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⥠Wondering âĄ
⥠Pairings: frat boy!mingi x chubby!fem!librarian!reader
⥠Genre: angst/fluff/smut
⥠Summary: While working your job at the campus library you find that the most popular guy on campus has developed quite the crush on you. Thinking that it's some sort of prank, you dismiss him completely but Mingi has his heart set on making you his and isn't content to give up that easily.
⥠Word Count: 4.5k-ish
⥠Warnings: mingi really develops a thing for chubby girls, reader has body insecurities, body worship, kissing, male masturbation, porn, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, a lil hair pulling, a lil rough sex for a sec, technically cum marking, pet names (baby), but otherwise fluffy
⥠A/N: This is a fic I wrote for a super adorable anon and as always I'm super honored that you even asked me to write this my love. I truly hope that I did your idea some justice and you enjoy it. To all the chubby babes out there who may read this, you're a bad bitch, I swear to you, and if anyone tells you otherwise I'll swing on em. Kay, love you, bye - xoxo
Nothing. Mingi strokes his cockâhis palm gliding up and down his length, his thumb circling the rimâand he feels absolutely nothing. Lying in the darkness of his bedroom, the warm glow of light emanating from his phone illuminates the frustration on his face. His gaze lazily dances across the screen where a woman lies naked, a sex toy vibrating between her thighs. Sheâs in his favorite position, making his favorite noises, but he canât get off on it.
Giving up, he lets out a groan, throwing his head back on his pillow. Itâs been weeks of this. Heâs been too horny to function but when the time of action comes he can only get halfway hard and nothing feels the same as it used to. Maybe a different video will help. Bringing his phone in close to his face, he scrolls through the recommended videos. His cock still in his hand, he feels it soften into a sad, floppy thing the further down he scrolls.
Just as heâs about to call it a night, prepared to at last put himself out of his misery, something catches his eye. An image of a naked woman spread across a bed, her plush body fully exposed. Sheâs bigger than other girls heâs seen naked in porn, even in real life. Sheâs chubby and soft with shimmering gloss on her lips and stretch marks on her thighs. His breath hitches at the sensation of the blood rushing down his length as he takes her in.
His interest officially piqued, he clicks into the video and watches her in action. Heâs hypnotized by the way she bounces and jiggles, every motion of her body too perfect to comprehend. The skin pulls tight around his cock, beads of arousal rolling down the tip as he quickens his movements. His bottom lip catches between his teeth, an attempt at choking back the low groans fighting their way up his throat at the sight of juices moistening the womanâs soft thighs.
Seeing her hits him with a rush of something unfamiliar. Something that has his stomach muscles contracting and his mouth watering. His mind goes wild with thoughts of what itâd be like to touch her, to feel her body trembling against his. What he wouldnât give right now to grip a belly like that or drag his tongue across the plush of her ass. Itâs exhilarating, unlike anything heâs ever felt before. His cock grows so sensitive that heâs twitching with every stroke.Â
Any care for if his roommates can hear him flies out of the window as a dizzying heat washes over him, the veins along his length throbbing as a waterfall of white shoots up onto his stomach. His phone drops onto the bed and he lets out a pitiful whimper, his eyes clung shut as he gives in to an orgasm so strong it makes his muscles weak. Heâs so high from it that he fears heâll never come down. Breathless, his skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat, he sits up in bed and flicks the light on to see what a mess heâs made of himself.
His eyes drift back to his phone where a suggestion for a similar video calls him. He takes a deep breath, feeling his cock stiffening again so soon. Mingi picks his phone up, his thumb hovering over the Next button. Itâs 3am and in a few hours Yunho will be banging on his door to go to football practice. He should get his shit together, clean himself off, and go to sleep. But that rush was so unexpected, so utterly delicious. He slips back down into bed, hitting the Next button. He needs more.
âWhoa, thereâs so many books hereâ Mingi gasps, staring up at the tall cherry wood shelves of the sprawling library.Â
Mingiâs seen this place in pictures beforeâthis marble palace with its sky high shelves and expertly crafted pillarsâbut in all his years on campus heâs never stepped foot in it. Nothing in this literary maze ever interested him enough to require a visit. His college career has always depended more on athletics and frat politics than it has books.
Most of his professors were more than content to give him a passing grade simply because of who he is. A stroke of luck that ran out the moment a new Womenâs Studies professor stepped foot on campus. Sheâs set out to challenge him, to make him work for his grades if he actually wants them. A true tragedy if heâs ever been faced with one.Â
âDuh, itâs full of books. Itâs literally a libraryâ Yunho laughs, plopping a small stack of books into Mingiâs arms. âI grabbed everything you need except one. The Vagina Monologues. Youâre gonna have to go ask one of the librarians for help.âÂ
Mingi winces at the thought of the title leaving his lips and falling on a complete strangerâs ears, âWhyâd it have to be called that?â
âOh, stop being a childâ Yunho huffs, catching a glimpse of a young woman pushing a cart of books past the aisle. âThere! Go ask her!â
Mingi hesitates a moment but Yunho shoves him forward, âOff you go.âÂ
Stumbling his way down the aisle, Mingi traces the sound of squeaky cart wheels a few rows over, stopping dead in his tracks when his gaze finds the woman pushing it. She wears a flowy, pear colored dress with white lilies printed all over it. Itâs long enough not to scandalize the other library staff but short enough to get a glimpse of where her thighs begin to kiss. From behind Mingi can clearly make out her shape in it, the plushness of her figure bringing to mind things he definitely shouldnât be thinking about in the library.Â
Humming along to a song in her head, she turns to place a book on one of the shelves and Mingiâs cheeks begin to burn. Sheâs the prettiest girl heâs ever seen. Heâs said that about a lot of girls and never meant it but with this one itâs different. She has eyes that twinkle like sunshine dancing on the surface of some gorgeous lake. The curve of her nose is nothing short of perfection and her lips look like they taste of the sweetest sugar.Â
âCan I help you with something?â you ask. The way he stares at you makes you feel more like an animal in some zoo than the object of his affection.
Mingi shakes himself out of his daze, lowering the stack of books down to cover the slight rise in his jeans. âUhâŠIâŠyeahâŠumâ he stutters.Â
âUh, I, yeah, um?â you tease, grabbing another book and sliding it onto a nearby shelf, âI donât think we have that one.âÂ
âWho are you?â he spits out as if thatâs a completely normal question to ask someone when youâre the one who approached them.Â
âThatâs a really weird question to ask someone, Mingi.â
âWait, you know me?â
You giggle at the absurdity of such a question, âOf course I know you. Everyone knows you.âÂ
Mingi thinks about it for a second, the reality of his popularity setting back in. âI guess youâre right. I am pretty popular.â
The grin on his face makes you nauseous. Of course you know him. And of course he doesnât know who you are. Mingiâs from a whole different world and youâre positive girls like you donât exist where he comes from. Rolling your eyes, you grab back onto the handle of your cart, âIf thereâs nothing you needâŠâÂ
âVagina!â he says, leaving you both stunned to the core, âI mean, monologues. Vagina Monologues. Itâs, like, a book or whatever. Fuck it, are you busy tonight?âÂ
A whisper of laughter drifts down the aisle, giving away Yunhoâs presence. Heâs never seen his best friend crash and burn this hard. Keeping a straight face isnât an option. Yunhoâs laughter may not be meant for you but it feels like it is. The first time a guy like Mingi talks to you and of course it had to be a joke.Â
âSecond floor, in the Plays section, under E for Enslerâ you snap, turning your back before you die of embarrassment right before Mingiâs eyes.Â
âWait, can I at least get your name?â Mingi calls out but youâre already pushing your cart down the aisle, disappearing around the next corner without another word.Â
Yunho slaps a hand on Mingiâs shoulder, shaking his head in disappointment, âWhoâs your new friend?â
Mingi sighs longingly, his gaze still lingering where you once stood, âI donât know but I plan to find out.âÂ
Sometimes when you find yourself working nights at the library you feel like Cinderella. A slave to these old dusty books, forced to clean and organize them until your manicure begins to chip while other girls are out at bars or parties. Only thereâs no fairy godmother to come wave her magic wand and turn your pumpkin into a carriage. Thereâs no glass slipper and certainly no Prince Charming to sweep you off your feet.
Still, you need the extra money so thereâs nothing to be done about it. Taking a seat at the front desk you check the time, itâs almost time to close up shop and the last few stragglers are packing up their things to head out. Once theyâre gone things should be peaceful. No questions, no interruptions, no one getting on your nerves.Â
âHave you been avoiding me?â Mingi asks, popping up in front of your desk.Â
âOh my god!â you gasp, clutching your chest, âAre you trying to kill me?â
âKill you? How could I ever hurt a girl as pretty as you?â he says in that cocky tone youâve become accustomed to.Â
Itâs been weeks since your first run in with Mingi and heâs been relentless ever since. He stops by every shift to ask you some silly question that somehow always turns into yet another attempt at flirting with you. You shoot him down every single time but he never seems offended or discouraged. He just keeps coming back all bright eyed and full of energy like a golden retriever. Youâve gone home every night wondering what his motivations are. Whyâs he being so persistent?Â
Sometimes for the hell of it you let yourself play with the idea that he might actually be attracted to you. Mingi is drop dead gorgeous after all and, even though you refuse to laugh at any of his stupid jokes, you find him pretty charming. For all his cockiness, heâs sweet in a way that makes you wonder what it might be like to be truly adored by a guy like him. This little fantasy of yours is always disrupted by the vision of Yunho laughing at the two of you. Itâs a joke, thatâs all, a stupid joke that Mingiâs cruel for not knowing when to give up on.Â
âArenât you sick of coming here?â you ask, pretending to be busy on the laptop, âThere must be something else you can entertain yourself with.â
Mingi smiles down at you, fawning over how your skin glows in the shreds of sunset that peek through the windows. âThere is actually. Iâm having a party tonight and I want you to come.â
Your eyes shoot open, an involuntary burst of joy hitting you. âA party?â you ask, sounding more excited than you intended to. Catching yourself, you reel back the excitement but itâs too late, Mingiâs already caught it.Â
âYeah, a partyâ he says, reaching behind the desk to grab a pen and a sticky note. He scribbles down the address and sticks it to your laptop screen. âTell me youâll come.â
He sounds so genuine when he says that. Itâs almost as if heâs truly desperate to have you around. You look up at his face and feel the butterflies in your stomach go into a frenzy. Youâve heard the way other girls talk about him, the way they swoon over him like heâs this magical thing. You donât want to be one of them, just another girl pining after Song Mingi but here you are.Â
You clear your throat, snatching the blue sticky note from your screen, and putting it aside. âI donât really know if I wanna spend my Friday night with a bunch of wasted pretty boys.â
âOoh, so you do think Iâm prettyâ Mingi blushes, batting his eyelashes.Â
You pick up a stapler, threatening to throw it at him, âLeave now and maybe, just maybe Iâll consider coming to your little party.â
Mingi throws his hands up, carefully backing away from the desk, âFair enough. Iâm wearing all black by the way. In case you wanted to, ya know, match or something.â
You wind your arm back, placing it in perfect formation to hit him in the head with the stapler. Mingi gets the message and scurries out of the door, leaning his head back in for a split second to whisper, âSee you later, beautiful.â He winks at you and you groan but heâs gone now and thereâs no one left to take your anger out on.
As the last few visitors trickle out you find yourself sitting in the silence of the library, that blue sticky note calling your name. You pick it up, swearing youâll toss it in the trash but you only stare at it, reading the address over and over again. Some stupid frat party with a bunch of stupid boys at some frat house on the edge of campus. Why would you ever waste your time going to something like that? And who does he think he is insinuating that youâd even want to match with him? Anyway, you only have one good black dress and youâre sure it doesnât even fit anymore. It isnât even worth tryingâŠis it?
âIâm telling you, this girlâs gorgeous and sheâs super smart too. She knows everything about books and stuff, like, you can ask her anything and she just knowsâ Mingi rambles, grabbing another beer from the fridge.Â
âBecause itâs her jobâ Yunho teases, leaning against the kitchen counter.Â
Mingi pops the beer open, flicking the metal top into a nearby trash can, âAnd how did she get that job? Because sheâs smart.â
âYou know, I donât think Iâve seen him like this over a girlâŠeverâ Jongho says, stealing Mingiâs beer for himself.
âWell I think itâs cute. Mingiâs got a girlfriendâ Wooyoung sings, making cute little hearts with his fingers.
âSheâd be his girlfriend if she didnât hate his gutsâ Yunho mumbles half heartedly.Â
Mingi gasps, taking offense to that, âShe doesnât hate me, she just hasnât fully warmed up to me yet but she will.â
He looks around the kitchen and his friends all eye him skeptically. Mingi didnât say that with nearly enough confidence for them to believe him and the truth is that he barely believes himself but how does he tell his friends that? Heâs the one who girls drool over. Heâs never the one doing the drooling. He has a reputation at stake and here he is ruining it for a girl who probably wonât even show up tonight. But he canât bring himself to give up on you yet.Â
That first night after he met you he couldnât get you out of his head. He kept imagining that face, that body, under him, on top of him, next to him. Just the thought of you made him hard enough that touching himself was mandatory to ease his need for you. And the more he showed up to bug you the more fascinating he came to find you.
Yes, you were snippy but never enough to directly chase him away. You let him stick around long enough for glimmers of your true personality to show. Youâd made the terrible mistake of showing him how sweet you could be, how funny of a girl you are, and it only made things worse for both of you. More than having sex with you he wants to kiss you and hold your hand. He wants to tell you how pretty you are and not have you threaten him with a blunt object for it.Â
âNot to be that guy but when did you start likingâŠya know?â Jongho says, hoping that the others will know what he means without it coming off rude.
âChubby girls?â Wooyoung asks, making Yunho almost choke on his beer.Â
âYou canât just say thatâ Yunho coughs, grabbing a paper towel to wipe the beer from his lips.Â
Mingiâs eyes narrow, the question not quite setting right with him, âWhat does it matter?âÂ
âI mean, itâŠit doesnât. I swear it doesnâtâ Jongho stammers, looking anywhere but at Mingi.Â
Wooyoung shrugs, coming to Jonghoâs rescue, âIn his defense, weâve never seen you with one. Sheâs not your usual type.â
âSo, what? Just cause sheâs not my âtypeâ it has to be weird?â Mingi presses.Â
No one says anything, not a solitary word. They only stare at the doorway, their faces drained of any color. In the next room a party rages, in the kitchen an argument is ready to erupt, and there you stand in between the two hearing something you shouldnât have at a time you shouldnât have heard it.Â
âHmm, well, thank you for that. Iâm so happy everyone knows what I already didâ you say, laughing to avoid tears, âThank you for the invite, Mingi. Really.âÂ
Somethingâs said, youâre sure itâs by Mingi, but you canât hear it. Youâve gone numb to everything. Even the music blaring from the speakers a few feet from you feels like itâs playing from miles away. Desperate to outrun the tears stinging the corners of your eyes, you rush through the crowd of partiers in the living room and make your way outside.
