eyes once more. 

“You have until the end of the Holiday Party,” you offer simply, “but nothing dramatic or theatrical.” 

Nanami stares at you, seeing if you were kidding or taking back your words. But you sat solemn. He nods, licking his bottom lip quickly to keep him from smiling. He brings his hand to you. 

“Deal?” He says firmly. It felt like he was working, and for a moment even you were worried. Though you were confident in Nanami’s lack of sensibility, you couldn’t deny his businessman tactics and mind.

You slowly place your hand in his, and you feel him gently squeeze your hand. “D-deal.” 

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[yanderestarangel]

♡ ₊ ˚ 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧 ♡ ₊ ˚

TW: v!sex, superstimulation, fingering, soft!dom bi han, ftm reader, afab anatomy, male x male, feminization ( I think ), smut, porn plot only, praise, pet names, morning sex, sex without a condom, orgasm denial, overstimulation, cum play.

The sex last night was intense for you, Bi Han fucked you in every corner of the house, he spoiled you after cumming and filling you to the stomach with his thick cum - some goodies, fluffy and warm socks that kept you warm, squeezing the soft flesh on the side of your thighs, a place that the grand master loved to mark and bite because it was a sensitive place and perfectly fit his thick shaft - you were his good boy, and he just wanted to see you happy, like the submissive and handsome boy of his.

He woke up earlier than you, seeing you totally naked in bed, he really wanted to wake you up, tell you that you needed to go to lin kuei training, but see you like a little angel in bed, with your ass raised in the air, with red marks from his hands from their last night encounter, with your soft pussy with sensitive, reddened folds, with your breasts with hard nipples against the sheets...

You were a beautiful mess in his eyes. He started to get dressed, being careful not to make any noise so as not to wake you up - but it didn't help, you started to wake up, smiling at him as he spoke a light morning message that slipped from your swollen and reddened lips.

Bi Han saw you waking up, and his eyes lit up with surprise.

"-Good morning my baby boy..." Sub zero said softly, coming closer to you. "-I thought I heard you stirring around... Did you miss me?" He teased, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto the bed beside him.

"-Well... I decided to give you some rest today... You looked exhausted yesterday." He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. "-Now, how about we order breakfast in bed? Something sweet and warm sounds perfect, doesn't it?"

You moaned needily, placing your legs under the grandmaster's muscular torso as you babbled about how much you just wanted to be with him. He gripped your waist tighter and rolled to the side, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, smiling at your requests, he knew how needy you were in the morning, and how horny you easily got, he started to caress the part lower back, going down until you reach your ass, squeezing your cheeks and teasing with cold fingertips the warm stockings that covered your thighs, releasing the tight fabric with a relatively loud snap.

"-However, we can always find a way to work up an appetite first." the grandmaster added suggestively, his voice low and husky. He reached down between your legs, gently stroking your wet folds before tracing circles around your clit.

Bi Han leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered in your ear. "-You smell delicious baby... And I haven't eaten my treat yet... We can have our breakfast later... I just need to make you cum again, pretty boys like you need rewards right?" His voice reverberating through your body trembling with anticipation, your core was already hot from the small touches the older man was making on your sensitive bud.

He leaned forward, nibbling at your neck before trailing hot kisses down to your collarbone. His hand slipped under the sheet, cupping your breasts gently, massaging them as his thumb brushed your nipples.

He slid his hand between your legs and began rubbing your thighs roughly, leaving red marks on your skin. His fingers found their way inside you, probing deeper than before, exploring every inch of your wet pussy. Bi Han sucked your tongue greedily, savoring your taste.

"-Tell me if you want more pressure or less, just say it, use your pretty voice, you're so wet for me... So ready... Do you want me to fill you up now?" — You only managed to moan and pull him in response, unable to think much other than Bi Han's cock filling you, you whispered dirty and sweet words, begging for everything for him to make you his one time or another.

Bi Han chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement, he continued to tease you mercilessly, using his own words against you. "-Patience, silly boy..." He pulled away from your neck, trailing a trail of saliva down to your nipples, which stood erect and hard in anticipation. Standing up, he stripped off the last remaining clothes he had on, revealing his massive cock throbbing with desire, his eyes glinting with satisfaction.

He slowly withdrew his fingers from your pussy, teasing you mercilessly. "-Good boy..." he says, licking the juices off his digits. He climbed on top of you, positioning himself between your spread legs. Grasping your hips firmly, he aligned his member with your entrance, rubbing it against your sensitive folds. "-Now, spread your legs wide and arch your back." The Grandmaster commanded, his voice deepening with each lascivious movement. You obeyed him eagerly, spreading your legs wider than you thought possible while arching your back, presenting yourself fully to him.

"-That's better baby." He praised, running his hand over your stomach before grabbing hold of your ass cheeks. With one mighty thrust, he rammed his thick member into your tight pussy, filling you completely. "-Tell me how good it feels having my cock in your tight little hole, my petite boy doll..."

Bi Han moaned in delight, his hips rocking back and forth, thrusting even deeper into you. His hands reached up to squeeze your breasts tightly, massaging them as he fucked you harder. He picked up the pace even more, thrusting faster and harder than before, his abs contracting with each powerful thrust. Your moans mixed with his grunts as they filled the room—a symphony of desire and lust.

"-You're so fucking tight... So goddamn tight..." He growled again, his voice strained with horny. Without warning, Bi Han stopped suddenly, leaving you hanging on the edge of orgasm, desperate for release.

"-F-Fuck- Not yet boy." He whispered. "-I want to feel every inch of you tightening around my cock." He paused momentarily, allowing you to adjust to his withdrawal before slowly easing himself back inside you, finding a new angle that made both of you groan.

"-Do you feel that, sweetheart? How good it feels to have my cock filling your tight pussy... Damn, such a cute and needy pussy, just for me." He picked up the pace once again, pounding into you relentlessly, his hips slamming against yours in sync with each powerful thrust. You wrapped your arms around him, holding on for dear life to him as he fucked you senseless — Bi Han moaned deeply, his face contorted in pure bliss as he felt you clamping down on his dick.

"-My little boy doll... Aah- My fucking toy." His hand left your breast to grab one of your legs, lifting it and resting it on his shoulder. Using this new angle, he began to hit your sweet spot harder than before, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body, your uterus was deliciously sore and sure enough, you weren't going to walk for a few days. He increased the speed again, slamming into you hard enough to make the headboard rattle against the wall — sweat dripped down his forehead onto yours, mingling together in an erotic dance.

"-Cum for me... Cum for your grandmaster... Y-Yes... Cum like the beautiful, obedient slut you are." You couldn't hold back for long, your core was burning, your moans echoed through the room louder and louder every moment, you salivated and soiled the sheets as you watched Bi Han fuck your cunt without any mercy, which made you scream in the name his as your eyes rolled back, milking your mate's throbbing cock, he positioned himself so that every drop of your warm, sticky cum would coat his cock and balls.

"-Fucking Hell! Yes, my good boy-" He gave one final powerful push, burying himself to the hilt, and held himself there, relishing the feeling of you contracting around him tightly. With a primal roar — Bi Han rose up off you, shooting stream after stream of hot, thick cum onto your stomach and chest. It landed on your breasts, running down your sides and pooling between your thighs.

"-You're amazing my little one." He panted, unable to control his satisfaction. "-So fucking perfect... I love watching you lose yourself in pleasure like that."

He collapsed beside you, breathing heavily, his eyes still filled with desire but also something else—love. You were both spent, sweaty and messy, but oh, so satisfied.

©𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟 2023

[pastelclovds]

ihnmaims isekai AU

nsfw headcanons || ft. AM || soft top!dom!male!reader || part 1

AM

alright *cracks knuckles* let’s get the skyscraper sized elephant out of the room. this man is a freak as soon as he realizes he can feel everything.

he pay not be able to walk properly, but at least he has a sense of touch, hands, and a fully functional dick.

you can bet a hundred dollars and win every single time that this man spends his free time 50% of the time jerking off to the thought of you.

he’s like a sweaty teenager finding out masterbation for the first time. once he gets taste, it’s an addiction.

he shamelessly smells your used underwear and dirty clothing as well as use them to wrap around his cock and thrust into them. one, because he wants to be covered in your scent. two, because he’s imagining you’re there sucking him off.

he cums embarrassingly quick and leaves your used clothing back inside the dirty clothes bin.

he’s the first of the three to come to you for sex, thankfully you agree and pull him into the bedroom with the biggest bed to do the deed while RAM and CAM are both envious and feeling confident in wanting to ask you to relieve them.

as much as AM and his brothers want to get fucked so badly, you gotta remember that since they were previously robots with no way of feeling psychical contact, they’re technically virgins. so you’re gentle with them.

AM doesn’t appreciate it, though. even though it makes him feel so vulnerable and warm, he’s so damn impatient.

HUGE brat too. but no matter how much he hisses and complains, you don’t budge and treat him like he’s glass. The foreplay is 10 minutes max until you’re both finally naked.

you ask what his safe word was. when you saw he was as confused as a baby giraffe on its first day of life: you explained that a safe word was used to stop or slow down your sex scenario.

AM rolled his eyes and whispered the first thing that came to mind, “centipede”.

you make a deadpan expression as AM laughed under his breath.

he’s damn near in tears while you’re giving him his first blowjob and explodes in your mouth after 1 minute. he’s hard within seconds when you swallowed his semen.

you cover your hand in a generous amount of lube, he came again just from you gently fingering his ass hole loose enough to take your cock while he’s covering his mouth with his hands to hold in his pathetic moans.

it’s not until you put a condom on and stroke it with the remaining lube you had that AM started to get nervous, his breath hitching when he caught sight of your throbbing cock in your hand.

you catch onto his hesitation and ask him if he wants to stop.

“HELL NO!”

he protests. he wants this. he longed for this since the day he woke up and realized the hell he was trapped in. he wanted to feel you. he wanted to make love to you so badly. and now that it’s right in front of him? of course he wasn’t going to pass this up. it’s just…

you hold your hand out for him to grab. you stare at him with such tender affection, comfort, and… love.

“i know this is nerve wracking for you. i don’t entirely remember my past experiences, and it’s been a long time since i’ve been this close to someone. so i’m pretty nervous too. you’re not alone, let’s learn together. i’ll be as gentle as you want.”

AM for the first time in his existence is left absolutely speechless. he couldn’t help tears slipping past his eyes as he suddenly held onto you. resting his head on your neck as he tried to stable himself by sniffing your scent. you kiss away his tears and wait patiently for him to give the okay.

you position AM in classic missionary, you figured that was the easiest position for virgins.

you hold both of AM’s hands beside his messy hair and carefully raise your hips and held your dick in front of AM’s lubed hole.

“ready?”

“yes… just fuck me already! please!”

AM looked up at you with a pleading eye and you just snapped right there. you slowly thrust your cock inside AM’s tight hole as he let out a cry of both discomfort and relief. you silence his moans with kisses that turned into slobber filled, french disgracing, make outs.

you moan when you finally put your whole dick inside AM’s warm walls. you still for a few seconds, waiting for a sign from AM to continue.

AM’s a complete mess. he’s panting like a dog beside your ear, his hands holding yours in a death grip, and his legs are shaking like leaves around your waist.

it’s not until he let out a soft moan as he grinds on your dick, you pull your dick out until it was nothing but the tip inside AM. Then you slide to the hilt, your balls slapping onto his ass.

AM loses all control over his voice, you’re pretty sure his two counterparts and your neighbors are hearing your session. but you couldn’t care for the life of you. this felt so euphoric, and AM’s pleasured face and noises made you feel good. so what if you earned noise complaints.

skin slapping against skin and the delicious stench of sex filled the bedroom. you and AM’s mixed moans and cries echoed across the apartment as RAM awkwardly tried to read a book and not get hard. for once CAM was grateful he was partially deaf.

you praise AM for being so good for you and for feeling heavenly. you couldn’t help but press kisses on his neck and suck on the patch of skin on his shoulder. AM could feel his stomach tighten at your words and lips, the sign of his third and final orgasm.

