#can you please maybe just take some of the trash out before you go cheat on your boyfriend please

[skrunksthatwunk]

how do i tell my roommate that her cat repeatedly pissing on and destroying my things is something that people usually offer to clean or replace or apologize for instead of shrugging off

[starboye]

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader

summary: rafe fucking ex reader but could there be something deeper

warnings: smut, cheating, cursing, slight degradation, slight daddy kink, lil angst

rafe was one of your worst exes, he was a total dick, manipulative, crazy, and a gaslighter to the max so you broke up with him and dated your beloved john b and he was way better, he was nice, full of life, and cared for you but there was something so addictive about rafe, maybe it was the way he could make you cum in seconds and the sex was amazing unlike john b who couldnt satisfy you in that way, the sex was more lack luster but you knew he meant well.

thats where right now led you, fucking yourself with your fingers in bed watching some trash porn but it wasnt enough and after doing this for about an hour you were tired, that was until your phone dinged with a notification and you couldnt believe it, it was from rafe "hey there beautiful" the text read "what do you want rafe" you quickly typed back "just wanna see how your little life is going" rafe replies and you could feel the smugness through the screen.

"thats none of your business" you reply "well hows thats dating john b thing going" rafe texts trying to rile you up "better than out relationship ever was" you text "does he fuck you the way i do" you read the text and immediately were stunned "whatever" you text "no tell me does he get all those good spots in you or do you have to finger yourself every night to get off" rafe texts "no" you reply "ill be there in 10 make sure to put on those cute underwear i like" rafe texts before hes grabbing his keys and heading over to your house.

you couldnt believe this, rafe coming over to your house to fuck you, but you could never cheat on john b like that plus you live him to much,but then again one little fucking from rafe wouldnt be that bad... right, no you werent gonna do it, you pick up your phone to text rafe not to cu- i mean come over but when you go to type it your fingers freeze not being able to do it and soon you hear rafe pull into your drive way.

you walk to the door to stop him from coming in but as soon as you open it you see rafe standing there with that stupid smug face he always has "can i come in" rafe asks with a smirk and just as youre about to deny him you trip over your words and are unable to stop him "look at you so needy" rafe says picking you up and resting your ass in his hands as he takes you too your room.

he drops you on you bed and undresses himself, his abs flexing as he does so making you even more dumb "you gonna take your stuff off or do i need to do that too" rafe says in a slightly annoyed tone but you comply and quickly take off your clothes, rafe walks up to you and pulls your legs to get you closer to him, wrapping them around his waist "you barely feel like you've had sex" rafe scoffs prodding at your hole.

you look at him with a hateful look but deep down you missed rafe, the way he would love you was unmatched, he'd buy you anything your heart desired and showered you with love, although he did some fucked up shit you knew he was a good guy deep down it was just ward that fucked him up.

"you want me to fuck you right" rafe asks and you nod shyly "you know to use your words" rafe demands "yes please fuck me" you plea locking your ankles together around rafe "okay then" rafe says before sliding into you with ease "its like i never left" rafe says starting to thrust into you "and how would john b feel about the kook he hates so much fucking his sweet boyfriend" rafe smirks grabbing your chin to force you to look him in the eyes.

"shut up you dick" you snarls "'thats' rich coming from the slut cheater" rafe replies tilting his head to the side "just- fuck... just fuck me" you say broken by moans "you know you love this cock" rafe says "it makes you feel so good and it can rub all the right spots" he continues "fuck you" you spit out "you're already doing that" rafe laughs.

you lean up to give rafe a mean look "what cant handle me" rafe says flashing a cheesy smile before leaning down to leave some hickeys on your neck "wait rafe no" you yell trying to push rafe off but you couldn't and he leaves a couple hickeys across your neck "what the fuck" you say in disbelief "now who does this hole belong to" rafe asks roughly gripping his hands into your thighs "shut up di-" and before you could finish the sentence rafe pounds into you make you moan "wrong answer" rafe says.

"now who does this belong to" rafe asks again "rafe please" you say trying to slow him down "c'mon y/n i know you know the answer" rafe grins devilishly "its all yours" you huff rolling your eyes "don't you fucking dare roll your eyes at me" rafe says smacking your ass harshly "yes daddy" you moan out before cumming on your chest "look at that, cumming untouched, i didn't think i was that good" rafe laughs at your fucked out state.

"you want it in you" rafe asks as you feel his thrusts get a little slower, rafe wanting to edge himself in your amazing hole "yes rafe i want it so much" you whimper in that voice that rafe could never resist, he'd do anything to hear that voice every morning, and with that he cums without a thought in his mind, you tightening around him to get every drop of that delicious cum making his mind become even more hazy.

"if you need me again you know my number" rafe says pulling out of you and putting on his clothes "fuck you" you say scooting further onto the bed "yeah fuck you too kid" rafe says walking out of your room and you hear him close the front door and start up his truck, you run to the window to see him off and catch him looking at your bedroom window and as soon as your eyes meet his he pulls out your driveway.

you feel asleep that night feeling guilty but well filled, you wanted to get back with rafe but should you really risk the chance of a repeating argument, rafe pushing you away because hes hurt and you walking away from him but somehow you always end up back in his bed wrapped in his arms and him telling you how he wants to grow old with you and you believe it every time thinking this time could be different but it never is, maybe you guys are better apart than together.

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[harlowsbby]

Polar Opposites

(Collaboration with @harlowcomehome I hope you all enjoy this! I appreciate you hch for doing this with me 💘)

The sound of glass breaking, against the marbled floors filled the room.

“Oh, so we’re breaking my shit?” Jack scoffed standing a safe distance away from you.

“Not everything in these cabinets is yours.” You barked back, filling another box with wine glasses. You groaned, getting the broom and dustpan from the hallway closet.

You cleaned up the shards of glass, trying not to cry as your life came to a crumble.

“It was one time! It won’t happen again.” Jack pleaded with you, he cared about this relationship more than he cared to admit.

“You’re right! It won’t because I’m not your girlfriend anymore.” You shrugged before throwing the pile of glass into the trash can.

“You’re going to throw away this entire relationship because I made a mistake? It was one time Y/N. You’re being stupid!”

“So the cheater wants to call me stupid huh?” You sarcastically laughed as you held the heavy cardboard box close to your chest.

“You’re going to regret this this.” He rubbed his hand down his beard, scoffing as he said it. “You’re never going to find someone like me.”

“That’s the plan.” You smiled even with tears in your eyes.

“So were really done? You’re not even going to fight for us?” You shrugged your shoulders and placed all all your boxes into the hallway.

“Who is going to help you with everything?” He tried asking. “That’s none of your concern anymore Jack.”

“Seriously? Whatever it’s your loss.” You wanted to look up one last time but you knew better. Once you were out the door you let the tears fall freely.

You were going to miss him but you knew better days were ahead.

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“Seriously Y/N maybe try giving Jack another chance, you know people can change.” Urban stated as the two of you walked together.

Recently Urban has been trying to persuade you to get back together with Jack which you had no idea why he’d wanna do something like that considering Jack’s the one that cheated on you.

“Why do you want the two of us to get back together so bad? He’s the one that cheated on me last time I checked.”

“I mean true but he hasn’t been the same without you Y/N.” You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes because that night you left he sure wasn’t acting like he was going to miss you.

It was silent for a few minutes more the only sound coming from the wind that blew in your direction. “Just maybe meet up with him tomorrow? I kinda told him I’d get you to meet him tomorrow.”

You sighed and faced Urban. “Fine but you owe me.” He smiled. “Thank you I promise he’s changed, he really has.”

All you could do was hope that everything Urban was saying was the truth, you didn’t feel like getting your heartbroken again.

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You were beyond nervous when you pulled up to the restaurant the following day, it’s only been a few months since everything went down with Jack.

You weren’t exactly sure how tonight was going to go but you could only pray for the best. Making your way inside you were immediately greeted by one of the hostesses.

“You’re here for Jack, correct?” You looked around the dimly lit restaurant and was a bit surprised when you saw nobody else dining in.

“Uh yes I’m here with Jack.” The hostess smiled. “Just follow me please.” You nodded and walked behind the hostess till she arrived to a room in the back of the restaurant where Jack was sitting.

“Here we are and I’ll be back in a few to take your orders.” She smiled and you went to take your seat across from Jack.

He smiled at you and leaned back a bit in his seat to get a better look at you, you’d be lying yourself if you said he didn’t look good.

“Y/N.” He said. “Hi Jack.” You whispered and looked around the room seeing it was filled with red roses.

“Did you rent out this entire place for us?” He nodded his head.

“I wanted time alone with you, I’ve had some time to think.” Jack sighed and leaned forward and grabbed your hands.

“I fucked up I really did I should’ve never cheated on you and I apologize for the lack of care and emotion I put into losing you, if you’re willing to give us another chance I promise I won’t mess up.” He stated.

“It’s hard to forgive you. You didn’t just make a small mistake, you slipped and fell into another woman.”

Jack stiffed a laugh, knowing this wasn’t a laughing matter. “It’s okay, you can laugh. I said it that way for a reason. I just want to feel like I can trust you again.”

“I promise you can, I’ll do anything to change your mind.” He sighed, his shoulders dropping with sadness.

You knew you were taking a risk because there was a chance that you’d end up broken hearted again but you did miss him.

“Fine, but if you mess up again I promise I’m breaking everything in your house.” He laughed.

“Sounds like a fair trade to me but I promise there won’t be another time.”

The rest of the night went smoothly the two of you just talking and catching up on lost time.

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You and Jack had started seeing one another again, spending a lot of time together. Something told you not to trust him, and to keep your options open. So you did just that.

Jack on the other hand, had never been in more love with you. He was doing everything right. He was cleaning his schedule to make more time for you and making sure to put you before anything.

You were in the shower, and Jack had just got back from the studio.

"Baby? Where are you?"

He heard the shower going and decided to take the opportunity to look through your jewelry box.

He had been looking at engagement rings, and decided to look around hoping to find your ring size.

Just at that moment, your phone started buzzing uncontrollably. At first, Jack ignored it, not wanting to invade your privacy but when the messages wouldn’t stop he got curious.

He knew your phone passcode, and quickly unlocked it, hoping you wouldn't be done in the shower anytime soon.

He saw the messages and photos exchanged between a man named James, reading the text thread between you and him.

Jack felt his heart breaking as he read how little he meant to you.

"How could I be so stupid?" He thought to himself.

Just then you had turned the water off, hearing the sound of someone in your bedroom.

"Jack? Is that you?"

"Y/N, can you come here?" His voice was shaky.

You had a gut feeling, drying yourself off and putting a robe on immediately.

You stood in the doorframe, watching as Jack continued looking through your phone.

“What’s wrong? You don't like when someone plays the game better than you?" You smirked watching his tears fall.

"Is this what you planned all along?" His face was bright red, as he held back the rush of more tears.

"Sucks doesn't it? Hurts doesn't it?"

You walked toward him, snatching your phone from his hand. "Y/N! I changed! I changed everything for you.”

"Seems like your loss.” you smirked pointing to the door.

[queenxxraccoon]

Speaking of female characters in The Outsiders, what do you all think their clothing styles and personality would be like? Characters we’ve read about or watched in the movie, what kind of depth do you think their characters have? I’ll try to give an idea of what I think. I also will say I don’t like a decent percent of the female characters bc of things they’ve been described to have done. Although Angela is the MVP we love her. @nexternalknowsthingz @thatonetotaldramaguy weigh in on this in curious.

Cherry: A girl a really tries to please both sides, can come off as arrogant and selfish but is forced to go along with what she is told (Socs forcing her to treat Greacers like trash). She although has a fiery side to her and has a big belief in her moral values (stuck up for Ponyboy at the drive in) she’s not perfect but I think she definitely tries and has good heart. 6/10 (God I hate her a lot though 😭)

Clothes:

Marcia: A genuine girl, shes very shy and polite. She can be sassy but also classy. Definitely also defends her friends like Cherry and is a real girls girl. Definitely also keeps out of trouble, she doesn’t trash Greasers but can believe some can be erratic or spontaneous into doing bad behavior. Doesn’t condone it but doesn’t make you feel bad for it. 8/10

Clothes:

Beverly: Now, forgive on this, but haven’t seen the musical so I don’t her personality at all. But she seems like she would take no shit. Think of Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls. Very demure, very mindful, but will bust you right up side the head if she thinks you acting up. I can also see her being a bit of a toxic friend who uses people as stepping stones. 3/10

Clothes:

Evie: Steve’s gf. Not much is told about her in both the in the book and movie but let’s be real, she’s dating Steve. (I personally ship Soda and Steve but if we’re going cannon…) I definitely she a loving girl but someone who can PARTYYYY! A friend who would give the most amazing advice, definitely the girl who like knows what you like before you telling her, example:

Evie: “What you want to eat?”

Friend: “Idk I’ve never ate here before.”

Evie: “I bet you’d like (random food and drink combo)

You order it and you fucking love it. She understands ur taste. 10/10

Clothes:

Sylvia: Oooo hold me back I’m gonna beat this girl up. Similar to Beverly but way more toxic and isn’t afraid to show. Bev would work behind backs and in the shadows, but Sylvia would just be a brat and absolutely bitch to your face. She wants to demolish your self esteem. Katy Perry’s song Hot and Cold (idk I don’t listen to Katy Perry lol could be the wrong song name). Like one minute she could be super sweet but then tear you down the next. Constantly keeps you on your toes and gaslights you till you cook

S/O (Prob past Dallas): “Hey I’m leaving to hang out with my friends.”

Sylvia: “You never talked about them, who are they? Where are you going?”

S/O: “I talked about hanging out with them this morning.”

Sylvia: “No you didn’t, stop lying. Maybe you should get your brain checked because you’ve mentioned them before. Are you gonna go cheat on me with them?” Etc. Not a good time, -10/10

Clothes:

Sandy: Well, she’s not good either. Definitely a little spoiled. Would def manipulate Soda into believing he was a bad bf bc he didn’t do one really small thing for her like pull her chair out in a restaurant for her. 😒 Miss literally cheated, got pregnant and left Soda. (Or Soda got her pregnant? Can’t remember lol) But I feel overall she’s very bratty and not fun to be around. 3/10

Clothes:

Angela: This bitch! WE LOVE HER!!!!!!!! Comes in clutch. Someone talking shit about someone she loves, smack to the face. Don’t like the way ur acting, ear gets pulled. She wouldn’t do this unprovoked either, like she would need good reasons. Def a lover to her friends and a fighter to her enemies. I also believe that she’s into exercise or weight lifting. Honestly in my opinion def the energetic on steroids version of Evie. 1000/10

Clothes:

[ennoshitas-princess]

𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰

This is for my Autumn Treats Request: Apple pie with hot chocolate for Sugawara Koushi (your boyfriend Suga and you do arts and crafts) (near the end) (angst to fluff) Word Count: 806 Features Daichi and Michimiya

Tears fell out of the gray sky as the crackling fire tried to calm the environment you were stuck in right now. The thought of your boyfriend fighting over you cheating when you never did.

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“Hey, Sawamura-kun. I need your help.” You wave towards your best friend.

“Oh, l/n-san. What's up?” He turned to face you.

“Well, I wanted to give something for Christmas to Koushi, but I don't know what.” You twist your foot on the floor.

“Hmm… Maybe some chocolate with a little note. Or some nice socks and a sweater. He'll definitely wear it.”

You think about it and you agree.

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The next day you read the note to your best friend. You thoughtfully wrote it all out so Koushi could enjoy it, but the horrible fight that erupted scared you to death.

“The stars cannot compare to the gleam in your eyes. I want your smiles and hugs to all be mine. The thought of sharing everyday with you fills my heart with light. The decorations can shine, but my love for you is even more bright.”

“Y/n! What are you doing?” Your boyfriend's voice boomed through the hall. Your eyes filled up with panic, thinking he heard the poem you wrote for him.

“Koushi-”

“Koushi nothing. You are trying to confess to Daichi! I can't believe it. You are a liar and a cheater. Why am I with you? You know what, I am done! You guys got too close. I guess that I am no longer important to you. Hope you are happy with Daichi! By the way don't come looking for me you slithering snake!” He stormed off, leaving Daichi in pure shock and you with a shattered heart.

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“He no longer loves me!” You told Michimiya as you walked to your house.

“Look, umm I don't know how to handle this, but maybe call him.” She tried to help, but you teared up even more.

“What if he blocked me?” You told her.

“Worth to try?” She shrugged.You dial his number and he picked up.

“I thought I told you to not call me again, you cheating piece of trash.”

“Look, I-”

“What, you want to justify what you did earlier? There is nothing that will change my mind you big id-”

“Look, I am sorry for what I did! I didn't mean to make you think I was cheating on you. I was asking Sawamura-kun for ideas for a Christmas present for you because I didn't know what to give you, and I wanted to start early. I read him a poem to see his opinion, but you stormed off before I got the chance to tell you. Please forgive me. It's okay if you don't want anything to do with me.” Your voice cracked as you poured your heart out.You hear a silence from the other side and think to give up.

“So…” Michimiya looked at you with a gleam of hope.

“Nothing at all.” You say.

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You and Michimiya say your goodbyes as she exits your front door. You look to see that Koushi stood right there with a basket filled with art supplies and scrumptious looking apple pie.

“What are you doing here?” You ask with caution.

“Look, y/n. I came here to apologize because you didn't have to do it yourself. I was being an absolute dickhead since my last relationship I got cheated on and I am still a bit scared of it happening again to me. I was dumb to assume. I should have taken it lightly since I knew you and Daichi are just best friends and you wouldn't want to take him from Michimiya since you know she has the biggest fattest crush on Daichi and he is still so oblivious to it. I hope you can forgive me.” He bowed to you, offering the basket.

“Koushi, I forgive you.” You jump into his arms with a big warm hug.

“Awe~” Michimiya hummed.

The two of you forgot that she was still standing there.

“Oops, sorry. I'll get going, bye!” She awkwardly ran away.

The two of you giggle as you enter to sit down on your sofa with the fireplace warming up your spirits.

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The autumn leaves fell from the trees as you both painted in the comfort of the fire crackling in the background. The music that played along made the environment even more bright with your heart beating to it.

You look up to see your boyfriend painting a styrofoam pumpkin he bought at the store for you two to paint. The oranges and yellows blended together the way both of your personalities did very nicely.

“Koushi, I love you a ton!” You smile.