The autumn air blows against your cheeks, cooling your tears as they begin to escape. You wipe them away, doing your best to look normal as you pass people headed into the party, but you canât seem to stop them from falling. You feel so stupid for ever believing that Mingiâs feelings for you were anything but a joke he could laugh about with his friends. His words ring in your ears as you approach your car, frantically digging through your purse for your keys. Not his type? Well he isnât yours either. Youâve never been too fond of assholes anyway.Â
âShitâ you hiss, the keys in your hand tumbling from your grasp the second you pull them out. You bend down to pick them up but someone snatches them away before you can. You spin around to find Mingi standing there, your keys jingling away as they twirl around his fingers.Â
âGive them backâ you demand, grabbing for your keys but he holds them up high just out of your reach.Â
âYouâre cryingâ he says and you can almost see his heart shatter, âCome back inside.â
âWhy? So you and your friends can make fun of me to my face this time?â you ask, still fighting for your keys back but to no avail.Â
Mingi frowns, âMake fun of you? We werenât making fun of you. Iâd never let anyone do that to you.âÂ
âSo, what? Just cause sheâs not my type it has to be weird?â you mock, feeling childish but justified considering the circumstances.Â
âI didnât mean it like that. I only meant that just because Iâve dated smaller girls that doesnât mean I canât like you and I do. I really, really like youâ he swears, âI love your body. I think itâs beautiful. Everything about youâŠIâm just obsessed with and all I wanna do is show you how special you are but you wonât let me and I donât understand why.â
Folding your arms across your chest, you stand on the sidewalk staring at Mingi like you hate him but itâs not him that you hate. Itâs the fact that you believe him. The tears have slowed now but your cheeks are still wet, black streaks of mascara beginning to run down your face. You drop your head, embarrassed by your mini breakdown, and Mingi swoops in, giving you a chest to lay your head on. His long arms wrap around you, locking behind your back to keep you close. Itâs your instinct to pull away but his embrace is too comforting and warm to abandon.Â
âIf you want me to leave you alone forever I promise I will. Iâll let you go and youâll never have to see me againâ he whispers, âBut if you stay I promise Iâll be good to you.âÂ
Your stomach sinks at the thought of never seeing him again. Day after day all youâve done is tell him to leave you alone but it never occurred to you how much itâd hurt if he actually did. âI donât want you to leave me aloneâ you admit, your face emerging from the black abyss of his shirt, âThatâs, like, the exact opposite of what I want you to do.â
Mingi cups your face, his thumb stroking the curve of your cheek, âGood because I wasnât actually gonna leave you alone. How can I when you look like this? Youâre even a pretty crier. Howâs that possible?â
Youâve always managed not to blush when Mingiâs said things like thisâat least not when heâs aroundâbut you donât stop yourself this time. You donât even make the tiniest attempt at hiding how utterly giddy you are over his comments.Â
âOoh, is that a smile I see?â he gasps, immediately making you regret it. You motion to hit him in the arm but he grabs you by the wrist, slipping his hand into yours as he leads you back towards the house. âLetâs go upstairs and Iâll clean you up then we can talk more, okay?â
Mingi looks back at you and you could swear that time stands still. This isnât where you thought youâd be on a Friday night, walking through a frat party hand in hand with one of the most popular guys on campusâwith Mingi. Heâs guiding you up the stairs, looking at you like youâre the prettiest girl in the world and for the first time, somewhere deep down inside, youâre beginning to feel like it.Â
Before you left the house tonight you swore that you wouldnât become some frat party cliche. Mingiâs hot, thereâs no doubt about it, but there was no way youâd wind up bent over some bed with your panties around your ankles.
You were actually right about that. Youâre not bent over some bed, youâre laying across it, and your panties arenât around your ankles, theyâre tossed off to the side of the bed, blending in with the pile of black clothing you collectively shed before you found every inch of Mingiâs cock stuffed inside of you. You came up here to talk, that was it, and in your defense you did talk. You were vulnerable with each other, you opened up about your feelings, and the next thing you knew your tongues were so far in each otherâs mouths that you could feel it in your throats.Â
Mingiâs kiss is sweeter than you imagined. Itâs the kind of kiss you could get lost in it. Even now, after heâs been kissing your lips raw for the last half hour, you find yourself wanting more. Youâre so wrapped up in him, so completely consumed by the ecstasy of having him inside of you, that you arenât even focused on the fact that youâre naked. You canât begin to care if you look good or not when your bodyâs flush with heat, feeling the best it has in your entire life.
But you do look good. Nothing in Mingiâs wildest dreams could compare to how beautiful your body actually is. His hands explore your curves, discovering those spots he knows will come to be his favorites. That squishy belly of yours that pokes out just a bit more when he massages your sides. Those pillowy thighs that seem even thicker when he presses them to your chest. Those breasts that bounce softly against his face while heâs sucking at your bud.
âYouâre so fucking amazing, babyâ Mingi whispers, licking his way over the hills of your breasts to bring his lips to yours. âI do have a type. You know itâs you, right?â
âIs that so?â you tease, trembling at every stroke of his cock between the slickness of your walls. You run your fingers through his hair, your back arching against the mattress so much that youâre sure youâd float away if the weight of Mingiâs body werenât pinning you down.
Mingi kisses you like a starved man whose hunger can only be satisfied by the taste of you. âMmm, canât you tell?â he hums between sloppy kisses, âCanât you feel it?âÂ
He snaps his hips into you and you let out a moan that makes you grateful for the loud music blaring downstairs. Keeping his lips locked to yours, one hand gripping your hip and the other cradling your face, he thrusts into you harder. Hard enough to make the bed creak. Hard enough to make your walls clench tighter. Hard enough to have you tugging his hair, moaning between his lips while your decadent juices drip down his length.
Mingi groans, holding you even tighter as the head of his cock rides the ridges of your sweet spot. Your insides are so spongy and wet, clenching around him just right. Thereâs no way he can go back to masturbating after this. The thought of you wonât be enough. Fantasies are absolutely nothing compared to what itâs like to truly feel you under him and around him.Â
âMingi, mmm, gonna cumâ you whimper, your eyes wide and glossy as you look up at him.Â
You sound so cute when you say it that he loses his sanity for a second, his hips stuttering before picking up the rhythm again. Mingi slips both hands behind your neck, deepening the kiss as he bottoms out completely. Heat pools behind your belly, spreading through your body until youâre sure flames are dancing at your fingertips. Your body tenses, a weak little moan falling from your lips before your vision goes blurry and your high washes over you.Â
âThatâs it, good girlâ Mingi coos, basking in the warmth enveloping him, âSo pretty when you cum all over my cock. Always so pretty.âÂ
Your walls are pulsing, fluttering wildly around his swollen cock. Your cum just pours down him, making every movement slippery wet. He canât take it anymore. He couldnât hold back even if he tried.Â
âAah, fuckâ he hisses, pulling out of you just in time to paint your inner thighs in white, leaving ropes of cum dripping dangerously close to your core.Â
Completely destroyed by your orgasm, youâre plastered to the bed and can only watch as Mingi catches his breath, immediately going to work planting kisses all over your body. He kisses the places you love and the places you hate. He worships them all with his lips because to him theyâre perfect in every way.
You surrender yourself to the reality of that, letting the lingering adoration from each kiss sink into your skin. Mingiâs yours, he has been since he first laid eyes on you in that library, all you ever had to do was let yourself have him.Â
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out of everyone on yandere town, yan cowboy is definitely my favourite <3
YESSS IKR HES SO CUTESYY
yan cowboy who wants you to ride him badly
yan cowboy who first meets you when you stumble upon his farm, literally the cows were gonna jump ur ass until he popped up
"hey there, sweets! What'cha doin' around here?" He asks, looking at you with a tilted head as he pat the cow's head. "U-uh, sorry i just-" you got interrupted by the cowboy laughing at ya.
"ma, why do you seem so nervous? It's alright!" He said grinning down at you, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and introduces himself.
yan cowboy who is now ur buddy, talking to you every second of his fucking day like damn lil bro chill
yan cowboy who you began seeing everyday, coincidences piling up. No matter where you went, he was there, lingering just at the edge of your vision.
yan cowboy who wants you to ride with him and his horse everyday, holding onto your waist as he leads the horse on where to go, your back to his front, slowly rubbing himself against you.
yan cowboy who is a possessive and jealous freak. Any interaction you have with others, specifically other men, makes his jaw clench and his eyes narrow. He might not say anything at first, but youâll notice how quiet he has gotten.
yan cowboy who confronts you about the man you were hanging out with earliar
"Hey darlin', what was that man tellin' you? Why were you talkin' to him? Do you think hes better than me? Sweets, im sorry. Darlin' lets talk about this, okay?"
"boy i literally just asked him wheres the nearest wingstop"
"why? are you hungry? Because I have some meat for you could eat-"
yan cowboy who makes you the center of his world, if you dont talk to him hes GONNA AND WILL have a bad day, grumpy and pissed off until you talk to him
yan cowboy who has a garden his mother owns, and always gives you flowers, your favorite ones
yan cowboy who literally every woman wants bc hes fine asf, strong, and BRO HES SWEET TOO LIKE HELLO??? but he only needs you. Whenever hes talking with another woman, he always drifts his eyes away from her to try to find you, not paying attention to whatever the woman was saying
yan cowboy who literallys gets so hard whenever he sees you bend down to get some strawberries you planted, already knowing he was gonna fist himself inside his car
yan cowboy who always gives you handwritten notes
"hello n/n! I might not be able to see you today because of my mother telling me ive been slacking off since ive been leaving early from farming. But darling, you know I can't stay away from you for so long! I need to see you! Anyway baby, I left you some cash, treat yourself, aight babes? - Your lovely cowboy <3"
yan cowboy who sees you growing some plants in the hot sun and immediatly panics, he runs over to you with an umbrella. A UMBRELLA BRO
"darlin'! Its so hot out here for you to be outside! Come inside, love!"
"bro ive only been outside for 3 minutes"
"3 minutes too long! Now cmon and rest! Ill do the work, lovely!"
yan cowboy who helps you when you barely started growing plants and stuff, guiding you with his hands ontop of yours, his chin on your shoulder.
yan cowboy who sees you carrying a heavy bale of hay, and immediately scolds you
You wipe the sweat from your brow as you lift the bale of hay, determined to carry your weight on the farm. Your cowboy always helps you with everything like bro i could be independent too hoe. Youâve seen him do this like a thousand times, and youâre confident you can handle it too bc ur a bad bitch period
But before you can take more than a few steps, a shadow falls over you, and you feel a firm hand on your arm. You glance up, and lowkey you were scared it was gonna be schoolboy69 lowkey but nah their infront of you was your cowboy, eyes narrowed in a mix of worry and frustration. He was practically glaring at you, mad that you picked up something without his help, even if you picked up something as heavy as a bag of cookies he would be mad and see red like alpha dawg sigma 4000
âWhat do you think youâre doinâ, darlinâ?â His voice is low, but you still heard the irritation in his voice.
âIâm just helping out,â you say, trying to brush it off as no big deal. âItâs just a bale of hay, I'll can handle it.â You said shrugging, about to walk past him until you felt the heavy hay get off your shoulders in a quick manner.
that lil bitch took the hay and walked away but not before blowing u a kiss and saying "i love u n/n, get ready for tonight bc imma need u to blow my back OUT-"
yan cowboy who always is complimenting you, doesnt even matter if your in ur christmas pjs from 2016 he will say "id lowkey eat you out in that"
yan cowboy who is ur obsessed boy who luvs you more than he should<3
yan cowboy who is ur such cowboy who couldnt be more lucky to have you with him! <333
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please give me nasty ass hate sex with Logan in the xmansion turns out heâs a dick but one with feelings for you and you matched his energy and he got pissy and upset then confessed after hate sex xx
note: aggressive Logan might be the best Logan.
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âKnew I shouldâve rode with Scott,â y/n said as she leaned back in Loganâs passenger side seat to look out of the window. Loganâs known for driving for a good five minutes before saying something he knew she didnât want to hear.
âIâm just askinâ why the fuck youâre so hooked on that man. Ainât he with Jean?â Logan asked, making y/n scoff. âYes, Logan â Thatâs why weâre not dating! We barely talk, only as friends. Jesus!â
âDonât seem like friends when youâre giggling and grabbing the man,â Logan shrugged his shoulders as he kept his eyes on the dark long road. âWeâre just friends, and Jean is around us all the time,â
âArenât you the one who tried getting at her while she was with Scott!? And youâre fuckinâ talkin' about me â the ignorance,â y/n rolled her eyes as the manâs grip on his steering wheel tightened.
âThat was long before you got here. Over her now,â Logan said, making y/n laugh. âYeah, or maybe youâre shitty because a woman finally didnât want you over a sweeter guy,â y/n pouted in his face for a few seconds before leaning back into her seat again.
âI get what I want, alright? There was just no need to try with her. Too much work,â Logan said. God, y/n hated him. He hated Scott more for making her ride with Logan to get some talk time in.
âYeah, of course it was. Bet I could get her before you,â y/n said, only wanting to make the man mad, and it did. âYou already slut for Scott, so how about you get him,â his tone was stern.
âI donât slut for him! Like, are you jealous or some shit? Letâs be for real, because you always have something to say about the man and me. Everyday day!â
âJealous!? Yeah, you fuckinâ wish I was jealous of someone like Scott. Anything he has, I can get,â Logan scoffed, really thinking he could. âWhere is Jean then?â Y/n asked as she turned towards him, with a fake confused face.
âWhere the fuck is she then? Because she ainât here,â y/n said. âCan you just shut the fuck up,â Logan said low, keeping his eyes on the road to avoid eye contact with the young lady.
âNo, I wanna know where the anything he has, I can get, is at,â y/n continued, making the manâs blood from her smart mouth. âWhere Logan!?â Y/n yelled at him.
âShut the fuck up!â Logan took his eyes off of the road and leaned towards y/n speaking through his teeth and tone sounding like a growl. Y/n shrugged her shoulders with a roll in her eyes before sitting back in the passenger seat.
âThatâs fuckinâ it,â Logan slammed on the brakes before putting the car in part. The angry man exited his vehicle, slammed the door behind him, and walked around the back to get to y/n.
Y/n was confused, not thinking he would leave her out there, so she just assumed he got out to cool down. Y/n laughed low, thinking she finally got the man before her door swung open.
âGet the fuck out,â Logan cussed as he grabbed y/n by her forearm. âHey, get the fuck off of me!â Y/n shouted as she tried pulling back, but the man was strong, leaving her door open and dragging her around to the front of his car.
Logan slammed y/nâs upper body on top of the hood, making her cry out from the short pain. The way he handled her was rough, but she wanted to act rough, right? So sheâll get it.
âGet the fuck off of me, you dumb bitch!â Y/n called the man out of her name, making him grab the back of her neck to pull her up then slam her back into the hood.
âKeep runninâ that fuckinâ mouth, and ima ruin it,â Logan threatens the girl, making her keep quiet but she kept fighting, wiggling and kicking under him.
âThatâs what I thought. Keep quiet, bitch. Always runninâ that fuckinâ mouth like you donât got a hole to fill,â Logan had his cock pulled over his jeans and belt. Now heâs tugging at her x men suit he refuses to wear.
âL-Logan-â y/â tried saying, but he did the same as last time, slamming her onto his hood. âYou tell me what to do one time, and ima hurt you, and ion think a pretty girl like you wants that, donât you?â Logan had brought his claws out next to her face to intimidate her, and it worked.
She wasnât scared of the man. Not one bit. She just knew how angry he could get, and that he was too strong to not get what he was shooting for her.
âTelling me I donât get what Scott gets. You think youâre fuckinâ hard to get? Huh!? You think your little whore ass is hard to stuff and impress?â
âOh, Bub, you gotta be dumb as fuck if you think you ainât. All I gotta do is stuff this pretty little thing, then treat you right. Give you money, gifts, and massages,â Logan leaned down towards the girl's heart as he dragged his fingers across her now exposed pussy.
âBet you want that, donât you, baby? I donât mind. Donât mind keepinâ you to myself so I donât have to see that bastard hands all over you again,â
Logan pushed to fingers into the girl, curling instantly to get a reaction out of her, and he did. A good one that heâs dreamt of hearing.
âKnew you wanted me. Just look at how much youâre clenching my fingers,â Logan teased as y/n shifted on the hood of his car, trying her best to keep in her moans or show how good this felt, but she failed.
âItâs okay, baby â Donât gotta feel embarrassed. Been smellinâ this pussy for months when youâre around me. Wet as a fuckinâ waterpark. So fuckinâ wet,â Logan groaned at the smell heâd been secretly sniffing at for forever.
âP-Please, stop that,â y/n begged, feeling him curl in the best places he could ever curl in. He knew where she needed it, which made this whole situation seem more hot to her.
âWhy? Gonna cum? Thought you hated me. Now youâre gonna leak on my fingers. So fuckinâ pathetic,â Logan growled in the girl's ear, pressing his body on her to give her a better feeling.
âCum for me, y/n â Cum so I can stuff you with my cock. Been hard ever since your sexy ass stepped in my car. Always smellinâ so fuckinâ good,â Logan sniffed the girl's neck, making her whine at the thought of Logan being that obsessed with her.
Y/n couldnât hold anything back anymore. She came around his fingers with a loud and broken moan, hearing his own grunting in her ear. He was getting off on making her feel good.
