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mafiadad5 · 4 months

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self control

Genre- smut smut smut smut smut (mdni), roommates

Sub!renjun x fem!reader

Warnings- oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected, fingering, praising, 18+, slight hj…

Word count- 1.5k+

Summary- your roommate is fed up with how you dress around the apartment and asks you to stop, but you’re fed up with him acting like he doesn’t like it so you finally confront him.

note- tried a new writing style hope u like🎀, no proof read hehe

"Can you put some clothes on?"

You heard from the living room as you walked in the kitchen. Renjun was always standoff-ish towards you. You never thought he even liked you at all, but every time you suggest you'll just move out it's always— "It's to save money." or just an aggregated breath while rolling his eyes and just walking away.

"Oh give me a break Renjun, I'm just getting something to drink then I'm going back in my room."

You opened the fridge taking out a water before walking to the edge of the counter. He looked up at you as he got up from the couch, walking past you, making his way to his room. "You're acting like you've never seen legs before, it's not that big of a deal." You say as you took a sip of your water, causing Renjun to turn back and look at you with an infuriated look.

"Yes it is, it's not hard to cover up, you don't see me walking around here with no shirt."

"I wouldn't care about that Renjun, I would love to see your cute little body." You murmured into the water bottle rim, causing a distasteful look to paint his face.

"My cute little body?" His eyebrow raised unpleased as he looked at you.

"Mmm," you hummed "but if it's a problem then I can always move out." It seems like everytime you say that he gets even more agitated then he already is. "What have I told you Y/n, it's to save money." His voice was low as he replied curtly.

"You know for someone who's always upset about what I wear around the apartment, you sure do look a lot don't you?" You sat your water down, walking to the hallway, not breaking eye contact with him. "I don't, and I would like you to put clothes on." He looked at you, then back forward, walking down the dark hallway.

“You don't tell your friends that though." You blurt out, causing him to pause, trying to avoid eye contact with you as he gulped.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He turned to you, his eyes looking a little anxious as he tried to keep a straight face. "Could you guys be any louder in your room?" You questioned.

"She's so hot, I want to rip her out those skimpy clothes, I want to fuck her." You say, causing him to make a shocked expression on his face as you quoted his every word.

Yes during the time you guys been living together he developed a little crush on you, and yea maybe he even wanted to fuck you, but he didn't think he was so careless about expressing his feelings on it, and he was slowly starting to regret hosting hang outs at his apartment as well.

"You know, I hear you at night— when you moan my name, loudly."

He was also regretting placing you in the room beside his, and putting his bed on the wall you shared. You were inches away from him at this point as his back rested on the wall next to his room door as you stood in front of him. "Do you want to fuck me Renjun?" You questioned, looking into his eyes as his cheeks burned red. He gulped, staying quiet as he looked at you, the air becoming thick with tension.

You giggled softly, walking away before feeling his hand on your wrist pulling you into a deep kiss. His hands made their way to your waist, pulling you deeper into his body as he pushed you onto the wall, not breaking the kiss once.

"Can I please taste you." He let out a small moan against your lips, biting your lower lip softly as you nodded.

He took no time, pulling you into his room, laying you down on the bed. He kissed down your jawline, dragging his tongue down your skin, making his way to your neck, leaving tingles on your skin. He kissed and suck at your neck leaving little marking as he trailed down your body. His hands slid in between your legs, spreading them open as he kissed down your bikini line, trailing over your underwear kissing your clothed pussy, going to your thighs, kissing delicately.

"Can I eat you out, please?"

He stopped kissing, looking up at you, his doe eyes were desperately looking into yours, his voice was breathless,

"Please—"

his voice was so needy, it came out as a whimper. "Ok, yes, only this once." You nodded, you both knew that was a lie. He didn't hesitate, sliding his fingers under your underwear pulling them off in one swift motion. "Thank you." He moaned into your folds. His tongue found your clit, making circles around it before sucking it roughly, causing you to let out a loud moan.

"Fuck Renjun, that feels good."

Hearing your words made him only more desperate as he hungrily made out with your pussy. His long fingers found their way to your hole, roughly entering you. The sensation of his tongue around your clit and his fingers inside you made you shivered, driving you over the edge. "I'm there." You cried out, your legs shaking violently around his head as kept going, not even taking a breath.

"Can you do something for me." You moaned out. Your words went straight to his dick, causing him to moan into you.

"Mhm." He hummed.

"Fuck me."

Your words caused him to smile against your folds. You didn't want to admit it, but you yearned for him, not because of how he talked to his friends about you so blatantly, or how he shamelessly moaned your name to get himself off, but him avoiding you so he wouldn't get carried away turned you on more than anything. He looked up at you, his chin covered in his spit and your arousal.

"Ok." He smiled, getting on top of you. He pulled down his pajamas pants, along with his boxers, positioning himself at your hole, slowly entering you while letting out a choked moan, looking at you in the eyes as his mouth opened slightly.

"Fuck, you're so tight."

He whined out, pushing deeper into you. He slowly went in and out of you passionately, causing you to go almost insane as he pushed his every thing into you.

"Can I please go faster Y/n?" He cried out, his voice was so desperate you could probably come to just hearing it.

"Yes baby go faster." You moaned out, throwing your head back as he went at an unimaginable pace, his glossy eyes looking into yours as he let out quivering moans and whimpers.

"Am I doing good Y/n? Does this feel ok?" His skin flushed as he gripped the sheet under you, his voice was so needy it sent shivers down your spine. "Yes, you're doing so good Renjun, you're such a good boy."

He moaned out loudly as you clenched around him, throwing your head back as he hit your g-spot, exhaling in short breaths.

"Oh fuck I'm about to come, I need to pull out, can I please pull out?"

He whimpered out. "No, don't pull out I'm almost there." You moaned, throwing your head back as you clenched around him, causing him to cry out loudly— "I'm coming Y/n." Your legs started shaking as you felt him release, his warm liquid filling your insides. You both took a few deep breaths before he exited out of you, laying beside you as his seed dripped down your thigh.

"Can you stay with me?" He questioned, turning to you, his eyes sparkling as he grinned.

You didn't say anything, just looked at him with a smile before leaning in kissing him passionately, wrapping your hands around his head pulling him deeper into the kiss. You worked your way to his neck, sucking the skin as he moaned softly. You moved your hand under the cover, dragging your hands down his chest.

"Stop teasing Y/n."

Your hands made their way to his dick, wrapping around him as his eyes became desperate again. "I'm rewarding you for being so good." You smiled as you rubbed his sensitive tip.

"Moan my name like you do when you're alone."

You whisper as your hand slowly went up and down his length. "Fuck Y/n." He whimpered out, his eyes fluttering as you tightened your grip.

"Please." He lowly moaned out before you both got knocked out of your thoughts by a knock at the door.

"Shit, I forgot my friends were coming over." He cursed, looking at you with a worried expression on his face. "I'm going to the bathroom anyways, have fun with your friends Renjunnie." You smiled, getting up from his bed. He got up quickly getting himself decent before opening the door for his friends.

"What took you so long?" One of them said at the door. "Uh, I was taking a nap." He smiled. "Dude what's on your neck?"

Renjun looked at you going into your room, then looked down at the ground causing his friends to look at you with a smile. "Yall did not." One of them said with a shocked face.

Renjun stayed quiet, a grin appearing on his face as he touched the hickey that sat his neck.

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hongthoven · 12 days

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Love me like you hate me pt. 3 ✘ hongjoong x reader (smut&angst)

❅ pairing : kim hongjoong (ateez) x fem reader

❅ rating : +18 | angst, smut

❅ warnings : violence, strong language, sex, mention of death

❅ status : chaptered, unfinished (chapter 3/?)

❅ tags&stuff : gang leader!hj, gang AU, stripper!reader, drugs, money, corruption, stripclub, violence, San as hj’s right-hand man and Wooyoung as their overexcited sidekick, San is kind of a sadistic bastard, heart eyes for Woo, graphic sex scenes incoming, joong is a rough little man with a potty mouth, Yunho’s there too and the most perfect boyfriend material as usual

❅ chapter wc : 4.5k

❅ previously ― part 1 | part 2 ❅ network : @newworldnet

please comment & reblog if you enjoyed reading ♥

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝟑

“Fuck- who knew a single dude could bleed that much?” San chuckled, rolling up his sleeve to wipe some blood off his skin, taking off one of his rings as it was now closer to rose gold from being painted red.

“You did rip the guy’s teeth off one by one, that’s gotta hurt!” Wooyoung giggled from the front seat of the car taking them all back home, unbothered by the puzzled look their driver would occasionally give them.

“What can I say, I like a job done right” San teased once again, cursing a little as some of the blood didn’t seem to come off that easily.

Sitting next to him, Hongjoong was quietly staring into the city skyline as they drove through the night, failing to make any comment on his friend’s behavior when he would usually mock him for being a sadistic asshole with a thirst for blood. Still, he had to admit most of his regular income was the fruit of San’s hard labor and bad temper. While he had made a name for himself, Hongjoong knew most of his enemies never came too close because they already had been flirting with death too many times because of San’s fists. If he wasn’t exactly a role model when it came to act on the low and be discreet, San was by far the best right-hand man he could wish for.

“Who’s got your tongue, boss?” San finally asked, poking Hongjoong in the arm as he had never seen him so quiet before.

“Bet it was that stripper” Wooyoung giggled, mostly to himself, sighing at the memories of the girl grinding all over him hours before as he rolled the car window down to light himself a cigarette.

“Shut the fuck up. Both of you” Hongjoong coldly ordered, his eyes never drifting from the sight of a city fast asleep while his mind wandered once again to that club, head still filled with vivid images of that girl he had reluctantly left behind. She had never left his mind, like a permanent thought soon to turn into his new obsession.

Settling back into an ordinary life was always the hardest part of the job.

As she sat in front of the mirror in her cozy little boudoir, her hair into a messy bun as she wiped away the sparkly make-up that made her feel untouchable on stage, Y/N couldn’t help but overthink the situation she had been stuck into, earlier in the night. While resentment was getting ahead of her, it suddenly seemed like Yunho had been summoned into the room as he made a quiet entrance, keeping his back against the door as he simply stared into her reflection.

“How was your night?”

A simple question he always asked, rushing into the changing rooms as soon as she was done with her shift to make sure everything was okay and none of their clients had taken things a little too far. Regardless of his schedule, Yunho’s primal instinct was to check on the girl he adored beyond any sort of good sense.

Still, when she failed to reply, Yunho instantly felt his heart drop into his chest. Something was odd and the ice cold look she eventually spared him came as a confirmation.

“Is there something wrong?” He frowned, walking closer to her, his hands instinctively resting above her shoulders while he fought within himself not to massage her tired muscles from dancing and grinding all over strangers for hours. A ritual he had grown fond of.

“I don’t know. You tell me, boyfriend?” Y/N eventually dared to snap back, her eyes turning into little darts all aiming at his puzzled face as she emphasized on the word ‘boyfriend’.

Confused, Yunho suddenly felt like he had been thrown into an impromptu game of Russian Roulette, looking for the answer that would spare him the inevitable execution. There was no sympathy in her eyes, only a fair mix of anger and judgement.

“Care to tell me why Kim Hongjoong and his men seemed to think we’re involved?” she finally spoke again, unable to deal with the sudden quietness between them, especially when she sincerely expected a valid reason for him to think it was okay to play pretend.

