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appleblueberry-pie · 6 months

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Yandere House"wife" Satoru x Reader

Call it a happy accident, the way Satoru transitioned from being a full-time sorcerer to being the man you come home to after he does domestic chores all day. You two talked about it for a little while. There was a time when Satoru would come home late at night almost every day. And he would wind down, take a shower, crawl into the bed into your arms and just pour out his heart to you. He would say he hates his job. He hates how repetitive these days were becoming. Meetings upon meetings in the morning, and then having to exercise curses that never stood a chance for the next 6 hours. You soothed him, of course. Or at least as much as you could.

Then you proposed that maybe he starts taking days off. So you'll go to work and he'll stay home to heal his mind as much as he needs to. He would do anything for you, so of course he tries it out just to make you happy. And a few rest days turned into a few weeks. A few weeks turned into a couple of months. You don't remember the last time Satoru went to work by now, his phone blowing up every day from the people and job he kind of abandoned. He didn't care anymore.

He realized that he was happiest doing these mundane and very human tasks every day. And his motivation to keep going was just you. If he was bored, he would do the laundry that was full. I mean, the washer and dryer was just down the hall, why not? Washed the few dishes in the sink. Maybe he'll stop by the store to restock the fridge. You recognized how much of a....housewife he was being when he would retell his daily tasks to you before you two went to bed. "Oh, so I've got a little housewife now?" The neurons in his brain crackled when he heard that word escape your mouth.

Housewife

You raised your eyebrow when you watched him whisper the word underneath his breath. "You alright?" No, he wasn't. Well, he felt fantastic at the thought of his only purpose being his favorite person's provider and nothing else. But other than that, not really. He shamelessly enjoys having that title over his head. So he decides to play the part.

In the morning, he'll wake up before you, stare at your beautiful face for around 10 minutes before getting up to prepare your lunch and make you breakfast. NO, he can't cook. But he does know how to follow instructions. You wrote him some recipes you loved and he takes extra care to follow every single step to the exact measurements that you want. And when you smile at the breakfast, or make that sigh of relief, his heart jumps. Want more coffee? Do you want tea instead? He could pour you a flask of hot coffee before you go. And don't forget your lunch, either. He had fun making the panda shaped molds of rice.

And when you give your kiss goodbye and he finishes begging you to stay for a mandatory 5 minutes, he begins cleaning up the kitchen. He washes the dishes and clears the laundry if there's any. Mops the bathroom and cleans the tub, toilet bowl, and sink until they're sparkly and clean. Vacuums carpets and turns on a humidifier with your favorite scent lightly wafting throughout the place. Though he usually does this 20 minutes before you come back home so the smell is fresh in your brain when you walk in the door. He checks off the grocery list, visits a few people from his hitlist that he knows either hooked up with you in the past, broke up with you, or just tried to fuck with you in general. Sold a few organs from said people from the hitlist's bodies and goes back home to clean himself up and relax.

Relax meaning checking your location every five minutes, doing a mandatory 10 minute phone call on your lunch break to either try and persuade you to skip the rest of the work day to come back home, have phone sex(you talk him through his orgasm), or just let you talk and he'll listen. After the phone call, he'll eat his first meal of the day. He knows you don't like when he doesn't take care of himself, so he eats as much as his big heart desires. Which usually consists of your scraps of breakfast and dinner that you don't finish, so it feels like you two are bonding over the same meal(even though you aren't there). He does like eating with you and next to you, but it just feels more intimate when you two eat from the same plate. By the end of his meal, he's usually rock hard and close to tears at the fact that you won't be here to help him get off again for the next few hours.

So, he takes a cold shower(or two, if it's serious(and when I say "two" I mean he hops in, finishes, and then has to go back because it rises again with a vengeance)). And after his cold shower, he goes to the gym and does his weight resistance training. He knows you love every part of his body and his beautifully sculpted muscles(your words), so he takes good care of them. Then if he has free time, he'll watch some tv, pop up at Jujutsu Tech to piss everyone off for a few minutes, buy some sweets and desserts you two can share and then go back home to take a nap.

He wakes up about 30 minutes before you come back home so he can cook dinner. You told him you wouldn't mind having something "simple" tonight. And if he thinks carefully, this could mean anything from a boiled stew to TV dinner. Based off of your tone and how you said this sentence, he'll assume you wouldn't want something crazy to eat, so he actually buys some deli sandwiches from a shop not too far away. And when you got home, had Satoru take your coat, shoes, and jacket, you told him you were actually excited to eat. "It's been a while since we went there, huh? Oh, it's still warm!" The bread was toasted the way you liked and everything in between.

You were so lucky to have this man take care of you. You told him you loved him and if there was anything he wanted in return for his hard efforts to keep you happy, you'd do it. He shyly shook his head, a small blush overcoming his soft cheeks. He finished eating his sandwich before you and you noticed how silent he went. You softly grabbed his hand and he immediately looked up at you in question. "You alright? You're being quiet." You raise your hand from his hand to wipe a bread crumb from the corner of his mouth. "Yeah......actually, no. I just miss being able to grab your ass every second of the day, because your job doesn't allow your boyfriend into the building."

"Satoru, you know I can't take work off, I have to take care of us." Satoru flails and grabs your hand. "But babe, you know I have enough money to buy us 16 houses! You don't need to work!" You roll your eyes. "Well, I don't want to be in the house all day rotting away."

"We can rot together." "No!" He's a romantic at heart. He stands to walk off at your rejection and you grab his hand to pull him back. "Baby, you know I didn't mean it like that." "But.....you said we can't rot together...." "I know, but we can just be here right now and enjoy each other. We have all night and even some time in the morning. Right?" He sighs at your words and nod. ".........why are you hard?"

"Because you noticed I was quiet." You roll your eyes. He was also an attention seeker. How could you forget. "Really?" He nods. This time, you sigh, and you walk over to the living room couch, patting your lap. Satoru happily bounces over and plops down his weight on you. "Oof!" Sitting sideways on your lap, you caress his back with one hand and palm his hard on through his jeans with the other. His body immediately relaxes underneath your touch, and you smile up at him. "My baby has been working so hard today, hm?" He nods and stares at your hand. "I'm glad you're being productive. What did you do today, Satoru?"

"Today, I cleaned up the kitchen and did the laundry.." You unbutton his pants when he starts talking. But before you pull them down, you pause. "And what else?" He realizes what you're trying to do and swallows stressfully. He just wants you to take care of him. "And I mopped in the kitchen and the bathroom. I vacuumed, too." You pull his pants down enough to pull out his rock hard cock. It was warm and heavy in your hand, the tip straining with the blood swollen up to it. It was red and glistening with pre, threatening to drip down.

You gently wrapped your hand around him, slowly jerking him up and down, and a whimper slips out his lips. "Come on, baby, keep talking." He grabs your arm that's holding his cock and grabs at the couch with his other. "Um...I also........that's it." He cuts himself off, and his eyelids flutter shut when you put a little more pressure onto your hold, your thumb swiping over his tip.

"Hm? Are you sure?" You know he cut himself off. Which only means he's hiding something from you. He nods his head in response, and you let go of him. He whines at the cold that surrounds him now and looks at you. "Whyy???" "I don't know, baby, I think you're lying to me." You give him a look of fake concern, and your hand instead travels south to very gently fondle his sack, which immediately gets him to squirm.

"I'm not!!" You scrunch your eyebrows. "Are you??" He goes silent, and you stare him deep into his eyes. He can't reciprocate the eye contact and stares at your hand. You stop touching him, and he looks back up at you with sad, glistening puppy eyes. "I went through the list." Your eyebrows shoot up before you start scolding him. "The list??? I thought I told you to get rid of that thing? Satoru." When you first moved in with one another, you found his hit list full of people you used to talk to. He planned to kill them off one by one to have you to himself. You never truly got mad at him for it, because most of those people on the list genuinely were big pieces of shits that you wanted to burn in hell.....but technically it still wasn't okay for him to just do that behind your back.

"No, please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just-" you lightly push him off of your lap, which was basically his equivalent of being shoved off of a cliff and his heart drops when you stand up. "NO! No. Wait, baby, please. Let me make it up to you. Please don't leave me like this." He trips onto his knees but still makes record speed in crawling over to you. He grabs your closest leg and hugs it tightly. You could feel his cock(which was still out) rub against your pant leg. So dramatic, you think.

You look down at him, and he stares up at you with those stupid big blue eyes. "......" He takes your silence as his que to convince you. "I can make it better, look!" He shifts in front of you, still on his knees, and begins to unbutton and pull your pants down. You lose balance and stumble back into the dining table behind you, using it for balance as Satoru yanks down down your pants, his eyes staring at the goal.

"Satoru, what the hell are you doing?" Funny enough, your words contradict your actions, and you instinctually spread your legs farther apart for him to have more space in between. He grabs your legs and places them on top of his shoulders, and you scoot back onto the dining table for more comfort, cups and silverware clinking as you clumsily push them back.

"I can help like this." He pushes his tongue as far as he can past your lips, getting a strong first taste at your pussy. A firm and slow stripe from your hole up to your clit and you hiss, gripping onto the table. Satoru moans loudly and closes his eyes to enjoy himself as much as possible. He shifts impossibly closer to you, hugging your thighs to both sides of his face to be buried deep and makes out with your sensitive bud. You could feel him occasionally exhale his warm breath onto you before firmly flicking his tongue onto you again.

You begin whining at the waves of pleasure crashing down on you. Drool and your essence cover Satoru's chin. His cock twitches endlessly against the hardwood floor, more of his pre dripping onto it the more he gets you to moan. "Get up." His eyes snap open, and he pulls away to look up at you. Your fingers dig into his scalp, and you pull him up, earning a wince from him. He knows what you want and leans in to let you taste yourself on his tongue. In the middle of the kiss, he suddenly flinches at the feeling of your hand once again grabbing his cock. You separate the kiss and his gaze trails down to your pussy.

You took his cock head and pressed it in between your lips, rubbing it up and down against your entrance. Your eyes seemed to glisten in a way he hadn't seen in a long time and you maintained eye contact, whispering to him. "You gonna be a good boy and fuck me how I taught you?" Each word that slipped out of your lips was enough to make him insane, and he was ready to do whatever you commanded. He robotically nods and you laugh at his reaction.

You press a soft kiss to his chin, letting him spread your legs on top of the table. He softly spreads your lips and makes eye contact with your hole. Heat radiates from you and he soaks up every last bit of it. All he can see, think of, and hear is you. "Beautiful." He whispers underneath his breath. You caress his arm to snap him out of his mind and he leans down closer to you, his head now pressing to your entrance gently. "Please show me." And he takes it upon himself to shower you with the affection you deserve in hopes to satisfy you again.

Did I cook????? Cuz I feel like I wrote this way too fast.

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scarletssienna · 7 months

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I'll Never Let You Go

Summary - Your fights with Wanda were unusual, but often recently. Misunderstanding was bound to happen. When things with Wanda get too difficult you seek comfort in someone else's embrace. 5k word count

Warnings - Hurt-Comfort, angst, mommy Wanda, sub!reader, dom/sub dynamics, mean Wanda, grinding, pinning, Natasha comforting, fighting, face-slapping, jealousy, talk of threesome, talks of consent

AN - Part two of the mini-series. Part one here. Surprisingly no real smut in this chapter. Don’t worry, you’ll get your fill-in the next one. Some insight into their fighting as well as what happens after R left ;)) The next chapter will probably be the last in this series! Feel free to hit me up in my asks with thoughts/ideas/requests though! :))

18+, minors + men dni

Two weeks ago

“Detka. I have had enough.” Wanda exclaimed as she angrily tossed the sponge into the sink, turning to you with wide eyes. Her jaw was slack as she looked at you, her eyebrow raised and one hand on her hip as she expected you to understand what was bothering her. You dropped your spoon back into your cereal bowl, looking quite confused at the sudden anger, choking down your bite of frosted flakes. Before you could ask what was wrong, she decided to tell you. “You have been sitting there, chomping loudly enough for the entire neighborhood to hear you eat that for the past what?! 20 minutes?!” She exclaimed in frustration as she dried her hands on her robe, bringing her hands to hold her forehead in pain, grumbling under her breath. You knew it wasn't about the cereal. Her head had been killing her for the past few days. She had just been covering up the sickness with anger. She pressed her palms to her eyes, holding them firmly.

“I’m sorry Wands,” you said as you stood up, dumping the rest of the cereal down the drain as you took over the job of washing the dishes. When you finished the dishes she was still standing there, leaning up against the counter, her head buried in her hands. You walked over cautiously as you gently placed your hands on her hips, sliding them up slowly to her waist. You leaned closer and kissed her temple. “Maybe you should take a break from work?” You suggested tenderly as you rubbed her sides softly. “You've been working so hard lately and deserve a break. I can stay home with you - run you a bath and-”

“I should take a break from work?” She interrupted you with a scoff. She pulled her hands away from her eyes and put them on your wrists. “Yeah, suddenly you're the one to talk about when to take a break when I've been telling you to for the past like,” she grumbled not knowing exactly how long the fight was as it was truly pointless. “Forever.” she pushed your hands off her waist and stepped away. “Don't touch me, I'm gross and haven't showered.” She said as she walked towards the cupboard, grabbing a glass of water. You rolled your eyes as you watched her move around the kitchen aimlessly. She never knew how to accept comfort when she wasn't feeling good. She didn't know how to let herself just be taken care of.

“Whatever,” you mumbled under your breath as you went to get your shoes and jacket on to leave for work. You walked into the kitchen again to tell her you were leaving. She hadn’t expected you to come back in because she was leaning face forward on the counter this time, her head buried in her arms as she mumbled in pain. “I won’t be home until late tonight.” You stated, causing her to startle and stand straight up. “Don't wait up,” you told her before contemplating walking over. You always kissed her goodbye, but it didn’t seem like she wanted that today.

She rolled her eyes at you saying you wouldn't be home until late again tonight. It had been like this for the past 3 weeks. You would either plan on being out late or accidentally get her hopes up by saying you would be home but leaving her to sit alone at the dinner table with the meal she prepared for the both of you. She had truly grown to just expect it at this point. She walked over and grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling you into a fast kiss before retreating upstairs. Although she was upset she always made sure to kiss you goodbye. She feared that one day she wouldn't and you would die or something gruesome and she just couldn't risk her chances.

With the deadlines for the end of the year approaching you were at work much too often lately. Not that she was any better to be fair. It seemed anytime one of you was home the other would be off working. It wasn’t ideal and you felt guilty about being gone so often. It would be better in a few weeks.