“And I do too, but even more!” He crawled to help you eat up the apple pie.

A/n: thank you anonymous for the request!! I hope this is what you were looking for, if not I hope I can improve!! If you want to request here is the link and pinned to my blog

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[lumiidragon]

Do u have any social and tips on drawing?

Not sure what ya mean on 'social' but I do have drawing tips!

-Practice! This is probably the tip you will hear from ANY and EVERY artist, but it really is true. You will not improve if you do not practice. When I say 'practice' what I mean is this: Draw as much as you can when you can. If you only draw for 5-minutes once a month, you're not going to improve like someone who draws daily. How much and often you practice will also be determined by your lifestyle. Work, school, social life, other hobbies ect are important as well, so remember your balance. Also, PLEASE use references. No, using references is not and will never be cheating. Anyone who tells you otherwise is full of it. Also, draw as much variety as you can as well. Always be willing to work out of your comfort zone, but also don't feel as though you have to force yourself to draw things you don't want to all the time. Balance. When practicing, utilize tutorials that you can find literally everywhere and try watching speedpaints/draws. They help me a lot!

-Learn your anatomy! Your art will improve so much quicker when you take time to learn anatomy. For some, learning anatomy in art is fun while for others, it's a bit of a drag. However, it's super important. Once you know your anatomy, you can push things in terms or art style because as the saying goes 'You have to know the rules to break them'. So before you go all cartoony and wobbly with your anatomy for a style, try to know the actual anatomy first. it helps!

-Artist > Tools! No, you don't need an expensive tablet or art program or marker set or brush set ect, ect. The tools do not make the art, the artist does. Yes, tools can make things easier and can be fun to experiment with and eventually everyone finds what they prefer more, but the more expensive your art equipment is doesn't mean that your work will turn out better. If you're a beginner artist, play with cheap mediums first. Crayola crayons and MS Paint can still make art. Only put money into supplies, tools, and programs that you know you will utilize to its worth. If you're brand-new to digital art, for example, don't go looking into a tablet that costs hundreds of dollars. I started digital art with Gimp (a free art program) and my computer mouse. I've used a mouse longer than I've used my tablet so far and even though I've traded in my mouse days for my tablet, I was still able to make some good art with the mouse.

-Get Inspired By Others, But Don't Compare! Every artist, big and small has looked at someone else's work and told themselves "Why can't I draw like that? My work isn't as good as theirs.". This is a good way to put yourself down and to take the fun out of your art along with turning a blind eye to the progress you have actually made. Instead, look at other people's work and inspire yourself. What about their work do you like? Is there any technique that they do that you can try out? Break down how they put their art together and maybe you can learn from it. Of course, never copy a person's artwork or directly steal, but take away inspiration. Do you like how they do facial expressions? Do you like they way they do anatomy? Do you like how their lineart looks? Do you like how they color? What about someone else's art do you love, and take inspiration. Take it from multiple sources and you'll find all sorts of unique ways people make art that you can try out for yourself!

-KEEP YOUR OLD ART! Especially if you're a beginner at art, this is important. It's super easy to look at your art and go 'ew', before deleting it or throwing it in the trash. Don't do that. Your future self will thank you for hanging onto all of your old art so you can go back and see just how much you've truly improved. Also, it's fun to go back and redraw old art!

These are just some tips I have and I do hope they help!

[1n-l0v3-w1th-my-s3lf]

And I love you-

G/n s/o x g/n reader

Warning:suspicion of cheating, angst

Synopsis:your s/o was caught talking to another girl to which you don’t know,she had a fairly flirty persona,you went home crying to the assumption your s/o is cheating on you, when they come home they come home they comfort you-(THIS SYNOPSIS IS TRASH IDK WHY ITS SO BAD-)

A/n:might be trash cause I haven’t wrote in a while and I need some motivation. Enjoy!

Fanfic under cut

On your way too one of your favorite coffee shop(you don’t have to have coffee at a coffee shop), you see your lovely lover, you were going to walk up to them when you saw them with some girl, her hair done,outfit on point, she honestly looked so much more put together than you did(at least you thought), she was batting her eyelashes at your lover, you felt sick,you just grabbed your order and left the shop, scoffed at the sight that was before your eyes. “they better have an explanation by the time they get home-“ you mumbled to yourself, tears on the brink of spilling from your eyes, choked whails stuck in your throat,it really hurt, hurt more than you thought. You got into your car and began to sob, you start the car and drive off, almost crashing at the blurriness in your eyes, a couple scuffs on your car, you pull up into the drive way, pulling a whole tissue box out of the glove-box(if that’s what it’s called,English isn’t my first language) pulling a couple tissues out of the box and wiping your tears, what if this whole time it was right in front of you, they had been cheating, “how stupid-“ you sniffled, you just everything you needed and walked into your shared home. You knew they had been smiling, your lovers cheeks would puff up a bit when they smiled, you knew them like no other, but maybe they didn’t love you, to which they smiled,not only that but they touched their face. Your heart was shattering slowly, it burnt more than a flame. You just got dressed into something comfy, taking of your couple ring and couple bracelet, to which you never took off. You laid in bed scrolling on tiktok, slowly drifting to sleep

S/o pov

While I was at my amazing lover FAVORITE coffee shop, I spotted an old classmate from middle school wave at me, I walked over to them and we began too chat, she told me all about her new job and how this was the closest coffee shop, she what I’m doing in life, I told her how this was my lovers favourite coffee shop, how I’m planning to purpose to them pretty soon, showing her the ring, she was in awe, telling me how lucky my lover must be, I smiled at her. She told me to never leave them and too stay together no matter what. A fly flew onto her face so a flicked away, we talked a bit more before I went to leave for home.

Your pov

The door of our shared bedroom opened, and a figure appeared in the door way, I turn my head in rage and anger, “honey, are you okay?” I don’t answer, “honey please talk to me,I’m sure we can fix this”they crouch down on my side of the bed to face me, I don’t answer again and turn around, before I can the grab my hand and pull me to look at them “what?” I roll my eyes, “did I do something wrong?” I nod, “ what did I do please tell me” are you cheating?-“ “what- I would never do that to you my love, where are you getting this from?” “That girl, you and her were very flirty with each other” “she just an old peer of mine, I swear, I promise you I will never stop loving you, my heart belong too you and only you-“ “then why did you touch her face-“ you sit up while asking “a fly honey, I swear nothing was flirty on my end” tears began falling from your eyes “honey- honey it’s ok, I will never cheat on you my love” they pull you into a hug, carting you bridal style into the kitchen, I bouquet of flower laying on the counter, they sit you on the counter “put me down-“ you say before they cut you off with a kiss, a kiss filled with love, you kiss back furiously, “forgive me please my love” “fine” paired with the flowers was a box of chocolates, and other of your favourite snacks, you don’t want to admit this, but you actually forgive them, as much as you wanted to be angry, you couldn’t stay like that, you loved them as much as they loved you, and little did you know, they would propose to you soon.

AHH I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS, I had writers block so many times but I think this was good, this just came too mind so I wrote it, I hope you liked it though!

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Friday, January 26th, 2024!

12:38am busted a nut and it felt great, awesome way to start the day lol. Also so glad I deleted the emails, I don't even remember what they said and soon they will be totally forgotten :) I already feel more at peace.

10:26am still feeling better, haven't heard from him day #2 (new record!) I want to get away from him he's toxic and doesn't know it/ believe me/ won't do anything about it. Just worry about me lol.

10:47am there's nothing wrong with doing things with your own company btw. Just be safe and you're literally fine ❤️

10:58am FUCK I jinxed myself what the hell 😂 retarded ass I told him I miss him (as a friend) and he said thanks that makes me feel better.... 😑 Glad you feel better bro (no shit I never did anything to you too make your feel bad RIP) literally what? I can't.

4:02pm had some lunch earlier and took a 3? Hr nap very needed, sleep is important!! And I only had like 4-5hrs last night so this makes sense!! I am a girl who needs lots of sleep especially when I am wanting to achieve my best mental health!! Do not feel guilty that you slept in the middle of the day you needed rest!! I love you ❤️

5:18pm laundry in the wash, trash taken out and I'm going to pick up BC RX. I love summer and warm weather but I have to be ok with sweating lol!

Pros >>> cons :) of going outside

11:15pm oops got drunk and watched too many relationship videos = bad. My heart hurts. I want him to feel pain. I fucking hate him and I want him to know (mmmmm maybe this is what I'm manifesting/ loa??) Fuck him fuck him fuck him I hope he gets fucking cheated on ong stupid prick narcissist. Fuck you you're no longer in my life fuck you and your small dick frfr.

I am a beautiful person, with a heart and soul that would NEVER do that shit to someone and that's why I know I'm fucking better. Someone with empathy, with half a brain, would not do that to another human being especially one they've known for years. I know I'm better, kinder, more loving, more respectful, more empathetic, more genuine and real AF, smarter with more emotional intelligence, more confident in myself not to need some half-ass bitch in my life, I'm going to get farther in life than he can even dream of, I get bitches on days I don't even shower bro, I have bitches hitting me up fucking constantly since you left and literally all their dicks have literally been bigger and fatter than yours and they've all been nicer more straight forward at least tbh 😂 bitch you are the bottom of the barrel and I'm the cream of the crop you could not pull me now with your little bitch ass bro wtf so fucking unconfident and with so much mental baggage and mommy and daddy issues the only flex you have is your physical body that's literally so sad and I will fucking stand on this shit, if you only pride yourself on physical appearance and ability but have nothing psychological or emotional or financial or support to provide,,, you're literally a walking dildo I'm sorry but literally please fix your fucking mental before you come at me!!!! I said what I said and I have felt this way for a while, kinda like a woman just being a fleshlight with no emotional or intellectual contribution to the relationship JFC I CAN'T it does go both ways for men and women.

Y'all are so immature and I am above you both I said what I said my confidence scares both of you coward bitches and I will get so much farther in life than the both of you combined x2 I stg because I know my mf worth and I know what and who will not take up my mf time and space. Y'all are so peabrained and act like fucking high schoolers, there's really no point in talking to y'all either bc of the stereo effect with y'all just tell each other what the other wants to hear, enabling the never ending shitty ass behavior with your insane mentally and morally wrong ways of justifying your actions. Nonsensical which is WHY it's so confusing to people who follow LOGICAL thinking..... That cognitive dissonance is the star of the shit show.

Fuck you and good riddance, can't wait for my birthday to know true fucking peace of mind. ❤️

[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

Heyoooo! I was wondering if the Iseo that you posted about Soap and reader drifting apart after they decided to have a 3some wit ghost was a 1 part thing? If not can their be another extremely angsty part 2?

Cheers, To Us | John "Soap" MacTavish | COD: Modern Warefare II

[ Original ANGST Post, Part One ]

Warnings. mentions of cheating/growing distant, unfulfilled relationships, lowkey toxic relationships

Reader. Fem!reader, female reader, reader has braids, reader is American (American coded? Can't fuckin remember lmao)

AN. I wrote this within the span of one hour and nearly 25 hours with no sleep. Pls enjoy

Tags: @rey26 @trash-important @l1anaisasasama @thatanonymouschocolate (I saw you were looking for part one so here's part two lol) @bbaengtan @corvusmorte @uwu-i-purple-you (saw you guys asking fkr the first one in comments and decided yall might want one AND two lol)

Rain falls, heavy and unforgiving, and your mood seems to dampen along with the ground. Curled into the window seat, the lamp light leaves a warm, dim, tone to wash over you, and a book in hand as your head rests against the lush pillows and curtains. You tried your best to move on, to find peace, and maybe allow yourself to find it as well. God knows you tried.

“Beba, you really gonna sit there and mope, or actually read the book?” Your friend calls out, breaking you from the beginning of a spiral into another descent of depression and anxiety, and a sigh leaves you as the book is shut and tossed to the nearest coffee table.

“Neither.” You groan, meeting her in the kitchen as groceries and necessities are unpacked and put away in the correct areas, allowing you to move and sit at the bar and watch quietly. The silence is comfortable, and your mind settles, something that gratefulness cannot even begin to touch as a description.

“So, you going back? Saw some emails from old friends…” She starts, deep brown eyes staring deeply into yours, before yours find the back of your head, and she only laughs at your antics. She's finished placing things away, and opens the cabinet, the clanking of glass makes you wince just a bit.

“Maybe, not too sure yet.” You start, before a glass comes to your countertop, a vodka bottle soon filling it before filling the cup further from you.

“But?”

“But, Laswell has a place for me through some connections. Intell is always needed, and some guy… eh what's his name?” You wonder aloud, moving to take a sip of the hard liquor, pursing your lips together as you get more… acquired with the taste once again.

“D-Day! That's his name… Wayne “D-Day” Davis” You’re proud of remembering the name.

“That's… a name. A real American, huh?” Your friend snorts, turning away quickly before coming back, leaning against the countertop and nearly finishing her drink there.

“Take it easy, girlie. You’re not the uprooted one here.” You laugh, and she continues on, shaking her head.

“Uprooted. How is that, by the way? Enjoying being back home, rather than Scotland?” It’s genuine, and your eyes still water at the name of your old… home. An old life. One broken away from, because of a stupid decision, one you hate, but had to move on from.

It doesn’t hurt as much as it used to. 

“Come on, Hen. Talk to me, please.” His hands move to your hips, desperately trying to grab at you, gentle enough to let you leave, but firm enough to let you know he wants you in his hold. 

Stay. Please. He begs in his mind.

“Get away from me, John. I can’t do this right now.” You move from his hands, going to change out of your pajamas into clothing, ready to get things ready for the day. You’re exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally. You wanted to be free of this. Of him. Even if it’s killing you, and your soul would damn you for leaving a love like this behind, but the pain was too much- and you didn’t want this anymore.

It’s not like he’d care.

He has different… priorities.

“Well, when can ya? Ya never seem to have the time for me. Or us.” He’s choked up, and you can imagine the tears welling up in his eyes, but you didn’t find your heart weeping for him like it would have months ago.

You stop moving, tense, dead silent. John can only regret his words and actions so much, but when you’ve been acting like this, he feels more justified in his feelings for Ghost.

But he wanted you too, he wanted you back and normal again. Happy to see him, in love, always talking his ear off and eating the food he’d make for you. The happiness in the air whenever he came home from being gone for months on end at times.

Months… with Ghost. As much as he missed you, he was never as lonely as you were, huh? Never as loyal.

Maybe he should have expected this.

“Well you seem to have the time for Ghost. Why don’t you go to him? It’s what you’ve been doing anyways.” You grit through your teeth, moving across the room to finally change, deciding on what you needed to do first. From the embassy to the lawyer, your mind is running wild and John begging at your hip like a lost puppy isn't helping.

“That’s not fair, Hen…” He whispers, standing in the same place, watching you throw on your clothing and tuck your braids into your hood, desperate to keep warm from the chill. Lord knows “Johnny” wasn’t going to warm you anytime.

“It isn’t fair I lost my husband to a Ghost. Looks like nothings fair nowadays.” You go on, pushing past John to grab your phone and wallet from the nightstand, not responding to his small “goodbye” as you leave the room, and the house soon after.

Yeah, nothing seemed to be fair. Not for him. And especially not for you.

“I’ll be fine. Probably gonna focus on work… friends… family.” You mumble into your drink, deciding to mimic your friend's earlier actions and take a large swing of the liquor, needing to numb your mind for a quick second.

“But not yourself?” She mused, tilting her head, a sad smile gracing her face.

“You would know how to do that best, I’m guessing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Focusing on yourself, and only yourself, after a break up,” She rolled her eyes at you, finding irony in your words, before moving to grab the bottle of vodka and refill your cups of uncertainty and sorrow.

“Valeria.” You finished, and she perks up at her name, clicking her tongue against her teeth before continuing her questioning of you. There's a cheerful sway in her movements and it leaves worrying thoughts only to fester.

“Oh, I know very well. But, that's why you're here, no? To focus on you, and your own needs.” A sigh leaves you once again, and at least you know your lungs are working, while your brain short circuits in reasoning and logic.

“Yeah. My needs, a place to hide, a place that they’ll never find me. Until I go back, that is, a girl needs to work, needs her money.” You finish another glass, and your mind spins, Valeria finds glee in seeing your tongue loosen and speak your mind.

“Two birds with one stone. You get your privacy until you decide on what to do, and I have a piece to use against Los Vaqueros and their friends, a win-win.” Her smile is wide and your heart stutters.

“A piece against them? Or him?”

“Does it matter?”

“I guess not.”

Your glasses are filled once again, and clink to a toast, a promise is made and leaves you both satisfied after this night.

You both will get what you want and need, soon enough.

[aceopmari]

Mei Terumi x Hot & Popular Daughter Reader Part 2: The 5 Kage Summit

A/N: I have fun making the first part! I just had to make a part two with scenes from the Kage Summit Arc! Hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

PART 1

TW: Fluff, suggestive themes, reader is now 18.

Taglist: @ppg-artss @lovelygeniegirl1012 @mercymccann @kakeisumire @aoi-ajisai @mechmoucha @barbellina @nightingaleflow @bonchin @awhore4uchiha @havrlie

Featured characters: Mei, Ao, Chojuro, Naruto, Choji, Rock Lee, Ino, Hinata, the Kages, the Sand siblings, Sasuke, Suigetsu, Karin, Jugo, Orochimaru.

💄You sat in your room as you stared at your pile of love letters that were sent to you by men all over the world.

💄Now that you were single again, it was free real estate for men to try their luck with you again. The boys in your class asked you out, there were more attempted kidnappings by obsessed Hidden Mist thugs, and of course the many love letters sent by men all over the world.

💄You decided to read the ones from the Hidden Leaf that came with chocolates. The first letter reeked of sweat and gym socks.

‘Y/N Terumi, please marry me! You are an angel sent from heaven! I’m willing to do 2000 squats, 5000 push ups, and 9000 jumping jacks to prove myself worthy! Please accept my love!’

-Rock Lee

💄You sweatdropped. ”That’s a bit much don’t you think?” You took one bite of the chocolate and made a face. “Yuck! This is one of those cheap brands!” You toss the chocolate and Lee’s note in the trash next to you before moving on to the next letter. It smelled like chips.

‘Let’s go out sometime! We can go out for pork fried dumplings if you’d like! I’ll even share some potato chips with you!’

-Choji Akimichi

💄You deadpanned. Not only that, but the candy bar was half eaten. You hurled them both into the trash. “Cheapskate!”