“I never said anything about us, I swear” with a quick shrug, Yunho felt smaller than ever, almost pathetic as he stammered through the weakest apologies he could serve. Nothing felt familiar anymore, from her body language to the complete deception in her eyes. She suddenly felt like a stranger, someone that couldn’t wait to get away from him, and that thought only was enough to tighten the knot growing into his stomach.

“I hope so. Cause there is no ‘us’…” though he had been preparing himself for years, each of these words felt like a single cut through his heart, like a dagger sinking into his flesh until it hit his bones, tearing him apart until there was nothing left of him but a pool of blood where every single one of his hopes had come to die.

Without a word, Yunho watched as Y/N removed the remaining of her make-up, pulled her long hair up into a neat ponytail and gathered her belongings, scattered all over the desk only to be thrown into her brown, leather bag. Not only was he hurt to the very core of his pride, but the way she was now avoiding any eye-contact with him made it unbearable to stand in the same room.

“He- uh…” he paused, coughing to give himself some composure, supposing he had any left, “He asked me to clean your schedule for the week, so… I guess you won’t have to see my face for a while, guess that’s convenient”.

He hated how pathetic and whiny he sounded right now, but nothing had ever come close to the pain he was experiencing as he watched the girl of his dreams changing from her stage fit to her casual clothes. When every man in town would die to see her walking around in a lacy thong, Yunho secretly loved this version of her the best. The one in regular jeans, sneakers, and a plain white tee-shirt. The real her.

“Yeah right” she scoffed, unimpressed.

“I’m serious, Y/N, that man isn’t playing” any other day, Yunho would have played along with her typical rebellious attitude, calling her smug for provoking a man that held the entire city into the palm of his hand, but regardless of the way she had crushed his soul seconds prior to this conversation, he still felt the urge to protect her.

“And neither am I” she coldly stated, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder as she walked toward the door, ready to call it a night.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” she added without a look or a single sign of sympathy, walking out the door as Yunho remained alone, standing in the middle of the room, powerless and petrified at the thought of the inevitable confrontation coming his way.

Hongjoong walked home in the middle of the night. Nothing out of habits, for a man whose business typically ran after sunset. Throwing his keys and taking his jacket off as he walked directly to the bathroom, he could hear the familiar yet unsettling buzzing sound coming with the deafening silence of his place.

With loneliness as his most faithful companion over the years, he had given up trying to make this apartment feel like home; simply because he didn’t know what ‘home’ was even supposed to feel like. All these ideals of a healthy household had died with his mother and now, the only memories of ever feeling ‘like home’ were starting to fade away with time.

The smell of freshly cooked meals, the sound of her laugh, the way she always pushed his hair back to plant a kiss on his forehead, the faded sound of her favorite records playing in the living room whenever his father was out. This was home to him.

On the cusp of turning 30, Hongjoong couldn't ignore the tragic irony of reaching an era his mother would never get to experience. Though he would always remember her at the prime of youth, there was some bittersweet aspect to the thought of never seeing her grow old.

Sometimes, when he would allow himself to bask into melancholy, Hongjoong liked to imagine what she’d look like with a few wrinkles and grey hair, how her voice would change with time, what it would feel like to grow up with a loving mother by his side. Would he be any different?

While the fantasies would change over time, his father never made it to the final cut. There was no place for this man and his toxicity in the perfect picture of a lifetime with his beloved mother.

And now here he was, an orphan trying to make himself a home without knowing where to start.

His place still matched the mystery of his aura, blissfully dark, expensive, and fashionably empty. High ceilings, large windows and concrete floor made this loft the perfect place to hide, perched on the last floor of the tallest building in town with the most breathtaking view on the skyline.

Hongjoong often felt like standing in a lighthouse with nothing but the darkness of the Sea ahead of him. Nothing to be seen on the surface but a pitch-black sky sparkled with stardust. But if he dared looking down through the city lights, Hongjoong could easily picture a family. A couple. Strangers living their lives, enjoying the most trivial things of a routine he was always dreading to step into. A father helping his daughter with her homework, bending over a geometry book on the dining table, a little boy playing with his dolls in his bedroom, two lovers snuggling on their couch.

Pieces of a life he would never get to experience, only because he didn’t belong into a ‘home’.

Rolling up his sleeves to unveil his tatted arms, a few bracelets, and a vintage watch, Hongjoong frowned at his reflection in the mirror as he splashed some cold water onto his face, pressing his fingers into his temples, hoping to make the reminiscing stop. He wouldn’t allow himself to dive into nostalgia when his present already held too much drama for him to take a break.

Still, while it was easy to push the family memories aside, one thought remained. One particular face he just couldn’t blink away that easily.

She was everywhere, her voice echoing through his brain like a broken record. The way her lips curved into a smile as she teased him, her plump thighs hiding that precious mole he was now dying to taste, the softness of her skin, the way her body reacted to his touch but not entirely – not as much as he wished. Hongjoong wasn’t typically the kind of man to give a girl any second thought. If anything, women were easy targets to him, and if his good looks weren’t enough to attract them, money always was.

Money could buy him anything, and if this girl wasn’t kneeling for him within the next hour, someone else would have to do, for now.

Grabbing his phone from his slack’s pocket, Hongjoong was quick to compose a text. Something extremely formal with a few instructions. The usual.

She walked through his doorstep less than thirty minutes later, as requested by the man holding the cash in one hand while the other invited her in. Though she was a regular, Hongjoong never dared to ask for her name. He didn’t need to know, didn’t even care.

“‘been a while, handsome “ She smiled, grabbing the cash from his hand without bothering with a recount. Hongjoong wasn’t a scam, like some of her clients. If anything, he often overpaid for the ridiculously short amount of time she was here. Not that she would complain about it.

“Let’s cut the talking for today” Hongjoong simply stated, unwilling to chit-chat as he gulped some leftover whisky from the glass on his coffee table, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he settled himself on his brown, leather couch.

There wasn’t anything remotely romantic in the way he watched the girl kneel in front of him, her hands already busy with his belt like a task she had been given, and nothing more. A perfect play doll following his instructions while his mind already wandered somewhere else, away from here, away from her, and with a much more pleasant company.

With his head tilted back and his eyes closed, Hongjoong quickly allowed himself to wrap the girl’s hair into a fist as he thrusted himself deeper into the warmth of her welcoming throat, a simple growl escaping his own lips while his head started to fill with someone else’s face.

He could see her clearly now, her sparkly make-up already ruined, black lines rolling over her cheeks as she gagged slightly with a mouthful of him. She was taking him like a champ, the perfect, velvety walls of her mouth fitting like a glove to his throbbing cock. Her hands clenched into his thighs, tracing thin, red lines all over his skin while his eyes couldn’t get enough of the sight of her exposed back and the perfect dome of her ass, peaking from her skirt. He loved the idea of having her fully dressed and already drooling over his lap, too hungry to even undress herself, too eager to be fucked.

It wasn’t long until Hongjoong found himself losing control, one particular swirl of the girl’s tongue forcing him to dig his nails deeper into her scalp while she welcomed his release through a guttural moan – and even then, his body still shaking with pleasure and overstimulation as the girl made sure to swallow every last drop of him, Hongjoong couldn’t help but picture that glow on her face as she would look up, teary eyes and puffy lips as the perfect signs of a fucked-out state while still untouched.

“Looks like you’re ready for round 2, baby” the girl teased as she wiped the corner of her lips like she had just feasted on her favorite cake, pleasantly surprised to see him getting hard again while oblivious to the reason behind his extreme arousal. While she had done a decent job, all credits fully remained to a girl who was most likely asleep by now, miles away from being the main character in Hongjoong’s filthy scenarios.

Was she alone right now? Was she even sleeping? What if Yunho had failed at keeping his promise? What if he was the one filling her perfect mouth right now with his palm resting on her cheek, her vicious tongue playing with his balls as he claimed her repeatedly?

That thought only was enough to send him spiraling, anger making his blood boil into his veins. If he couldn’t have her immediately, no one could. Especially not Yunho.

“I’ll call you a cab” his tone was cold, typically detached as he fixed himself back into his pants, the moment long gone now that he couldn’t get away from the disturbing images of another man touching his girl. Though it was crazy to think of it, Hongjoong couldn’t help but claim her as his now that she was the only thing on his mind. He could easily picture himself losing sleep over it and go beyond measures to get her. Even if that meant having Yunho and every other man looking at her, buried six feet under.

The hooker was gone without much ceremony. Not that the situation deserved any.

Alone again with his thoughts for company, Hongjoong eventually crashed into his bed an hour later, knowing he wouldn’t get much sleep that night.

Y/N had been tossing and turning through the short amount of time she was asleep that night. Struggling to find her way into a peaceful slumber after the chaotic series of events happening at the club earlier. While she tried her best not to be an overthinker, picking her battles over silly misunderstandings, she hated to face any discomfort in her workplace. The one place where she felt strong enough to handle anything. She couldn’t allow any turbulence in her comfort zone, moreover if that meant losing a precious paycheck. Something she couldn’t afford.

Stretching into her bed, Y/N looked nothing like the girl she was on stage the night before. With her long hair pulled into a bun gone messier over her sleepless night and her body wrapped into an oversized shirt that could easily pass as a dress, she fitted perfectly as the girl-next-door with her face fresh of any make-up.

Her bedroom looked exactly the same as it did years ago, when she was still a teenager running from school to her student job in the evening, trying to make ends meet so she could afford medication and a decent living for her grand-mother; walls covered with pictures of a younger version of herself with her friends backpacking through Europe, a massive poster of her favorite film, Moulin Rouge above her bed and a closet full of clothes she barely had enough time to wear with her crazy schedule at the club.

Her peaceful awakening was suddenly cut short when hearing voices coming from the living room. Voices she could instantly identify as her grand mother’s and the one person she didn’t want to see, especially first thing in the morning.

Tearing herself off the comfort of her bed, Y/N escaped her bedroom, reluctantly dragging herself toward the living-room where she was inevitably faced with her favorite person in the world and Yunho, sharing some obviously pleasant conversation.

“Good morning, sweetpea!” Joan was a 72-year-old woman living with early stage of dementia and the closest thing to a mother Y/N had been granted with, since her own birth mother had decided she wasn’t built to be a mom and bailed on her before she even turned two.

“Hi nan’ … did you take your meds yet?” Y/N purposely ignored Yunho’s presence, checking for her grand mother’s pill container to double check.

“Of course I did – Yunho brought my favorite pastries for breakfast, isn’t he a sweetheart?” She couldn’t blame her grandmother, not even when she reached for Yunho’s face, pinching his cheek like he was some good puppy playing fetch with her. Still, she couldn’t find the strength to play pretend, especially without her morning coffee.

Yunho watched as Y/N kept ignoring him, his rounded eyes desperately looking for her attention behind his glasses. If anything, he looked like the perfect boyfriend with his nice polo shirt and his perfectly tamed hair. A man she knew Joan was secretly hoping her granddaughter would eventually marry, regardless of her unwillingness to be wed.

Without a clue what to answer, Y/N gave her grandmother a quick nod as she escaped toward the kitchen, aiming directly for the coffee machine. Yunho was quick to follow her steps, excusing himself while Joan’s attention was back on her favorite morning tv show.