That night you were surely tied up in your office, paperwork surrounding you in scattered piles. You rubbed your forehead and looked over one of the files on your desk, tapping your pen on the desk. You glanced up at the time, grumbling as you saw it was nearly midnight and you were nowhere near done for the night. When you heard a knock on the door you startled at the sound. Everyone had long left the office and you and the security guard were the only ones that usually remained at this hour. When you looked up, your eyes met with a familiar redhead. Natasha smiled at you before biting her bottom lip softly.

“I figured I’d find you here still.” She licked her lips and shoved a hand in her pocket. “Can I come in?” She asked with a little chuckle and smirk on her face.

“Yeah for sure!” You said, just happy to see anyone at this point in the night. You shut the file in front of you and pushed your chair back slightly. You pushed your glasses off your face, resting them on the top of your head as you looked up at the girl who wandered over to your desk. “What are you doing here?” You asked as you looked up at her. She stood on your side of the desk in front of you, leaning slightly against the desk.

“Oh, you know. I can never seem to remember everything I need when I leave. Makes me come back at odd times.” She said with a laugh as she set her file on top of your pile of stuff. You giggled and bit your bottom lip slightly, sighing at how late it was. You brought a hand to your mouth as you covered up a yawn. “Boring you already huh?” She teased and reached out, taking your glasses off your head and setting them on the desk. Her hand brushed your cheek softly before sighing and leaning back a little further on the desk, her hands bracing her on either side of her body. You blushed a little at the action and quickly turned your face away, looking towards your desktop as you typed a few more things into your document. “You know, you should be working less. These long hours aren’t good for a pretty girl like you.” She said as she looked into your eyes. You avoided eye contact and scoffed a little.

“You sound like Wanda.” You murmured, glancing up at her with a little smile before quickly looking away.

“Oh, do I now?” She asked with a smirk as her hand reached out, spinning your chair so that you were facing her again. “Sounds like the little witch may be right then.” She stated, causing you to roll your eyes, a tiny grin on your face.

“Be nice.” You warned. There was something about Natasha that drew you in. You could never go for it though. You loved Wanda more than anything. It would be stupid to do anything to put that in jeopardy. Unfortunately, your girlfriend seemed to pick up on it slightly. And even more unfortunately Natasha did as well. And she wasn’t good about helping negate those feelings. She reached down and pulled your chair closer to her as she leaned down.

“Yeah?” She grinned. “Or what?” She asked as she raised her eyebrow slightly. Her hand reached underneath your chin. “You’ll spank me?” She teased, knowing you could never. Your breath hitched in your throat slightly and your face turned a bright red as you pushed your chair back, quickly standing up to put some space between you. She got the hint and backed off slightly, reaching for her folder. “Let me take you home at least?” She offered, walking around to the other side of the desk. “Being here too long is…dreary.” She said with a furrowed brow and a tone of dramatics. You nodded and rubbed your face before collecting a few files to bring home. You liked to walk to work and back. You found it peaceful and it wasn’t all that far. It was a little too late tonight to be walking alone so you agreed.

“Fine, but you keep your hands to yourself and the teasing to a minimum.” You warned and pointed a finger at her before collecting your bag and jacket. She just smiled and walked with you to her car. The drive home was fairly quiet. There was little small talk every once and a while but it was a short drive and it wasn’t long until you were home. You said goodbye before going inside. You were always quiet with the lock when you got home, not sure where Wanda would end up for the night. You locked the door behind you and discarded your jacket and bag, hanging them in the closet by the front door. As you crept into the room you smiled as you saw Wanda curled up on the couch, snuggled up under a blanket, a random sitcom playing on the TV. It was all ignored though as she slept through it. You walked over and reached for the TV remote, flipping the TV remote off. As silence filled the air you sighed, watching her so peacefully. You leaned down kissing her forehead before carefully picking her off the couch. She stirred and her eyes opened slightly, her bright but tired green eyes looking up into yours.

“Detka.” She murmured as she wrapped her arms around you, assisting in the carrying to make it easier as she nuzzled her head on your shoulder.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” You whispered with a smile, leaning down to kiss her softly as you paused on your walk. She hummed into the kiss.

“Bed.” She whispered and poked your nose with a smile before closing her eyes again. You laid her on her side of the bed, a blush covering your face that was luckily hidden by the darkness of the room. You covered her up and kissed her forehead. She held onto your arms when you attempted to walk away, a confused look forming on her face.

“I have to get ready for bed, silly.” You whispered and she sighed, slowly letting go to let you get ready. She stole your pillow, pulling it between her arms tightly as she turned onto her side. You smiled at the sight and quickly moved into the bathroom, getting ready for bed as you were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to be in bed with Wanda. When headlights lit up your window Wanda sat up slightly. She frowned when she saw Natasha’s car peeling out of the driveway and driving down the street. Why she took so long to leave was unknown but all it left was this pit of self-consciousness in Wanda’s stomach. She has quickly and wrongfully assumed you were out so late because you were with her. When you came back to bed you crawled in bed next to her, scooting up and pressing your body against hers from behind. You wrapped your arms around her closely and rested your head on her pillow.

“May I have my pillow back, darling?” You asked gently as you rubbed up and down her side softly. She shook her head, squeezing it tighter to her chest. You let out a tired chuckle when she shook her head and pulled her closer, kissing her neck. “I guess that just means I’m going to have to be closer to you tonight huh?” You teased, referring to the fact that the two of you would be sharing a pillow. She let out a hum as an approving response before closing her eyes. You placed one more kiss on her neck before closing your eyes as well. You fell asleep, holding the girl close to you. Unable to sleep, Wanda's quiet tears were muffled into your pillow. She couldn’t understand why you would be out with Natasha so late, again, instead of being home with her. She felt as if it was her fault and she grew to become extremely self-conscious about it.

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The next morning Wanda woke up upset. She just snuggled closer to you as she waited for you to wake up. Typically she would get out of bed and head to work early but this morning she needed the extra time with you. When you woke up you were surprised to see Wanda awake, lying on your chest, her fingertips tracing patterns on your stomach.

“Good morning.” You whispered as you lifted your head slightly to kiss the top of hers. Instead of continuing with the customary response Wanda decided to jump right in.

“You’re always out with Natasha.” She complained, not even looking up at you. You sighed, quickly catching the mood she was in.

“Uh,” you started, confused about where the sudden accusations came from. You went with it anyway. “I mean sometimes, yeah? But I’m also working all the time lately I mean I don’t have the time to be out with her.” You said as your forehead wrinkled in confusion. You brought your hand up to her hair running your fingers through it carefully before massaging her scalp. She grumbled and sat up, turning to look at you.

“Notice how neither one of those things is being with me?” She asked as she pushed your hand away and sat up. You wanted to giggle at how dramatic she was being but you were lucky you didn’t as you realized she was genuinely upset.

“Wands, what’s up?” You asked as you propped yourself up with your elbows. She grumbled and rolled her eyes at your question, assuming why she was upset was blatantly obvious. She moved and straddled your lap. You automatically reached up to put your hands on her thighs but she swatted them away and instead held them by your sides.

“She’s like, obsessed with you or something.” She complained as she pressed your wrists to the bed, silently telling you to keep them there as she pulled her hands away and moved them to your stomach, pushing your shirt up. You got the hint and kept them still but your face wriggled into a frown.

“Come on she’s not obsessed with me.” You said, looking away as you thought back to last night. It was purely situational and she had just been in the area. Remembering the teasing and little bits of flirting Natasha had put out there, maybe you needed to reconsider that idea slightly, and maybe you needed to leave that part out to Wanda. The girl above you took it into her own hands though and with a raise of her hand, her eyes glowed red. When you looked back at her and noticed her you quickly reached up, grabbing her hands. “Wanda!” You frowned, now upset. “Stop using your powers on me.” It was your turn to complain now but she ignored you. Her eyes turned back to normal and she ground her hips against you, pinning your wrists back to the bed, now above your head.

“The little witch may be right. You are working too much.” She scoffed as she began reciting some of the words from last night. “Or what? You’ll spank me?” She grumbled repeating the line as her hips ground against you, suppressing a moan. “Keep your hands to yourself.” She squeezed your wrists tighter. “Why?” She asked, stopping her movements as she looked into your eyes and raised her eyebrow. “Does she not keep her hands to herself?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes at what she was doing.

“Wanda get off me I’m not in the mood.” You said firmly and seriously as you looked up into her eyes. She let go of your wrists with a grumble and moved to sit next to you. “Nothing happened. And nothing is going to happen.” You said as you stood up, rubbing your wrists. “Ever.” You said before disappearing off into the bathroom, leaving her on the bed alone.

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Now

Running away was your specialty. Anything that got too hard or scary, you ran. The unknown was big. How were you supposed to act and behave if you didn't know what would come next? You could handle the unknown when you felt secure with Wanda. She always seemed to know what to do. Her security pulled you in. It all had disappeared lately and you were in search of it once again. Tearful, you knocked on Natashas' door harshly. As you waited for her to answer you grew self-conscious. Suddenly aware that you were standing outside her door, dressed in Wanda's shorts and hoodie, not wearing a bra. Remembering last night you assumed there were probably marks on your visible body as well. You crossed your arms, turning a bright shade of red when Natasha opened the door. The sun was just beginning to creep above the horizon which made her face glow.

“Hey…?” You spoke softly and your voice cracked as tears began to fall once again as you saw the confusion on Natashas' face turn to concern. She quickly pulled you inside and made fast work of trying to comfort you.

“Detka…what's wrong?” she spoke gently, the nickname falling all too easily off her tongue. Instead of saying anything you practically fell into her embrace, wrapping your arms tightly around her as your head tucked down and rested beneath her chin, tears falling rapidly as you sobbed. Seeing your state a ping hit Natashas' chest as she suddenly got nervous. “Did she hurt you?” There was hesitation in her voice yet she was firm in finding out the answer. You gasped at her question, the idea of Wanda ever even laying a hand on you non-consensually, was unfathomable to you. Shaking your head quickly she sighed a breath of relief as she shut the door, gently guiding you inside. You clung to her tightly and she awkwardly moved the two of you to her couch. She sat down before pulling you gently next to her. You didn't take much prompting as you practically sat on her, clinging tightly. She began to rub your back up and down in an attempt to quiet your sobs. While they slowed they never ceased completely. Her hand slid gently under your shirt and rested on your bare back, trying to continue the movements when you stopped her.

“No.” You murmured as you lifted your head for a second looking into her eyes. You reached behind your back, placing her hand back on top of your shirt. You wiped the tears from your face with open palms and sniffled before laying your head back down. She got the hint and continued her slow patterns up and down as you calmed down. When your sobs calmed and turned into quiet sniffling she finally attempted to ask what was wrong.

“Detka…” she tried again, and you grumbled snuggling closer.

“Don't call me that.” You said firmly and pulled your phone out, declining a call from work as you set your phone on the coffee table next to you. You sniffled and buried your head in the crook of her neck, closing your eyes. Natasha, at a loss of what to do let you stay in that position. When she felt you drift off to sleep she smiled a little at the sight and pulled you closer. Just after you fell asleep your phone began to ring, Wanda. Asleep, you had no idea. Natasha had to decide, she took a second. She hesitated as she reached over to the coffee table. When she saw who was calling her eyes flickered back and forth between you and the phone. She slowly set the phone upside down, ignoring the call. Unbenounced to you Wanda was growing increasingly worried and anxious at you being gone. She had taken up pacing back and forth between the living room, her phone held to her ear as she dialed your number repeatedly. After the tenth call with still no response she had an idea of where you had been. Despite how she seemed, she wasn't angry. She was scared, scared something had happened to you. But also confused. What had she done? Above all the familiar feeling of self-consciousness grew in her chest. Ignoring everything in the house she tore through to the door. As she got closer to Natasha’s house her concern grew, her power setting off nearby car alarms.

When the phone calls ceased and the lights flickered in the house Natasha knew Wanda was nearby, and upset. The door flung open, breaking the hinges with a loud bang. You startled awake at the loud noise, a loud gasp leaving your lips. In a panic you sat up, your attention immediately drawn to the front door, Wanda, standing in the doorway.

“What is going on here?” She demanded firmly as she stalked over to the two of you on the couch, unnecessarily close. This wasn’t Wanda anymore. This was Mommy. Her tone was demanding and firm, but it had a sweet sultry tone that dripped as she spoke. You’d always noticed the more worked up Wanda got, the more her accent came through. This was surely one of those times. When neither of you answered fast enough to her liking she asked again. “I asked a question.” She reached out her hand. You had expected her to touch you, to grab your chin. Instead, she reached towards Natasha. Her fingers gently reached under her chin, lifting it slightly as she made deep eye contact with the other girl.

“She came here this morning!” Natasha stuttered quickly. “She just fell asleep!” She explained with an urgency and demeanor you had never seen from her before. You watched the sight before you, surprisingly curious as you tugged your bottom lip into your mouth. Wanda’s hand raised from off her chin before delivering a slap to Natasha’s cheek. Natasha yelped at the hit, causing you to flinch. You could feel the tension as the two of them interacted. Wanda’s hand gently rubbed and soothed where she had just hit as Natasha leaned into her touch, her legs pressing together in anticipation. The sight in front of you made you squirm. You physically felt your breath hitch in your chest when Wanda leaned forward and kissed Natasha. There was no jealousy behind your eyes as you watched the two of them, their kiss becoming more heated by the second. You squirmed next to them, your legs pressing together as you gnawed on your bottom lip, waiting impatiently in anticipation for your turn. When Wanda finally pulled away her breath heaved slightly as she caught her breath.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Wanda said as she stood up and smoothed out her shirt. “Natasha, you are going to go to your room and wait for us in bed. We are going to have a little chat then join you up there. Okay?” She said it in a tone that sounded as if she was asking but she wasn’t. Natasha just nodded and glanced at you before carefully standing and quietly heading to her room. When she left you looked up at Wanda with wide innocent eyes.

“Mine.” You mumbled as you grabbed Wanda’s hand, tugging her down into a passionate kiss. She straddled your lap happily as she kissed you back, her tongue wasting no time as it brushed against your bottom lip, seeking entrance. You happily obliged, allowing her tongue to take control. “Mine.” You mumbled again, into the kiss this time as your hands reached around her waist, squeezing her sides lightly.