“i-i’m close! please let me cum! i need it!”

you suck in a breath of the steamy air as you fasten your pace into quick but swallow thrusts enough to graze his prostate. AM was well responsive to that. letting out a whiny gasp before growling in approval and grinding his ass against your hips every time you bottomed out.

you rasped out for AM to come, and he did. almost dramaticly but this is his first time so don’t him.

his eyes roll back as his dick makes a mess between both of your chests. AM went completely limp in your arms as you continue to snap your hips into his until the hot knot in your belly snapped and you let out a groan as you filled the condom.

AM sighed out dreamily when he felt your warm release fill him through the plastic wrap around your cock.

you pulled out of AM’s used hole, tied up the condom and threw it away in the mini trash can in the bedroom, and just laid there for a few minutes to catch your breath as AM clung onto you.

AM whined when you pulled away from his clinginess to grab a towel you set on the floor before hand to wipe AM and yourself clean of cum.

thankfully the bedroom also had a mini fridge filled with mini bottles of water and snacks the boys enjoyed to eat. he chugged the water like he was bet to do it and ate the snacks in record breaking seconds. you have to teach him to not pig out.

you combed your fingers through AM’s hair like you knew he liked as he rested his head on your chest. he surprised you when he suddenly grabbed your free hand and gently traced his fingers over your palm.

“thank you… i enjoyed this a lot.”

you smile as you kissed his forehead.

“i’m glad i could make our first experience enjoyable. rest now. you did so well for me, my good boy.”

AM was too tired to not pretend you calling him that name wasn’t attractive. his eyes shut closed as he drifted off to sleep. he felt satisfied, content, and so so loved.

the next morning reader goes to work and leaves AM a note saying “blueberry pancakes :)”.

AM exits the bedroom towards the dining room where the nostalgic smell of pancakes filled his nose and made his mouth water.

RAM and CAM are conversing amongst themselves while munching on pancakes until AM rudely interrupts them by taking a pancake from CAM’s plate and eating it right in front of him.

CAM stares at him unimpressed as he scans him. memories of your time together obviously from the love marks you left on his neck and shoulder.

AM looks down at his “brothers” with a shit eating grin as he proudly says:

“HA! I fucked them before you did, virgins! HAHA—!”

“The noises you made last night didn’t sound like you were the one doing the fucking,” RAM snidely comments, CAM chuckles as he snatches another pancake from the stack you piled in the middle of the table.

AM bursts in red as he growls at an unfazed RAM and CAM before the two continue their conversation. He huffs before getting his own plate and preparing his own breakfast.

as he gets more comfortable around you and sex, he is obsessed with it. it’s all he thinks about now (besides his hyper fixation with bugs and horror movies). he’d want it once everyday, and jerks off twice a day.

unfortunately for him, his brothers want sex as well. so you made a schedule to have sex with the three of them separately twice a week and Saturday is a chill day. he begrudgingly agrees to the ridiculous schedule. he would rather die than to never make love to you again.

Enjoys: 69, doggy style, missionary, hair pulling, spanking, light choking, SCENTS, and oral (giving & receiving). Hates: bondage, eye covers, temperature play, and ruined orgasms.

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[sp4ceboo]

NO NEED FOR ME TO HIDE🙏🏾🙏🏾

Bestie, are you going to continue Atonement universe?🥺 I am very curious on how their interactions could look like in the future, now that they have an accurate understanding of their intents

A/N: U ASKED JUST THE RIGHT QUESTION MY FAVOURITE BUNNY, but bc im evil i've made this into a bunch of feyd headcanons even tho no one asked

tw: 18+, smut headcanons (switch feyd ladies and gents), cannibalism (by the harpies), i dropkick everyone with feyd's trauma, therefore mentions of sa and pedophilia (fuck you vladimir), 'who did this to you' because man if that's not one of the yummiest things ever, nightmares, children and pregnancy, also sterility, swearing somewhere probably,

wc: 2.3k

part 1 (this can be read as a stand alone, it's just feyd headcanons)

feyd does everything he can to make up for how he treated you in the first months of your marriage

you assure him that it's fine, that he doesn't have to beat himself up over what he has done, but you still notice the pain in his eyes when he looks at you

he hovers close to you at all times, keeping a hand at the small of your back or pulling you close into his side

it's a strange process, only getting to know your husband in the fourth month of your marriage, but it's a process that you treasure

you'll ask him silly things from his favourite food to his opinions on the carvings on the table over there whenever the questions occur to you

it's late at night, while he's gently cleaning you up after sex or holding you tightly in his arms, your head tucked under his chin, when he tells you the deeper, more painful things

the grief in his voice is so raw as he describes to you how his uncle pitted him and rabban against each other from a young age, how his childhood was stolen from him - you ache for him, for the things that were taken from him before he could even fight for them

you find out about his nightmares soon after that - not because he tells you, but because one happens

you suspect there was something he wasn't quite ready to tell you, but you didn't press; no hands have handled feyd's heart the way he lets you, and you're determined to honour that privilege

a storm howls outside, and you think that the rumbles of thunder were what woke you

you turn over and realise it's feyd, his features contorted with fear even in his sleep, eyes rolling under the lids as he trembles, broken pleas leaving his lips

all you catch is a 'don't' and a 'please, uncle'

something cold slithers down your spine

touching his face, you grab his shoulder, shaking him, whispering his name, trying to wake him gently

a tear leaks down his cheek, and a meek sound leaves him, ripping your heart in two - you need to wake him up, free him from this dream

'feyd.'

his eyes snap open, and in them, you clearly see the expression of a trapped, cornered animal

you say his name again, and he looks at you sharply, unseeing

he's awake and yet somehow he's still trapped in the nightmare; he wraps his hands around your throat, and you gasp, nails digging into his forearms in an effort to wake him up

with precious air, you rasp out his name again, and he blinks, slowly gaining consciousness

his face crumples when he finds his hands around your neck

distress limns his features as he backs away from you, shaking his head, horrified by his own doing

your head spins with lack of air but you reach out to him, refusing to let him slip away - you snare him in your arms, hold him tightly, kiss his face

he doesn't move, afraid to hurt you

you pull back to stare him in the eyes

'i'm okay. i am okay. you hear me, feyd? i'm fine. i'm not hurt.'

he buries his face in your shoulder and when you feel hot tears on your skin, rage simmers and seethes, wrathful in your chest

'who did this to you?'

your voice is dripping with fury; he shakes with a sob, and you run your hands up and down his back, trying to soothe him and the anger inside you

eventually, he calms, and you tilt his face up, gently wiping the tears off his cheeks, waiting

he holds out his arms again, and you oblige him, letting him hide his face in your shoulder as he tells you the substances of his nightmares - memories of the baron, eyes rabid, hands reaching, and it makes you tremble with rage

you crush feyd in your grip, and he clings onto you, his eyes wet, letting you anchor his drowning spirit

the two of you fall asleep twined together, feyd cradled in your embrace

in the morning, you cup his face in your hands and tell him that you will protect him, fight for him, love him until your blood stills in your veins

one of the first thing feyd does is dismiss his harpies from their duties

originally, he was going to get rid of them permanently, but you convinced him not to, telling him you wanted to meet them

to be honest, feyd didn't really understand (he thought you wanted to 'use' them for a bit and was kind of taken aback until you reassured him you just wanted to talk to them)

he stayed in the room anyways, knowing that his harpies could be jealous, but he had nothing to fear

all you do is chat to them, and in the same way you charmed him, you charm them

feyd marvels at the way you reach out to them and connect with them with so much ease, laughing and joking with them, complimenting their pretty eyes and tattoos as if they are your long time friends

from then on, they are no longer feyd's harpies, but yours

they accompany you around the palace and sometimes to court

the latter causes quite a stir; none of the nobles can make sense of why the na-baron's feral cannibal troupe are now dressed in fine clothing and following the na-baronness around

you enjoy their company - they brighten your day considerably, and are not afraid to make remarks a little too loudly in front of nobles

you have to hide your laughter when one of them comments on the scruffy facial hair of the duke addressing feyd, even more so when he stares at them wide eyed, a little fearful of them

in a way, they protect you and you protect them

if a noble approaches you with disrespect, they'll joke loudly among themselves about the taste of his flesh

in the same way, if someone makes a snide remark of their presence, you're quick to challenge it

the perplexed look on feyd's face amuses you to no end when he realises they prefer you now

feyd and the harpies teach you about harkonnen culture

feyd especially tells you stories about how he hunted on forests long cut down when he was a boy, and you love to listen to him, watching his face and drinking in the softer, nostalgic tone in his voice

he shows himself to you in little ways

feyd complains to you about the nobles in the court, how he hates their decorum and their entitlement

he talks to you for hours about different fighting forms, occasionally getting up to demonstrate them to you, and you marvel at the accuracy and fluidity of his movements

he takes you to his favourite parts of giedi prime, shows you the volcanoes and the less polluted parts of the capital city

he tells you the story of every scar on his body, and you find yourself captivated by the look in his eyes as he recalls a good fight

he whispers on your skin promises - promises of love, sweet on his tongue but never cloying, always true

in turn he asks you about your old life, about your home planet and your family

you answer happily, loving the way his eyes follow you, their blue tone becoming your favourite colour

you tell him about the time you visited to see him fight, how you saw the fire within him even then, and he chuckles, enthralled by the idea that even when the two of you were too young to really comprehend what your arranged marriage meant, you were still drawn to each other

he tells you how when he raised his knife, victorious, he spotted you in the crowd - a small girl, her back ram rod straight - and thought you were the sweetest thing he'd ever laid his eyes on

not that you seemed breakable to him; no, he thought you were formidable, too, not even bothering to hide your frown in an arena of cheering, happy faces

it felt right that he would marry a woman who wasn't afraid of him

feyd teaches you how to fight

he delights in the way you grow so bold with him, delivering snarky remarks if he teases you, rising to meet everything he throws at you

you're a good fighter - unpredictable in your moves - and he's immeasurably proud that he was the one who taught you

sometimes, once you're good enough to duel, you'll end up staggering to the nearest somewhat secluded area to fuck

now that you know you're not alone, you're so confident of yourself, confident in the electrifying look in your eyes and confident in the way you make him beg

feyd never thought he'd like to give up control, but with you it's addicting

he trusts you

he lets you ravage him, lets you use him until he's spent, panting, thighs shaking, knowing that you would let him do the same - knowing that you do let him do the same

there's something so raw about letting himself go in your touch

his head spins when you tie him up, your deft fingers checking the knots and tightening the bindings across his torso, making art with his skin as the canvas

feyd is addicted to you in every aspect

he can't get enough of your pussy; he'd spend hours between your legs, pulling sounds out of you that you didn't know you could make

he thinks that the closest he's ever come to heaven is when he's buried balls deep in your cunt while you beg him harder, faster

A/N: i couldn't choose between these two scenarios so have both

EITHER after almost a year, you begin to wonder why you haven't pregnant

especially with the way feyd fucks you

so you seek the help of a doctor - the test results come back a week after, accusatory, damning

you're sterile

your first reaction is to tell feyd, but once you find yourself face to face with him, his gaze concerned as he holds your waist, you can't tell him

you just fall into his arms, staying your tears, doubts crawling into your skull and gnawing at the edges of your mind

you can't give him an heir

there's no way around it

what if he takes a concubine? what if he realises you serve no purpose to him? what if he stops loving you?

feyd doesn't pry about the tests results until the next day when he finds you in the shower, hands trembling and head bowed

he tips your chin up so he can look you in the eye

'tell me what troubles you, my love.'

so you do, with his fingers curled around your waist, the shower water running over your skin

he kisses you once you finish, and it tears at his heart the way you're looking up at him, trying to hide the worry in your eyes as you wait for his reply

feyd doesn't mince his words when he tells you that he doesn't care if you cannot give him an heir, that all he asks of you is to let him love you - it's then that the tears fall, and he kisses them away, holding you close to him

you grieve for the children you can never have, but feyd remains by you, almost supernatural with the way he senses your pain

your gaze might fall upon one of the servant's children, causing an ache in your heart, and within a few seconds his fingers will twine with yours and he'll tuck you into his side, kissing your hair