âAh huh â My good girl soakinâ my fingers for me. So fuckinâ good for me,â Logan pulled his fingers out of her and then sucked on them, licking every inch with an eye roll. She tasted amazing.
âFor a bitch, you do taste good,â Logan said, calling her out of her name to get a reaction, and he did. Y/n lifted her body to turn around and swing, but he quickly slammed her back on his car with a chuckle.
âYou worm stronger than me, baby girl. Gonna have to take my mouth for a few more minutes,â she could hear the smirk on his face, and she hated it. She hated him, but god were his fingers magical.
Before y/n could think of anything to say or do, Logan squeezed his cock in her hole, pushing and stretching her until she couldnât take it anymore.
âWhatâs up, baby? To much? Too much cock to talk back to me?â Logan asked as her cries cracked. She felt pressure in her stomach. He was huge, and he knew that. Heâs always wanted to watch her take him.
âCâmon, baby, talk back. Call me a bitch. Say I canât get a woman to save my life. Say I canât get you. Tell me youâre not easy, and Iâll pull out of this leaky cunt,â Logan said, knowing she wouldnât and couldnât say anything.
âThatâs what I fuckinâ thought. Keep that fuckinâ mouth shut from now on, or Iâll tear you just like this in front of the crew,â Logan told no lie. He was an animal, and marking what was his was what he was best at.
âYeah, I know, baby. So fuckinâ big. Gonna give you this every day. Train you to take my cock, and my cock only. Iâll know when youâve been a whore. Iâll know if you let Scott touch you,â
âAnd let me tell you if he does. If he does, y/n, I swear to god, Iâll fuck the mutant outta you. Iâll make you a brain-dead human. Make you so fuckinâ dumb on my cock, he wonât even want you anymore. Only I will,â
Logan tugged y/nâs hair, making her back arch and her ear meet his mouth. âGonna breed this lil girl, then take you back to my room. Youâre around me twenty-four seven, now. You ride with me, and me only. I catch this pretty ass on Scottâs motorcycle, and Iâll fuckinâ claw it off,â
Logan couldnât stop threatening y/n. He wanted her to know she belonged to him, and no one else. After he stuck his cock in, he was going to make her know that. This was finally a time to mark her.
âMhm hm â So good. So so good,â Logan whispered in the brisk ear as his cock twitched. Y/n whined, knowing he was close. Before she could tell him to pull out, he began filling her up.
Y/n cried low, scared of what he just did, but at the same time, he seemed like he was going to do anything to make her keep it. The way he talked to her and handled her like sheâs been his forever, made the situation feel better.
âFuck,â Logan breathed out as he let y/nâs hair go and leaned on her back, cum still spilling in her as her walls clenched around him.
âFuck,â Logan said, this time in a different done. In a more what did I do tone. âFuck, y/n,â Logan pulled out of the girl and fixed himself up quickly, feeling his heartbeat raise.
âY/n, we gotta- I- Fuck, I donât know what I just did,â he admitted. âShit,â Logan pulled y/n off of his car hood slowly before turning her around to rest and a more comfortable way.
âYou still here, baby?â Logan asked, hands rubbing her cheek to comfort her. âMhm hm,â she mummed, making him smile slightly. âGood. Thought I lost you for a second,â he chuckle.
âWanna go back to my room to rest? Kinda had a long, uh, long ride?â He said. âWanna go to my room. Scott was supposed to meet me-â Y/n cut herself off with a laugh, watching his face drop.
âThat shit ainât funny,â Logan said as she kept laughing. âYou ainât goinâ back to your room. As a matter of fact, Iâm moving your shit to mine,â Logan pulled y/n off of the car and guided her back to the passenger seat.
âI was just playing, Logan. When I say me and him are friends, I mean it,â y/n assured the man. âDonât care,â Logan shut the door in her face before going back to his driver's seat.
âLogan,â y/n said as he got in the car silently. The man ignored her and started the car, upset Scottâs name was brought up in any way. He hated that. He only wanted his name to roll off of her tongue.
âLogan,â y/n leaned over to him to rest her head on his shoulder. âDonât think thatâs gonna work, Bub,â Logan said, face on the road with no emotion.
âMhmkay,â the girl lifted her head up to lean back in her seat, but Logan stopped her with his right hand and pulled her back. âIan says you can move though,â he said, making her laugh.
Logan chuckled before placing a kiss on her forehead, not knowing how he got here, but he knew it was right. He knew this little thing heâd been having towards her was just some middle school love.
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rafe has always been close with his sisterâŠÂ Â
18+ mdni!
c/w: icky themes, incest, dubcon, oral (m receiving), rafe being a perv about his (adopted) sister & her being inexperienced  Â
wc: 1.7k
if this is something you donât like pls scroll, read something else & leave me alone xx  Â
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Her big brother has always been rather overbearing, which is something sheâs tried to shrug off as him merely being protective, but as far as her understanding of siblings goesâ they arenât supposed to act the way Rafe does. Â
Ever since they were little, Rafe has been weird about everyone in their strange family, but sometimes it makes her feel gross when he barges into her room while sheâs changingâ not even bothering to cover his eyes as he sits down on her mattress and starts ranting about something completely irrelevant.
It makes her feel disgusting when she notices the subtle smirk tugging at his mouth as his gaze narrows down onto whatever bare sliver of skin sheâs hurriedly trying to hide from his borderline hungry eyes.  Â
And she doesnât particularly enjoy when he gets wasted or high off of whatever heâs snorted at some stupid party and insists that he just has to sleep next to her because heâs not feeling good. And despite her drowsy complaints, heâs always snuggling too close for comfort with his hands all over her; pulling her flush against him and letting the cushion of his lips graze the skin of her neck.
He keeps telling her that itâs nothing out of the ordinary when he gives her details about the girls heâs slept with and what his favorite positions are, even if sheâs told him multiple times that she doesnât want to know. And whenever theyâre home alone, he even goes as far as bringing girls to his roomâ making sure their loud moans echo right into her bedroom when he knows sheâs trying to study.  Â
And whenever heâs tagging along during her little shopping trips (he doesnât let her go alone because âwhat if something happens?â), he always demands on joining her in the fitting roomsâ even squeezing himself into the crammed space when sheâs trying on lingerie, claiming that she absolutely needs his opinion.  Â
âRafe, thatâs weird,â she tries to get him to wait outside but of course he merely rolls his eyes. Â
âSânot weird, know how indecisive you can be, jusâ wanna help,â he says, seemingly genuine while heâs already fiddling with the clip of her bra.  Â
And she feels her cheeks burning when the cashier mentions how sweet it is that her boyfriend is paying for her clothesâ to which Rafe merely chuckles while she canât find the words to correct the poor woman because sheâd probably faint if she learned the truth about their relationship.
More often than not, he tends to be borderline territorial. One time, sheâs simply talking to a guy at some party, when all of a sudden, she feels an all too familiar presence behind her.
âWhoâs this, hm?â he slurs, slinging a heavy arm over her shoulder.  Â
âOh, itâsâŠum, no one,â she peeps out because she knows how he is. However, her attempts at calming him down prove to be fruitless because heâs already approaching the guy with a scoff.  Â
âYou, uh, you do know that this is mâsister, right? Mine. So, why donât you, uh, go ân try to impress some other bitch, yeah?â he offers him a sickly-sweet smile, voice harsh before telling her theyâre leavingâ strong hands on her waist already dragging her towards his truck.
âI was having fun,â she complains when heâs putting the seatbelt on herâ his breath smelling of beer when he drawls out a reply. âYou can have all the fun you want with me when we get home, yeah?â  Â
âBut I wanted to spend time with my friends,â she pouts.  Â
âThatâs just too bad then, isnât it?â he murmurs while starting the engineâ resting a warm palm on her thigh soon after, ignoring her efforts of shrugging it off. Â
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When he learns that she hasnât had her first kiss yet (because why would anyone even think about touching her when they know Rafe is a complete psycho), he mocks her to the point of her eyes growing glossy as she tries to blink away the soggy droplets.
âSâokay, you wanna get it over with, hm? Iâll help you,â he so kindly offers with faux concern glimmering in the moonstones of his eyes.  Â
âRafe, thatâs gross,â she frowns, to which he merely furrows his brows before scoffingâ as if sheâs the one being weird.  Â
âSo, uh, so you tellinâ me you want someâŠsome stranger at a party who only wants to get in your pants to do it instead?â he narrows his eyes as if thatâs the only alternative. Â
âNâ no,â her answer is hesitant. Â
âListen, mâjustâŠmâjust, tryna be a good brother ân help my little sister out, but if you donât want mâhelp then donât come cryinâ to me when you embarrass yourself cause you donât even know how to kiss,â he lifts his hands up in surrender before shrugging, suggesting that heâd merely be doing her a favor.  Â
And before her brain has the time to process whatâs happening, heâs already dragging her into his lap. And it feels wrong when their mouths are suddenly slotting togetherâ when heâs letting out a shallow groan and slipping his tongue past her teeth without so much as a warning.
âRafe! You didnât tell me you were gonna do that,â she squeaks out, pulling away with her face all crumpled up, feeling disconcerted.  Â
âShut up, youâre gonna wake up everyone, thought you wanted to learn?â he mutters out before heâs smearing his mouth on hers once moreâ this time with a tight grip on her jaw that forces her to stay put as the the kiss turns into something sloppy; wet.
And afterwards, he makes her promise that she wonât tell anyone because âyou donât want dad to get mad at you, do you?â and even if she feels guilt eat away at her, she keeps it to herself because the last thing she wants is to upset anyone.Â
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âRafe guess what? I have a date tomorrow,â she gives him a giddy smile while stepping into his room a few weeks later. Â
âWith who?â he eyes her while slouching on his bed, seemingly in the midst of texting someone.
âThis guy I met on the beach today,â she sits down on the edge of the mattress when he places his phone on his nightstand.
âYeah? Whatâs his name?â he asks, shifting closer. Â
âUm, Ethan.âÂ
âLast name?â Â
âIâ I donât know, didnât askâŠwhy does it matter? Was just wondering if you could drive me there?â she says, surprised by his sudden interest.Â
âWhere?â his tone sounds almost exasperated now, as if sheâs done something bad.
âUm, weâre just gonna hang out at his house,â she chews on her bottom lip, suddenly nervous.
âYou havinâ a date at his house? You finally gonna lose that virginity, huh?â he asks as patronizing laughter bubbles from his chest.
âWhat? No! Sânot like that,â she mumbles, her skin already boiling.Â
âNo? You do know when guys say they wanna hang out, it means they wanna fuck, right? Youâre not that stupid, are you?â his gaze is borderline condescending when he raises his brows.
âWell, heâs not like that, he seems nice,â she tries to defend herself, feeling small all of a sudden.
âSweetheart, every guyâs like that, especially the ones that seem nice, youâre so fuckinâ naive,â he scoffs while running a hand through his hair.
âYou know what? Forget about it, Iâll just walk there,â she huffs out, standing up to leave, however, she doesnât get far before heâs grabbing at her arm.
âListen, mâjust tryna look out for you, okay? Donât feel like dealinâ with your shit âbout how he broke your heart. I mean, if youâre not gonna let him hit, heâs gonna be expectinâ somethinâ else, you know that, right?â
She swallows.
âIâ are you sure? ButâŠbut I donât even know how toââÂ
âPoor baby, what would you do without your big brother, hm? Donât worry, Iâll teach you, yeah?â he coos before pinky promising heâll be gentle.
And thatâs how she ends up on her knees in front of him.Â
âRay, this doesnât feelâŠright,â she mumbles out, eyes focused on the ruddy tip heâs thumbing over while he stares at her.
âShh, can be our little secret, yeah? Jusâ wanna make sure my little sister doesnât embarrass herself,â he lets out a grunt when she blinks up at him with uncertain eyes.
âOpen your mouth, tongue out,â he instructs while moving closer to her tentative form, biting his lip when she gingerly does what he tells her to. Then, heâs thudding the drippy head on the flat of her tongueâ one, two, three times, which makes her let out a noise; something that only seems to spur him on.
He tastes salty and she doesnât necessarily mind it, which makes her feel entirely too gross about the situation altogetherâ the words âI donât wanna do this anymoreâ turning into a tangled muddle when heâs already pushing past her lips, making her gag around the sudden intrusion.
âShit, thaâs good, jusâ take it, yeah?â he rumbles out; a big hand holding the back of her head as he stuffs himself deeper down her throatâ cock twitching in response to her whines and attempts at drawing away for air.
It overwhelms her to no end when heâs so rough, abrasive, but despite his broken promise, sheâs unable to prevent her thighs from pressing together when throaty moans keep escaping him; his respiration turning labored by each lazy rut of his hips while her head begins to spin.
Only when his sticky cum gushes onto her tongueâ the white substance dribbling past the seam of her lips and covering her chin in the process, does he grant her a moment to catch her breath.
âGuys like it when you swallow,â his voice is like gravel when he pushes at her jaw, heady gaze glued to the way her throat bobs when she does just that, the aftertaste of what theyâve done making her feel stained; dirty.
âYou know, sâcute you thought Iâd let some, some shithead fuck my sister,â he sounds almost humored as he pats at the flushed skin of her cheekâ making her eyes turn watery when he swipes a thumb under her wobbly bottom lip to clean up the remaining mess.
She feels something in her guts churn when he tucks it back into her mouth with a sick smile.
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[ID: reply from @tianlavellan saying âhey op i hope this isn't annoying please absolutely 100% ignore me if it is but - if you're willing to ramble about neve. make me like her? i'm so sad because i just don't care for her and i wish i diddddd please help me change my mind about her?â]
sheâs SUCH a male character archetype, is i think what gets me
in veilguard every companionâs world adapts to the genre that the companion belongs to. dock town is constantly in a detective story, because neve lives there. (or neve is who she is because she lives in a detective story? food for thought.) but she doesnât play the role women usually do in those stories. by rights she should be a femme fatale or a weeping widow or a dead body. instead, sheâs the lead, the emotionally calloused private eye who smokes and can throw a punch, the protector of the people
and she gets to be so many other things that are in my experience usually only for male characters!! people respect her and rely on her without question, nobody surprised that sheâs capable. she focuses on work while living off greasy fried food in a lonely apartment, none of which is presented as some kind of embarrassing failure of femininity, just what sheâs chosen to value. sheâs allowed to be suspicious, to make you work to win her trust, to withhold her forgiveness and supportive spells from you if she chooses, without being painted as a bitch for it. she gets to be the jaded lone wolf of the team! thatâs crazy! it would be so easy to play her as an ice queen âstrong independent womanâ whose confidence never cracks, but instead they get the dry, cynical tone and tight hold on her emotions without denying that she has emotions or making her feel like less of a person who gets to have needs and griefs and worries too. they got a really good balance of how she clearly could use more support than sheâs had, without it feeling like she needs a rescue. she can live without you, she just shouldnât have to
sheâs just so cool idk... i think she doesnât reveal as much as easily as some of the other companions, but thatâs why to me it feels so much more earned and interesting when she DOES open up
#neve gallus#i think its usually worth challenging yourself âhow would i feel if this character were a man?â#but especially here bc like. undeniably checks so many male character boxes and would be a fandom darling#if she were one
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Eeek I love your writing it makes me so đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶ Can I make a request?
If you do angst to comfort, can you make reader waiting for Alastor to come back (they're married) for seven years? Reader's friends has been pushing them to have a new loverâintroducing them to new demons or overlords that the reader might like, but the reader only loves one; which is Alastor. Until Vox made the news that he was back, for months, without looking for the reader. Which makes the reader think Alastor doesn't love them anymore and tries to not be in his attention whenever they meet and pretends to not know him. What will Alastor do? :3 Thank yous!!!
Oh man...that ANGST!!!
Alastor X Reader Headcanons
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ïžRomantic
âïžPlatonic
TW: Reader is sad, Suggestive
Description: âïžâŹïž
When Alastor first dissappears, you assume he's just busy and will be back by the end of the day
And then you wake up alone...so maybe he'll be back tomorrow. Tomorrow turns into a week, a week turns into a month...