“Yes, all yours Detka.” She said as she slowly pulled away from the kiss. She dragged her finger across your jaw, tracing her fingers across your face. It was as if she was trying to memorize it. As if you would disappear in her fingers at any second. Her breath grew shaky as tears brimmed her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She took a second, closing her eyes for a second before opening them, a fresh tear falling slowly but beautifully down her cheek. “You left this morning.” She said in a whisper, any louder, she feared would break her. “Why?” In the second part, she spoke even softer. Each word felt like a chore as it left her body. You felt your blood rushing in your ears, just as it always did when you got anxious or scared. Your hands reached up gently holding her face. Your thumbs brushed across her cheeks, wiping away the tear that had fallen as you kissed her cheekbone tenderly.

Your jaw shook as you opened your mouth to speak. “I left before you could.” You said, in a level just above a whisper. “I left before you could remember how mad we were.” You paused, sucking in a quick breath, the noise in your ears getting louder. “How mad you were.” You admitted quietly, the guilt and setting in for what you had done. Wanda frowned, her eyebrows crinkling ever so slightly twisting into an even sadder expression.

“You think I’m going to leave you?” She asked as her fingertips paused on your face. “Detka I would never.” She assured. “I’m not mad at you.” She smiled sadly. “I mean, I have been mad.” She admitted carefully. “But only because I’m scared.” She looked away, breaking eye contact for the first time since the conversation started. She pulled her hands away to wipe her face. “Scared you’re going to leave me. For her.” Wanda said quietly as she glanced at the stairs and then back to you. You couldn’t shake your head quick enough.

“No!” You exclaimed quickly, a little louder than either of you had expected, causing a sad giggle. “Wanda no, no, never. I love you so much. I just.” You stuttered out of shock. “Absolutely not.” You said as you brought your hands back to her face, turning it towards you. “Wanda, you are the love of my life. I can never even imagine leaving you for any reason, let alone another woman. I don’t even want to imagine it!” You sniffled before leaning closer and resting your forehead against hers.

“I love you too.” She whispered before kissing you. It was a tender kiss, sweet, and simple. She pulled away for a second and chuckled breathily as she wiped your tears away. “Stop crying and kiss me Detka.” She whispered with a little smile before kissing you again, more passionately this time.

After several minutes of kissing you remembered to Natasha upstairs. You paused, pulling away and pressing a finger to Wanda’s lips.

“Natasha?” You whispered with a question in your voice about what was going to happen in that situation. Wanda seemed to have an idea. Her hands snaked under your sweatshirt slowly and she kissed the tip of your finger.

“I think it would be good to get the temptation out of the way.” She admitted, her hands rubbing your sides as they moved upward. “I also think it would be good for me to gain a little control in that whole situation.” She said, a small smile coming across her lips. “How do you feel about that?” She asked it was a genuine question and she was looking for your honest response.

“I like that idea.” You said as a dark blush crept across your cheeks. Wanda hummed happily when she heard your response.

“I expect you to use your safe word if anything crosses any lines. Okay?” She said firmly as her fingers stopped beneath your bra, she needed you focused for the rest of the conversation. You nodded quickly at her instruction, trying not to get too distracted by the thought of what was about to happen. “Is there anything different you don’t want happening in there?” She asked and you thought for a second. Your face blushed even darker and your head fell to her shoulder in an attempt to hide it. You nodded a little and she slid her hands down your sides, needing to know your thoughts. You were embarrassed to admit them but she prodded anyway, knowing it was necessary. “Detka. What is it?” She asked, letting your head stay where it was if it would make it easier.

You hesitated before quietly admitting it. “I don’t want her mouth.” You paused and built up further courage. “I don’t want her eating you out.” You stated a deep red blush on your face at having to admit that out loud. She didn’t laugh at you as you had expected though. Instead, she smiled understandingly.

“That’s yours huh?” She asked with a smile, causing you to nod on her shoulder, your face nuzzling into her neck as you began to place soft kisses on her sensitive skin. “Anything else?” She asked, knowing she would have control of what went on up there and could set her boundaries for herself. When you shook your head she hummed, pleased. You pulled back and kissed her again, sighing happily into a kiss. You found yourself distracted by Wanda’s hands trailing up your shirt again. Suddenly you pulled away with wide eyes and began to laugh. Wanda looked confused before realizing it.

“How long has she been waiting up there?” You asked between giggles as you covered your mouth at the realization.

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obx-pogue4life · 1 year

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The Right Path For Us

Summary: Rafe just wants to be able to feel his girl without anything between them and that need turns into a conversation which leads y/n and Rafe to realize they just might finally be ready to start a family together

Warnings: Fluffy smut. Slight breeding kink, begging, swearing, kissing, slight dirty talk, mentions of sex, pregnancy and marriage

"Please baby? Let me feel all of you without a condom," my boyfriend Rafe begged. "I need to feel you against my cock. Don't you want to feel me without that barrier in between us? Don't you want to feel my hot cum shoot into you, painting your insides with my seed?

"What I want Rafe, is to not get pregnant by my idiot boyfriend who thinks it's ok to just unload in me freestyle because he wants to feel all of me," I say to him sternly. I'm gonna stick with no.

"Awww come on y/n, what's the worst thing that could happen? You get pregnant? So fucking what! Who cares if I knock you up! You don't want that? Please...I know you. You'd love it if I put a baby in that belly of yours. You'd love carrying around a little Cameron and have everyone know that you belong to me.

I start to blush and Rafe gives me that shit eating grin of his, knowing that what he said is right on the money. "I fucking knew it," he brags.

"OK fine, but just because you technically may not be wrong does not mean I am ready- actually scratch that, that WE are ready for a baby Rafe.

"Pffffftttt," he says looking directly at me. He takes my hand and laces our fingers and leads us to the couch. I follow him but am a little surprised at his sudden silence. We both sit down, him still holding my hand and sit a minute in silence. "Do you know how much I love you, y/n?," he quietly asks, turning to face me.

I mimic his turn on the couch and notice how serious he is. "Of course I do Rafe. I love you just as much, with all my heart," you answer him, grabbing for his other hand. I put it directly over my heart and place my hand over his. "Forever," I say softly. Rafe's face lights up immediately and he moves our hands from my chest to his, repeating the word that means so much to him.

"Forever," he says to me. "I would love nothing more than to start a family with you y/n."

"I'm barely 20 years old," I say desperately trying to come up with reasons to tell this gorgeous man in front of me as to why we should not have a baby right now.

"Well that's a shit reason," he says chuckling. "Just because we're young doesn't mean we aren't ready. We are plenty mature and have plenty of money. NEXT," he says confidently.

"Well...we aren't married, we aren't even engag-," he cut you off with a wave of his hand.

"That is 100% your own doing y/n and you know it. If I had my way, we would have been married a long time ago.

"If you had your way, we would have been married in high school and we might not have made it here because you know perfectly well that it would have been really hard to make an actual marriage work when we still have to worry about getting to homeroom on time and submitting book reports," I say as calmly as I can muster.

We have had this talk many times over the past several years of dating and we both agreed to hold off until I was finished with college and Rafe played a bigger part in his dad's company. I know that him just being a Cameron alone would support us well beyond our means, that is always a big part of our arguments, but it's very important to me to know that we can make it on our own and support ourselves by having real jobs and skills to fall back on just incase we ever needed them. I also wanted to make damn well sure that Rafe knows I loved him despite his money, not because of it and this was a clear way for me to prove that to him; not that he ever questioned it but I never want to give him a reason to. With a family like the Cameron's, there comes a lot of underlying responsibility and a lot of obligations and I never felt ready for all of that, no matter how much I loved Rafe. Well...until now, that is.

"I still think we would have been fine but that was then y/n," he presses. "What about now?"

"Are you actually being serious right now," you say slowly, thinking.

"Serious as a heart attack baby," he states coolly.

"Please baby? You know I will always take care of you and you know how much I love you. It's only a matter of time before you're a Cameron anyway," he smirks at you, leaning in for a kiss. I sigh into his mouth, knowing he's right and struggle to come up with any real reasons why not to at least try to start a family. It probably wouldn't happen right away anyway and I know how much having his own family means to him. I also know he will always make good on his promise to take care of me and to love me. So maybe now could be the right time?

"So I'm not saying yes but-," THERE'S A BUT!, he interrupts.

"Oh my gosh, eager much," I tease him, poking him in the ribs and smiling. "I'm not saying yes but if I were to agree to this, I want to hear you tell me that this just isn't just about sex. I need to hear you without you trying to put the moves on me that you really want this as much as you say you do Rafe because so so help me god, if you're lying to me just to get me to let you fuck me without a condom-," BABY he interrupts again.

"You know me better than that. I would never trick you like that! What kind of a jerky bastard do you think I am?!," he feigns in mock rage.

"I know that," you sigh apologetic. "This is just a huge step for us and I just really need to make sure we both want this for the same reasons."

"We?," he questions, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"Yes, we," I say to him, smiling back happily.

"You know how badly I want you and to start a family together," he says taking his arms and draping them around my neck. I might have started out like a little bit of a jerk earlier but it's just because I love you so much and my need for you clouds my mind sometimes. And I know that sounds like a line but you know in your heart that I mean every word of it. The pleasure we'd feel would just be an added bonus y/n," he smirks at me.

"Is that so?" I say egging him on.

"Oh baby," he says raspily, his eyes filling with lust. "You have no idea how good it's gonna be."

I feel myself gulp as my eyes widen from his confidently naughty confession. My breathing gets a bit faster and Rafe immediately notices my body stiffen in front of him.

"What are you thinking, y/n," he asks me, resting his head against my forehead.

"That I want you," I immediately say and then blush. I can feel Rafe's eyelashes fluttering against my face and the way his breath begins to pick up. He presses his lips to mine in a sweet kiss and I can feel the smile on his face. After a minute he pulls away to look at me.

"What else do you want?," he asks me, his tone desperate to hear my words of affirmation.

"I really want to start a family with you," I tell him earnestly. I always have. I just wasn't sure we were ready for it until...," I look at him as the realization washes over me. "Well... until this exact moment. It just feels so right. The more I hear you talk about it, the more it just makes such perfect sense."

Before I could barely finish my thought his lips were on mine in a fevered panic, needy and wanting, as if he hadn't kissed me in ages. Between breaths he paused only to say how much he loves me and how happy I make him, confirming to me that this was absolutely the right path for us. As he lay me down on the couch, his body is pressed flush against mine as he puts my hands over my head and clutches my wrists. I sigh in complete content as he kisses my neck and I let my eyes close allowing that familiar feeling to start bubbling up inside me.

"Raaaaffeee," I moan out, letting him know how good he's making me feel.

"I know baby," he says in between biting and sucking on my delicate skin. He moves to my mouth and gives me a long, sweet kiss. His tongue melds with mine so perfectly, it makes me wonderfully dizzy and all I can think about is how in love I am with him. When he stops kissing me and pulls away it takes me a second to come back to earth. I open my eyes and find him smiling, staring at me and his necklace dangling right in front of my nose. I playfully grab the chain gently and he leans in and kisses me sweetly on the nose.

"What?," I say giggling. He's still looking at me with that goofy grin on his face and he once again makes me blush.

"Now," he says with a twinkle in his eye. "I just have to get you to agree to marry me."

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only-luce-the-goose · 4 months

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Sick days

A/N: This is the last part of a previous request, I'm really happy that you have enjoyed the last two and I hope you enjoy this one. I've based off myself a little bit, just job wise really 🤷‍♀️

Arthur Leclerc x reader

Synopsis: "Maybee some of the care for her when she's sick 🥹🥹"

Warnings: sick reader, soft Arthur

You loved your job, getting to watch kids before and after school when their parents would drop them off early or pick them up late. You loved working with the different age groups, doing activities, and running around with them. It wasn't until you got sick that you realised that working with kids might not be completely good. You wake up on a Saturday morning, your sinuses are blocked up, you've got a pounding headache, and your joints ache.

You mentally curse yourself for getting sick, you knew it was from work since you haven't been anywhere else lately. What made it even worse? Arthur has a week off. You're supposed to pick him up from the airport tonight. Luckily you decided to gradually clean your shared apartment throughout the week, so everything has already been done. You gradually get up, heading to the kitchen to get breakfast. You put down 2 pieces of toast, spreading butter and vegemite on them when come up (I am an AUSTRALIAN. Vegemite toast is like a medical remedy for sick days, do not judge me 🫶).

After finishing breakfast, you move on with your day. You head to your home gym, hoping to get a little cardio done. You managed to make it through an hour on the treadmill before your sinuses became too much. You quickly shut it off before running to grab a tissue and pump yourself with more anti-cold tablets. You made it to the shower, washing off the sweat.

You spent the rest of the day in front of the tv, trying to relax and clear your cold up as much as you could. Arthur's plane was arriving at 9pm, so you knew you had to leave at 8pm. It was 7pm when you realised you must shower and get ready to pick your boyfriend up.

After parking at the airport, you made your way in to find Arthur's gate. You had about 20 minutes to go until he walked through the doors. Your nose was still stuffy and you had a bit of a cough, better than this morning but still not great. You sat on a bench, watching as his plane rolled up and connected to the ramp. He was the first person out of the door, frantically looking around until he spotted you.

He broke into a grin and picked up speed, you stood up and broke into a run. Bodies collided in a bone-crushing hug in the middle of the airport, your arms around his neck as he gripped your waist. He pulled his head back, and you let go and grabbed his luggage, avoiding his kiss so you wouldn't get him sick. You linked your hand with him, pulling his luggage behind you. He didn't move, letting go of your hand and pouting as you turned around.

"Baby, what are you doing?" slightly amused by his reaction, you moved closer to him. He mumbled under his breath, "What did you say?" you asked him. "You didn't kiss me" he said through his pout. You giggle a little when you answer, "Arty, I've got a cold, I don't want to get you sick on your time off". He gave you a massive eye roll when he said "Seriously, love? You know I don't give a shit of your sick or not, I'll gladly get sick if it means I still get to kiss you"

You laugh as you reach up to cup his cheek, "I think you might be going soft, baby" you joke. "I don't care" is the only thing you hear as he brings his hand to the back of your head and connects your lips in a mind-blowing, firework show of a kiss. You both make your ways back to the car and head home for the night. Lo and behold, you wake up the next morning with no cold symptoms. However, your boyfriend is shivering and sniffling. "I told you, baby" you says as you big spoon him, "Shut up", he responds, "I still love you, even if you got me sick" he chuckles. "I love you too, Arty"

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plan3tjuniper · 1 year

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"Insatiable" Leon S. Kennedy~

INCLUDES: fluff, friends(barely) to lovers, smut, jealous Leon, oral (m receiving), confessions, angry fucking?(close enuf), P in V, cream-pie, unprotected sex

Leon never thought of himself as possessive or even very monogamous til he saw you sucking another guy off..