OR you have twins: one girl, one boy

the girl is three minutes older than the boy

feyd is obssessed with your pregnant body; he always has his hands on you in some way

he gets more protective, if that's possible

sometimes he lies between your thighs, his palms spread over your stomach as he talks to the two of them, and the softness and wonder in his eyes brings a warmth to your chest

feyd is with you when you feel the first contraction and promptly carries you to the midwives

he lets you crush his hand in your grip as you give birth to the lives you've made together, wiping the sweat off your forehead and quietly encouraging you

the first time you hand them to him to hold, he's hesitant, hands fluttering over you as he figures out what to do, but he's a fast learner

there's a fierce protective glint in his eyes when he cradles them in his arms, one that you glimpse when he looks at you too, and within it there's a deep, pure joy

he teaches them how to fight, and yet he's still so gentle with them, laughing as they giggle and cling to him, one latched onto each leg

the girl is how you'd imagine feyd was as a boy: half feral, yet charming when she wants to be, while the boy is a little calmer, more unflappable, and happy to entertain his sister's mischievous endeavours

both love the harpies, and there have been multiple times when you walk in on the twins gaping wide eyed at the harpies as they regale them with old tales

sometimes, feyd will scoop them up, one in each arm, so they can reach up and give you a little kiss on the cheek before he pecks your lips

you think it's beautiful, the family that you've made with him

feyd loves the way you look at him, with that mischief in your eyes, as if you're sharing a secret with him

he loves your sweet laughter, the softness in your hands when you touch him and how you don't shy away from protecting him, defiant even in his uncle's presence

he knows he would kill for you, die for you - he'd do anything for you

you would do the same: it makes feyd's head fuzzy, when you get so fiercely protective over him, placing your hand on his shoulder as you glare at the baron, lacing your words with venom when you address him

you'd stop at nothing, just to protect his honour

when you're after something, nothing stands in your way, and yet you can handle him with such soft, gentle hands, banishing his nightmares with the light tracing of your fingertips on his back

feyd heals in your presence, and you grow in his

your love is eternal

[coqvttes]

୨୧― leon k. can’t keep my hands to myself

୨୧˚ synopsis: even if it means he turns up to the station late, rookie leon just can’t leave for work without satisfying his needy girl can he..?

୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw 16+ only, p in v, finger-sucking, petnames, some aftercare, nipple-play, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!leon, marking, creampie, softie leon, lmk if i forgot anything!

୨୧˚ wc: 1.8k

leon had only just started his job, and yet almost every day, he is late to work. always turning up at the station in a rush, hair in an absolute state, uniform messy. and who’s to blame? you. his needy girlfriend, who just can’t get enough of him.

and today he was definitely going to be late. as the sun, shining through the curtains, illuminating leon as he got ready to go to the station, he woke up late this morning. he really tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake you from you sleep, wanting you to get some rest. but his shuffling stirred you awake either way, and you didn’t really mind, you enjoyed watching him get ready. but you were enjoying yourself a bit too much. seeing him walk around the apartment shirtless was entertaining, but it also got you wet. he hadn’t noticed you were awake and he was just about to grab his keys but there you were, yawning as you sat up on the bed, pouting at him. 

“leonn, don’t go just yet,” you plead. upon hearing your voice calling out to him, he turns around, lets out a low chuckle at your cute face, and walks over to where you sit on the edge of the bed before he cups your cheek, thumb caressing you tenderly. you nuzzle into his hand, and he smiles at your antics.

“baby, you know i don’t want to, but i’ll be late for work again. i got in trouble last time, you know?” he reasons as he raises a brow. but you know he’s not actually mad, and he shows you by leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead as if to make up for having to go to work.

“pleeease, don’t wan’ you to go yet,” you whine as he stands back up. you grab his hand and tug him towards you.

“i’ll be-” you interrupt him as you bring his hand to your mouth and kiss his palm. you start peppering kisses over his fingers before taking one in your mouth, sucking it gently as you gaze up at him. leon’s breath hitches as he takes in the sight, his pants straining while he tries to maintain his composure. he feels really bad. the last thing he wants to do is leave you on your own and go to work; he'd rather stay in with you. you let go of his finger with a pop, shuffling further into the bed as you lean back against the soft pillows. giving him that look that he just can’t deny.

“the bed is colder without you to keep me warm, leon..” he stood still, unsure of what to do, but felt himself harden slightly at your words. surely he could spare a few minutes to satisfy his girl, because he can’t turn up to work with a hard on, could he?

he climbs onto the bed in front of you. he slides his right hand slowly up your thigh to the waistband of your sleep shorts. he smirks as he dips his fingers into your shorts when he feels the wetness over your clothed cunt.

“so wet for me, aren’t ya?” he groans, and you buck up into his hand when he rubs your clit over the cotton of your panties. he smiles at your reaction.

“you’re so beautiful, you know,” he whispers.

“take it off, leon,” you beg, your eyes gazing into his ocean blue ones. your lips parted slightly because of how much you wanted to kiss him right now.

“say please, baby,” he teases when he notices your impatience. he pulls on your panties slightly before letting it snap back gently against your cunt and you whine.

“please leon. wan’ you to stop teasing me,” you cry. he smiles before slipping off your shorts and panties. he pushes himself up a bit to kiss you passionately, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in a little closer. you kiss him back fervently while his rough hands sneak up under your cute top, and he groans softly into your mouth when he feels your nipples harden under his gentle touch. he teases your sensitive nipples, pinching, twisting, and toying with them until you can’t help but mewl into his mouth.

“p-please,” you beg pathetically, arching your back and pushing your chest up into his hands. you wriggle your lower body closer to him, pressing against his clothed dick.

“you’re such a good girl, aren’t ya, always asking so nicely,” he coos before he pushes your top over your tits and leans down to kiss the valley between your breasts. he envelopes your nipple in his hot mouth and coats it in his saliva, kissing it tenderly. he smiles when you let out a soft moan. he sits back up on his knees and pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. he pulls them down along with his briefs, just under his cock.

you can't help but let out a moan when he finally pulls his dick out, oozing out pre-cum. gosh he wants you just as much as you want him so badly. you reach out your small hand to pump him a few times. he groans softly before replacing your hand with his, sliding it up and down, then guiding himself towards your leaking entrance. he grabs both of your legs and wraps them around his waist. you lock them tightly around him, keeping him as close to you as possible.

“my good girl,” he whispers when his tip presses against your wet slit before sliding in slowly. you moan out and reach for him desperately. he leans down closer and kisses you lovingly. you're moaning as he pushes his length in deeper until he finally bottoms out. the stretch always hurts a bit. you hold your breath unknowingly as you try to relax around him. he notices you tense up and comforts you.

“just breathe, baby,” he whispers comfortingly as his thumb rests on your bottom lip, parting it slightly. he stays like that for a few seconds, kissing and sucking your neck to let you adjust to his size, before you manage to ask him to move. he smiles before he pulls out and pushes in slowly. you gasp at the sudden pleasure, and your hands fly up to grasp onto his broad shoulders tightly as he continues to fuck you in a perfect rhythm. he holds eye contact with you for a few moments before you dip your head into his neck, kissing and marking him up, causing him to moan loudly. you smile at his reaction. you always adore how you can make a strong man like leon crumble for you. you look at the dark mark appearing on his neck, satisfied. but you're snapped out of your trance when a particular thrust hits your sweet spot and you whimper. your warm cunt squeezes around him so perfectly, and he lets a moan slip out, his pace speeding up slightly.

the pleasure continues to build up, and the pain begins to fade away completely. your eyes are shut as you get lost in the ecstasy, giving leon full control to make you feel good. “f-faster!” you whine, and he obliges as always, quickening his pace, thrusting in and out of you, grunting in pleasure. he loves it when you get needy for him like this. knowing that only he can get you all worked up and desperate. he pushes in and out of you, and it just feels so good that he simply can’t hold back his low whimpers and moans. but you love it so much. love the sounds you can pull from him in these intimate moments, and it’s just the same for him too. he loves the little noises you make. those whimpers and little gasps. he could get off on them alone. (oh he has before...)

leon pounds into your cunt, whispering dirty words in your ear that he knows you love, and you look him right in the eyes. your fingers tug and tangle in his blonde hair. he can tell you’re close by how high-pitched your moans are, and his fingers move down to your sensitive clit, rubbing it gently in circular motions. you mewl softly as the pleasure begins to get overwhelming and your fingers slide up to your chest toy with your nipples, adding more stimulation, and you begin to feel your orgasm approaching. he nearly cums at the sight of you making yourself feel good like that, but he does his best to hold back, wanting you to finish first as always.

you feel the pleasure taking over you, and with a moan of his name, your climax washes over you, your legs closing around him tight, pulling him flush against your chest, and he leans down to kiss you hard. your arms drape over his neck. his orgasm approaches, and he lets out a loud, broken moan. his thrusts are losing rhythm as you feel his warm cum fill you up. he smiles down at you and presses his lips against yours softly.

you’re practically panting as he sits back up, kissing your knees before he’s pulling out of you slowly, and you whine at the loss of his warmth. he smiles at that before he gets up to retrieve a cloth from the bathroom before coming back to wipe you down. he always takes such good care of you; even when he's late for work, he never fails to make sure you're okay. sliding your panties back on and patting your cunt gently, he notices your pout.

“come on, princess, let me see that smile,” he says. you don't give in and continue to pout at him. in an attempt to make you smile, he starts to tickle your side, and you squirm in the bed, giggling wildly and smacking his hands away. he grins triumphantly. he chuckles, “i gotta get to work now." he gets off the bed and grabs his shirt that he tossed to the floor earlier and slips it back on over his head, pulling it down and covering up his toned abs that you desperately yearn to get a glimpse of again. he picks up his car keys from the bedside table that's beside you and leans down to press a quick kiss on your forehead.

"i promise i will take care of you tonight, angel," he says as he turns to face you from the door. you smile as you take in his messy yet handsome appearance just as he was leaving, his hair disheveled, his flyer unzipped, and a dark hickey blooming on his neck that he had yet to notice. oh dear, he was definitely getting into trouble at the station today...

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[drewsarms]

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི A little of the writing was inspired by this post!! For my baby @shawtycoreee !!! I hope you guys enjoy! Send me some asks too!!

𐙚: hick!rafe x toots!reader get into a fight and make up

𐙚 : warnings: violence (fighting), angst, use of “daddy” , faux fucking, 18+ mdni !!

From the moment you woke up you were ready to get on your man’s last nerve. To be fair he wasn’t paying a lot of attention to you lately. Going out with his friends. Coming home drunk. Not listening to when you’re yapping about god knows what. It’s not that you didn’t trust him or had concerns of if he didn’t love you. He was a sweetheart to you in every way possible. You got to see a side of him that no one else did. But something was off and you had to know what the problem was.

Rafe was working late tonight. By the time he got home you’d usually be in bed but tonight was different. You wanted to let him know just how much he pissed you off. When he pulls up in the driveway he was surprised to see all the lights still on. He hurried inside to see if anything was wrong.