💄You picked up another letter that smelled like flowers. ‘Ino’ was written on it. You raised an eyebrow. “Huh? I didn’t know she swung that way…” Curiosity got the best of you as you find yourself opening the letter.

‘I’m going to EXPOSE you, bitch! I know you cheated in this years Miss Ninja Universe Pageant! I should have won that crown AND that free vacation to the Hidden Steam! ME! Just admit it already, Y/N! You’re a phony!’

-Ino Yamanaka

💄You threw your head back and laughed as tears flew out of your eyes. “Girl is OBSESSED! So in denial!” You turn to your shelf seeing the many Miss Teen Ninja and Miss Ninja Universe crowns and trophy’s. You smiled at the photo of you in a yukata minidress, accepting an award from Lady Tsunade. “I won those contests fair and square.”

💄You toss Ino’s letter in the trash and pick up another one from Hinata before opening it. The letter smelt like sweet perfume.

‘Hello Y/N. I hope you are doing well. I heard that you were looking for a new husband. I know things didn’t go well on your first date with my cousin Neji, but it would mean a lot if you would give him another chance. Please give it some thought.’

-Hinata Hyuga

💄You smiled a bit. You thought it was sweet of Hinata to give her cousin a chance of love. However… “I’m not gonna go out and marry someone who thought it was OK to call me a slut. He had his chance,” you hissed before threw the letter in the trash.

💄Hinata was definitely the nicer Hyuga. You remembered meeting her during at your first Miss Teen Ninja pageant. She was shy but cute and very sweet towards you despite the fact that she lost. Overtime you two became closer and Hinata took you out for cinnamon rolls.

💄”Maybe I’ll invite her to my next party,” you smiled. You then pick up another letter and open it. “Alright just one more for the day…”

‘Hi Y/N. Nice to meet ya! I’m Naruto! So listen, I’m not too experienced on this sort of thing but I think you’re really pretty and I’ve heard pretty cool stuff about you too! I’d like to get to know you and see what you’re all about, you know? There’s this cool place in the Hidden Leaf called Ichiraku Ramen! It’s really good and I’d love to take you out sometime!’

-Naruto Uzumaki, the man who will become Hokage. BELIEVE IT!

💄You found yourself giggling. The letter sounded so endearing, genuine, and cute. It was nice to see that a guy genuinely wanted to get to know you and see you beyond just your looks. And on top of that, it came with a Snickers candy bar. Your favorite!

💄”Maybe I will give him a chance!” You smiled. You quickly down the snickers bar and got to work on your letter.

‘Dear Naruto, nice to meet you too! I really liked your letter! And thanks for the yummy candy bar! You sound like a lot of fun! I’d love to go out with-‘

💄You stop writing and frowned. You weren’t ready to date again even after all this time. The truth was, you still harbored feelings for your previous love.

💄You dug into your cleavage and pulled out a silver heart shaped locket. You opened it. Inside it was a a picture of your former fiancé Suigetsu. He had a toothy smirk and a wink that made your heart melt.

💄After Suigetsu was captured by Orochimaru, you became lonely and depressed. You had your mom by your side, but it still didn’t change the fact that you still missed your love.

💄You sighed sadly. “Oh Suigetsu, where are you?”

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…

💄You seduced the bar owner downtown and managed to rent out the space for your latest party. After sending out hundreds of invites to your friends and getting a band together, you all partied that night at the bar.

💄Parties were a way to get your mind off things. Given that you were popular in school, everyone loved to come to your parties and how chaotic they got.

💄You were currently on stage with your band. You were scantily clad in a f/c bikini that was covered by a fishnet cropped tank and a matching fishnet miniskirt and f/c heels. You held a mic and tapped your foot to the beat of the drums and the strum of the guitar before you started singing ‘LOVERS’.

“Kimi wa ima namida nagashita! Nakijakuru kodomo no you niiii…”

“Tatoe asu ga mienaku natte mo mamoru yoooooo…”

💄As the beat dropped, you shot a finger up in the air as you posed.

“Natsu no sora miagete nirandaaaa!”

💄The crowd cheered as you started dancing on the stage to the strumming of the guitar. Your friends all danced with you while they raised their drinks in the air.

“Tsuyogatte bakari de namida wa misenaiii!”

“Hontou wa kowai kuse niii…”

💄You jumped onto another part of the stage that had a pole and started to dance with it as you sang. The crowd cheered even louder as you grinded on the pole.

“Taisetsu na mono woooooo!”

“Ushinawanu you niiii!”

“Hisshi de hashiri nukete kita…”

💄You reach your hands to touch the fanboys in the crowd. All of them had hearts in their eyes as you touched them. Some even passed out after you winked at them.

💄You couldn’t help but feel a little sad as the lyrics made you feel about your love for Suigetsu and the tears that came after his disappearance.

“Itsudatte nagai yoru wo!”

“Futari de norikoetaaaa!”

“Kono mama isshoni iru kara tsuyogatte nai de…iin da yoooo…”

💄You hadn’t noticed that Ao had walked into the bar after hearing the source of loud music. He was absolutely flabbergasted at the sight of the hundreds of underaged youth partying and drinking at a bar past midnight.

💄That was when he saw you singing and pole dancing on stage. His jaw dropped. “Oh my god!” On one hand he was amazed at the sound of your beautiful voice, on the other he couldn’t believe what you had done. But then again this wasn’t the first time you threw a wild party. But a pole dance? A pole dance?! What on earth were you thinking?! Why were you dressed like that?!

💄He gasped seeing how three boys jumped on stage to start dancing close to you. You grinded on one of them as you sang. Ao shook his head. “The youth these days…” He looked around to find an electrical source to unplug the music speakers.

“Kimi wa ima namida nagashita! Nakijakuru kodomo no you niiii…”

“Tatoe asu ga mienaku natte mo mamoru yoooooo…“

💄That was when the lights went out. You stopped singing and looked around in confusion as you heard the disappointed and confused murmurs in the crowd. ”PARTY’S OVER!” You heard a familiar voice shout. You widened your eyes, knowing who it was. “Oh no…”

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…

💄Ao covered you in his robe to prevent wandering eyes from seeing your skin. He carried you as he dragged you home.

💄”Let me go, Ao!” You cried as you squirm in his grasp but his grip was too tight. “Partying and pole dancing half naked at a bar at 2 in the morning?! And on a school night?! Just wait til your mother hears about this!” Ao scolded. He shook his head. “The youth today have no discipline!”

💄”I’m 18! I’m grown! You’re not the boss of me anymore old man!” You say as you bang a fist into Ao’s back. “Doesn’t matter how old you are. You’re still my responsibility, Y/N.” Ao says.

💄You both finally made it back to the mansion. Ao set you down. You growled a bit when he shoved you inside. Mei had a shocked expression on her face upon seeing you. “Caught this one partying half naked at a bar,” Ao said.

💄Mei rushed over to you and cupped your cheeks. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. “Oh baby! I was so worried! Why are you drinking? Where did I go wrong?” You sighed. You hated making your mother worry. “Mommy, I wasn’t drinking.”

💄Mei let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank goodness.” Ao scoffed. ”Could’ve fooled me,” You glared at him. “I am completely sober! I was just having fun and all you do is ruin everything!”

💄”’Having fun?’ I can’t imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t dragged you out of that bar! Just how many parties are you going to keep throwing until your satisfied, Y/N?!” Ao yelled.

💄”Well maybe I wouldn’t have to go to a bar if you let me throw parties here at the mansion again,” you snapped. Ao narrowed his eyes at you. “Need I remind you the hot tub incident?”

💄You went into deep thought as you recalled your engagement party with Suigetsu. The two of you slipped away from the crowd and entered Mei’s master bathroom where you peeled off each other’s clothes and fucked in the large bubbly hot tub.

💄Things got more playful from there when Suigetsu used his great water arm technique to spank you. He accidentally slammed the tub walls causing the tub to crash through several floors down, exposing you both to the crowd.

💄It was good thing the bubbles censored your modesty, but it didn’t change the fact that you were embarrassed over being caught. Ao was disgusted and Mei was furious. She grounded you for a month and banned you from throwing parties at the house.

💄You couldn’t help but giggle and blush at the memories. Suigetsu ALWAYS knew how to show you a good time. Ao raised an eyebrow. “You think this is funny?!” You snap out of your thoughts and glared at him. “I think it’s funny how you think you can tell me what to do. I’m old enough! I can do what I want!”

💄”I knew that Hozuki boy would be a bad influence on you! He’s nothing but trouble,” Ao said. You crossed your arms defiantly. “Well maybe I like trouble!”

💄”You are nothing but a spoiled brat! Your mother raised you better than that and you’re dragging her reputation through the mud! If you’re so grown up then start acting like an adult and stop behaving like an out of control teenager!” Ao snapped. You growled. “SCREW YOU, AO! YOU’RE NOT MY DAD!”

💄”Young lady! That’s enough!” Mei yelled. You stared at her completely stunned. She had a stern glare trained onto you as she raised a finger. “Ao’s right, you’ve gotten too far, Y/N. No more wild parties!” You pouted. “But mom…”

💄”Not another word,” Mei said sternly. You held your tongue. You knew better than to talk back to your mom, considering how scary she was when she was angry.

💄A calm and happy smile returned back to her face. “Now then. I wanted to let you know that The Five Kage Summit is coming up soon.” Your eyes lit up. If Mei was leaving, then that would mean you could throw several parties without her knowing. “Really? When are you leaving?”

💄”We’re leaving tomorrow. All of us!” Mei said happily. You widened your eyes. “What?! Why do I have to go?”

💄”It’s to educate you on international shinobi relations. And keep you from rebelling against your mother by partying again,” Ao said. You blushed as you glared at him. You hated how him being a sensory type gave him the ability to see right through you. “I-I-I wasn’t gonna throw any parties!”

💄You turned back to Mei, giving her puppy dog eyes. “Mommy, I don’t wanna go to the Summit. I wanna stay here and part-I mean…play and go out with my friends.”

💄Mei pouted as she gave you puppy dog eyes of her own. “I won’t feel as strong without my beautiful and amazing daughter by my side to protect me. You’ll come too, won’t you baby?” Your cheeks flushed. You were no match for those puppy dog eyes.

💄You sighed. “F-fine, I’ll go.” Mei smiled. “Good! Now give mommy a kiss!” Your cheeks flushed a deeper red as Mei pouted her lips. Your mom had always been affectionate but you felt as though you were too old for her kisses.

💄You knew that she would get all sad and depressed if you didn’t show her affection. You sighed before leaning in close to give Mei a peck on the cheek.

💄”Mwah~”

💄Mei’s cheeks flushed. “Aww! You’re so sweet!” She pulled you in close and gave you lots of kisses. “Mom! Stop it…” you whined as kiss marks start to stain your face.

💄Mei stopped with the kisses and pulled you into a hug. You smiled and hugged back. Nothing was better than your mothers love. “And Honey?” She asks. “Yes mommy?” You say. “You’re grounded for a month,” Mei said kindly.

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💄The following morning, you, Mei, Ao, and Chojuro were ready to set off, but not before being seen off the the village elder and the other villagers. You finished applying some lipstick for the first time as you stared at your compact. Mei said you could start wearing lipstick the moment you turned 18. You loved how shiny and plumper your lips looked.

💄You saw in your mirror how Ao was staring at you disapprovingly. You knew he didn’t like how you were wearing lipstick. You rolled your eyes and ignored him as you didn’t want to start trouble in front of the people. After all, image was everything.

💄”Chojuro, how’s my makeup?” You whispered to him. Chojuro blushed. “Oh um…l-looks good, Lady Y/N.” You giggled. It was so cute seeing him all flustered.

💄”We entrust the honorable Mizukage to your care.” One shinobi said. “Make sure the Mizukage doesn’t overdo it.” Another said. “I know I will,” Ao said.

💄”Lady Y/N, be strong and remain diligent for Lady Mizukage’s sake,” another shinobi said. You give the villagers your most charming smile as you winked. “Always have, always will~” you sang.

💄The villagers and even the Elder blushed at that. They all thought you were so alluring and beautiful. Ao rolled his eyes. He didn’t like how you used your feminine wiles to get through to people.

💄The Village Elder approached Mei with the blue headgear. She took it. “Thank you very much!” Mei stood strongly snd proudly. “Lord Great Elder, by my title of Mizukage, I’ll fulfill my duties with brilliance!”

💄You smiled in admiration at Mei. She was such a kind and strong leader. “As one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, protect Lady Mizukage well, Chojuro,” a shinobi said.

💄”Uh, yes sir…all four of us should be just fine…well I hope…” Chojuro said nervously. You sighed as you turned to him. “We’ve got to work on that confidence, Cho.”

💄Mei nodded in agreement. ”Y/N’s right. You’re very strong! After all, that’s why I chosen you to accompany me to the Summit. Kay, Chojuro?” Chojuro smiled a bit. “Um, yes m’am. I’ll do my absolute best…well I hope…”

💄You smirk at him. “Don’t say ‘I hope’ say ‘I will!’” You say as you give Chojuro a playful hip bump. Chojuro was startled at the sudden contact. His cheeks flushed a deeper red as he chuckled nervously. “Oh! Heh heh…I-I will! Y-You can count on me Lady Y/N! I’ll protect you too!”

💄You winked at him. “That’s the spirit!” ‘Shes so kind and beautiful…just like her mother. If only I could tell Y/N how I feel…’ Chojuro thought.

💄”’Yes m’am’ is all you should say. That spineless attitude is useless,” Ao hissed. You glared at him. “Stop being so mean to Chojuro!” Ao sighed. “You’re a prime example. The youth these days are all made weakness…”

💄You flinched at the triggering word. It was already too late as Mei’s eyes had already darkened. You sweatdropped. “Um…mommy? Are you okay?” You whispered to her. Mei remained silent. ‘Crap, I gotta think of something to calm her down,’ you thought.

💄”Ao, enough with the lecturing! Now get moving or you’re going to be late,” the Village Elder said. Your face went blue at his words. ‘Oh no!’ You turned back to Mei who’s eyes started to get darker.

💄You instantly got behind her and rubbed her shoulders a bit. “Hey, how bout a quick massage before we go, mommy? Try to calm down, okay?” You say with a nervous smile.

💄”My lectures good advice,” Ao began. “Why back in my day…” You looked at him with panic. ‘No Ao! Don’t say that!’ You mentally shrieked.

💄You shrieked out loud when Mei coldly shrugged your hands off her shoulders before approaching Ao. “Shut up. Or die,” she said with a sweet smile. Ao’s eyes went wide in astonishment. You sweatdropped. ‘Well at least moms okay…right?’

💄Mei then stood proudly as she raised her headgear up high. “Alright! Chojuro! Ao! Y/N! Let’s depart!”

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💄After traveling for so long, you all made it to an inn that night. You leaned against a wall and cooled yourself down with your paper fan as Chojuro and Mei got settled. Ao watched you intently from across the room, studying your movements.

💄You glared at him. “Q-Quit staring at me! You’re making me nervous!” Ao shook his head. “Don’t think so. I gotta keep my eye on you and make sure you don’t find a boy and run off.”

💄You roll your eyes at him as you closed your fan. “Just what kind of girl do you think I am?” Ao glared at you. “One that rebels against her mother and parties at bars past curfew.” You rolled your eyes again at that. “Well there are no boys around. All I see is an angry old man!”

💄Mei glared at you. “Y/N! Shush! That’s enough!” You flinched at her tone and shrunk back, not wanting to upset her. Ao smirked in triumph seeing how you were finally getting disciplined.

💄You turn to Chojuro and watched him set his blade down against the wall. “Chojuro, you’re great twin sword, Hiramekarei must be quite a burden. Are you alright carrying it?” Mei asked. “Oh, I’m fine. Though I’m feeling a bit feverish,” Chojuro said.

💄Mei slowly approached him. “Let’s see…” She put her arm behind Chojuro’s neck and pressed her forehead against his. “Well it does feel like you might have a slight temperature.” You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself seeing Chojuro blush.

💄”Lady Fifth, you spoil Chojuro too much! It’s the same with your daughter too! This is why the young these days get so full of themselves! You spice a temperature from such a short jaunt?” Ao hissed. “Why, in my day I…”

💄You glared at him. “Hey! I am not spoi-!” You stopped mid sentence when Mei gave you a warning glare. She then directed her glare to Ao.

💄”Ao…it’s no longer the dark time when we were called the Blood Mist Village. The nightmare created by the Fourth Mizukage is long over. You do well not to bring up the past,” she warned. Ao nodded. “Yes I…forgive me…m’am.”

💄Mei smiled. “Now, let’s stop such depressing talk and have some supper instead! I’m looking forward to the meal this inn has made!” She turned to you. “Aren’t you, Sweetheart?” You nodded. “Yeah! I hope they have dessert too! I’ve been craving sweets! Maybe we could get cake or something!” Mei nodded. “Mmm, yes, a cake sounds splendid.”

💄”I hope you’ve engaged in appetizing dinner,” Ao said. You flinched at the triggering word and saw how Mei’s eyes darkened. ‘Oh crap…’ you thought.

💄Ao approached Chojuro. “You have arranged for all of our meals, haven’t you Chojuro?” Chojuro got nervous. “There were just so many choices. So I had a lot of trouble making up my mind. And in the end I couldn’t decide…”

💄You gasped at the triggering word and turned back to Mei. Her eyes became darker. ‘Okay this is bad…gotta change the subject…’ you thought.

💄You decided to try and lighten the mood of the room and create a distraction. You go behind Chojuro and wrap your arms around his neck. He widens his eyes as his cheeks flushed. “L-L-L-Lady Y/N! What are you-?”

💄”Chojuro! Let’s order something expensive and yummy!” You cooed. Chojuro’s face started heating up. “E-Expensive? A-A-Are you sure?” Your eyes lidded as you stroked his arm tenderly. “Mmhm…like maybe some…tender meat?”

💄You pressed your breasts to Chojuro’s back, burying your face in his neck a bit. Chojuro started to sweat. His breathing became heavy as the little sword in his pants started to rise a bit. Ao was completely disgusted by the display.

💄He stormed over to you and yanked you by your arm away from Chojuro. Chojuro immediately ran away to order the food. Ao glared at you. “Enough! You’re the Fifth Mizukage’s daughter! Have some class and stop acting like some shameless hussy!”