Authors note: ok wow I'm finally back in the fanfic writing game after a long hiatus, hope you guys like this one. He's literally all i think about (this is gonna be a long one) also GOD HES SO MMPH UGWHDGSUJBUHSHIW

Leon Kennedy was an odd man romantically. He had had his fair share of sexual and romantic relationships, but he could never find himself to care too much for it. Did he enjoy a good romance movie here and there? sure! Does he enjoy sex? yeah who doesn't. And he has a pretty decent ratio. (its about a 3:50 for every girl who flirts with him which is pretty good seeing as most every woman who sees him gets a girl boner) He always wanted to settle down one day and be normal, cute wife, cute dog, cute little white picket fence life. But in reality, he only wanted that because what else would be do? His life was so far from normal that even to imagine it any different was insanity so he settled on the default, he had no idea how he would feel going from chaos and action to comfort and boringness. He had grown accustomed to the lifestyle in one way or another.

You on the other hand weren't in a relationship solely because you didn't want to be. And you were proud of it. You are young and just enjoying sex and fun while you still can. Kids and marriage were never in the picture for you and at the most you could see yourself raising a sweet little boy you adopted. But you'd never met anyone that made you want to settle down or that you could see a future with. You were a self-proclaimed slut. Your friends say you'd fuck anything in a 5 foot radius which isn't true but your body count is in the late 20s (ignoring blowjobs which don't realllyy count) And you enjoyed it, couldn't get enough.

You and Leon worked together, acquaintances but if someone asked you'd call him your friend. You had been on a few smaller missions together, you were hot for him and he was such a flirt. You could've sworn you threw out at least 3 pairs of panties just from just making eye contact with the man. But you were a professional woman and couldn't do anymore than glance and flirt with him on the job. Which is why you're thanking god and the heavens above that Chris and Jill and a few other people from the office invited you out clubbing tonight. They made sure to tell you Leon was coming because you are not an inconspicuous woman.

You'd finished your hair and makeup and slid on your little black dress, it may be basic but fuck you looked good it hugged you in all the right places(god you have a great ass). You put on your lipstick afterwards because you didn't want smears on the inside of the dress. and then put a bracelet and some earrings on, basic but you didn't want to get tangled up while dancing. You grabbed your little matching black purse and strapped your heels on and went and sat on your couch, eager. You had started getting ready 3 hours early, but who could blame you? It had been all you were thinking about all day. Your stomach churned in excitement as you tried to pull your attention to the TV to pass the 30 minutes you had to waste before they swung by to pick you up. You grabbed a piece of bread and nibbled on it to the incoherent talking it was hard to eat with your gut constricting in excitement. Really all you were thinking about was how to talk to Leon.

They finally arrived a minute late, a polite knock on your door followed by Chris banging on it and yelling "POLICE OPEN UP!" you giggled and opened the door to jill punching him in the arm. You were stunned for a second by the presence of Leon behind them just staring at you. He was like a sexy ghost. You regained your thoughts and said "you're two minutes late this is unacceptable" crossing your arms feigning anger. Jill gets on her knees and pleads "I'm so so sorry we had car troubles, whatever could i do to make it up to you" faking a cry. You put your hand to her face and say "you should've walked." You two make eye contact after your statement and cant hold it in any longer erupting in laugher. They start to walk to the car parked in the parking lot of your apartment building. You wait a second to lock the door and Leon stays by your side while the others start a conversation of their own. "You're quiet" you say pulling the key out and putting it in your bag. "I know, I honestly just don't know what to say" you share an awkward chuckle "you look nice" he said making eye contact with you. You look up at him nudging his shoulder with your own "thank you, I think this is my first time seeing you dressed like a normal person. Like if you ever wore sweatpants I think my head might explode." He laughs at that not a lot but it's genuine. You get to the car and climb into the back seat with Leon, he holds the door open "your seat madam" "why thank you sir" you say with a smile. You hear Chris say "knew itt" before jill hits him again.

The car was fun, listening fun trashy white girl music to get in the mood and singing along, cracking stupid jokes and doing bits with your friends in the front. Leon was making fun of the music the most but even he started humming along eventually, you're never letting him live it down. During the parts he was silent he would just stare at you talking and having fun, you were too caught up to notice the way he was studying your features, the curve of your nose, how you look when you laughed, the little moles and freckles on your skin, he was soaking it all in like a sickly victorian child seeing the sun. You sat back for a second to see him biting at dead skin on his lip when he brought his focus back to the conversation. You reached in your bag and pulled out some chapstick and handed it to him, he looked a little stunned (and a little turned on at your thoughtfulness) he put it on around and on his lips because they really needed it. You looked at him when his hand pulled away you noticed a sheer pink color outlining his mouth. You let out a giggle and he looked at you confused "what?." "I forgot it was tinted" you said hand covering your mouth in shock and interest. "I bet i look fabulous" he said with a flat tone and then puckering his lips at you. "yeah the smeared lipstick look is really in right now" you say giggling at his accidentally over-lined lips before leaning over and grabbing his face to wipe around his lips so he doesn't look insane. His breath hitched feeling your thumb swiping under his lips. "You know you could've just asked to kiss me, didn't have to make me look stupid" he said almost mumbling cause he didn't want to move him mouth too much and mess you up. "As if!! kissing you would be like kissing sandpaper! You are one cold morning away from a mouthful of blood from those cracks on your lips" you say pulling away from his face.

You knew what you were doing, and you knew that he liked you. You weren't dumb and you weren't gonna play it. You saw how he looked at you and god he had to know to some capacity how much you wanted him.

He was all you could get off to when you were alone now, sneaking a hand down to your panties and wishing it was his. Pumping your finger in and out of yourself almost antagonistically, you had assumed he'd be teasing and mean in your fantasies about him. And you would be lying if you said you said you hadn't been sleeping with more blonde guys as of recent to pretend that they're him. But none of them fucked you like Leon did in your head.

You guys pulled up the club finally, "The Alley Cat" stupid name but a dance floor and booze is a dance floor and booze. Starting to walk towards the door you notice that what you assumed was a busy sidewalk was a line around the block to get in. "This place is brand new how'd they find it so fast" jill said with a look of defeat. "Clubbers are menaces. Just give me a second I can get us in" you said adjusting your bra and arching your back very slightly.

You sauntered towards the bouncer, a man who looked to be in his late 30s, grown out buzz cut, brown mean eyes and a pair of sunglasses adorning his head. He was strong, not as strong as the men you worked with but you knew he could throw you around like you weighed as much as a napkin. He was tall too, too tall but that seemed to be good when your occupation is to be a human brick wall. His arms were crossed as he watched you strut up to him, squeezing your cleavage together and pouting. "Hello sir, i was wondering if you'd let me and my friends in" touching his chest "we were just sooo excited" you say slowly lips still in a pout looking up at him with half lidded eyes. "mmm.. I'll let you guys in if you make it worth my while" he said with a disgusting grin, you were such a hypocrite for being grossed out by the man when you knew that thats exactly what you were trying to get him to agree to. Just comes with the territory of being a woman I guess. You turn around with a wide smile on your face and wave your friends over. Jill squeals and trots over in her heels to hug you.

Leon had watched the whole ordeal go down, he had no idea what the two of you were saying but he could tell whatever you were doing was working. He had no right to be jealous so why was he, you two were barely friends he had no claim on you. Is what he tried to tell himself but his stomach was bubbling with jealousy and a little bit of anger. Anger that continued to grow when he saw the bouncer walk the group in and sweep you off to god knows where to do god knows what.

"She needs to stop doing this I would've been fine with waiting an hour or two" jill said with a sigh sitting down at the bar she ran her fingers through her short hair and looked around getting a scope of the place. "Doing what?" He said barely loud enough to hear over the music. Leon knew the answer to the question but he still asked anyways praying silently she wouldn't say it. "The last 5 times we've went to clubs she's pulled the whole seduce the bouncer thing and then suck him off in a backroom or closet. It's her choice at the end of the day but that must be really degrading mentally overtime for her. She may say she loves being a whore now but I don't think it's good for her to be treated like an object so often." Leon listened sympathetically but he was gritting his teeth internally at the idea of you sleeping with someone who wasn't him.

Leon didn't understand why he was feeling this way, you're gorgeous and he knew that, everyone knew that. But he enjoyed being around you. Every time he sees you he gets a little flustered thinking about how to talk to you and 'accidentally' eavesdropping when you'd talk about something you were passionate about, or recent news, or a mission or just something you enjoyed. He'd listen and wish he was the person you were talking to. He was absolutely infatuated with you. And he realized recently that the reason for it is because you're so interesting. He could never keep a girlfriend or fling before because he'd get bored so fast, he was addicted to the chaos in his life. It was his normal. And he wanted you to be that one constant in his life who he wakes up to every morning and wonders "what is she doing today?." because he knows it'll be a different answer every time. He wanted you to be his inconstant constant. By now the simmer of jealousy in his stomach had turned to a boil and it was spilling out. It should be him thats you're on your knees in front of not some loser who works at a club. He shivers at the thought.

The bouncer leads you to a storage closet about the size of a small bedroom, he starts nipping at your neck and groping your tits through your dress before pushing you to your knees in-front of him. his back against the cold concrete wall. You unzip his black pants music blaring through the door although the bass is louder than anything else. You pull his dick out, half hard and pump it a few times. "Just fucking suck it you little club slut." You knew it was his idea of dirty talk but it still didn't stop you from rolling your eyes. But maybe thats just because he's not Leon.

You take the tip into your mouth licking and sucking on it and finding his sensitive spot on the underside of his dick, you play with it for a little before he grabs a hold of your hair and starts throat fucking you. Drool pooling around your mouth and dribbling down your chin. Your eyes started to water as you relaxed your throat and just took him. That went straight to your panties, something inside you loved being manhandled. You were insatiable. Your makeup was probably fucked right now but you were too busy to care, and it was too dark in the club for anyone to notice. You started to move along with him as you could feel him getting closer squeezing your hair and his moans heightening in pitch, mouth falling into an 'O'. Or rather he was getting closer because before you could think Leon had busted through the door.

The mans whose name you still don't know's hand went limp on the back of your head as his whole body stilled. You pulled off of him a string of spit connecting you and his dick. Leon looked furious, jaw clenched and hands balled up into tight little fists definitely leaving little crescent-shaped marks in his palms. "Leon?" you said confused, barely able to think to ask why he's here before he punches the man straight in the nose. His head flies back holding his face, before he lunges on Leon. Theres a short lived battle of arms and legs before Leon is pinned down and cuffed. "You both are fucking out. now."

The man escorts you both out, Leons hands cuffed behind his back being held and you walking freely alongside, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more. He throws you two out on the curb and you hear a few people in the front of the line snicker. You make a quick call to Jill to say Leon got you two kicked out and that you'd update her later and you wanted her to enjoy her night, and to tell the people who haven't shown up yet that they can just say they're with her.

"Yeah, Yeah I'm sorry.. I know!! It's terrible, but he's probably just drunk. Yeah i'll get him home safe. Yeah. Okay, love you bye bye"

Thats all Leon hears as you're on the phone pacing back towards him, it was an odd habit you picked up. Needing to be doing something while talking to someone.

You look up at him with a mix of pity and annoyance and run your hands through your hair with a sigh. "C'mon, I'm walking you home. gotta make sure you don't beat anyone else up." You pat his back and start walking.

"I'm not drunk.."

"Sure Leon."

The two of you walk in silence for what feels like an eternity, the sounds of honks and angry drivers keeping you two sane. You take a sharp breath and contemplate your words before spitting them out.

"Why'd you do that Leon?" You say softly, looking over at him.

He refuses to look you in the eye, focusing on the sidewalk ahead of you. He responds with barely a mumble. "Jealous"

"What..?"

He finally looks you in the eyes and sighs "I was jealous.. can we just pretend like this never happened?"

You ignore his question. "Why were you jealous Leon.."

He groans and looks up to the sky, massaging his neck.

"Why do you think"

You smile at him, small. He doesn't notice though.

"Youuu like meee"

"You're making me wish I didn't right now"

"Shut up" You push his arm slightly, he stumbles over his feet to the side.

"So?"

"I mean I guess you're kinda cute" You say sarcastically, smile widening.

"Kinda?" He leers at you with that smirk on his face

you wanted to fuck it off of him

After a few more minutes of walking and bantering you arrive at his apartment, you climb up the stairs with him and he unlocks the door with ease. You follow him inside.

He takes his jacket off, revealing his toned back covered by a thin layer of cloth, if you weren't wet before you were now. He turns around to ask you a question but before he could even finish the first word you practically pounced on him.

Lips pressing against his, hands gripping onto his shirt desperately, like if you let go he'd disappear. He was shocked at first before letting out a low chuckle into your mouth, that went straight to your panties.

One of his hands grip your waist and the other grips your ass, pulling your body even closer to his. He slides his tongue into your mouth, making you melt at his touch. Letting out a whine into the kiss, the hand that was holding your ass moves up to your scalp and pulls your head back. Gripping your hair tight, a string of saliva connecting your wet lips as he pulls you away from him.

This time a whine leaves your mouth but its more of a beg and less of a moan. "Awww so needy" He says mocking you. "Leon please.."

His grip on your scalp stays strong as he forces you to your knees, he lets go and moves his hand to caress your face. Using a thumb to part your lips, you just look up at him dumbly. He puts his thumb in your mouth and you start sucking it mindlessly. "good girl.."

You look up at him and nod your head with a "mhm."

"Take off your dress" he says sternly.

You unzip your small, revealing dress to reveal a matching set of black lace panties and bra. He hums in approval.

"You were planning on getting fucked tonight.. probably by some stranger that couldn't treat you half as good as me"

You just continue to look up at him.

"C'mon baby, I want you to show me exactly what you would've done to that bouncer."

You nod at him again and work quickly at his belt and button.

"Someones experienced."

You pull his pants and boxers down to his knees and kiss around his dick, biting his thigh.

You take his fully erect penis into your hand, stroking it a few times. He looks like he's in complete bliss just from that. Eyelashes fluttering and looking down at you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

You lick his tip, flicking your tongue on his frenulum. His hand grips tighter on the back of your head and he lets out a small gasp. You put his tip in your mouth, and he lets out a groan at that.

