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OVERVIEW What are glue tabs?  Glue tabs, also known as tape skin pads, are pieces of foundation that are made from polyurethane.  The glue tabs can be purchased pre-cut or customized from a full poly skin sheet. Glue tabs are typically used by individuals that have suffered hair loss. The tabs are attached to a wig in the areas where no hair is present for attachment.  Tabs are sewn into a wig…

[moonjxsung]

Kinktober Day 11: Threesome

[kinktober masterlist.]

🔞 warning: smut below! mdni.

pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Lee Felix x reader

•

When you accompany your shared group of friends to a club in Paris, you quickly realize that the atmosphere is much different than the clubs you normally attend. This one’s livelier- raunchier. The showgirls are topless, flaunting long silky wigs as they tuck euros into their stockings and utter their thanks in French. The couples around you show no shame, groping each other desperately in red booths, breathless lips locked on each other for everyone around to watch.

The sight is like something out of a movie. It’s refreshing- sexy, even. You’re glad you wore the short dress and tall heels you packed, because you seem to fit right in. The Parisian men pay careful attention to the way you attempt to pull your skirt down before sitting, failing miserably and crossing your legs to avoid impoliteness. When you bend down to pick up a Euro and tuck it back into one of the showgirls’ bras, per her request, your gaze is met with that of several men and women around you, their lust-filled eyes fixated on your cleavage.

Felix is proud to have you on his arm, grazing his fingertips against your exposed skin and kissing you when he knows the other men are watching.

“You want a drink?” He asks against the skin of your neck, his low voice sending chills up your spine.

“Sure.”

Felix gives your thigh a little squeeze before standing up from the crescent booth. “I’ll be right back. Behave.”

And he disappears into the crowd, only the silhouette of his black button up and slacks visible at this distance.

Which means you’re left alone with Hyunjin. And unfortunately for you tonight, he looks divine. Sharp collar bones protrude generously from the fitted black top he’s wearing, coupled elegantly with an expensive black blazer and slacks that further elongate his lanky legs. His neat black hair is styled out of his face, longer bits framing his sharp jawline and one piece hanging just over his eyebrow. He looks absolutely erotic tonight, like someone out of the romantic French films.

“This place is nice,” Hyunjin says, his eyes flickering nervously to the showgirls.

“Yeah,” you reply. “Paris really is something else.”

Your head tilts up to observe the neon lights hanging on the wall overhead, and out of your peripheral vision, you can feel Hyunjin’s gaze on you. He watches you so intricately, anyone else would think that he paid for this.

“You look nice, too,” Hyunjin says, sliding across the leather fabric of the seat until he's a little closer to you now. His expensive cologne is overwhelmingly intoxicating at this proximity, and you hold your breath momentarily at its musky scent, aware of just how alluring he is when he’s this close.

“You mentioned that earlier,” you say, making no move to distance yourself from him.

“Is this Felix’s favorite dress on you?”

“I don’t know. It might be.”

“You don’t know? That’s a pity,” Hyunjin says, “If you were mine, I’d never let you forget this one’s my favorite.”

His hand rests on your thigh now as he leans his face toward you and speaks in voice just above a whisper.

“I wonder if he’s going to take it off you tonight?”

“Hyunjin, stop, he could be back any minute...”

But you make no effort to move away from him- in fact, you find yourself facing him now, observing the way he keeps his gaze locked on your parted lips.

“Think he’d get mad?” Hyunjin says with a knowing grin.

And before you can push him away, he’s pressing his lips onto yours, one hand groping at your thigh and kneading your flesh with an insatiable desire to be as close as possible to you.

You want to push him away, but you can’t, taking careful note of the way his lips move perfectly against yours, smiling into the kiss with the satisfaction of the effect he has on you. He’s just how you remembered him- both wicked and painfully lascivious.

You and Hyunjin have kissed a handful of times before, the first time being at a party, where Felix challenged him during a drinking game. Felix loved to inquire about Hyunjin’s skills, longing for the validation that he was still better than him, being your boyfriend and all. And he is better. But Hyunjin is certainly a close second.

The other times were random moments clouded by sexual tension- ones Felix eventually found out about. But he never got mad, instead choosing to treat you to hours upon hours of sex in efforts to remind you that you belonged to him. And it worked- Hyunjin is purely an attractive acquaintance and a good kisser- nothing more, and you have no desire for anything more with him, regardless.

The reality is that Felix could choose to cut Hyunjin out of his life- most men probably would, knowing their manhood was being threatened like this. But Felix finds it both amusing and arousing, to watch you fold so that he can find an excuse to make you his again. It’s a strange dynamic, sure. But so are the nightclubs in Paris, which is why no one around you is fazed when Felix returns to find you two in the act.

“What’s this?” Felix asks in a deep voice, not particularly angry, but a little confused. Just minutes ago, you were all over him, and he thought he did a better job than this at asserting his dominance.

“Felix,” you say in a breathless voice, pulling away from Hyunjin and going to slide out of the booth. “He just kissed me. I told him to stop.”

“You don’t look like you were pushing him away.”

“I wanted to- I mean, I told him not to. Please. You have to believe me.”

“Please?” Felix says, his eyebrows raised.

He holds both drinks in his hands still, finally opting to set them down on the table and confront his gaze with Hyunjin’s.

Hyunjin usually cowers away in moments like these, not bothering to explain himself as he already knows the two of you will simply go at it like rabbits and forgive each other. But tonight he doesn’t, keeping a stupid smirk plastered on his face and locking eyes with Felix.

“She looked pretty,” he says in a challenging tone.

Felix says nothing, his eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you as he pieces the puzzle together. And then he finally breaks the silence.

“Let’s just get back to our hotel room. It’s late.”

“Now?” You say, your voice trembling a little. “But we just got here-”

“I said now.”

*

The ride back to your hotel room is excruciating. The three of you are crammed in the backseat of a taxi, Felix maintaining his cold composure as he refrains from saying a single word. Hyunjin is pushed up against you, his hands having easy access to your skin, where he teasingly brushes against your thigh a few times in efforts to get a reaction out of Felix. And Felix evidently takes note of it, glancing curiously at the two of you and then back out the car window.

You try your best to console Felix and make things right, giving his hand a little squeeze, and mouthing “I’m sorry” when he elects to make eye contact with you. But he doesn’t react, and in contrast to the previous times this happened, you’re fearful of what this might lead to.

When you arrive at the hotel, Felix tips the driver and ushers you both inside, where you take another painful ride up the elevator, shoved up against both of them and panicked for what Felix is going to say when you arrive.

And in the dimly lit hotel room, things are painfully silent. Hyunjin throws off his shoes, sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed and maintaining a cocky expression on his face. You sit on the cushioned chair across from him, keeping a safe distance from him, hands folded in your lap like a scolded child as you wait for Felix to speak. Felix paces in front of both of you, hands toying with the buttons on his shirt in deep thought.

“Do you like him more than me?” Felix asks.

“No, Felix. God, no. Absolutely not. He just kissed me and I-”

“Would you leave me for him?” He says.

“Never. I wouldn’t leave you for anyone.”

“Do you think I treat you well?”

“The best,” You reply quickly. “You’re so good to me, Felix. It meant nothing to me, seriously.”

He pauses for a moment, swallowing before continuing.

“Who would I be if I denied you what you so desperately want?”

Your brows furrow at his words, unsure of the implication.

“I want you, Felix. I don’t want him-”

“You can kiss him again,” Felix says finally, stopping in front of you and gesturing to Hyunjin.

“What?”

He’s behind you now, his hands finding their way to your shoulders as he massages little circles in your back and kneads out the tension in your neck.

“I said kiss him again,” he says, grazing his fingertips along your jaw. “You wanted to kiss him. So kiss him.”

Your eyes lock on Hyunjin, who’s still comfortably seated on the bed, no reaction on his face.

“I didn’t want-”

“It’s okay, baby,” Felix chimes in, crouching down in front of you and taking your hand in his. “I’m not mad. It’s like I said- what kind of boyfriend would I be if I denied you what you want? I want to be good to you. I want you to feel good. Tonight’s all about you. Got it?”

You can’t reply for a moment, his words circling your mind as you make sense of the implications. He’s asking you to make out with his best friend- you suppose it’s nothing he hasn’t already asked of you, but still, you’re reluctant to follow through with his orders.

“Are you gonna kiss him? For me?” He says, and his tone is completely serious. Hyunjin’s lips pull into a smile, beckoning you to the bed with a “come hither” motion.

“Only if you want me to,” you reply in a shaky voice.

“I want you to,” he clarifies.

And before he can question you again, you make your way to the bed, seating yourself next to Hyunjin and waiting for him to make the first move.

He wastes no time complying, leaning into you again and pressing his wine-flavored tongue to yours, picking up exactly where you left off in the club. Your hands instinctively thread through his hair, tongue slipping between his lips to taste even more of him. For a moment, you almost forget Felix is in the room with you, only remembering when you feel him behind you again.

While Hyunjin’s lips move in perfect harmony with yours, Felix buries his face in the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses to the flesh before sucking a generous bruise between his teeth. The sensation stings delightfully, and you let out a little whimper into Hyunjin’s mouth as Felix works you.

“Felix,” you say breathlessly, completely dumbfounded with what is happening to you right now.

“Shh,” Felix says, “Just relax for me, okay? Tell me if you’re uncomfortable and we’ll stop.”

But you’re far from uncomfortable- the feeling of both giving you their undivided attention has you reeling off the high of your preemptive arousal for them, completely lost in the pleasure of it. It’s in this moment that you understand Felix’s proposal; he wants you to give in to Hyunjin’s sexual desires for you- he wants you to use both of them. And who are you to deny it when it’s all happening so quickly in front of you, and it feels so good? It’s not like you haven’t fantasized being shared between the two of them like this.

While thoughts circle your mind, you feel Felix’s hands run up and down your torso, toying with the straps on your dress as he pulls away.

“Gonna unzip this, okay? Just focus on him.”

You shiver a little at his words, nodding as he slowly unzips your dress, sliding both straps down either arm and folding it down over your torso.

At the same time, Hyunjin’s kisses have turned needier, hungrier, as his hands find your waist and he pulls you closer to him. You resist the urge to straddle his lap, wanting to still remain close to Felix’s needy kisses on your neck. But Hyunjin is desperate, his hands finding their way to your thighs and pulling you onto his lap anyway. Felix smirks a little at his desperation, knowing very well the feeling of wanting you a little too much. And he empathizes with it- after all, Hyunjin’s not the one who gets to take you home every night.

Felix’s nimble fingers have now succeeded in removing your bra, leaving you bare-chested for both of them to gawk at. And gawk Hyunjin does- his lips remain parted as he breaks away from your lips and gasps a little at the sight.

“I know,” Felix says, taking note of his reaction.

As if asserting his dominance, he brings a hand to your chin, angling your face toward him and pressing a wet kiss to your lips. You moan gently into the kiss and smile, finally reveling in the familiar sensation of your boyfriend’s lips on yours. As your tongue swirls around his, you feel Hyunjin reach a hand up to palm over one of your nipples with his calloused hands, and you gasp into Felix’s mouth instinctively.

Hyunjin’s slender fingers toy with your nipple, watching you and Felix intensely as you exchange repeated chaste kisses with each other. And then before you can turn your attention back to Hyunjin, he leans his face down, taking your breast in his mouth and sucking harshly. You break away from Felix to watch him, arching your eyebrows in pleasure as he swirls his tongue around your sensitive nipples and maintains eye contact with you.

“Feel good?” Felix asks, and you turn back toward him to nod, lost for words. He just smiles, bringing you in for another kiss as Hyunjin moves to your other breast, grazing his teeth over the nipple before sucking harshly.

The three of you stay like that for several minutes, exchanging kiss after kiss with Felix while Hyunjin gives attention to both of your breasts. When Hyunjin is eye-level to you again, he’s completely breathless, hands snaking lower to fiddle with the hem of your panties. It’s then that you notice he’s rock-hard below you, his erection straining against your clothed core as he loops a finger through your waistband and pulls your underwear down.

Hyunjin’s hands are quick to loop around your waist, pulling you closer to him and grinding you against his clothed crotch in desperation.

“Fuck, baby…” he breathes out, throwing his hand back. “I want you so bad.”

Felix chuckles at his words, observing the way Hyunjin now undoes his belt buckle and pulls his pants down to his knees.

“Not so fast,” Felix says, cupping his hands around your breasts again and massaging them tenderly. “You have to get her ready first.”

One hand snakes lower, past your navel, until he’s just above your core, watching Hyunjin intensely as you shiver in anticipation.

“You want me to touch you, baby?” Felix asks, pressing a series of tender kisses to your shoulder.

“Yes, Felix… please…”

And without a second to spare, two fingers find purchase on your clit, massaging in circle motions as he kneads your other breast with his free hand.

“There you go…” he coos sweetly, admiring the way your moans get higher in pitch with the newfound contact. Hyunjin watches the way your body reacts to the contact, your body writhing in his touch as he brings you close to your orgasm, and then pulls away again to tease your entrance.