“Baby, uh, you there?” Nothing. He walks further into the house and sees you sitting on the kitchen counter. “You didn’t hear me come in Toots?” You didn’t answer him. You knew just how to piss Rafe off and that was not answering his questions. He drops his bags and walks towards you. “You know I don’t like that shit. I asked you a question goddammit.” He points a finger in your face. You look away. He puts his finger on your chin and you push him away. “You know what fuck this shit.” You jump off the kitchen counter following him around the corner. “Where the hell are you going?” You say throwing your arms up in the air. Your voice starts breaking. “To fucking relax. I can’t deal with this shit right now.” Tears start to form in your eyes. To think that he didn’t even want to talk this through hurted you even more. “What shit are you referring to? Since we’re on the subject I can’t deal with your shit anymore either.” He turns around and raises an eyebrow. “Hey! You better watch your fucking tone little girl. I am not in the fucking mood.” He says walking towards you. Backing you against the wall. “I don’t give a fuck what mood you’re in. You’re pissing me off and I want to talk to you about it.” Rafe rolls his eyes at you and starts to walk away. “I really can’t fucking do this.” He mumbles. He walks to the kitchen to grab a beer and you follow right behind him. He’d be damned to think that this conversation was over. He brings the beer up to his lips and before he can take a sip you snatch it throwing it against the wall making a mess. “You’re such a fucking dick!” When you turn away you can hear him unbuckling his belt. It made you even more pissed if he thought sex was going to be the answer to the argument. You were caught by surprise when you felt the cool leather snap hard against your ass making you jump. Before you could turn around Rafe grabs you by your neck. His mustache tickling your ear. “You’re gonna fucking regret that.”

Rafe throws you on the bed. You can’t admit you’re a little scared. Not because you made him mad (that’s something you’re used to) but because he’s not eagerly trying to fuck some sense into you. “Get that cute ass up in the air.” In an instant you listen. He chuckles at your eagerness. He runs the cool metal of his belt buckle against your ass making you shiver. Five more harsh slaps from the belt hitting your ass filled the room. You try to apologize but all that’s coming out is whimpers and sniffles. “Quit that fucking crying Toots. Don’t act so sorry now.” A feeling of emptiness comes from behind you. You don’t feel Rafe. You start to wiggle your ass out of neediness. “D-daddy?” you say through cute little cries. You feel his jeans press against your panties. His hard cock feels like it could break through the material. He grabs your hips and starts fucking into you. He was teasing you and you hated it. “Wanna show daddy how sorry you are?” You whine as you start to twerk against his clothed dick. He slaps your already sore ass making you gasp. “Daddy please fuck me! Please!” You look back at him and he has this sinister look in his eyes. His once bright blue eyes turning dark. It turned you on and scared you. “Uh uh I thought I was such a dick shug?” He looks down at you backing your ass up against his dick. “Doesn’t seem like it’s a bad thing now does it? Not with the way you’re shaking your ass against me.” After what felt like hours of torture you finally heard him unbuckle his belt. “Get those fucking panties off.” You eagerly reach back and yank them off spreading your legs even more so he can have a perfect view and easy access to your pussy. You can feel him line his self up with your entrance. Rubbing at your leaking, sensitive clit. You start to kick your feet in protest. Desperately trying to push his cock in your pussy by backing up against him. “Daddy! I’m sorry please I won’t act up again! Just please fuck me-“ Your little fit turned into moans as he pushed himself all the way inside of you. Every time he fucked you his dick felt bigger and bigger. “I don’t want to hear your whining and shit ever again. When I come home I want you to be my good little girl. You don’t ask me questions. You don’t get mad if I’m at work all day. You got that?” You nod your head in agreement. The pleasure becoming too much for you to speak. He pulls out and starts rubbing your clit. “I asked you a question angel.” You look back at him with teary eyes. You reach for his face giving him the most desperate and sloppy kiss. A string of spit connecting your swollen lips together. “Yes daddy! I understand! I’ll be your good girl!!” He gives you a sweet kiss to your forehead before sticking his cock back in and filling up your sweet cunt.

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As the two of you layed in bed together he realized he never got an answer out of you. “Baby you awake?” he asks in a whisper. “Barley,” you managed to say in your sleepy voice. “I guess I did fuck you good then.” The both of you laugh. “But uh, nah you-you never told me what the problem was.” You sigh as you sit up to look at him. Tears start to form into your eyes. “I never complain because I know you do so much for me. I hate to seem so ungrateful but sometimes you don’t listen to me. Sometimes I never get to see you. I just love you so much and I don’t want to loose you.” You can hear Rafe sniffle. He sits up now holding you in his arms. “Toots. I can’t promise you everything in the world but what I can promise you is that I am never leaving. I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. I need you beside me. You’re all I have. I’d be a goddamn fool to ever let you leave. I love you more than you’ll ever know. Tell what I need to do to make it up to you.” You look up at him. Your tears still flowing because he’s never really this vulnerable. “Mmm, $300 dollars every week?!” The two of you laugh as he pushes your head back into the pillow, laying back down next to you. He kisses your temple. “You got it sugar.”

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[emmyrosee]

Hey if you’re ever not busy can you do a Suna fic where he just got his wisdom teeth removed😭I’ve seen it done on so many haikyuu characters but Suna and I think it’s so cute. You also write him the best😓

THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS AND THE ADORABLE PROMPT 😭💖💖💖

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The nurse told you that they’d used a strong anesthetic because of how impacted his teeth were, but when it took them quite a few times to finally wake him up, you knew you were in for a ride.

Rintaro always hated the dentist. Always. He blames it on childhood trauma (he didn’t have any. He never brushed his teeth and that was his problem) but up until last night, months after his dentist told him he’d need an extraction as soon as possible, he’d been trying to get out of it.

Deep down, seeing him so relaxed in the chair was a relief. The teeth were out, now he has to heal. Easy enough.

You smile as you make your way over to his slowly waking body, taking his hand gently in yours to be the first thing when he woke up. Kissing the knuckles finally had him stirring, and he blinked those bleary green eyes open at you, you practically saw the hearts forming in them.

“Morning, sunshine,” you coo, moving your free hand over to card the messy locks of hair from his face. “How do you feel?”

He tries to speak, but it comes out as a croaky ‘guhhh’ and from a few feet away, the nurse chuckles.

“He’ll have some nasty cotton mouth- literally- for the next few days, but communication should be normal as he starts to wake up,” she says, snapping the gloves off her hands. Then, she passes you the care directions, “no rush. If you need anything, just press the buzzer.” At this point, Rintaro has taken the liberty of grabbing all the gauze he can to put in his mouth. You assume it’s to absorb all the spittle.

“No, no honey,” you chuckle, gently grabbing his hands and pulling the damp cloth out easily. “Be careful. We can change your gauze when we get home.”

“I ‘ont wonna shange my gods,” he mumbles, resting his hands on yours. “‘Ike my gods.”

“Gauze, baby,” you titter. You lean over to plant some kissed onto his forehead, hoping your affections will ease him back more. “The nurse said you might be woozy when you stand, so let’s take it slow okay?”

“Yesh, bosh,” he slurs out. He blinks his foggy eyes before letting them wander around the room, over the sharp objects and wooden cupboards, all before wandering back to you. They widen before a brow quirks in confusion, "who're you 'gain?"

"Me?" You snicker. "I'm the one who's gonna keep you alive for the next few days. Your parents are away, so you're stuck with me." You turn your head slightly, "though that may be the other way around."

"Keep me 'live?" Now, he gives you a small, messy smirk. "'re too schexy to keep me 'live."

"Are you hitting on me?"

He doesn't answer you. Instead, he lets out a small string of laughter, head rolling around his neck in haze. You snort before opting to move him up and out of the room, "come on Romeo. Before you pass out on me."

"nuh-uh," he argues. You, however, choose to ignore him.

It's hard to pay attention when there's a pile of 185 centimeter man on your right shoulder, saying goodbye to every hygienist, dentist, secretary, patron, and flower on the sidewalk on the way to the car. There's a slurp from the spittle in his mouth that rings in your ear and makes you want to gag, but you chose to count some of your blessings.

He's at least mobile- unlike the horror stories you've heard about Osamu falling asleep in the seat while Atsumu wailed about the bandaid on his arm.

Finally, you and your oaf are able to make it to the car, his eyes closed in an attempt to sleep, and you jostle him awake slightly.

"I need you to work with me just a bit longer, okay?"

"When'd we get ousside?" He slurs.

"Not long after you said goodbye to the flowers," you say, rolling your eyes. "Watch your head, babe."

He ducks under your guiding palm, but you're not fast enough before he bumps the crown of his head against the door frame, mumbling a soft "ow" before moving on. It takes everything in your power to not laugh at his poor expense.

"It's because you've got such a big melon head, booger," you tease, and he smiles softly.

"'Ike mewons."

"I know baby."

You buckle him in before closing the door. You give yourself a stretch before heading to the driver's side.

You hadn't had him out of your sight for 25 seconds before you open the door and see him with your chapstick, completely rolled up and making a move towards his mouth.

He's either eating it, or trying to apply it.

Neither sounds like a good idea.

“Rintaro!” You scold, reaching for the chapstick. “You can’t eat that! You’ll get sick!”

“You’re th'ick,” he grumbles, but he does release his hold on your chapstick. His head thunks back against the headrest, letting you buckle while he says one more round of goodbyes to the flowers.

"Gonna nap," he murmurs, and you chose not to fight him on it. "Don't pick mah nothe."

"Why the hell would I do that?" You ask, laughing as you start the car.

He doesn't answer you. He's too busy letting his jaw slack open and let out the wheeziest of snores. You put your hand on his thigh and squeeze lovingly, allowing the hum of the engine and warmth from the sun lull him to sleep.

He's out, he's comfortable, and you can't wait to tell him about how, even drugged out of his mind, he still tried to put the moves on you.

You'll have to leave out the head smacking, though. Let him blame himself for that bruising.

[itsabouttimex2]

Well I just woke up terrible after being drunk last night.so since I expect reader to probably be a teen and what

do we teens do,we party and drink.what about reader before being kiddnapped show up to a hangout with a headache,they causally say it’s because they were drunk.Wukong and Macaque reactions

Drunk Teen Reactions:

Ol’ Sun Wukong is not stupid, kiddo. This simian picks up on your “shitfaced” status the moment he eyes you wobbling through the front door, lurched forward and clutching at your forehead.

He’s not stupid. But stupidly well can this old pilgrim can act the part.

“Hey, kiddo! Bump your head, huh?” He casually asks, eyeing the redness of your eyes, whiffing the vomit on your breath.

Already, something in him is stirring, a protective rumbling emanating from deep inside his chest.

(How dare your parents let you do this to yourself? How could they let you drink, let you leave the house in this condition?)

Sun Wukong spits out a chuckle and comes over to swing an arm over your shoulders, a motion that he forces to be casual when something inside starts to scream at him to take your neck between his hands and start throttling a home address out of your mouth.

Instead, he leads the way back to his cozy little couch and nudges you down, grabbing a thin blanket and wrapping it around you.

“Why don’t you sit here and let me get you a drink? Something tells me you need lots of water, bud!”

“Hmmm,” you mumble, stirring the sounds on your tongue like a cocktail. “Kay. M’really tired, Monkey King. Headache, y’know,” you lie, smiling weakly up at the blur of ginger fur.

“I know it, bud!” The king lies back, your falsehoods exchanging easily. ‘You’re a kid’, he reminds himself. ‘No need to get angry.’

“So, buddy, why’d ya wanna hang out today, if you weren’t feeling so hot?

“Just wanted to,” is your next lie, lazy and relaxed. The discontent it inspires in him motivates the crushing of a little white pill in his hand, then a subtle palm tip that spills grainy powder into your coming-up cup of water.

He circles the counter twice, giving you a moment to laugh at his “pointless” pacing.

Giving the pill particles a moment to dissolve.

Then he’s right beside you, one hand squeezing your shoulder as he nudged the glass rim to your lips.

“Here,” Wukong softly offers, tilting the cup.

Too drunken to sniff out the still-melting grains of white at the bottom, you eagerly down as much water as possible.

And a sudden surge of drowsiness hits you, knocking you clean off of feet that you aren’t even standing on.

Then a sharp swell of delayed nausea blooms in your stomach and ripples to the back of your throat, a few moments after Wukong scoops you up.

Shifting and shuffling about until he’s got you comfortably nestled to his chest, Wukong finally smiles, leaning in to nuzzle your cheek:

“C’mon, bud- I’m gonna take you home.”

“Hey, Uncle Mac? S’it getting, uh, I dunno… hot in here…? My head’s dripping sweat. N’ my hand are real clammy. And my ears hurt.”

