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Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki/Fem!Reader

Warnings: modern au, tattoo artist!naruto, explicit themes.

Word count: 7.8k

Summary: Getting your first tattoo is already enough of a nerve-wracking experience as it is, but getting it from an artist that nearly makes drool seep from your mouth, could quite frankly be considered as pure torture.

Special thanks to the anon who gave me the idea to write this!

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YOU can’t believe you’re actually going to go through with this.

The faint chime of the bell to announce your arrival to the small tattoo parlour that Friday afternoon, sends a wave of dread trickling down your spine. As you wait - posture visibly uncomfortable - you can’t stop your timid gaze from flickering without rest across the entirety of the room before you.

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Bonus:

in the moments right after sex, where the tingles that run through your bodies have fizzled to nothing, and your breathing has slowed back to normal, back to rest - that's when katsuki is at his most quiet and pensive.

you wonder how he still manages to have the strength in his arms and legs to carry you - you're boneless, fucked through thoroughly until your body shook down to your core - but he scoops you up from the bed effortlessly.

aftercare, he calls it. you can imagine you've already done that just moments ago, with his fingers trailing gently down the length of your arms as you wrap them around him and inhale his scent, your nose pressed into his chest.

but somehow that isn't enough. ever benevolent, he gives you still more, drawing a bath as you wait, sitting atop the closed toilet. minutes later, and you're soaked into the tub with him, the wafting scents of citrus and chamomile attempting to soothe you into a night rest.

water sloshes as your arms wade in small movements; his fingers massage your scalp tenderly and shampoo suds drip out of your hair along your shoulders. his hands soon follow, massaging what he can, relaxing you outward to match the inward. you sigh into his hold, and he kisses the side of your temple.

"like the princess treatment you're getting?" he says, gruffly. playfully he nips at your earlobe, before his right arm wraps around your chest from behind and pulls you close.

you sigh, letting your body slip further into the comfort of his body and the warmth of the drawn bath.

"couldn't ask for more."

PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER

THE LAST OF US | S01E03: Long, Long Time

Jujutsu Kaisen x Studio Ghibli

Source on X

MY OWN MUDBLOOD 8

Whoever made the request for the sharing with a slytherin thing, thank you and you’re welcome-

-Also Lorenzo, fuck me up I’m begging you sir!! Literally started watching baby solely bc of him.-

{Draco / reader / Theo Nott } This is pure smut

You slept in most of the day, nestled into the warm duvet and copious amounts of pillows on your large bed. Without your father or Narcissa home, you didn’t feel the pressure to be awake with the sun, nor to be dressed and presentable. Instead, once your eyes had set, you lounged around in your silk nighty and read your favourite muggle book you snuck into the manor. You tried to focus on the words but each sentence you read melted away in your mind, replaced with memories of the day before. Draco’s husky voice ghosting against your ear as he stretched you out for the first time. You shuddered and tingled as your body remembered the feeling. You had imagined, over the years, the different ways you might give yourself to a man when the time was right. None of them ever seemed realistic, and the mystery man was always a faceless placeholder in your mind, but none of the fantasies could have ever prepared you for the wanton need and lust Draco had coaxed out of you. It was so wrong, even now, after the deed was done, you couldn’t believe what you had done. Though you tried to deny the hard fact that you lusted after him since he first appeared in the fireplace, now, there was nothing you could say to deny yourself the fact that your Step-brother, your big brother by soon-to-be-marriage, had you around his finger. Though the thought excited you, it scared and confused you all the same, and all that added emotion on top of the aching feeling growing between your thighs all but drove you insane. You squeezed your thighs together in a bid to feel some relief, while not caving to the primal desire that grew to touch yourself to the thought of Draco taking you yet again. You ran your hands along the soft silk of your nightie, and over the swell of your breasts, softly pinching at your already hardening nipples as you squeezed your legs together, a mix of a squeak and a moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. The sound of yourself only turned you on more, reminded of the way your step-brother had torn gasps and moans from you easily. Against your deepest desires, you unclenched your thighs, knowing you would not win the fight against your own urges if you didn’t stop yourself then and there.

Instead of giving in to the ever growing desperation you felt, you opened your large closet, looking for something to change into. By this point, the sun was high in the sky and beating down through your window. Though it was nowhere near sweltering hot, it was finally warm enough to wear a nice summer dress. The one you picked out wasn’t anything as nice as your stepmother wore around the house, or nearly as modest, but you decided it was the right pick for the day. You pulled the soft white dress over your head and down your body. The fabric fell at your upper thighs and just barely covered the creases where your ass met your legs - you didn’t remember it being so short. The lace trim tickled your upper thighs and the neckline plunged lower than you last remembered as well, showing more of your cleavage than you thought would be appropriate had your father and Narcissa been home.