As your symphony of moans fills the room, Hyunjin discards his slacks and boxers, leaving just enough space between you and his aching cock so that Felix can continue to massage your clit. But as you begin to tremble, your hand reaching out to grasp Hyunjin’s thigh in an attempt to keep you stable, Hyunjin grows impatient.

“Don’t let her cum yet,” he says to Felix, reaching out a hand to caress your face in his palm. And Felix complies, pulling away again and licking his fingers clean of your arousal. You whimper at the loss of contact, quickly turning to Felix for reassurance.

“Want to make it last, yeah?” Felix says, giving reason to Hyunjin’s orders. He gathers your hair at the nape of your neck, using one hand to massage your thigh and prop it open gently.

“Spread for him, baby,” Felix says, prompting you to open your legs, and Hyunjin sits back on the bed.

“Lay down,” Felix then commands, guiding you with a hand on your shoulder, and you do as you’re told, your gaze locking on the hotel ceiling above you. Hyunjin hovers over you briefly, pressing a series of chaste kisses to your neck, before trailing down until he’s at your core. You can’t see him anymore, peering down to catch a glimpse of the top of his ebony hair, waiting in anticipation for him to do something. And before you can order him to, he licks a long stripe up your slit, wagging his tongue back and forth over your clit before taking it between his lips and sucking.

Your back arches up into him instantly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he sucks harshly, pursing his lips together to spit on your clit and kiss it onto every inch of your folds. He’s magic with his tongue, lapping up at your arousal like a starved animal, moaning into your pussy and pressing his hardened length into the mattress to gain some relief.

You don’t hear Felix get undressed, but he appears over you again with a smirk, roused at the sight of you writhing in pleasure and getting tongue-fucked by someone other than himself. He knows how badly you’ve wanted this, well aware of the fact that your makeout sessions with Hyunjin almost mirror the way he now laps at your sopping pussy.

When his freckled-face is in sight, you feel an overwhelming sense of desire to be close to him again, endeared by the way he smiles down at you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. He’s doing this for you, letting you fulfill your filthy fantasies, and you desperately yearn to return the favor.

“Ah- baby,” you stutter, shutting your eyes at the sensation of Hyunjin giving kitten licks to your pussy. “Want to taste you,” you finally breathe out, and when you reach a hand out to wrap your fingers around his base, he groans instantly at the contact.

Felix shuffles closer to you, watching with labored breaths as you kiss his tip gently, taking him into your mouth and swirling your tongue around his protruding veins.

“Fuck,” he says, guiding you with one hand on the back of your head as you bob up and down his length. The only sounds echoing the walls are the lewd ones of spit and sucking, and you feel your walls clench around Hyunjin’s tongue as he begins to prod at your entrance.

With every jerk of your body, you gag around Felix’s aching cock, causing him to emit deep guttural moans and tug at your hair.

“Hyunjin, I’m gonna cum,” you say, sitting up on your elbows to look down at Hyunjin, whose face is still buried in your cunt.

“Not yet,” Felix says quickly, finally prompting Hyunjin to sit up and look at the two of you.

“I want you to fuck her,” Felix says to Hyunjin, and your heartbeat quickens rapidly at his words- he’s going to let another man fuck you while he watches.

“Are you okay if he fucks you?” Felix asks you sweetly, his hand intertwining with yours in a supportive manner. You want to, so badly, but you’re still afraid of what Felix might think.

“Yes, but I want you to be okay with it,” you reply, looking back at Hyunjin, who seems to be wincing at his hard-on.

“I’m okay with it,” Felix chuckles. “I want you to feel good. And comfortable.”

You nod at your boyfriend’s words, sitting up and waiting for your next direction. Felix is quick to get on the bed, propped up on his hands with his legs spread, pressing a single kiss to your temple.

“Sit back,” he says.

You crawl to your boyfriend, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips before turning around and sitting with your back against him, still intertwining your hands with his. His erection presses into your thigh as he waits for Hyunjin to proceed.

Hyunjin quivers a little at the sight- it’s something he’s dreamt of for so long, and he’s momentarily nervous he won’t satisfy the same way Felix does. But he brings a hand up to his cock anyway, jerking twice before tapping gently at your entrance.

“Is this okay?” He asks you, his voice shaky and breathless.

“Yes,” you reply, giving your boyfriend’s hands a little squeeze as he sits behind you. And as he nods at your words, he slips into your entrance with ease, your pussy taking him whole as he shuts his eyes in pleasure.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin breathes. “You’re so tight.”

The stretch makes you gasp, arching your back away from Felix, which he guides back toward him with a hand on your waist.

“Feels so good,” you say, letting out soft moans as he begins to thrust in and out of you.

“I’m not gonna last long,” Hyunjin admits, as he pants over you. His face is laced with beads of sweat, which drip off him and onto your bare torso.

Felix caresses your skin with his fingertips, judging your reactions as Hyunjin fucks you, moving faster at the sound of your moans. The room teems with sounds of your moans, Hyunjin’s whines, the gush of his cock sliding in and out of your soaking entrance, and Felix’s low chuckles as he gauges your responses. The other rooms around you have to know what’s going on- though judging by the scenery of the clubs, you’re pretty sure they’re used to the sounds of threesomes ringing through the halls.

“I’m close,” Hyunjin breathes, pausing momentarily to feel you clenching around him. You’re close, too, briefly unsure of whether you should hold out your orgasm for Felix. But he doesn’t tell you to wait, he just grazes his hands along your face and your breasts, smiling when you gasp at Hyunjin thrusting hard into you again.

“I’m close, too,” you say, rolling your eyes back to see Felix’s reaction. He smiles down at you, beaming at the fact that you’re so fucked-out in pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Hyunjin exclaims, letting out a series of whimpers as he squeezes his eyes shut. He finishes inside of you, thrusting you well into the point of overstimulation, before pulling out and jerking the remaining drops onto your clit.

Before you can say anything to him, he’s dipping his head between your thighs again, lapping his tongue eagerly at your folds and dipping into your entrance. You gasp in shock at the erotic sight- Felix holding you tenderly while another man laps his cum out from your swollen pussy. But Felix doesn’t protest- instead, you feel him guide you up again, his hands on your waist as he flips you around.

“Saved it for me?” He says, pressing kisses down your shoulders and running a finger down the crook of your spine. “I knew you belonged to me.”

Hyunjin scoots off the bed, catching his breath as he watches Felix assume his position behind you. But despite finishing, he doesn’t leave yet, sitting at the foot of the bed and tilting your chin up to meet his gaze.

“Open,” he orders plainly, giving your chin a little squeeze as you part your lips for him. And as Felix slides himself into you, Hyunjin places A wet kiss on your open mouth, his tongue swirling remnants of his semen and your arousal back into your mouth. You feel filthy like this, But so good, so well taken care of, as Felix begins his thrusts into you.

“Was he good?” Felix asks, speeding up his thrusts as you shut your eyes in pleasure.

“So good,” you groan in response, gasping as Hyunjin wipes your chin clean of the saliva-cum mixture.

“I’m close,” you say to him, feeling your stomach contract and your walls tighten around his pulsating cock inside of you. You’re both aching for your release now, the sexual tension from when you first entered the club finally catching up to you both. The way he’s been teasing you with his touches all night, eye-fucking you from across the room and encouraging Hyunjin to drive you crazy.

“Cum with me, baby,” Felix says, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail and sucking a bruise onto your neck. “I know you want to. You’ve been so good today, now be good and finish with me.”

It doesn’t take more than his words to make you finish, your pussy clenching around him as he pours his hot load inside of you, thrusting every drop back into you and nibbling at the purple bruises on your skin.

Before pulling out, he tilts your face toward him again, placing a sloppy kiss to your lips and sharing the taste of yours and Hyunjin’s arousal.

“Did so good for me,” he says before sliding out and pressing little kisses to your spine. “Do you feel better?”

You sit back on your knees, catching your breath and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Yes. Much.”

Felix chuckles, throwing the duvet off the bed and leaving to get a towel and some water.

“Don’t move,” he says. “Gonna get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You don’t remember Hyunjin leaving, but he’s gone now, the room growing silent again as Felix makes his way to the bathroom. Your chest rises and falls as you lay on your pillow and glance out the window, the streets of Paris still aglow with the movement of lovers and club lights.

*

For several hours, you and Felix lie in your hotel bed, bodies tangled with each other as he holds you and grazes your face tenderly. His touches are gentle, and intentional, reminding you without words that you’re safe. When you lean into his touch, he peppers your face with little kisses, emitting little giggles from you, and then he gives your hand a little squeeze, a reminder that you’re his.

The fragrant hotel scent of vanilla and sandalwood fills the air around you, and the airy white duvet hugs you comfortably, as your eyelids flutter shut in drowsiness.

“Sleepy?” Felix asks, bringing a thumb to your temple and rubbing gentle back and forth motions.

“Mhm.”

He scoots closer to you on his pillow, bringing his lips to your ear and pressing a tender kiss.

“Rest,” he says, smiling, endeared at your tired state.

He doesn’t have to ask the questions this time- he knows very well, already. You’d never leave him for Hyunjin, nor do you feel any different about him.

You’re his- irrevocably, time and time again.

*

[tradgedyinwaves]

tw: emotional neglect, military inaccuracies, one sided relationship, sex, cursing, not necessarily unwanted sex, but not encouraged

You told him.

Over and over.

If he didn’t stop treating you like a maid and fuck buddy, you were done.

“Simon, you didn’t do the dishes like I asked and now I have to do them before I can get started on dinner,” you chastise, moving dishes around so you can get them done. His team was coming over for dinner that night, but he’d made no move to help you.

“Ah, I forgot. ‘M sorry,” he called from the couch, eyes still glued to the game flashing across the screen. You huffed and got to work, mentally creating a list of everything that would need done before the guys arrived in…four hours. Great, you had to shower too. 

Only once you’d finished the dinner and were getting into the shower, did Simon finally rise from the couch. He pushed his way in, joining you in the shower. His massive hands found your hips before sliding between your legs, searching for the little bundle of nerves.

Oh, now he wanted to pay attention to you? “Come on, luvie. Let me feel your tight cunt on my cock. I know how much you love my cock,” Simon grunted against your ear, his fingers dancing over the most intimate parts of you. And you let him.

Let him take what he wants because at least, he’s paying attention to you, right? You sigh as he slides into you, feeling the familiar burn and stretch. It’s quick and dirty. He pulls out to shoot his seed between your legs and down the drain. You don’t finish and climb out of the shower to let him finish in peace. 

You stand in front of your closet, opting for a black dress that flaunts your curves but still allows you comfort. Stepping out of the bathroom, fully nude as he uses a towel to dry his hair, he grunts when he glances at you but makes no effort to compliment or even really look at you. 

“I thought I asked you to do the laundry. You know I have that court marshal and Price will have my head if I don’t look presentable,” Simon rants from the bedroom, looking for the ONE button up he owns that he wore earlier in the week to a meeting with some big wigs that the higher ups wanted them to meet. 

The issue was that you were currently bedridden and unable to leave the bed for more than a few minutes to use the restroom or grab food. You’d been laid up with a case of pneumonia that led to bronchitis, making breathing difficult, let alone doing your boyfriend’s laundry. 

You didn’t answer him, rolling away from the closet and curling into yourself. He’d not even been taking care of you, citing that he couldn’t afford to get sick. What if he needed to be deployed, but he was stuck in bed because he was taking care of you? His reasoning was fair, but you were his girlfriend. Shouldn’t he be more worried about getting you well?

It was Simon’s last night home before being sent on a mission. You weren’t privy to where he was going or how long he’d be gone, but that was normal. Something you’d adjusted to when you started dating the man. 

Normally, he’d at least stay home with you the night before. Maybe a movie or something before he’d fuck you into the mattress for three minutes, leaving you unsatisfied. But he tried right? 

This time though, he was throwing his leather jacket on and grabbing the keys to his bike. “You’re seriously going out with the guys you’re shipping out with instead of staying home with me?” you cried, tears slipping down your cheeks as you finally broke from the quiet ways he neglected you. 

“Sorry. They wanted to have a good night of drinking before we’re forced to be sober for weeks on end,” he reasoned, barely even giving you a glance before coming over to kiss the top of your head then disappear out the door. 

The door clicked shut and you heard the key turn in the lock. 

When Simon returned two months later to an empty flat and all of your things missing, he was stunned. Finding the note and your copy of the flat key laying on the coffee table had him collapsing on the couch as he stared at the two sentence note you'd left. He’d taken you for granted for too long, neglected you when you deserved the world. 7 words to shatter his world.

“Don’t come looking for me. I’m done.” 

[seonghrtz]

𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑.

synopsis: the first parents meeting. warnings: mentions of blood, bruises, fights and bullying.

Gojo straightened his dark glasses that were sliding down the bridge of his nose. He glanced sideways at Megumi, who sat next to him, still as a statue and with a bored expression on his face; little Fushiguro had his hands in his lap, his knuckles red and bruised. On the other side of the room, two couples were sitting with their children, their faces covered in bruises. ‘At least the brat won the fight,’ Gojo thought, holding back a laugh.