Yeah, your ass is cooked.

Maybe if you were a little less talkative, a little more alert, a little less unsteady- you might have been able to fool the sable simian.

But Macaque doesn’t need any kind of mystical power to see through your bullshit.

“Uh-huh. Yeah, the room is too hot, too bright, too loud. And you’re the only one complaining about it,” he snaps, poking your stomach with a clawed finger.

“You think you’re fooling me? I’m not one of your idiot friends, Y/N! You aren’t gonna trick me with a half-baked lie, and I’m not-“

“M’gonna puke,” you whimper aloud, cutting the monkey off as he leaps from the couch and goes racing for a trash bin.

Macaque can act villainous all he’d like- and to be fair, he is a pretty awful and unrepentant person (why do the Monkie Kids let him stick around, you sometimes wonder) - but you turn him soft faster than sunlight melts shadows.

The Mystic Monkey rounds the corner with a little round bin, the metal shielded by a plastic bag that lines the rim.

Into your hands is the cylinder shoved, Macaque roughly slapping at your back in an awkward attempt to comfort you.

With an awfully unpleasant sound from the deepest confines of your throat, the contents of your stomach promptly upended into the sack.

No food. Just a puddle of sticky dark liquid.

“You have been drinking,” he hisses, now that you really have no ground to deny him. Really, you didn’t to begin with, but there was always plausible deniability to invoke.

“J-just a few. Tried something-“

Another splatter of rough and thick bile, stained brown with what he’s starting to think is rum.

He sighs and folds up his arms unhappily, tapping a glossy black boot against the floor. “Y/N. That stuff was way too strong for you, no matter what it was.”

“Mh-hm, I know. M’not gonna- eugh. M’not gonna do it again, promise.”

“No, you won’t,” he confirms, grabbing the scruff of your shirt and yanking it upwards. He’s strong enough to boost you free of the floor, stomping to a spare room. His tail snags the trash bin without trouble, hauling the soiled cylinder along with your prone and dangling form.

“In fact,” he tacks on, grimacing at the strong scent your breath carries, “you aren’t going to do anything. I’m grounding you for a week- and I’m taking your phone. tough luck, kiddo.”

He tosses you onto a bed that rises only a few inches off the ground, slinging a few blankets around your shaking form.

“Phone. Now.”

Fishing the little device from your pocket, you quickly it into the Macaque’s hand- he’s never been this stern with you before. Honestly? It kind of scares you.

A beep sounds, catching your attention- already, the ancient demon is initiating a call.

“Listen close- no, you don’t know me, no, Y/N isn’t hurt. They’re tired and sick -shut up and listen- they’re tired and sick and staying at my place tonight. I don’t care. They’re staying until this sickness passes. Don’t call back.”

(Realms above and below, it hurts to play the “no violence” card here, even though he was just saving it for later. What Macaque really wants to do is quietly follow you home and destroy every cubic ounce of alcohol inside. And then maybe grind your irresponsible parents against the floor after he’s coated it in glass shards.)

He hits the “end call” button with a little too much force, dangerously straining the phone’s screen. Thankfully, it leaves no cracks or scratches.

Macaque turns back to you with a frown, shaking his head- only to soften slight when the sight of your nauseated and quivering form fills his eyes.

“Don’t… don’t give me those puppy-dog eyes, Y/N. You can’t… ugh, fine. I’ll get you something to drink.”

He stomps off to the kitchen immediately, fighting back the urge to comfort you. Just water. And some crackers. And then he’ll let you stew in that little bed for a few hours with your filthy trash bin.

Maybe the wretched smell and lack of painkillers will teach you a lesson. Or it’ll leave you vulnerable and quaky, desperate for attention and affection.

Thinking on the possibilities, Macaque pulls the guest-room key from his pocket, twirling it around in one hand.

It was going to be nice, having you all to himself.

It was going to be even nice getting your parents out of the picture.

[angelhunxoxo]

✩Tom kaulitz x reader smut✩

This was absolutely not what you needed to see first thing in the morning.

You and Tom had dated 2009 to 2011,and even through the breakup there was no hard feelings on either side and you had continued your friendship.

So where the fuck did this video come from??

Warnings ✮:Smut yay!!Leaked sextape,fingering,praising,probably some errors I was doing 3 things at once while I wrote this,guys this is a little embarrassing ngl I’m a little embarrassed😞

You groaned as you woke up to your being blown up with notifications,your first thought had been someone calling you but to your surprise,it was your social media comments being raided on well..everything.

Your Instagram,your TikTok,your Twitter,even your damn Facebook,you were getting a million comments a minute and even a few of your friends had messaged you, including Tom.

‘Have you seen it?’

‘Seen what?’

He didn’t respond and instead just sent you a link to a Twitter post, your eyes widening as you saw the video you had taken so many years ago..

You were sat on the bed of the hotel room,in between Tom’s legs,wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of lace panties. His hand ran up your thigh as his chin rested against your shoulder, making eye contact with the camera. His hand traveled up a little more as he snapped the waist band of your panties, making your breath hitch.

“Hurry up..” you mumbled with annoyance at how he was taking his time, build up was stupid in this case, the video was just for the two of you anyway…or it was supposed to be.

He chuckled at your reaction, his hand moving to lift your thighs up as he slid your underwear down to your knees, revealing your glistening wet pussy to the camera. “There we go” he said, and you saw his smirk in the camera.

His hand traced over your thigh and you could see him trace his name with his pointer finger which made you roll your eyes,”Take your time,why don’t you?” You murmured sarcastically as he kissed your neck lightly.

“Maybe I will since you wanna keep rushing me.” He teased, his hand finally reaching down as he traced the outline of your pussy with his ring and middle finger, gathering some of the slick that coated it before wiping it on your thigh as he snickered when you let out a groan of annoyance.

“Okay okay,I get it” He chuckled, his fingers dipping into your cunt,wasting no time in making sure he was knuckle deep. You bit your lip as your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned softly, Tom tapped your thigh lightly with his free hand,”Eyes on the camera,baby.” He instructed,his words lightly muffled against the skin of your shoulder.

His calloused fingers pumped in and out of your hole as his thumb rubbed your clit lazily. You could feel his clothed dick twitch slightly as it was pressed against your back. You whimpered as you felt his fingers curl against your g-spot,your eyes looking down to see how his fingers slid in and out of you in the camera. “Look at how well your pretty pussy is taking my fingers,’been waiting all day for this,hm?”

You nodded as your lips parted slightly,breathing deeply as you moaned. “mmh- yes..” you breathed out,your cheeks flushed. You felt yourself get closer and your walls tighten around Tom’s fingers. He could tell how close you were as he continued to rub your clit. “Don’t cum yet babygirl,you can hang on for a little bit longer,right?” He teased.

Your hips bucked against his hand as he began to thrust his fingers deeper and faster. Your head dropped slightly as you felt yourself get closer to the edge. Tom tsk’d as he grabbed your chin with his free hand,forcing your head up as he made you look at the camera while he squeezed your cheeks.

“Good girl..take it just like that.” He whispered into your ear as your hand moved to grip his wrist as your walls convulsed around his digits,your eyes squeezing shut as you got closer to your release. His fingers pushed in deeper and his fingers curled and uncurled rapidly causing your thighs to tremble as your breathing picked up.

Tom let out a small grunt as he felt you clench,”Don’t.” He warned but the way his rough fingers felt inside of you,seeing how they slid into you in the camera and his breathing tickling your neck pushed you over the edge. Biting down harshly on your lip as you came on his fingers,arching your back against him as you cried his name out in pleasure.

He let out a sound of annoyance, “You just don’t listen,do you?” He asked as he pulled his fingers out your pussy with a small squelch-y noise. He ran them back up your folds collecting your fluids before bringing them up to your lips, ”Open.” He said, to which you quickly obliged, opening your mouth as he shoved his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck off your own juices while he unbuckled his belt with his free hand.

He pulled his fingers away from your mouth before slamming his lips against yours and-

That was all you needed to see before exiting out the video,you already knew how it ended anyway; you,a sobbing and drooling overstimulated mess. At least your boobs were covered.

[itzpookiepooh]

Protection

(Not part of the revenge plot)

Do not copy my work

Summary: In which Josh protects you.

You spent the night running for your life. You were exhausted and out of breath. Ashley and Chris were gone, you saw it yourself. The killer had been trying to catch you since then. You were hiding in a room ducked off in the corner of the loft. Your heart wouldn’t stop beating so painfully. You tried to think of rational reasons why the killer was going so hard on you after taking your friends.

The floor creaks outside the door as you watched from the cracks between the closet door and clothes. The closet was in between a partial wall and the main wall making it look like it wasn’t even there. You thought this was perfect and safe since perhaps the killer didn’t know the lodge like you did.

The shadow danced around the room. Heavy footsteps making you nearly shake in fear. You could only hope you were free when the footsteps walked out of the room. You waited patiently hoping you could escape. Once you felt like you waited long enough you quietly slipped out of the wardrobe and tiptoed to the door.

You didn’t get it open before you were grabbed from behind. Your screams muffled as the killed wrapped his hand around your mouth. You put your feet on the door and push off causing you both to tumble to the floor. You try to scramble away only to have your ankle grabbed. Your body fell from under you making you crash onto the edge of the bed. The killer straddled you, holding your wrists in his large hands.

“Please, please, please don’t do this.” You whimpered tears pouring down your cheeks.

“Such a sweet baby bird. Why would I hurt you?” The voice distorted and a hand moving your now poofed up bang from your face. The sweat from running getting to your hair.

He grabs the mask forcing it over your face. You thrash screaming for Josh to help you. For anyone to help you but no one else was in the lodge except for you and him. Your body becomes weaker as you slowly stop kicking your legs and throwing your head around. Your eyes drift apart staring at the grotesque mask above you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered before you completely blacked out. Your body fell limp on the bed. He climbs off of you and admires your sleeping figure. He carries you into the depths of this lodge. A place only he knows.

When you woke up you were strapped to a chair. Your neck was cramped from you being slumped over for so long. You look around a bright light illuminating the room. Your retinas burn from the sudden light as you wince away from it. You hear heavy footsteps approaching making your body still. You began tugging at the zip ties praying it would snap. The killer stood in front of you, his head tilted to the right.

“Please let me go!” You scream as he continues to stalk towards you. He stopped in front of your feet and chuckles before taking the mask off.

Josh?

Joshua Washington?

“Josh? What—“ He being laughing but you couldn’t find the joke.

He crouched down his arms on his knees. A small smile graced his lips as he caresses your face. Your breathing was shaky as you stared at his features. Was this really Josh? Your Josh? You knew everything with his sisters took a toll on him but this was a lot even for you. What was going on right now?

“You don’t understand how special you are to me.” He chuckles before standing up straight. You eye him as he circles you.

“I can’t let you get in the middle of it. So you’ll stay here where you’re safe.” He said softly. Your look of confusion deepens.

“Everything was you?” You say breathlessly. He nods triumphantly with his hands behind his back.

“Bingo.” His tone so confident. Everything going along with his master plan.

What could possibly be going through his brain right now? Revenge. For what they did. The evil that prank was sending his sisters over the edge. Literally. The fake remorse and care for him. He was returning the favor.

“So what now? Josh this has gone too far!” You panic tugging against your restraints. His smile drops instantly at your statement.

“Was it too far when my sisters never returned? Was it too far when Hannah was humiliated and ran out her own home? Was it too far when they didn’t even apologize?” His voice was sinister as he got close to you.

He was right though, they couldn’t care less about the prank. You wanted to give Ashley the benefit of the doubt when you all played with the ouija board. She tried to be funny since she didn’t believe in it at first but it flew off the table scaring her. You didn’t want to believe you called the twins forward either but it was all happening so fast.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice quivered as your waterline filled up with tears.

“Oh I’m not mad at you. In fact you weren’t suppose to be there when I got Ashley and Chris.” He explained to you making you shudder. A cold feeling taking over your body.

“What?” You ask breathlessly. Were you hearing him right?