As you left your room to go nowhere in particular, you heard music coming from Draco’s room. You remembered his offer to have a drink with him, and though you had turned him down yesterday, you decided you may as well indulge yourself and try some. You had turned down other invitations in London to go to drink with friends, and figured you might finally allow yourself to let your hair down. Knocking on his door, you nervously bit your lip, fidgeting with the hem of your dress as you waited for him to answer. Before you could change your mind and turn around, the door swung open and a tall brunette with heavy eyes opened the door. You both looked at each other in shock, waiting for the other to speak first. Finally, the corner of his lip curled up into a wicked smirk and his brows raised. His arm held the door frame and he leaned against it, blocking the doorway with his body.

“I’m..”

“You’re Draco’s little sister” he cut you off, looking all too surprised and amused to meet you.

“Step,” you corrected. You blushed a deep red, wondering what exactly he had been told about you. Looking up at him through your lashes, you took him in, noticing how good looking he was. He was tall like Draco, but his hair fell in messy curls over his forehead, unlike your step-brother’s neat platinum hair. You took a step closer in anticipation for him to move out of your way but he didn’t budge. You could smell the familiar scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke on him, and oddly, you liked it. That, or you were still worked up from your previous thoughts.

“Move, Draco said I could drink with him,” you said firmly and his smirk turned into a grin.

“Is that so?” His brow raised but his eyes stayed heavy, almost half closed. You were a breath away from each other, his neatly ironed clothes almost touching your dress. You pushed past him, and looked around the room for Draco but he wasn’t there. Against your better judgement, you walked up to table where the bottle of fire whisky stood and picked it up. The boy followed you and you felt his chocolate eyes on you. Popping off the lid, you smelt the harsh scent that wafted up your nose. You heard his footsteps stalk closer to you and you looked up, meeting his dark eyes boring straight through yours. You held your gaze a moment longer than you may have meant to, and as he opened his mouth, his deep voice went straight to your core.

“Your brother is not going to like you drinking his expensive stuff without him here.” He was right, and you had half a mind to put it down and wait, but you were frozen in place. His friend towered over you, eying you from head to toe and though you felt vulnerable, you liked it. You had tried to avoid admitting to yourself how attractive he was, but as he leaned in close to reprimand you, you felt your thighs involuntarily clench together again.

Defiantly, you lifted the bottle to your lips, but before you could pour any into your mouth, the door flew open. You turned to look at Draco, but his friend didn’t move an inch.

“And what do you think you’re doing with my drink,” he asked but it wasn’t a question. It was a warning.

“This little thing thinks she can come in here and take your whiskey,” the boy spoke as if you weren’t right there. Draco’s jaw clenched as he took you in, looking down at your bare thighs. His face hardened and his nose flared ever so slightly before he walked up to you, pushing his friend back before closing the space between you. He took a deep breath, seemingly steadying his thoughts before grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. With his other hand, he took the bottle from you and passed it back to his friend without looking at him.

“What did I tell you about short skirts hmm?” He took another deep breath in and out through his nose. This isn’t about the drink, you realised at how words. “You were such a good girl for me yesterday and now look at you - parading around in front of my friend half naked,” he growled, inches from your face. His breath fanned your face and you smelt the same whiskey you tried to drink yourself.

“Draco I,” you stopped as fast as you started to defend yourself. Though he was fuming, you couldn’t help the feeling of heat pooling between your legs. You hadn’t expected Draco to be this possessive of you, but you weren’t surprised either. You were torn between the irritation that he thought he owned you, and the excitement that he could. “You think I can’t hear you, mudblood? You think Theo can’t hear your mind ticking away if he wanted to as well?” He growled against your ear and an instant flush covered your face. Draco’s unfortunate talent had completely slipped your mind, let alone the knowledge that others may share the same.

Before you could begin to explain yourself, if that was even possible, Draco squeezed your face by your cheeks.

“Dirty, dirty girl. I give you a taste and now you want it from Theo too huh? Is that it?”

You heard Theo snigger but couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Though Draco’s eyes looked amused, and filled with lust, his voice was gravelly and stern.