“So we’re not even talking now?” he dared to ask as he walked close enough for her to feel the warmth of his body behind her back.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Can’t you take a hint?” she was genuinely mad now. Mad at him for showing up and forcing his perfect boy agenda on her grandmother, mad at her for allowing him to feel comfortable to do so and for some obscure reasons, mad at Kim Hongjoong for making her feel all of this altogether.

“I came here to apologize”

The sound of the coffee machine gave Y/N some much needed break into a conversation she didn’t want to be part of, her hand clenching around her favorite mug so it wouldn’t fall off the counter from the hectic vibration of the ancient appliance she had promised herself to upgrade as soon as possible.

With barely enough money to pay rent and take care of her grandmother’s condition, Y/N was often faced with the most superficial cravings, like having a perfect espresso machine and decent coffee in the morning instead of whatever dishwater she was having now.

“So you do have something to apologize for” she scoffed, taking a painful first sip as she finally faced her friend. Yunho looked sincerely sorry, his eyebrows knitted together as he reached for her arm, hoping she wouldn’t snap again. To his own surprise, she didn’t move.

“I’m sorry if I made it seem like I was claiming you… I know you’re not mine… or anyone’s… I just freaked out” he paused, reminiscing the events as he recalled Hongjoong’s words and the way his eyes were glued to his favorite girl’s every feature. “I’m just scared he might hurt you… Hongjoong is a scary man with power, god knows what he could—”

“I am not a child, for fuck’s sake! I can defend myself. It’s not your place to protect me!”

Her mug was back on the counter, almost breaking from being smashed against the surface as she felt anger boiling inside of her all over again.

“That’s the thing. I don’t know my place. What am I to you, exactly?”

Though it hurt him to even ask, Yunho couldn’t handle the uncertainty of his role into her life. Still, when he was faced with complete silence, it felt like his heart was slowly dropping into his chest, shredding into pieces.

“I see. Guess that’s my answer” he added, mostly nodding to himself as he pushed himself off the counter, reaching for her face to palm her cheek tenderly “just be careful alright? If I can’t protect you, no one will” he whispered, almost painfully.

Without a word, Y/N watched as he escaped the kitchen, peaking through the door to see him kiss Joan on the cheek, apologizing for leaving already with some work emergency as an excuse.

Guilt only found its way into her stomach as the front door closed behind Yunho.

“What’s on your mind, sweet pea?”

Y/N was now sitting on the floor in front of her grand-mother’s armchair, picking at a pastry while watching a silver haired TV anchor trying to sell some miracle vacuum cleaner on the shopping channel. She didn’t know why Joan loved these programs so much, but somehow, the old woman found some thrill in dreaming about appliances she couldn’t afford. Y/N loved to think she was a hopeless dreamer while secretly hoping she would someday afford to give her grandmother the life she deserved. A beautiful house filled with all the ridiculously pricy items she saw on TV.

“Nothing, just tired” she lied while Joan brushed her fingers through her granddaughter’s hair lovingly, pulling it into a nicely tamed ponytail just like when she used to be a little girl. Sometimes Joan would act like Y/N was still a child, struggling to anchor herself into present, but Y/N loved her way too much to complain, even if it meant for her to play pretend and allow herself to be groomed.

“I really like Yunho. He’s a good man.” Joan suddenly announced, her bony fingers resting upon her granddaughter’s shoulders as she massaged her sore muscles slowly.

“He is”

There was no point denying it. Yunho was a good man by definition.

“I think he really loves you, you know?”

Again, Y/N couldn’t find a single lie within herself to deny Joan’s statement. Anyone seeing them interact could tell Yunho was madly in love with her, though he never said the words to her face. It was easy to see the signs.

“I know” she simply added, her eyes suddenly heavier as her lack of sleep finally fought back. Within a few minutes, Y/N was curling up against her grandmother’s leg, her cheek resting above her lap as she fell back asleep under Joan’s sweet embrace.

Hongjoong only left his place at dusk, escaping his building only to disappear into a black, sedan car with tinted windows. Streets had been emptied earlier in the evening when a storm had wrapped the city into a gloomy atmosphere no one seemed to be equipped for. Sitting in the front behind the wheel, San turned the engine off as soon as his best-friend sat beside him on the passenger seat.

“Found anything?” Hongjoong asked before he even greeted his friend, stone cold as ever.

“Well—her name’s Y/N, she lives in the slum part of town… From what I get she’s her grandmother’s caretaker… Not much about the rest of her family so far… Got her address, phone number…”

Hongjoong welcomed every information with a simple nod while San scrolled through a couple pictures on his phone, mostly from her neighborhood.

“Anything else?” he finally dared to ask, knowing his friend enough to realize he was definitely hiding the key part of his investigation.

“You’re not gonna like it, man…” San sighed, his thumb scrolling to the next picture and zooming in so his boss could see a clearer version of Yunho escaping Y/N’s building first thing in the morning—and though Hongjoong remained silent, the way his jaw instantly clenched at the sight of him was enough of a sign to let his friend know about his next move.

“How long was he in there?” he finally asked, eyes filled with nothing but rage.

“Couple hours, I’d say two for the most—enough for a good fuck, if you ask me”

“No one fucking asked you” Hongjoong snapped, pulling his gaze off the phone screen to watch the storm outside the window, his fingers fiddling with his rings while figuring out a plan from the new information he had just been given.

“Well that’s unfortunate” he added, recalling Yunho’s faithful behavior through the years and how he had proven himself to be a fairly loyal and trustworthy associate. “Now we’ll have to teach him a lesson…”

“Want me to kill the guy?” San dared to ask like it was the only option left. Merely a daily task he was used to, by now.

“Just make sure he gets the message for now” Hongjoong added, his fist making a beat against the car door as he tried his best to compose himself, images of Yunho and Y/N together filling his brain to the point he couldn’t even think straight anymore.

“And I want someone to follow her every move. I want to know where she is, who she talks to, what she eats, anything. And if Yunho shows up again, I want you to call me immediately so I can take care of him myself. Are we clear?”

“Crystal” San nodded, starting the engine again as the tension in the car kept building up.

“Where to?” the right-hand man dared to ask after a while, only to be faced with Hongjoong’s stern look, his eyebrows knitted together with a mix of concern and anger he had rarely seen on his best-friend’s face.

“You know damn right where” Hongjoong simply stated, his eyes never leaving the road as San quickly took the next turn, heading toward the club.

#newworldnet #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong #ateez

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batwritings · 8 months

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Kinktober Day 1 - Breeding

My first published piece for Call of Duty! Like a lot of others I got very much sucked in (c'mon...hot masked man? ya'll really think I'm that strong? I'm far too gay for that. /hj) to this series and hope you all enjoy the content I write for it! Enjoy!~

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Coming on this mission was nothing short of a mistake. Yet Price wasn’t one to let work build up and overwhelm him. Plus, this was a favor to Nik; he couldn’t just turn the Russian man down with all the times Nik had saved his ass. The unfortunate part of all this was you.

Your relationship with the Captain wasn’t exactly secret. A number of soldiers had caught you two by now. You two really did try to keep things under wraps! But after Gaz and Soap had caught you in his lap, lips passionately discovering the other’s, well…let’s just say the two sergeants weren’t the best at letting it remain a secret. Thankfully for the both of you, Laswell had workarounds, and the entire squad was sworn to secrecy until further notice. It was only recently, during a short shore leave that the conversation came up: kids. “I’m too old for that pup,” he’d chided, casually taking a drag off his cigar. You huffed a laugh quietly.

“Oh c’mon John,” you hummed against his bare chest. Your fingers played idly with the hair that covered his skin. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t want to see a little mix of both of us running around base? How happy they’d be with all their uncles and auntie Laswell?” You could see the cogs turning in his post-coitus brain. So many different scenarios played over and over in his brain. On the one hand, the two of you had probably the most dangerous jobs in the world. There was absolutely no way he would let you back out in to the field if he found out you were pregnant.

But the more he thought about it; you all round with his child, the happy life that would await you two. The idea of him absolutely ravishing you with the sole purpose of knocking you up became more and more enticing. Which was exactly why this mission was nothing short of torture for him.

You were being used as bait, put lightly. And a variety of different people had their hands all over you, guiding you where you needed to be. Now normally, Price was by no means a jealous man. He was rather proud to call you his partner, and was more than happy to show you off and brag about you. But something about the way you were being drug around set some sort of fire in the good captain.

“Ghost, do you have a copy?” He asks over the comms.

“Send traffic,” comes the response of Ghost from the other end of the building, no doubt honing on potential targets through the sight of his sniper rifle.

“Go to the next channel, there’s been a change of plans,” Price tells him as calmly as possible. There are a view other questions from Soap, Gaz, and Laswell, but he leaves them all unanswered as he switches the channel on his radio. “I’m going in after them.” “Price…” Ghost starts to protest. He’d warned the Captain long ago that if Price were to involve himself with a partner, emotions would eventually get in the way. The masked man knew his Captain’s emotions and control over them far better than he’d ever let on. “We can’t afford to complicate things.”

“I won’t,” Price comments sharply, slipping down the embankment to get closer to the building. His aim was to slip in a window to a room where he knew there’d be no guards. He remembers the layout like the back of his hand; his photographic memory worked pretty well for someone reaching forty.

Again, the Lieutenant sighs heavily over the comms. “Fuckin’ hell…” he grumbles, adjusting his position slightly. “Just don’t get yourselves caught in there old man. Last thing we need is losing two good soldiers in one night.”

The captain chuckles grimly before hoisting himself up onto a few barrels and switching his comm back to the original channel. Ghost can be heard explaining the plan to the team, but Price tunes them out. “C/S, move to that empty room we pointed out on the first floor as you can,” Ghost instructs.

“Copy,” comes your hushed response. Price nods, hauling himself up and into the open window. How their target didn’t think to guard this room was beyond him. Then again, with how much he was struggling to get in, it’s not like it was necessary. “Fuck my old boots,” the man grumbles as he hits the floor, joints protesting at the sudden drop.

“Gettin’ old on us there Cap?” comes your teasing tone. You just barely manage to silently shut the door behind you when your world is sent into a whirlwind, eyes now meeting the brick wall in the dark room. A gloved hand is covering your mouth as the other pins your hands above your head.

“I’m sorry darlin’,” you hear Price say, right against your ear. “But there’s a thought that’s been plaguing me, and I can’t hold it in anymore, Nikolai be damned.” You try hard to wiggle and protest, but your captain has his boot between your feet, shuffling your legs apart.

You gasp a little as you feel the excitement rush straight between your thighs. “That’s my pup,” Price purrs, warm breath and beard tickling the shell of your ear. “Keep those wandering hands still for me.” Slowly, as if to test your obedience, the good captain lets go of your hands. You do as he orders as you feel him undo the suit pants you’d been put in for the night.

A gloved hand dips beneath the waistband of your underwear, running over your wet slit. You try to contain your whimper, but your captain was no fool. He knew your body and all it’s sweet spots better than he knew his own. The rough fabric brushes over your nub and you gasp against his other hand.

“That eager already are we?” The man teases, kissing along your neck. Your eyes close and your brow knits in frustration. Not that you were mad by what was unfolding, oh no. It was because that man’s amazing cock wasn’t in you right now.

Thankfully, you and Price often shared the same brain cell, and you could hear the telltale sound of him undoing his belt, shimmying his pants and briefs down enough to get his member free. Yours were next, the fabric easily slipping down your legs to pool around your ankles.