💄You glared back. “I was only trying to change the subject to keep you from saying anything stupid to my mom!” Ao growled at you. “Don’t you play games with me young lady! It’s always you or Chojuro! Youth these days have voided hearts and no ambition!”

💄Your face went blue as you widened your eyes in horror at the triggering word. “Ao! No!” It was too late. Mei stepped towards you both. You shrieked as she pried Ao’s hand off of yours, freeing you. Ao looked at her in confusion. “Lady Fifth?” Mei leaned close to him.

💄”Shut up. Or die…”

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💄After supper, you went to your room and changed into a short f/c yukata robe. You spotted Chojuro in the hallway and invited him into your room to come and play. He was hesitant at first, but just like many guys, he was unable to resist your charms.

💄The two of you spent the night in your bed having a pillow fight which soon turned into a tickle fight. You both laugh the entire time.

💄”Lady Y/N! HAHAHA! Stop! That tickles!” Chojuro laughs. “Make me!” You chuckle as you tickle his sides. A devious smirk spreads on his face. “Fine, I will…”

💄Chojuro flips you over so that he was on top of you. You squealed as he pins your wrists above your head. You were almost shaken up. He was so strong. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a moment.

💄Chojuro’s cheeks flushed. He had never been this close to you before. ‘Y/N…she’s so beautiful…I know I shouldn’t but…’

💄Chojuro cupped your cheeks and started leaning closer to you. You blinked in confusion. “Chojuro…? What are you-?”

💄The door slammed opened. You and Chojuro turned and saw that it was Ao at the door. His eyes widened at the sight of you both in bed. “What in the devil is going here?!”

💄 Ao glared at him. “In bed with the Fifth Mizukage’s daughter?! Have you no shame?!” Chojuro immediately jumped off the bed. His knees shook as his face became red. “Ao it’s n-n-not what it looks like!”

💄”GET OUT!” Ao shouted. Chojuro screamed as he ran out the room. Ao turned to glare at you. You sat up in your bed and glared back. The shift of your movement caused your yukata sleeve to slide off your shoulder a bit, revealing your f/c bra strap.

💄Ao shook his head at the sight. “Look at yourself! I don’t even want to imagine what would have happened if I didn’t come sooner.” You blushed as you fix your sleeve to cover your shoulders. “We weren’t gonna do anything! We were just playing in bed together!”

💄Ao raised an eyebrow. “‘Playing in bed together?’” You blushed. ‘Okay so that sounded a little suggestive just now…’ you thought.

💄”Chojuro is one of the Seven Ninja Swordmen, he doesn’t need to be coddled. I swear you’re just like your mother,” Ao sighed. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” you huffed.

💄Ao groaned. “Y/N, you can’t just keep on chasing after every boy you see.” You glared at him. “That’s not true! There’s only one boy I love and his name is Suigetsu Hozuki!” Ao narrows his eyes at you. “I already told you! That Hozuki boy is a bad influence on you! I wish Mangetsu didn’t have to die so that you could rebound to his delinquent of a brother!”

💄”How do you know what’s good for me?!” You snap. Ao growled, having enough of your talk backs. “Y/N-“

💄”-No! All you do is hate me and ruin my fun! You never want me to be happy! Why can’t you just let me live my life?!” You cry.

💄Ao finally snapped. “No daughter of mine needs to be marrying some thug-!” Ao stopped mid sentence, surprised at his own words. Your eyes widened as you stared at Ao in bewilderment as your heart nearly stopped.

💄‘Ao…is he my dad?’ You thought. You scanned his features. He didn’t look like you. But if there was any possibility that he slept with your mom 18 years ago…

💄”No…I’m not your father…” Ao said as if he read your thoughts. And just like that, your heart sank. You hugged your knees to your chest. “Oh…”

💄You didn’t know whether to feel relief or sadness. You never knew who your real father was and every time you questioned Mei about it, she kept quiet.

💄”Well then…why did you say that?” You ask sadly. Ao sighed as he scratched the back of his head nervously. “Well you may not know it but…I do think of you as my own daughter…”

💄Warmth filled your heart as his words as you lift your head out your knees. “Really?” Ao smiled a bit before walking over to sit next to you on the bed. “Of course. Why else do you think I’m always hard on you?”

💄”Because you hate me,” you say. “You’re wrong. I don’t hate you,” Ao said. “I just hate all the bad decisions you make.” You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at that.

💄You then recall all the memories of your time with Ao throughout the years. When you were 3, he chased you around the mansion when you refused to take a bath.

💄When you were 7, he took you to the park when your mother was too busy to spend time with you.

💄At your 13th birthday party, he scolded you for initiating a food fight at the mansion.

💄When you were 15, Ao rescued you from thugs who put you under a genjutsu who threatened to sell you to a mob boss.

💄Then you recalled him scolding you recently for the bar party. Now you saw that behind the scolding was love.

💄You realized now that if you ever thought about your dad, all you could picture was Ao.

💄Tears stream down your eyes as you bring Ao into a hug. “Ao…I’m sorry…for everything…” Ao stared at you in bewilderment as you sobbed into his chest.

💄He couldn’t help but smile. You looked so precious. He put an arm around you and pulled you closer. “I’m sorry too.” He tilted your chin up and wiped your tears. “But you need to start acting like a grown up okay? Think about your actions and how it might affect your mothers positions as Mizukage.”

💄 He was right. You had to start thinking about your moms reputation. “Okay,” you nodded. “By the way, where did you learn to sing like that?” Ao asked. You smiled, remembering your party performance. “I always knew how to sing! I perform at every pageant I’ve won.”

💄”You have a pretty voice,” Ao said. “Thanks!” You say happily. You then remembered something. “I noticed you left out the pole dance when you told mom about the party…” you say nervously.

💄Ao sighed and shook his head. “If you’re mother knew her daughter was dancing like that, it would break her heart!” You giggled. “You really do care!”

💄Ao blushed and rolled his eyes a bit. “Just promise me you won’t do anything like that again.” You lean up towards Ao and give him a peck on the cheek. “Okay, dad.” Ao glared at you as his cheeks flushed a deeper red. “Don’t call me ‘dad’. It makes me sound like an old man.”

💄You giggled again. “But you are an old man!” You and Ao laughed together for that moment. Neither of you noticed that Mei was peeking behind the door, smiling that the two of you finally found common ground.

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💄The morning of the Kage Summit finally came. You were served warm tea to heat up before the Summit commenced. One by one all the Kage and their bodyguards from each village showed up.

💄Your eyes met with Gaara’s first. He gave you a kind smile. You sweatdrop. ‘Oh god please don’t come…’ you thought.

💄Gaara and his siblings approached you. You forced a kind smile. “Hi Gaara.” “Hello Y/N,” he said. “You look lovely.” You force a giggle. “Thannnks.”

💄’I wish I didn’t have to run into my ex…well er…we went on one date so is he even considered my ex?’ You thought.

💄There was an awkward silence between you both. ‘Maybe I should shake his hand and call it a day or something…or should I hug him?’ You thought.

💄You step forward towards Gaara to reach a hand out but Temari immediately steps in front of you to block your path, causing you to stop in place. “Oh! Um…hiya Temari,” you say nervously. Temari said nothing. Her blue eyes gave you a piercing glare that said it all.

💄You sweatdropped under her scrutiny. Temari never liked you. You knew her as a fellow competitor from the Miss Teen Ninja and Miss Ninja Universe pageants. And just like Ino, she also believe you cheated.

💄Since you rejected Gaara’s hand in marriage, you were on her blacklist. The longer she stared at you, the more uncomfortable you became. ‘So awkward…can’t breathe…’ you thought.

💄You look over to Kankuro who had heart in his eyes upon seeing you. “Hi, are you still single?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Huh?” Gaara sighed. “Kankuro, be respectful.”

💄Temari scoffed. “You shouldn’t waste your time on a girl like her anyway. Have some self respect.” Your cheeks burned from the embarrassment as you felt your heart sink. ‘Ouch…’

💄After that awkward fiasco, you met with the Tsuchikage and his bodyguards. Õnoki looked you up and down with a dirty grin on his face. “So this is the Fifth Mizukage’s daughter that Deidara kept going on about. Mmm, what a fine young lass.”

💄You shivered. ‘Ewwww…you dirty old man…and who is Deidara?’ You thought. You forced a smile despite your thoughts. “Pleased to meet you, Lord Tsuchikage.” Õnoki nodded at that, his grin never left his face.

💄You brought your gaze over to Kurotsuchi. You recognized her from the pageants. Thankfully, you two didn’t have any beef. You gave her a genuine smile. “Hi Kuro! It’s good to see you again!” Kurotsuchi nodded. “Likewise.”

💄She gave you a suspicious look. “Hey, is it true that you cheated in the pageant?” You narrowed your eyes at her as you sweatdropped. “I didn’t cheat…”

💄You then met with Danzo. He looks you up and down for a moment before giving you a look of disgust. “Feh!” He then walks away from you. Your jaw dropped as you stared in astonishment. You internally fumed. ‘RUDE! Who made that old coot the Hokage? Where’s sweet Auntie Tsunade?’

💄Finally, you met with the Raikage who’s presence was very intimidating. His bodyguards C and Darui were with him. They were both really hot!

💄A broke into a grin. ”Well if it isn’t Miss Ninja Universe…” You gave him a smile. “A pleasure, Lord Raikage.” A chuckled a bit. “So how’s married life treating you?” Your smile slowly dropped. “Oh…I’m not married…”

💄A’s lips formed a bigger grin. “I see…well maybe that wouldn’t be a problem if you had offered Omoi’s hand in marriage.” An irritated tick mark appeared on your head as A chuckled.

💄’Okay so we have one Kage who’s my ex, one that’s a perv, one that’s an asshole, and one who’s a bigger asshole! These Kage’s are all clowns!’ You thought.

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💄You stood with Ao and Chojuro behind the curtain alongside the other bodyguards of the other Kage as the Kage Summit commenced.

💄As each of the Kage talked about the worlds issues, you found yourself bored by the second. At one point the Raikage smashed his desk, prompting for all the bodyguards to jump out and protect their Kage. After Mei told you, Ao, and Chojuro to stand down, you each along with the other bodyguards went back behind the curtain once more.

💄You were bored once more as the Kage conversed. That’s when Ao spoke up. “Chojuro, Y/N, prepare for battle.” You and Chojuro exchange confused looks before directing it at Ao. “What?”

💄Ao then activated his Byakugan. He then stepped out from behind the curtain and exposed Danzo for stealing Shisui Ichiha’s eye. You were all shocked by the revelation.

💄That was when a large green plant sprouted in the middle of the Kage circle revealing a creepy white plant man with green hair. ”Why hellooooo there!”

💄You and all the other bodyguards stepped out from the curtain to defend your Kage’s. A growled. “One problem after another! Now what?!” “Is he Akatsuki?” Danzo asked. Õnoki nodded. “Seems so.”

💄”Guess what? Sasuke Uchiha is stuck in here! I wonder…where do you think he could be hiding right now? Any guesses?!” The white plant creature sang.

💄You were absolutely shaken to the core at the creepy site of the man, but you didn’t let it show. “WHAT IS ALL THIS?!” A barked. You then remembered what the plant guy said about Sasuke.

💄”He’s the one with the Sharingan?” Mei asked. “Who took down Haku and Zabuza?” Ao added. You gasped at that. ‘Zabuza…’ you thought.

💄Before you could ask questions, the plant creature spoke again. “It’s like a game of hide and seek! Let’s all try to find Sasuke!”

💄A grabbed a hold of the plant creature by the neck and strangled him. “Tell me where Sasuke Uchiha is! Give me an answer right now! Refuse to answer and I’ll show you no mercy!”

💄After awhile, A’s patience grew thin as he proceeded to break the plant guys neck. Mifune’s guard then sent the order to find Sasuke. A and his bodyguards then proceeded to rush off and find Sasuke on their own.

💄After interrogating Danzo some more Gaara and his siblings left to find Sasuke along with Kurotsuchi.

💄Ao closed his eyes. “He’s here.” As if on cue, the curtains slashed as the result of blades cutting. You were each on your guard.

💄You glanced up at the ceiling seeing Sasuke Uchiha hanging from above. You pointed at him. “There he is!” Everyone followed your gaze.

💄You took a good look at Sasuke. ‘For someone totally psycho, he’s really hot,’ you thought. Mifune jumped up to attack first, Sasuke countered with his blade.

💄Danzo and his guards suddenly ran out the room. “Sasuke! Danzo bolted!” You heard. You turned seeing a redhead in glasses. ‘Who’s that?’ You thought.

💄Ao jumped over the table and ran towards the hole. He stopped and turned back to you all. “Lady Mizukage, Chojuro, Y/N! Stay here! I’m gonna go after Danzo. The Kage Summit hasn’t come to an end yet.”

💄”Very well. But don’t go overboard,” Mei said. Ao nodded. “M’am, I’ll leave the Akatsuki criminals to you,” he said before running out the room.

💄Your heart fills with worry. “Ao! Wait!” You step forward but Mei puts a hand in front of you. “Ao can take care of himself, Sweetheart. You just stay close to me.” You look at her worriedly. “But…”

💄Sasuke then jumped down. “Karin! COME!” He and the redhead named Karin then rush towards the hole. You turned back to them as you started making hand signs. “No you don’t!”

💄You and Mei together unleashed Lava Released from your mouths to seal the hole shut. Sasuke turned to glare at you both. You playfully licked the lava drool off your lips. “Gotcha~” you sang.

💄Mei smirked as she wiped the lava drool off her own lips with her fingers. “You Akatsuki have traveled all over the Hidden Mist and manipulated the Fourth Mizukage…”

💄”…And yet when I look at you closely, you Uchiha really are quite handsome indeed…” she continued. “…Why if you haven’t gone rogue, I probably would have made arrangements to marry you off to my beautiful daughter…”

💄’Aww, that’s really sweet mom. But there’s only one man I love…’ you thought. Sasuke’s eyes became menacing. “Do not interfere!”

💄Mei smiled as she sighed before getting up from her seat. “Too bad, such a fine man, what a waste…”

💄She gave Sasuke a seductive look. “But at least…I get to give you a kiss that’ll melt you away…”

💄You blushed at that as you sweatdropped. You always got a little uncomfortable when Mei acted all seductive towards men in your presence.

💄Karin growled. “What?! A kiss?! Who and what are you, you witch?! And quit making eyes at him you old bag!” You sent her a death glare. “How dare you?!”

💄”You wanna piece of me, bimbo? Well c’mon!” Karin barked. “You’re about to start wearing your hair color all over your body, bitch!” You hissed.

💄Mei sighed again. “Language, dear.” You held your tongue. You both then started making hand signs. “Lord Tsuchikage, if you’re not going to participate, then please just keep your head down.”

💄With that, you and Mei shot lava from your mouths as the Tsuchikage and his bodyguard jumped to the sealing. The lava attack just barely got your enemies. You smirked seeing how some of your lava burned off the split ends in Karin’s hair, causing her to cry out. ‘Don’t mess with my mama,’ you thought.

💄You and Mei then jumped out the way: “Chojuro!” Mei said. Chojuro jumped in the air with his sword. “Yes m’am!” He then used his sword to blast Sasuke through the hole and into the hallway.

💄Mei immediately ran into the hallway to face off against Sasuke. “Mommy!” You heard her use her lava and you guessed that she was sealing the wall again to keep Sasuke from escaping. ‘She can take care of herself.’

💄You glanced down at the knocked out Karin. ‘She’s not even worth it…’ You turned towards the door. ‘I don’t trust that Danzo. I gotta find Ao and make sure he’s okay…’

💄You immediately ran out the room. “Y/N! Wait!” Chojuro called.

A/N: TO BE CONTINUED…

PART 3

[roadkillxd]

( im 18+, cis male reader! )

could you write something that’s somewhere along the lines of the reader catching their partner cheating on them with someone else at a party? they storm out angry and upset, order a spree driver which happens to be kurt :)) .

dom!kurt && maybe some overstim (he still has his murderous intent for the reader until he realizes what happened to them. the rest is up to you! twist the prompt up however you’d like!)

Alright, so maybe I got halfway through this and remembered this was a dom!Kurt prompt... he had a moment of clarity, okay?

↪ 2260 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for panic attacks, mention of infidelity, crying, man-handling, and mild body hair kink.

Content tags — cis male submissive reader / cis male dominant Kurt / car sex, handjobs, blowjobs, penetrative sex, anal sex.

It’s the last way you expected the night to go—two years, just thrown out the window so your partner could get laid. You hadn’t even wanted to come to the party in the first place, but maybe it’s better this way. At least you know, now, that you weren’t good enough for them.

You desperately blink through the tears, vision blurry with the wetness as you fumble to order yourself a Spree ride. You’re trying not to think about it, the fancy LA mansion you’re standing outside of rumbling with bass-heavy music that makes your stomach flip. 

You’re still crying when the Prius pulls up to the curb in front of you, messy and gasping. You probably look like trash, but you don’t care at this point—hastily climbing into the back of the car. 

You shrink into yourself a bit at the number of cameras rigged up all over the car, the LED strips a blinding pink that makes your eyes burn even more, squinting against the harsh light. 

“Hey! Y/N, right? I’m Kurt! And you’re going to—woah… hey, hey—” you glance up at the driver as he swivels in his seat to look at you, his mouth twisted up in a frown, brow furrowed. He must be used to people climbing into his car crying, so you don’t know why he’s suddenly honed in on you, “are you okay? What happened?”

His voice is surprisingly soft, and while his tone is mostly genuine there’s a strange edge to it—like he really doesn’t care if you live or die—like he’s just asking to satisfy his own curiosity. You glance at one of the cameras. Or to maintain some kind of image. 

“Just drive, please,” you murmur, hiccuping on a sob and averting your gaze from his own—wide and peering. He stares for a few seconds longer, giving you one last double take before turning back to the road. He silently messes with the GPS screen to make sure he’s got your location right before pulling back onto the road. You settle in for the thirty-odd minute ride back to your house.

“There’s some water back there, if you want. Crying can dehydrate you, you know?”

You nod absently, making no move for the water. You sniffle as you stare down at your hands tucked snugly against your lap. Your phone buzzes incessantly with texts from your partner, shifting along the curve of the seat before clattering to the floor. You don’t even bother to look at it as it continues its vibrating little journey underneath the passenger seat.

“Uhm, I think you dropped something,” Kurt tries, glancing at you through the rearview.