“I..I just thought it was pretty Draco. And, and I wasn’t thinking about your friend I swear” you blabbered like a child scolded. His hand slid down under your jaw and tightened slightly. If Theo didn’t know you were more than just step-siblings before, he must now, you thought.

With one hand wrapped around your throat, his other travelled down your chest and stomach, and back up your thigh, until it stopped between them.

Your breath hitched but before he touched you enough to relieve any tension you had there, he took his hand away.

He stepped back, letting go of you and sitting down on the edge of his bed before looking at Theo.

“What should we do with this little tease?” He asked with a devilish grin.

You looked at Theo who was approaching you with cruel amusement spreading across his face. Before you could protest, he picked you up with ease, tossing you over his shoulder.

“Put me down what the fuck!” You squealed, thumping his back with your fists but he just laughed. Panic and excitement filled you right to your core. He walked you over to the bed and placed you over Draco’s knee, tummy down.

Theo stood beside you and unbuckled his belt, pulling it through the loops of his expensive looking black pants. Before you could question why, Draco grabbed your arms and pulled them behind your back. He held them tightly in place as Theo tied the belt around your wrists.

“Can’t have you hitting us while you take your punishment,” Theo taunted as Draco’s hand lightly traced up the back of your thigh. Your breath quickened and you started to wriggle around helplessly. You felt Draco harden against your stomach from your movement, so you moved again before he spoke.

“What do you think Theo, should we give her 5 spankings?”

“I think she deserves a few more than that. Little mudblood needs to learn her lesson,” Theo said, running his hand through your hair. You shivered at the contact.

“Count them for us. Out loud,” Draco ordered, lifting the back of your dress up exposing your ass. Without warning, his large hand came down, spanking your ass hard. You yelped and both men laughed. The warm pain spread across your ass cheek and you moaned as it slowly dissipated into pleasure. Before you could enjoy the sensation too much, Theo’s hand left your hair and gave you a light smack to your cheek.

“What did he tell you? Count them out,”

“One,” you moaned out before you were hit with another blow.

“Two,” *smack* “three” *smack* “four,” you choked out as each spank got harder. Draco’s hand rubbed your ass, melting the pain away before it traced down between your thighs, running his finger over your aching cunt.

“Fucking soaked already, filthy girl. Do you like it when your step-brother spanks you?” Draco teased and you lifted your ass up against his hand, desperate for him to keep touching you, but he pulled his hand away the moment you did. You whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Uh uh uh, not nice being teased, is it mudblood? Should have thought about that before you got dressed today,” he taunted.

“Please,” you begged neither of them in particular.

“Please what? Please will your step-brother touch you?” Theo mocked before he landed his hand hard on your ass.

“Five,” you sobbed softly, the pain spreading over your ass and the aching need between your legs taking over. They took turns spanking your ass, leaving handprints on each cheek until you reached ten.

“What do you say mudblood,” Draco asked you, lifting your head up by your hair to look at him.

“I, I’m sorry Draco I wasn’t thinking. I just thought my dress looked pretty,” you said with a shaky voice, hoping it was the right answer.

“It is pretty. Too pretty,” he said, rubbing your ass cheek. “I’m sure Theo thinks so too,” he smirked, looking at his friend. “Look at him,” Draco demanded, pulling your hair for you to crane your neck up. Theo still looked amused and cruel, like he was watching his prey. Draco held your head up, while his other hand slid back down your ass, pulling your panties to the side. He slid a finger between your soaking lips before rubbing light circles over your clit. Finally, you felt some relief you desperately craved and your mouth fell open as you looked up at his friend. Theo’s pants were visibly tight and tenting at his crotch as he watched Draco play with you. Draco pushed a long finger in you with ease, pumping in and out before adding another. The pleasure he sent through you each time he curled his fingers, and his friend now palming himself through his pants as he watched you brought you close to climax quickly. You started to pant and moan as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, but before you reached the intense orgasm approaching, Draco pulled his fingers out of you.

“Please don’t stop,” you whimpered desperately but Draco and Theo just laughed at you.

“You’re a little tease, mudblood. First you come in here teasing me behind Draco’s back and now you want a reward?” Theo shook his head, leaning down to your level.

“I didn’t mean t-“

“Uh uh. I know you wanted us both, slut. You wanted us to share, didn’t you?” You could hear the smirk in Draco’s voice as he whispered in your ear. The implication sent butterflies straight to your stomach as you watched Theo’s eyes darken above you. Your desperation and unresolved ache you felt outweighed the embarrassment you would otherwise feel and you nodded, looking up at Theo.