Almost as soon as the principal was about to address Gojo, a knock on the door echoed through the room and soon you appeared, apologizing for being late. A discreet smile appeared on Gojo's pink lips as he followed your movements until you sat down next to Megumi, the albino even noticing your bandaged dominant hand, probably when you had been contacted by the school warning that Megumi was in trouble, you were on yet another of the thousands of missions you did every single day.

But your serious, almost angry expression ⸻ quite different from the serious you were with him ⸻ sent a shiver down Gojo's spine and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

"Now that everyone is present, I would like to begin this very important meeting. It has been reported that Fushiguro Megumi physically assaulted two classmates during lunch today. According to the two victims of Fushiguro's aggressive behavior, this was not the first time they had been physically assaulted and that Fushiguro had previously threatened them verbally. This behavior is completely contrary to the behavior we are trying to teach at this school, and as a punishment, we have decided that Fushiguro Megumi will be suspended for three days to reflect on his actions.”

"Three days? That's not enough time for this little thug to reflect on his actions, he should be expelled from school, look how he left my dear son". One of the mothers complained.

Gojo was ready to argue with the woman, but was interrupted by your voice.

"Are you sure this really happened?" you asked in a firm voice.

"Excuse me?" The principal looked you up and down, staring for minutes at your bandaged hand, the gauze stained red. "I believe you're too young and not at all likeable to be Megumi's real mother, so I think you're just a guardian, Miss... Miss Kamo," he said after he had read your name from Megumi's file. "Don't you think you're a bit unqualified to take care of a child, considering that Fushiguro had a role model for his aggressive behavior?"

"I think you have as much wrong information about what led to today's event as your wig."

Gojo laughed at your words, dying inside to comment on the director's ill-fitting wig.

"What?" The principal looked at you with an expression of surprise and indignation.

"For about a month now, Megumi has been telling me about a couple of rude boys who were making fun of a girl who was quiet in class and picking on her. I told him to tell the teacher what was going on, but the teacher didn't seem to care. About a week ago, when I went to pick up Megumi from school, a mother stopped me in the middle of the street with her daughter, who was all bruised up, and thanked Megumi for stopping the bullies from hitting her daughter, which happened to be the same day he got a warning about his aggressive behavior. But I don't think those good boys even got a warning for their aggressions against the girl. And so her mother took her out of school and now we're in this meeting because Megumi is violent against ‘good-hearted people’. Don't you think there's something in this story that doesn't quite fit?”

"Are you saying that my son is a bully? What audacity is that, you bitch, you're nothing but a brat!"

"Sir, did you look at the security cameras before you put all the blame on Megumi?" You asked, ignoring the woman.

The principal swallowed and looked at the teacher standing next to him, who was breaking out in a cold sweat from all the talking you had done, knowing that you weren't wrong in a single word.

"Oh, of course you didn't look, that was too much to expect from such incompetent professionals as yourselves." You took a deep breath, "Gojo, you were right when you said that this isn't one of the best schools and they certainly don't live up to their ideals and morals. Let's get Megumi out of here and put him in a better school and make an official complaint about misconduct."

"Ah, finally, can we go now?" Gojo rose from his chair with a sideways smile.

"I think we wasted enough time with an unnecessary meeting." You got up with Megumi to leave the room as quickly as possible.

"Hey, bitch! You think you can just walk away and it's all over?" One of the women said, getting your attention, "Do you really think we're going to let this little shit beat up our kids and get away with it? Besides all the crap you said?"

When the woman least expected it, your bandaged hand passed millimeters away from her face and slammed into the wall behind her, making a terrifying sound. You pulled your hand away from the wall, showing the broken spot where it had hit and a small dead mosquito in the middle of the shattered wall, controlling yourself as much as possible, both in your anger and in the cursed energy running wild through your body. The woman looked horrified at what had happened and at you, who were so close to her, with a serious expression on your face.

"You can say whatever you want about me and use the most offensive words, but don't you dare say anything about my son." Your firm tone made the woman swallow dryly, afraid that one wrong word or movement would fully awaken the beast within you. "Are we clear?" You asked, making the woman nod frantically.

Without saying another word, you left the principal's office with Megumi, but when you looked back, you noticed that a certain albino with bright blue eyes was missing.

Gojo was still in the principal’s office. The boy let out a chuckle that caught everyone's attention, and when they all looked in his direction, he took off his round sunglasses and looked at everyone with his deadly blue eyes.

"I just wanted to warn you, if you mess with my girl, be disrespectful or have the audacity to talk to her, know that I will destroy every single of you and you will be reduced to nothing. Now... if you want to live a long life, I advise you not to even think about her, or I will be the last thing you ever see. It may sound like a joke, but believe me, it's not.”

Satoru smiled briefly and put his glasses back on before leaving the room. The young sorcerer walked with long strides to where you were standing next to Megumi.

"...violence is not always the solution, Fushiguro." You took a deep breath and placed your hand gently on the boy's head. "But I'm proud of you for doing the right thing and not only helping the innocent girl, but also warning someone who could solve the whole situation."

"It is a shame that the 'person who could solve the whole situation' was such a shitty and irresponsible person. But I'm glad you won the fight! My son is not a loser!"

"I'm not your son." Megumi replied with a bored tone.

"Wow, you didn't say anything when Kamo-chan called you her son, but when I do, then I get hit back!" Gojo said dramatically.

"Oh, about that, forgive me, I think I got a little carried away when I said it.”

"It's okay..." Megumi looked away with red cheeks. He wouldn't admit it, at least not at that moment, but a part of him had liked it when you called him son, it made him feel part of something, part of a real family.

"How about some ice cream while we discuss which school to put Megumi in, huh?" Gojo smiled excitedly at the idea of eating something sweet.

"Whatever..." Megumi shrugged.

Just as you were about to speak, your phone rang, interrupting the moment. You pulled it out of your uniform pocket and looked at the number, immediately recognizing that they were ready to send you on another mission. Your eyes flicked from the small screen to Megumi and Gojo, who seemed to be arguing about something completely trivial, causing a small, discreet half-smile to appear on your lips. Quickly, your finger pressed the off button and you put your phone back in your pocket.

"Where's the ice cream parlor?" You asked, getting their attention.

"Who was calling you…?" Gojo asked curiously about your phone call.

"Nobody important. Now tell me where the ice cream parlor is before I change my mind."

"Ah, always so serious, Kamo-chan!" Gojo pouted.

"And stop calling me that!"

"Oh, you hurt my feelings that way... Kamo-chan," Gojo laughed when he noticed your angry look in his direction.

"You were amazing there." Gojo murmured as he cleaned the wound on your dominant hand.

You were sitting on a bench in the bathroom of Satoru's room after a lot of insistence from the albino in front of you. You were so tired after fighting low and medium level curses since the early hours of the morning, with the whole situation with Megumi at school and Gojo's voice in your head, that you finally accepted that Satoru would take care of your injuries.

"Oh, you think so?" You asked dully, "I think I overdid it a bit, especially with the punch on the wall..."

"That was the best part!" Gojo exclaimed excitedly, "You're extremely sexy when you're angry."

"Can we have a normal conversation without you making it awkward?" You rolled your eyes at the albino's comment.

"Okay, okay, if you want to get emotional! Look, what you did for Megumi in that room was unbelievable. That boy looks up to you and you're such an inspiration to him, I could see the happiness in his eyes when you stood up for him. Thank you so much for helping me with all this child care stuff.” Gojo said as he bandaged your hand again, but in the right way and not the messy way it was in the morning, "Aah, when I say nice things you just ignore me, leave me in the lurch, is that it?" he asked when he noticed your lack of response.

"Ah... sorry, well... I don't really know what to say."

"Nah, it's okay, I was just being annoying." Gojo smiled mischievously, "So the part where you said about the principal's wig was so iconic!" Gojo laughed, "It was so crooked, I don't know how no one warned him about it.”

You just watched Satoru give his point of view of the whole situation. In the dim light of the bathroom, with his black shorts and simple white blouse, he looked like a normal teenager, not the most powerful weapon in Jujutsu society. Gojo Satoru was perhaps the most human person you had ever met, even if you only thought of him as the strongest sorcerer of your generation.

But in this light, in front of you, Gojo seemed to be just Satoru. A person without fancy titles who secretly carried a heavy burden. He was just Satoru, a teenager who had lost many things, but who was trying his best to make sure that two children would have different paths than he had, and that they could truly be children without having their childhood stolen from them.

And there, in the midst of his laughter and his ridiculous imitations with exaggerated and dramatic expressions of the event, you felt your heart beat faster.

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[rottenpumpkin13]

Out Of Context Shit Heard On The SOLDIER Floor #7

Genesis: SEPHIROTH, STOP MEOWING AT ME.

Kunsel: Any loser twink can be a fem-boy, but it takes a real badass to be a fem-man.

Sephiroth: Did I "yee-haw" with joy, or did it convey depression?

Zack, holding up Cloud: BEHOLD.

Sephiroth, stealing a fry from Angeal's plate: A most generous offering. You will be spared. Angeal: FROM? Sephiroth: You will be spared.

Genesis, wearing sunglasses and holding a cappuccino: So there I was, gelato on my breasts—

Cloud: Aww, that's such a cute Halloween decoration. *pointing at Genesis sobbing in the corner*

Angeal: Who put a hotdog in the candy bowl?? Zack, in the background: Halloweenie.

Sephiroth: I could've sworn "motherfucker" was a compliment.

Angeal: IF YOU EAT THAT WEEK-OLD SUSHI PLATTER, YOUR INTESTINES WILL BECOME RADIOACTIVE.

Sephiroth: Zack, can I enjoy this steak dinner without you explaining A/B/O to me?

Lazard: I think we ALL need to beat our fathers with shovels, Sephiroth, you're not special.

Zack: NO! THAT'S MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BANANA!

Genesis: He manspreads to assert dominance, I manspread to create a barrier between myself and heteronormativity. We are not the same.

Sephiroth: I just sent Angeal an email describing my feelings for him. If he doesn't reply, I'll show up at his apartment and superglue myself to the door.

Zack: Give me a pen, paper, and three Adderall, and I'll write something better than Loveless in one hour.

Kunsel: Everyone is subjected to failure, but at least I'm not Roche, who thought the plural of ninja was ninji.

Sephiroth: I have exactly three crayons on my person right now, and they're all stolen from Zack.

Angeal, chewing with his mouth full: Don't make psycho-sexual comments in front of my cheeseburger.

Zack, narrating what he's seeing: 🎶 Look at Angeal 🎶 beating Sephiroth with a frozen chicken because he forgot to take it out the freezer. 🎶

Sephiroth: Please refrain from analyzing my deep-seated fear of abandonment linked to my mother's absence and its impact on my emotional regulation, it's seven in the morning and I still haven't had coffee.

Cloud: I'm about two mental breakdowns away from resorting to gang affiliation.

Genesis: COUNTER SPELL! *flicks his wrist* TRAUMA!

Roche: I often have nightmares about Sephiroth attacking me with a spork.

Sephiroth, in the presence of a spider: I feel anti-at peace.

Zack: Dear diary, today I committed tax evasion, and felt great. Tomorrow I'll try embezzlement and eventually vandalism!

Sephiroth: Can you read this death threat note and check if my handwriting is recognizable?

Zack and Genesis: *Loudly arguing over who gets to be the ring bearer at Sephiroth and Angeal's wedding*

Angeal, laying on the floor: Good luck trying to find my will to live, gang.

Genesis: I'm flashing you a tit to maintain our friendship.

Sephiroth: If I had a gil for every time someone compared me to a cat, I'd have enough to purchase that expensive human cat bed that has been on my wishlist for ages.

Roche: Is my discount wig a joke to you, Zackary?

Cloud, placing an "I miss you" letter from his mother in Sephiroth's line of view: Yeah, that's right. Fuck you.

Lazard: Someone pinned a death threat on my office door written in glitter gel pen.

Genesis, flirting: I own an air-fryer.

Angeal: T-shirt that says "I survived Zack's power point presentation on aliens that included a photo of Sephiroth on the fourth slide"

Roche: Cloud Strife's evil twin…Grass Peace.

Sephiroth: *Showing Zack pictures of baby cows while Zack sobs into his burger*

Genesis: PUT. MASAMUNE. DOWN. No one is stealing your crayons.

Sephiroth: Genesis, I feel inspired to compliment your ass.

Lazard: Take a good, hard look at Sephiroth wearing flip-flops and tell me I shouldn't be stressed.

Sephiroth: A most efficient weapon to add to my arsenal *wielding an entire streetlamp*

Zack, talking to Angeal: My insecure trooper and faceless info guy, versus your 6'7 cat and walking red flag.

Kunsel: Is the cure to male loneliness *incomprehensible screeching* ?

[katyawriteswhump]

bride of frankenstein

for @steddie-spooktober day 25 'Frankenstein Friday'" & day 24 'pumpkin' @stevieweek 'I don't know about this one...' and @steddiemicrofic October prompt, 'dress'

Rating T | 350 words | transfem!Steve, steddie, fluff, attempt at humour | no content warnings.

In the costume-hire store, Eddie and Robin were arguing over Eddie’s Frankenstein’s monster costume and make-up.

Stevie was browsing the racks. She’d already chosen a pumpkin outfit, from which her head poked like an orange turtle, capturing her vibe of late. Since switching gender in small-town Hawkins, she’d favoured baggy, neutral clothes.