"Quit teasing" he says lowly almost in a growl.

"Thought you wanted me to do exactly what id do to him" you tease him.

And with that you put him in your mouth in an instant, deep throating him. You pull away for a moment, looking up at him "feel free to fuck my mouth."

You put him back in your mouth and with that he grips your hair and starts fucking into your mouth, you gag slightly, tears pooling in your eyes and drool leaking down your chin again.

He turns your bodies around so now you're pressed against the wall, still sitting. And now instead of moving your mouth back and forth he's thrusting his hips into your mouth, losing himself and moaning. Your fingers are now digging into his clothed thighs, leaving crescent shaped marks on his meaty thighs.

You were sopping wet by this point, trying to hump the ground or your heel for some friction. Your heel was now rubbing against your clit and you let out a moan around him.

"fuckfuckfuckfuck such a good girl, just a little throat for men to use aren't you?"

He grips your hair again and with another long moan he releases into your throat. Coating the inside of your mouth completely, pulling out slightly too soon and spurting a little onto your cheek. You swallow all of it and then open your mouth to show him.

"God you're such a slut"

He uses one hand to grab your face, pointer finger and thumb squishing each side of your face. Pulling you to stand up.

He takes you to his bedroom and you fall back onto his bed with a giggle.

He undoes your heels slowly, a more sensual and tender moment compared to what you guys were doing just minutes ago. He takes both of them off and takes off his shirt leaving him nude and you wearing your bra and panties.

He crawls over your body and plants soft kisses to your collar bones and chest, before unhooking your bra. you arch your back slightly so he can do it easier. He slides it off of your arms and continues trailing soft kisses all over your chest before licking around one of your nipples.

It was gentle and made you feel safe in an odd sense, he looks up at you with blown out eyes. Hair slightly messy and him looking sexier than ever.

"Gonna treat you so much better than any of those assholes, gonna make you cum til your sobbing happy tears"

You caress his face with a soft smile, your smaller hand giving him comfort. You pull his face closer to your own and pull him into a kiss, wrapping your leg around his waist. He brings a hand down to squeeze your ass.

"Was thinking about doing this when I saw you in that slutty little dress."

He leans back for a moment, to grab your panties and slide them off of you, throwing them somewhere in his room. Doesn't matter, you're not getting them back.

He moves back into you, grabbing inside of your knee and putting it back around his waist, lining his dick up with your pleading hole. Barely putting his tip in and watching himself just disappear into you.

"Quit teasing Leon, please.. need you" You look up at him with a pleading look, he snickers at your desperateness before pushing into you completely. Your soft walls hugging and squeezing him just right, you felt like heaven. He would stay right here forever if he could.

He lets out a groan and starts moving, you moan along with him. He filled you up so perfectly.

"Fuck, could get used to this cunt. Sucking me in so good, made for me"

He continues to fuck into you at an increasingly fast pace, your pussy making wet squelching sounds as he pounds into you. Abusing your g-spot.

"Say it sweetheart, no one could fuck you as good as me" he says smirking at you, your hips slamming together to make a harmony of moans and wet sounds.

"No one could fuck me as good as you Leon, feel s'good. Making me feel so gooomph" you choke out a sob as he picks up the pace even more.

"Clit.. Leon please" you manage to squeak out while he pounds into you. He brings a hand down to rub small circles on you, you're so close to breaking. This man knew how to press all of your buttons just right, you knew it was just sex talk but maybe he was onto something.. maybe he was made for you.

You could feel yourself reaching your high, you felt the pressure building in your abdomen as you tried not to clench around Leon but you couldn't help it. He let out a moan when you did, bringing you even closer to the ledge. "its okay baby.. just come for me, c'mon sweetheart"

He starts fucking you at an even more relentless pace, and with a scream you finish around him, walls of your cunt fluttering around his still moving cock. You can only whimper and say his name as he continues his assault on your pussy, chasing his own release.

He starts to pepper kisses onto your neck as he starts to quicken his pace "can I cum inside?, please baby. Need to, been thinking about filling this little pussy up since we met"

You let out a whine and nod your head, as he starts to whimper himself in your ear.

"So good, so good for me, gonna breed you. And you're gonna love it aren't you? Yeah you are, little fucking slut."

Biting down on your shoulder and he starts to spurt inside of you, seed filling you up to the brim as he thrusts a few more times, riding out his orgasm as he kisses around the bite mark he left on your neck. His trusts slow down and his hips eventually still inside of you.

He looks up from your neck at your face in a haze before pecking you on the lips. "Wanna be the only person who gets to fuck you, and kiss you and hold you like this. Let me take you out on a date okay? Be your little boyfriend"

You smile at him and wrap your arms around his neck and roll over so now you're on top of him "yeah.. I think id like that Leon"

You kiss him on the lips again, this one much more gentle and soft than the hungry kisses you two shared earlier. You lift your hips off of him, pulling his dick out of you with a wince. He watches in awe as his cum drips out of you onto his torso.

"I'm never letting you go now"

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OKAY HAII AUTHORS NOTE:

This took so fucking long to write and its pretty proofread but if there are any mistakes just tell me. Proud of this!!!!

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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AITA for telling my wife her book isn't that good?

So me (27M) and my wife (27F) have been married for 5 years. In the entire time we've been married, she had put her professional advancement on hold and chooses to stay at an office job with little potential for career advancement because her true dream is to write and publish books and she says she won't have time to write and pursue that dream if she has to put all her energy into a career she doesn't care about. I think that's not a good attitude to have, because being able to make money from writing books and getting published is really difficult and depends a lot on luck and her career choices impact me because we're married. If she doesn't reach her earning potential then I will need to make up for it by earning more for the both of us. So I feel a lot of the burden in finances while she just gets to chase her dream.

She has been resentful of me for a while that I don't support her writing, but I do! I think she's a great writer and I'm very proud of her, and I tell lots of people that my wife is a writer when they ask what she does. The only thing is that she's always talking about her books and thinking about them and talking about them to her friends and writing partners. She claims to have ADHD and writing is her hyperfixation but she's never been officially diagnosed and hasn't ever tried medication or anything. She'll work on them when there are things to do, like the kitchen is a mess or it's dinner time. And before people get mad at me for expecting her to be a maid I cook and clean a lot too. I just want more participation from her because I get tired of doing everything and sometimes I just want to be taken care of, too. She cleans and cooks sometimes, though she always half-does things, but it just bothers me when I get home hungry from work and she's been home for 20 minutes or so and she hasn't started cooking and the house is a mess and she's just sitting at her laptop.

If I'm honest, I don't like reading. English isn't my first language which makes it harder, and she writes what she calls "young adult books" and they're plots about teengers that aren't very interesting to me. I tried to read her book and got about six chapters in, but it was just really hard for me to keep going so I never finished it. Honestly I don't really care about her books, and it bothers me that her books are ALWAYS on her mind. For example if we're intimate, sometimes her gaze goes distant and I can tell her mind is elsewhere and probably on her books, and when we finally get time together it's like she's not interested in the conversation until it touches on writing or her books. I don't usually talk to her about her books much though, so to be honest she doesn't talk that much to me about it, she'll text other people. But I can tell she always wishes I would talk to her about it. I just wish she could be interested in something that isn't her own writing, like me and our life together.

So this issue kept coming up with her saying I'm not supportive, and I decided to take it to heart. I wanted to support her as a writer and help her achieve her goal of publication. So I sat her down and told her that while she's a good writer and her finished book is good, it's not great, and she's telling a story about a girl who's experiencing poverty and death and mental illnesses, all of which she doesn't have experience with, and it shows. It's a good accomplishment, but probably won't be published so if she wants to be published, she should maybe start something else. Well, she blew up at me and started yelling at me that I have no room to say that because I'm not the intended audience and I never finished it anyway and that she knows more about publishing than I do and her friends and family that read it thought it was amazing. But first of all, she can't trust her family and friends because they'll just support her even if it's not what she needs to hear, and I should be the one who she can count on to tell her the truth. Besides, I'm in the finance industry and know much more about business than she does. She got angry and stormed away and refused to talk to me for the rest of the day.

I don't want to apologize, because I think she needed to hear it. But she was so mad and even talked about it to her therapist, so I'm wondering if I'm the asshole for saying that in the first place and if she's actually right and I'm not really supporting her.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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ughgoaway · 10 months

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naughty vs nice // day 5

content warnings; smut (or at least attempted smut), blow jobs, kinda public?, sub-ish matty, swearing, misogyny and drinking.

a/n; now... I am not good at smut writing but I felt it was my duty to at least attempt some for y'all. if this is completely tragic, I apologise in advance lol <3

word count; 2.9k

(this fic takes place after they've gotten together)

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“So please, go and mingle parents and teachers! Your little ones are all having their own party in the gym, so enjoy your night off!” The headteacher raised his glass of wine as he finished his welcome, each person doing the same and then giving him a small round of applause.

You were currently talking to Mrs Jones and pretending to listen to her whine about her new teacher assistant and how useless they are. But your eyes continue to drift over her shoulder to meet Matty’s.

He stands across the room from you chatting to Adam and another teacher, but he can't keep focused on anything when you are dressed like that less than 20 feet away from him.

Your asymmetric dress draped over one shoulder and left the other bare. The body con hugged your figure in a way that had Matty's heart hammering at his ribs whenever he looked at you. The small slit teased him further. Every time your leg shifted and more of your thigh poked out, he had to make a conscious effort to not get hard.

Matty's eyes were drawn to the glowing skin of your exposed collarbone. Thinking of not even 30 minutes earlier when he stood between your legs mouthing at that exact spot as you whimpered under him.

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“You can't leave a mark baby,” you pant out but make no effort to stop his motions, “everyone will know exactly what I've been doing” You giggle as he nips lightly at your collarbone.

Your legs were spread as you sat on your desk and Matty moved his mouth over you.

“I don't care, I want them to know. Want them to know you’re my girl” he says, coming out from your neck with puffy kiss-bitten lips and messy curls from your wandering hands.

You sigh sadly and start to adjust his tie and stroke a hand over his hair to fix it, “I know, but we can't tell anyone. Not while im still so new here, im pretty sure if Mrs Richards knew I was fucking the hot rockstar Dad she’d fire me on the spot.”

Matty smirks and ignores most of your statement, opting to focus on one small part, “hot rockstar dad, huh? Is that what you teachers call me when you’re gossiping about me?”

Your cheeks go red, and you shake your head unconvincingly, matty hums and says “Sure sweetheart.”

You push him away playfully and stand, brushing your hands over your dress and straightening it out, not wanting to join the party looking like a teenager who has been caught fooling around.

“Okay you have to stay away from me tonight, or I'm just gonna jump you. you look too good in that suit” You smooth your hands over his lapels, and Matty smiles coyly at your words.

“Mmm maybe I want that, though,” he teases as he smoothly slides his hands around your waist. A firm look from you has Matty backtracking, quickly saying, “Okay okay, I promise. I won't come near you tonight. Scouts honour” Matty faux salutes you, and you can't help but giggle at your boyfriend's ridiculousness.

That promise lasted all of 30 minutes, but soon you were roped into a conversation with Matty and two other dads, both of whom you hated.

Mike Wilson and Martin Addams were two eye-roll-inducing men. You avoided them at all costs, but as you walked past them, Martin waved you over.

“y/n perfect, we need a good woman's opinion here,” he says, smirking at you, shamelessly running his eyes over your body. You see Matty tense out of the corner of your eye, but he sighs and shakes it off.

“Ah hello everyone,” you say with faux politeness, giving Matty a subtle nod that he returns and fights the smile threatening his cheeks.

“You're a traditional woman, aren't you y/n?” Martin asks, not giving you time to answer before carrying on, “You have a job, but you get that women aren't meant to work. If you had kids or whatever, you'd be at home in the kitchen like a proper lady, wouldn't you?” his question had you frozen on the spot.

What kind of fucking question is that? What would possess him to ask you that?

Before you get a chance to try and give a fake, polite response, Mike jumps in, “Yeah! You get that a woman's purpose is to have kids and look after the house. You're all just babymakers, really, aren't you?” he says, laughing and nodding at you as if you'd agree with anything coming out of his mouth.

You fight to give an appropriate response. You really do. But Matty can see your shoulder tense as you begin to speak, and he knows exactly what's coming.

“Excuse me if im being dense here,” you begin, “but have you seriously asked me, a woman with a full-time job and who is totally independent, if I believe women are meant to be ‘baby makers’?” you give a sarcastic air quote as you copy mikes words.

You give them an incredulous look, and before they can stutter an apology, you cut them off, just as they had done to you.

“Well forgive my language but since there are no kids around I can say pretty confidenly that you two are fucking insane. What possessed you to say that I'll never know, but I do know that both of your daughters are doomed if you say like things like that around them. How dare you speak about women that way? You should both be ashamed.” You shake your head in disappointment at the men in front of you, your teacher voice coming out as you scold them.

Both men scoff and walk away wordlessly, leaving you and Matty standing there. You give him a disbelieving smile, and he simply nods in agreement.

“God those two are dickheads. Good thing I couldn't care less about them,” you pause and suck in a breath before giving Matty an apologetic look, “Sorry my teacher voice came out at the end there, it felt like I was scolding two kids.” you roll your eyes as you finish.

Matty shakes his head and looks at you shyly. He wordlessly motions you closer, and you lean in ever so slightly to hear his whisper.

“Don't worry about it, babe, it was kind of hot actually,” he says shyly, avoiding eye contact with you as he says it. You give him a shocked look and watch the red spread on his cheeks.

A thrill of power skitters through your bones at his comment, liking seeing Matty slightly bashful.

“Oh is that right?” Your breathy words are heavy with lust, and Matty looks at you speechless before nodding dumbly.

You see his hand slide from his side to the front of his trousers and adjust his crotch slightly.

Oh, how very interesting.

You didn't think he'd be into that, or that you would. But you can't deny that the horny look in his eyes had you turned on.

Teasingly, you raise your eyebrows at Matty. He bites his lip unconsciously as he stares at yours, and any resolve you had snaps.

“Come with me” you demand, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the hall. His head shoots around to see if anyone is looking, but the only person's eyes he meets are Adam's.

He simply gives him a disbelieving chuckle and a shake of his head, knowing about the secret relationship the two of you had begun.

Matty smiles back and turns around to follow you like an eager puppy. You drag him down the empty corridors and stop in front of random doors to see if they're unlocked. Every time you jiggle a handle that doesn't move, you grumble angrily and keep dragging Matty along.