“Please Draco. Theo mmm” you were cut off as Draco smacked your sore ass one more time before picking you up. He repositioned your so you were between them, ass up toward him, and facing Theo. You heard Draco undo his belt buckle and unzip behind you while you watched Theo unzip his pants in front of you. As he pulled his pants and briefs down, his already rock hard dock sprang free, almost hitting you in the face. It was bigger than you expected and you looked up at him, blinking in surprise. Draco leaned over, pushing his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself on them. You sucked his fingers, licking them clean as you looked at Theo, before he opened your mouth with them. You stuck your tongue out, not breaking eye contact with his friend. He wrapped his hand around his cock, and tapped it on your tongue. You swirled your tongue around the tip, tasting the precum that glistened on it before he pushed it into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around it and you ran your tongue down the shaft as he pushed deeper into your mouth. He held your hair looking down at you with pure lust and an open mouth, soft groans escaping him as you sucked. You felt Draco rub the tip of his cock up and down your wet slit and over your clit before pushing deep into you in the first thrust. You moaned around Theo, and the rippling vibrations your moan sent through it turned a switch on in him. He gripped your hair and rammed into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as Draco did the same to you from behind. They filled your mouth and your pussy to the brim, making your eyes roll back as you took them. You choked, saliva pooling down the sides of your mouth as you sucked harder. Sounds of body’s crashing and all three of your moans’ filled the room. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as Draco thrust into you. In this position with your back arched, he hit a spot he hadn’t before.

“Fuck, fuck you’re a good little whore for us, mudblood,” Draco moaned as he fucked into you animalistically. You were in too much pleasure to form words even if you didn’t have a mouth full of his friend.

“Such a good girl for us, aren’t you? Good girl for your step brother and me” Theo said, looking into your eyes as he spoke before his head fell back with a moan. Draco wrapped his hand around your throat from behind, fucking you hard and fast as Theo fucked your face. His other hand snaked around under you, rubbing your clit in tight circles as he pounded into you. You moaned uncontrollably, muffled by Theo’s cock, feeling your climax built up again. You whimpered and moaned as you felt like your body was about to give in. You bucked your hips back against Draco frantic and desperate before the chord finally snapped, sending shockwaves through your body. The sounds that fell from your mouth, you had never heard from yourself as the orgasm rocked through you.

“That’s it, cum for us, mudblood,” you heard and it sounded so far away as your head spun. You squeezed and spasmed around Draco, sending him plummeting over the edge as well. You felt him fill you, coating your walls with his hot load right before Theo's did the same to your throat. They both pumped into you a few more times, moaning and riding out their high as you did the same. Your arms and legs shook under you, trying to hold yourself up but the moment they pulled out of you, you collapsed on the bed.

“Fuck,” Theo’s voice was shaky as he caught his breath. “You’ve got a good little mudblood, Draco,” Theo ran his hands through your hair. Your step-brother pulled you between his legs, laying you down with your back against his heaving chest.

“And she’s all mine. Aren’t you?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you. It wasn’t a question but you nodded.

“Yes Draco. All yours. And Theo’s today.” Draco smiled against your hair at your shy response. You felt yourself blush at the thought that you had just been shared by two men, and hid your face in his chest. Theo laid down at the end of the bed, rubbing your still shaking thighs to calm them. You were overwhelmed and exhausted as both of their hands roamed over your sensitive body, but you didn’t try to stop them.

“Can I have that drink now Draco? I think I earned it,” you laughed and he nodded, signalling Theo to fetch it.

“You definitely earned it, pet,” he laughed. He held your head back against his chest as Theo poured some in your mouth. It was harsh straight, but smoother than expected and you swallowed it down.

“Your first good drink and first theeesome in one day. Aren’t you a lucky girl,” Draco teased.

“You’re a lucky man, Malfoy,” Theo tapped his shoulder before turning to you.

“Draco told me he’s teaching you to duel. Thinks he’s going to get you into Hogwarts too.”

“He told you that? Are you going back too?” You asked as he took a swig himself.

“He doesn’t tell me much. Doesn’t tell anyone much,” he laughed, “but he did tell me that. And whatever you two have going on, it’ll be our little secret,” he smirked at the both of you. You hadn’t thought that far ahead, but you realised all too quickly what he alluded to. It was becoming increasingly clear to you that Draco wouldn’t share you with anyone, bar Theo - and going to Hogwarts meant keeping what you had with him a secret. Even keeping it hidden in the house would be a challenge, but you weren’t willing to let that get in the way of what was budding with him.