Usually.

She pulled out a slinky, silky white dress labelled, “Bride of Frankenstein,” and scooted into the changing cubicle.

She ditched the ugly beehive wig, then shimmied into the mid-thigh-kissing halter-neck gown—damn, she’d need her padded bra. She twirled in front of the mirror: “Okay, I don’t know about this one. You can see my whole panty-line in it.”

While her ass looked great, the clingy fabric also rode up her crack. Not ideal to take kids trick-or-treating.

“Can we come in?” sang Robin. “Your boyfriend has finally accepted Mary Shelley’s monster was pus-yellow with no neck-bolt.”

Eddie slipped through the curtains and gaped, genuinely in need of his monster jaw-bandage: “Tell me you’re wearing that tonight?”

“In your dreams,” said Stevie.

In my dreams.

Later, after chaperoning, they hit the party trail. At the final stop, Eddie opened his van’s rear-door for Stevie. Her pumpkin suit didn’t fit in the front.

“You finished changing, Babe..? Wow!” 

Stevie, wearing the white dress and lace-spiderweb stockings, took his hand and gracefully alighted. Their lingering kiss was inevitable, removing most of her lipstick and the remnants of his yellow face-paint. Eddie broke it and sighed: “It’s Chrissy’s no-costume chillout party, Babe. You can’t go in like—”

“I’m Stevie Harrington wearing a dress that’d terrify her mom. No costume.”

“Agree,” interjected Robin. “Bride of Frankenstein, my tits!”

She disappeared inside. Steve lifted her curling hair from her neck, whispering, “Don’t tell Robin or Chrissy, but I’m keeping the choker with the neck-bolt on.”

“Christ, you’re sexy.” Eddie nuzzled her throat, hands sliding to caress her butt. “No panty-line?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She smirked and leaned in, lips ghosting against Eddie’s ear: “You better get me out of this dress before midnight, or I might turn back into a pumpkin."

Tags: @wheneverfeasible ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[novashelby]

Forgive Me-Tommy Shelby Smut

Pairing: TommyxReader(third person)

Word count: 2k-ish

Summary: Tommy Shelby is attracted to his attorney's daughter, and decides to corrupt her little nun brain at work.

Prompt: "What makes you think I am going to fuck you?"

Warning: Degrading language, non-con, Dubcon, oral(m), religious banter.

@darlingsfandom

“Y’know,” Tommy said, weaving himself through the wooden pews. It was a rare occasion that he was in church as he and God didn’t talk very much. If not, at all. You see, they weren’t on the best of terms. But he could admit that. He had no shame in his religious affiliations, or lack of. But her? Looking at her kneeling in the novice robes with her hands folded was laughable, at best. Tommy pointed his finger at her, wiggling it. “This, honestly…Love, why?”

She’d been trying hard to focus on her prayer for the last thirty minutes, knelt down, hands folded. Stiffening, she rolled her eyes up and let out a long sigh of frustration. Perhaps she was a little wild in her teen years, but what did he know of any of it? He was just her father’s client. Her father was an attorney, a big wig one in London. However, she hardly ever associated with him. And the only times she ever spoke with Mr. Thomas Shelby was when she was required to go to dinner parties and he just so happened to be there. “Mr. Shelby,” she greeted, though he’d been circling the pews for quite some time.

Finally he made it to hers, sliding in and kneeling right next to her. When his elbow caressed her arm, she flinched away, giving him a wild look. Amused, he asked, “oh, sorry, is that a sin these days? I mean, you are a messenger of God…know all his updated terms of services, eh?”

Getting up, she looked down at him.  “Instead of saundering within the pews, perhaps you should head to confession, Mr. Shelby. I can direct you, if you’d like? Or….” She leaned in, a snarky grin playing on her face. “I can give you the fast pass to hell, surely the Devil can’t wait to meet his biggest fan from Birmingham, eh?” It was the mockery for him. The little teasing infliction of her voice. Eh. He reached up to grip her cheeks, but she turned away before he could. Tommy got up and followed her, and when she heard the click of his lighter, she stopped. “There is no smoking allowed in the church, Thomas. Put it out.”

The cigarette rested between his fingers. “Do the rules still apply to nonbelievers?”

“If you are such a nonbeliever,” she said, turning on her heels. “Then you’d best find better company elsewhere.” Instead of leaving, he sat on the priest’s velvet chair on the altar. He leaned back, crossing his legs as if it was his lounge chair. Luckily for her, she was the only one in the church besides a few custodians. 

“What would your father say,” he said, pointing at her with a cigarette, giving her a knowing look. “Being so disrespectful to his client. To an older person. To a man.”

“He’d say nothing,” she quipped, gathering her bag with her notes and bible. Some of her hair had been peeking through her white veil. Tommy pushed off the chair and walked over, grabbing her arm. Flinching, she pushed him off, a nasty glare on her face. “Don’t touch me-”

“C’mere,” he said, regaining his grip and pulling her in. “You’re being immodest,” he said, a teasing glint in his eyes as he poked the loose strands back under the veil. People were weak under him. Once they were trapped by his little games, it was hard to push away. And she was no different, so small under him. Like the good girl she was meant to be, she stayed in place. “You see,” he started, words muffled slightly from the smoke perched between his lips. “I don’t think this is all you. I think…I think you are here just to be a little fuckin’ brat-”

“Mr. Shelby,” she interjected. “If you don’t mind, I have to get to study.”

When she tried to move from him, he gripped tighter. “I do mind, actually.” Yes, it was true, she had a wild era once in her teens. But it stopped at dancing and drinking. Never had she ever broken the seal. The church was safe. It was to keep her safe, and never had she considered the scenario where a man had her trapped. Mr. Shelby of all men. The small of her back pressed against the side of a wooden pew, digging into her body. The edge felt sharp, even through her thick robes. “I quite like your company. I find it…redeeming? As if my soul is just cleansing being in your presence.”

“You’re mocking me,” she said in a mere whisper, their eyes connecting.

“No,” he said, sarcastically while his knee pressed between her legs. “It’s true. Forgive me, I’m just thinking….” He paused, words trailing off. “Just how much you can save me.”

“I’ll pray for you,” she said, pushing at his chest, but he was just too strong for her.

Grinning, he leaned in, forehead resting against hers. “And how do you pray? On your knees? Hmmm…that’s a good idea. You’ll pray for me, right here. On your knees. Go on, be a good little girl and get on your knees.” He stepped back and waited. His face said it all…don’t try to move. Without breaking eye contact, she slid to her knees. A nun, sure, but she knew enough about life to understand what he wanted. “What do you think you should do?” he asked, all emotion leaving his voice. Her hands reached up to his trousers, closing her eyes. To his amusement, her fingers fumbled with the belt loop, struggling. “I guess those wild years did you no good. Or are you just out of practice? C’mon.” He took over, undoing the metal clasp on his belt and unzipping his trousers.

Eyes squeezed shut, chin quivering, she sobbed. “Mr. Shelby, please-”

“It’s coming, love,” he chuckled, flicking her forehead. “Take it out.”

“You don’t understand,” she said, pleading, tears streaming down her face. “I could lose my apprenticeship!”

“Then Mr. Shelby will give you a better one,” he said, grabbing her hand and placing it against his hardening cock. “Take it out, go on. Do your job.” She couldn’t look at him while doing it; pulling the waistband of his underwear down by the hooks of her fingers. Her fingers gently caressed the cock before it came out, displayed in front of her. Gently, he lifted her chin. “Open your eyes.” Her eyes fluttered open, averting her glance from his cock. Tommy laughed, and teased, “looks like you don’t wanna be here. Come on now, put a smile on that pretty face.” He pulled the sides of her trembling lips and forced a smile upon her face. “There we go, all happy to take your father’s cock.” The words were enough to send a chill up her spine, nevermind his throbbing cock lightly teasing at her lips. Releasing her lips, he snaked his hand around her head and grabbed her hair through her veil. “That’s what you call your priest, right? Haha, Father Shelby….Fuckin’ ‘ell. Never in my life….” 

“I’ll do it,” she agreed in a whisper. Just please stop taunting me. 

“I know you will,” he said, his other hand rubbing her cheek. What he did next took her by surprise; pulling her head back and a ball of spit forming at his lips. He spit in her face. “Cause I know and you know that deep, deep down you are a dirty fuckin’ girl that craves a cock buried in her holes.” She nodded to please him, repeating that she was a dirty girl and that she wanted his cock in one of her holes. The spit was running down her cheek, dripping to her dress leaving a wet streak. 

“Ahhh,” she moaned, opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out. He commented how no true good girl knows how to display her mouth so pretty. Leaning in, she took the tip first; kissing, sucking with a pop. Salty and feeling like sin, his precum rested on her tongue. Deeper he had told her, hands resting on the back of her head, pressing her lightly.

His hips jerked and twitched slightly as he cursed. “Shit,” he hissed, fingers digging into the veil. “C’mon, you can take daddy in more. I know you can…Fuck, baby. How dare you try to hide this mouth from me.” Nervously, she choked and tried to back away before taking him in a little more; tongue swirling around his length. 

With a free hand, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and pumped while her tongue worked the tip. Removing him from her mouth, she slid her lips in an array of kisses and licks around the shaft before taking him in again, sucking up and down, drool dripping from her bottom lip. Tommy closed his eyes, gently rocking his hips into her, head thrown back. Fuck he hissed, enjoying how her mouth was so warm and wet around him. It took all his strength not to pick her up and throw her over the altar. No, no…he couldn’t be that disrespectful. “Fuck, baby girl…You’re too good. You’re so good for me. Look at you…being such a whore for the Devil of Birmingham.” She hated to admit it, but it was getting to her; his hands, his words, his cock. Her legs were trembling with need, and it made her feel ashamed. Sucking his cock, she moaned at his degrading, taunting banter.  “Faster, whore….C’mon, take your daddy deeper.” He pushed in more. The poor girl choked as it hit the back of her throat, but he loved that. It was the best feeling; dominating a cunt’s throat. The way it would make their throat burn. It certainly made hers burn in agony, but she wanted to make him happy. He paused, thumb wiping away tears from under her eyes, giving her a moment's beak. Then, to his surprise, it was her who started bobbing her head again, looking up at him with doe-like eyes. 

Tommy didn’t break eye contact, enjoying it as some form of submission. Bobbing her head faster, her moans matched the speed. To keep him the way she wanted, she gripped his hips. “What a pretty girl,” he commented when she pulled back, allowing the pool of spit in her mouth to drip over his twitching dick. She smiled up at him, lips puffy and abused, before sucking him back in; licking, sucking, swallowing. He helped her along, feeling his orgasm build up; bucking his hips forward, faster and with better rhythm. “Good girl, my good girl…fuck! You’re going to swallow it all for me, right?”

“Mmmhm,” she moaned, cock filling her mouth as she matched his speed.

“Daddy is going to fill all those fuckin’ holes,” he said mid high. “Every one, baby girl. You’re gonna drip his cum from your tight ass and daddy’s going to breed that tight fuckin’ cunt.” His words spilled out, and after a while, he was incoherent. His orgasm ripped through him, lacing the inside of her mouth with hot ropes of cum. “F-fuck,” he groaned, getting a few last pumps out while his eyes went hooded. Breaths jagged and uneven, he pulled away, gripping her chin. “Show daddy…ah, good fuckin’ girl. Swallow it.”

“Ahhh,” she moaned, mouth opened as if she was proud before swallowing it. It tasted salty and a bit sweet. Truthfully, perhaps a little vile, but it made her feel dirty. Tommy leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cocked ruined lips. “Thank you, sir.”

“I told you,” he said, teasing. “I know you are just a dirty little slut deep down. Now, are you going to go repent your dirty little sins or do you want to go for a ride with Mr. Shelby?” He tucked himself away and helped her up. “C’mon.” He answered for her, helping her out of the church and to his car. 

She looked up at him, and asked with a teasing glint in her eyes, “What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” 

“We already established,” he started, pushing the wooden doors open. “You’re a dirty little girl.” 

[ifhybutilovechu]

Onyankopon x black reader.

NSFW 18+

Warnings : P in V , overstimulation , orgasm denial, squirting , reverse cowgirl, tears of pleasure. Let me know if I missed anything

Y/N wasn't by any means a rude person but somehow she found herself up in this situation where she feels the need to fuck somebody up. Sasha shakes Y/N by the shoulders 'I know you fucking heard that girl?!' She yells to Y/N , and you best believe she heard it . It was still playing in her brain causing her to become even more pissed. She turns around , putting up her hair 'Repeat what you said???' Y/N says as calmly as she could while stepping up 'I said your man could really do better than your nasty a-' the bitch couldn't even finish her sentence before Y/N went to town on her , immediately swinging and pulling on the girl's wig. Cameras were being pulled out and people were rushing to check the drama. The crowd was becoming huge and Y/N was still putting in work, throwing punches left to right before she was being pulled off she did a few last kicks and punches while trying to escape the person's grasp but to her shock when she turned around she saw her man staring back at her and the look on his face stopped all her movements. He didn't even speak but Y/N could just tell what he was indicating. They escaped from the crowd and Onyankopon dragged her to the car.