Price was as slow as he felt he could be, rubbing the head of his cock over your quickly moistening slit and hole. “Gonna take me so well darling,” he coos, more kisses and nips against the sensitive area of your neck.

When his member first breaches your entrance, your knees almost buckle. It had been so long since you’d had your captain inside you, you’d nearly forgotten what it felt like. If it weren’t for the glove in front of you, the diplomatic party would probably have heard your shuddered sigh of pleasure as Price fully sheaths himself inside you.

It doesn’t take long, between the time crunch and your warm, wet walls hugging his cock so perfectly, for the captain to start truly fucking you. He went from gently letting you adjust to trying to muffle the sound of your skin meeting so quick it made your world spin. “Fuckin’ hell,” he groans, sliding his hand down your side to grip your hip so hard you knew it would bruise and you’d have to hide your slight limp for the rest of the night.

“Can’t wait to see you,” he murmurs against your skin, stopping in his sentence to moan softly. “--so full with our child, love. Gonna be so perfect for me.” His words have you absolutely gushing, your wetness making the sex even louder.

You’re not sure how long the two of you had been at this, but the voices growing closer to the room told both you and Price that there wasn’t much time left. “Price, wrap up your business,” Ghost hisses over the comms. The thrill and knowledge of what brought this on has you teetering on the precipice of orgasm.

“Go on pup,” Price growls softly. “Let’s make this the moment. That moment I breed you like you want.” As every good soldier would, you follow your captain’s order, biting down slightly on the fabric of the glove to keep your whimpers from reaching the hall. The good captain isn’t far behind you, quickly spilling his seed inside you.

The two of you are trying to come down from your respective highs when you hear. “...Is someone in there?” shouted from beyond the door. In swift movements, Price pulls out of you and you’re pulling your pants and underwear up from the floor. Just as you’re finished fixing your hair and your captain slips around the corner does the door open, light flooding the dark room.

“...Y/N?” asks the intruder. You give a sheepish smile, only accented by the flush still on your face. Not like they had to know it was from the sneaky sex you’d just had with your superior who would probably blow this person’s brains out in the next few minutes.

“Sorry, I…got a bit shy. I needed a moment to adjust myself,” you explain. The person shoots you a knowing look before ushering you out of the room. Price waits with baited breath for them to leave and walk away before sighing. He needed to get out of here before the mission changed any further.

“All finished?” Ghost asks, voice surprisingly calm for how much he detested the change in plan.

“On my way out,” Price advises, pulling a few boxes closer to help ease his escape.

“Good,” the lieutenant answers. “Oh and Price? Permission to speak freely?”

“Go ahead Ghost, send traffic,” the captain answers, just barely getting into the window before he hears the response.

“Turn your comms off next time you decide to fuck your partner on the job.”

#bat writes #cod x reader #cod smut #captain john price smut #captain price smut #captain price x reader #price x reader #price smut

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casualheizouenjoyers · 1 year

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“fuck sweden” “…you haven’t seen me in two weeks and that’s the first thing you say????”

youtube au! 5wirl x reader who just got back from a long trip

if you’re from sweden i’ll fight you /j

literally writing this while in the customs line

Aether

has one of those cute “Welcome Home” signs where he’s waiting by your gate <333

such a sweetheart fr, he brings you comfort snacks and flowers i love this man

bro out here acting like he didnt stay up late so he could facetime you every night 💀

will be clingy because while you obviously stayed in contact he missed having you physically there with him <3

will post a picture of you guys at the airport with a really cheesy caption, something like “they’re back ❤️❤️❤️”

his friends call him a simp but it’s okay cause he loves you

and yes he’s picking you up alone because he wants some time for just the two of you before the rest of 5wirl bother you lmao

cries when you give him souvenirs cause you know he likes to collect them

will ask you a million questions about where you went so he can plan a travel vlog so be prepared once he’s used to having you around again to never know peace /lh

Venti

menace, literally sobbing at your gate waiting for you. it’s okay though cause he’s pretty and brought you flowers

and like ten “welcome home” balloons 💀

dragged xiao along with him because no one trusts this man behind a wheel

a moment of silence for xiao’s suffering as a third wheel

anyone watching you two reunite would think you were gone for YEARS and he hasn’t been able to contact you for their enterity

will leave you at the airport if you didn’t buy him souvenirs /hj

takes a million pictures, makes like three different posts full of old pictures of you when you’re gone and has some emo ass captions (taking inspo from xiao fr /j)

as soon as you’re back he posts pictures of you at the airport and captions it “didn’t even know they left” and deletes his angsty posts like bro you’re not fooling anyone 💀

forces xiao to take pictures of you guys together cause that’s what besties are for

never lets you vacation by yourself

Xiao

won’t show it too much but is SO happy to have you back

panic called heizou to ask what a good gift would be to welcome you back and heizou, like a normal person is like “give them flowers”

xiao is like fuck that and brings you flowers, your favorite chocolates and boba

denies that he picked those gifts out of his own free will (heizou snitches lmao)

doesn’t even say anything just instantly hugs you really tight, he needs a moment

has your favorite takeout waiting for you with the rest of 5wirl and some of your friends to surprise you :D

is going on vacation next time with you, non-negotiable /hj

Kazuha

just like aether has a cute little “Welcome Home” sign and a small bouquet of flowers, keeping it simple and sweet

kinda unrelated but i just KNOW his car smells heavenly and is cozy but still super clean

takes your luggage, he refuses to let you handle even a single backpack because yoh must be exhausted (the others would do the same but would let you carry your own backpack and are just not as extreme as kazuha is about it. bro is usually chill but he won’t budge on this)

ordered your favorite takeout ahead of time to be at your house ((lowkey craving some chipotle as i’m writing this))

posts a really cute poem about you on his alt twitter and how happy he is to have you in his arms again <3333

made a playlist for y’all to listen to as he’s driving, encourages you to take a nap in the car and drives as gently as possible

Heizou

brings you flowers and a cute little card <3

he told you not to tell him the gate you’re at so he could deduce it with his amazing abilities (he looked it up online but shush he wanted to tease you)

kisses your cheek, steals your bags and replaces them with a cute little chocolate box that he totally didn’t buy last minute at the airport 💀

kazuha is waiting in the airport parking lot for y’all because while heizou can drive first of all kazuha’s car is the nicest in the world and if he can make an excuse to be in it he will and second of all he wants to cuddle with you in the backseat <3

will not let you do anything for the rest of the week, as a detective who totally has credentials he sentences you to a week of relaxing on the couch and snuggling while watching movies sorry :P

will begrudgingly invite the rest of 5wirl but only if they bring snacks

#aris writes #5wirl x reader #omg aris actually posted something #aether x reader #venti x reader #xiao x reader #kazuha x reader #heizou x reader

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honeypiehotchner · 2 years

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Recompense (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot

My suitemate made me write this /hj

Also talk about returning to Hotch fics with something completely out of left field 🤪🤪

Warnings: 18+ only pleaseeee y’all know the drill, slight sub!Hotch/dom!reader, light bondage, grinding, angst, MAYBE dubcon if you absolutely squint

WC: 2.1k

Hotch had been gone for weeks, which isn’t unusual, but still takes its toll. To combat it, you and Hotch have been planning a dinner for when he gets back.

“Should we go out or stay in?”

“Stay in,” Aaron said, exhaustion laced through his words. “I’m so tired of eating out.”

“I know you are, babe,” you murmured. As much as Hotch loves his junk food, he hates eating out so often. He misses your home cooked meals, homemade lunches. He misses running every morning, coming back to your sleepy eyes as you fix coffee for the both of you. “We’ll stay in. I’ll cook.”

“No, no, I’ll cook, you’ve been cooking a lot.”

“I actually haven’t,” you admitted sheepishly. “Cooking for one is hard and I’ve been too lazy anyway.”

“Honey…” He knows when you say ‘lazy,’ you really mean you’ve been missing him and it’s been getting to you. “I’ll be home soon.”

“I know you will.”

Every night he called, and every night a new facet of the date was planned. The menu, the table setting, the music.

If this hadn’t been the fourth case in a row that the BAU was called on, this feeling of missing him wouldn’t be as bad. But he barely had six hours of sleep before he was called out on the second one, and he didn’t even get to come home before the third. With the fourth one, he was home for a blissful twelve hours, but he was exhausted and slept for eight.

Needless to say, it’s been a while since the two of you have really seen one another.

The day that Hotch texts you that he’s coming home can’t come fast enough.

You haul yourself out of bed immediately, flipping lights on and throwing clothes over your body to get ready for the day. There’s a lot to be done, and you can’t wait to get started.

You have all day because it’s a long flight and they haven’t actually left yet, but still. There’s no time to waste.

+++

Hotch doesn’t know how time got so far away from him.

He texted with you when the jet landed, but you weren’t quite ready for him yet, so he went to the office with the rest of the team. His plan was to do paperwork for a few hours, then check back in with you.

Well, he worked for more than a few hours. And forgot to check in.

By the time he looks up, it’s well past the time when he was supposed to text you. It’s dark outside, for Christ’s sake.

He immediately calls you instead, but you send him straight to voicemail. He forgets all about the work he was doing and grabs his coat and keys.

He makes it home in less than half the normal time, but you’re not there. You’ve left a note on the counter, telling him you’ve gone for a drive to get a milkshake, and you don’t know what time you’ll feel like coming back.

He calls you again. Voicemail again.

This time, he leaves one for you. Telling you to come back -- begging, more like. His only hope is that it works, and that you’ll be walking through that door tonight.

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The sight before you makes your mouth water. And you hate it because you’re supposed to be angry, but you can’t be when your partner is sitting in front of you with his hands tied. Literally.

He took one of the chairs from the dining table and placed it in the middle of the living room. He’s out of his tie and has it tightened around his wrists, palms facing each other, fingers curled into fists.

“How did you even do that?” is the first question out of your mouth.

He chuckles. “You think I’d do something to you that I haven’t tried on myself?”

“Oh,” you squeak, but really, you’re thinking, that’s hot. “Right.”

You set your things down and lock the door behind you. You’re not sure exactly what to say. If you weren’t mad at him, you’d be on top of him right now. You’d be all over him. But you’re resisting, and you’re keeping your feet planted firmly here, by the front door.

“I’m sorry,” he says from his place in the living room.

“Is this your apology?” you deadpan, gesturing to his self-made predicament.

“Part of it,” he admits. “Do you want me to get up?”

You’re not sure what happened exactly to flip the switch, but something did.

You shake your head, lifting it to meet his eyes. “No. I’ll tell you when I want you to do something.”

He hears the shift too and he nods. “Yes ma’am.”

You like the sound of that.

With a heavy sigh, you cave.

Slowly, you strip your jacket from your shoulders. “Why weren’t you home on time?”

“I-I got caught up in paperwork--”

“We’ve talked about that, Aaron.”

“I know,” he replies, shameful.

“What should you have done?” you prompt him, hanging your jacket on the hook by the door. You spin around and cross your arms over your chest, waiting.

“I should’ve set an alarm,” he says. “Or three. To check in and keep myself aware of the time.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “Why didn’t you?”

“I forgot.”

You click your tongue. “Not a good enough answer.”

“I know,” he says quietly, hanging his head.

His head remains hung in shame as you walk over toward him, toeing off your shoes by the couch. Aaron registers the noise, but doesn’t lift his head until you tell him to.