He's just gone, suddenly ripped away from you without warning and you didn't even get a proper goodbye
So you search for him, you ask everyone if they've seen him or heard about his whereabouts
You even ask Vox if he managed to kill your husband, knowing the TV head wouldn't be able to resist bragging about it
Instead, he looks surprised and uncomfortable with your obvious distress, muttering something about keeping an eye out for you
Rosie is worried too and offers her help but turns up nothing, she does her best to keep an eye on you
You never give up on finding him, knowing that he's alive out there
After the first three years your friends start trying to get you to move on, setting you up with available bachelors
Valentino has offered to help you get over your husband multiple times because he's just such a good guy
You don't give any of them a chance, you had already found the one man you wanted to be with for eternity and married him
He's just not here at the moment
The pain in your heart is just as strong as when you first realized Alastor was missing, crying yourself to sleep nearly every night
The only time you get to see him now is in your dreams, clutching one of his jackets with his scent still on it
You just feel so abandoned...
After the sixth year, your friends try to get you to move or throw out some of Alastor's things but you can't bring yourself to do it
He's going to come back to you, you know it, so you keep your wedding ring on and still present yourself as a married woman
Rosie makes sure you take care of yourself on the days when your sadness swallows you whole
"Wipe away those tears now, have you eaten today? No? I have just the thing for you.."
Seven years go by and nothing has changed for you
You're sad and miserable, running errands when you suddenly pass by an electronics store, seeing Vox on the TV
That's nothing new to you, you almost turn away and keep walking until you hear Vox say something about Alastor
You're suddenly frozen, listening to Vox bitch about Alastor's multiple offenses during these last few months
He's been back...for months..? And hasn't come to see his wife?
You're blinking away hot tears, the air in your lungs going sour and your stomach doing flips
Did Alastor really abandon you like that? You need to go see the one person who you know has been digging into Alastor for as long as you have
Vox literally screams like a child when you're suddenly bursting into his office and grabbing him by his suit
"How long has my FUCKING HUSBAND BEEN BACK!? And why didn't you tell me, Vox!? WHY!?"
"FUCK! Who let you in here!?"
"VOX!" You're shaking him now, making his screen glitch out
"A-at least a couple of months for sure! He's doing something with Lucifer's daughter and a hotel or some shit! I thought you would've been the first to know he was back!"
Vox is relieved when you finally let go of him, fixing his suit before suddenly giving you a cruel grin
"Wait wait wait-don't tell me-he hasn't come to see you this whole time!? You wait all these years for him and he's shacking up with Lucifer's daughter, a porn star and who knows who else!?"
He suddenly stops laughing when you slam his screen into his desk, storming out afterward so he doesn't see the angry tears in your eyes
"Don't get mad at me because he started a new life without you!"
Vox knew exactly which ugly worries to pull out of your head and you let him get to you
But you knew he was right, looking at all the evidence presented to you...it does look like Alastor is starting over
A small part of you is telling you that he's replaced you somehow but you have enough pride to doubt it
But that self pity comes back to bite you that same night, crying harder than you ever have before
By the end of the week, you've convinced yourself that he doesn't love you anymore, that he got bored of you
You still haven't taken off your wedding ring yet
Imagine your surprise when on your way home you bump into Charlie Morningstar, the princess of hell herself
She somehow managed to crash into you and knock down everything you were carrying, making you sigh and bend down to pick it up
"Oh my gosh, I'M SO SORRY!!" đ„ș
You mumble something forgiving back to her, still picking up your things when you hear a familiar voice that makes your heart ache
"Charlie, my dear! What sort of mischief have you gotten int-Y/N?"
You're still as beautiful as Alastor remembers, if not even more so
You can hear the surprise in his voice, along with notes of panic and guilt
You just ignore him, gathering the rest of your things before walking in the opposite direction of them, you don't dare look at Alastor
You know you would break down if you did
He doesn't follow you, nor does he follow you the next time you run into him, or the time after that
It hurts you a little more each time, wanting to know if your husband ever loved you at this point
He doesn't know what boundaries to push with you anymore, he just misses you like crazy
Alastor knows he has to do something-
He tries cornering you the next time he sees you, standing in your way
"Y/N, please just let me explain-"
"I don't know who you're talking about, I'm not who you think I am."
He grabs your wrist, eyeing your wedding band with a frustrated expression
"You're wearing our wedding ring..."
"This is the ring my husband gave to me, and I haven't seen him in years."
You rip away your arm and walk away from him, crying to yourself over how much it hurts
You don't see how his ears lay low, and how he watches you with a regretful expression
He wishes he could just tell you everything, wants to run after you and hold you
But his deal doesn't allow it, he wanted to go straight to you when he got back-never wanted to leave you in the first place
But he was also too ashamed to face you, scared to find that you moved on or that you no longer loved him
He hates that he's hurting his wife like this and it sours his mood for weeks afterwards
Charlie and Vaggie start to understand that Alastor's sudden angry attitude always happens whenever he sees you
But they don't know who you are and they're way too afraid to ask Alastor because he's still digging his claws into everything out of anger
Niffty is actually the one who tells them that you're his wife but Husk explains to them that you're probably pissed at him for disappearing
Charlie is crying at the thought of Alastor and his wife being separated, Vaggie having to comfort her
So the two women get to work on finding you themselves, showing up on your doorstep one day and inviting you to the hotel
It takes a lot of coaxing and convincing from them to finally get you to go with them
You're a bit surprised to hear that Alastor is helping with a hotel centered around the idea of redemption
But you figure he's got some sort of angle, he always does
Alastor isn't there when you three arrive, Charlie having talked your ear off about everything Alastor has been doing to help
Which is unlike him, you're immediately suspicious
But you recognize Husk and Niffty, the little woman running to you and crawling all over you in excitement
"Y/N! Y/N! You're here! Are you gonna stay? Is your house messy? Do you have roaches for me to kill~?"
"Hey Y/N, you look like you need a drink.."
You almost start crying then and there, not having realized how much you missed them too, hugging Niffty tight as you take a seat at the bar
It almost feels like old times, the three of you talking late into the night until it's just you and Husker...
He takes a shot and seems to be preparing himself for something, uncomfortable suddenly
"Y/N...there's something I gotta tell you...about your husband..."
You're expecting to hear the worst, to hear that Alastor cheated, to hear that he's seeing someone new
But what Husk tells you is far FAR from that...you don't know whether to be thankful or horrified
Your husband's soul...owned by someone else? Just what did that man get himself into?
You don't even realize you're crying until Husk is awkwardly hugging you, patting your back gently as you cling to him
At some point, you must've fallen asleep because you wake up in an unfamiliar bed, your face buried in Alastor's neck
You almost relax and fall back asleep before your eyes suddenly pop open, jolting up and shoving him away
Even with what Husk told you, you're still mad at him, he never came back to see you
Alastor wakes up fast enough to realize he's falling off the bed, climbing back up with downward facing ears
"We need to talk, darling.."
"What is there to talk about? You don't want a wife anymore, is that it? Is that why you never came to see me?"
He looks so guilty and upset, his smile tense as he looks away, you have to resist the urge to rub his ears
You flinch away at first when he takes your hands before reluctantly letting him hold them, missing him too much to fight it
"I was too ashamed to face you...there's so much I can't tell you and I was...scared that you would be with someone new."
"Do you have any idea how much pain I was in? Alastor, it nearly broke me.."
He has tears pricking in the corners of his eyes, looking away to try and save face as he pulls you in for a tight hug
"Just please...forgive me and let me be your husband again. I'll do everything I can to fix this..."
It doesn't make up for all the pain you felt for seven years but it's definitely a start
You've missed him too much to continue being angry with him, so you just cling to him and cry
You cry until you both fall asleep again, eventually waking up tangled in each other's arms
He's kissing all over your face, ghosting his lips over your eyes, your nose, your forehead, eventually getting to your lips
You suddenly feel so full of emotion, like you could burst with happiness at finally having Alastor again
You had nearly given up hope that you would feel him, taste his lips, or smell his raw scent ever again
You dig your nails into him when he tries to pull away, forcing him to kiss you longer as his hands bruise your hips
You both are panting by the time you pull away, bodies pressed as close as possible out of a need for contact
His voice comes out like static, leaning in for another kiss as gazes at you with loving eyes
"I have missed you...so much..."
You could cry if it weren't for the fact that you were sick of crying, instead rolling yourself on top of him and kissing along his jaw
"You better prove it to me."
His pleased growl followed by claws digging into your clothes answered you well enough
You know he still has a lot to make up for but this is a good start
Sorry this one came out so long!! I hope you like it!!
#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor hazbin hotel x reader#alastor hazbin x reader#alastor x reader#hazbin x reader
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Taigenâs love confession NEEDS to come before he finds out Mizu is a woman.
Listen. I have given this a lot of thought and the more I think about it, the more Iâm sure. When looking at Mizu and Mikioâs marriage, we can see how Mikio was in to the idea of a strong woman only so far as he was still stronger than her. This is clear when Mikio insists that he wants to âsee all of [mizu]â and insists that they spar; Mikio doesnât unsheath his blade even though Mizu tell him not to hold back. He assumes he is stronger than her and when this is proven false, like the beta bitch he is, he bails.
But with Taigen itâs different. Mizu and Taigenâs relationship has been a power struggle from the start. Taigen wasnât introduced to Mizu as a woman or a wife. Taigen has always seen Mizu as a swordsman first. And when the hostility between the two starts to cool, it is because of their mutual admiration of the otherâs skill. Mizuâs strength and boldness are what win Taigen over in the first place.
We also see a very important juxtapose between when Mizu pins Mikio to the ground and when she pins Taigen to the ground. In the first instance, Mikio pushes Mizu off him and calls her a monster. He feels put off and emasculated by being overpowered. In the Mizu/Taigen scene, however, once Mizu has Taigen pinned, he stares, awestruck, into Mizuâs eyes and gets a raging hard on. Instead of feeling emasculated, Taigen get so aroused that he has a full blown bi awakening.
So we know that Taigen is different to Mikio in that he is attracted to Mizu BECAUSE she can kick his ass, not in spite of it. But Mizu has been burned before. Badly. So if Taigen were to confess his feelings and tell Mizu that her strength is what he adores most about her, sheâd be like, âright, sure, heard that one before.â And thatâs why Taigen needs to confess his feelings BEFORE he finds out whatâs in Mizuâs pants.
In my daydreaming about a Migen love confession, I find myself reminded of this quote. How Mikio was like the exotic bird collector. He only liked the idea of Mizu knowing her way around a sword so long as at the end of the day, he can still put her back into the caged-in roll of the house wife.
Taigen is also guilty of this with Akemi. I sure there is still no small amount of attraction and love between them, but I think Taigen pursues Akemi mostly out of the personal fable he has written about himself; the poor fishermanâs son who raises himself up to be the star of his Dojo and then marries a princess. He might not have wanted to cage Akemi as much as other men would have, but he still sees her as the exotic bird. The prize. And thats why I canât ship them.
But with Mizu itâs different. Taigen even admits that Mizu is a better fighter than him. He KNOWS he could never cage her and by the end on the first season he strops trying, opting to stand beside her instead of against her (âitâs your fight, so itâs mineâ đ) So when he does confess his feelings, he has to do is as one man to another and make it clear to Mizu that her strength is what he loves most and that he would never want her to be anything less then the superior swordsman she is.
Only then will Mizu have a chance of believing that Taigen wants to be with her, not to subdue her into a wifely role, but to stand beside her in all her greatness. If Taigenâs confession were to come after he finds out sheâs a woman, Mizu might just think, âoh, NOW you want to be with me, cause you think just because Iâm a woman Iâll eventually submit to you.â Mizu needs to know she is loved AS SHE IS.
Also, I just think it would be HILLARIOUS if Taigen confesses, and Mizu is like, â well thenâŠ.. I guess I should let you knowâŠâ and then Taigen spends the rest of the episode with his mind fucking BLOWN and complaining that he has spent the last several months coming to terms with the fact that he is attracted to another man only to find out the man he is attracted to is a woman! He goes through a whole bi awakening for nothing!
#blue eye samurai#mizu#mizu x taigen#taigen#mizu/taigen#blueeyesamurai#mizugen#blue eye samurai spoilers#tv: blue eye samurai#akemi
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Pink lace - Raymond Leon x stepdaughter reader
Summary: Raymond finds his stepdaughters lacy thong and has a *hard* time accepting how much sheâs grown.
Warnings: angry sex, face fucking, age gap, slight incest, heâs aggressiveđ, squirting, ROUGH, p in v , small sprinkle of âdaddyâ and âlittle girlâ but not much, general adult content and smut (one small mention of story line / time as money reference) no context at all basically just porn - no foreplay just basically desperate angry fucking
I feel like this is shit xx
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Tutting as he rummaged around the pile of dirty laundry to find his favourite black pullover, your stepdad Raymond was growing agitated at its lack of presence in the basket.
Flicking the fabric around as his wrist threw countless pieces of material, he internally complained about your mother and her inability to wash his clothes on time.
Useless bitch.
Huffing out as he stopped his search, his eyes remained on the pile as he furrowed his brows at the baby pink that slightly peaked out around the surrounding darkness.
Blinking at the pop of colour for a few seconds before reaching in and pulling the fabric out, his eyes widened as he clenched his jaw at the lacy, soft pair of pink panties in his fingers.
Slightly rotating them in his hand as he continued to pinch around the hip, the vein in his neck protruded as his blood pumped in disgust.
His face heated up and his teeth grated, ignoring his hardening cock pull at his core as he analysed how slutty the panties were, how pathetically thin the material was and how the size of them were a lame excuse for underwear.
Knowing they didnât belong to your mother as she stopped making an effort to arouse him way too long ago, he swelled under his waistband as he pictured your young, tight body in nothing but the soft lace he held in his fingers.
His anger flushed across his skin as he thought he raised you better than this, better than an easy whore who wore close to nothing to cover her cunt under her clothes.
Clenching his jaw painfully shut and fisting a ball around your panties, he turned around and stormed through the hallway to your bedroom.
âWhat do you call these?â
The door swung open and his voice boomed through your walls, shooting your head up in fright as his intrusion into your room was aggressive and heart pounding.
Looking up at him, he stood proud with your panties dangling in the air and your cheeks flushed a warm red, embarrassed that your stepfather was showing you your own underwear and questioning your choice of undergarment.
âA thong? Really? I didnât raise you to be a whore!â
He dropped his hand and furrowed his brows at you, shaking his head in disbelief as you sat on your bed hoping the sheets would suck you whole.
âWhy are you touching them!â
You blurred out, your voice louder than what you had intended.
âDonât you dare raise your voice at meâŠâ
He held his finger up and you pouted at his tone.
âIf your mother wasnât such a useless wife I wouldnât of found these.â
He spat through his teeth and spoke his words like venom, a strong vibration of hatred bouncing off of him as he spoke.
âIâm a grown woman! I can wear whatever-â
You crossed your arms as you defended your clothing choices, wishing heâd just drop it and leave you alone as per normal.
âYeah? Youâre a grown woman huh?â
He spoke sarcastically and waved his hands to his sides in unison to his words, mocking and belittling you in your own room.
âYes! I can wear whatever I want.â
You stated yourself obviously, his face cringing in disgust at your proud words.
âGrown enough to dress like a slut?â
Your cheeks deepened with his words, thrown off guard by his explicit language.
âGrown enough to be wearing practically nothing around your cunt?â
He started walking closer to your bed, your core heating up as youâd never seen him so seething before.
Covering your ears in response to his filthy words, he held your panties up in front of him and cocked his brows in irritability to your lack of responses.
âStop! Please⊠stop.â
You squeezed your eyes yet felt your cunt pool in your shorts, a confusing mix of arousal and humiliation to his harsh words.
âDisgusting.â
He threw your panties onto your bed and you snatched them, removing them from his sight in hopes he would soon leave your room after making his point so clear.
Unfortunately, he turned to your dresser, stomping down as he ripped open the top drawer and widened his eyes at the array of lace, pink and white that coated the base of the wood.
âWhatâs this?â
His words were sharp as he pulled out a white corset.
âFuck⊠whatâs this?â
His words sobbed, now pulling out a sparkly pink bra your mother got you when you turned 16.
He continued to rip out items of lingerie as his face pulled into a more disgusted look than it was a few seconds prior, contradicting his leaking, pulsating tip at just how soft and plush your lace was.