"What the fuck was that?" He said ,veins popping through his forehead "She said sum shit to me , and I was not letting it slide" he sighed 'What she say mama?" And Y/N didn't answer, she felt embarrassed that she reacted so wildly . 'So we ain't speaking now...cool'

Whines escaped from Y/N mouth 'It's too much pa pleasee' she begs but he kept using his hands to drag her ass up and down on his dick. 'Unt uh mama take all that, don't do no running'

P.2?

[fairlyang]

Kitty 🕷️

you've never had anyone able to stop you when doing crime, until now

w/c: 5K

pairing: miguel o’hara x blackcat!reader

tags: 18+ smut. stealing, getting caught, chasing, flirting, teasing, falling into temptation, exhibitionism, making out, fingering, blowjob, back blown out, choking, unprotected sex

notes: my fav fics bc I LOVE black cat she’s so hot and I learned sm about her when I was researching

The notorious Black Cat of New York, loved all things shiny, kicking ass, and using her seducing skills to the best of her ability when needed. Never exactly aiming to have turned out like her father but what can one do when kidnapped by Kingpin and are forcibly meant to be his Guinea pig?

Getting created to be a super soldier that was also a seductress? What else would this have led to?

On the bright side who else was able to rob banks and also be able to stop other criminals from doing so before she gets to hit them herself? None other than yourself, of course.

Obviously no one was able to stop the infamous Black Cat or retrieve all the things she'd steal. The cops were completely and utterly useless, slow and dumb. So you always got away and were able to profit off all the high end jewelry you'd steal.

You were going to hit up a jewelry store, to steal a few brand new diamonds for yourself. In your oh so casual Black Cat attire that consisted of a black spandex suit with the matching mask covering your eyes, along with the realistic long silver wig.

You were somewhat unrecognizable, but it wasn't like anyone from your personal life was gonna be robbing banks or jewelry stores. There'd be no reason for anyone in your life to see you when you were doing Black Cat activities.

And with no one to stop you, you were golden. Or were you?

I quickly turned off the security system in the jewelry store from the alley right next to it, I grabbed my bag of goodies and I hid my special tablet behind some trash before quickly going inside by the side door. It was vacant, as expected.

I went to the back of the store and look at the cases with the newest necklaces and rings embedded with shiny diamonds. I trail a finger along the glass and look down at the casing filled with only diamond rings.

I walked along the back of the store, looking at everything, the shiniest of rings and earrings until I spotted the most gorgeous necklace.

Filled with diamonds shaped like flower petals all along the neckline with a leaf shape hanging down with more diamonds around the shape, with a red ruby sitting perfectly right in the middle of it. My eyes flicker with admiration and want, I needed it.

I take my bag off from my shoulder and place it on the floor quickly opening it to grab something to open it. Then I stop and stand up walking to the back of the case and scoff. The key.

What kind of dumbasses leave the fucking key out?

I shrug and roll my eyes unlocking the little door and take the necklace out carefully. No alarm.

Odd but I'm not gonna question it.

I close the case and walk back to my bag and stuff it in one of its pockets then zip it up. I pick it up putting the strap back on my shoulder and walk around the store, stopping when something caught my eye.

I walk over to it and chuckle. How ironic... a gold necklace with a cat hanging out and yet another red ruby being held by it's little collar.

How could I not?

I grab a small tool with a pointy end and walk to the back of the counter. I kneel down and quickly unlock the little door and in just a few seconds it clicks open. I slide the door open and grab the necklace admiring the pretty ruby.

I stand up and grab a few other pieces then walk around the counter and back to my bag. I put them all in another pocket carefully then close it shut.

I wrap my bag around my shoulders and head towards the side door, not really wanting anything else. I open the door and close it quietly before making my way to pick up my tablet from where I left it.

Sure enough it was there and I quickly turned the security system back on before climbing on top of the roof.

I walk along the edge of the roof looking at the view, admiring all the buildings and the glowing moon right above them. I jumped off roof to roof for about half an hour, staring out, as I make my way home.

I was hopping off rooftops while admiring the moonlight and feeling the nice cold breeze. I was one block away from my apartment building when I heard a loud thump behind me. I quickly withdraw my claws and turn around, ready to pounce but I look up and see a huge man in front of me, in some kind of superhero suit? "And who might you be?" I ask, looking at the mysterious man up and down. Damn....

"That doesn't concern you." He snarls and I lift my hands up in fake defense.

"Okay sensitive-" I say and snicker.

"Shut up-"

"Okay well if it doesn't concern me then I'll just be on my way." I say and turn to walk away but his hand quickly grips my shoulder and turns me back around.

His hand then went to my back and some talons appeared out of his arms and he brought one up to my neck. I raised an eyebrow and chuckle, "ah so that's how this is gonna be...."

He's about to say something when I quickly shove him off me and lift my knee up to his crotch, hitting him hard, he groans and his grip on me loosened giving me a chance to quickly escape. I push him off me and make a run for it, jumping onto the next roof while he curses under his breath before I soon heard him land on the same rooftop, but I was about to jump to the next one already.

"Shit-" I curse under my breath and run as fast as I could and jump on the absolute last bit of every rooftop.

Suddenly I feel something wrap around my body, I look down, widening my eyes looking at some kind of red rope and the stranger pulling it making me step towards him. I groan and roll my eyes, "this isn't very nice y'know..."

"Good, it's not meant to be." He mutters walking to me and quickly grabs the straps of my bag, slipping it off my shoulders making me growl.

"Don't-"

"Cute, you think you can tell me what to do." He says, his tone cocky. The nerve.

I shut my eyes and slowly cut through a piece of the rope with my claws, I did it as slowly as I can to not alert him in anyway, let him have his little victory before I snatch my things back and go home. "So who are you?" I ask, annoyed and wanting to fill the silence.

He unzips my bag in front of me and takes out the flower petal diamond necklace first, I bite my lip and roll my eyes. Oh how badly I wanted to just claw my way out of this-

But no, not yet..

"Ah so the little cat likes diamonds huh?" He tuts making me smirk.

"Only girl's best friend." I say and pout, "and you're still gonna take 'em away from me?"

"'Course," he starts then grins, "don't think you can play me with your little games and antics, kitty I'm not gonna fall for it." He says looking at me sternly.

I smirk and shrug, "Every man has his own weak point."

He scoffs and shakes his head, "You're unbelievable."

"Unbelievably irresistible?" I say in a soft voice making him chuckle.

"You just don't stop do you?" He mutters and looks at what else is in my bag.

He pulls out my tablet and I bite my lip, cutting through another piece of rope. He holds it up to me and I just smile, "find anything you like?"

He shakes his head in disbelief and mutters something unintelligible and I just flutter my lashes at him, just gotta keep him distracted for as long as I can.

He's definitely not a cop, some kind of superhero? Like those corny movies? I shake my thoughts away and cut through another piece.

Just a few more and I'll be able to wiggle out...

"So stranger you're not gonna introduce yourself? Don't you have any manners?" I tease and smirk when he rolls his eyes.

He sighs and puts everything back where he found it, zipping every pocket and swings the straps over his shoulder. My eyes make their way to my bag but then land on his body. Jesus his biceps- broad shoulders- holy fuck the way he'd look so good on top-

"Spiderman." He says abruptly interrupting my thoughts.

"What?" I say and blink, confused.

"Names Spiderman." He says and I chuckle.

"I'm sorry-" I say and laugh, "like a tarantula spider?" I ask and he nods.

"What were you bit by a spider?" I joke and laugh.

He shakes his head and smirks through his mask. Hmm wonder what he looks like-

"I wasn't but others were." He says nonchalantly and I just raise an eyebrow.

"Okay... well that's... something." I say still confused and shrug.

My claws cut through another two pieces and I sigh, "well Spiderman, it was nice meeting you but I really gotta head home."

He raises an eyebrow at me and with a singular pull on the ropes they all fell to the floor, he looked at me mouth agape and shocked. "Would really love to stay and chat but I'm not really in the mood to seduce my way out tonight." I say casually and shrug.

I withdraw my own talons pointing it to his chest only lightly grazing his suit, and quickly take my bag off him and wrap it across my shoulder. I trace along his collarbone slowly while staring at his masked eyes, "but maybe we can do that in the future." I whisper giving him a wink, before quickly running to the edge and jump off the roof.

I landed on a set of stairs of the random apartment building we were on top of, I quickly hop off the side of them and slide down a pipe before sprinting down the alley and running towards my apartment.

I somehow made it without being followed, I made it to side of the building since it was on a corner. I unzipped my bag and took out a jacket before quickly putting it on and zipping it up. I take off my mask and stuff it in my pocket then grab my keys and go through the front door.

I walk towards the elevator and press the button and it immediately opens up. I walk in and press the button to my floor and it moves up. I sigh and lean against the wall, and not a single scratch on me.

It dinged and I quickly walk out and turn to the right, walking towards my apartment. I unlock the door, walking in and place the bag on the floor carefully before closing the door and putting the two locks on them. Another successful robbery.

And thus the Black Cat finally had someone worthy of being able to capture her. Sure it wasn't completely successful on Spiderman's behalf but it was the closest anyone has even gotten.

That robbery wasn't your first of almost getting caught, if anything it was the start of a long lasting game of cat and mouse.

Sometimes he'd go easy on you. Sometimes you wouldn't try so hard to escape. But every time, both of you would keep your interactions going for as long as you could, not getting enough of each other.

Both feeling the upmost attraction to one another but Spiderman doesn't want to fall into temptation while Black Cat continues to press on.

The thrill of it all being almost too much for both parties, but neither could help but want to continue this back and forth game.

Will Black Cat continue to press on or give up?

Will Spiderman stay strong or fall into his deepest desires?

"Spider! So glad you could make it tonight!" I say enthusiastically looking up at my new favorite person to stumble upon when I'm out stealing.

"Well I can't just let you steal more now can I, kitty?" He says looking down at me.

I bite my lip and can't help but admire his body again, like I do every time. just completely ignoring what he said. "You look good Spidey, have you been working out recently?" I ask as I place my bag down on the floor of the roof we were on.

"Maybe a bit." He says and gets off the edge of the roof and steps in front of me, still holding my gaze.

"Getting prettier kitty?" He says taking another step closer to me as I smile.

"Just for you." I whisper and quickly wrapping my arms behind his neck and lean up.

I felt his breath on my lips as I looked into his masked eyes, curiosity getting the best of me as I bring a hand to his neck and grabbing on the end of his mask slowly bringing it up. He instantly brings a hand up to stop me but I swat him away and only bring the mask above his lips.

Such pretty pink plump lips.

I let my thumb lightly graze his bottom lip, I feel it shake a little making me grin. "You could just give in y'know." I whisper and move my hand to go down and trail along his shoulder.

He chuckles and shakes his head, "you know I can't."

"But we both know you want to." I murmur and move my head to look at his neck.

I leave the smallest of soft and open-mouthed kisses I can give as I feel his breathing speed up and his hands going back to grip my waist. I go up and lightly nibble on his earlobe making him moan and tilt his head back. I pull away and go back down to his neck, leaving wet kisses along his warm skin before I find the perfect spot to suck on.

I suck gently on his skin then let my tongue graze against his skin then leave a kiss on the new bruise. He lets out a moan and I feel him grip my waist a bit harder making me giggle. "Can't even deny it, can you Spidey?" I tease and he shakes his head no.

I leave kisses all along his neck then up his throat and against his Adam's apple, I felt the vibration of a groan against my mouth making me shiver with pure excitement as I squeezed my thighs together. "You know I can't kitty." He purrs making me bite my lip.

I pull away from him and he brings a hand up from my waist and takes off the rest of his mask. I widen my eyes but before I could properly admire him, he smashed our lips together in a very hungry kiss.

I kiss him back with the same intensity, my hands going up to his hair as his went down to my waist, bringing me as close to him as possible. I tug on his hair making him groan so I slide my tongue in ready to explore every inch but I soon felt his tongue on mine.

I felt my breathing getting unsteady quickly and felt butterflies all over my skin as the kiss was growing more passionate. I let him slide his tongue into my mouth when I felt a hard smack against my ass making me moan. His movements become more frantic and fast, I felt both of his hands squeezing and spanking my ass making me whimper against his mouth.

He pulls away since we were both starting to lose our breath, I try to calm myself down as he continued smacking my ass, surely making it red under my spandex. "You're so pretty." He murmurs and moves his head down to kiss my neck gently.

I let out a shaky breath and feel my eyes flutter as I tilt my head back to give him more access. "So pretty." He murmurs against my skin making me moan and squeeze my thighs.

"I need you-" he purrs, moving his hand to my inner thigh.

"Then have me." I breathe out and he groans.

He reached for the zipper by my neck and slowly brings it down. It goes down my chest as he continues dragging it down and stops at my stomach. He looks up and moans as I take my arms out of the suit, revealing my bare tits to him. His hands immediately went to squeeze them not having a care in the world that we were out in public on a random roof of a building.

He squeezed them both at the same time then started pinching both nipples making me yelp because he did it too hard so fast, he muttered a quick apology before he goes down and takes turns sucking on each sensitive nub. My hands went up to his hair as his were pulling the rest of my suit down, "eager are we?" I tease before letting out a moan as he reached down to rub to my covered pussy.