“Look at me,” you murmur, standing in front of him, but not touching him. His hands are mere centimeters from your legs where they rest on his knees. You see him tighten his fists and you know he’s fighting the urge to reach out and touch you. “Lift your arms.”

Aaron does as he’s told, albeit confused. Until you sit down on his lap.

You face him, your breath caressing his lips. You reach up and guide his arms back down, looped around your neck.

“I would’ve had you tie them behind your back,” you comment, “but since you’re already like this, we’ll make do.”

He nods, looking into your eyes intently. It’s been so long since he’s kissed you. It’s torture for the both of you to have your faces this close, but not touching. It’s hurting you just as much as it is him, but you are determined to take your time.

You can feel him hardening beneath you, much quicker than you expected, but still it doesn’t surprise you. It’s been a while since the two of you have had sex, too. Not over the phone, at least.

You roll your hips, earning a low groan from the back of his throat. You smirk.

“I’m not sure what I want to do,” you muse, letting your fingers wander to the buttons on his shirt. You begin undoing them, one by one, while you speak. “I could take something that I’ve wanted for weeks. I could refuse to let you cum while I do it. Or,” you finish the last button and snake your cold hands over his warm, toned chest. “Or I could let you cum, on one condition.”

“What is it?” he asks quickly, already breathing hard. Between the way you’re sitting, straddling him, your scent, and your hands, he’s ready to burst. “I’ll do it.”

“You don’t even know what it is,” you chuckle. “It could be something you hate. Or not necessarily hate, but something you prefer not to do.”

At that moment, Aaron knows what you mean. And he doesn’t like it. But he also doesn’t like the alternative.

“Okay,” he says.

You grin. “Someone’s desperate.”

“You have no idea,” he replies.

“Believe me,” you snap. “I do.”

He frowns. “I’m sorry--”

“Be quiet,” you tell him, removing your hands from his chest, to instead work on removing your pants. “Lift your arms.”

He does, and you step back, stripping yourself of your pants and panties, kicking them away. He watches them wistfully, and you have to snap your fingers to bring his attention back to you.

You take your shirt off as well, loving the way his eyes darken when he sees you aren’t wearing a bra. And knowing that he can’t touch you.

You straddle him once more, noticing his bulge has gotten considerably larger.

If there’s one thing Aaron hates, it’s cumming in his pants. Especially when he could be touching your skin.

It makes a mess, sure, but the mess is always the least of his worries. He has them dry cleaned regardless. But it’s the pain. The agony. Being confined when you’re right there, stripped naked for him -- for yourself, really, because you’re angry with him right now. None of this is for him. This is all for you.

You guide his arms back around your neck, wanting to feel them there as you begin rocking your hips. You feel his muscles flex, the physical sign of his internal strife.

You’re sensitive on most days, but it’s especially bad when you haven’t felt him in a while. Just the feel of his dress pants against your core sends sparks through your entire body. Not to mention when you clit brushes against his belt.

You can’t stand it anymore, so you kiss him, hot and heavy, moaning into his mouth. He stretches his arms straight out, desperate for some relief. You pull him toward you by the back of his neck, your nails scraping his scalp.

His tongue easily finds yours and takes control. You let him, at least in this aspect, knowing he’s dying for it. You like it when he does, anyway, so this is an easy concession.

Your first climax comes soon, but it isn’t enough, so you don’t stop.

Without needing to be asked, Aaron goes for your neck, sucking and biting as you ride out your high. You keep his lips there, pressing your hand on the back of his neck. When the pressure is a little too hard, you hear him groan, and that’s enough to make you wild.

His hips jerk every now and again, the movement difficult on its own with the way he’s sitting and the way you’re grinding against him.

“I know you’re fighting it,” you murmur against his ear, sending chills down his arms. “You’re going to give in.”

The truth is, it is harder for him to climax when he’s constrained, but at the same time, he is fighting it right now. He hates that you noticed, that you know him well enough to catch it, but he doesn’t know why he’s surprised. You know him as if he is you. And the same goes for the way he knows you.

“Come on,” you press, lifting his head from your neck to look him in his eyes. Your lips brush against his as you say, “I want to hear you.”

He closes the gap between your lips with a fierce growl. The sound alone sends a wave of heat over your body, like molten lava poured overtop of you. You spread your legs wider, chasing your next climax, noticing for the first time how wet you’ve made the fabric of his pants. Or maybe some of it is from him, too.

“Let go,” you demand, lowering your hands to rake your nails over his chest. He shudders at the movement, his head falling onto your shoulder. His moans are broken, almost sobs. “Let me hear you, baby.”

You reach down and rub your clit, desperate to reach your climax at the same time as Aaron. Your sounds drive him over the edge.

He tenses, cries. His hips jerk in sync with yours, and you feel him twitch beneath you -- a harsh movement for you to be able to feel it through the layers.

You drive your hips down toward his, already cumming when he finally breaks, and climaxes with a shout. It lasts much longer than normal, purely because of how constricted his movements are.

“That’s it,” you murmur, pressing your chest against his, relishing in the sweet pleasure of your simultaneous highs. “That’s it, baby.”

He rests his head on your shoulder, his chest heaving.

“Are you okay?” you ask, chuckling a little when he nods.

“I’m great, I’m— Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Here, let me.”

“No, I got it,” Aaron flexes his wrists and the tie comes off, falling to the ground.

Your eyes widen. “That’s hot.”

“Really?” he laughs, smoothing his hands down your arms.

“Oh yeah,” you nod, holding his face. He’s still hard beneath you. “Continue in the bedroom?”

His only response is standing up, with you in his arms, carrying you down the hall for more ‘apologies’.

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foreverrogers · 2 years

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james- so basically reader being extremely seductive and luring peter in to touch which we all know he would fall easily for and yeah, peter fucking reader from behind cos she asked for it. just reader being seductive and more of a dom and peter reading to do what reader asks for

filthy filthy filthy filthy filthy

cw: smut!! 18+!! minors DNI this is literally just porn!!! sub!peter but also switch!peter? r asks him to be more aggressive and he's into it, hjs <3 {1k}

james - as in... E. L. ... which means it's sexy time!!!! send me a prompt/trope and a character and I'll write you.... literally just the porn ;)

"what would you do for me, baby?"

you're looking down at him through half-lidded eyes, so close that you're breathing the same hot hair, all sweet and sticky and heavy with pleasure as it slips between open mouths. he always goes slack when you get him like this, bare and achingly hard beneath you, begging for more friction than the steady pace of your hand is giving him.

your free hand is around his jaw, keeps his face in place so he has to look you right in the eye.

"anything," he breathes, doesn't miss a beat, always one to offer himself over to you without hesitation. "fuck, if you keep touching me like that i would do fucking anything."

it makes you smile, the open desperation in his voice, the knowledge that all it ever took was your hand and a couple filthy words for him to get this needy. you kiss the corner of his mouth, trail down his jaw and scrape your teeth lightly over his pulse, lips brushing the shell of his ear as you speak. "and what about fucking me harder tonight, baby, would you do that for me?"

"like w-" the next twist of your hand makes him gasp, has you sitting firmly back against his knees to stop him from bucking up into your fist. he knew better, knew that he didn't get anything you didn't selfishly give him on nights like this.

you lean back to watch him, the slack in his jaw, the pinch of his eyebrows, that burning haze behind his eyes. the hand at his jaw slips behind him to tug at the hair at the nape of his neck, tilts his face up to you. "like flipping me over, shoving my face into the mattress, fucking me from behind until i can't think straight. want it so hard I can still feel you in the morning, baby. want you to mark me up and leave me all sore and sated. that sound good, honey? think you can do that for me?"

peter's looking at you like the words of god have just come out of your mouth, looks like he's about to get on his knees and start worshipping you. he also looks like he's about to cum, so fucking hard in your hand, every muscle in his thighs and his abdomen pulling taut.

you kiss him right as you pull away, both hands tangling through his hair, swallowing up all those pretty little whines that slip from the back of his throat at the loss of contact. "asked you a question sweetheart," you whisper, lips still brushing over his, kiss him deceptively soft for what you're asking for. and then there's that smile you give him, the one that makes him sink his fingers into the flesh of your hip, the tug of your bottom lip between your teeth as you grin.

you press closer, brush against his achingly hard cock with the light cotton of your underwear. you roll your hips a little, just so he can feel the soaked fabric gathering beneath you. it makes his breath hitch, the murmur of a "yes" you're not satisfied with.

"louder," you say, sharp as you take his jaw back in your grasp. it makes his lips pucker a little, slick and kiss-bitten. "tell me how you're gonna fuck me."

peter groans, a low moan that spreads from the base of his throat into your hand. he sounds breathless when he speaks, strained. "hard."

"show me, then."

he's fast, agile even with the ache in his lower stomach and the fog in the brain, has you picked up by the waist and flipped over onto your back in an instant.

he's between your legs, on his knees and crawling down your body, rucks up your shirt and leaves a sloppy trail of kisses down your stomach before he's kneeling.

there's the slip of the sheets beneath your as peter grabs at your thighs and drags you down the bed, the hot path he traces as he roughly pulls your panties down your legs.

all the sudden movement makes you laugh, and peter matches your surprised amusement with just the glint of a smile before he's bending your parted knees and flipping you back over.

it's an indulgence, all this manhandling, a tiny show of that spidey strength you had always begged him to use in the bedroom. he had remained adamant he didn't want to hurt you, but he also hadn't realised until tonight how much you wanted his touch to bruise.

"jesus, fuck, look at you."

you're stretching out across the bed, arms slipping up the mattress as you deepen the arch of your back and lift your ass into the air.

peter shoves his knee between your legs, makes you gasp as he spreads you open. he can see the crude glistening of your cunt in the dim light, and the sight of you all sticky and soaked for him makes him impossibly harder.

you feel the warmth of his frame slipping over your back, the press of his cock against your lower back and the snaking of his hand under your shirt to grope at your waist and your breasts. peter breathes hot against your ear. "this how you want it, baby? want me to fuck you like a filthy little slut?"

the change in his tone has already got you fluttering around nothing, makes you wiggle your ass and arch your back even further until you hear the light hiss against your ear. "yes."

"good." peter's hand at the back of your neck keeps your face pushed down, cheek flush with the mattress as he kneels back up straight. he's lining himself up with you, grasp going deliciously tight with the first contact. "'cause i'm gonna give you exactly what you want, sweetheart."

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shadow-yato · 5 months

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TGS x MH: The Premise! (Jackson and Holt Centric)

Things to establish!

-My version of MH is used, so some things may be different than canon

-MH and TGS take place in the same universe, just different points at time

-Jackson and Holt’s trigger changed to night and day once again (because otherwise, Holt would not be able to appear at all! Not without modern outlets)

-The AU takes place shortly after Jasper’s recruitment.

Due to a lodger’s shenanigans, Jackson (and Holt) end up in 1885 London, from 2012 New Salem. Said lodger promptly dumps Jackson on Jekyll.

Jekyll, with enough scrutiny on the society, decides to keep this whole ordeal a secret. (The lodger swore to secrecy after some coaxing and bribery)

Jekyll talks one on one with Jackson and learns of their connection. That Jackson is his great grandchild and that he inherited more than just his name. Jackson had a Hyde. Just like him.

He (and Hyde) internally deals with the implications of Jackson and Holt. The fact he has a great grandchild means he’ll marry at some point (did he move on from Lanyon?). The fact HJ-7 became so potent in their blood, it was genetically passed down. What will happen to them?