You watched as your expensive panties and bras were chucked onto the floor, the humiliation stinging your chest as with each piece he pulled, the angrier he seemed to become.
âOh my god⊠stop!â
You screeched at him. He stopped instantly but remained paused in his position for a couple of seconds before dropping his hands slowly off your drawer and turning his neck onto you.
His hair was falling in his face and his cheeks were flushed, his irritation proving apparent on the cringed look on his face.
âIs this what you wanted?â
His voice was soft and quiet now, pulling your back up straight as it jarred you to see him so emotional.
He was never not emotional, just he didnât have a good relationship with your mother anymore. Fuck, did anyone? She hadnât even been home for the past few days, unsure of her whereabouts created tension between you and your stepfather that you didnât dare address or talk about.
âIs what what I wanted?â
You spoke through exasperated words, tired of his fickle mood and unnecessary anger.
âThisâŠ?â
He turned around and walked fiercely towards you, reaching down to his crotch and grabbing his thick, throbbing cock.
âIs this what you wanted?â
He walked over to the side of your bed, pulling you by your hair to sit on the edge and grasping your scalp violently as he shook you to his words.
âTo see your step daddyâs hard cock in your face?â
He held you inches away from his groin, his fingers wrapping around his painfully obvious veiny shaft. Your cunt dripped at how deliciously huge he was, feeling his heat so close to your face made you burn an internally feral heat to your core.
âN-no.â
You muttered out, licking your lips as they swelled and your face heated with arousal.
He groaned a throaty growl as his fingers pressed further into your scalp. Panting slowly as he felt his cock grow angry in impatience.
âFix it.â
He spoke through his teeth, shaking your scalp to bring you closer to his erection.
Moving as fast as you could as soon as he gave you the green light, your delicate fingers worked on his zip and shook his jeans down, watching as they pooled at his ankles and biting your lower lip in anticipation.
Pawing desperately at his piping hot, clothed cock he groaned and rolled his head back, his eyes rolling with his neck and his jaw clenching in an attempt to hide his animalistic groans to your soft touch.
Feeling at his erection through the cotton of his underwear, your cunt was leaking onto your bed sheets as you had waited so long to finally feel him.
Ripping his waistband away from his hips, his massive, needy cock sprung out and landed close to your face, a squeak leaving your lips as he looked even bigger free than he did behind the prison of his underwear.
Opening your mouth slightly to take his salty, pre cum covered tip in your mouth, he swung his head down and furrowed his brows as his jaw dropped at how cute you looked with your stepfathers cock on your lips.
âOh fuck⊠suck your daddyâs cock.â
He mumbled through a groan, listening to his instructions you took a couple of inches of him into your mouth.
Just after his tip was wrapped in your wet lips through your delicate, soft sucks, he gripped tighter at the back of your head and snapped his hips forward.
His balls were on your chin and you gagged around the size of him, your nose on his pubic area as your eyes swelled and you sobbed out through your nose.
You squirmed beneath him as an acid kicked in your chest, his huge cock breaching your neck and suffocating you as he groaned at how tight your throat was.
âOh babyâŠâ
He pulled his hips out and flexed at the string of spit that followed, his brows knitting tighter together and his breath leaving his lungs.
âFuck!â
He winced, snapping his hips forward once again and slamming his tip well past your tonsils.
Grunting at the feeling your mouth around him, he continued to grasp at your hair till your scalp stung as he fucked your throat violently, snapping his hips forward in a painful force and dragging his cock out even faster.
You began suffocating as your eyes poured with pained tears and your palms rested on his upper thighs.
Your plush room was filled with sounds of you gagging, sobbing and his groans. Your spit began to pour outside your mouth, dripping liquid out your cunt and mouth simultaneously.
âLook at you go little girlâŠâ
He grunted through quick pants, praising how well your throat was taking his cock as he repeatedly slammed himself into the back of it.
âTaking me so well.â
His voice was possessed with growls.
You thought you may pass out, your eyes rolling at your lack of breath and the sting in your scalp, your nose running and spit pouring as he fucked the hole in your face with no sympathy.
After fucking your mouth for what felt like hours, he dragged his hips out and his pulsating tip bounced in front of your face, glistening with his pre cum and your saliva against your pretty fairylights.
Quickly reaching past you, he lent over and grabbed your panties you attempted to hide from him earlier.
Shoving them in your mouth and as you muffled âmhmâ at the taste of yourself, he shoved your shoulders down onto the bed and began stroking his swollen cock at the sight of you whoring yourself out to him.
âLook how fucking easy you areâŠâ
His knees stood strong as he watched over you, your eyes brimming with tears from his violent thrusts and your pussy leaking out onto the bed.
He let go of his cock and hooked his fingers under your shorts, ripping them from your body and groaning at your dripping cunt that glistened beautifully in your room.
âSuch a slut.â
He spat his words, your muffled moan leaving a wet spot on the cotton in your mouth.
Dropping his body over yours, his hand fell next to your face as his neck stayed down to watch his tip get soaked by your desperate, leaking cunt.
âOh yes⊠soak my fucking cock.â
His voice was low as he dragged his tip along your aching slit, needing his cock to fill you and fuck you till you hurt.
You muffled through the used underwear in your mouth and your brows furrowed, wiggling underneath him to attempt to show him how needy you were for him.
Grasping at one of your hips to keep you still, he grunted angrily and snapped his eyes to yours.
âDonât be so fucking desperate.â
He spat on your face as he scolded you, your eyes swelling at his words and your core aching impatient for him.
Stroking his tip once more from your clit to your hole, he sunk into your cunt and your back arched at the feeling of him stretching you out.
Dropping his head into the crook of your neck and feeling his groan vibrate into your skin, your eyes swelled as he rolled deeply into your body.
Pulling his palm from the side of you to your mouth, his head remained in your neck as his hand covered your already cotton gagged lips.
Pulling his hips out as you shook at the feeling of his huge cock leaving your tight hole, your pussy swelled around him and clenched as he pushed into you once more.
âSo fucking tight princessâŠâ
You felt his legs shake as his hips met yours once again, his cock filling you to your tummy and leaving you fuller than youâd ever felt.
Pulling out and slamming into you once more, his pace fastened as he furiously fucked your tight cunt and moaned in sync to your clenching walls.
Feeling the knot in your groin heat up as your orgasm chased you, he felt your body tense and fucked you in the same spot, hitting the soft point inside of you as your sobs became deafening.
Feeling the heat come undone, you squirted and leaked aggressively against his lower stomach and your walls filled with a loud wet, squelching noise as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.
Convulsing under him, you shook violently as the rush ran over your skin, your stomach sticking to his with each thrust.
âMaking such a mess around your daddyâs cock.â
His eyes pulled up to meet yours, admiring the way you looked cock drunk beneath him.
He groaned and his neck fell forward once more, his eyes meeting the back of his head as you fluttered around him.
Tears were pouring out your eyes as you muffled a scream into the cotton, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were grasping at the sheet below you.
Pulling his head up once more to meet your eyes, his face was red and flushed as his eyes were wet and lips moist.
âLet me hear those- oh fuck- pretty moans baby.â
He ripped the cotton out your mouth, a large sigh escaping your lips now that you could finally breath.
You moaned loudly, whining in pain as his cock continued to plough into you unforgivingly.
âYes- yes⊠fuck!â
His strokes continued to fuck you as they turned sloppy and weak, his balls tightening as they emptied his cum into the back of your walls.
The sound of you moaning sent him over the edge, spilling his seed into you as you bounced on the bed beneath him.
âGod- gonna have you dripping my cum all week.â
His voice was husky as his hips snapped into yours for the last time, holding them close to your skin as you felt his cock flex inside of you.
You watched his face blush and his brows furrowed, a slight sweat glistening over his skin as his lips were swollen and wet as he came hard inside of you.
A choked moan left his lips and his eyes squeezed, a look that could be mistaken for pain is what you wouldâve thought he was feeling if he wasnât shooting his thick, white liquid into the back of your pussy as he did so.
Leaving his softening erection inside of you, he rested his forehead on your chest as he breathed heavily in an attempt to catch his breath.
Your sticky stomach was connected to his and your room filled with the smell of sex and sweat. Grunting, he pulled out of you and rolled next to your panting body.
âDonât let me catch you with those againâŠâ
He turned his neck to look at you. Your pussy stung against the cold air as his violent thrusts had split you in two.
âUnless if thatâs all youâre wearing.â
Suddenly, your mum not being home was a good thing. Laying there as you stared at him next to you, a grin grew on your face as his cum trickled out of you.
#cillian murphy#cillian murphy smut#cillian smut#smut#cillian murphy drabble#cillian murphy x reader#cillian murphy x y/n#cillian murphy x fem!reader#cillian murphy imagine#cillian murphy fanfiction#raymond leon#Raymond Leon smut#Raymond Leon x reader
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taissa haters are actually the bane of my existence because half of them donât even have a good reason to hate on her.
âsheâs such a bitchâ oh my fucking god sheâs a strong minded and intelligent woman who takes a more realistic approach to the wilderness and doesnât exactly believe that there actually is something paranormal going on and it scares her that there might be, so sheâs quick to shoot down people who do think that there is something there. sheâs a complicated character (LIKE ALL OF THEM ARE) not a bitch.
some people argue that they donât like her bc she neglected her family and cheated on her spouse but then they love shauna??? like letâs not be hypocritical here because shauna cheated on jeff and also isnât really the best mother to callie until later in the show (but even then sheâs not perfect) so itâs like youâre taking two people who committed the same crime and giving them two different punishments MAKE IT MAKE SENSEEEEEE
but also the thing is for me, and i understand if this is different for others, but this show literally contains girls hunting and murdering their friends so they can eat them and you draw the line at cheating??? đ
#yellowjackets#taissa turner#yellowjackets showtime#taissa yellowjackets#taissa x van#taivan#rant post#mini rant#fandom#fandom rant#character#favourite characters
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rafe x jealous!reader inspired by lana del rey âjealous girlâ (unreleased song sadly)đ
âif i canât have you baby, no one else in this world can.â
where he broke up with her because of her obsessive & jealous behavior a few weeks ago. (letâs pretend heâs not a killer haha) she sees him with another girl at a kook party & explodes with emotions. she beats up the girl & punches rafe & screams her lungs out that he belongs to her and no one else & that no one can have him if she canât. topper and kelce literally have to drag her away from the poor beat up girl.
which literally leads to her breaking into tannyhill & threaten him with a gun. iâm thinking about no happy end because she ends up killing him and herself. but thatâs up to you. or you can just erase the no happy end!
hope itâs not too gory, if it is itâs okay! maybe you could recommend someone who writes this kind of âgoreâđ©
BRO I LOVE THIS!!!! OMFG!!!!! she is me fr, bc who tf does Rafe think he is ???? leaving me??? NAH bby.
CW: violence, strong language, jealous!reader, toxic!reader, alcohol consumption, mention of a gun, breaking and entering, toxic relationship, mentions of blood. i think thatâs it?
I didnât understand why heâd left me. I mean, sure, I could be unpredictable and a little overly jealous. But he was mine. Any woman in my position would be the same way, right?
Maybe I took it too far sometimes. Maybe that was my problem. No, fuck that. If youâre not obsessed with the man or woman youâre with, then whatâs the point, right? I was obsessed with him. I still am. So seeing him here with her has my blood boiling.
âDonât do it.â My best friend, Kayla, says firmly.
I narrow my eyes on her, biting at the rim of my solo cup. âDonât do what?â I ask, feigning innocence.
Kayla sighs, tossing back the rest of her drink before setting the cup onto the countertop. I place my eyes back on Rafe. He stands at the other side of the room, his right arm draped around the bitches shoulder as he laughs at whatever bullshit Topper was saying. Heâs not that fucking funny.
I feel Kaylaâs hand on my shoulder before sheâs spinning me around to face her. Her amber eyes are narrowed in on my face. âI see the way youâre looking over there. Whatever youâre thinking of doing, squash it. Itâs not fucking worth it, Y/N.â
I canât help but roll my eyes. It is fucking worth it. Rafe Cameron is mine, and itâs about time I remind him of that.
âKayla, havenât you ever loved someone so much, that you become overly obsessed with them? That you would do whatever the fuck it took to prove that they belonged to you? Because thatâs what I feel for Rafe. Iâm never going to win him back with her in the way.â
She sighs for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. âLook, I get it. But youâre not going to win him back by doing something stupid. If you go over there, you might as well kiss him goodbye forever.â
Sheâs right. But Iâll never tell her that. Instead, I down the rest of my drink, tossing the cup into the trash bag that sits behind me and say, âI donât give a fuck. Sheâs touching whatâs mine. And thatâs just unacceptable.â
I yank myself from her grip, turning and making my way toward Rafe and Jade.
Rafeâs eyes go wide when he sees me approaching, and I canât help the smile that spreads on my lips.
âHi baby, you miss me?â I ask him, batting my lashes while smiling widely.
âWhatâre you doing, Y/N? Weâre not together anymore.â
I frown. âBaby, come on. You know you didnât mean that shit. So why the fuck are you saying stupid shit? And why the fuck are you draped all over this bitch?â I ask, pointing toward the bleach blonde thatâs tucked underneath his right arm.
A smile forms on Jadeâs face, making my blood boil and my hands fist down by my sides.
âOh Y/N.. You poor thing. Rafe told me you were fucking craz-â
My fist connecting with her nose cuts her words off. She falls to the ground, blood pouring from her nose as she holds it, glaring up at me.
âYou bitch!â She shouts, and I just laugh. I jump onto her weak body, throwing punch after punch to her once perfect face. My knuckles are split from her teeth, my voice hoarse from screaming as I continuously hit the poor girl.
I feel two sets of strong arms ripping me up off her, my feet instinctively kick forward, getting her in the face one more good time before Iâm physically dragged out of the house.
âYo! Calm the fuck down, Y/N! What the fuck is wrong with you?â
My body is buzzing, adrenaline pumping through my veins has me seeing fucking stars right now. I look up, my eyes focusing on a mortified Topper and Kelce. I smile at them coldly.
âYou guys are no funâ I pout. âI was winning back there ya know?â
Topper scoffs, his eyes wide. âYou fucking broke her nose Y/N! You fucked her face up, Rafeâs gonna have to take her to the hospital⊠Whatâre you gonna do if one of them turns you into the police?!â
I canât help the laugh that bubbles up in my chest. âOh please, Top. Rafe would never turn me in. He loves me.â
Kelce throws his hands up, turning and giving me his back before walking into the house to presumably check on Rafe and his bitch.
Topper takes a cautious step toward me, his right hand landing on my shoulder. I glare at his hand for a second before he pulls back, sighing. âLook, he did love you. But you scared him away. You were too jealous and too obsessive. Rafe didnât like that, so now you have to let him go.â
I laugh at that too. Maybe Topper is funnier than I gave him credit for.
âTop, he will be mine. No one else in this world is good enough for him. Iâll make sure he knows that.â
Before he can say anything else, I turn on my heels and skip down the steps of his front porch, making my way home to get the things Iâll need for later together.
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Two hours after Iâd absolutely beat the shit out of Jade in front of all of my friends, Iâm sitting outside of Tannyhill, my right hand holding the small metal weapon iâd gotten from my house, fingertips tracing over the trigger slowly while I hum silently to myself.
Rafe will learn tonight, that if I canât have him. No one can.
Heâll either be smart and take me back, or Iâll take us both out. The choice is his.
After what felt like forever, his headlights lighting up the driveway have me sitting up straighter in my spot. I watch as he pulls his truck to the side, putting it in park and hopping out. He makes his way to the door, slightly swaying from all the alcohol I assume he consumed after Top and Kelce threw me out.
Fuck them. And fuck Rafe for allowing it. He should stick up for me. He should fucking love me. I do everything for him. I would do anything he asked. And yet, he doesnât want me? The thought of him with anyone else has my blood fucking boiling.
I watch as he pushes the door open, moving to shut it but I quickly stand and sprint toward the door, stopping it with my hand. He drunkenly staggers backward, turning his head as a confused âwhat the?â falls from his mouth.
His eyes land on mine, squinting to try and make out who heâs looking at since itâs kinda dark in here.
âHi, Rafe.â
His eyes go wide and he stumbles backward, throwing his hands up. âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â He asks, shaking his head from side to side.