“I got cheated on,” you blurt out, a desperate attempt to lighten the weight crushing your chest, “at the party. The one I came from. I caught my partner cheating on me.”

You can see Kurt’s face fall in the mirror, a deep frown settling on his face. His eyes are steady on the road, “I’m sorry, th-that really sucks…” he says softly. This time there isn’t any hidden agenda to his voice, no hint of ingenuity, “I had, uhm, a girl… cheat on me once, and it—I know it’s not a good feeling. Like, being lied to, and all the insecurities and stuff with it,” he shrugs absently. 

Another wave of tears streams down your face, your bottom lip wobbling as you try to swallow down the noises attempting to escape, puffing your cheeks out and holding your breath. There’s a million thoughts and memories rushing through your head, crushing you beneath their weight. You close your eyes tight.

“Y/N?” You make out Kurt asking, his voice far off and muffled. You can hear your blood rushing in your ears. You feel light-headed, not even registering how your body slowly sways back and forth, “Y/N!” 

You rock forward as the car suddenly comes to a stop. You open your eyes, your hand unconsciously gripping at your chest as you realize you’re hyperventilating. You press yourself against the seat, trying to catch your breath as Kurt scrambles out of the driver’s side and comes around to the back. 

He throws open the car door, climbing in until he’s essentially straddling you. “Hey, hey, you’re okay,” he rushes out, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. You bring your own up and grip his wrists tight, not pushing or pulling, just attempting to ground yourself, “look at me, t-take a deep breath.”

You keep your eyes shut but inhale long and shaky. He counts out your breaths, his thumbs wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks. His touch is surprisingly soothing, his palms cool and soft against your heated skin. Your broken heart longs for more contact, your hands trailing from his wrists to wrap around his torso, pulling him flush to you and burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Th-there you go,” he sounds a little surprised, but not uncomfortable, rubbing gently at your back. He doesn’t seem to mind how you pant hot and wet against his throat—your tears and snot staining the hem of his shirt—instead nuzzling further into you like a cat.

Your breathing finally starts to steady and even out, your tears drying up as you sniffle a few more times. Kurt leans back just enough to reach down under one of the seats, pulling a small pack of tissues up and handing a few to you. You take them with a murmured “thank you,” and wipe the mess off of your face. 

“There we—there you go,” Kurt smiles. He’s still pressed to you, his face so close you have to strain your neck a bit to look up at his owlish eyes staring back down at you, “good as new.”

You notice absently his hands are gently placed on either side of your neck, resting tentatively. Your gaze flickers to his slightly parted lips, pink and chapped. He’s cute in his own awkward way and he watches you like he actually sees you. It makes the back of your brain tingle with want. He’s more your type than your partner—your ex-partner.

Fuck it, you decide, reaching up to fist a hand in his damp hair, smashing your lips together. He makes a surprised little noise that has you grinning against his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip to coax out another similar whimpering sound. He kisses sloppy and inexperienced, but makes up for it with enthusiasm, breathing heavy through his nose as he angles your head back to deepen the kiss. 

You can already feel him hard against you, grinding the tent of his jeans up and down your stomach as he moans and whines into your mouth. His lips fall slack and you lick past them, swiping your tongue over his teeth just to feel his body shudder. 

You fumble with his jeans, popping the button and unzipping them with haste. He gasps as you reach into his briefs and pull out his prick, flushed and sticky with an obscene amount of precum. You stroke his cock, breaking the kiss to watch how his foreskin draws over the cherry-red head only to bunch up again as your hand slides up and down his shaft. 

He has a hand pressed loosely to his mouth, vaguely muffling the whimpering moans he makes as you touch him, his hips rocking back and forth with your movements. His prick dribbles out globs of pre, creating a wet slapping noise with each stroke of your hand.

He looks so pretty, eyes clenched shut, flushed head to toe and dripping with sweat, his free hand gripping tight at your shoulder. You trail your fingers up under his shirt, pushing at it until it’s bunched up above his pecs. You can’t help but nuzzle your cheek against his thick chest hair, tongue peeking out to lap and suckle at his nipple, earning you a shocked gasp.

You feel his cock twitch in your hand and quickly pull away.

“W-why’d you stop?” He whines petulantly, brow furrowed and jaw hanging slack as he stares down at you incredulously. 

“Wanna suck you,” you reply simply, gripping his hips to urge him into laying down along the length of the backseat. 

“Oh,” he breathes as you work his shoes off, followed by his jeans and boxers. He’s hairy all over—in such sharp contrast to his boyish face and lithe frame—and it makes you groan low and appreciative. 

“Oh!” He repeats on a moan as you lean down and enthusiastically lick a stripe up his twitching cock. You trail up to his swollen head and suck him down, enveloping the entirety of his dick in your wet heat with ease, wasting no time in setting a steady pace bobbing up and down the hot, hard flesh. 

Kurt scrabbles for a grip on anything he can reach, pulling at your hair, your arms, the headrest, the seatback.

“Not gonna—I’m, oh shit,” he stammers out, hips bucking. You moan around him as his cockhead bumps the back of your throat, “g-gonna cum!” 

You shuffle to your knees, changing the angle so you can take him to the root, your nose pressed against his dense pubes, lips stretched wide around his cock as he comes with a shout. You can feel the thick stripes of cum shoot down your throat, swallowing around him to milk every last drop. 

His thighs shake with the overstimulation and your lips pull up into a lazy smile around him. You feel a hand grip tight in your hair and it’s like a switch flips. Kurt yanks you off of his cock, eliciting a groan caught between pain and pleasure. He uses his other hand to twist you around, shoving you onto your front. 

You grip the edge of the seat as he yanks your shorts down to your knees, his hands roughly spreading your cheeks before he spits, a hot glob of saliva landing directly on your hole making you moan. He rubs the spit in with his fingers, admiring how your pucker glistens in the pink light of the car. He quickly slides a finger into your hole, setting a fast pace as he thrusts it in and out of you. 

“Y-you’re kinda loose,” he comments offhandedly, slipping a second finger into you, “do you do this a lot?”

You moan whorishly, rising on your knees ever so slightly to rock back onto his hand. He doesn’t seem to know exactly what he’s doing—doesn’t even try crooking his fingers—but just the feeling of having something sliding in and out of you is good, your cock hard and twitching between your legs.

“You really like this, huh?” You can hear the grin in his voice, your head hanging heavy between your shoulders as you pant. A third finger pushing in punches a high-pitched keen out of you.

“Holy fuck, Kurt, please,” you pant, his free hand gripping your hip for leverage as he thrusts the three digits into you hard and quick, “just fuck me already, baby, fill me up with your cock.”

You gasp as he pulls his fingers free, his blunt cockhead replacing them only seconds later, pressing hard and unrelenting against your hole until it pops in. You both groan, Kurt draping himself over you, propped up on his hands as he slides into you. 

It’s a lot to take all at once, and he gives you no time to adjust before he begins to buck into your ass fast and brutal, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his own noises while you moan and cry out beneath him. 

The sound of skin on skin and panting fills the air, the car rocking side to side with the force of his thrusts. You reach down to stroke your cock and are silently relieved that he doesn’t try to stop you, too caught up in his own pleasure to even notice. 

He fills your hole so perfectly, the slight curve and swollen head of his dick stimulating your prostate just right as he sloppily shoves in and out of your dripping clutch. You can feel a puddle of drool gathering at the dip of your shoulder blades, his lips spread wide and panting wet against your skin. It drips down the crevice of your back, sending a hot spark of pleasure up your spine. 

You feel your balls draw up tight, twisting your fist over your sensitive cockhead as you clench down around Kurt’s prick. The both of you come almost simultaneously, Kurt filling you up with his cum as he finishes with a nearly silent, squeaking whine. His cock kicks hard inside of you, nudging roughly against your sore and abused prostate, forcing another spurt of cum from your throbbing prick. 

You collapse flat against the seat, grunting when Kurt follows by landing on top of you. The both of you pant, trying to catch your breaths, your skin uncomfortably sticky and wet where it touches. Your hole feels puffy and abused, but your mind tingles with the afterglow, your body lax. 

You nearly drift off before you feel Kurt’s cock give an interested twitch inside of you, slowly starting to fill out within your oversensitive walls as he lazily grinds into you. You whimper pathetically, rolling your head to the side to peer back at him. 

He gives you a dark look, in sharp contrast to his gentle smile as he leans down and presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss just behind your ear.

“We’re not done yet.”

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Kaz Brekker x gn! Reader - I Am Damaged

A/n: Yes this is based off of what you think it is

Warnings: Death, bombs, technically suicide, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: Kaz and Y/n had always gone toe to toe, they were the hero of Ketterdam and he was the Bastard, so it was inevitable when they fell in love

Pronouns used: No pronouns

(Kaz is so ooc in this fic I apologize)

This wasn't part of the plan.

You had thought everything through, every element, every role, every trash idea, you'd thought through it all. Expect for this, you never thought through this.

When you'd figured out that Kaz was going to blow every Dime Lions building to bits you knew right away you had to stop him. Perhaps Pekka Rollins deserved it, but what about the indentured girls and grisha? What about every servant, every guard that worked for that monster? Were they just left to die, some casualties?

Having decided that no, this would not be happening you couldn't let them die. You had to stop him, the man you loved from killing the innocent people.

It had always been like this, you were the hero of Ketterdam, never known by name just the 'hero.' And he, Kaz Brekker was the Bastard you constantly fought with him, harsh punches that turned into late midnight dates. You had begged him once to leave his path of revenge, he had looked you in the eyes and said;

"I love you Y/n, but everything I have done has been to see him six feet under."

You had been a fool to think he'd eventually change, that he could even possibly try to change, so it stayed just like that. Toe to toe in the for the city while the little secret rendezvous slowly faded away because if he wouldn't even try then what was the point?

You didn't think he would ever try, but he did.

"Kaz." You croak out blood lining your shirt as you press your hand to your wound as you limp over to him.

"Stay back, Y/n" He whispers, he didn't call you 'hero' and mock you no, he was calling you by your real name. He had never done that when you two fought.

You shake your head, you couldn't let him do this. This wasn't the plan, this couldn't even be a possibility. Maybe you planned for him to go through with blowing up everything, that was one of the worst things you had to consider. So you had dismantled the bomb system, but the way that it was made... Wasn't meant to be taken apart the way that you did, making one thing clear. This starter bomb had to go off.

"We're running out of time Kaz, please! We have to go! Please listen to me love!" You barely realize that you had let the nickname slip through your lips as you beg for him to go with you, let this one house blow to hell. As long as he lived.

Slowly he starts backing up, the bomb in hands blinking at you like a cat, as if to say, leave.

But you wouldn't without him, so you start marching towards him.

"I am damaged."

You freeze in your step, this couldn't be happening here, not now, please by the saints let him live another day.

"Y/n, am I beyond repair before I didn't- I couldn't understand why you wanted to try help me see that there was-" He takes in a breath and limps backwards some more.

"More to life than revenge."

He closes his eyes and he opens them looking at you with so much love you couldn't move. Never, had he let himself look at you like that so freely. He really thought he was going to die didn't he?

"I can't see that. But I see you Y/n and," He pauses.

"You're not beyond repair."

"Kaz we- we can leave!" Tears fill your eyes as your voice wobbles.

He just chuckles. "You've always been so smart I don't know why I thought I could beat you. Really you are truly the only one whose beaten Dirtyhands fair and square even when I was cheating."

Finally your legs seem to have feeling in them again and you go up to run to him, rip the bomb out of his arms and take him out of here but he push's you back.

"Leave with me Kaz." You sob into your hands your knees nearly buckle.

"Y/n, someone needs to stay down here to cover the bomb so it doesn't kill all the people up there." He inclines his head up.

"And they need you up there."

Continuing to sob you're finally able to chock out the words you want to say.

"Take me, take me instead! This doesn't have to be this way!"

Kaz just looks at you and smiles sadly.

"Take a step back Y/n."

You cry, and scream out for him but you do as he says anyways.

"Go to the door."

You nod and limp over to the door, yet you couldn't stop crying. You didn't want to leave without Kaz.

"When this thing goes off I need you to open the door and run up those stairs. Can you do that for me?"

All you could do was nod.

"Miss me okay? I wish I could've kissed you..." A beautiful smile is painted upon his face as he close's his eyes no doubt thinking about you.

"I might not have gotten my revenge, and I might not have know how to let it go, but I do know you Y/n. Clean up the city, saints knows you're the only one capable." He opens his eyes and he glances down at the bomb he has holding to his chest, his time is ticking, running out. You're sure he only has a few more moments left.

"Wait! You don't need to go like th-"

Kaz suddenly realizing he wouldn't have enough time to say, or even do everything he wanted to interrupts you.

"Our love is God."

You can't speak, and you can't take your eyes off of him. Glancing down at the bomb you both know it's going to go off.

"Our love is God." He mumbles again looking right at you with love that you would never forget.

What could you say to a dying man?

"Say hi to God."

In that moment everything goes to hell, and you manage to rip open the door, run up the stairs and out of the building. Stumbling into an random ally you wobble and fall to the ground and sob, and sob.

Looking up at the sky, you realize that it was a clear night, something that never happened in Ketterdam.

"Hello Kaz." You whisper up at it.

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Never sent a request idk if I do this right. Been to lazy and not good lately and honestly I just need a good fluff. The basic plot where he is in a bad mood like angry and then he turns to his lover etc etc. Do your thing I just need some comfort and love!

Cupcake ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Maybe making cupcakes with a girl he likes won’t be a bad thing

Warnings: Slight angst on the earlier part, cursing, substance, extreme fluff, adorable Rafe Cameron

A/N: I hope you're doing good, sending all my love and hugs @ you <33 remember to rest!!! @asimpwriter

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"Fuck off," Rafe sighed, shutting his eyes against the bright chandelier above the dinner table. Since when did it got so bright? The last time he checked, it was dimmed. "I swear Sarah, say one more word and I'll fucking kill you."

"Rafe," Ward sighed, placing his cutleries down onto the expensive wooden table. "It's family time. Excuse your sister."

"She's hanging around with those stupid pogues, dad!" he groaned, not wanting to believe that his dad was on her side. Not that he was ever on his, but he thought his father would have the same mindset as him towards this topic.

"Let. It. Go."

"They're my friends," she breathed, and Ward closed his eyes again, knowing the screaming that was about to occur. "I'm sorry you're stuck with Topper-"

"Didn't you cheat on him?" he laughed, and turned to look at his dad. He mouthed at him with an amused expression, "She cheated on him."

"I didn't, and we broke up 2 weeks ago. I'm sorry he couldn't move on from me," Sarah shrugged, and Rafe watched as she put aside her green beans and offered some of the mashed potatoes to Wheezie.

How could she act so normal about this?

"Oh, and-" Sarah turned to Ward, and Rafe waited impatiently for the lies that was about to slip from her mouth. "Do you know that he does drugs?"

"Sarah!" Rose yelled, furrowing her eyebrows as Rafe laughed out loud, clapping his hands loudly that the sound echoed throughout the huge house. "It's a family dinner!"

"I don't give a fuck about this family," Sarah said, removing the napkin from her lap and quickly standing up to get out of the house. Ward didn't say anything, neither did Rose, and after a few seconds, he let out a sigh.

"This is getting out of hand," he started, clasping his hands. "Rafe, I'm no longer letting you take over my business."

Rafe stopped his movements, looking at his father with widened eyes. After all those time he spent at college, trying to make his father proud and to take over the business, only for this?

"Dad, you can't. She's lying, dad, I haven't been using drugs."

"I saw the stash, Rafe," he sighed, and Rafe thought about the space under his bed. He closed his eyes, muttering a ‘fuck’ when he finally remembered the empty space. He didn't think much about it earlier, thinking about how he must have used up all of the powder.

"Until you get your life back on track, or nothing at all."

"Dad-"

"Go find your sister, and bring her home."

"Dad, please-"

"Go find Sarah."

"Okay," he sighed, standing up immediately and letting the chair scraped the polished floor. Wheezie shifted uncomfortably at the sound, and Rafe had an urge to do it again, just for the sake of riling his father's anger.

He cursed silently, walking away towards the table and to the porch, all while thinking about the joy if he could destroy the Pogues' life for making his hard.

The drive from Figure 8 to The Cut took him 30 minutes at high speed and being fully caffeinated, and when he arrived at the Chateau, all riled up from the quarrel with his father that he had before, he didn't try to see if his sister was even in there before barging into the small home.

"Yo, what the fuck?"

"Where's Sarah?" he muttered, giving Kie his side glance and continued searching for her. "Where the fuck is she?"

"Yo, bro, this land is off to the kooks," JJ stepped in, eye to eye as he leveled up to Rafe's height. He was only an inch shorter, but the difference was apparent. He continued to place his hands against his chest, whispering slowly. "Especially to crackheads like you."

Rafe laughed, tilting his head to the back to release the tension building up in his body. He was so, so close to give the blonde boy the consequences of his words, but was halted when Sarah entered the room, hand in hand with John B.

"What are you doing here?" she groaned, walking forward and standing in front of him. "God, can't you leave me alone?"

"Oh, trust me, I rather do that more than anything especially-" his eyes trailed to John B, "When you're fucking with a trash."

"JJ-" Kie stepped up, pulling JJ's shirt to stop him from doing anything. She sighed, knowing that this was bound to happen anytime soon, and she had told John B about this before, but he didn't listen. Now it was like her job to protect her friends from Rafe.

"Leave," Sarah stated, her lips pulled into a tight grimace. "Leave before I'll tell dad about this."

"I'm just trying to protect you," he ran his fingers through his hair, making it more messier than ever. Why couldn't she get that? All he was doing - it was all to protect her, so that his father could see him for what he's worth.

"You know what?" he sighed, wrapping his face with his large hands and turning towards the exit. "You wanna be one of them? Go. Don't ever come back home. You're just another trash, anyways."

He wasn't sure if he meant them, or if it came from the heat of the moment. All he could think about was to run away, to hide and to never come out and face his father or the judgement put by everyone else. He felt an uneasy feeling rising in the pit of her stomach, but he was too proud to say sorry.

“That was useless," he thought, leaning over his motorcycle and blinking his eyes against the lights by the side of the road. He couldn't go back now, not when his father had just ordered him to bring Sarah home and he had failed to do so, and he couldn't go to Barry's; his dad could find him there if he search for him the next day.