Pushing that aside, a cover story was established. Jackson (and Holt) are there under the guise of being new lodgers, hiding their relation to Jekyll (and Hyde) With Jackson’s love for Mad science, he fit right in.

The machine that transported Jackson( and Holt) had broken. The only thing way to get the replacement parts is at the Black Fog Bazaar (which said Lodger has been promptly banned from)

Well that’s no problem, Hyde can just get it for them! The machine can be fixed up, Jackson (and Holt) can be sent on their way and everything can go back to normal!

Then Frankenstein and the fire happened.

It complicates things to say the least.

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I plan to flesh out this concept further, but I just wanted to get it out there! Please send me asks if you have any questions or fun ideas for this AU! 😊

#jackson jekyll #holt hyde #monster high #tgs hyde #tgs jekyll #the glass scientists #edward hyde #henry jekyll #the lodger involved is an OC #since no canon lodger deals with time travel (I think)#tgs x mh au

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meerawrites · 4 months

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First/Last line tag...

Tagged by: @scifimagpie, @mrbexwrites, @gracehosborn @pb-dot, and @jmhwritesstuff thank you. <3

Tagging: @musicboxmemories, @amberlynnmurdock, @malicious-compliance-esq and @arrthurpendragon (if you want).

Anti-hero.

Chapter 31: His and mine are the same

(the crossover of all time move over every superhero franchise... ever /hj)

Audrey had gone to bed, until the next night, and the next, and so it continued. When she heard cannon fire she assumed the worst– she could not help it. Fate, or maybe, the backhand of God was seldom kind. She’d lost it all before, she was a liar, a killer and a public ledger, after all, and he a spy, why should either of them live after all they’ve done. If justice existed– but then, it didn’t. The world was bleak and cruel, and yet Audrey still found some light in it, just please– live. I love you- I need you, just… please. She did not spare him for him to become a tragedy of war against empire… just, please. October 20th, 1781. Clip–clop-clip–clop–clip-clop. Yankee Doodle keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy, Mind the music and the step, And with the girls be handy. --------------------------------------------------------- “You’re alive,” Audrey repeated astonished. “Of course I am,” Tallmadge said blue eyes looking at her with some new renewed astonishment. Now, Audrey did not know anything of military strategy, one of the few things she didn’t know. “We won,” Benjamin added with a boyish grin, a weight seeming to have left him, finally. “Cornwallis trapped himself, he couldn’t even show up to formally surrender,” Tallmadge added a bit smugly. All at once a flood of other fears and questions, so many questions, crossed Benjamin’s well informed mind. Then he looks rather aghast, as though he was recalling something he would rather not. “Help me,” Tallmadge managed weakly, but it was desperate and earnest, after all he had seen. It sounded rather more like a distract me to Madam Audrey. So, that she would do.

#meerawrites #fic: anti hero #ben tallmadge #benjamin tallmadge #oc: Audrey #ben x oc #canon x oc #vampire x human #turn fanfiction #turn: washington's spies #turn washington's spies #turn amc #amc turn #american revolution #18th century #historical fiction #gothic horror #queue are more than what people see

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denial-permanente · 1 year

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Hi,

First of all, I want to thank you and Tom for the interesting real life chastity blog.

Different than many other blogs that are based on men’s chastity fantasies. This doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying them 😊.

We are a couple in our mid 50’s and this year we are happily married for 35 years. We are young at mind and fully enjoy life as it is supposed to be.

Since my childhood I have affection for bondage and other kinky stuff in contrary of my wife.

However, she knows my kinks and all those years she does efforts to understand this and she helps me out to fore fill my needs.

In the mid 90’s we watched on national a TV show regarding special fetish and taboos. There was an interview with Mr Walter Goethals of Carrara design experimenting with male chastity devices.

At that moment I also knew that chastity was something for me.

With internet more information on male chastity became available. When the CB6000 came out I purchased one and started to experiment with It. Sometimes I was locked for 3 weeks. However, the plastic case in 2 longitude parts gave me painful issues.

To make a longs story short, over several years we ordered several chastity cages and finally I have this cheap metal case from Alibaba that works fine, together with an anti-pull-out ring.

Our sex life is/was always good and I liked to experiment with new techniques to please my wife. Already since more than 30 years I don’t cum if my wife doesn’t cum first.

Since my wife likes penetration and likes to give me HJ and BJ, it was not always easy for her when I was locked. Sometimes she taught I didn’t like her or that I wasn’t happy with her performances. So we talked many times on the subject and the last 4 years she locked me for 2-3 weeks with some long term intervals. But as you mention in your blog, once you tried chastity, it stays in the mind and you want to go back being locked.

Since last year both our children are out house, and so we have more time for us.

Last January my wife had the NY party at work and I was alone at home. So I put myself in strict self-bondage with a sensory deprivation hood, chastity cage eo.

I texted my wife in advance not to be scared when she came home during the night. This was not the first time I did that, but she is always afraid that an accident would happen.

That night she came home relaxed, reacted positive and again understood my needs. We made love and she came from orally, and I didn’t cum😊.

From that night I’m locked up day and night.

However, she decided to unlock me twice to make love. I stayed unlocked during the night what result in a good night sleep (*).

My wife holds the key, and the spare key is in a sealed envelope in case of emergency.

Now since last week I found your Tumblr blog and I love it. Both the point of view from you both. I couldn’t agree more.

Furthermore, it helped me to introduce my wife to keep me locked longer then before and if she agrees permanently.

Since my wife doesn’t really like to go on Tumblr, I copy-paste your Q&A in a word document so my wife could read about your lifestyle as a chastity couple and the advantage of it if we/she implemented in our marriage.

It is now 27 days that I’m locked and, I hope that it is the first 27 days of a permanent chastity, fully managed by my wife.

In the meantime, I ordered a Vixskin and harness together with a t° regulated water heater. 😊

If my wife can enjoy the Vixskin we can go for the Vixskin-X, but this is not yet available in the EU. If I order it from the US with tax and import duty this become +/- 500$

This all said I have a question for you both, but particularly for Tom.

During the day I have no issues wearing the cage, but during the night it is sometimes terrible when I get an erection, which is normal. This always result in stretching the skin below my cage ring and makes me wake up several times during the night.

Before I go to sleep, I always use anti chafe cream to allow movement for the skin in the cage, but still.

When I wake up, I can concentrate to make him soft again.

The problem is that I don’t have a good night sleep with negative results during daytime.

Any idea how I can get over this issue?

Tank you and keep up the good work.

Regards

Wow, there is a lot to comment on here. 😅

First I am glad that you and your wife really talk about this. Too many times we get questions or messages from men who just push this on their wives and the wife has no idea what to do with all of this. But it seems that you and your wife talk about this.

I hope that you talked to her about using the Vixskin before you ordered it. I am pretty sure there are stores over there where you can get it cheaper than ordering from the US. I'll let my husband answer the rest of this. 🔐

Tom here. My wife is correct; lovehoney.co.uk sells Vixskin products (and other nice items. I've been there and am happy to give a shout out).

Unfortunately, the only thing that will help you adapt to wearing the cage is to keep wearing the cage. It may take a couple of months wearing it overnight to allow your body to get used to those erections in the middle of the night.

Make sure that you use good lube around the cuff ring to keep your skin from "burning" (it's really stretching). Also, I do not know what cage you have, but one that is smaller inside, that is, a more narrow diameter, will prevent your penis from expanding. That will help.

Note that I am not recommending those nub cages. You may have to try several different designs to find one that is comfortable for you.

#chastity question

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astolary · 2 years

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Hello! Saw you’re taking some request so can I please chamber x reader who has this weird condition where they sleep for a very long time and one day they just never woke up but is still breathing and heart beating, so he seek help from the valorant protocol ?

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟏 .

( Synopsis ) Take it from someone who lost a universe.

( Author’s Note ) Believe it or not, this is the first time I wrote angst so I have no idea how I did— but I hope you like it :D

Part 2 Chamber x reader x Cypher? /hj

( Pairing ) Chamber x GN! Reader x Cypher

( Content Warnings ) Angst, cursing, red flags in a toxic relationship, mentions of death. Cypher appears a good half of the work.

( Word Count ) 0.9k words // EDITED!

PART ONE || PART TWO

"Merci for the wonderful dinner, mon amour."

Chamber smiled warmly at you. But unlike his usual smile towards others, his smile met his eyes. He was sincere.

The night above the both of you was midnight black, specks of hanging white stars scattered in the gentle moonlight. Honey bees went back to rest as fireflies roamed the peaceful atmosphere, ready to conquer the evening. The fireflies were almost like small lanterns, dancing freely with their loved ones without a care in the world. They were alive, basking in the simple of purest moments.

It was a disappointment that their lights flickered out once the sun rose.

You smiled back, albeit bashfully. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Apparently, fireflies are more active around these parts so I thought it would be nice to dine here."

He nodded, too engrossed in admiring your features. He leaned back in his chair. Was love a sinner's sin? He couldn't help but think. You deserved far more.

You were biting your lip. Was there something you were nervous about?

"Um, so, Vincent."

"Hm?"

You muttered lines under your breath, what were you going to ask?

"I was wondering—"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Chamber's watch blinks three times. The color red. He was needed for work.

And Chamber knew the hope in your soul was extinguished slowly until it became a flickering flame. But he didn't address the problem.

"Apologies, I need to be excused." He stood up and tried to quickly leave to avoid questions.

"Can you at least tell me your job?!"

You burst out, standing up while slamming your hands on the table. The table rattled at the sudden force, utensils, and plates bouncing and clattering. You were annoyed at how many times your time together was interrupted, leading to fights now and then.

The time you both spent together was interrupted. Again. Especially during your anniversary.

Chamber combed his fingers through his hair. The both of you were having this argument again. He'll just keep quiet.

He wished he could tell you. But would you leave his side if he revealed all the lies he's said? Yes.

Chamber said nothing and continued walking towards who knows where.

Before he left, he turned over his shoulder, and spoke, "Make sure to call me when you are home safe, alright?"

No response. He was going to keep quiet? Fine. You were too.

Chamber sighed audibly and continued walking out. The both of you can talk about this sometime else.

—

"Chamber, wake up."

The French jolted up from his slumber, a rather harsh force bumping on top of his head. "It's about (Name)."

Immediately, all of Chamber's attention was on Cypher. The two men were inside the infirmary, your figure sleeping soundly on the mattress.

You never called him after that. He figured you were ignoring him out of spite, so he gave you space. He waited, and waited, and waited. He spaced out while Brimstone gave a rundown of the plan, he was silent while his team gave multiple call-outs.

He couldn't wait any longer. Chamber will visit your house after the mission, just to make sure you're alright.

Only to find you passed out on the floor. You weren't dead, you weren't dead. You were still breathing, your heartbeat was just fine. Why aren't you waking up?

"At first, we deduce that your counterpart ambushed them." Cypher informed him, "We found the fingerprints. Evidence clear as day. But it was impossible, the time of the 'ambush' was the same time we were on the battlefield with our mirrors. And your mirror self was there. Plus, we all know how much you like to clear your tracks, so that possibility was off the list." (Chamber and Cypher never commented on the last sentence.)

Cypher leaned against the door, playing with the tripwire in his hands. "Now, take a guess, how were they harmed? Hm?"