"You can't blame me," he mutters then pulls away and going down to his knees, "it's not my fault you look this fucking good." He says leaving the smallest of kisses on my inner thighs.

I let out a shaky breath and move back to lean against a pole, he scoots forward and leaves a kiss right over my clothed clit. "Spider-"

He hums as his hands slide up and quickly brings my panties down. He gets them off my legs and spreads my legs, gently blowing air along my now exposed pussy. He moans as he brings two fingers and gently rubs along my folds, my slickness enveloping them. "God you're so fucking wet for me baby." He mutters under his breath and I feel my legs shake.

I nod and bite my lip, taking the sight below me in awe. He looked so fucking good.

"Might just have to take you like this baby..." he murmurs before his mouth finally makes contact with my pussy.

"Oh fuck-" I moan and bring my hand down to grip his curls.

He starts devouring it as if it were his last meal and with one finger teasing my entrance making me buck my hips around his face. "Please-" I whimper and slowly move my hips.

He moans against me making me let out a whine because of how delicious the vibration felt and I feel his finger slip in, and slowly make its way inside. My walls clenching against his finger as he quickly shoved it then back out and back in again.

He repeated this a few times and right when I was going to complain when he slowed down, he added another finger and actually started fucking me right.

The only thing being heard on the rooftop being my moans and the sounds that were coming from between my legs, everything else was silent. And thank god for that.

He pumps them inside at a faster pace and curls his fingers up making sure to hit that spot oh so perfectly. "Fuck- just like that Spider-" I moan out, leaning my head back.

"So fucking dirty-" he mumbles not stopping his pace.

"Huh letting me do this to you out in public kitty? Don't even care if we get caught? You like this don't you?" He murmurs and I bite my lip, nodding as he looks up at me.

"Look at me and tell me how much you love it." He demands, going deeper making me a moaning mess above him.

I look down and lock my gaze to his eyes, "I love it so much- fuck! F-feels so good." I whimper and lean back on to the pole.

"That's a good girl." He purrs and I feel myself clench against him, holy fuck- 

He then leans in and starts sucking on my clit hungrily as he continues fucking me. I move my hips against his face and clasp my hand over my mouth feeling my orgasm quickly approaching. "S-Spider-"

Instead of responding he adds a third finger, fucking me deeper as all my arousal spills out. My legs began shaking and I tried to pull away but he quickly wrapped his other arm around me making me stay still. I move my hand away from my mouth and just let out bundles of cries as my orgasm hits.

He slowed down and kept fucking me letting me ride out my high while leaving me absolutely breathless. My heart was beating fast and my breathing was hard, I was trying my hardest to calm myself down but it just felt so good.

He finally stopped moving his fingers and just let them deep inside me, only slowly pulling them out. He pulls away from my soaked clit and looks up at me with a smile, my juices glistening on his lips and dribbling down his chin.

I chuckle and give him a lazy smile as he finally pulls his fingers out, I instantly feel more of my juices come out and I squeeze my thighs together. Can't just leak all over this roof....

I finally feel my breathing being steady and widen at the sight of him sucking on his fingers, having a taste of me. I roll my eyes back and moan, he looked so fucking good.

He slips his fingers out and gets up from his knees, standing up in front of me, "You taste fucking amazing kitty." He groans and I immediately pull him in for a kiss.

He moans against my mouth as I get a taste of myself as well, surprisingly sweet. I let him slide his tongue into my mouth as I have a hand travel down to his hard bulge.

I lightly rub it as I kiss him back hungrily and only start stroking it when he moans in my mouth. I pull away and grin, lips trailing down his mouth, to his chin, jaw, then neck. I kiss around his neck then suck on the soft skin before licking it gently.

I continue stroking him through his suit and the moans escaping his lips were just so delicious to my ears while I kept leaving marks on his neck. "You gotta get rid of this suit Spider." I murmur and he moans in agreement.

He pulls away from me and taps the back of his neck and suddenly the bottom half of his suit disintegrated revealing his thick and long cock spring up against his stomach. I bite my lip and without a second thought drop down to my knees.

I immediately take hold of it and start licking the precum off the tip, making sure to get every last drop. I don't waste anymore time and take him into my mouth, trying to take as much of him as I can. Only able to take half at first and already gagging had me thinking of how this would be a tight fit.

He was going to make me feel so tight as if it were the first time all over again but maybe he'd fit to perfect and fuck me so good. I felt drool drip down my chin and I realized I was taking more of him now.

I pulled out and look up at him with innocent eyes before sticking my tongue out and slap the tip on it. He groans and takes hold of my ponytail, leading me back to taking him.

I moan as he takes control and slowly thrusts his hips into my face, making me more and more wet. I closed my eyes and moved my head as well now taking him all the way that his trimmed hairs lightly tickled my nose. "Just like that- fuck just like kitty." He moans out and thrusts again making me gag.

He pulled on my hair and made me go back to his tip then thrusted his hips forward, then back until he decided to just start fucking my face. I let it happen and just look up at him all teary eyed as my throat was getting fucked.

Suddenly he pulls away and grabs my arm making me stand up with him. He wipes the drool off the side of my cheeks and then flips me over and bends me making me take hold of the pole.

He makes me arch my back and stick my ass out when I feel him position himself to my entrance. He moved his tip up and down my folds even to my clit then down to my aching hole then needed to be filled up again.

As if hearing my thoughts he slowly pushed himself inside making me immediately clench against his tip and having us both moan. He already felt so big and he was only barely inside...

I took a deep breath in then let it out and he takes hold of my hips as I grip on to the pole tightly. He pushes himself in and I could only guess it was about halfway before he slammed the rest in. "Fuck!!!" I cry out and move my ass against him earning myself a hard smack.

"You're so fucking tight." He groans and rubs my skin as he pulls back then slams himself into me again.

I moan and lean my head against the pole as he slowly starts to fuck me. After a few slow thrusts and he notices I've gotten comfortable and use to his size he finally starts going faster.

I bit my lip hard really trying to stay as quiet as I can, almost feeling bad if we wake anyone up but also the thought going away immediately when I feel a hand against my throat. I breathe in and quickly regret it for obvious reasons even though his grip wasn't too tight.

He then forces my throat back, making me stand up straight as he fucks me harder. I roll my eyes back and against his hard chest, his hand still wrapped around my throat as I forcibly hold back moans as he pounds into me. "God this pussy feels so good." He moans making me breathe out and hold on to his arm wanting a release.

He groans and fucks me even harder, his grip on my throat now being slightly tighter. A combination of a mewl and a cry escape my lips making him chuckle as he brings his lips to my ear, gently nibbling on it.

His lips then went down to the side of my neck and his other hand around my waist. His hand then trailed down to my stomach and he pressed it above my belly button making me clench.

He lets out of my throat and I let out cries as he continues pressing on my stomach, it feeling unbearably strange but good. "Fuck!! Spider- fuck- feels s-so- g-good." I choke out and he grunts.

"You're taking me so well baby- fuck- feel that? Mmm feel how much you're taking right now?" He moans into my ear running a shiver down my spine.

He brings his hand down to my waist while the other stayed where he was buried deep inside me. I'd never felt this before and it just felt so good. Also had me noticing how I was able to take all of him at once.

"Please- fuck me harder- deeper please." I moan out and he groans.

He does just that and slams his hips into mine making me cry out and hold on to his arms. "Fuck-"

I felt the all too familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach as he continued ramming into me earning all kinds of noises leaving my mouth. "I'm so close-"

He holds onto me tighter and just this size difference alone might've thrown me over the edge if I really thought about it considering how huge he was compared to me.  "Let go baby. I wanna feel you cum around me." He murmurs and I nod.

With one final deep thrust my orgasm hit hard and i felt my legs almost give up but I was held tightly and didn't worry about falling. I felt my body shake as he shot his cum deep inside me and I could hear his moans in my ear.

I leaned my head against his chest and I felt his chin on top of my head, and I think he kissed it? I wasn't sure if I felt that right but I was too fucked out to question it.

He slowly pulls out and I could have swore I felt him twitch inside me as he was pulling out. Finally I felt his tip pop out and I instantly feel my pussy gush out all his cum. I chuckle and look down as it spills to the floor, guess it was gonna leak anyway...

"You took me so well kitty." He purrs into my ear and I grin turning my head to look at him.

"You fucked me so well spider," I murmur looking deeply into his eyes, "even better than I'd have ever imagined." I whisper and he crashes his lips onto mine.

I kiss back and turn my body to face him as his hands explore my body while mine go behind his neck. "We've gotten so this more often." I murmur against his mouth and he just nods.

"Absolutely." He mutters and smacks my ass.

[spdrvyn]

i love my husband — miguel o'hara drabble

fluff. heavy inspo on this video.

sorry for the inactivity and the lazy ass title, exam week came around before i could even start on the next request and i did nothing but relax the entire break (which was only FOUR days) so i'll bring this out and see if i can clear my sched enough to actually do shit. enjoy!

the moonlit sky reflects beautifully onto the shining surface of your mug, filled to the brim of chamomile tea and flooding your nostrils with delight as your body melts into the couch.

work kept you on the edge of your seat for the entire week, it was non-stop meetings and non-stop emergency calls even outside of your working hours that had you so stressed. you were sure you'd picked enough hairs out to make a wig.

the weekend is truly a blessing, you want to stay as far away as humanly possible from your phone and shut yourself out from civilization before you come protector of debra's last minute files.

you missed the soft cotton of your pajamas, not like you haven't worn them in the past couple of days but to actually be able to appreciate what it means to wear them and the greeting of a good night's sleep had you sighing and moaning almost a little too much.

you worked hard, you definitely deserved this. you grab a spare pillow and tuck it under your head turning to the side and looking at the city that surrounded you, your patience and tenacity at the office has now been rewarded with the view you're able to appreciate.

however, the shadow that looms over the carpeted floors of your flat don't go away even after rubbing your eyes. you look up and a faint red glow in the symbol of a very familiar spider catches your eye immediately, you smile lazily through the glass.

miguel slides open the door with no hesitation, cape still drifting in the wind from what you can only assume to be his own previous working activities. you can sense the tension wafting off of him like waves especially as he stomps all the way over to where you are on the couch and looks down at you.

his mask isn't off, he's still fully geared, and all you can do is stare back into those lenses.

that is until he surrenders, body giving up, and his body flops right on top of yours. it doesn't really surprise you, there have been times where miguel has come home after a worse day of saving the multiverse and traps you in a hug before you can protest or move. though you've never really seen him do this before.

he adjusts his position, but still keeps his arms tightly wrapped around you as you move as well so that you're holding him back. his face is buried into the crook of your neck and the feeling of his nose tickling your skin tells you that he unmasked already.

not a single word leaves his mouth, you silently adore the way he's melted into you already, the way the muscles on his back rise only to slowly fall again.

you don't want to break the silence, neither of you do. right now, the only form of communication that matters is touch. your lips burning kisses into his curls, your nose now erasing whatever of your tea was left and making the way for miguel.

he shies away from your touch with a small groan, "i stink."

a giggle threatens to break out from the back of your throat, as many times as he would insist that you'd keep going anyway. "so when you do it, it's fine? i see how it is then."

miguel chuckles, he inches himself into you further. deeper. his breaths become less and less shallow, it's clear that he's taking his fair share of sniffs from you as well. "because you smell good."

"i ran a bath, that's why." one last peck to his head and you opt to just comb his hair instead, running your fingers through the strands and observing as they twist back to curl after brushing it some more.

both of you stay like that for a while, not saying anything, not doing anything, just being here. existing with each other. you always find moments like these beautiful, even when miguel is probably one work call away from shaking hands with the grim reaper.

in miguel, you've found yourself open to so many new experiences and risks you could've never imagined on your own. despite the many amount of times at the start of your relationship that he'd give you space and wouldn't be mad if you left, you kept still by his side anyway. you knew that he was worth it.

in you, miguel found that mundanity that he's never had his whole life. passing out on the sofa on his own never felt the same, most times he'd wake up still in his suit and would have to go to work right after anyway. yet with you, the stress ebbed away over time because he knew that you'd always be waiting for him.

whatever historians had with their relics, miguel had with you. not to keep them confined in a metal case, of course not, but he felt as if you were to be revered. kissed and touched with utmost respect and you'd bring the people their good fortunes and long lives. you certainly did for him and miguel might as well be immortal now.

his hands wander, fingertips delicately grazing over the skin tucked beneath your nightwear. he goes slowly, traveling up to your chest where he—

"miguel?"

his hands freeze, face going red. the guilt of possibly going too far is ready to break free from his heart and consume him until he can feel your body trembling with laughter.

"since you apparently stink so bad, shouldn't you shower first before getting so handsy?" miguel pouts at your comment, he already had the apologies locked and loaded for you.

"just a few more minutes, corazón."

[thissharktypes]

Can u do a wolf!Klaus mikaelson x reader. Sex

They are in a relationship.

They have done this before .

Contains- jealous sex, angry sex , in wolf form spanking , hair pulling, choking, bj .

Spanking and bj in human his human form.

Not comfortable,do not do it .