A slow smile makes its way onto my lips. I make my way farther into the house, shutting and locking the door behind me. âI came to see you, baby. Why would you ask me that?â
He laughs. âWeâre- weâre not together Y/N. You fucking broke Jadeâs nose, along with many other bones in her face. Youâre fucked in the head. Please, leave.â
I canât contain the laugh that bubbles in my chest. I take a few slow steps toward him, and he matches them, taking a few steps back.
âRafe, youâre hurting my feelings. You love me, why are you acting like you donât?â
His back hits the couch behind him, and he sticks his hands behind him to catch himself. His blue eyes are wide and full of fear.
âY/N⊠I- I did love you, but you were too jealous, too fucking obsessive⊠I couldnât handle that shit.â
Tears fill my eyes as the words leave his mouth. They stung. But he also just pissed me off. I pull the gun I had tucked in my hoodie pocket out, pointing it toward him as I let the first tear fall.
âHow could you say that, Rafe? I love you! I would do fucking anything for you! Why canât you just accept me for who I am?â
Rafeâs eyes go widerâif thatâs even possibleâ and he raises his hands higher. âY/N⊠We can talk about this. Put the gun away baby.â
I let out a laugh that makes me sound borderline insane, and maybe I am. But love makes you do crazy things right? I love him, and if I canât have him, no one canâŠ
âDonât fucking lie to me!â I scream, my hands shaking as I continue pointing the gun at his beautiful face.
âI-Iâm not lying. Please, princess. Put the gun away so we can talkâŠâ
I take another slow step toward him, standing almost directly in front of him now. His intoxicating scent floods my senses, making me feel almost dizzy.
I clear my throat, blinking away the fresh tears as my shaky hands stay pointing in his direction. âI would have done anything for you. I love you, and you just cast me aside because what? Because I cared too much? Because I was so in love with you it made me fucking crazy?â I pause, letting out a choked laugh as I watch the fear in his eyes slowly turn into sadness. He fucking felt bad? Good. âI love you, Rafe. Iâm just here to let you know⊠If I canât have you, no one can.â
His blue eyes well up with tears, and he quickly blinks them away. Lowering his hands to his sides, he takes a cautious step toward me, the barrel of the gun pressed into his chest. He reaches out his right hand, running his thumb across my cheek and wiping away a tear that had fallen.
âSweetheart⊠Put the gun away, and letâs talk, yeah?â
I sniff, my eyes finding his piercing blue ones. I slowly nod my head, lowering the gun in front of me, hearing him let out a deep exhale before his hands wrap around the cold metal object. He quickly turns the safety on and tosses the gun behind him and onto the couch.
Tears flow quickly down my face, choked out sobs pulled from my chest as I just stare back at the man whoâd broke my heart. If he didnât choose me, I wasnât sure how Iâd continue living. I needed him. The thought of never feeling him again, never smelling his scent, having his lips on mine, hearing his soothing voice â it was all too much for me to think about.
His arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me flush into his hard body, has all of those negative thoughts flying out the window. He still loves me.
I sob into his chest, apologies falling from my mouth like word vomit as he lovingly rubs his hand up and down the length of my back, shushing me. âShhh, sâokay baby. âM here. Iâm sorry.â
He holds me, swaying our bodies back and forth for what feels like forever. The sweet words spilling from his mouth and the feel of his hands on my body again are comforting. Like a warm blanket wrapped around you on a particularly cold day, or like your grandmother having cookies out for you after school.
Rafe was my safe space. He was my home. And I couldnât lose him. I refused to go on in life without him by my side.
His next words hurt, but gave me a sense of hope that we could make it work after all.
âWe can work on us, okay? Iâm not going anywhere princess,â He pauses, lifting my head from his chest so my eyes are on him, âBut you need to get help. Get medicated or something. You canât be going off the rails batshit crazy all the time. Iâm worried about you, and I need to know you wonât lose your goddamn head anytime you feel threatened by someone.â
My eyes search his, his eyes telling me he means every word heâs saying. I couldnât be mad. I was a little over the top sometimes. If getting help for my psycho tendencies meant getting to keep Rafe? Iâd do it. Iâd do anything to keep him.
I swallow thickly, nodding my head, âOkayâŠâ
He places his right hand on the back of my head, pushing it back down onto his chest and pressing his lips onto the top of my head. My body melts into his, my arms tightly hugging at his waist as I silently cry. I suck in a shaky breath, mumbling against his chest, âI love you, Rafe.â
He sighs, rubbing his hands up and down my back softly. âI know, princess. I know.â He pauses, and the hesitation of him telling me he loves me too pulls at my heart. Shattering me. But he finally says the four words that kept me sane, âI love you too.â
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I need a part 2 and 3 of Bikers 141!!!! And for the anonymous person who suggested this idea: You are a genius!! This is such a great idea!!!! I can see them helping her get a new job!!! Please add more!ïżŒ
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Life has been a bitch and unfortunately I am the son.
Part 2 to this.
Warnings: None! Fem!Reader.
âSheâs ridinâ wâme,â Simon grunts, and his tone leaves no room for argumentânot that you mind.
    You hesitantly walk over and climb onto Simonâs bike, holding onto his waist for dear life despite still being stationary. He chuckles, revving up his engine and leading the way out of the parking lot for the three other men to follow. You frown, fingers digging into the flesh of his waist beneath his skin-tight shirt, hiding your face between his shoulder blades so you canât see how fast youâre going or feel the wind whipping your hair.Â
     Finally, the motorcycle comes to a stop with a slight jerk that has you yelping against Simonâs back. He chuckles and dismounts his ride, grabbing your waist and lifting you off of it as well. You donât even have time to process how easily he picked your plush body up when youâre just so thankful to be alive.Â
     âI am never doinâ that again!â You huff, hands on your hips as you glare at all of them. âEspecially without a helmet! Do you know how dangerous that is?! What if yâall had crashed?!âÂ
     âGood thing we didnât, then, eh?â John winks, nodding his head towards the quaint little ice cream parlor before you.Â
     Johnny is the first to walk in, head held high like he owns the place. Next is Kyle and then John with similar stances, and the thought is so silly that it makes you giggleâfour big, strong bikers trudging into the little shop to enjoy a sweet treat. Simon places his hand on the small of your back and opens the door for you, having to duck his head to trail in after. The inside looks like a typical creamery, swirls of pastel pinks and greens and yellows decorating the walls and a beautiful display of all kinds of flavors.
     âKate,â John greets the woman behind the counter with a sniff. âGot someone for you to meet.â
     The woman gives you a onceover before turning back to John with a pleased grin. Suddenly you feel small, wrapping your arms around one of Simonâs biceps in some effort to feel safe. He chuckles, bending at the waist to murmur into your ear.
     âThaâs jusâ Kate. Doesnât smile much, buâ it looks like she approves oâya,â He explains, although now youâre more confused than intimidated.
     âApproves of me? For what?â You frown, looking up at the tall man who, surprisingly has taken off his maskâhe hadnât even done that to eat back at the diner. âO-oh, youâre⊠I- uh. Hm.â
     Simon smirks amusedly, and it makes your heart flutter. There are multitudes of scars all along his visage but the most prominent runs across his top lip, jagged and off-white as if it was the result of a poorly done repair job. His hair is a mess of cropped blonde strands, one bushy eyebrow raised like heâs waiting for your assessment. In short, you like what you see. In all honesty, youâve never felt such a strong urge to kiss somebody in your life. You might have done just that if Kyle hadnât cleared his throat.
     âKateâs askinâ ya summat, dove.â
     âHuh? Oh! Iâm so sorry, maâam, w-what were you sayinâ?â You quickly whip your head around to see that, in fact, sheâs looking right at you with her arms crossed.Â
     âI was offering you a job. The boys were telling me that you just got fired, is that right?â Despite her unforgiving posture, her eyes are soft and she seems patientâthe complete opposite of your old boss.Â
     âYes, maâam,â you confirm, embarrassed.Â
     âRight. You start tomorrow,â Kate informs you matter-of-factly, and you sputter although no words come out of your agape mouth.Â
     None of the men seem at all phased by her statement, each ordering their respective usuals, apparently: rum raisin for Kyle, pistachio for John, lemon custard for Simon, and almond mocha for Johnny. All five turn to look at you expectantly, and you suck in a deep breath before settling on a classic root beer float. They all seem pleased, and before you even get the chance to pull out your card to pay for your own, John takes care of the entire thing. You thank him sweetly as the guys guide you to sit at a cute little table, far too small and whimsical for the likes of them.
     Itâs a good root beer float, though. Maybe itâs not such a bad thing that these menâno matter how blunt or forward they may beâare so eager to help you out (in their own way of politely bossing you around, of course).
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Secrets Are For Grown Ups | Part 3
CW: Paperwork. I hate paperwork.
Shout out to the fabulous @xbirdiex. It's better than reading my words for the first time because she is so good at articulting to me how everything makes her feel.
Part 1 here.
John pulled off his glasses before rubbing his eyes so hard the kaleidoscope of colors blurred his vision for seconds after he blinked to clear them. He needed to retire. The years of being trapped at a desk and only let out for training had sapped him of the will to continue. He had given the greater good all that he could, but if one more file got sent to him as half digital half paper copy he would start launching things out the window or possibly set his office ablaze.
He had stayed longer than he should have again but the frozen dish of lasagna and beer at his flat did not entice him home. The trill of his ringing phone pulled him from his languorous thoughts. Number hadnât been saved in his phone. Odd. The same tickle in his brain that saved him on countless missions twitched now. Answering it in silence he waited.
âIs this Captain Price?â
âNot a captain anymore, but this is Price. May I ask who is calling?â
The woman on the other end blew out a breath.
âI worked with you several years back on a visa from the US. Iâm not sure if you remember me,â her tone indicated a question as she searched for more words.
John could only remember one such woman in his time as a captain. You popped into his mind in technicolor.
âI do remember. I havenât heard from you since you left for your family emergency. Has something come up?â
He swore he could feel you vacillating on the other end of the line. You had been so painfully expressive in your communications the year you had worked for him. For you to call out of the blue after so many years, something had to be wrong.
âYes. You could say that.â You blow out a slow breath before continuing. âThis is aâŠa bit of a long story. Do you have a moment?â
Settling back into his office chair with a creak John gets more comfortable.
âFor you, I can take all day.â
Leave had been approved fairly quickly. John had an overabundance of it that brass and the HR and accounting teams hounded him about taking. They all claimed it made their jobs harder if he let it build up so high. He could take off six months without putting a dent in his overall amount of leave. Also if he werenât there to bitch about the paperwork brass would more likely pass it off to someone else.
Last-minute flights were a pain in the ass to schedule as well as to pay for but like everything else in his life money tended to pile up because he rarely had time to spend it. John packed the same way he would for a long mission, though this time he packed his good underwear. You had offered to let him stay with you after he provided the contact information for one Nyla MacTavish.
His phone rang as he zipped up his large suitcase. Glancing at the name John wished he had a cigar to add a hint of nicotine-laced clarity to his thoughts. Flicking open his phone with a thumb John lifted it to his ear.
âBeen expecting your call.â
âThatâs never a good way to start a conversation, John.â
âI agree. Now tell me what happened?â
âDid you know?â The quiet, pained question could bore through bone. Simon, one of his muppets, his strongest men, sounded on the point of tears.
âNot until a few hours ago,â pinching the phone between his ear and his shoulder John settled his wheeled luggage on the floor.
âGood,â Simon repeated it to himself as if confirming his belief in John stood strong. âI had to dose Johnny with part of an edible he didnât know we had in the house. He wanted to break down her door for answers.â
The idea of Simon handing Johnny an innocuous candy or baked good to dose him into a stupor that wouldnât lead to criminal charges caught John as funny.
âI think your husband is going to have something to say about that in the morning.â
Simon snorted, âKnowing him he is going to have a lot more than a single thing to say.â
âMmm, you might be right.â John paused to lock his flat door behind him. âGive me twenty-four hours Simon. I am headed to the airport right now and out to you.â
âDid she invite you or are you coming to keep us in line?â Simonâs voice edged into Ghost territory.
âFor your information, I was invited,â John replied, mock offended.
âYou would have come anyway.â
John could hear the rolling of his eyes even across the line.
âYes, but this way I get to meet your boys and donât have to pay for a hotel.â
Simon sucked in a breath.
âBoys? We thought she had a boy and a girl.â
âNope, she clearly referred to them as the boys or her boys.â
A wet cough cleared the phone line.
âOkay. Let us know when we can meet with her and discuss this all.â Simon sounded defeated, unmoored.
âAre you wanting her back?â John asked carefully as he stepped onto the street to wait for his cab.
âNotâŠnot like before. Johnny and I are happy as we are, but if the boys are either of ours we both want to be involved. We deserve that much.â
John didnât know if the word deserved had any place in this sticky of a situation but he let it slide. That would be for you to explain.
âI will see you in a day or so, Simon. Keep your husband on a short leash until I get there. We both know explosions from Johnny werenât only from bombs.â
A light chuckle from Simon is the only warning before the call ends. John sighs through his nose as he tucks his phone away.
What a hell of a story this would turn out to be.
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hey just wanted to rant too cuz this shit makes me ashamed of being italian. I'm used to hating this country for a multitude of valid reason but Carini was so fucking dumb and stupid I wasn't prepared for this.
Like Bitch your fucking job is being punched in the face. you could've picked any other sport but you were like you know what. I want to get punched in the face. I will dedicate my life to Getting Punched In The Face. Like with what kind of integrity do you go up on the stadium of Get Publically Punched in the Face and curl up crying. You are pathetic. I've broken bones in sports cause it Just Comes With The Territory but nahhh were gonna weaponise the patronising feelings people have about us to start a witch hunt on someone who isn't even trans. Can you believe that you can be fucking defined as Too Strong to be a woman? Like oh I'm sorry. I wasn't aware that the female Olympics section was a kindergarten playtime to let those poor weak women think they can achieve physical feats too. I hate her so much.
One last time. HOW CAN YOU CRY. ABOUT BEING PUNCHED IN THE FACE. WHEN YOU'RE. A FUCKING. BOXER.
Can you guys imagine if it was a dude that pulled this shit??? No one would take him seriously cause bitch. getting concussions for our entertainment is your FUCKING . JOB. Sigh .
tbf it wouldn't even be a problem in itself if everyone just handled it like normal fucking people. she got hit too hard for her to handle - comes with the territory, i suppose being a boxer does not make you immune to pain. everyone has bad days.
it's just that EVERYONE is rallying to protect this poor innocent fragile woman - who is an OLYMPIC BOXER - because she got punched too hard - IN AN OLYMPIC BOXING MATCH. BY ANOTHER BOXER. just. this is so mind-numbingly stupid. do people see white woman tears and lose all their rational thinking? poor fragile little woman crying, must protect? THIS IS AN OLYMPIC BOXER BEING HIT BY ANOTHER OLYMPIC BOXER IN HER WEIGHT CLASS. this italian woman could probably lay you out in one punch, even if she sucks, because she is, as i keep repeating, An Olympic Boxer. she is not fragile đđ
and just. "she hit me too hard, i immediately yielded" like hello???? what you are saying is she was too good at her job. at the sport both of you are there for? what you are saying is "she was so good, i immediately knew i didn't have a chance" and this is HER fault? for being too good?
i get you fully btw. imane khelif's next match is against a woman from my country (hungary). you can imagine the kind of shit people are saying. i just saw an article saying that our athlete shouldn't be her "next victim". VICTIM OF WHAT? BEING PUNCHED IN THE FACE AT THE 'GETTING PUNCHED IN THE FACE' SPORT????? are swimmers the victims of water now? am i victimized by someone running faster than me? IT'S A SPORT WHERE PEOPLE PUNCH EACH OTHER. i need to burn down the internet fr.
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Hi girrrl, I liked the "mafia Charles" series I think it's so amazing!! I would like to know if you will do a third part where they meet the reader's father at an event or something like that.
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Falling for you (pt.3) | cl16
Summary: thanks to a debt owed by your father you have to marry the boss of the mafia.
Warning: angst, mafia au, mentions of blood and gunshots, swearing, 5 years age gap, mafia boss!Charles, murder.