Chamber put the pieces together. If they found in the evidence it was his fingerprints, and he was the last one to touch you—

"—my tattoos."

"Bingo! You just won a billion dollars!" Cypher barked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Now I've been keeping this inside me for a long, long time. Nobody trusts you."

"With all the secrets you’re keeping, nobody likes them. And we all have our secrets! But yours is the worst. Whatever your tattoos are made of, we know there's radianite involved in there. That harmed your lover, they were exposed to it for so long that their health ultimately got harmed. I knew you were heartless, but not this heartless!"

"Congratulations! And the best significant other award goes to you! I never knew so much mistrust and secrets could be involved in a relationship. You don't deserve them."

Dread filled Chamber's soul. His heart thundered inside his head, he couldn't feel anything. Make it stop, make it stop—

It won't stop. Out of the two, they knew who was in the right and who was in the wrong.

The Moroccan threw a posh velvet box on his lap, that was not how you treat a lover. He would never treat Nora like that.

"Sage found that in their pockets while she was watching over them. I believe they were going to propose to you, despite all the downs in your relationship." Cypher dragged the 'L' in all for a good few seconds, preparing to exit the door. "It was probably out of desperation, the two of you against the world with only one trying."

"We'll try to find a cure. But, for fucks sake, before they wake up, please get your life straight before loving your whole world. Take it from someone who lost a universe."

Chamber clutched the box in his hands, refusing to admit his co-worker was right.

Isn't it such a shame fireflies never lived long? Little did both of you know as the warmth around you died, the time you would spend together in the future died as well.

astolary 2022 — do not edit, repost, or translate.

#（ ❁ଓ.° ）#（ ❁ଓ.° ） astro! valorant #valorant #valorant headcanons #valorant protocol #valorant x reader #valorant scenarios #chamber x reader #valorant chamber x reader #cypher x reader #valorant cypher x reader

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lavender-at-heart · 2 years

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Poe dating a Jedi would include:

*not my gif*

Pairing(s): Poe Dameron x gn!Jedi!reader

Warnings: mentions of war

Genre: fluff , romance

Notes: requests are open! Sorry the fics have been so short recently

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When he first met you he was totally fan-girling

"hi! I'm _____"

"I know."

Asked you all the questions he could think of

"so are you like a wizard?"

Would beg you to use your lightsaber

"not if you wanna keep your fingers"

When you'd first met you thought he was a arrogant strong headed pilot that you didn't pay much mind to

But even when you first met you felt a pull. A pull to him that got even stronger the longer you knew him.

At first he thought he'd be out of your league, super cool magical and pretty/handsome Jedi and a pilot? Ya right.

But then he started thinking that you might like him too

you never got angry or ticked off at him, even when he did something really stupid.

You'd blush when he'd grab your hand or give you a hug

And you'd offer him to sit in with you during your meditation time, your sacred alone time.

He didn't even know how to meditate but he enjoyed sitting with you in the silence of your room or the forest.

He was absolutely smitten by you, you were everything he wasn't : calm , calculated, and wise.

So one night, one late night, he worked up the courage to ask you out

"hey- hi! So...um- I really like you. Like really really like you and uh yeah- maybe just maybe you'd wanna go out with me?"

You had never seen him so nervous , and I mean how could you say no to him?

Since then you've both been having the time of your lives

He taught you how to better your piloting skills and would take you for rides and show off all of the fancy tricks he knew

And you taught him that blowing things up is not always the answer

You taught him how to meditate and keep in check with his emotions

Told him everything you knew about the force

You loved going on walks with him in the forest, all you could feel was just you, Poe and the trees

Ok and maybe- 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 , you'd let him try out your lightsaber

You'd have to go to a big empty place so he doesn't end up decapitating someone

If you wanted to get married , the wedding would have to be small and short cuz ya know- w a r.

But that doesn't mean it would be any less amazing

You'd set up a small wedding area in the forest near the base

✨sci-fiforestweddingcore✨

Invite everyone in the resistance

This mf would show up in a leather jacket/hj

Finn would be the best man

And Rey would be the bridesmaid/other best man

General organa would marry you

When the war was finally over at first you and Poe didn't know what to do

You had been exposed to war your whole life, there has never been a time without it

You settled on Poe's home planet of yavin 4 , even built yourselves a nice little home with a garden and pond , a place you could spend the rest of eternity in

You'd make sure to live somewhere quiet so you could meditate and study but close enough to the hanger where Poe's x-wing lay sleeping

Poe remained a resistance pilot but didn't have to leave home so much

And you decided to continue your Jedi studies , trying to learn as much as you could . You also helped people in the town as much as you could , even started teaching some of the local children about the force and Jedi

Sometimes Poe would let you read some of your Jedi texts to him.

You knew he couldn't comprehend them very well but you still felt grateful that he wanted to learn , and he saw how much you loved it.

Honestly you never thought that after all you've been through that you would be able to have peace , settle down and maybe even start a family.

#star wars #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron headcanon #poe dameron one shot #oscar issac #the force awakens

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lovinggreeniehours · 19 days

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🥺can i have story time from arion?

i wanna bug you more about artem actually. so tell me more about you two got together? who fell first? slow burn or pretty quick to pick up?

AND ALSO do you and artem have a favorite movie you two like watching together? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 (@comfortingstars)

you will get literally ANYTHING you ask for!!!!! because i like you lots <3

firstly, movie nights are Such a big thing for them wait wait wait i have an old doodle hdsgkfsfhj <3

they have their own set of favorite movies but the mutually agreed upon ones that they've watched together are probably the knives out movies and now you see me 1

okay real story time now >:) (sorry lmao this got so long)

short version: THEY TOOK LIKE. 10 YEARS TO GET TOGETHER 🤡 do you know how stupid they look to their friends lmao

long version they were friends!! in college!!!! hmm the details are fuzzy because it's been a while but iirc they had a class together, and had to work together for a partnered project. they both have horrible people skills so making friends outside of the project was a little hard. and eventually, they just kept gravitating towards each other until they suddenly realized they were. best friends(?) yeah let's go with that

at some point very early on in the friendship, knightley got a bit of a crush on him. which he confessed when they became more comfortable with each other. he was rejected, since ar.tem didn't want to get involved in any kind of dating life yet. but after some awkward tip-toeing around each other they went back to being best friends in no time

halfway into college, they got sick of the dorms and decided they would be much better roommates for each other than everyone else and proceeded to move into ar.tem's house. not in a gay way i promise. they only cuddle sometimes i swear-

okay now the Really funny thing happens after they graduate. and after ar.tem gets every single promotion he could ever get

he Does like knightley, he realizes. but ever since that confession incident, knightley has been incredibly focused on never crossing ar.tem's boundaries ever 💀 which manifests in knightley going "ar.tem's such a good friend <3 he's my best friend <3 that i am not gay about nor interested in at all <3 very platonic best friends <3" whenever asked /hj

this in itself isn't a problem though. ar.tem is actually very happy that his best friend holds him in such high regard. but. he kind of. also wants to kiss him. and he's not sure that's happening anymore. so what now 🤡 he lays awake at night wondering why he didn't go on a date with him like a decade ago

knightley does like him! and want to kiss him! very much. not a single thing has changed at all. it's just that both of them are very used to This now. and they aren't sure what to do about it so they just didn't 😭😭😭

but one day, ar.tem forgets something at home and leaves for work without realizing it. so knightley has to head there to drop it off for him and. ar.tem is never hearing the end of it from his colleagues hi celes.tine ("so 😳 who was that" "none of your business" "is 😳 is it your 😳 boyfr-" "IM GOING BACK TO WORK")

it's mostly her and rosa then trying to nudge him in the right direction 😭 it's a very slow, sweet kind of slowburn. just growing and evolving together as people

i imagine later on, knightley finds out about n.xx. i haven't decided yet if they get together before or after that happens

eventually, they do confess. there's a sort of new year party at the law firm and everyone keeps telling ar.tem to invite knightley

("you know if you kiss someone at midnight on new year they say it's good luck 🤭" "rosa please stop")

between that and knightley hanging around his room that night while he worked, ar.tem's resolve crumbled really fast. with the amount of hesitance and blushing ar.tem went through trying to ask him the question (like. as if he were asking him on a date), knightley had to put two and two together. so yes he did get that good luck kiss 👍 everyone clap. it took them an entire decade for this

#i definitely plan on making a more detailed/formally spoken summary for arte.mrion one day. but this will do for now jdshkgdjgdhn #thank you hazeeeee <33 i hope you have a good night hdshlgddhj #feel free to bug me about anything all the time hfsgkfshhsgjk #ari.asks #mine #meet me at midnight.♡#haze.tag

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LOLOLLLL

I copy/pasted this from Buzzfeed. Dated March of 2015. It's the kind of piss-taking I can totally get behind. They claim they got drunk and had this conversation... this was basically my inner monologue while watching the series completely sober.

Everyone Is Talking About “Poldark” So We Got Drunk And Watched It

Because, you know, Aidan Turner.

If Sunday night Twitter is anything to go by, however, Poldark is mostly a showcase for the brooding charms of Aidan Turner – an unreasonably sexy man last seen being an unreasonably sexy dwarf in Peter Jackson's Hobbit trilogy – here playing the facially and emotionally scarred Ross Poldark with an unreasonably sexy intensity.

This week we (Daniel Dalton and Hannah Jewell) watched the first two episodes of the show. Here's what we learned.

Daniel Dalton: Had you heard about the show before we watched it?

Hannah Jewell: I knew nothing about this show, other than the fact that it was arousing the middle-aged women of Britain quite effectively.

DD: I knew nothing either. Insert period drama here. I didn’t even know there were books. Shall we start with a plot summary?

HJ: This is a show about dangerous cliffs and even more dangerous men.

DD: This is a show about buying a mine, sexily.

HJ: This is a show about responsible agricultural landownership, but sexy.

DD: This is a show about the one sunny weekend in Cornwall. With sexy results.

DD: Okay, so to summarise, Ross Poldark – Aidan Turner – has been fighting a war and everyone thinks he’s dead and then he comes back all sexy and his ex is about to marry his cousin, who is a proper wet fish.

HJ: And cliffs.

DD: There are three clifftop scenes in the first 10 minutes. Happy cliff, sad cliff, horseback cliff. I lost count after that...

HJ: Pretty sure there was another sad cliff shortly after the horseback cliff.

DD: This is a show about gazing wistfully from clifftops.

HJ: He gets back and his dad is dead and his estate is worthless. He wants to get a loan but no one will lend to him. Poor, sexy Poldark.

DD: It's really hard to get a loan these days, to be fair.

HJ: What year was it set?

DD: Like, 2014 I think. Or 2013. The recession hit everyone pretty hard.

HJ: OK, so it's the 1780s. I googled it. I feel like the whole thing is hinged around this utterly unconvincing love triangle. Like, 'I wonder who she’ll end up with – the wet fish or the dark, rugged, passionate one the show’s named after?'

DD: They put a lot of effort into lighting Aidan Turner's magnificence, and forgot about dramatic tension. I got up to get whiskey every time they talked about arranged marriages or mining. Honestly, any time Poldark wasn’t on-screen I kinda zoned out.

HJ: You kept checking Twitter.

DD: Yes.

HJ: What does Twitter have that Poldark doesn’t?

DD: Personal validation. Everything about Poldark makes me feel terrible about myself. He’s so handsome.