Eventually, the store cupboard door swings open, and you grin victoriously, shoving Matty in with two hands on his chest. With a thump, he smacks against the wall. The impact combined with the look of hunger in your eyes has him breathless.

With a swing in your hips, you shut the door and stroll towards him. Once you're centimetres away from his face, Matty leans in, desperate to kiss you.

“Ah ah ah,” you say as you pull away much to Matty's disappointment, but any sadness soon leaves his brain as you sink to your knees in front of him.

You smirk as his eyes shoot open wide, his mouth drops open as a shocked gasp crackles our from his throat.

“Oh fuck” he says disbelievingly as your hands start to smooth over his stomach and push up his shirt.

“You like it when im bossy, huh?” You teasingly whisper and lean forward, kissing Matty's exposed stomach and tracing the spattering of hair trailing down with your tongue.

He nods dumbly and watches you. You work your mouth over him diligently, nipping and kissing his abdomen.

“Pleasepleaseplease just touch me!” Matty whimpers out from above you, bucking his hips forward desperately. His pathetic whimpers cause electricity to spark down your spine.

He grows increasingly impatient as you playfully kiss every inch of him. You can see him growing more and more needy for your mouth, and you love it.

Soon, it becomes too much, and he can't stay quiet.

The control you had was making you dizzy. With a firm hand, you press his hips back to the wall forcibly, pulling a weak protest from Matty's lips.

Matty couldn't care less how meagre he sounded at that moment. He needed your mouth on him now.

before long, he isthanking whatever god there is above because your fingers begin to unbutton his trousers and pull them down his legs.

Your hands move up from his thighs to toy with the corkscrew curls you see sitting at the top of his boxers. A small damp patch sits on the front of his underwear, the dark grey making you salivate with want.

Messily you lean forward and begin to mouth along the outline of his hard cock. The wet patch grows as more pre-cum dribbles from his head, mixing with your saliva the more you lick over him.

Pitiful noises come from deep within Matty's chest as his hand comes to rest on the back of your head subconsciously. You wrench your mouth away from him, and he whines desperately.

“Ah no touching baby, did I say you could hold my head? Keep your hands to yourself,” you say forcefully, earning a loose nod from Matty, his head no longer feeling attached to his neck.

“M’ sorry it just feels so good i- ohmygod” you interrupt Matty by palming over his boxers harshly, giving his cock a firm squeeze that made him buckle at the waist. Almost falling forward at the sensation.

Tantalisingly slow you pull his waistband down over his leaking cock, he groans at the pressure on his head.

He was not sure he's ever been this hard. He could feel his heartbeat in his dick every time a bead of precum leaks down his shaft. The feeling of you releasing his swollen cock made his whole body fill with a visceral need for you.

You lean forward and kitten lick the tip, and Matty gasps so hard he breaks out in a fit of coughs, not prepared for any contact from your hot tongue.

“Have you thought about this a lot, baby, huh? Me down on my knees for you? Choking on your dick? I bet you dreamt of filling my mouth with your cum” you say as you press a kiss on his rose tattoo, moving to recreate the same action to his other hip bone. Your hot breath teases Matty as you skip over where he needs you most.

His cock jumped at your words and his curls bounced in time with his needy nods, “Yes yes yes. I thought about it all the time. I dreamt of this. Just- please put your mouth on me” he whines out, trying not to buck his hips into your mouth.

He didn't think he'd get off to being dominated, but the power in your eyes only made him more desperate for you.

“Well since you asked so nicely, my love,” you say with a sickly sweet smile before sinking your mouth on Matty quickly, taking as much as you can down your throat in one go.

The noise Matty made was animalistic, he felt completely out of control of his body. and he fucking loved it.

“SHIT. You're so fucking good at that. god-” Matty stares at your mouth, stretching out over him, admiring your red lipstick smudging on his dick. The ring of red moves further, and further down the more of him you fit in your throat.

You moan in appreciation, which causes Matty's hips to stutter. A warning look from you has him furiously muttering out apologies.

“Im so sorry baby it just feels too good. Oh fuck- ill be good, I promise. I'll be a good boy” his cock throbbed painfully in your mouth. You marvel at the musky taste of precum on your tongue and pull it off with a wet pop.

“Oh, you want to be my good boy?” You tease, leaning forward and letting a glob of spit fall from your plump lips onto his tip. Matty's eyes nearly bulge out of his head at the sight of your smudged red lips spitting on him and your hand working your salvia over his aching cock.

“Yes yes. I wanna be your good boy-” he said, straining his words as he did. clearly yearning for your praise.

“You're such a good boy, sweetheart. My good boy” You give him a cheeky smile as you sink your mouth all the way down on Matty and begin furiously working his cock in your mouth.

Matty was chanting obscenities as your mouth moved over him, getting more and more incoherent as you went. Wet slurping noises filled the air of the small cupboard along with Matty's frenzied words.

You feel his dick pulse in your mouth, and you know he's close. His body was telling the story that he couldn't.

“M’ so so close baby- please please can I cum?” he pleads with you, looking down with wide puppy dog eyes. His begging only caused the wet patch in your underwear to grow, holding this much power over a man like Matty was turning you on beyond belief.

You pulled off with a gasp and continued to furiously pump his cock with your hand, “What was that baby? Tell me again, I didn't quite catch it over your fucking pathetic whimpers.” ever so slightly your hand slows and Matty immediately stutters to repeat himself, desperate to give you what you want.

“Fuck yes, you're gonna make me cum. FUCK. please can I cum? I really want to cum in your mouth. Please please pleaseplease-” he nods as he speaks in a desperate attempt to convince you to allow him the release he needs so intensely.

“Since you've been polite, and such a good boy” his cock leaks on your fist at the praise, revelling in you calling him good. you lean forward as you speak, your mouth teasing the tip of him.

“cum” you demand and place his dick back in your mouth.

Matty's mouth falls open, and he lets out a guttural groan, with a few weak thrusts combined with your bobbing head he spills onto your tongue.

You moan at the taste of him as his cum trickles down your throat. He pants above you as you pull off and give him a sly grin.

You knew he was staring at you like you were an angel on earth, so you opened your mouth to present him with the ribbons of cum that sat on your tongue.

You brought your hand up and stuck your fingers in your mouth, spreading his cum around the inside of your cheeks. Even bringing some out so smudge over your lips.

As you swallow, an involuntary groan comes out of you. You lick your lips deliberately, knowing Matty loves a performance.

He stared down at you dumbly, in shock over what he had just witnessed.

Once he was capable of speaking again Matty groaned, “fucking hell, that was insane. You're insane ” he panted as he tried to catch what little breath he had.

You smile like the Cheshire cat and rise off your knees to stand chest-to-chest with Matty. You lean in and kiss him desperately.

Matty can taste his release on your tongue, and he briefly thinks this might be the hottest thing that has ever happened to him.

His tongue chases yours urgently, trying to keep you intertwined and chase the taste of him in your mouth.

Voices outside the door pull you away from each other. You both stare nervously at the door, but luckily, the voices drift past effortlessly.

A laugh escapes the two of you, and Matty pulls you in for a hug. His chest heaves as you burrow your nose into the junction between his neck and shoulder. You pull up slightly and lick the outside of his ear before whispering, “So I think you liked that” with a cheeky giggle.

Matty looks at you with a grin that goes ear to ear and nods slowly, both of you lightly laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

“I definitely liked that.”

#christmas75 #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy smut #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fic #teacher au!#i did enjoy writing this #was able to convince myself that reading smut counted as “research”

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explosionkatsu · 1 year

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“Age doesn't matter,” 21

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

PART 20

"Fucking rain." Katsuki cursed out and we watched the traffic in front of him while accusing the rain.

Why does it have to rain this hard on this day? It seems like even nature is against him which pisses him more.

Minutes had gone by and the vehicles were barely moving. This is causing Katsuki to lose his patience.

Without a beat, he took a U-turn and headed straight to where he could temporarily park his car. He can just call his assistant to pick it up for him. He'll just pay additional. With that, he left his car parked in front of a restaurant and just left.

Rain is one of his quirk's weaknesses. Fuck, he hates the rain. Which means he can't fly. That leaves him no choice but to walk just to get to you. So he did.

...

The news didn't mention it will shower tonight. Which is why you don't sometimes believe the weather forecasts. On the other hand, the sound of the pitter-patter of the rain hitting against your roof relaxes you for some reason. It gives you this feeling of peace despite the downpour it may cause.

Sitting alone on your sofa, holding a hot cup of tea, snuggling into your blanket while watching TV, this is what you always wanted. Boy, you were glad you finished your job.

Someone had to ruin it, of course. A loud knock jolted you from your comfort.

This made your eye twitch.

'Who could this be?' you thought to yourself as you placed your cup on the center table and untangled yourself from your comfortable blanket which seemed to be calling you.

The stranger once again knocked on your door. More louder this time.

"Yes, yes. I'm coming." You said and swung your door open.

Your anger suddenly evaporated once you saw who it was.

"Bakugo!" You shriek. "Jesus! Let me get you a towel!" Immediately, you took off to your room, leaving your entrance wide open for him to come in. "What has gotten into you? Do you want to get sick?" Y/n said.

You were worried okay?

Y/n didn't even let him talk since she draped the towel on him and unconsciously helped him dry himself.

"I swear, Bakugo. You'll be the death of me." Y/n muttered focused on her task.

Meanwhile, Katsuki didn't say a word. He didn't know what to say. Heck, he didn't even expect you to do this to him.

He didn't know what to think anymore.

Slowly, he raises a hand and places it gently on your cheek, earning you to halt.

"Bakugo?..."

His next action took you off guard.

You can see him leaning down.

You can't move. You won't move. You don't want to move.

"Bakugo.." Y/n whispered before Katsuki fully placed his lips against hers.

His lips were cold but Y/n didn't care.

Her lips were trembling but Katsuki didn't care.

The kiss is slow and passionate as they both keep up with the momentum of their motion.

Katsuki stroked her cheek with his thumb and slid an arm around her waist trying to calm her fragile body from trembling.

He can feel her nervousness through her lips, the way they tremble as she tries and follow his lead.

Eventually, he felt you pulling back. Katsuki slowly pulled lips away but never planned to fully pull himself away from you.

You were still speechless as your brain processed what just happened.

"B-bakug-

"Katsuki."

You blinked.

"Call me Katsuki." You heard him say.

"K-katsuki..." You muttered looking straight at him. "I-i.."

"I wanted to apologize," Katsuki said. This is exactly what he came for.

And for something else.

"I- fuck." He cursed, making you giggle.

You can see how hard this is for him.

"Don't laugh at me." Katsuki scowled. "I'm fucking trying to apologize."

"I'm sorry. Please proceed." You giggled.

"Never mind." Katsuki tsked and pulled away from you.

You responded by giggling once again.

“Stop fucking giggling. This isn’t even funny.” Katsuki snarled at you.

“I just find this amusing, Katsuki.” You smiled. “And I forgive you. What you did was quite painful, but I know there’s a reason behind it.”

Katsuki couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How could you forgive him that easily? Even though you didn’t know his reasons, you were forgiving him.

You wanted to know the reason, of course. But right now, that incident was already in the past and it’s better to just move on. It did hurt you like hell, you were still confused. But you’re positive Katsuki will eventually explain himself to you when he’s ready.

“I’ll prepare a warm bath for you.” You said as you look at him. “I’ll try to look for something that would fit you.”

“You don’t have to.” Katsuki said and started drying his hair.

“I insist.” You spoke. “You can close the door behind you. We don’t want the cold breeze to come in.”

Not letting him respond, you then proceed to your bathroom where you cover the drain in your bathtub, switched the water heater on and let the water run until it fills the tub.

You are well aware that Katsuki would just stop you from doing this for him, so when you exited your bathroom, you ignore his voice, calling for you and just head straight to your room looking for your few oversized shirts and shorts.

No. This isn’t from your ex-lovers. You just find these kinds of clothing comfortable especially when its your lazy day.

‘This will do.’ You thought to yourself and went back downstairs.

“I guess this will fit you, Katsuki-“

You paused in the middle of your sentence when you made a mistake to look at him.

There he was completely topless, back facing you while seemingly trying to take his belt off.

Katsuki who heard your voice simply turn his head to look at you.

You were in daze.

“Like what you’re seeing?” He smirked when he saw your reaction.

PART 22

This is really short but I do hope you guys still like it. Thank you so much for waiting. 😘

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou x y/n #bnha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugo x reader

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stuckinapril · 7 months

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i saw your posts about studying and i want to know if you have any advice for people looking to get back into the swing of things? even though i was once technically high achieving i feel like i never really cultivated that study muscle properly cause i was just riding talent till i crashed. i've been kinda rotting outside academia for years doing jobs that don't challenge me & i want to go back to school and try to get to a career i actually care about. but i fear i can't get in anywhere and even if i do, i'll show up with my weak/rotted study muscles and just...flop. 🙃 how did you build up your study capacity? any advice would be very much welcome. thank you 💛

Doing dopamine resets has helped me so much w this. I know at this point “dopamine detox” has become a buzz word in productivity spaces, but there really is truth to the fact that our dopamine receptors are fucked—and when you’re first trying to get back on the wagon, it’s important to do it w a mind that is not aching for the tiniest glimmer of entertainment it can find. You can’t get to the finish line if you’re always distracted and veering off course. Quit your phone cold turkey for a few days (or however long you need), eat bland food, don’t listen to music. Literally just be okay w being bored.

Building stamina for studying follows the same principle as building stamina for anything: progressive overload. I had periods where I went from doing absolutely nothing to overloading my schedule w 8 hours of study time, gym, friends, meal prep… and then I burned out and quit and the cycle repeated. I recommend starting off w unimpressive goals for the day (30 minutes of study time, a 10 minute walk, 20 flash cards a day) and then gradually amping it up to your ideal goals (8 hours of study time, 1 hour daily workouts, 300+ flash cards).

And if you find that my example is still too challenging, make it even simpler. 5 minutes of studying is better than 0, even if you think 5 minutes are too little. You really have to take the ego out of it when you’re first getting back on track. It also helps lower the barrier of entry—in my experience starting out w the goal in mind that I wanted to do 8 hours of studying made me not want to start at all, especially after a prolonged hiatus, whereas knowing my goal was 30 minutes got me to start w little resistance bc it didn’t intimidate me. Once you’ve started, it’s usually pretty easy to keep going and you end up doing more than what you set out to do. When 30 minutes become easy, go for an hour. When an hour becomes easy, go for two. Progressive overload.