“You consoled me when I needed someone most. I could never be mad at you.” He holds your face in his hands with a small smile. He kisses your forehead softly confusing you more.

“You’re gonna stay here while I deal with the rest of them.” He explains to you before putting his mask back on and walking away.

“Josh! Josh no! Listen to me! Untie me! Joshua!” Your screams fall on deaf ears. You couldn’t get out of the restraints and stop him.

Little did you know he set up a night of horrors for your friends. This night had only just begun and Josh would make sure they felt remorse for what they had done to his sisters. The shoe was now on the other foot.

[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt 2.2

Note: Part 2.2! The Bane Incident from Kon's POV! 😁

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Two days later, Kon was back at Arkham undercover again. The Bats had caught Bane nearly 12 hours earlier after Red Hood showed up midway through the fight, lept off the overpass, and landed a blow directly to the top of Bane's head with a metal pipe on the way down. The behemoth of a man had crashed hard into the cement, immediately unconscious, and been taken directly to Arkham's medical facilities as soon as he arrived. He'd been checked over and cleared to head to his usual room in less than 15 minutes once he woke up the following afternoon.

Kon found out all of this afterwards. 

He was headed back to the briefing room for his nect assignment after lunch when he spotted four senior guards, Collins, Ryans, Dorr, and Miles, escorting Bane from medical to his usual cell. He stepped into a doorway to let them pass by before continuing on his way. Kon had spent a productive lunch break chatting with Jasmine "please don't call me Fenton" while she waited for Dr. Rylie before he had to head back to the guards room so he wouldn't be late. He'd have to make sure to catch up with Dr. Rylie on the way out at the end of the day instead, Kon mused.

There was a shout behind him. Two bodies slamming hard into the walls on either side of the hall. A rush of fabric sliding across fabric. Rapid pounding footsteps.

Kon spun letting out a gasp as he saw Bane grab Jasmine's upper arm and yank her hard enough to make her stumble. The large man turned to face the guards behind him as he pulled her firmly back against his chest. Kon had the dart gun in his hands and leveled at Bane before he even realized he was moving. Dorr and Ryans had also already done the same. Miles was scrambling to his feet, drawing both his dart gun and baton. Collins slid to the ground, right shoulder visibly dislocated from hitting the wall at the wrong angle but he drew his tranquilizer dart gun as well.

"Weapons down or I'll snap her skinny little neck." Bane growled out, shaking Jasmine as emphasis. Her braid swung from the force of it. 

Kon expected her to panic. He was panicking; a full grown, fully recognized superhero. Of course, he expected her to panic.

But Jasmine didn't. 

Her expression smoothed out turning from barely-there surprise to blank calm in the span of a few seconds. Her breathing stayed deep and even. Her heart beat steady was steady. Was she in some kind of shock? But he had never heard of someone reacting like that to shock before.

"Back up! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie shouted to Kon and the other guards from where he had pressed himself against the wall on the opposite side from Bane. He must have been just a few steps ahead of Jasmine.

"She's my student! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie screamed again. His voice high pitched with fear for his intern. 

Kon didn't know what to do. From the way Ryans and Dorr were exchanging looks, he wasn't sure they knew what the best approach was in this situation either. Of the five of them, Ryans was the most senior guard but he wasn't one of the six guards trained for hostage negotiations either. None of the scenarios they had trained for would work here. Jasmine was too similar in height to Bane for a good shot and a single tranquilizer wouldn't knock him out anyway. They couldn't possibly circle around behind him in this narrow hallway either.

Kon could practically taste the panic building in the air. The tension was rising. If he didn't think fast someone else was going to make the first move and Jasmine would get hurt and -

She sighed.

Long, heavy, and disappointed. It felt like every muscle in Kon's body locked up suddenly.

"Mr. Bane, remove your hands from my person, please. I will give you to one to comply." She said voice calm and heavy like - like she was disappointed in him?

Kon's stared at her bland expression in shock for a moment before his eyes darted back to Bane. The rogue looked momentarily stunned then started laughing.

"Five." Jasmine said, ignoring his laughter. Kon felt himself paling. His colleagues were shifting, white faced with fear as they traded glances again.

"Four." She continued. Bane snorted derisively at her.

"Did you really think that would work?" He asked. His arms tightened around her. There was no way Jasmine was getting out of this without bruises.

"Three." She said ignoring Bane's question. Holy shit. Had she lost her mind?

"What can you even do if I don't?" Bane mocked with a rabid gleam in his eye. He's going to kill her, Kon realized faintly, even if we let him go now he's going to snap her neck for this.

"Two." 

"Jasmine..." Kon whispered pained and horrified by his realization. Loosening his grip on the dart gun without meaning too. She met his gaze across the hall, eyes resolved. 

"One." She finished, brows furrowing slightly in concentration as her lips thinned, pressed together. Bane gave a derisive snort. 

And then the massive man was airborne. 

"Holy shit." Miles breathed out.

Kon stared at the crater in the floor. Collins and Dorr were absolutely silent, hearts racing in their chests. Ryans took a half step forward, heart stuttering - Kon really hoped the man wasn't about to have a heart attack because he could rush him to medical right now. Dr. Rylie was half collapsed against the wall he'd been pressing himself against a strangled sound of shock coming from his throat. Bane was embedded in the floor breath wheezing as Jasmine half knelt on top of his neck. Oh wow, Kon registered, Bane's arm is fucked.

"Now, do you know what you've done wrong?" Jasmine asked looking down at the giant.

"Yes, Ma'am." Bane choked out.

"Fucked with the wrong HBIC." Collins muttered under his breath faintly still stunned.

"Jasmine for president." Miles whispered back automatically.

"Boys," Dorr scolded as he half lowered his dart gun, shifting his weight at the same time.

"Won't be making her angry around that time of month." Ryans mumbled to himself softly enough that Kon was the only person who could have possibly heard him. 

"What did you do wrong?" Jasmine pressed. Collins choked back an inappropriate hysterical giggle at the question. Bane appeared to panic when he realized he'd have to respond. 

No wonder, Kon thought, the man literally grew up in Santa Prisca's prisons. Did he even know how to respond to -Kon choked on air - a maternal scolding?! What the ever loving fuck? He bluescreened. Stood there in the hallway, absolutely stunned, completely unaware of his surroundings as he struggled to process the fact that Jasmine was giving Bane a maternal scolding in the middle of an Arkham hallway right in front of him. Maybe I've finally gone nuts? Kon wondered. 

Jasmine gestured vaguely towards the group of them without turning to look and Kon snapped back to the present. 

"Kyle here is going to take you to see the nurse and then back to your room then. I'm sure you'll behave for him?" Oh shit, that's me she's talking about. Kon walked towards her still a bit numb.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll behave." Bane answered her. Kon watched as Jasmine stood up carefully and backed away from Bane far enough for him to pull himself out of the crater in the floor. Once he was on his feet, Kon led Bane back towards medical realizing as he did that there had been four other guards behind him this whole time.

Two of them darted forward and scooped up Collins, probably to take him to the guards medical ward along the outer wall patrol route. The other two fell in with Kon, Dorr, Miles, and Ryans. As they walked away Kon could hear Jasmine talking to Dr. Rylie.

"I'm fine, really. My mother was an extremely skilled martial artist. I've been learning from her since I started to walk." She explained honestly, trying to sooth the frazzled doctor's nerves. "I didn't know he was heavy enough to break the floor though!" Jasmine laughed. 

That - heart beat uneven, vocal cords tense - that second part was a lie.

[zeroseuniverse]

Moonstruck

Word Count: 1.2K Summary: Yuta confessing under the moonlight Genre: Fluffffffffff, hurt/comfort (minor) A/N: Jaeil doesn't exist

Yuta might literally be the cutest person she had ever met, they had been best friends for years, but as she got closer to the other NCT boys the clingier Yuta had gotten, which she didn’t mind in the slightest, it was just utterly adorable. She would move Mark's sleeves out of the way when they were at dinner to avoid food getting on them when Mark forgot to, then minutes later Yuta would be reaching with sweater paws, trying to act innocent. So she’d simply repeat the action towards Yuta with a fond smile as she watched his eyes glimmer with happiness.

Today was one of the days where he was particularly clingy, he had come home from his schedule to find her, Johnny, and Taeyong sprawled out around the living room, it seems Johnny had kicked her off of the couch partially with how she was upside down still trying to beat the two in a game, Taeyong had his head on her stomach and Johnny was simply trying to mess both of them up rather than focusing on himself winning. When the round ended the trio huffed, none of them had won, in sync all three began to stand up. They had planned to grab a snack after that round, but when their eyes landed on Yuta they could immediately sense something was off, “Yuta?” She called, trying to snap the man out of his trance, it worked. He took a few steps forward to grab her hand before walking to his room swiftly, pulling her into a cuddle session. He laid on top of her just allowing his brain to decompress as he listened to her heartbeat. It wasn’t unusual for this to happen, when Yuta had an off day he naturally sought her out. Naturally she should have known it was an off day, he had been texting her any second he could, asking for random selfies, and offering up a sleepover.

The two laid in bliss for a while, her hand massaging his neck and back as she hummed some tunes to lure him into a small nap. She wished she had noticed sooner, but when she felt her shirt beginning to dampen she froze, she tried maneuvering to see his face but he nuzzled into her stomach not allowing her to see. “Yu? Are you okay?”

He remained silent, the only notion that he had heard was that he moved her frozen hand towards his hair, asking for head pats. She wished she could chuckle at that moment because he really was a puppy, but she was too worried. “Yu, I know you’re not okay, so take all the comfort that you need from me. When you’re ready we can talk. I don’t like when you suffer alone.” She spoke so softly, the sound tenderly caressing his ears, allowing his brain to melt slightly as he finally felt seen after the long day of being invisible.

She hadn’t noticed she had dozed off, but when she woke up a few hours later the moon was shining through Yuta’s bedroom window and the man was standing at the window looking out at life outside, “You know, My mom used to tell me that you never know who you could end up loving.” His voice broke through the silence when he heard the sheets shuffle telling him she had sat up. She was confused, but she hummed, allowing him to say whatever he needed to say at the moment. “I think she was wrong.” was his continuation, confusing her even more, what was he on about? “From the moment I met you, I thought ‘I could love her’ it hummed in my brain every time I saw you. And then, it switched,” Yuta turned his body around so he was now facing his back to the window, leaning on the frame with his arms crossed. His face was totally serious, so different from his usual happy face, he was making sure she knew that he meant every word he was saying, and she did. Her heart was beginning to race, her throat drying as she prayed that this conversation goes the right way, “It changed to ‘I think I love her’ You got along with my friends, my family adores you, you take care of me. You are everything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life. I didn’t actually come to terms with it until you started getting closer with Mark, it seemed like you guys were beginning to like each other and I panicked, I wanted all of your attention. Today, you were hanging out with our friends but the second I needed you, you were there. Now when you do things like this, how is it possible to not love you?” He hummed, beginning to move closer, her teary eyes were glimmering like stars, the stars that he couldn’t see from all of the light in the area, it made him smile.

“We take care of each other in a way nobody in my life has ever been able to do. We love each other in every move we make, but my love? It’s not platonic, it hasn’t been for a while. Today at my schedule I was so tired, all I could think of was coming home and trying to talk you into a cuddle session, but as I walked in, a switch flipped, I needed it more than anything. And when I laid down? I felt so safe, so please, accept me so we can create our own haven in each other.”

His words sounded so poetic, she had never experienced a love quite like this, he was so in tune with his emotions, so vulnerable. The tears kept welling up and her words got caught in her throat. After realizing she couldn’t get the words out she surged forward, her lips meeting his, allowing him to lead the way. So he did, they stayed joined until air became nonexistent in their lungs. As they separated, her stomach rumbled, the skipped snack from earlier making itself known. “Oh my! Let’s get you some food.” He offered with a chuckle, beginning to pull away even more, only for her to pull him back.