Part 1, part 2, part 4
The casino is a glittering spectacle of lights and sound, you and Charles stand at the entrance, your eyes taking in the extravagant decor. You are back in Monaco because you were invited to an event, and obviously as a good couple, you had to attend even if it meant leaving the villa in Tuscany... Going back to Monaco wasn't the problem, the problem is that you fear seeing your father again since you feel a little more vulnerable due to the confession you made to Charles.
âAre you ready to face the crowds, amore?â he says while smiling. (love)
You smile nervously and nodded. âAs ready as I'll ever be.â
He nods. âOkay, just let me know if you are uncomfortable or something like that, okay? So we can leave.â he says and you nodded.
As you enter the casino, you feel a surge of anxiety because of the not so pleasing memories of your childhood, spent in this very place with your father, are bittersweet... But Charles' warm hand on your lower back calms the storm of thoughts in your head a little.
As you make your way through the crowd, you catch a small glimpse of your father. He's standing at a jack black table, surrounded by a group of men and a chill runs down your spine, you hadn't seen him since days before your wedding with Charles.
âCharlie, there he is.â you whispered softly to him.
Charles follows your gaze, his expression hardening. âIt's okay, tesoro. We'll just stay away from him.â he says gently. (darling)
You nod, but your heart is pounding on your chest, as you two try to navigate the crowd, your father catches sight of you and Charles and he approaches, a smirk playing on his lips.
âWell, well, well... Look who's finally decided to show their faces.â he says smugly. âThe perfect couple!â
You tense up, feeling a surge of anger and disgust, Charles steps in front of you, protectively.
âLeave us alone, you old man.â he says coldly.
Your father laughs, a cruel, mocking sound. âOr what? Are you going to protect her? Really? This little bitch who thinks she's so above it all?â he says smugly.
Charles' face turns red with rage. âDon't you dare speak to her like that! She's a woman, and deserves respect! Just like everyone else.â he says roaring.
The crowd falls silent, watching the confrontation with a mixture of fascination and horror.
âOh, But I will continue talking like this... She's a spoiled little brat who thinks she's too good for her own father... Such a little whore, looking for attention. Don't you think, Leclerc?â
A tear rolls down your cheek, but you refuse to let him see your pain. âThat's... enough...â you say with a trembling and shy voice.
Your father laughs. âEnough? Oh, no, i'm just getting started little princess.â
He turns to Charles, his eyes filled with a cold, calculating hatred.
âSo, you think you can steal my daughter away from me? Well, think again, because she's mine, and I'll do whatever I want with her.â
Charles' eyes narrow, his fists clenching, his face is a mask of fury. âThat's fucking enough!â
He grabs your father by the collar, his grip is so tight that your father struggles, but Charles' hold is too strong.
âLet go of me you little maniac! Help!â says your father panicked.
A group of casino security guards rush over, trying to separate Charles and your father. Charles is seething with anger, his eyes filled with a dangerous glint.
âSir, this is a casino. There will be no violence here.â
Charles lets go of your father, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Your father glares at you, his eyes filled with hatred.
âThis isn't over, young lady! You and your little husband will pay for this.â
As your father is escorted out of the casino, you turn to Charles. He's still shaking with anger.
âCharles... Are you okay?â you ask him gently. âDid he hit you or something?â you asked again.
âI'm fine, bĂ©bĂ©... Let's just get out of here, okay?â he says while gritting his teeth. (baby)
You and Charles leave the casino, the night air a welcome relief from the tension-filled atmosphere inside. As you walk away, you can hear your father's voice echoing behind you, shouting threats and insults.
âYou heard what I said back there, Charles? You hear what I said about her? About your little slutty wife? She's mine. Mine!â he yells with anger in his voice.
Charles stops in his tracks, his fists clenched at his sides. He turns and faces your father, his eyes filled with a cold, calculating hatred.
âI'm warning you, old man... If you ever speak to her like that again or ever touch her, I'll rip your tongue out.â he roars.
Your father's face pales, but he doesn't back down. âOh, is that so? Well, then I'll just have to find another way to get back at you.â
With that, your father turns and walks away, disappearing into the night. Charles stands there for a moment, his eyes filled with a dangerous glint. Then, he turns to you, his expression filled with concern.
âI know he didn't hurt you, but I can't help but wonder if you are you okay, tesoro?â he asked softly. (darling)
You shake your head, your voice trembling. âNo, he didn't hurt me Charles. But⊠it was awful, I can't believe he would say such things about me... His words are... Macabre, how can he talk about me like that?â
Charles pulls you into a tight embrace, his warmth a comforting shield against the cold of your father's words.
âI know, chĂ©rie, I know. But don't let him get to you... He's just a pathetic old man.â he says soothingly and you lean into his chest, your eyes filling with tears. Charles strokes your hair, his touch gentle and tender. âI'll make him pay for what he said about you... I swear it.â he whispers. (honey)
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Charles pulls up to the grand entrance of the mansion, the moonlight casting an eerie glow over the estate. You turn to him, worry etched on your face.
âCharles, please donât do this.â you said with trembling voice.
Charles looks at you, his expression a mix of determination and concern. âI have to, amore. He canât keep getting away with it.â (love)
You reach for his hand, squeezing it tightly.
âJust promise me youâll be careful... Please.â you say shyly and softly.
He nods as he brings your hand to his lips to place a kiss on the back of it, his lips are so warm and soft.
âI promise, darling. Just stay inside and lock the doors, okay? I'll be back soon.â
You reluctantly step out of the car, watching as he drives away, a sense of dread washing over you.
You know that Charles is a man of his word, he has shown it to you on several occasions with actions and words, and you know perfectly that he is not going to stay quiet with this. He knows how much your father has hurt you, whether with his poisonous words or his macabre actions, you know that he is going to make him pay for everything he has done to you during your life.
Charles arrives back at the casino, his heart pounding with adrenaline, but he's not scared at all. He scans the parking lot, spotting your father leaning against a sleek black car, a smug look on his face.
âYou're back for more, Leclerc? I thought I scared you off the first time.â your father says with a smirk on his face.
Charles strides forward, fists clenched at his sides.
âYou think you can just walk around here and disrespect her? Make her feel uncomfortable? Because I don't think that's what makes you a real fucking father.â says Charles in a low, hoarse voice.
Your father chuckles darkly, unfazed by Charles' anger. âAnd what are you going to do? Youâre just a mafia kid playing with fire, so immature.â
Charles steps closer to him, eyes blazing with fury.
âOh... you have no idea who youâre dealing with... Not for nothing do they tell me le diable de monte carlo. Or do you want to be the first to know why they call me that?â says Charles in a low and very serious voice.
Suddenly, Charles throws a punch, connecting with your fatherâs jaw. The impact echoes in the still night air, your father stumbles back, surprised.
âYou little punk! You are just as much of a maniac and a son of a bitch as she is.â your father says furiously. âYou are made for each other! A match made in hell.â
He lunges at Charles, but he sidesteps and delivers another blow, this time to your fatherâs stomach. The older man doubles over, gasping for breath while Charles hits him with all the force of his being, his hands are now red and full of blood and some scratches on his knuckles thanks to your father's struggle.
Charles stands over your father, breathing heavily as he grabs him by the collar.
âYouâve tormented her for too long. And that shit ends tonight.â says Charles spitting out the words.
Your father sneers, wiping blood from his mouth. âYou think you can take me down? Youâre nothing without her!â
Charles' eyes narrow as he pulls out a gun from his jacket pocketâan unexpected move that sends chills down your fatherâs spine.
âMaybe I am nothing without her⊠but you made her life a fucking living hell, and I'm going to make you pay for every single time you hurt her.â he tenses his jaw. âYou think she's a pawn in your fucking game? Because she's not, you screwed her up so much and I hope that's so damn clear to you.â
He raises the gun, steadying his aim at your fatherâs chest.
Your father pleads. âWait! You donât want to do this!â
Charles' grip tightens on the weapon as memories flash through his mindâyour tears, your pain, when you told him about the times your father hurt you, the derogatory words he said to you back at the casino.
The atmosphere is thick with tension as Charles stares into your fatherâs eyes, searching for any hint of remorse or regret for his actions.
âYou think you can just walk away from all the damage youâve done?â Charles said in a deep voice.
Your father shakes his head, desperation creeping into his voice. âIâm your father-in-law! You canât do this! We have a fucking deal!â
Charles scoffs, stepping closer.
âYou lost the title of father-in-law and title of father the moment you laid your dirty, disgusting and fucking hands on her.â Charles said in a growl. âBesides, the agreement didn't prohibit me from killing you if I found out what you were doing to her and forced her to do, did it? Because I don't remember that shit.â
With a swift motion, Charles pulls the trigger. The sound of gunfire pierces the night air, echoing through the parking lot while he shoots several times. Your fatherâs eyes widen in shock as he collapses to the ground, blood pouring everywhere out of his head.
Charles stands over him, breathing heavily as silence envelops the scene. He takes a moment to absorb what heâs doneâwhat he had to do.
He glances around, ensuring no one has witnessed the act before slipping the gun back into his jacket and walking away towards his car.
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Back at the mansion, you sit on the edge of your shared bed, anxiety coursing through you as you wait for Charles to return. The clock ticks loudly in the silence, each second feeling like an eternity.
A sudden noise startles youâa car door slamming outside, you rush to the window, heart racing as you see Charles stepping out of his car.
You run to meet him outside, relief flooding over you as he approaches you.
âCharles! Is everything okay? Are you good?â you asked him a little bit panicked. âI... I was so worried.â you whispered.
He steps closer to you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You can feel that his suit is a little bit sticky from the blood spatter, and his hands with dried blood and scratches on his knuckles.
âItâs done, amore. You are finally safe, we are safe.â He says in a low, soft voice as he hugs you. (love)
You pull back slightly, searching his eyes for answers, although the answer was more than clear. âYou did it, didn't you?â
Charles looks away momentarily, guilt flashing across his face before he meets your gaze again.
âI made him pay for everything he did to you, he deserved it.â
Your eyes fill with tears, but none of them are of sadness, not at all, they are tears of relief perhaps.
You sit together on the couch, silence hanging heavily between you. Finally, you break it.
You speak in a low, soft voice. âAnd how do you feel? Are you okay?â
Charles exhales deeply, running a hand through his messy hair. âTo be honest with you, honey... I feel... Satisfied in a way, I mean, he deserved it.â he says in a soft voice.
You nodded. âI know love... Thank you.â you say shyly, he smiled and kissed your cheek.
âIt was nothing, my love... For you I would do it as many times as you want and need.â he whispered.
You look at him, his impeccable black suit is dirty with drops of blood, as are his hands which have some scratches, his hair is disheveled and his face is sweaty for the exhausting work he did... But, even after committing a murder, he looks so handsome and so good.
You get up from the couch. âCome on, let's go up to heal those ugly wounds on your hands, okay?â you say in a soft voice and he nods as he takes your hand.
You guide him to the room where you look for the first aid kit and get what you need to treat his wounds, some alcohol, cotton and an antibiotic ointment. You sit on the bed next to him and he extends his hands to you and you can see the dried blood and scratches your father made as an act of defense.
âOkay, this is going to hurt a little bit.â you say as you put some alcohol on a cotton ball and rub it over his knuckles, to which he reacts by closing his eyes and sighing. âYou know? For having killed someone a couple of hours ago, you're such a baby for something so normal like this.â
He lets out a little laugh. âYeah, I'm sorry babe.â
You shake your head. âDon't be sorry, I already told you. Thank you for doing it... I had never thought that someone was going to attack my father or kill him, I always thought that I would stay with him all my life doing whatever he wanted until the end of my days.â you say in a whisper as you continue to heal his knuckles.
âI told you it was nothing, mio cuore. I repeat, if I had to do it again, I would do it without hesitation.â he says while looking into your eyes. (my heart)
After finishing treating his wounds, he takes off his black suit and white button-down shirt and throws it into the laundry basket. Showing off his somewhat muscular and defined torso.
He watches you struggle with your dress. âOh, let me help you with that, mon chĂ©ri.â he says in a whisper as you nod and then proceed to unzip your dress. (my darling)
When he finished, you turn around and look at him shyly, he approaches you and cups your cheeks with his now clean hands and then gives you a kiss on the lips, it's a pretty slow, gentle kiss, but soft enough so that you don't feel the need to use words right in the moment. Perhaps the night took a totally unexpected turn, but it was still inevitable that something like what happened at the casino was going to happen sooner or later.
In that moment of vulnerability, you realize that while darkness has enveloped both of you tonight, there is also an undeniable bond that has formedâa bond forged in love and protection.
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Can you do a tengen uzui x jealous reader like she tells as if heâs been ignoring her and distant but at the end itâs all good
Hehe I love that request as I already wrote something pretty similar a loooong time ago and this is the perfect excuse to publish it. Hope you like it even though it's a little more than what you've requested <3
(y/n) finding out her boyfriend Uzui Tengen cheated on her he did not
Pairing: Tengen x fem!reader
Word Count: 3,7k
Synopsis: Catching your boyfriend Uzui Tengen with another woman mid-action shattered your heart into pieces and made you leave him without hesitation. But is what you've seen the whole true?
Warnings: mentions of cheating, language, this is one of the first fics I've ever written in english (worked on it last in june lol) so please let me know what you think, a loooot of angst, comfort in the end
The way his fingers linger through her hair makes your stomach turn. Tengenâs touch traces down her neck, to her shoulders, before grabbing her hips passionately. You know the look in his eyes all too well, the fire inside them. It is foreseeable what will happen next.
Of course you know, given the fact that you are his girlfriend, his fiancĂ© to be precise. Only you should know these intimate truths about his behavior, that his fingers will trace around her bellybutton next before gently pressing against her lower back. But youâre standing in the ice cold rain at night while she sits on his lap and enjoys his caresses.
Youâre heart goes numb, the only thing you are able to register is your own blood rushing through your ears and the heavy rain running down your spine. You never expected that he would cheat on you. He is an attractive and strong man that is well liked by the ladies, but you are a striking and powerful woman yourself. A hashira, a former kunoichi. You thought that was adequate for him, that you were enough for him. Well, obviously that was not the truth.
Actually, you shouldnât have been here at all. He left for an important mission this evening, stating heâll be back in the morning. He gave you his usual breathtaking smile, devoured you in his strong arms. He said he loved you. But how can he love you when he touches another woman like he touched you a few hours ago? So the weird feeling that brought you here was right.
Thick anger begins to radiate through your whole body, making your hands shake uncontrollably. You canât let him get away with this. You are far too valuable to put up with his behavior. He needs to know that you caught him, that you are well aware of his affair. And this bitch should know who she messed with. After all, his engagement ring is still sitting unmistakably on his finger.Â
Without thinking twice, you toss your throwing knives into her direction with usual precision. You never miss your aim, not even when you whole body shakes in rage. She cries out cowardice, the sleeves of her kimono caught under your blades before she is able to touch his stupid perfect face.
Fuck. His heart begins to race in panic. Tengen doesnât have to look up to know itâs you with your signature rushing past his ears. Why the hell are you here? He told you heâll be back in the morning. Your enraged face makes him swallow noisily, the way your dark hair sticks to your face, your uniform soaking wet from the durable rainfalls of the night. You look like a kunoichi ready to kill.
âHow could you?â, you breathe out, locking your eyes dreadfully with his.
It hurts him to see you like this. He swore to never hurt you, always keen to never break this promise. But now youâre standing in front of him, your face twisted in anger and pain, the veins on your forehead pulsate hazardously.
â(y/n), what are you doing here? Letâs talk about it at home.â
Another throwing knife crashes just millimeters from his ear into the wall behind him. Fuck, youâre absolutely furious. To be honest, he would be too if he were in your place. Damn, why are you here?
âArrogant boy, this is the end. I will never speak a word to you again. We are strangers.â
He frowns. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This shouldnât happen, you shouldnât be here, you-
You are gone.
Frantically he jumps up from the futon, not the least bit interested in the cries of the woman behind him. Tengenâs mind races, his hands begin to tremble in pain. He knows you well enough to realize that youâll make your words come true.