Also!! So important!! But don’t be scared. Like this will sound so corny, but half the battle is believing you can do it (even if it might take you longer than your peers, even if you struggle at first). Having a defeatist attitude sets you up for failure regardless of how high your potential really goes. So long as you’re pushing yourself hard enough, being mindful of your limits, planning things diligently and sticking to them, you’ll succeed at literally anything you want to do. Unequivocally trusting in that has saved me so much grief.

#Also study something ur passionate about <3 chemistry is my favorite subject of all time and that’s why I thrive in it

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thatredobsessedgirlie · 3 months

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×Runaway×

A/N: This is a/b/o that has no smut, but I recommend 18+ for this. Enjoy the first chap!

Warnings: Swearing, Feeling of Neglect, Not realized neglect, angst, pregnancy, mentions of smut but no smut, fluff in the end of this series lmao (reader is 20 alr? If you dont have a stable job and home wrap it before you tap it!)

Relationships: Alpha! Philip Graves x Omega! Reader, Shadow Company x Reader(mostly platonic but there are alphas so think yourself as barracks bunny?)

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You rubbed your forehead as you looked at the line of pregnancy tests with lines meaning positive, I mean who are you kidding? Getting railed almost every day without protection and you didn't think this would happen?? You quickly hid it underneath the bottom of the trash and planned to announce it later. Stepping out you were greeted by 3 SC soldiers. "Hey love, everything alright?" One of them asked, clearly sensing the nervous scent you gave off. "Yeah! Just feeling a little off, probably woke up on the wrong side of the bed." You nervously replied. "Alright, take care of yourself." Another piped up as they marched off to do whatever, you didn't care, bigger problems were at hand. You walked through the base, greeting soldiers, heading straight for your mate's office, Philip Graves. Finally arriving you went in and saw him with a frustrated look and three Alpha SC soldiers. "Good, honey lay on my desk. Me and some of the boys have to get a breather." You stayed still. "Actually I had something you migh-" Before you could finish his phone rang and he answered it, "Wait, hold that darlin' got some problems Shepherd wants solved." one of the Alpha soldiers gave you a quick look of suspicion but eventually ignored it as they exited to gear up. "Philip please just this once! You have been busy all week! I just need a few minutes of your damn time-" Your rant was cut short as an irritated scent came crashing at you. "Yes! Busy working so you can stay here and do nothing but be useless like damn omega you fucking are! You keep complaining when every single thing you could ever need provided but you still demand more!" He angrily slammed his hands. "Go back to your fucking room and don't come out until we are back! Ill get some of the men to give you food." He stated coldly. You tried to reason but ultimately (and practically) ran back to your room and ruined your nest, throwing pillows, blankets, whatever was in it or it was made of. Tears running down your face as your instincts screamed that you had angered your alpha. You calmed yourself down after remembering the life growing inside of you, rubbing your stomach you murmured an apology and laid down on your (ruined) bed to sleep.

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A/N: And that wraps up chap 1!! This is my first a/b/o fic so I am welcome to feedback!

Tags: comment if you want to get tagged in chap 2!

#shadow company x reader #shadow company #philip graves #cod #cod angst #cod au

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daceydeath · 2 years

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A Work Proposal (Part 6)

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), creampie, Sir kink, soft bondage, use of pet names, praise kink, oral sex (m receiving)

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career?

Things had once again become almost too busy for you to handle, almost, you had finally gotten somewhere with the legal case finding it had in fact been antis that had started the disgusting rumors about Han and Hyunjin, so with official statements and lawsuits being filed that was over with as far as your job was concerned but you did have a friend in the legal department that was willing to keep you in the loop. You had another set of costuming, fittings, set design and rehearsals to get fully under control as the end of the year approached with at least 4 awards shows and music shows that the kids were booked for and each performance needed to be massive and different. It was exhausting but you had found that your schedule always, albeit suspiciously, had time slots in the day where you would be somehow slotted into the kids time tables. Walking back into the dance studio you were once again hit the smell of food making your stomach grumble loudly.

"Sit down pretty it's lunch time" Han sang as you put your bag and tablet next to the sound system.

"Hannie" you giggled "I don't have time I have a meeting in 20 minutes with the set guys for your showcase".

"Yeah that has been rescheduled" Chan smirked tapping away on his phone "you now have an hour"

"Chan you can't just move my schedule around like that for things that are not important" you huffed slightly annoyed that you would now need to stay later tonight to finish things up.

"You taking care of yourself is important Jagi" Felix pouted making you walk to him and kiss his cheek lightly.

"I can do both but thank you for taking care of me" you relented as Minho patted a space on the couch between him and Seungmin.

"Kitten, you need to still eat otherwise how will you take care of us" Minho teased and Seungmin handed you a bowl of rice and meat that they were all eating.

"Thank you Seungmin" you whispered picking up your chopsticks. "I will also need to drop in later with the confirmed set so that you can go over it with your choreography teacher"

"No work right now baby, this is just us hanging out" Chan smiled softly at you making you roll your eyes. You ate while you listened to them make jokes, tease each other and talk about whatever crazy amount of things Felix and Jeongin had bought lately when it hit you. They were actively trying to include you in their lives not just their working lives but their private ones too. Yes you agreed to have sex with them but that was all it was meant to be sex, no relationship, no feelings just physical release to help them function. But they had given you pet names that each of them used separately, they made sure you ate and Felix had even taken to sending you goodnight texts when he was able to, there were far more feelings involved than you actually realized.

"Are you alright princess?" Hyunjin's voice brought you back from your thoughts.

"Yes Jinnie I'm fine I just a bit tired" you reassured him softly taking in the troubled look on his face "Showcase organizing is tiring, not as much as it would be for you but it's a lot of stuff to plan in a short time".

"How long have you been sleeping for?" Chan asked surveying you as you continued to eat.

"um probably 3 or 4 hours a night" you sighed answering him honestly "that's why I look 10 years older this week" you joked trying to lighten his mood.

"Baby" he chastised you as soon as you finished your sentence.

"It's not all the time just during very busy periods I still overall sleep far more than you do Channie" you rolled your eyes again taking another mouthful of rice.

"So question time sweets" Changbin announced smiling at the interaction between you and his leader. "what is your favorite food, movie, book and video game?" making you think as you chewed your lunch.

"Mandu I am a dumpling fiend, I like most movies except horror, I prefer fantasy books and I play RGP video games if I ever get the chance to play, which is almost never since I took this job" you smiled humoring Changbin checking off each thing he had asked on your fingers.

"What's your favorite dessert?" Felix asked cutely

"Chocolate anything" you grinned back.

"Night out or night in?" Jeongin added looking at you curiously

"Night in, I'm nervous around strangers" you admitted.

"How many serious relationships have you had?" Minho smirked his face teasingly daring you to answer him.

"one" you mumbled scratching your arm embarrassed

"One?!" Han yelped looking at you slightly alarmed.

"Minho said serious not boyfriends so only one" you blinked explaining your answer.

"How many boyfriends then?" Minho rolled his eyes exasperatedly

"None of your damn business" you smirked back making him chuckle.

"Did you always want to work in entertainment?" Chan asked thoughtfully.

"No, I had no interest whatsoever but turns out I'm pretty good at my job so I stayed" you confessed "Can I ask a question in return?"

"Of course" Chan grinned.

"What is with the twenty questions?" you raised an eyebrow at them while you popped in another mouthful of food and waiting patiently as they paused before answering you.

"We were talking and realized we know pretty much nothing about you" Seungmin answered bluntly making Jeongin cough on his food.

"Please don't kill Jeongin that would be more paperwork than I want to do in a whole month" you sighed watching him take a mouthful of water.

"Do you usually care if you know about the people involved in your agreements? Wouldn't it be easier if you didn't?" you continued to sound as unbothered as possible by it all.

"No but we would like to know you. Your fun, you always fight for us and you care how we are that is more than most people have ever done for us" Hyunjin smiling

"Bullshit Hyunjin" you sighed beginning to pack away the garbage from the now finished lunch.

"Nope" Felix giggled then wrapped his arms around you pulling you back so you were seated between his legs with your arms pinned "Hannie lost he has to clean up and you are not helping him"

"Felix!" you squeaked as he squeezed you only for your phone to ring "Ok lunch is over then back to it" you smiled as Felix let you go and you stood.

"Aww noooo don't leave us" Han wailed

"Thanks for lunch boys" you smirked blowing a overdramatized kiss to them and answering you call from the costume designer.

A day later you found yourself sitting in the dressing room of the boys while they came and went in different versions of costumes for the first end of year showcase performance. They all looked incredibly good in their outfits which you only hid your obvious appreciation of them when someone else was in the room, which had made Chan and Changbin blush and inflated Jeongin and Seungmin's ego.

"Like what you see" Seungmin teased making you blink at him and pretend you had no idea what he was talking about, but with his hair swept back and the dark colors on him making him look divine you knew he would see through you.

The others continued to come and go but Seungmin stayed behind, you assumed because he had received final approval for his look, once you were alone again he leant closer to you.

"I asked you a question doll" he whispered into your ear making you visibly shiver at his words "and I want you to answer it" your breath hitched in your throat.

"Yes Seungmin I like what I see" you answered breathily.

"Good girl" he purred against the shell of your ear one of his fingers trailing down the column of your neck "Once we have finished here we are going back to the dorm and the others are going out understood"

"Yes Seungmin" you almost whined at the teasing contact he was making with your skin.

"Not Seungmin doll, Sir" he lowly growled pressing a kiss to your neck.

"Yes, sir" you breathed.

"Good girl, now I want you to think a safe word for me, so if anything makes you uncomfortable you can say it and I will stop no questions asked, can you do that?"

"Yes, sir" you repeated feeling him grin against your hair before he pulled himself back from you and sat in on of the make up chairs on the other side of the room. Leaving you a flustered mess as your tried desperately to regain your composure before the others come back.

"Ok were all done, everyone has been approved for the performance next week" Chan grinned relieved that it was finalized so that they just needed to get the choreography perfect and they were set.

"So we ready to head out?" Minho asked looking at your blank stare "Are you alright?"

"Yes absolutely, now that the costuming is done its just your actual performance since the set was finalized yesterday" you recovered seamlessly.

"Can we drop you somewhere on the way?" Chan teased knowing full well that Seungmin had asked his dorm to clear out for the first part of the night at least, you instantly caught his tone and knew they all knew so why bother hiding it.

"You already know the answer to that Chan" you smirked following them all out and to the vans.

Once Seungmin and you were alone again in the safety of the dorm you could tell that the mood had shifted, he was very obviously interested in what he wanted to do but instead of pouncing on you the way the other guys had he lead you to the couch to sit down before sitting himself across from you looking very serious.

"I know you said you weren't very experienced before you agreed to this but I want to go over some things first to make everything easier, more enjoyable" he smiled sweetly looking every bit the heart throb idol that girls around the world loved.

"Alright Seungmin, where would you like to start?" you tried not to look nervous as he watched you so carefully.

"I like some things that are considered fairly vanilla and I like some things that aren't. I need to know where you are comfortable currently and if you would be alright with experimenting as the agreement goes on" he explained smoothly as you nodded for him to continue. "I would like you to call me sir, I would like you to do exactly as you're told and eventually I would like to do a few things like spanking you, choking you, pulling your hair, tying you up if you would be alright with that".

"I've never tried that sort of thing before" you admitted quietly "but I can call you sir and do what you tell me to and as long as you aren't too intense you can choke me. I've never been spanked or tied up before".

"That is why we set up ground rules first doll" he grinned "It's fun if its safe and we both know what is consented to and what isn't, I will not doing anything that we haven't talked about first and it you want me to stop for any reason you say the safe word, use the traffic light system or tap my three times on my arm or leg".

"Traffic light system?" you tilted your head while still looking at him.

"Green means yes I want to continue, yellow is I'm hitting my limit slow down and red is stop I don't want to do this" he explained.

"Oh that seems easy can we use that?" you asked feeling more excited that Seungmin was really wanting you to be comfortable.

"Fuck yes we can doll" He beamed pleased with your answer "you ready to start then?"

"Yes sir" you smirked as he got to his feet immediately and stalked towards you pulling you to your feet to kiss you passionately his tongue sliding against the seam of your lips to gain entrance which you were eager to give.

"Now be a good girl and strip" he breathed against your lips before letting you go and sitting on the couch you had previously been sitting on his hands ghosting down your sides.

"Yes sir" you murmured lifting your sweater and shirt over your head and dropping it to the floor beside you as gracefully as you could then undoing your jeans sliding them down to your ankles and stepping out of them "everything off sir?" you asked softly

"Such a good girl for asking" he purred making you heat up, you never realized you like being praised but Seungmin seemed to just know what made you want him more "take it all off then I want you on your knees bubby". Sliding your underwear down your legs and slipping you bra off you happily complied with his instructions lowering yourself to the carpet between his legs. He carded his fingers through your hair tucking errant strands behind your ear so he could see your face fully.

"Now my little good girl, you're going to undo my jeans and suck my cock until I tell you to stop" he smirked his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing along your bottom lip.

"yes sir?" you purred sliding your hands slowly up his thighs to the button of his jeans popping it open and dragging his zipper down teasingly slow making him groan at the contact of your hand on his clothed erection.

You stared up at him, maintaining eye contact while you carefully pulled his hard member from his boxers and gently pumped him a few times, your thumb smearing his precum down his shaft listening to his low grunts as he continued to stare at you with hooded eyes. Leaning forward you dragged your tongue un the underside of his dick, making him muffle a gasp above you, before swirling around the tip and taking him fully into your mouth. His hands held your head as you bobbed up and down a few times not forcing you just holding you hair in place so he could see your face.

"Just like that doll" he moaned loudly letting his head fall back against the back of the couch "Hyung said you were amazing with that pretty mouth and fuck you are". Hearing him so pleased with you made you wetter than you anticipated, his melodic voice moaning was causing you to clench your thighs together to control yourself. Hollowing out your cheeks you took him further into your mouth until his tip was brushing the back of your throat, humming whenever he made a noise for you.

"Fuck, you going to swallow my cum like a good girl?" he whined as his hips began thrusting gently to meet your mouth, you moaned in response to let him know you were ok with taking him down your throat. Within a minute you felt him swell on your tongue before he let out a guttural groan emptying himself in your throat and you sucked him clean swallowing everything he gave you.