He groaned, feeling the cold air nipping at his skin until the final thought occurred to him. He laughed then, not sure as to why he hadn't been thinking of that sooner, and soon he was in front of the mini apartment.

He rapped on the door and waited patiently, his heartbeat quickening. He looked at his watch, checking if his arrival was too late. He groaned, noticing the time, but it would be embarrassing for him to turn now.

(Y/N) was trying to figure out what colour should she put into the frosting mixture, her hands on her waist when she heard the knock.

Her head instinctively looked at the clock, frowning when she read the time. It was not that late, only around 10 p.m., but she was not ready for any guests or her friends to come over.

Had she been too loud that the cranky neighbor next door who sleeps early everyday had come to tell her off?

She sighed, lowering the music coming from the radio before making her way to the door. She was in nothing but her ribbed top and a pair of sweatpants, and her hair was messier than ever.

"I'm sorry, Jerry," she sighed, opening the door to greet the old man. But standing in front of her was not the grey-haired man with furrowed eyebrows, ready to scold her, but it was the boy she had been crushing on since forever instead.

"Rafe?" she exclaimed, and she couldn't deny the shock spreading through her veins at the sight of him. He was sweaty, like he had just been in a fight, and his shirt was sticking to his body. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, I'm sorry, can I come in?"

The smell of freshly baked cupcakes wafted into his nostrils, and he noticed the drool in his mouth. He didn't eat dinner that much, being forced to chase after his sister, and all he wanted was to enjoy some good food and get a good sleep for the night.

"I'm not. . . we can't. . . I'm not prepared for anything-"

"It's okay, I didn't come for sex," he bit his lips, trying to contain her amused laughter at her statement. "We're friends, (Y/N), aren't we?"

"Yeah," she raised a brow, not grasping at the way he was playing his words. She allowed him in, asking him to sit by the kitchen counter and checking her porch outside to see if there was any cameras in case he was trying to prank her.

Rafe Cameron never contacted her for anything if it wasn't for sex.

"What are you making?" he pointed at the mess on the kitchen, and (Y/N) tried to hide her red face as she quickly tried to put the stained bowls and cutleries into the sink.

"Uh, cupcakes."

"Yum," he chuckled, liking the way she was so nervous around him. The truth with (Y/N), she was extremely wild in bed but also very shy outside. It was like a complete two different person, but he was always intrigued by this.

The first time they had done the deed, he was shocked when she got into control, and he would lie if he said he didn't enjoy it. That night was one of Rafe’s best nights, the starting point to the many after.

"Relax, (Y/N)," he laughed, watching as she tilted a cup and placing his hand under the table to catch it before it could break. (Y/N) yelped, struck to her position, and let out the biggest relief when Rafe put it back to its previous place, safe as ever.

"Why are you so jumpy?" he whispered, sneaking beside her to help with whatever she was doing. He hadn't got a clue about this whole baking thing, only watching Cake Wars for the drama, but he wanted to help the girl beside him if it means he got to spend time with her.

"What are you doing?" she muttered, glancing at Rafe's hands as he whisked the fluffy frosting. "Rafe, you're going to get it more clumpy."

"No, I won't."

"Rafe, I swear," she groaned, reaching over to grab the whisk only for him to turn around, laughing while she struggled to get him.

"I'm just making it more fluffier," he smiled, continuing to whisk the mixture without even looking at the white colloid. He was too busy looking at her, and he wondered if she knew about the small amount of flour powder that had gotten on the top of her nose.

"Was the coke good?"

"Huh?" she tilted her head, confused, and still angry at the way he was not listening to her.

"The nose. Was the coke good?"

(Y/N) gave him a look before going to the corner to stare at herself in the mirror, letting out a yelp when she saw the powdery stain on her nose. She quickly dusted them off, stalking back to the still-whisking boy, and she wondered about the amount of energy he had in him and how he was still not tired.

"Rafe! It's all clumped!" she sighed, finally having a hold on the large bowl. She took her a finger and tipped it into the mixture, pulling out before slipping the finger into her mouth. Her face scrunched up, and she reached for the glass of water by her side.

"What? It's more prettier. More texture-ish. If we're in Cake Wars, we'll be the winner."

"That's not how it works," she groaned, pouring the failed mixture into the sink and letting the water cleansed them off. "Now my cupcake's going to be naked."

"You know what can be naked too?"

She held up her middle finger, placing the wet bowl onto the counter and using the clean cloth to wipe it dry. "And I'm not giving these to the children's home naked. You have to help me, Rafe."

Rafe felt a smile tugging on his lips at the mention of 'children’s home', and he thought about how perfect could she be. She’s the epitome of the girl everyone wants to be - she's good in school, never using anyone's money for her, good at baking, and has a big heart?

He thought about how she's good in bed too, but he tired to shake the childish thought away.

"What can I do? Should I go to the store and get any Betty Crocker's frosting?" he offered, his hands in his pocket to reach for his keys. He watched as her shoulder slumped, and he felt bad for ruining her cake. He touched her shoulder, "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would actually be clumped. I thought it would get even more fluffier."

"You don't think, Rafe, that's why," she sighed, "But that's alright. Do you think you can help me make another one?"

"Are you sure? I don't want to ruin anything," he backed away, glancing at the sink and thinking about the clumped mixture making their way to the sewer.

"Yes. Can you reach for that sugar? That's flour, Rafe, god, yes, yes, okay, c'mere," she rolled her eyes, taking the container from him and dumping the content into the dried bowl. "Now, what do we do?"

"Put water?"

(Y/N) laughed, tilting her head to one side, trying to clutch her stomach from hurting. "Yeah, if you want the kids to get sick."

"Okay, Gordon, what should we do next?" he grunted, but he liked the lightness in the air. How the conversation flowed easily, and how quick he regained her trust to help her make whatever this is.

It was like she didn't care about the Rafe Cameron that gets into fights with the pogues or snorts coke when he's stressed. He felt like staying in this moment forever, wanting to help her bake whatever and watching her smile.

(Y/N) handed him the butter, muttering something along the words of 'dump them in', 'use the mixture', 'you're going to break your arms' and 'watch while it's whisking'.

He didn't care about the many orders she was giving him - he enjoyed it. He truly liked how his night was ending after a long day of bullshit, starting with his college sending him a letter for the vandalism he had caused outside of the Dean's office, Kelce and Topper going on a road trip without him and giving him the explanation of 'we asked you, and you said no'.

In truth, he didn't even remember anything about meeting them. His memory was starting to fade, and he shuddered at the thought of not knowing anyone when he reaches Ward's age.

"Okay, that's enough," she groaned, switching the button off. Rafe apologized quickly, being so caught up with his own thoughts, and waited for her next order.

"Choose the colour," she exclaimed happily, pointing out two different food dyes. "I can't choose!"

Rafe skimmed over the label that said 'blue' and 'pink', and made a face. "Are you going to give the blue ones to the boys and the pinks to the girls or something?"

"What? No?"

"Okay. . . why can't we just use both?"

"And make purple?"

"Yeah? Hey, look, I'm wearing blue and you're wearing pink!"

(Y/N) looked down to the ribbed top, noticing the colour, and her face turned into a red shade. Now everything's going to be awkward.

"Okay, purple it is," she rolled her eyes, giving him the blue bottle and taking the pink one for herself. "Three drops together. Are you ready?"

"Mhm."

"1."

Rafe licked his lips, so eager to watch the colour forming.

"2," she looked at him, and back to the frosting. "Rafe!"

"What?" he raised a brow, following her gaze and watching the blue dots on the frosting. He put his hand over his mouth, too stunned to say anything. "Oh my god, I'm so-"

(Y/N) laughed out loud, this time with her hands gripping onto the kitchen counter to stabilize herself, her mind rewinding back to his expression when he found out what he just did.

"Ha-ha, now you're just being an asshole," he rolled his eyes, but he was glad he had made her laugh. Instinctively, her laugh had made him feel better, and all of his worries dissipated into the air.

After a while, she tried to get ahold of herself to put the pink drops in, but failing to do so as his face kept appearing in her mind. Rafe groaned, having to wait for a few minutes now, and pulled her to feet. He pushed her against the counter, her back against his front as he trapped her.

"Don't laugh."

(Y/N) bit her lips, being in this position but not for what they usually do, and concentrated on dropping 3 drops of pink into the bowl. She cheered when she was done, pulling his hand away to move to the other side. The back of her neck was still hot, and she could still feel his arms around her.

"Mix it," Rafe smiled, leaning against the counter to watch as the mixer whisked the frosting, turning the pearly white colloid to a beautiful dark purple.

"It's dark!" she groaned, but she thought about how it still looked good, though it wasn't her expectation. Her job was almost finished now, and she could hear her bed calling.

"Now, the fun part," she smiled, taking her icing materials and placing them before his eyes. She watched as he laughed, being so excited as if he was a toddler seeing a playground for the first time.

"They used these in Cake Wars," he said proudly, showing her a nozzle.

"Stop with your Cake Wars," she mumbled, preparing the icing bag and giving Rafe one. "Put some frosting- not yet, Rafe, God, do you ever wait? Don't fill the bags too much, just in the middle, yes, just like that, and, wait, let me do mine."

She showed him how to do the perfect icing, practicing on a clean plate and asking him to do the same. He scoffed at her, saying how he got this, but what appeared was nothing more than a crooked line.

"That's nice," she muttered, sighing. "For a coming-out party."

Rafe groaned, trying to copy her artwork, and by the time it was 12.03 a.m., he had managed a copy of hers. Not literal, but there was a hint of hers in his.

"Okay. Now, Rafe, we'll make this quick. I do 80 cupcakes, and you do 20. Is that okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, concentrating on his piping bag. He watched as she did the first cupcake, ending her icing perfectly and exclaiming happily as she put it aside. She looked at him, waiting.

"Don't look at me, you're making me nervous," he mumbled, and leaned to decorate the cupcake. It took him a total of 2 minutes, stopping at times and getting a yell from (Y/N), saying how he should not stop, and the result was impressive. At least to him.

"This will probably be in the rejected part of a bakery, you know, that they'll sell with a discount."

"Not everyone can do arts, (Y/N)," he rolled his eyes, but he truly enjoyed the joke.

It was nearing one in the morning when Rafe saw her sighing in relief, placing the last cupcake into the pastry box and safely storing them in the refrigerator. Her hair was in a bun, he had helped her put them up, and when she refused to let him help her, he gave her a poke.

"What? It's not like it's my first time putting your hair up."

"God, Rafe, you're impossible."

His eyes were almost shut, being so tired after being a cake decorator, and all he wished for was to pull her into her bed and sleep until the morning greets them. He waited until she was done cleaning all of the utensils, walking tiredly towards to him to wake him up.

"Get change, Rafe, I'm not letting you sleep in my bed with that shirt and that sweatpants."

"It's not a problem before," he mumbled, allowing himself to be pulled by her to the bedroom. He removed his shirt weakly, pulling off his sweatpants and jumping into the bed as soon as she closed the light. (Y/N) giggled lightly, noticing how adorable he was being, and she pinched his cheeks before she could stop herself.

"Take off your clothes."

"I'm not going to take off my clothes," she laughed, pulling down her shorts and getting into the bed beside him. She finally laid her back against the mattress, letting out the biggest relief ever as she tried to get comfortable.

He pulled her close towards him, breathing into her scent. She smelled like cupcakes, and he loved it.

"I'm going to the children's home with you."

"What?" she pulled a face, because she wasn't sure if she had heard him right. There was no way Rafe Cameron would ever step his foot into a children's home, what more to give out dark purple cupcakes.

"I'm going to the children's home with you. To give them cupcakes."

(Y/N) smiled and kissed his cheeks. "Okay."

"And we should do this again."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Goodnight, Rafe," she laughed lightly, placing another peck before closing her eyes.

He placed a long kiss fully on her lips, feeling the butterflies soaring in his stomach. "Goodnight, (Y/N)."

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[im-in-vin-ci-ble]

Bestieee~ This is long but can I request a Mark x fem reader where he’s dating eve and readers a strong solo hero who happens to catch his eye after finding out she works with cecil and they officially meet when Cecil sends her out to help Atom eve and Mark with a villain and after instead of helping his gf he introduces himself to reader and gets all nervous and she finds and calls him really cute so she asks if he’s taken and he says no and she tells him to give her a call if they ever wanna go out together, eve asks what was that about (she didn’t hear the convo) he says nothing and they go home and sooner or later reader and mark hook up leading to them falling for each and catching feelings and one day they took it to the next level and it’s was very heated and they end up confessing and having another heated make out session only for eve to come and find them in the act and she’s heartbroken and argues with Mark infront of reader, eventually eve storms out but mark doesn’t go after her he apologizes to reader that he lied and she’s okay with it and they stay together

(It can be as explicit as you want and can Marks parents really adore reader and they also go to the same school, I’m sorry this is so long 🥲)

A/N: omg hey bestie so sorry this took a while! this was loooooong and is the last request in my inbox before Love They Neighbour 2!

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit AF

Warnings: smut!! on!! smut!! cheating, swearing, angst, etc

Summary: You captivated Mark the moment you swooped in to help, but he should have been more honest with you before things got intense.

As you landed the final hit on the last Mauler twin standing, you watched as he fell on the pavement and created a crater around his gigantic blue being. You let out a sigh of exhaustion when your feet touched back on the ground, relieved that it was done and over with.

"Excuse me?"

You turned around and saw Invincible hovering towards you, his blue and yellow suit tarnished from the action.

"Hi, sorry, I should have introduced myself before I jumped in," you said, walking to where he landed. "Cecil sent me here."

"Oh... so you, uh, work for the GDA," he replied feebly.

"I do, just started actually," you informed him.

"That was..." he pointed at the knocked out Mauler twin, "that was a nice blow."

You crossed your brows, "I'm sorry?"

"Sorry! No! I meant... I meant..." he stuttered. "Like that was... t-that was a good... hit! A good hit!" Mortified, he placed his hand on his forehead and shook his head, and you could swear there was a tinge of pink creeping up on his cheeks.

You laughed at the boy, who is one of the strongest people on this planet, as he fell apart in front of you. "Thank you," you simply replied, keeping it short to keep him from feeling more embarrassed. "Anyway, I should report back—"

"I'm Invincible," he cut you off, reaching his hand out.

You looked down at his hand that was trembling, then back up to his face that still had that smile on. "I'm Y/N," you replied with your superhero name, shaking his hand slowly.

"Shit, I just realized I cut you off," he suddenly said, placing his hand on his forehead again. "I was gonna say thank you for helping Atom Eve and I out with the twins but I just got so caught up in my own thoughts that I..." he trailed off, "that I started rambling. Shit, sorry."

"Don't worry about it," you responded with an audible giggle, "I'll let it pass because you're cute."

His lips formed into a wide smile, "You... You think I'm cute?"

"I do," you nodded, biting your lower lip. "Are you seeing anyone?"

"No!" he exclaimed almost immediately. "No, no, I... I'm not."

"Well do you maybe wanna go out some time?" you asked. "Our dating pool is quite limited and I think you're probably the best catch out there right now."

"I-I would love to," he stammered as he fumbled to get his phone, which is miraculously still in tact, out of his pocket. "Give me your number, I'll text you!"

As you typed your phone number on the screen, you looked up at his face that was beaming with so much excitement, his mask could have melted off. You swiftly returned his phone and winked, "Call me," and you flew off — that was a good exit.

His eyes followed you as you zoomed away, and his head began thinking of all the things he can/should say in his first text to you.

"Mark," a female voice broke his daydream, "what was that all about?"

He turned around and saw Eve, his girlfriend, standing there with an unsuspicious look on her face. "Nothing," he lied, clearing his throat. "Let's go home, I'm ready to just lay on my bed."

— — —

After going out on two (secret) study dates together, Mark finally accepted that he was in deep shit. He paced around his bedroom as he waited for you to come in through the window, internally panicking at two things: one, that he's catching real feelings for you and two, that Eve will find out.

"I can't lie to Eve forever, she'll know something's up," he mumbled to himself as he walked back and forth.

A soft gust of wind caught his attention and he looked up to see you gently closing his bedroom window. You cheerfully greeted him but the smile on your face quickly disappeared upon seeing the worried look on his.

"Is everything okay?" you asked.

"Yeah, I'm just, um..." he trailed off, looking up at the ceiling, "stressed about art class."

"Well I don't know how your class does it but it sounds like they're really giving you guys a tough time out there," you replied, moving close enough to him to wrap your arms around his neck.

He responded by placing his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. "It's a killer," he lied.

"Well you look like you need a stress reliever," you said in a low voice, leaning in to give him gentle kisses on the neck. "And I think I know just the thing," you added in a whisper.

Your lips on his neck sent shots of electricity up Mark's spine and his grip around your waist tightened. He used one hand to move your face back up across his and he immediately began kissing you, each one more deeper and more passionate than the last. He guided the both of you to his bed where you landed in synchronicity, and his hands were quick to pull up your shirt and unbutton your shorts.

"Mark, hey," you pulled away. "Are you okay?"

He took a deep breath, "Mmhm, I just need you right now."

The redness and look of restraint in his face was, admittedly, driving you crazy too; you resumed kissing him and proceeded to take off his clothes — which were luckily just a T-shirt and shorts — and his hand moved up and down your back until he decided to unhook your bra. He pulled away from your lips and dived down to your chest, sucking on your perky nipples as his one hand rubbed circles over your damp center. He was sending you into a frenzy and when you finally found the strength to speak, it was just his name.

"I need you right now," he repeated as he placed himself on top of you and stripped you of your last article of clothing.

Mark reached over to his bedside table and rolled down a condom in what seemed like mere seconds. Lining himself up to your entrance, you caught a glimpse of his throbbing cock as he fully slid himself inside you. A low moan escaped from both your lips while you adjusted to his length, and he slowly began picking up a rhythm and a steady pace. He leaned down and gave you a sloppy kiss as he moved with more force and speed, his fingers tangling with yours while you both lost yourself to each other.

"I need you," he moaned, "I need you right now."

You kissed him once more and replied breathily, "I'm right here. Fuck, Mark, I'm right here."

Keeping his forehead against yours and his speed and strength building up, he said the two words that brought you crumbling:

"Cum. Now."

The force, the rhythm, and the authority in his voice pushed you over edge. Your thighs tensed then weakened as you entered a whole new state of euphoria, and your soft moans together in the air sounded like a warm, harmonic song. Mark felt himself let go inside you and his pace slowed down to sporadic thrusts until he rolled over next to you, the both of you panting from all the emotions.