-(y/n)âs POV-
You run. Through the dusky forest, away from him and this sight. Your heart scorches with pain in your chest. How could he do that to you? If he at least told you the truth beforehand, if he had stated you that there was another woman for himâŠYou would never had thought that Tengen Uzui is a cheater. He treated you so well, the loving gleam in his eyes seemed so convincing to you this morning.
Now itâs all a pile of shards. Your past, your future - all gone. Bitter tears of disappointment burn your eyes and mix with the pelting rain. You really thought you knew him, that you knew his heart better than anyone else. Oh, you were so wrong.
Your unfocused feet stumble under a root, making you fall to the ground before you are able to react. Your hands clench in the sodden forest floor while your face contorts in pain. No, itâs no longer possible. You canât hold it back any longer. A pained, bloodcurdling scream echoes through the lonely woods. Tears now take your sight completely, desperately trying to forget what you just saw. You were always so strong, so confident, but now you feel like your emotions are ripping you apart from the inside. He tore your heart into a thousand pieces, you wish it would stop beating within your longing chest. Why? Why does he just throw your life away like that? You thought you gave him everything he needs. Was it not enough for him? Did you do something wrong?
Your gaze wanders up into the starry sky. No. You gave him everything you have. Itâs not your fault that this coward canât see what youâve had in each other and decided to betray you. Stand up, pick yourself up from the dirt and keep your head held high for at least a moment. You stand up gradually and look ahead.
âMayumi.â
Your crow immediately sits on your shoulder at the sound of its name, briefly rubbing its head against yours. Normally youâre both not good at expressing your feelings to each other, but today she seems to understand you without further words.
âLead me the way to the butterfly estate, please.â
âOf course, (y/n)-sanâ, she squeaks immediately in response and flies in front of you a few meters ahead.
As always, you move quickly and gracefully through the opaque forest around you, so you soon arrive at the butterfly mansion. This is the only place you want to be right know. Shinobu is a good friend of yours, never pushy or too curious. She always seems to truly care about you and your wellbeing, even though you seem a bit cold to some people. She understands you â hopefully also this late at night.
You knock on the door stridently. Thereâs no way youâll be going home tonight, not if he could be there. But what if she doesnât open the door? Where should you go then? Maybe Rengoku, but you couldnât stand his optimism, Mitsuri surely burst into tears, Sanemi-
â(y/n)-san, we didnât expect to be honored by your presence tonight!â
The little girl in front of you, Sumi you assume, breaks out in a sweat.
âDonât worry, I didnât announce myself beforehand. Is there any way to talk to Shinobu-san and stay here for the night? Of course I donât want to impose my-â
âThat is absolutely no problem, we are honored to invite you for the night, (y/n)-san! Please let me show you your room and call Shinobu-san!â
âThat would be perfect, thank you so muchâ, you even manage to gift her with a small and rare smile.
The little girl leads you to a small but well decorated room with a freshly made futon in the middle. This room would be anything but flamboyant enough for himâŠYou shake your head rigorous. No, you need to stop thinking about him. He isnât worth you thoughts, your tears, your time. What he did was unforgivable.
âI didnât expect to welcome you at my estate this late my dear. Oh, you are soaking wet! Sumi, please bring our guest a fresh yukata!â, Shinobuâs kind voice echoes through the room.
âIâm truly sorry for interrupting your peace this late at night, I just couldnât go homeâ, you reply bitterly while staring into the distance.
As much as you want to forget him, he always catches up with you. Damn, why is this so hard? Isnât his betrayal enough to keep your strength and self-respect?
âYou know that I would never impose myself, but you are always welcome here and if you need a talk, just call for me.â
âHe betrayed me, Shinobu. I saw him with another woman tonightâ, you breathe out.
Her eyes widen in horror. Now she understands why you visit her in such a state. Without hesitation, she crosses the room and sits next to you on the futon.
âI shouldnât feel sad, ashamed or guilty. What have I done? Why did he feel the need to run into another womanâs arms? I know my worth, Shinobu, but it truly haunts me. I really thought he loved me, I thought we had a future. It justâŠhurts.â
The cracking of your unusual composed voice causes Shinobuâs heart to drown in compassion. Oh, you didnât deserve this at all. Even though you seemed a little cold from time to time, she knew too well that you have a heart of gold. You could always be counted on â both in combat and in private. As a former kunoichi it wasnât easy for you to break with your old habits from time to time. Nevertheless, all other Hashira knew how dearly you loved Tengen. You two were even engaged. How? How can he just throw all of that away?
âI thought Oyakata-sama entrusted him with a mission tonight. Oh, (y/n), pleaseâŠDonât you ever blame yourself for the things you have seen. You are a truly outstanding woman with striking beauty and a heart of gold. Any man would be lucky to have you by his side. Itâs not your fault in any way that he canât see your worth!â
Her words leave you speechless for a moment, tears swell up in your eyes once more. The emptiness he left inside you makes it hard to breathe. Now that Shinobu has said it again and youâre sitting in her mansion, itâs getting too real. You will never wake up next to him, soak in his sleep drunken smile, his arms will never wrap around your waist so tightly again. You loved him so much. His betrayal shattered your heart into a million pieces.
 âI loved him and our life together so much. We-weâŠwe wanted to get married next year in the cherry blossom season. All the things he said to me were worthless, as well as the life we built up together. He threw it away this night. He hasnât even tried to explain himself for me, he just said that he will talk to me at home.â
You canât help yourself. Crying seems to be the only thing that feels right at the moment. Shinobu holds onto your shaking frame tightly, not daring to let go of you for even a second. No, you didnât deserve this. But if this is what you need, she will gladly sit beside you and hold you in silence until your heart feels lighter.Â
A ray of sunlight hits you in your face harshly. Your eyes seem to be glued together, you are only able to open them with difficulty. A gaze around makes you realize immediately that you are at the butterfly estate, with Shinobu curled up in a small ball on the futon next to you, breathing softly. The pain of this night hits you like a wall all over again when your sleep-drunken brain begins to realize why you are laying here and not in Tengenâs arms.
âImportant message! Important message! Oyakata-sama desires to see all the Hashira for an important meeting at his estate! Please hurry!â
The sound of Shinobuâs crow wakes her up from her sleep immediately.
âOh, I must have fallen asleep here. I hope you didnât feel disturbed by me, (y/n). A meeting you say? But we just met. Well, maybe something important has happened. We shouldnât let them wait any longer!â
Your stomach twists in disgust. A meeting of all Hashira means that Tengen must come too. No, youâre not ready to see him yet, you might break down when his gaze wanders to yours. Your hands start shaking all over again.
â(y/n), listen. I understand your anxiety at the thought of this meeting, but itâs not worth making you feel this way â he is not worth making you feel this way. You are the strongest woman I know with a tough will that is unmatched. If anyone is capable of coming forward immediately after a betrayal like this, itâs you. He doesnât deserve the pleasure of your grief. Stand up, put on your uniform and clean your face from the stain of tears. You are strong, you are brave and you are a Hashira. You are more than enough by yourself, (y/n).â
Shinobu is right. You are a warrior, your abilities outstand those of other demon slayers by far. It is not your reputation or attitude to let your grief show. Tengen should see what he has lost.
âGive me 10 minutes to get myself ready. Iâll meet you outsideâ, you instruct Shinobu with your usual firm voice.
You put on your uniform, wash your face and brush your hair. In the mirror you look like the woman you generally are. Only the faint hint of dark circles and your slightly red-shot eyes tell a trained gaze that youâve had a rough night. As you position your throwing knives in your belt, you lift your head with one last look in the mirror and step out into the fresh air of the morning.
You will get through this meeting and build your own future afterwards.
-the meeting-
Tengen is uneasy and more than concerned. You didnât come home tonight. Well, considering what you saw it would have surprised him if you had, admittedly. But where are you? Are you alright? Dark circles decorate his face. As if he could have just closed one eye not knowing where you have been. You werenât supposed to see him like this, in the arms of another woman. He knows you well enough to be aware of the fact that he is dead for you. But he has to explain himself, you have to at least give him a chance to see you, to talk to you. Will you be present at todayâs meeting? No matter how hurt you are, your sense of duty will surely not let you miss it.
âShinobu, (y/n), it is so nice to see you again! I feared you might not come when Uzui showed up alone!â, Rengokuâs strong voice shouts out.
His eyes snap up immediately to catch a glimpse of you. Damn, you look so good. Even with the slightly blood-shot eyes that betray your flawless face, youâre appearance is still breathtaking and composed. But your eyes donât even look for him in the crowd of Hashira. Instead, you greet Rengoku with a small smile.
âWell, the last time wasnât too long ago. I wonder why we meet again so soon. Something important must have happenedâ, you reply calmly.
You can sense him immediately, the way his eyes dart all over your body the second Rengoku announces your entrance. Your heart almost beats out of your chest, your knees go soft as butter. A new wave of aching and wrath washes over you and leaves you dizzy. No, you must stay focused. Donât let him throw you off course.
âWelcome, my children. Please join me inside, the clouds in the sky look like rainâ, Oyakata-sama announces calmly.
Out of instinct, you bow down in front of him immediately. You didnât even see or hear him coming. Focus on the meeting, donât look at him. You will get through this.
Shinobu gently grabs your arm and pulls you back up to follow the rest of the Hashira inside.
âDonât worry, Iâve got youâ, she gently murmurs into your ear.
You canât help but gift her with a smile and squeeze her arm softly. You canât thank her enough for being such a great support to you during this difficult time. Will you ever be able to reciprocate with her?
âThank you for blessing me with your presence, even though we just met a few weeks ago. Iâve tasked Tengen with a special mission that will bring us closer to our goal of finding and slaying Muzan Kibutsuji alongside his Upper and Lower Moons. Tengen, would you mind explaining to all of us what you have accomplished?â
Out of instinct, you glare at Tengenâs back in front of you while your mind is battling uncontrollably. A special mission? Closer to our goal of finding and slaying Muzan Kibutsuji? Why didnât you know about all this? What mission does Oyakata-sama mean?
âI have been observing and investigating the area around the entertainment district for some time. Unexplained deaths, countless attacks in the nights, women that leave without explaining. A place that only comes alive in the darkness seemed like the perfect place for a demon, maybe even an upper ranked one. And given the fact that I am the flashiest men within the pillars, I decided to examine further. I talked to the women there and let my flamboyant charm play so that they dared to tell me something. Tonight I was able to find out that one of the oiran seems to be particularly cruel and females who got in her way always mysteriously disappeared or were found dead. Unfortunately, I could not find out the name of said woman, but I am almost certain that she is a part of the Upper Moons.â
You threaten to spill the contents of your stomach down Giyuâs neck in front of you. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Is that why he met this woman? Is that why he put up with her caresses, to get information? Your ears are ringing deafeningly loud while you canât help but stare at Tengen in disbelief. All of this pain, his betrayal, your tears, all of this was a lie?
âOh myâŠâ, Shinobu breathes out next to you, covering her mouth with her hand.
Is that really true? Was all of this for nothing? Now what are you supposed to do with this information? Your head begins to spin in confusion.
You need to get out. Now.
âSorry, I need a momentâ, you mumble under your breath, stumbling awkwardly into the direction of the door.
â(y/n), wait!â, his strong voice shouts behind you.
The last thing you want to do right now is talk. You are absolutely confused and furious. If it was all about a damn mission, why didnât he tell you before he flirted with that woman? He hasnât told you a word about his investigations. Not.a.single.word. You thought you were partners, you trust him with your life. Why did it have to come to this?
â(y/n)âŠâ
You see nothing but red. With a swift motion, your small frame lunges over and pins him to the text wall, your throwing knife pressed against his neck.
âWhy didnât you fucking tell meâ, you hiss through gritted teeth.
For the first time since last night, your eyes lock with his. Oh, he looks absolutely gorgeous with his hair a little messy and his sorrow-filled gaze. But no, you canât break your façade now. He trampled on your trust, your feelings, your relationship.
âIâm sorry I had nothing to say that night, but it was-â
âThat night? You lied to me the whole time! You infiltrated the entertainment district every day for weeks without telling me! How can I trust you? How do I know that what I saw last night was just an act?â, your toe-curling yelling echoes through the estate of Oyakata-sama.
Fuck, you couldnât care less about the fact that everyone just heard you. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, desperate for air. Suddenly he grabs your arm smoothly with one hand, turns you around and now pushes your frame against the wall he used to lean on a moment ago. Your throwing knife falls to the ground rustling.
âI did this to protect you!â, he taunts tormented, his face now only inches away from yours.
âYou donât need to protect me, Iâm a pillar-â
âThis ainât no walkinâ, (y/n). Itâs one of the upper moons, the strongest demons to ever exist. Exposing you to this danger, allowing you to interfereâŠI wouldnât be able to look at myself in the mirror anymore if Iâd allowed thatâ, he interrupts you with unusual low voice.
âI thought you were cheating on me, that everything we built was a lie. When I saw you in her armsâŠâ
You have to stop mid-sentence with hot tears swelling up your eyes once more. This night was the ultimate hell for you. If felt like youâre dying from within every time your thoughts wandered to him of their own accord. You tried to be strong and independent, told yourself over and over again that you donât need him when in reality, all you hoped for was for this to be a misunderstanding.
âI would never cheat on a woman as flamboyant as you. (y/n), I hope you understand that I had no other choice. Both you and me know all too well that you couldnât have held back, risking the missionâs success along with your life. Let me handle that, trust your flashy fiancĂ© and his skillsâ, he whispers, gently caressing your cheek.
God, his touch burns like a thousand fires on your skin. All this time you thought youâd never get that pleasure again. You canât help but snuggle your face in his hand, eyes closed to allow yourself this intimate moment. While you wonât easily forgive him for keeping you in the dark, youâre just glad that your dark fears of tonight are not reality.
âJust be glad I missed on purposeâ, you mutter into his hand.
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so since sukuna goes for a woman who can hold her own, what would happen if she always won?
well let me tell you.
talks of sex, maybe praise???
he has always been on your side. a bitch tryna argue? âwhoop her ass!â
a man tryna holler at you? âeither you do it or imma do it. it looks hot when you do it.â (he has seen your short frame bring a six foot plus man to his knees and cry, and he got a raging hard on.)
and when you both bickering hes always baffled by your snarky ass remarks.
âha, women. am i right?â
âyo thousand year old ass smells like earwax and piss, play wit cho mama.â and hes like âŠ? and when he takes a whiff of himself after hes the primary host hes lowkey livid cause how dare you put him on the spot??
each fight youve won, hes lustful. hes not begging (he is) heâs demanding to switch with yuuji, he wants to hold you, kiss you, reward you for makin him proud. but its not like you do it for him, you just are on a different level than these lousy boys and girls.
or do you do it in the sentiment of pleased for yourself? sure you could get kicked out of jujutsu tech high school, but hey you got slurped up and dicked down? thats a plus?
so when you exercise a cursed spirit, a special grade all on your own, matter of fact, four of them, heâs practically drooling. (women in his age could not necessarily handle that, so seeing it turns him on severely.) and he wants to spread your folds and slurp your clit. he wants to so bad he can only try to remember the last time.
âhow would you rate my fighting skill, ryo?â you would ask, meanwhile hes having you stand against a wall while he has his head between your thighs, noisily slurping and sucking, and having to tap this man to signal hes too fuckin loud.
âit makes me so excited to see it.. fuck woman, do you know what you do to me?â he growls, and somewhat a groan. he sticks his tongue out, shaking his head side to side and it makes your knees buckle, but hes your stability.
hes been looking forward to slam his cock into you after a fight, he had to know how it feels when your adrenaline is still up. or was it light work? did you have adrenaline at all? he was growing inpatient, and your name being called along with yuujiâs make him debate should he just kill the whole school so its you and him alone.
he doesnt because he⊠somewhat cares? sure, you arent able to eliminate sukuna. but you did give him a hard time, harder than mahoraga, the frustration of not being able to knock you down and if he did you still got back up, even pinning him (he was originally angry, but then it turned into a lust/love.) frustration of seeing you get back up, not giving in unless it was a legitimate mutual tie. not backing down just because hes the king of curses.
sukuna could admit he loved that about you.
even if he did knock you down once, (a two hour battle,) he did not want you to be discouraged, the LAST thing he wants.
âstand up and look at me, y/n. youre strong, my strong woman, a perfect concubine to be next to me on my throne.â
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