No pressure

NSFW

//as I said in my pinned requesting post, I don’t do any human x creature smut content unless there is a way to consent or communicate. Since Klaus does fully turn into a wolf in the series it's not possible for him to do either so I did the best I could, I hope you like it! :).//

Gender not specified, written as neutral as I could

“Oh my GOD!” you shout, slamming the door open “I can’t keep doing this with you!” your boyfriend glares at the back of your head “Do what darling?” he replies angrily “Allow men to fawn over you in front of me?” you bang your forehead against the wall, trying to keep your calm “He literally just said he liked my nail polish.” you turn to face him “Klaus, you wig out anytime anyone even breathes the same air as me, It’s not healthy.” his jaw tightens and he refuses to make eye contact “Nobody else deserves to look at you let alone speak to you.” your eyes roll back so hard you swear you pull a muscle “I appreciate how much you love me, I really do,” you cup his face and he practically melts into you “But you have to admit, almost stabbing someone with a fork because they liked my nails is a bit too much.” he growls, his hands sliding around your waist “Nothing is too much, You’re mine.” his eyes darken and your breath hitches “Klaus, you can’t just fuck me until I’m not upset.” he smirks “Want to bet, love?”

You blink and your back is pressed to the wall, his lips pressing against every exposed bit of skin he could find. Your back arches as he fists your hair, pulling your head to the side, hardly biting and sucking on your throat, leaving purple and red marks behind “I’ll cover you in marks if I have to, make sure everyone can see who you belong to.” you whimper, nodding “So obedient all the sudden.” Klaus whispers teasingly “I will claim you on every surface in the house until the only thought you have is of me.”. Everything is a blur of lust, your legs wrapped around his waist, one of his hands tightly gripping your throat the other wrapped around your thigh, keeping you firmly in place as he grinds against you. 

You yank your shirt over your head, desperate for your boyfriend to mark more of your skin. He doesn’t even bother to unbutton your pants, just ripping them in half, leaving a pile of shredded clothing at your feet. He thumbs open his own button, the zipper sliding down on its own from the presser of his hardened cock behind it “Please,” you beg, rutting your hips against him “Want you inside.” you can barely choke out a full sentence, your head swimming with need. He obliges, his tip brushing against you teasingly “Who do you belong to love?” he growls into your ear “You, Klaus, Only you.” he slams into you, bottoming out in the first thrust, the delicious slice of pain making your back arch. He changes positions, now having you pressed under him on the floor, his hips snapping into yours.

Klaus relishes in the pretty little noises he pulls from you, but he wants more. Again, he shifts your body, moving you to your knees, your ass pressed against his hips “Look at that, so beautiful.” his hand comes down on your cheek sharply, feelinging you tighten around him as you yelp, a red handprint already blossoming on your skin.

He pulls you up, back to his chest, hand clamped firmly around your throat, fucking into you with all the pent up frustration from earlier “Yes! Don’t stop!” another slap against your ass sends you reeling, your nails digging into his thigh “Don’t you dare cum without permission.” you whine at his words, knowing he’ll string you along until you could barely hold on. His hands continue their abuse on your cheeks and throat, surely leaving handprints on both. Klaus continues his bruising pace, your stomach clenching  “Please…” you sound downright pathetic “Taking me so well, absolutely perfect,” he nips at your earlobe and you jerk slightly, your legs shaking violently “Cum for me.” you do, going completely limp in his arms as he slowly pulls out “Tsk, not tapping out already are we?” you shake your head, weakly shifting to face him, he grips your jaw “Open.” your lips part and he grins. Klaus takes a handful of your hair and leads you to his cock, your tongue tracing the soft veins.

His grip tightens and he slides into your mouth, watching as your eyes water “You look so beautiful choking on me.” His voice is soft as he swipes his thumb across your cheek, the moment of sweetness quickly passes as he grinds into your mouth, tipping his head back in pleasure. Your scalp stings as he assaults your throat, cheeks flushed with arousal as you look up at your lover, his eyebrows furrowed and his lip taken between his teeth. His hips stutter and his hands yank harder on your hair as his seed fills your mouth. You pull away, both of you panting. “I love you.” he says and presses a kiss to your forehead. He combs through your hair, undoing any tangles he caused before picking you up and carrying you towards your shared bedroom.

[harrywavycurly]

Eddie’s Wish Part 2: How’d You Get in Here?

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Eddie lets out a groan as he falls backwards onto his bed, the activities of the day causing him to feel particularly exhausted so he closes his eyes as his hands go behind his head. You smile as you quietly take a seat next to him at the end of his bed and place your hand on his knee ever so gently. Eddie thinks he’s just imagining the feeling of a hand on his leg so he just lets out a sigh as he begins to relax.

“You know one day you won’t be able to work on cars for ten hours straight…it’s horrible on your body.” Eddie’s eyes snap open as you give his knee a little squeeze before he quickly sits up and turns his head so he’s staring at you with wide eyes. “Why are you always looking at me like that? Aren’t we past the shocked stage of all this? It’s been two days.” You drop your hand from his knee as he stands up and heads for his bedroom door checking to make sure he locked it when he came in earlier.

“How did you even get in here? Why are you here?” His eyebrow is raised as he looks from the door back to you making you roll your eyes as you stand up.

“I’m here because you seemed upset or…maybe tired I’m not sure I just know you’re not happy so ta da…I’m here! Also I just…showed up. I didn’t want to open the door considering you’re the only one who can see me right now…I didn’t want Wayne thinking your house is super haunted or something.” Eddie just continues to stare at you making you let out a frustrated groan as you walk across his room and grab his door handle instantly making it unlock as you swing his bedroom door open and then slam it closed. “Better?” Eddie just takes a step backwards with his hands in the air.

“I get it geeze…no need for the dramatics….you can sense that I’m not happy? That’s…odd…uh so you said you appeared out of thin air so Wayne doesn’t think my house is super haunted? Does that mean…it’s kinda haunted?” You look around his room and stop when your eyes land on the doors to his closet.

“I wouldn’t go in your closet past midnight but yeah other than that…it’s normal.” You explain while you go back to your spot on the end of his bed. Eddie looks at his closet doors and then back at you with a look that you know means he wants more of an explanation. “You have evil dust bunnies.” You add as you close your eyes as you lay down on the bed and place your hands on your stomach in an attempt to get comfortable, the lumps in the mattress making it nearly impossible. “Where’s Mr. Wig-”

“How the fuck do you know about him?” You don’t even need to open your eyes to know Eddie is glaring at you, it’s the harshness of his tone that tells you everything you need to know.

“You think I just happen to know everything about you…from the weirdly shaped birthmark on your lower back and exactly how long it took to potty train you…three weeks and four days…which from what I can tell is normal-ish…but you assume I don’t know about Mr. Wiggles the stuffed turtle that you’ve had since you were five?” Your eyes are still closed as you slowly reach over and slide your hand underneath one of Eddie’s pillows, you feel around and smile when your hand comes in contact with something soft.

“Don’t touch him with your…weird imaginary hands.” You open your eyes as you feel the stuffed turtle being ripped out of your grasp. “Also how’d you learn all this about me? Did they just plug a thumb drive into your brain that has all my deep dark…personal information?” You laugh at the thought of someone plugging something into your brain, because of course Eddie assumes you’re a robot something you know stems from the fact he recently discovered the Terminator movies.

“No Edward I wasn’t just plugged into a computer so I can download all your nitty gritty freaky information okay? I just…know it…as soon as I got assigned to you I just…instantly knew everything about you so you’d feel…understood by someone.” You try your best to explain it to him but honestly you’re not even fully sure how it all works, you just know three days ago you got told his name and location and now you’re here and know everything there is to know about him.

“So…uh you said you’d be with me until I die…are you always going to look…like that?” You sit up so you can rise an eyebrow at him as his eyes not so subtlety look you up and down.

“What’s wrong with how I look? I think I blend in just fine in…uhm…Harkins? No…that’s not it…oh oh Hawkins? That can’t be it…what kinda weird name is that for a town…anyway I think I look good so if you have an issue you’ll just have to exchange me.” Eddie watches in amusement as you half talk to yourself and half talk to him. But when you’re done and look at him with a slight glare he knows you’re serious about not wanting to change how you look.

“It’s Hawkins and that’s not what I meant I…mean are you always going to look like a twenty something while I’m over here getting older?” You know he’s nervous about asking the question, the way he’s biting his bottom lip and the hand that isn’t holding Mr. Wiggles is rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Oh that’s up to you….if you don’t want me to age then you just have to tell me and I’ll stay this way forever…it’ll be creepy and you’ll totally look like a perv…but if it’s what you want then it’s..fine.” Eddie’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you stand up and walk over to him. “That’s still only if you decide to keep me.” You take Mr. Wiggles from him and gently place him on top of Eddie’s pillow.

“Yeah about that…if I did…want to exchange you what’s the protocol? If I’m not happy with your replacement can I just get you back?” You know he’s just asking questions to help get a better understanding of how this whole thing works but you can tell by the way his voice went slightly higher when he mentioned getting you back that this was another question he was a little nervous to ask.

“Well to exchange me it’s super easy you just say…I don’t want you…but once I’m gone I’m gone you can’t just ask for me back because I’ll already be with someone else…we do try our best to have a very quick turnaround time from the time the wish was made to when someone actually shows up…I also won’t remember you…at all.” You turn so you’re facing him and you instantly feel your eyebrows furrow as you see a look of almost pain take over his face.

“What-”

“Shut up and come here.” Before he can put up any kind of fight you’re wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him into a tight hug. “You don’t have to worry Eddie…even if it’s not me you’ll still have someone who understands you.” Eddie doesn’t say anything as he slowly lets his arms wrap around your middle. “I know that’s all you really want.” Eddie feels himself relax as you give him a little reassuring squeeze, you know this is a lot for him still but you also know he’s slowly starting to let his guard down because you’re exactly what he wished for he just doesn’t know how to accept it quite yet.

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✩ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔. mister mysterious benefactor.

CONTEXT. you're working your side-side gig, and manage to capture the attention of the biggest wig there. headcanons, drabble @ the end.

CONTENT. NSFW! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. inappropriate workplace conduct. public groping. non-consensual touching/harassment. reader is not into it at first, non/dub-con to con. rough sex, degradation, power imbalances. m aster/servant kink. spanking. toy usage.

you're a server at a party right? you're hired for this two-bit gig and it's alright or whatever! you got your drinks nicely arranged on one tray and snacks in the other and you're up down and around, doing your job as you should.

it's supposed to be a classy joint, and the people that hired you were willing to pay a pretty penny because the other server called out last minute!! so you're moseying with all these big wigs and everything is going very very swell.

one of the guys in the three piece suit says his name is suguru. he’s curious about more than the drinks in your hand or the appetizers in the other. he actually asks you for your name after he introduces himself, and in the moment there’s little foot traffic, he’s ushering you towards a couch so expensive that it probably could pay off your mortgage. if you had one, anyway.

he’s curious about you, which contrasts with your customer service submission - used to entertaining boring conversations about spreadsheets, you’re caught off guard by his forwardness - fumble your usual lines until you realize only real answers will work on him. so you try.

you're chatting politely with him for a bit, and unlike other customers he seems really interested in holding your attention! which wouldn't be a problem - if you didn't have a job to do. so you pull away.

suguru: oh? and i thought you liked my company?

he sounds offended, tone of voice managing to catch you off guard. you pause.

you: i do sir, but there's other guests i have to tend to, uh , sir.

he smiles a little but it feels insincere. you stand to leave, but he stops you.

you: uh, sir?

suguru's hand slides down your back, down your spine, towards your ass, until he's really sinking his fingers into your cheeks. a real hearty grope, in front of all these people at this dinner party.  n’ it makes you whimper, your face burns as embarrassment edges your eyes, you don't know if you should cry or yell or just sit there and take it - because his other hand holds your hip so you’re as still as possible for him.

pulls you more onto his lap, just fondles you until he's feeling bold enough to dip a finger into your waistband. and people are looking.

they are looking at you and whispering about you and your head feels numb and hands more than a little sweaty,

hes grinding against you, but doesn't take it further than that. just enough to get a feel for your body, he says,

and when he lets you stand, he spanks your ass loud enough you feel like the whole room heard it. you’re not crying yet but you definitely will be in the bathroom 3 minutes from then!

once you make yourself look presentable, the host finds you and apologizes profusely for the behavior of their ‘guests’. when you get specific, and mention suguru by name, your boss suddenly looks bashful - as if they have nothing to offer but condolences. apparently suguru’s the guy they can’t make shit stick to.

you notice him, when you end up leaving early, just staring at you from that golden couch, a smile on his face like ‘we oughta do this again.’ 

he sends a shiver up your spine and you turn away, ignoring how you can feel his gaze sliding down your spine.

he’d proposition you later, getting in contact with the host to fork over your number. he'd offer you money first, he thinks you ‘look poor’, have casual conversational skills like commoners! someone like you couldn’t dream of getting your hands on that much bread in a lifetime. lucky thing, you don’t have to put in the work, like he did. just come to bed with him! it'll be more fun than someone like you could ever have!