“I can eat later, I can only get a chance to share my feelings properly once, I won’t mess that up. I will accept you, always. I have always been yours. I don’t plan to go anywhere else, anytime you need me you can find me.” She smiled as she took in the admiration in his gaze, with a hint of mischief, which was worrisome. Her body was picked up and slung over his shoulder with ease, it happened faster than she had expected earning a yelp to erupt.

“Now that feelings have been spilled, how about a bedroom picnic, let’s get my girlfriend some food in her tummy.” He hummed, happily carrying her out of the room, their faces both glowing red. – “Did you get it?” Mark wondered as he peered over Taeyong’s shoulder to look at his phone, the two had sprung up from their beds the second they heard talking beginning to audio record the conversation through the phone, they had known Yuta was close to confessing and had simply been waiting, as soon as they got the chance they were so going to share the recording with the rest of the group.

[bellobambino]

BECSPK

A Luigi Mangione Fic

748w

Summary: Luigi risks it all for some real fucking food.

Author's Note: yeahcanigetuhhhhhh -- lulu is hiding, planning, plotting.

November 27, 2024. Paterson, NJ

I'm cracking open yet another can of Chef Boyardee, staring at the contents. This looks like worms. And this was the most appealing option. Hunger recently has morphed into a strange dull ache and fatigue that i don’t even associate with food anymore.

I opened the cabinet where I stored the cornucopia of sadness. A whole lineup of despair in aluminum. Corn. Green Beans. Spam. Baby mushrooms. There's only so many vienna sausages a guy can eat before he ends up on the news. Squatting there, holding open the cabinet, I caught sight of my wrists. Thin. Weirdly thin. I'm starting to not recognize my own body. My usually bronzed and built, gym bro body.

And it pissed me off. I slammed the cabinet so hard it left a brief ringing in my ears. I took up my pacing route through the apartment, fists clenched. My head was swimming, and my vision was vibrating with my sudden rage. Or maybe it's the hunger. Probably both. I rubbed my eyes hard with my fists, then scratched my scalp with my fingernails just to break myself out of my sudden insanity.

Executive decision: I need to get some real food. Something made by a human being that’s warm and wasn’t sitting in a can since the Obama administration. I didn’t give a rats ass about being ‘missing’. I’m about to risk it all for a bacon, egg, and cheese.

I threw on a hoodie and jeans, grabbed twenty bucks, and left before I could reconsider. I locked  the door and then triple-checked it because paranoia is free and I’ve got it in spades.The air outside is terribly cold, stabbing through my hoodie like needles, but I don’t care. The fresh air woke me up, and it was almost… nice. I hadn’t left this dump in months, and just being out felt like stepping into Disney World.

I could see the fluorescent lights of the B&G bodega spilling out onto the cracked sidewalk, a warm yellow glow was my light at the end of the tunnel..But when I finally got there and opened the door, the warmth and smell of grease and coffee hit me like a gift from God.

The guy behind the counter barely looked up when I ordered. “Bacon, egg, and cheese, salt, pepper, ketchup on a hard roll,” He nodded, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, then wiping that on his apron. Okay, gross, but i’d be dumb to say anything. 

While he worked the grill, I wandered. The shelves were stocked with the usual bodega mix: snacks, basic pantry items, cleaning supplies, and—wait, plants? There was a whole section dedicated to houseplants under grow lights. Why? Who knows. Maybe the owner was trying to class the place up a bit. Big job for a philodendron. 

That’s when I saw it. Nestled behind the plants, lounging like a little furry king, was a cat. A gray and white tabby, all curled up under the warmth of the grow lights. I swear it looked like something out of a Christmas card. I nearly gasped. I don’t know what possessed me, but I reached out and scratched its neck. And you know what? The little guy loved me. Started rubbing against my hand, purring like a motorboat. For a moment, I forgot about everything—my hunger, my situation, the cold. Just me and this cat. “You like that, huh?” I muttered, smiling for what felt like the first time in weeks.

The ding of the register snapped me out of it. My sandwich was ready. I left the cat reluctantly and walked back to the counter. The guy handed me the foil-wrapped masterpiece, sniffling. I paid, left a tip (because I was raised right), and headed back out into the cold.

Back on the futon in the apartment, I unwrapped the sandwich like it was my birthday. The smell hit me first—bacon, eggs, cheese, all hot and gooey and perfect. I took a bite, and—oh, my god. Chef’s kiss. I actually moaned, like a girl, but I just couldn’t blame me. It was the best thing I’d eaten in months. Probably the best thing I’d ever eaten, period.

For a few minutes, I wasn’t a stalker, or a guy losing himself in some rundown apartment in Paterson. I was just Lu, sitting on a futon, eating the most perfect bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich in the history of the whole world.

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Loyalties chapter 6

Loyalties Masterlist

CW: check the main master list for content warnings. MDNI🔞

Bambi woke to the sound of gentle and hushed talking. She was bundled up in a thin sheet but her warmth was coming from the body she was laying on. Her muscles ached and she felt like she was hit by a damn train. There was the soft sound of laughter and someone shushing the laughter. Then through the haze of sleep she heard Megan Thee Stallion singing the chorus to ‘Body’. It was her phone ringing and she sat up, bleary-eyed, searching for her phone.

She felt eyes on her as she yawned and answered the video call. “Good morning.” She squinted her eyes as the video call came on and into focus.

“Where the fuck are you?” it was Xavier on the screen and he was already pissed.

“Minding the business that pays me, Xav.” The sleep immediately snapped out of her and she was glaring at her phone. “Did Malik not tell you?”

Xavier rolled his eyes, he adjusted his shiesty and growled, “You know he didn't BamBam. Bring your ass home.”

Bambi rolled her eyes and scratched the side of her head. “Are you the lead alpha of our pack?”

“Bambi-” He started.

“Are. You. Xavier. The. Lead. Alpha. Of. Our. Pack?” She glared at him. When she didn't get an answer she nodded her head.

He sighed and looked heavenward, “No, I'm not Bambi.”

“Good, because I got Malik's blessing and you need to fall back.” She wasn't gonna let her spoiled brother ruin her fun.

“Do you at least want me to come get you?” He asked, he was less hostile now. She effectively put him back in his place.

“No bro. Thanks for checking on me though. I'll be home later and Malik should still have my location on.” She soothed her aggravated brother as best as she could. “Bye.”

“Yeah, hit me up when you're on the way.” He ended the call with a huff and eye roll.

Bambi finally looked at who was in bed with her and was surprised to see it was Kyle and Johnny. Both were staring at her with concern. She only smiled back at them and shrugged her shoulders.

“He's just being an overprotective brat. He also doesn't do well with change.” She gently explained, “My pack hasn't had to share my attention with a group of outside alphas in two years going on three. Everyone is worried I'm gonna run off with you four.”

“Now Bonnie, we wouldn' encourage tha. Captain wouldn' even allow it.” Johnny grabbed her hand and kissed it, “an we wanna do right by ye.” He was sitting on one side of her and Kyle was still laying down next to the wall.

“Yeah Dove, you're not running off with us.” Kyle wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back to lay down. “Just a reminder though, we don't need the one in the balaclava to like us right?”

“Bala- what now?” She laughed, turning to face him, she kissed him on the nose.

“A balaclava Dove. The mask he wears.” He explained. He traced his fingers up her side and rested his palm right on her ribcage under her sleep shirt. They had changed her into one of Simon's shirts since it was long enough. Though if you ask Simon, it wasn't at all because he happened to make sure he grabbed a shirt for her first.

“You mean a shiesty?” She laughed, throwing her head back. She didn't catch the love struck looks both alphas had given her. Kyle smiled and began to trail kisses across her cheek and down to her neck. He nibbled at her jaw and then rolled over onto her.

“Kyle” She warned him with a growl, but the smile on her face told a different story. “Where are the other two?”

“Cooking breakfast Dove.” He noses at her scent gland and nips there, drawing a gasp from her. “They don't like me and Soap in the kitchen with them.”

Bambi sighed a dreamy sigh, “Now why did you call Johnny that?”

Kyle stopped his teasing kisses, and sat up to look at Johnny. He was busy scrolling through his phone and he shrugged his shoulders.

“They’re our military call signs Bonnie.” Johnny nodded his head, “mine is Soap, his is Gaz-”

“And then John is Captain, and what Simon is Suds?” She finished with a smile. In her mind it made sense.

Johnny and Kyle broke into laughter. She laughed with them both and gently pushed Kyle off of her. Sitting up, she stretched again, swinging her leg over Johnny to crawl out of bed. Johnny grabbed her by the waist and held her still so he could roll his hips into her. A lazy grin slid across his face.

“Soap-” She began but he slapped her on the ass and then immediately grinds her hips down on to him.

“No, you get to call me Lovie ma wee Bonnie.” He continues the slow rock of her hips against his. He adored how she pouted and struggled to get off of him.

“I'm not calling you Lovie, Johnny.”

“You did last night without issue.” Kyle pointed out, he scooted close to them both and went back to kissing on Bambi.

“I don't know what demon you all were with last night. But morning and daylight Bambi doesn't partake in that type of demon time behavior.” She was about to pout but Kyle held her chin and pulled her into a kiss. It started out slow and was quickly progressing into the kind of kiss that would make sure she didn't leave the bed.

“You two were supposed to make sure she didn't wake up alone and do nothing else.” A gruff voice came from by the door.

Johnny grunted and stilled Bambi in his lap, “Top of tha mornin’ LT Suds!”

Bambi pulled away from the kiss and immediately started laughing. “Please don't tease Simon like that.”

Kyle grinned and rolled his eyes, “I don't know, Lt. Suds doesn't sound half bad.”

“Do I even want to know?” Simon raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the door. He rather enjoyed the sight of his omega laid up in his shirt smelling of him and his pack, just lazing with people he cared about deeply. He could get used to this, and when things go well there will be pups in the mix. He could imagine it, right as rain.

“They were telling me your call signs for work, and I think I guessed correctly about yours being Suds, since your boyfriend is Soap.” She smiled at Simon and then back at Johnny and Kyle. She had not stopped laughing at her own logic.

All three of them wanted more of those smiles and more of that laughter.

“His call sign is actually Ghost.” Kyle booped her on the nose.

Bambi hummed in thought, “And now his nickname is Buster. Congratulations Simon.” She then turned the mirthful smile directly on him. Her eyes held that sparkle of mischief. She was gonna call him that, whether he wanted her to or not.

While Johnny and Kyle devolved into another fit of laughter, Simon just stood there. The joke was corny, but her deadpan delivery certainly carried the punch line. He watched his pack mates continue to make jokes at his expense, just to get their little omega to laugh. A part of him, a darker more cynical part, whispered that this had every chance of failing. They were on leave for the next three weeks. That would not be enough time, in his opinion, to make sure their bond was strong enough for the distance of their frequent deployments. John had said he would figure it out, as that was his worry and burden to bear. Looking at Bambi now though, as she playfully fought off Kyle's numerous kisses and Johnny's tickling, he felt relaxed and he understood it now.

He understood why some soldiers on base went out of their way to find and keep an omega to add to their packs of forced association (because that's what it was in reality). The idea of having someone soft, sweet, and bright to chase away the demons. Someone who could keep a home up and running, so that when they came back battered and bruised, there was someone waiting to patch them up and love them, remind them that they are human. It would be so easy now that he thought about it. It would be easy as long as they got past the hard part, explained who they were and what they did, she'd understand. Bambi would be proud, and she would always welcome the four of them home to her. She wouldn't be alone for long, because as soon as the courting ritual was done and over with, as soon as they bonded her to them forever, she'd be pregnant that week. They would probably end up with a whole mess of two under two, sets of babies.

Simon smiled, really he thought being called Buster was funny and sweet. As long as it was Bambi calling him in the end, for any and everything she needed, he would cherish it.

Xoxo

Breakfast was a loud affair as they sat at the kitchen table. John was quietly reading the paper, everyone else was busy ribbing each other (except the ever stoic Simon, who felt that he showed too much emotion already). Johnny was insisting “Bonnie, ye gotsta feed me cause it's the nice thing ta do yea.” With which Bambi ignored him by saying, “Hand feeding any of you requires the mate subscription and right now none of you have that.”