"Holy fuck," you said shakily. "That was..."

"Insane," he finished for you as he pulled the condom away and threw it to what he hoped was his trash bin.

"Mmhm," you whispered before turning your head to look at him.

You watched as Mark caught his breath, his sweaty and toned chest moving up and down. He extended his arm above you and you scooted closer, resting your head on his shoulder and placing your hand on his heaving his chest. You laid there in silence, the only audible noise being the humming of the air-conditioner.

"Y/N, I need to tell you something," Mark finally said.

"Yes?" you asked, tracing circles on his chest with your fingertip.

"I don't know how to say it," he started. "So I'm just going to. Don't freak out, please. And if you do, will you let me know so I can—"

"Mark," you cut him off, "just tell me."

He took a deep breath, "I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Really?" you giggled.

"Yeah, really," he replied. "It's cool if you don't... you know, feel the same way or whatever."

You chuckled and planted a tender kiss on his lips. "I feel too, you know," you said. "But I'm glad you said it first."

"Why?" he asked with a smile.

"Because," you shrugged. "If somebody asks, I can tell them you were the first one to break."

Mark laughed and began attacking you with kisses — on your neck, your cheeks, you forehead, your ears, your nose, anywhere he could plant one. You giggled as you tried to get away, feigning weakness while you enjoyed the moment. He finally managed to land a long one your lips, and that one kiss re-energized the heat you were just feeling earlier. His one hand gently cusped your breasts in turns, and you retaliated by rolling on top of him and moving his hands down to your ass. You moaned as Mark gave you a gentle squeeze, and he guided your hips to slowly move against him.

"God, I need you so bad," he said in between kisses.

"I'm all yours, baby," you responded quietly. "All yours, alw—"

"Mark?"

His focus shattered as that familiar voice rang in his ear. You quickly rolled off him, covering yourself with the blanket and looking up at a hovering Eve. Mark grabbed his shorts and quickly put them back on before walking towards Eve, extending his arms out in an attempt to keep her calm.

"Eve, before you say anything—"

"I can't believe you!" she yelled, the tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "I can't believe you would do this to me! I trusted you! I trusted her!" she added, pointing at you.

"Eve, she didn't know. Leave her out of this," Mark replied sternly, lowering his arms. "This is between you and me."

She slowly landed back down on the floor but didn't move a step; Eve was paralyzed with anger and sadness, bu mostly the former. "Why?"

"Look, Eve," he turned to look at you and returned his attention to his sobbing girlfriend. "I'm sorry I lied to you. But the truth is I just... I just stopped loving you. I haven't... loved you for a while now."

"And you couldn't be honest with me?" she asked.

"No, I couldn't," Mark answered, "and I'm sorry you had to find out this way. This is on me, okay?"

Eve sniffled, "Why did you stop loving me?"

"All we did was fight, Eve," he sighed, "all we did was fight and yell at each other until we got so tired of yelling, we'd just fall asleep. Then the next morning it's like nothing happened."

She sniffled and shook her head, still refusing to believe this was happening.

"We never solved anything. We never apologized to each other. It's like we were just staying together for the sake of it, or so that no one in the team could shit on us if we broke up," Mark added. "I'm sorry, Eve. I never meant for it to play out like this."

Eve looked up at him with a stone face, her eyes red and puffy. "I'm gonna fly out of that window, And if you don't follow, it means that you don't wanna solve this," she said, sniffling and pointing at his open bedroom window. "Make your choice, Mark."

He watched as he left her bedroom, the soft gust of wind flipping some of his comic books open. Mark walked towards the window and stared at Eve, who was now flying further and further away. When he could no longer see her silhouette in the sky, he shut his window.

"Mark, aren't you...?"

"No," he shook his head, "I didn't mean for this but I meant what I said to Eve."

He turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. "Y/N, I owe you an apology too," he sighed. "I should have told you about Eve. I should have broken it off with her before I started anything with you."

"Mark..."

He finally looked up at you, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't want you to get caught in the middle of this." He sighed again, "I understand if you want to go and never talk to me again because I'm a total piece of shit. But please know I didn't want this to happen."

You sat there and stared at him — Invincible didn't look so invincible right now; he was ashamed and angry at himself. The teenage boy arrogantly flying through the skies like it was no big deal was sitting across you, defeated from the stupid decisions he admittedly made. There was a mixture of fear and embarrassment and sadness and guilt in his eyes, and he was ready for you to just get dressed and leave.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"W... What?"

You shook your head and moved next to him, keeping the blanket over your chest. "I forgive you," you explained to him. "What you did was shitty, yeah, but we all make mistakes. I know I've made my fair share."

"But this was a really big mistake," he said.

"I know," you replied, "but at least you can admit to it and learn from it."

He sighed, "You know, I meant what I said to you earlier... about me... you know, falling in love with you."

"I believe you, and I meant it too.”

You lied back down on the bed and patted the empty space next to you. Mark took up your offer and wrapped you in his arms, his nose buried in your hair as he kept you close to him.

“I promise I will never hurt you like this,” he whispered.

“I know.”

[holylulusworld]

The B*tch

Title: The b*tch

Summary: It’s a game for you and Bucky. Sometimes you even burn a whole town down if you must.

Square Filled ‘Second Chances’ for: @buckybingo​​

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Dot, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: angst, language, love-hate relationship (toxic relationship), public blowjob (light), light fingering, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens, no description), mentions of infidelity/break-up, implied/mentions of threesome/foursome, smut, unprotected sex, public sex, forced voyeurism, possessive Bucky, hair pulling, roughness, implied character’s death, therapy, roleplay

Words: 5,3k

2021 BUCKY BINGO masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

A/N: Please head the warnings. The reader and Bucky have a toxic relationship in this. Both are awful people.

“Steve, tell your boss to keep his bitch in line,” you growl, tapping your glass to order another drink. The bartender smirks, watching Steve Rogers, the right-hand man of the most feared man in Brooklyn cower in front of you. “This is my club, and I don’t like hussies at my club, nor whores.”

“Doll, don’t make a fuss,” Steve tries. “I know you and Buck got a war of roses going on, but he didn’t think much of bringing that girl here.”

“I said, I don’t want his whores at my club,” you whip your head to meet Steve’s eyes, narrowing your eyes. “And I don’t mean girls making money with riding dick. I like prostitutes, Stevie. They are always polite and know how to dress. Suzie over there works here every night.”

“Y/N, stop right now. You know every club pays Bucky good money. Every club except for you,” Steve warns.

“I don’t give two shits on Barnes. I make the rules here,” Steve doesn’t like you slide your hand over your thigh, patting the hidden knife. He knows you love to wear a knife strapped against your thigh beneath your crimson silky robe. 

He follows the motion, eyes glued to the slit in your dress, revealing your thigh and the tattoo on it. The one you will remove soon enough.

“Still got the tattoo, doll? I knew you can’t get rid of me completely,” a smug grin on his lips, and a dopily smiling Dot on his arm Bucky waltz toward you as if he owns the club.

“Oh, the trash made it out of the house,” you batt your eyelashes, chuckling lightly. “Didn’t think she can walk on her own.” turning around to face the bartender you give her a sweet smile. “What do you think, Wanda, doll. Does that woman look like she should be at my club?”

“I don’t know, boss,” Wanda smirks. While refilling your drink, she looks at Dot, shrugging as she doesn’t want to get in trouble with Bucky. “I’m not into cheap chicks.”

“Give me two cherries,” you coo, ignoring Bucky fumes right next to you. “Maybe give Steve water to make sure he doesn’t dehydrate. He looks so pale tonight. We don’t want him to get sick.”

“On its way, boss,” snickering Wanda pours Steve water, relieved she doesn’t have to talk about Bucky’s latest arm candy.

“Steve, tell my ex to shut her nasty mouth before I stuff it,” Bucky barks orders at Steve before he sits next to you on his favorite barstool, the one he used to occupy when you still were a thing.

“You wish,” you sip at your martini, looking anywhere but at Bucky. “Why do you come back here? There are other clubs in Brooklyn, with owners liking you, Barnes.”

“I like the atmosphere and the drinks are good,” he smirks, placing his favorite knife onto the bar top. A silent warning for you to watch your tongue. “What can you recommend?”

“To leave,” you quip, sipping at your drink.

“You know, it’s a crime to put cherries into a martini,” Bucky mutters, watching you place one of the cherries on your tongue, moaning at the taste.

“I give a shit on your opinion, Barnes. If you would excuse me now, there are tables, a dancefloor, and restrooms you can use,” you jerk your head toward Dot stand next to Steve, still grinning at you. “Take your bitch and leave me to my drink and the music.”

“Ya know,” Bucky leans closer to breathe in your neck, “you should fuck more often to get the stick out of your ass, my love.” his fingertips ghost over your back, draw circles in your skin.

“Ya know,” you get your knife out to press the tip into Bucky’s crotch before Steve can even flinch, “men like you should watch their tongue and balls. One day someone will break into your house and cut them off. Now go.”

“Little bitch.”

“I used to be your doll,” you say, a little too bitter. “Sadly, you couldn’t keep it in your pants,” you chuckle. 

“Bitch,”

“Cheating bastard,” you dip your head to glance at Dot. “You should hurry to disappoint the next woman. Maybe you will keep your promises this time – huh? Or maybe she’ll get empty promises too.”

“One day someone will cut your sharp tongue off,” you press the tip harder into his crotch, smirking when a hint of pain flashes across Bucky’s features. “Maybe I’ll be the one to do so.”

“Aw, you can’t take the pleasure away from all men in Brooklyn who want a blowjob from me. You know,” leaning closer you brush your lips over Bucky’s ear, “men love it when I use my tongue.”

Bucky shudders, remembering the way you went down on him. Teeth, lips, and tongue. “You weren’t that good.”

“What a pity,” you smirk, hiding the knife in your garter. “I just wanted to remind you how good I can blow you off.”

“You sure?” Steve chokes on his water when you slide off the barstool to pat his cock, right in front of his boss.

“What the fuck, doll?”

“Oh, you believed I wanted to suck your dick?” you chuckle. “No, I wanted to go down on your tall blonde piece of meat and show him a good time.”

“Go ahead and show Steve a good time,” Bucky challenges, watching you slowly unbuckle Steve’s belt.

You don’t care the club is crowded or that Bucky is right next to you and Steve. 

“Y/N, doll,” Steve mumbles when you slide your hand over his chest down to his abs. “Stop, you don’t want to do this.”

“Stevie,” you coo, giving his lips a peck, “you should know I do what I want, and right now,” you tug harshly at his pants, shove them down his legs, “I wanna suck your dick and show you a good time.”

Steve swallows thickly, but what can man do when a woman like you shoves her hand down his boxers to run it up and down his swelling length. 

“Oh, you are packing, sweet Steve,” you moan, hand leaving his boxers too soon to shove the fabric down his thighs.

No one at the club dares to watch you. You’re at the VIP section, the one reserved for and your friends. This part of the club only belongs to you, and you can do whatever you want without anyone spying on you.

“Doll,” Steve’s breathing quickens when you ever so slowly sink to your knees to cup his balls. “You shouldn’t.”

“Don’t tell me what I can do, Stevie,” you smirk, hand fisting his cock harshly. “That’s a nice cock, a big one and I’ll worship it. Don’t you want my lips around your dick?”

“Y-yeah-“ Steve chokes out. “But B-Bucky is right next to us, doll. Can we go somewhere private?”

“No, baby,” chuckling you roughly grip Steve’s cock. “I want to prove a point, Steve, and want to choke on your cock right here and now.”

You lick over the wide head, smiling to yourself when you hear Bucky bark your name. He dangerously growls it, wants you to stop but you relax your jaw and go for the goal.

“If you dare to suck his dick, I’ll end your life,” he growls. “Y/N, I’m warning you, doll. Don’t you-“

It’s too late, you suckle at the tip of Steve’s cock, ignoring Bucky throws a tantrum.

“What, James? You told me I’m boring and you want to move on with a hotter chick. Obviously, Stevie has a different opinion and is hard as a rock for me. Now lemme get him off, he’s so hard it would be a waste to not suck his dick.”

“Stop being a brat,” fisting your hair Bucky drags you off Steve, leaves his friend panting and unsatisfied behind.

“Let go of me Barnes,” you try to swat Bucky’s hands away, but he pushes you onto the couch at the VIP section, growling low in his throat. “I wanna suck Stevie’s dick, James. Let me suck his fucking cock!”

“Be good now,” panting heavily Bucky pins your hands above your head, to hold you down. “You will not suck Steve’s cock, not before you did so with mine.”

“I won’t suck your pitiful dick,” you spit into Bucky’s face, grinning viciously when he growls low in his throat. “Now get off me! This is still my club.”

Bucky’s eyes drift toward your legs, especially the tattoo on your thigh, the one with his name on it. 

“This is still all mine, doll. Forget about Steve’s cock, mine is all you’ll get. No one in this town will ever touch you.”

“You fucker!” you try to kick Bucky but he takes the opportunity to settle between your thighs, smirks as you can feel his erection press against your thigh. “Get off me! You made sure no guy I hit on fucked me?”

“It’s the law,” Bucky breathes against your lips, “Y/N, Y/L/N is Bucky Barnes property. I laid claim on you years ago, my beloved wife.”

“The fuck! I’m not some fucking property, you dickhead,” you cry, fighting Bucky with all your strength. “I will kill you the moment you get off me. I will start with cutting your balls off and end it with carving your heart out of your chest!”

“Damn, you really want to suck Steve’s dick,” Bucky grins. He pecks your nose, snickering when you try to bite him. “Did ya hear, Stevie? Y/N wants to suck your cock so badly.”

“Barnes, get off me,” you mutter, tilting your hips to rub your core against Bucky’s erection. “Or get me off.”

“Interesting,” he smirks, eyes drifting toward your chest. “But I don’t fuck bitches,” you huff at Bucky’s words, wiggle harder in his hold.

Your stiff nipples strain against the thin fabric of your silky dress, force Bucky to remember how it felt when you pressed your sweaty body against his chest, nipples scraping his skin. 

“Then get off me, Barnes, and leave my club. Take your sweet puppy with you,” you growl. “I’m gonna find another dick to suck tonight.”

“You had to fuck with her again, didn’t you, Buck?” Steve sighs, tugging his cock back into his pants. “Damn, why didn’t you let her finish me? She’s so good at sucking dick.”

“That was a one-time thing, and we were all drunk,” Bucky growls. “And it was one of her fantasies. Y/N is not for you to touch.”

“Didn’t look like it when you encouraged her to give me a blowjob,” cursing under his breath, Steve stomps toward the car. “I had a raging hard dick.”

“Do you think I give a shit! She’s still my wife, Steve,” Bucky sneers. “If not for our friendship, you would lie six feet under right now.”

“Bastard!” tossing the divorce papers onto Bucky's desk, you scowl at him. “James, you told me you’ll sign the papers weeks ago. Now you sent them to me, unsigned and a picture of your dick glued to it.”

“I’m not going to sign that crap, kitten. And I know you loved the picture. I bet you got off looking at my dick,” leaning back in his chair Bucky roams your body with his eyes. “You look ready to get eaten in that black pencil skirt, baby doll. Why don’t you come over here and let me shove my hand down your panties?”

“Everything is a joke to you,” you roll your eyes, not in the mood for one of Bucky’s games. “You wanted out of this marriage, you got out. You can’t suddenly change your mind.”

“I can and did,” he shrugs, eying you shamelessly when you cross your legs. “What happened last night will never happen again, doll. If you ever try to let another man touch you, he’ll die. Everyone in town knows you are mine.”

“You can’t-“ you growl, hands balling into fists. “What do you want for letting me go? I don’t want to fight anymore. I’m tired of your games. Do you want my club? You can have it! Just sign the papers and I’m out of town for good.”

“You would give ‘Artemis’, the club you built out of nothing, up to be free of me?” you shrug. Nothing you can’t accomplish. When you are free of Bucky you will start anew.

“New town. New club,” Bucky huffs at your words. “It’s nothing special. People want to dance, drink, and fuck everywhere. The only difference is, there will be no James Buchanan Barnes fucking me over.”

“I did not fuck you over but fucked you thoroughly,” you scream in frustration, grasp the first thing on Bucky’s desk to throw it at him. “I even let you fuck Stevie.”

“That was a birthday gift, and you had your turn too,” getting up you want to attack Bucky, but you don’t get far. 

“Come here doll and get some,” he already grasps for your arm, moves faster than you can blink to push you onto the couch at his office.

“Get off me,” you fight with Bucky. Slap his face, tug harshly at his hair, fist his clothes before you end up on top of him. 

He has you on his lap, your legs on each side of his thighs moments later to shove your panties aside, fingers pushing inside your dripping core. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me, doll.”

“I’m just needy thanks to you, Barnes,” you growl, hands pawing at his jacket, tugging harshly. “Give me something, anything…”

“My dick?” he cocks a brow, groaning when you nod eagerly. “Just a minute baby doll,” husking the words Bucky rips your panties apart. “Lemme call Steve to join us.” He grins, revealing he tricked you again.

“Fucking asshole,” you slap his cheek harshly, growling his name. “There I believe you can act like an adult.”

“Just let me call him and he can watch me fuck you like a man,” Bucky grips your waistline, fingers digging in your flesh to hold you on top of him. “I want him to see how good I can make you feel.”

“I wanted to get off, not give your best buddy something to jerk off,” you growl, pushing against Bucky’s shoulders. “Jesus, we are a mess, Barnes.”

“I know, but I love you,” you sigh, forehead pressing against Bucky’s. “Can we not try again? I know that I fucked up, but give me another chance, doll.”

Your hands cup his face, and you breathe against him. Your forehead still touches Bucky’s heated one, and you just take a moment to feel him against you.

“I want Dot gone, not just out of your life but out of town. I don’t care if you send her to hell or Timbuktu. Just get rid of that grinning bitch,” you mutter. “If you get rid of her, we can talk again.”

“Uh-erm,” Bucky tilts his hips to press his erection into your core. “Can we still fuck? I didn’t touch Dot, I swear. Yes, I had a few flings here and there, but I know you were riding Steve’s dick over the last months.”

“What can I say – he has a nice dick,” you smirk, hands kneading the knots out of Bucky’s shoulders. “Maybe we can invite him once in a while?”