"Such a good fucking girl" he grinned pulling you up into his lap to kiss you and slip his fingers between your thighs his fingers finding your clit and began drawing slow circles on it making you arch against him.

"Ah, sir" you gasped his movements and pressure on your clit giving you exactly what you needed.

"So wet, did you really like sucking my cock that much doll?" he chuckled darkly as you squirmed in his lap mewling softly.

"Yes sir" you whined as he speed his fingers up.

"You going to let me fuck you full of my cum?" he smirked as your eyes rolled back into your head you were so close to orgasm now that you struggled to get the words out.

"yes...sir....yes...please sir" you pouted whining again when his ministrations stopped leaving you unsatisfied but you disappointment was quickly replaced by ecstasy as he easily lined himself up and impaled you fully on his cock making you throw your head back as you came hard around him your walls clamping down on him. Groaning he quickly began thrusting up into you holding you in place against his chest as you legs struggled to meet his movements.

"I'm going to fill you up doll if you can be good for me" he panted thrusting even harder into your spent body.

"I'm a good girl sir, your good girl" you mewled feeling more and more fucked out with each thrust of his hard dick against your tender walls.

"That's right doll your mine, my good girl" he moaned his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside you, keeping you pressed tightly against him so you could catch your breath as you slumped in his arms.

"You ok doll?" he asked gently helping to lift you from his lap to sit beside him on the couch "I think I should run you a bath"

"I'm ok and I don't want to take up all your night Seung" you breathed still panting slightly.

"You aren't and come on let me take care of you" he whispered softly helping you to your feet and feeling you wobble on your legs. "Yeah a bath and you can stay here tonight, I can't let you go home like this"

"I'll be fine" you protested bending to get your clothes and nearly overbalancing.

"Nope, I'll let Felix know he has a cuddle buddy for the night" he giggled leading you down the hall to the bathroom.

A/N: As always I adore all of you who spend your precious time reading something I wrote, any comments, reblogs or like are appreciated xx

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octuscle · 10 months

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Could you make me a jock?

I'm lost in life , and IV never been able to fulfill my dreams

Iv always wanted to play football, but it never happened

Those jocks are hot, cocky, built and horny with leaking dicks

If I could just wear the kit , I'd be happy, but to play , I'd do anything, i would obey anyone for it to come reality

Bruh, you're 22 years old now… A bit young to be having a midlife crisis already, isn't it? It's not too late to turn things around. Your job at the supermarket checkout doesn't have to be the end of your life.

Friday morning. Almost the weekend. At last. Your transformation process starts with the alarm clock ringing at 06:00. Yes, you don't actually have to get up until 07:30, but this way you can go to the gym before work in the morning. For the first few minutes, you still think it's a terrible idea. After your protein shake, you don't think it's so bad anymore. Once you're lying on the weight bench, you can't wait for your muscles to start burning.

When you open the store at 08:00, nobody is there yet. Sure, you don't open for another hour. But you're proud to be a store manager at just 24 years old. And you take your job seriously. When the first customer comes through the door, everything has to be perfect. Shortly before 09:00, everyone is in position. You check your reflection in the mirror again. Hell yes! You look hot. You've been torturing your body every day for six years. You're still mourning the missed opportunity to start exercising in high school. Maybe then you would have become a competitive athlete, maybe even a professional. As it is, you're just a damn broad man in your mid-20s.

The place is packed. Many customers come in just because of you. You're a bit of a celebrity around here. Quarterback of the local team. Some even want selfies with you or an autograph. You go back to the gym for your lunch break. You're 29 years old. You have to make the most of every opportunity if you want to stay fit. And tonight you have to get back on the field. Your team is relying on you. Your memories fade as you pump… Supermarket? Damn it, you're not a loser! You played football as a freshman in high school. Okay, you never became one of the greats… But you have over ten years as a pro behind you. Maybe you're not the fastest on the field anymore. But you can take a hell of a lot more than all the young wimps.

The photos for the new calendar are taken before the game. Like every year, you're Mr. February. The Superbowl month. The Superbowl will remain a dream. Let's see how long you'll still be active as a professional. But you don't care either. You're having a lot of fun. And when the damn photographer is finally finished, you wank into your helmet. That's good luck!

Calendar page of February has been published @maxx-magnum

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jenniferjareauwife · 4 months

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hey, really random, but ik you don't write for emily, but i was just wondering if you would be okay with implying it?

like jj's daughter (in her early 20's/finishing college) is dating emily, and jj finds out cause her and Will come home from the hospital (set at the beginning of 13) to check on r, who was babysitting Henry and Michael,

and she's like sobbing cause she doesn't know where Emily is/if she's okay etc, but knows how dangerous Scratch is, and is worried sick about both of them, then she sees JJ standing in the doorway and scrambles for an excuse,

cause r thinks that JJ'll see it as morally wrong and stuff (cause of the age difference), but JJ's not actually mad they're together, she's just upset that r didn't tell her/felt like she had to keep it secret.

it's fine if you're not comfortable with writing it, i just thought i'd ask.

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Approve Of It

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

word count: 759

age: 22

summary: request above 👆

Once I got Henry and Michael to bed I collapsed onto the couch. My parents were saints. I don't know how they put up with them all the time. I reached for my phone for the first time in hours, hoping to see a text from Emily, but I didn't. She hasn't responded for over a day. Where the hell was she? Was she even ok?

I didn't even realize that I was crying until I felt wetness on the top of my thighs. I put my phone down and wiped off my thighs and my face. She had to be ok, she had to be. But if she was ok then she would've answered by now.

"Y/n, we're home!" I heard my mom's voice and quickly wiped away fresh tears but it was too late. She saw them. My dad didn't seem to notice though, he was too busy putting up his coat. "Whats wrong?" She kept her voice quiet.

"Nothing."

"Y/n you're crying." She put her palms together and pointed at me. "Something is obviously wrong." She put her hand on the small of my back and led me up to her room to give us some privacy. "Talk to me. What's going on."

"It's nothing mom, really."

"You're my daughter. I know when you're lying." I sniffled and avoided eye contact. "Y/n come on."

"I don't want you to be mad at me."

"The only reason I would be mad at you is if you accidentally killed Michael and Henry. I won't be mad." I looked down at the ground and sat down on the foot of her bed. "Come on. Talk to me."

"Is Emily ok?" I sniffled, my voice quiet.

"Yeah. She's ok baby." She rubbed my arms. "Why?" I didn't answer and I felt her stiffen a bit as she realized.

"She hasn't answered my texts in over a day. I know how dangerous Scratch is and I need to know if she's ok."

"She's ok. She doesn't have her phone because we can't use anything Scratch can use to track us." She explained. I nodded and she gave me a few minutes to calm down before asking more questions. "So when were you planning on telling me about your secret girlfriend?"

"I don't know." I mumbled, scrubbing my face with my hands.

"I need to hear all the gossip. You know that." She laughed.

"I didn't think you'd approve of it."

"Honey I don't want you to ever hesitate to tell me anything. Ever. I don't care who you're with, I just want you to be happy, ok?" I nodded and wiped away some more fresh tears.

"I wanted to tell you. I promise." She pulled my head against her shoulder, kissing the top of my head. "I don't want her to get hurt. I don't want you to get hurt either. You two have one of the most dangerous jobs in the world and it scares me all the time and it's not fair-"

"Shh baby." She stroked my hair. "We're both safe. I promise. She's going to contact you as soon as she can. She's not just going to leave you behind in the dust."

"You swear?"

"I swear." She kissed the top of my head one last time.

"So there's no way I can contact her?"

"She has a burner phone but it's not safe to give out the number."

"I miss her." I sniffled.

"I know you do." She kissed my temple. "I'll let you know whatever I can. Whenever I have information I'll visit you and tell you." I nodded, hugging my mom tightly.

"Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me."

"Of course. You deserve to know about her safety. Is there anything you want me to tell her? I'm going to see her next week."

"Just tell her I need her to come back unharmed. And that I love her. I want to know that in case...in case I never see you again."

"You'll see her again."

"I might not though. You know how it is with your job. Do you know how scared I was when I was a kid? When you came home late I couldn't sleep because I thought you were hurt or dead."

"I didn't know that." She sighed, her eyes softening with sadness and sympathy. "She's gonna be ok. You have my word. I'll give you as many updates as I can, ok?"

"Thanks mom. I love you."

"I love you too baby.

#x reader #criminal minds #jennifer jareau #jennifer jareau x reader #jennifer jareau x you #x daughter reader #x daughter!reader

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nicoline1998enilocin · 1 year

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Luckiest man alive

PAIRING | Ari Levinson x Girlfriend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | You recently started dating Ari, and tonight he's taking you out on a special date. When the two of you are on the date, he can't stop thinking about how he's the luckiest man alive that you're wanting to be with him, especially after everything you've gone through in your life before you met him.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Age gap [ Reader is in her late 20's, Ari is in his mid to late 30's ], mention of the loss of parents.

A/N | This is the first time I'm writing for this absolute hunk of a man, and I hope you will all enjoy what I did with this one! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Ari Levinson Masterlist

Today is your 6 month's anniversary with your boyfriend, Ari, and he has invited you out on a special date, but he didn't specify what the two of you were going to do. All he said is to dress comfortably, and your mind immediately went to the new maxi dress that you got not too long ago. You hadn't had a chance to show it off to him yet, so tonight would be the perfect moment to do so. Since it's a beautiful summer evening you figured it's the perfect time to wear your hair in Dutch braids, and your makeup light to show off your complexion. You finish it with your glasses since Ari complimented you on them a few weeks ago, and your look is done.

Just when you're about to put on your wedges to complete your outfit, you hear a knock on the door and put them to the side to put on when he's inside. ''I'm on my way!'' you say through the door and you hear him chuckle, a deep sound that makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. When you open the door, you're greeted by a gorgeously tan, broad-shouldered, long-haired man with the biggest smile he can wear. His outfit fits him well, the shirt clinging onto his body and his muscles just the way you like.

''Hi Gorgeous,'' he says, a big bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. ''Hey Handsome,'' you say as you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him, but even then he still has to bend down a bit since he's a lot bigger than you are. ''Happy 6-month anniversary,'' he says, and you can't help but smile at the thought that you have been calling him your boyfriend for six whole months. It felt like yesterday when you accidentally ran into him at the grocery store and dropped your basket. He helped you pick everything up and he sneaked a business card with his number on it into your groceries which you didn't notice until you were at the cash register.

And now here the two of you are, in love and barely able to leave each others sides for longer than 5 minutes. ''Thank you for the beautiful flowers Ari,'' you say as you take them from his hands, your fingers brushing against each other and sending an electric spark through your body. ''I only get the most beautiful flowers for the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid my eyes on,'' he says and you blush so deeply you're surprised your skin doesn't burst into flames. Ari leans down and places a soft kiss on your cheek which only makes it worse.

''Ari, please!'' you say, but in all honesty, you don't want him to stop. You're enjoying every last bit of attention he's giving you, and you're feeling more loved by him than you ever have in your entire life. You lost your parents at a very young age and bounced through the foster care system until you were 18. You were determined to make something of yourself and you did, you went to college and shared a small apartment with one of your classmates who let you live there for free. You got a degree in criminology and managed to get a very decently paying job in the field too.

For years on end you've been independent and didn't have anyone else to take into account too, but it feels good that you have Ari now. The moment the two of you made your relationship official it felt like the last missing piece in the puzzle of your life fell into place. When the flowers are put in a vase and put on your dinner table, you walked over to where he was standing, he walked into your apartment when you were putting the flowers away. ''How's my favorite girl doing today?'' he asks as he envelops you with his big arms, and you wrap yours around his waist as you stand in front of him. ''I would be doing a lot better when I have my shoes on and I'm not so small anymore!'' you joke, and he gets a grin on his face that's only reserved for you.

''Alright, you can put them on and then we will go to your first surprise,'' he says, and as you turned around he put a soft smack on your butt to get you to walk, making you laugh. Everything he does feels so absolutely right like it is meant to be. One day, you can see yourself marrying this man and having a family with him, with at least 3 kids. He doesn't know it yet, but you're sure he will be perfectly okay with that. When you have your shoes on you grab your purse and you're ready to go, but before you can Ari looks you over from head to toe, wondering how he got so lucky.

''I truly am the luckiest man on this earth...'' he mumbles loud enough for you to hear, and it once again makes you blush uncontrollably. ''Stop it!'' you say playfully and you can't stand all the compliments any longer, so you just pull him in for a much-needed hug. ''Thank you for everything these last few months,'' you say into his chest and he just holds on a little tighter. ''You don't need to thank me Gorgeous, I'd do everything all over again if I had the chance because I'm forever grateful to have met you. And to call you my girlfriend, that's just the cherry on top,'' he says and he steps back so he can hold your face in his hands, stroking your cheeks with his big hands.

The two of you look deep into each other's eyes and then he moves in to capture your lips in the softest, sweetest kiss you've ever had the chance to experience. When you pull back you're wearing a huge smile, and the two of you are finally on your way to your first surprise. Since it's such a beautiful summer day outside Ari has arranged for the two of you to have dinner at the beach, to commemorate your first date together. The drive over there isn't too long since you live quite close to it, and before you know it you're already there. ''I am going to need you to close your eyes for me, I want it to be a surprise until we arrive,'' he says and you agree.

He helps you out of the car and slowly walks you to the beach, making sure you won't trip and that everything is safe, and when the two of you arrive he stands behind you, your back to his chest and his hands resting on the top of your arms. ''Open your eyes, Gorgeous,'' is all he says and you do, immediately gasping at the sight before you. At that moment you quickly turn around to make sure it's not a joke, and when you see his face you get tears in your eyes because you feel absolutely special right now. ''Oh god, Ari... This is-'' ''It's perfect,'' he finishes your sentence and all you can do is nod.

''Thank you for everything you've done for me these last 6 months, for making me want to be a better man, for being there for me through good and bad times. Thank you for walking into my life, and thank you for being the love of my life. I love you, Y/N, and if you'll let me, I will show you just how much,'' he says and you're not keeping it dry. You're so happy that tears are escaping your eyes and you just hide your face against his chest, and he wraps his arms protectively around you. ''I love you too, Ari. Thank you for making me see what life is like when you're having someone to share it with,'' you say and when your lips connect again, time appears to stand still, and the moment is never going to end. You two are absolutely in love, and nothing will ever come between the bond you two share.

#ari levinson #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson fanfic #ari levinson one shot #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson fluff

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