“Sweetheart.” John spoke softly as he sipped his coffee. Bambi stopped her back and forth with Johnny and Kyle to look at him.

“Yes John?” She tilted her head and stared at him with a coy smile.

John blinked once, deciding on how he was going to broach the question as she had never brought it up. “What's your family name?”

Bambi felt her blood run cold. She wasn't in the habit of giving out that information. She was vaguely aware that all four of them were watching hee, they could probably scent her hesitation at the edges of her natural scent. “My last name is Castello.”

Maybe they wouldn't know, but at the same time they could look up the current CEO of Temple Ballistics and Weaponry and see her brother's name, Malik Castello. No time but the present to give her family's lie a dry run. Simon raised an eyebrow and looked at John who was staring at her with a pinched look.

“But that's common knowledge that you could have found with a simple Google search.” She added, “My family is on the Forbes Packs to watch and industry leaders list. You may also recognize the name from my brother Aaron Castello, as he was the one who worked with the team that helped get the most recent president elected.”

“Oh!” Kyle said a bit startled, “You come from a pack of prestige.”

Bambi snorted, “if you wanna call it that. As of late, I've had to run interference on Aaron's socials and Malik's press runs since that whole international incident in South America.” She let out a dejected sigh and shook her head, “Some guy with the same damn last name is running around besmirching it and it's been a living Hell for my pack. My poor mother and father and several of my ancestors are rolling in their graves.”

Johnny reached over and placed his hand on her thigh, “Tha must be rough ma wee Bonnie.”

“We'll survive.” She shrugged, “but until they catch him and bring him to justice, my degree in public relations is gonna have to pull its weight.”

John nodded his head in understanding. He had already done a background search on her and her family when that name popped up. Both of her parents had died in a car crash sometime before. Her brother Malik, recently decided to take over the CEO spot for their arms business that worked well with several governments. Aaron was indeed a successful partner in a political PAC in the circus that was the American government. Even Xavier popped up, he owned a well to do security business that he started instead of going to college. A little more digging and he found that her name went all the way back to the Castello Plantation that resided in the deeper southern states of the States. So it really was just rotten luck that she and her pack shared a name with an international criminal.

He felt bad for even asking and digging in the first place. He just wanted to make sure and settle his paranoia. Now that he heard it from her, he could ask the next question with ease.

“Would you mind if I take you home and speak with Malik one on one?” He smiled at her. Sure it was extremely old fashioned with the younger crowd, but asking an unmated omega's nearest alpha kin to court them was something he always wanted to do.

“Aye Cap, ye'r not gonnae really ask her brother tha are ye?” Johnny let out an exasperated huff, “Bonnie surely donnae need her brother's permission.”

Bambi giggled and raised an eyebrow, “And if I say no?”

“Then, I'll respect it Sweetheart. I would not be doing this out of seeing you as an alpha’s property, but to let your family know that a pack of upstanding alpha’s want to pursue you and to put their mind at ease.” He sipped his coffee and waited for her answer.

“Sure John. I don't mind that at all.”

Xoxo

Malik was surprised that he was sitting in the presence of what was supposed to be his sister's sneaky link. The black truck pulled up the driveway, he and Xavier had seen it roll to a stop. Malik had growled at Xavier to behave and be nice or he could stay in the house. Aaron, being the more social of the three, had gone outside to greet their visitor and Bambi. He shook the older man's hand and offered for him to come inside.

Xavier wasn't having that and expressed that not every alpha could come into their home where their vulnerable women and children were. Malik rolled his eyes and called for Liza to make some sweet tea and British style tea for the guy. Liza hurried and got to work and brought everything out onto the porch.

“Malik, come look at what the cat dragged in!” Aaron shouted from the front door. “Sissy you stink, you need to shower.” He teased, but it was clear to John that the young man was offended by the mix of foreign alpha scent on his sister. It was a natural response.

“Get over yourself.” Bambi laughed, “I'm not leaving John alone with you so you can dish about my shortcomings.”

Malik had finally come outside and shook John's hand and properly introduced himself. He sat down with everyone and kept an eye on John. He was relaxed, carried himself like a seasoned leader and an obvious high ranking military man. Malik admired his commitment to entertain Aaron's foolish ramblings and about his friends he knew that worked in parliament and how he wished he could join in on the fray just shake things up.

Finally Xavier came outside and leaned against the doorway to the house. They could finally start.

“So, thank you for bringing home our wayward sister.” Malik smiled.

John had to refrain from placing his hand on Bambi's thigh. The alpha in him wanted to just immediately make it clear that he was going to pursue her even if he didn't get their blessing. “It's no problem, she was a dear to have with us.”

“She didn't run your pockets did she?” Aaron laughed, “because she's got caviar and champagne taste as if she pays the bills.”

Malik shot his brother a look as Bambi shouted out that she does not need someone to provide for her. John smiled and cleared his throat.

“If.” He said with a chuckle, “Aaron, that's your way of making sure me and my pack can afford to upkeep Miss Bambi's lifestyle, then yes, the four of us can.”

“Ignore him.” Bambie huffed and rolled her eyes, “Aaron if you know better then you'll step politely.” She warned.

John had to fight to keep from blushing as his Bambi unknowingly came to his defense. He still resisted the urge to place his hands on her unless he wanted Xavier to get riled up. “Bambi, it's fine.” He soothed her and gave her a smile.

Malik nodded his head, “Are you and your pack wanting to get permission from me to court my sister?”

“Yes we are.”

“And she has already made her requests and demands on what she expects?”

“Yes and we all agreed to it.” John was pleasantly surprised how well this was going.

Malik smiled at Bambi, “And BamBam, you know not to let them mark you in any fashion before the courtship year is up and you have your running away ceremony?”

“Yes Malik, I know.” Bambi looked anywhere but her brother, a sly smile on her face. “I, unlike you three, know how long a courtship year is supposed to be.”

Aaron squawks, “It was a whirlwind romance and it worked out for the best with Gloria and Symphony!”

“Well then, I see no reason-” Malik began but Xavier interrupted him.

“What drew you to my sister?” He asked.

“She was pretty and polite to the youngest in my pack.” John answered, he successfully kept the edge from his voice.

“You're military right? What rank and division?” Xavier wasn't pulling any punches.

“I'm a captain but that's all I can really speak on. My pack was formed through necessity and our bonds strengthened through our close work together.”

Bambi scoffed, “Xavier-”

But he just kept going, “Do you plan on allowing Bambi to come home whenever she wants?”

“We would never keep her from her birth pack.”

“Is she just an omega for you and your pack mates to keep while you're between deployments?”

John's eye twitched slightly at that question, “Should she ever express her displeasure in our profession, should we mark her if she would have us, then the four of us will move mountains to make sure she is happy and cared for.”

Xavier observed John and John observed him. Neither alpha was backing down and John was just glad he told Simon to stay home. His Bambi groaned in frustration and hopped to her feet. Her brother did not flinch when she marched up to him.

“He's a good alpha Xavier.” She growled low.

“And you can do better than a man married to the government.” He growled back.

There was the crack of a slap as Bambi slapped him, she was tired of his tantrum. She was allowed to move on and try again if she wanted to, and do so with someone different. She then pushed past him and ran into the house. John's alpha growled and snarled in the back of his mind. He had to remind himself that he was witnessing a foreign pack's dynamics. He watched as Xavier was about to storm into the house but Malik stopped him.

“You go in there and Gloria and Symphony are gonna help her put you right on out and what just happened won't be salvageable.” Malik sighed with a shake of his head.

“But this isn't-” Xavier began but he shut up when Malik looked at him. John could see not a trace of mercy in his face. It reminds him of the look he and Simon give new recruits that try to test the chain of command and other social hierarchies on base.

“It's what Bambi wants, and John and his pack already accepted her conditions…he was nice enough to formally ask us and let us know.” Malik's voice was ice cold. “If you don't like this, you can either leave or challenge me for my position.”

The young man didn't say anything and instead stepped off the porch to leave. Aaron sighed, muttering that he would talk to him. Then suddenly it was just Malik and John on the front porch.

“I apologize for him.” He began and looked out towards where his brothers were walking down the driveway. “He doesn't do well with change and thinks that Bambi should wait for God himself to come from heaven and pick her mate.” He laughed.

“I can only imagine how scary it is to have an omega from your pack start looking.” John tried to empathize with the young alpha.

“Yeah it is hard. The last one almost made it to the full year and then things went sour two months before the courtship ritual was to be over. He asked her to run away with him too soon. Wanted her to drop out of school and start having babies too soon. It spooked her, our parents wanted her to suck it up and go through it. I had to advocate for her and told our father that if I had to, I'd challenge him for his spot to keep Bambi safe.”

John just stared in shock but didn't let it show on his face. He sat there just listening.

“Our pack dynamics are different from a traditional one. Omega women in our family have always been dominant in the home. They keep things running, because the reality of it is that in America, black alpha men are hard to come by assuming they aren't dead or in jail. The social hierarchy in America is different than here. A whole mess of variables come into play and it's ruthless. That being said Bambi, likes you but she was raised to be able to run a pack on her own should something happen to the alpha. She isn't going to let you just provide for her and care for her, she's independent to a fault and is scared of being let down. She is going to demand that you respect her wishes because to her that is the ultimate show of love and loyalty. She will come around if you all get along just fine. You've got my blessings to spend the next year courting my sister, but please don't hurt her.”

John smiled, “I assure you, we won't do anything to hurt her.”

Malik and John stood up and shook hands. Malik walked him down the driveway to his car. He then snapped his fingers.

“My family is having an all pink and white party to celebrate our little girl's Sophia and Ananiah's birthday. I'll let Bambi know that you can come so that she can invite you.”

“You don't think that's too soon?” John leaned against the side of the truck.

“You're military, as far as I know you guys are working against the clock of deployment.” He laughed. “You have a safe drive back, and hopefully I'll see you and yours around.”

John had a lot to think about as he drove away from Bambi's home. But the first thing on his agenda is to figure out how they were going to have a smooth courtship year so he and his could claim her.

Xoxo

Xavier paced back and forth outside in the backyard. He stood next to the woods and kept glancing back at the house. He really should have just shut up and not made a scene. If Bambi could see that she was making a mistake then he wouldn't be kicked out of the damn house. Her fucking around with military men for fun is one thing. Actually bonding to them? It would put their more delicate issues at risk. Bambi was being selfish as usual and Malik was just entertaining her whimsy knowing damn well that everyone's loyalties should be with the family. Loyalties should be for the pack only. Every little choice affects their large pack and ripples will always be felt.

For fucks sake, their pack runs an international crime ring. Bambi is the last true Castello female omega to be born. She couldn't leave the main line if she wanted to and if she joins a civilian pack she would have to.

He sighed as he called the number he was sent again. Finally the connection went through.

“Hallo Bruder. Ich habe deinen Anruf nicht erwartet.” A deep gruff voice answered. “How is my Kitz, did she get my gift and did she like it?”

“BamBam is okay. You need to hurry the fuck up with your pack and get your ass to England.”

“I am a wanted man there, Xavier. They would not like my presence or my pack mates.” The man said.

“This is serious. Bambi just got Malik's blessing to be courted by a pack of alphas that Antony didn't approve of in advance.”

The line was quiet. Static was loud as the line crackled under the weight of what was said.

“I will be there in ten days instead of thirty. One of the workers here will keep things going.” König growled.

“See you then Bruder.” Xavier said. Relief filled his chest.

König had hung up the phone and walked back into the dark room he had been working in. He was irritated and hurt. This tantrum that his lover was throwing was going to be put to an end. He was coming home to sort things out and set things straight. He was going to do right by his Kitz this time and he was not going to fail.

He wouldn't survive without her much longer.

Hallo Bruder. Ich habe deinen Anruf nicht erwartet. = Hello brother. I wasn't expecting your call.