after he humiliated you publically? you don't exactly jump into his arms to sleep with him! but he has other ways of convincing you:

an offer so ridiculous you literally would hate yourself for refusing, like we’re talking enough money to keep the lights on long past your expiration date - so much dough that you read the zero’s on the check and getou has to pick your jaw up off the floor for you.

you say you’ll have to mull it over, and spend the better part of the week rationalizing working for this weirdo.

it’s... it’s just sex right? 

he's not ugly or anything. could even be handsome if you squint. ..  older? sure. a creep? sure. but he's not .... terrible.... you guess? maybe if you squint? he's just really persistent …

but what’s the alternative? no bag? working menial temp jobs and coming home worse for wear?

on the 7th day of the week, you agree.

satoru with a master / servant kink? stop him right now!

maybe it was wrong for you to have assumed you'd be doing a job similar to the one he scouted you from. in the sense that a modicum of professionalism is required - because from jump, there is no semblance of normal and the ball lives in getou's court.

you arrive donning your butler get-up. nicely pressed button up shirt, with your smart black slack, sleek dress shoes; all in all, prepared for a day of busting your ass and appeasing guests.

getou barely even looks at you before he's sucking his teeth and digging into his closet for your 'proper attire.'

it is not practical for your skirt to be so short or your top so low cut and tight! you look (and feel) like a whore trying to bend over and dust whatever suguru told you to, and because he insisted you shouldn't be wearing underwear under his employ, he has a nice view of your cute hole and easy access to it, too.

he likes asking for the impossible just so he has an excuse to resort to 'disciplinary' actions. you've never been reprimanded on a job before - so imagine your surprise when it's less like a telling off, and more like corporal punishment.

he likes spanking a lot. he has a flog, a paddle, his hand (and he never, ever forgets to put his rings on.)

and sensory deprivation ? sometimes he'll tie you to his bed, blindfold and gag you. you only hear how softly he can whisper into your ear while testing new toys on you. he likes vibrators, prefers beads or balls or anything that makes you sweat a little. he doesn't bother with dildos, the only dick you're fucking and sucking is his.

speaking of - suguru fucks so mean ; ( hes the worst...

he is good with foreplay but it's like your mind is never prepared for the way he gets you all comfortable just to ruin you after. Suguru can be rough but he likes to wait until you're begging for it, grabbing for his cock with no self control , spreading and raising your legs like you can handle all of what he wants to give you. he fucks deep and hard and you've accumulated these bruises on your ass and hips just from how rough he thrusts into you each time, n' his grip tightening on you - he prefers taking you from behind, whether it be with you on your knees and he pulls your arms behind your back, or on your side, nice and sensual.

he does also really likes making you ride him after he's plowed you to the brink of exhaustion. you' re sweating and babbling and cramping  but you are clenching down like your life depends on it. his dick is your lifeline and you're ass must be a fat bruise from how hard his hips collide with yours,

and then he flips onto his back, and all of a sudden you're sitting atop him.

"Fuck yourself on my cock." Getou's huffing, tired - but not tired enough to stop him from smiling.

"W-whaaa?-" 

"You're not deaf. You heard me." he moves his hands from your hips and folds his arms behind his head, smirking up at you cruelly. "Go on. Take your time." 

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[shhuuga]

shower sex w minho x black fem reader?

love ur smuts babes💜

wet n' wild ♡

warnings: p0rn with very little plot (this was written in a rush, I have a dentist appointment in an hour 🧍🏾‍♀️), fem!reader, unprotected $3X, (don't do dat <3), fiance!minho, (wig mentioned for all my wig girlies but if that ain't u jus ignore it!!), if i missed any please lmk!

it started off as your nightly routine, removing your makeup and wig and letting out your natural hair before stepping into the shower and starting to wash yourself. the new lights minho installed in the bathroom glowed a dark pink as the warm water ran down your skin, sonder playing in the background.

the bathroom door clicked open, your movements halting for a moment before you heard your fiance's voice call out "it's just me, got you something" over the music.

minho starts humming along to the next song coming on as he slips out of his sweatpants and hoodie from dance practice, throwing them in the hamper before sliding in the shower behind you and pinching you on the butt, then kissing you on the neck.

"had such a fuckin' bad day.." he mumbles into your neck, dragging his hands from your thighs to your full hips, rubbing his thumbs in circles. he whispers into your ear. it's light, airy even. barely audible as Brent Faiyaz "ALL MINE" starts to play over the speaker.

"please?"

you nod to him, and that's all it takes for him to maneuver you into the wall, lifting you and wrapping your legs around his waist. he rubs your clit, swallowing your moans as he slips his tongue in your mouth. his hair is all wet under the shower head as he looks up at you through his dark pink locks that look almost black in the dim light of the bathroom.

he slides his tip in, already groaning at the feeling of your warm pussy sucking him in. when he finally sinks into you, he physically relaxes, a gutteral groan (mixed with your name) coming out of his throat.

he tries to start slow, really he does. but between the terrible day he had and your whines of his name that echoed through the bathroom, he just couldn't. he starts pounding your poor cunt so rough it makes your freshly pedicured toes curl into minho's back, your whimpering picking up as he hits your g-spot so effortlessly.

"min-fuck! b-babe slow downnnn you're gonna make me- ohhhh shiiiit!"

he fucked you all the way through your high and after, not stopping until he (barely) pulled out to cum, turning off the water shortly after.

as you stepped out, minho pointed to the gift wrapped box on the sink. oh yeah, he forgot about that. he lets you unwrap the box and smiles as you gasp at the long satin robe.

"min, it's beautiful. oh my gosh.." you smile as he helps you slip it on, the sheer satin sitting on your body beautifully. minho took a moment standing with you in the mirror, staring at your natural beauty before a cheeky smile appeared on his face.

"as much as i love this on you, baby" his large hands move to massage your dark nipples "I'd rather it be off, on the floor, while i fuck you again."

without another word, he scoops you up in his arms, and practically runs to the bedroom, ready to take his time making you cum this time.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Can't Take You Seriously

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AN: I saw a tweet about this and just had to do it lol

Synopsis: You are trying to have a serious conversation with your husband, but can't figure out why he's so distracted

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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“Baby! Are you even listening to me?!” You exclaimed as you looked at your husband who seemed like he was focused on everything else but you.

“Of course I am!” Jack replied to you as you were standing in front of him.

“Then what did I just say?!”

“Umm, I forgot to do something that you asked.”

“And I asked you to do it last week! If I knew that this was going to take this long, I would have done it myself. You’ve been home for three weeks now from tour. I let you relax a little bit and take a moment for yourself, but did you suddenly forget that you’re a husband and a father too?”

“I’m not trying to argue with you, babe. Of course I didn’t forget!”

“Then why are we having this conversation for the third time this week? I’m about to drop you off on Maggie’s doorstep but now that she’s gotten rid of you, she probably doesn’t want you back.” You complained while crossing your arms and Jack still had that weird look on his face and didn’t even bother responding to your previous statement. 

“Jackman! What has you so distracted? Because you are literally hardly paying attention to anything that I’m saying. I could use a little more help here and I don’t know how many times that I have to say it. You decided to get me pregnant, did you not?”

All you felt was Jack move your wig that you were wearing slightly to the left, taking you aback and you were now the one looking confused.

“I literally cannot take you seriously while you’re yelling at me and your wig is crooked. Now it’s not, so we can continue.” Jack muttered while smoothing out the top and you were just looking at him in disbelief.

“Look, as much money as I spend on buying them for you, I need to make sure we’re getting my money’s worth and you’re wearing them right. Now, as you were saying?”

All you did was roll your eyes and Jack noticed that you now had a pout on your face.

“If you rolled your eyes at me any harder just now, they would have gotten stuck. So, now you’re quiet and don’t have anything to say?”

“You get on my last nerve.” You replied as you were trying your hardest not to laugh.

“I can’t have my wife out here looking like I don’t love her and take care of her! Can you imagine the headlines? And then he who shall not be named will take that as an opportunity to slide right in and take my place.”

“Not with him wearing those inspector gadget looking outfits.”

“I-... we’re going to leave that one alone.”

“But seriously, baby can you please go do what I asked?” You said as Jack pulled you into a hug and kissed your forehead.

“Yes, babe. I’m going right now and I’m sorry that I’ve just been in a mood lately. Being a husband and a parent doesn’t stop and I promise that I’m good now. Was just overwhelmed for a minute.”

“And you didn’t tell me this because? What did I tell you about that?”

“I know and I have no excuse. Thank you for always being here for me when I need you.”

“Always and forever.”

“And I’m always going to be here for you especially when your wig needs to be fixed.”

You pulled away from Jack to look up at him and gave him a blank stare.

“What?”

“I should have returned you with the receipt when I had the chance.” You muttered and Jack rolled his eyes.

“If the receipt you’re talking about is our marriage license, keep in mind that you were the one who got drunk and proceeded to almost set it on fire and would have if I didn’t throw you over my shoulder and Dani grabbed it from you.”

“Hmm, she was useful for some things I guess, but I don’t recall.”

“I guess not since the next morning you didn’t remember a single thing that happened, but it’s okay. I love my wife and her crooked wigs and all.” Jack leaned down to kiss the tip of your nose and you were trying to get away from him. 

“Jackman?”

“Uh oh. Government name was used.”

“Use your hand for a week.”

“That’s how you’re going to treat me after these hands fixed your wig for you? They can make you cum too if you let me.”

“JACKMAN THOMAS, CUT IT OUT!”

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Murder Drones - Tessa x J Drabble - Admission of Love

The sun glistened in through the stained glass window of the hexagonal room at the back of the Elliott manor, the sounds of Tessa humming a melody and the soft whirr of J's internal fan came from the room. Louisa and James were away on a trip to a manufacturing plant in New Zealand, so that meant Tessa and her drones had complete domain over the manor. Cyn, V and N however, had busied themselves with watching some movies about dogs and sports down in the library, so Tessa and J were spending the afternoon together.

J sat on the window sill bench, enjoying the breeze from the open smaller windows while watching the birds in the trees. She felt the gentle tug of Tessa's hands running through her soft silver hair. Tessa stood behind J, playing with her first and favourite girl drone's wig. She stopped humming the melody to a song about being set free and eternal rest and dreams before she asked to J, "It's lovely up here, isn't it?"

J calmly responded as she relaxed her shoulders, "It reminds me of when you were little, Tessa." She smiled as she watched some blue jays hopping along the branches and trilling their songs while her favourite human styled her hair back up into her signature ponytails. "Whether I was reading you fairytales, or we were having tea parties or pretend sword fights or you letting me try on some of your dresses, it was always magical."

Tessa assessed silently before she reached to the table beside her and picked up the rechargeable curling iron she stole from her mom now that it had warmed up. She rolled the ponytails around the heated cylinder of the styling too carefully to not burn herself. "And you can't forget times like these."

J laughed a little, remembering out-loud, "Though the last time you tried to use the curling iron, you scared me to death. I'm so so glad it was just a minor burn."

"It was alright, you were there to make it all better, J," she reassured lovingly, letting the freshly formed curl slide from the clasp, it bounced slightly as it came to its resting place at the left side of J's head. Tessa wound the next section of hair on the curling iron as she asked in a sweet little voice, "Jay bird? Do... do you like spending time with me?" her tone became somber, "Or, is it just because Father and I built you to be my assistant." As soon as she let the second wide curled ponytail free of the curling iron, Tessa was slightly startled by J turning her head a little more than 90 degrees to look at her.

J insisted firmly, her tone severe but loving, "Tessa, I love every second I'm next to you." She turned her whole-self to face Tessa, took the curling iron out of Tessa's hands and continued to explain, "And all the wonderful memories make working for the company worth it. So don't you ever dare think for a second that I don't love you..." She stared in shock at what she said before trying to backtrack sheepishly as she turned off the curling iron and set it back down, "I mean... Don't think for a second that I don't like spending time with you."

Tessa's tears were replaced now with a dorky grin. "You said you love me, Jaybird."

The LED blush indicators showed on the worker drone maid's face.

Tessa kissed J on the forehead gently and reassured as she cupped the noble robot's right auditory sensor, "I love you too, so much..." She pulled the robot girl into a tight hug, she whispered to J, "I know Father and I built you as a way to keep me busy, and life hasn't always been easy, but when we have time together, J. It's so wonderful, I wouldn't trade it for anything."

J chimed in as she hugged back, trying not to be mad upon mentioning her least favourite coworker, "Not even, N? Your other favourite?"

Tessa responded warmly, "He may make me happy too, but you make me feel safe and at home."

Those words made the silver-haired drone feel so happy.

The two hugged for a little while before they broke their hug.

Tessa giggled as she looked at J's curls, "Oop! Forgot to fluff up your ponytails, Jaybird," she picked up the hairbrush and invited cheerily, "Let's finish making you look exactly how you like to look."

J smiled and turned back around, closing her LED eyes happily as she felt the warm sun on her face and also Tessa's gentle efforts at gliding the hairbrush through her curls to fluff them up. She liked now the words she had said by accident earlier, now saying them again but intentionally, her often harsh voice soft as a nightingale's song, "I love you, Tessa, my beautiful princess."

Tessa responded, her precious Aussie voice also soft and full of love, "I love you too, my wonderful Jay bird."

To Be Continued