HJ: I may not have been paying attention the whole time either. Mostly I was assessing our whiskey situation.

DD: Here are some questions I had: How does he keep his stubble so on point? In TV, why is it always so easy to rip sheets? Am I just weak? Why does no one in film ever eat quietly? I wanted to stab out my eardrums with a fork. Also, in period dramas, how do they all learn the dance? Is there just one? Do they have a seminar? These are the things I was thinking about while watching Poldark. I was pretty Poldrunk.

HJ: Polsame.

DD: Loldark.

HJ: OK plot. Poldark arrives back in town and of course the wedding is in a fortnight. They would have done it immediately, or in a month’s time, but then they wouldn’t have been able to say “the wedding’s in a fortnight”. It’s the most tragic amount of time. Also, this is why you should never remarry when your lover dies in war. Because they always surprise you later, being alive and well and ruggedly handsome. Every time.

DD: Just never leave, or if you leave, never come back. Or just never love anyone. Love is the worst.

HJ: Remind me to never run through a meadow upon a cliff by the sea at sunset – you’re just asking for future plot trouble.

DD: And for some reason everyone was obsessed with mines. I was like, ‘Wait! Is this a show about a guy getting a mine?’ I felt like I’d been tricked into watching a show about mining by Aidan Turner’s eyebrow game.

HJ: He’s like a sexy venture capitalist. But instead of the next Tinder clone, he’s got like, a shit mine.

DD: And still he stayed and tried to make a go of his mine. The most implausible part was that he didn’t want to leave Cornwall.

DD: Aidan Turner might be a good actor, but I have no idea. He walks around being moody about things. And sexy. He always looks like he forgot what he went into the room for. The answer is always sexiness.

HJ: Man loves to stare out a window. He knows his angles. And his retorts. Poldark loves a zinger.

DD: He does. And he loves hammering things. And building walls with his bare hands. And carrying fairly light bales of straw. He’s a saint. A saint I tell you. Sexily sainting around, with his saintly eyebrows.

HJ: I wanted more Aidan Turner. I felt like I’d been promised more. There was a bit when he was swimming and I was like “OH YEAHHH HERE HE IS ALL NEKKID AND SWIMMING” but it was too far away. And only for like, two seconds.

DD: Even I wanted more. Polboner.

HJ: Like zoom in, BBC. Zoom in. Fuck.

DD: What about Elizabeth?

HJ: Again, it’s like, I see you, I see your proportionate facial structure, I see your ample bosom, I see your forbidden glances, but in the end I’m still like, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

DD: So her whole deal is she used to be with Poldark and now she’s with his cousin, whasisname.

HJ: Francis.

DD: I felt Poldark could do better, to be fair. She seems nice. But also, like, how are you just gonna go ahead and marry his cousin? Poldark is so goddamn sexy. Everyone’s loins would be ablaze at all times in his presence. Her dad would be like, “You better fuck Poldark before I do.”

HJ: It's like a gun in a Chekhov play: If you have a man this sexy in a costume drama, he has to get laid.

HJ: Why was it always sunny in the late 18th century?

DD: They filmed it on August bank holiday. Everyone knows that it’s the only sunny time of the year.

HJ: This would all be much more believable if it rained, like, once. They’re probably saving up the rainy scene for when they do sex. That’s how sex works, see.

DD: Everyone sounds like Hagrid. "Yer a wizard, Poldark." Actually that would have been a better show. Everything is hyper glossy and luscious. It looks like Broadchurch. Like Broadchurch: The Poldark Years.

HJ: Why are Poldark's servants constantly boning? SERVANT MAN CANNOT STOP FUCKING HIS SERVANT WIFE.

DD: There was nothing else to do in the 1780s. You were either fucking or gazing wistfully from clifftops, into distances, etc.

HJ: The servants are like, “Hey, how many stereotypical places can we fuck?” so far they’ve done 1) haystack, 2) meadow.

DD: Maybe they have a checklist. A fucklist. A fuckitlist.

HJ: Being wealthy in the 1780s just meant strolling forlornly through some hedgerows being pursued by a nervous man named Francis.

DD: Wait, who is Francis?

HJ: His cousin. Fishface.

DD: Oh, fuck that guy. I genuinely thought Ross was going to murder him in the mine. “Here, cousin. Come down this mine with me. Let me murder you, in the face. With sexiness.”

HJ: “Maybe we can find you a stronger chin down here.”

DD: Then he tries to drown him. Bit of drowning never hurt anyone.

HJ: Like, you grew up in Cornwall and you can’t swim mate.

DD: His lack of ability to swim is odd because he’s such a wet fish.

HJ: Then there was the maid.

DD: Demelza. They kept calling her "the child" like she’s not the same age as them.

HJ: She’s like, 23. The second she turned up I knew she’d be well fit under all that grime, and that it was only a matter of time before they boned.

DD: Yes. She’s a redhead. Of course she was going to turn out gorgeous. After an angry bath.

HJ: By the fourth episode he'll be like, “I’m such an egalitarian that I *suppose* I'll fuck this hot redhead even though she's a bit poor.”

DD: “Society may be prejudiced against your poverty, but my dick sure ain’t.”

HJ: But no. No sex for her. Not yet anyway.

DD: Just a frolick or two. She had a bath then frolicked in a meadow. There’s really nothing else to do in Cornwall if you're not fucking and you don’t like cliffs.

DD: Speaking of which, there was distinct lack of boning in this.

HJ: Absolutely. Like in this even the IMPLIED boning is rubbish. The best we got was when Francis touches Elizabeth’s shoulder for a second, but it cut away immediately. Not that I would have wanted to see THAT sex.

DD: Imagine fucking that guy.

HJ: He’d just stare at you, stroking himself with two hands.

DD: If this were HBO it would be bone central. Wall-to-wall boning. Cliffs and boning.

HJ: There were THREE potential sex scenes in the second episode and they were ALL cut away from.

DD: What channel is this on again?

HJ: CBeebies.

DD: Clearly this is an issue. Someone needed to fuck. On camera.

HJ: There’s the bit where Poldark was in town and Elizabeth was also in town and she just handed him a pile of linens she had purchased and their hands kinda touched and that’s supposed to pass for sex in this show.

DD: Fuck hands. I wanted their crotches to touch.

HJ: I wanted to see some full-on dick.

DD: We’re terrible people. Maybe Poldark is fine, and it’s us that’s awful.

DD: Honestly, I don’t even know what the big deal is about this show.

HJ: Me neither. I felt like I needed a murder or a boob to keep me going.

DD: Game of Thrones has ruined us. Without murders or boobs, what is there? I’m so unengaged. This is just a bunch of people being miserable near cliffs. I’m not sure I can recommend this.

HJ: If it just had a believable romance.

DD: All it has is Aidan Turner. Maybe that’s all it needs.

HJ: Yeah, to be fair, by the end I was like, ‘Ohhhh, I get it now.’ I was also drunk.

DD: I mean. I'm going to keep watching it. Because Aidan Turner. Obvs.

HJ: Obvs.

#poldark bbc #taking the piss #lololol #period drama #yes to all of this

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Hi hi hi, how are you? And how about a GN!MC who's like Al/Koko from Pokémon the Movie: Secrets of the Jungle, Or Razor from Genshin Impact? Like an MC who's parents died and was raised by Wolves or some creature, and Solomon as MC's childhood friend and the one who taught MC.. "Human Stuff"?? (Even tho he's old but let's pretend he faked being a kid for a while /hj THOSE CHILDHOOD FRIEND SOLOMON STUFF EXISTS I ALWAYS JUST THOUGHT HE HAD SOME SPELL TO TURN HIMXINTO A KID) Like the language/vocabulary and how to walk on 2 legs (bc MC was taught to walk on all 4s by the wolves/creatures), can I have this with the brothers, dateables and luke? Like their reaction on MCs past and how Solomon was the one who taught them stuff

Demon Brothers, Dateables, And Luke With An MC Who Was Raised By Wolves ❤️💛💙💚💖🧡💜❤️💙🤍🤍

Hi! Thank you for being my first obey me request! I assume that because Solomon taught MC he doesn't need headcannons? But if you did want Solomon please let me know!

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Lucifer ❤️

"Ah so that's why you get along with Cerberus so well."

Like most of his brothers he really wouldn't have a big reaction

It's not that he doesn't care

He's just got so much work to do

But on occasion he'll ask you to tell him something about your childhood ❤️

Mammon 💛

The main brother who makes a big deal out of it

He has so many questions

To the point where it keeps him up at night

So he likes to ask you questions

But not at normal times no no

At 3 in the morning, in the middle of class, just times when you're really busy

And you have to answer him

Because he won't stop nagging you about it until you do

Please I also feel like if he was in trouble with some random demons over money he'd say something like

" Y-You wanna beat ME up? Okay. But I'll have you know that my human was raised by wolves and they aren't forgiving!"💛

Leviathan 💙

He also makes a big deal about it

But not as much as mammon

When you tell him about it he'll probably call you a protag from a random anime that fits this exact situation that he knows

He'll probably make you reenact scenes from the anime, cosplay, things of that nature

He likes to listen to your stories to plot his own anime 💙

Satan 💚

Another man who doesn't make a big deal about it

He does like to study you though

I feel like he enjoys studying humans

So he wants to compare you to a book he has about people being raised by wolves

To see of the book is accurate or not 💚

Asmodeus 💖

I think he would mostly be curious on how your hair and skin was before Solomon taught you

And after he gets his answer he quickly forms a skincare routine for you because

"We have to do this before it's too late"

Late for what?

I don't know, it just seems like something he'd say in this case

But he'd also listen to your stories about your childhood when he's like painting his nails or something 💖

Beelzebub 🧡

Very curious on what you ate when you were in the wild

And how you got it

So he likes to listen to your hunting stories while you make the food your talking about in that specific story.

After listening to your stories, Beel tries to hunt himself

But after an hour he decides this isn't for him

Because he's hungry, and it takes forever to find one thing.🧡

Belphegor 💜

He likes listening to your stories before he goes to bed

Exactly like bedtime stories

It is mandatory now that you come into his room at a certain time to tell him a very interesting story about how you were raised by wolves

And if you are not there on time, be ready for a angry belphie tracking you down.💜

Diavolo ❤️

(You are allowed to yell at me if I spelled his name wrong)

Weirdly makes a big deal out of it.

Like at any chance he gets (kinda like mammon) he'll brag about how he has 2 special humans in his exchange program

Like he's trying to prove something (he might be idk)

Dia loves hearing your stories

Once he asked you to tell him one while he was working

And he got too into the story that he stopped working

Then Lucifer yelled at you because you were "distracting Lord Diavolo"❤️

Barbatos 💙

Also likes to listen to your stories while baking or working or something

Also likes to study you

Tries not to make a big deal about it 💙

How many times have I said "big deal" God I'm so annoying I'm sorry

Simeon🤍

Hella confused

How, what, when, why

So confused to the point where it keeps him up at night

So to stop his burning questions he asks you to tell him the story of how you were raised by wolves 🤍

Luke 🤍

":0 Now I'm not the only one that they'll call chiwawa anymore!"

So excited about that fact

Loves to hear your stories

He makes frequent trips to the house of lamentation just to hear them 🤍

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I hope you enjoyed the headcannons and it wasn't the same thing over and over for each character. And as always if you have any requests or questions please feel free to send an ask!

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