“What will I get in return?” Bucky husks, searching your eyes. “Doll?”

“You can do that thing with your thing,” a deep guttural growl leaves Bucky’s chest before you find yourself underneath the mobster, pinned to the couch.

“Give me five and I’ll get her out of town. And then, I want to do the thing with my thing in your ass.”

“Not today,” you grumble. “Get me off first and show me you’ll not stray again. If you can prove you are worth my time, you can conquer my ass.”

“I wanna-“ Bucky whines. “You better let me fuck that tight ass, doll. If not, I’ll not let you cum for months…”

“Promises…promises…”

“Bye, bye, Dottie,” you coo, waving at Steve. The tall blonde drags said woman out of her apartment, not caring Dot screams, fighting Steve with tooth and nails. “Have a nice trip!”

“Bitch!” Dot growls, screaming on the top of her lungs. “You can have that bastard back. He barely made me cum.”

“Did you fuck her?” growling the words you glare at Bucky. “James Buchanan Barnes! Did you fuck that woman?”

“Maybe a little?” Bucky shrugs, rubbing his hands over your arms, grinning sheepishly. “I was barely inside, ya know.”

“What the fuck! There is no ‘I was barely inside’, James. You were inside and fucked her or you weren’t,” you punch his chest harshly. “There is no halfway!”

“Fine, I fucked her ass,” your husband grumbles. “What can I say? We were on a break, and I was lonely.”

“Don’t you fucking dare to tell me you were lonely, Barnes,” pushing against his shoulders you ignore Steve tries to drag you off his friend. “Good thing I rode Steve’s dick excessively. Damn, he was so good!”

“If you don’t stop talking about Steve’s dick I’ll let him fuck you right here, in front of all my men! Maybe I’ll let them have a turn too – huh? All of them!” Bucky threatens, not liking the grin on your lips.

“Oh, please! As if I didn’t already fuck all of your men! Sam was the first I blew off in your car! He tasted like a goddamn popsicle!”

“Lying bitch!” Bucky is in your face, breathes heavily when you exclaim Thor had you on your husband’s desk, followed by his raven-haired brother. “You didn’t fuck my men!”

“I did and if I want to, I’ll do it again. Right here. Right now. All of them in all my holes,” you jab your finger into Bucky’s chest, snickering when he wraps his metal hand around your throat.

“You better think before you speak to me again,” he growls. “Get in my car and shut your mouth.”

“Aw, don’t you want one of your men to shut my mouth with his dick?” you retort, laughing when Bucky roughly shoves you toward his car to bend you over the hood.

“You want to act like a whore, I’ll show you what you’ll get,” Steve tries to stop his friend when Bucky rips your dress down your body, followed by your panties.

“Oh, do you want to fuck me, or will you ask a real man to do so?” laughing manically you spread your legs. “I’m ready for all of them, James.”

“Fucking bitch,” he unzips his pants, impatiently getting his dick out. “I’m gonna fuck you right here for all my men to see.”

“Promises again-“ you giggle, not missing Steve tries to stop his friend. “Will ya fuck me now or shall I ask one of your men?”

“Shut up,” his cock slaps against your ass, and his men turn around, not wanting to peak on you getting fucked. “If anyone takes his eyes off my wife, he’ll fuck her after me!”

“Did you just offer my pussy to all of your men? Naughty, James,” you grin, imagining getting filled by all of Bucky’s men. “Damn, yes.”

“I might add, anyone putting their hands on my wife will die, slow and painful!” you whine, disappointed you’ll only get Bucky’s dick. “Now shut the fuck up and just take my dick like a good girl.”

“Aw, you still think I’m a good girl, Bucky. That’s so sweet of you,” giggling you tap your fingers onto the hood. “Will I get your dick now or do you have performance issues in front of your men?”

“Fucking bitch,” his metal hand roughly fists your hair, presses your face into the cool surface of his car, gives you a stark contrast to his hot cock that nudges at your slit. “I hope you are wet because I don’t care if it hurts for you.”

“Bastard,” filled to the brim seconds later you struggle to breathe. Bucky is not gentle by all means, he roughly grips your shoulders, holds you down like you are nothing but a hole to fill. “Fuck me like a man, if you can.”

“Buck, can we not leave,” Steve grumbles, eyes glued to your body pressed to the car. He would never tell anyone so, but Steve loves to fuck a girl on a car. 

“Watch and maybe, you’ll get a turn too. Sloppy seconds and all,” Sam tries to not look, knowing Bucky is too engrossed in starting to fuck into you. Brock on the other hand rubs his hand over his dick, listening to all the noises you make for your husband.

“Buck, this goes too far,” you moan loudly, feeling Bucky speed up. He doesn’t care if you get off or enjoy the ride; he simply wants to lay claim on your body again. “Bucky!”

“You’ll watch me fuck my wife, Sam,” Bucky moves his hands to your hips, holds your body in a tight grip. “I dare you to look away.”

“Bucky likes to have an audience while we fuck,” you quip, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to meet Steve’s darkened eyes. “Look at you Steve, so hard while your best buddy fucks his wife.

“Can you stop flirting with Steve?” Bucky starts to drag you onto his length, groans with every harsh thrust. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to not let you cum.”

“Don’t challenge me, Barnes!” while you bicker with your husband, his men silently sneak toward their cars, leave you to your coupling. “You better make me cum!”

“Little bitch wants to dictate my life,” he ruts into you, hands pawing at your flesh. “My doll wanted to fuck Stevie, and I let her. But then I want to fuck Natasha and she freaks out.”

“As you didn’t ask me to do so! You fucked her in our bed, and she wore one of my dresses,” you growl, pushing back onto Bucky’s length. “All those bitches, you fucked them on our bed. I would’ve never fucked Steve on our bed!”

“Hypocrite!”

“Cheater!”

“Fucking cum.”

“I’m trying but you lost your mojo,” you pant, smirking at Steve. He’s the last man standing – or rather the only guy watching you and Bucky fuck. 

“Steve, make a mental note. We will put my wife in the dungeon and play with her all night long,” whimpering you look at Steve, imagining all the cruel things both men will do to you. 

“Please.”

“Cum and I’ll hurt you so good…”

“I forgot we got a freaking sex dungeon,” you roll on your back, stretching your sore body. “So, who’s going to get me food?”

“Steve?”

“I don’t feel my legs, Buck,” Steve groans. “How about you go, and I’ll just lie here, ignoring my sore dick.”

“Don’t be such a baby,” you tut. “I only tried to show you a good time. How should I know you can’t take it?”

“Stevie, if you want to keep up with my wife, you must train your dick,” Bucky snickers, looking around the room to find his pants. “Sam, why are you still on the floor?”

“I need a break,” Sam pants, glancing at Bucky who ushers toward the door to unlock it. “I never thought I will ever not want sex.”

“Aw, my sexy soft bear can’t get up from the floor, Bucky,” you sigh deeply, closing your eyes for a moment. 

“Did you hear me?” the female asks, disturbing your moment of silence. “Mrs. Barnes, did you hear me?”

Your eyes snap open and you feel the heat creep into your cheeks. Your therapist looks at you, expectantly, waiting for you to answer her question. “What did you imagine?”

“I-I,” you sigh, realizing you daydreamed once again. “To pay him back and, have some fun,” you sniff now. 

“How did you do it? Who are you when you pay him back?” she asks. “Describe the person you are in your dreams.”

“When I imagine paying my husband back, I’m sexy and wild. Not meek and boring. If only I was a little more like that woman, he would’ve never found someone better, sexier, and more interesting.”

“Mrs. Barnes, you are not boring nor unsexy. Men cheat on their women for other reasons,” she tuts. “We talked about your low self-esteem.”

“Doesn’t change the fact she’s a ten and I’m a two, maybe even a one,” you sniffle. “I guess he will file for divorce soon enough to marry that woman. I can’t do anything and feel so helpless. What can I do? Bucky doesn’t love me anymore, maybe he never did.”

There is a knock on your therapists’ door, causing her to frown. “Just a minute, Mrs. Barnes. I wonder who dares to disturb our session.”

“It’s okay,” you give her a soft smile. “I can open it for you, and you can make some more notes.”

“We need to talk,” when you open the door, Bucky stands in front of you, panting heavily, an envelope with papers in his hands. You assume he wants to deliver the divorce papers today, so you nod silently.

“Okay, come in,” defeated you open the door a bit wider to let Bucky inside. “Let’s get this over with.”

You walk toward the couch, holding back the tears while Bucky strips his coat off, tossing it onto the couch, ignoring your therapist completely.

“You need to stop talking to your therapist about me,” he begins. “Y/N, what will happen when she tells anyone about the stuff you told her.”

“I only told her about my doubts, that I feel like a grey mouse,” you sniffle. “There is nothing wrong with it. I try to feel better and get over the fact that I never was pretty or sexy to you.”

Tears run down your face, and you choke out a sob, hating yourself for it. “What the fuck, doll. I gave you time and space, but you’ll not talk about shit with a stranger. I want you to talk to me!”

“About what, Bucky? There is nothing left to say. You want that sexy woman, and I’m going to fade in grey again,” you shrug. “It is what it is.”

“Fade to what?” running one hand down his face Bucky sighs. “Y/N, doll. I was drunk and Natasha asked me if she can stay in the guest room. When I walked into our bedroom she was there, wearing little to nothing.”

“How could you resist a woman like her while having someone like me at home. I’m not-“ your voice cracks when you look down your body. 

“I-I’m sorry that I almost had sex with her. I was stupid. We had this fight, and I was weak that night, baby doll,” he crouches down next to you, gently touches your foot. “Look at me, doll. Natasha can’t compare to you.”

“’s okay, Bucky,” you shrug. “Men like you shouldn’t go for girls like me. You belong to Natasha or anyone else but me.”

“Fucking shit, Y/N! Yell at me. Scream. Throw things. Do anything but blame yourself for my infidelity. I was drunk and made out with Natasha. This was not your fault, it was mine, doll,” he runs his hand up and down your leg, tries to make you talk to him.

“I will sign the papers, no problem.” 

“Papers? What papers? I got you the photos you wanted of the puppy,” Bucky opens the envelope to place the pictures of one of the puppies you liked onto your lap. “I-you see.”

“Puppies? I don’t understand, Bucky,” sniff, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. 

“Y/N, can we not talk about what happened?”

“Mr. Barnes, I’m glad you made it to one of our sessions,” your therapist clears her throat, watches you make space on the couch for your husband. “Why don’t we talk about your problems? Maybe I can help you?”

“OHMYGOD, Bucky,” you giggle, slapping his bare chest while he tries to slip inside of you. “Hey, shouldn’t we do one of those pair therapy exercises?”

“I’m on it, beautiful,” your husband slams into you, ignores you are still sore from your last encounter. Well, you barely made it out of your therapist’s office without fucking the life out of each other. “Aw, you were such a cute shy girl, and I, the big bad mobster just came to the session to help you cope.”

“You’re an asshole,” you pant, cunt already soaked again. “But fuck me, baby. My therapist will be so fucking proud of me for taking the next step.”

“Next step, huh? You went straight to fucking me, Steve, and Sam. That’s not the next step, it’s the ultimate.”

“Yeah, and it was great,” your nails bite into Bucky’s back, leave angry red lines but you don’t care. “I’m gonna lay claim on you again Barnes.”

He growls, hips crashing into yours. “This cunt is mine. No more Sam or Steve,” you hum to yourself, lean back, and decide to just enjoy the ride. “What? Don’t just lie there, doll.”

“I’m tired but want an orgasm. Come on, Buck, work that body,” you grin, watching Bucky move on top of you. “That’s what you wanted. Right? A girl like Dot, who just lies there and takes it.”

“Damnit, doll. Move your body,” he groans when you decide to buck your hips. “More, Y/N. I wanna feel you move your body…”

“So, a second chance?” your therapist asks when you shyly sit on the couch next to Bucky. Oh, how you love to pretend you are not the devil in disguise.

Your red lips curve into a smirk and you wonder if that smart woman will ever find out the truth about you and Bucky.

“Yes, we will go for more sex and fewer puppies,” Bucky grunts, patting your thigh, squeezing it roughly with his metal hand. “Truth is doc; my girl needs a cock more than anything. Sometimes I’ll bring Steve in, to help me fuck her.”

“What?” your therapist stutters, looking at you with wide eyes. “Mr. Barnes!”

“Oh, she loves it, doc. Last time it was an orgy. I watched Steve, Sam and Thor take turns. She was covered in cum and screamed only my name,” Bucky grins like the devil, already patting his hidden gun.

“I-I,” unsure what to say or how to react to such a confession your therapist slowly gets up from your chair. “I think I’ll need fresh air.”

“Sit, doc,” his voice dangerously low now Bucky dips his head to look her straight in the eyes. “Did you think I don’t know you were selling all those nice information my wife gave you to my enemies?”

“Buck,” you sigh. “Don’t kill another therapist. I liked that one—”

“Great, now I must find a new therapist thanks to you,” watching Bucky parade around your bedroom, a smirk plastered all over his face you roll your eyes. “Seriously, Barnes. You killed three of my therapists in not eight years.”

“The first dared to say we should file for divorce. I know he only wanted to get a taste of your pussy,” your husband mutters.

“Yeah, but what about therapist number two? He didn’t do anything wrong, still, the cops knocked on my door not days after his disappearance.”

“Hey, it wasn’t me!” Bucky snickers. “Maybe Steve didn’t like your therapist blamed him for our failed marriage.” The bastard shrugs. “Or I had to show him no one touches my wife.”

“He didn’t touch shit, Barnes,” you growl, watching Bucky open the door to the bathroom to reveal his next gift to you. “What?”

“May I present to you—” he smirks when a black cat waltzes into the room, “that’s Hades, its soul is as black as yours.”

“Don’t say shit about black cats,” patting the mattress you watch Hades jump onto the bed, purring. “I love black cats.”

“I know, doll,” laughing Bucky sits on the bed to watch you pat the cat.

“This is your last second chance, Barnes. Next time I’ll just kill you...”

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On the Side

Warnings: noncon and rape, forced breeding/pregnancy, intimidation, abuse of power, breaking and entering, cheating.

This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You try to forget Andy but he won’t forget you..

Based on this drabble request:

Andy Barber + breeding/forced pregnancy + “how did you get in here?” + I want chaos, maybe the reader figures out she is pregnant or something. Abuse of authority by him or maybe a post kid scene by Andy. I would love if a post kid glimpse is included and how the reader is scared af of Andy with time. @oneoftheprettynerds​

(fuck tumbler not letting me click on the gif I wanted but whatever, it’s Andy)

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Nothing was like it used to be, especially you. Your hands shook when you were lost in thought, when you thought of him, and that happened often. How could you not every morning when you woke up and found yourself bigger than the last? As your stomach grew and made it harder to forget?

Even when the nausea dissipated, the ache in your hips took its place as the shadow of his deed. 

You laid on the couch, your head against the arm and your hand on your stomach. You dozed off quickly as the television buzzed. There was so much to do but you didn’t have the energy; dishes, mopping, sweeping, you really should take the trash out too. All those worries faded but were replaced by another in your subconscious.

The memory twisted in your mind to a nightmare. Jacob was too old for a babysitter but Laurie also didn’t trust him after his run-in with the law, the story that painted the Nelson headlines for months. You were a bit old yourself to be watching kids for under minimum wage but it was as much a favour as it was a job.

After your placement at the children’s home ended, it was just a temporary gig. And with your modest pay often came a free meal. Jacob was a twerp, he hated that you were his personal chaperone, that at his age he was being treated like a toddler. You couldn’t fault him but neither could you his mother.

And Andy, her husband, he thought it was sort of funny when he wasn’t brooding over his son or lecturing him. He wasn’t as suspicious or shifty around Jacob as his wife, but he still added weight to the load on the adolescent’s shoulders. He wanted him to stay out of trouble until at least college but that would be a whole other can of worms.

Then that night. You were stupid. You didn’t realise Jacob climbed out his window and when Andy came back to find him gone, you got the rant usually reserved for his son. Laurie tried to placate him but you could tell she was worried and just as frustrated with you. But his music had kept going and you swore you heard him in there.

Andy drove you around in silence, broken only by another verbal thrashing. Laurie was stupid to think she could hire a nanny for Jacob but you were worse for letting a teenager outsmart you. Then he stopped and you realised how far out you were. Jacob wouldn’t be around here, not in the slums. He was a brat but he hung with the suburban troublemakers.

“I’ll let Laurie know I decided to fire you,” he said as he shifted into park and killed the engine, “can’t trust you. Maybe you can handle primary schoolers but not our son.”

“Mr. Barber,” you begged in your distorted voice.

Your mind skipping forward and suddenly he was on top of you, the seat reclined beneath you as your shirt was twisted above your chest and your pants on the floor in front of your seat. Andy thrusted between your legs and sent pain through your spine. You tried to tell him to stop but your tortured subconscious muted you. His touch and your fear suffocated you.

You woke with a start and sat up with a groan. You blinked as you tried to shake away the dream. He was there. Sitting in the chair just watching you. It had been almost six months and suddenly he was there.

“How did you get in here?” you gasped and turned your legs over the couch, “how--” you touched your forehead, “I’m still sleeping. It’s a bad dream--”

“You’re clever,” he said and the timbre of his voice assured you that you really were awake, “not answering my calls, I thought you needed time. Then when I went around your mom’s, she said you suddenly packed up and moved out. How’s that when you were living off our scraps?”

“Andy, how-- get out,” you stood but not without a struggle.

His eyes fell to your stomach, “now I know why,” he rose and kept you from getting further than the end of the couch, “you just going to raise my kid in this shithole?”

“I did you a favour. I left. So she didn’t know, so no one knew,” you tried to side step him and he grabbed your upper arms, “this shithole is mine and this baby will never be yours.”

“You’re wrong,” he urged you back and nudged you off-balance, you fell back onto the couch under your own weight, “you can’t change what happened.”

“How did you find me?” you asked.

“Got friends at the PD and you called your mother last Tuesday,” he smiled as he looked down at you.

“What about Laurie? Jacob? What you did--”

“What we did,” his hand drifted down from his belt and he brushed across the bulge twitching in his pants, “it was fun, wasn’t it?”

You shook your head and tried to push yourself up. He caught your shoulders and forced you back onto the cushion. He got to his knees on the floor between yours and cradled your stomach.

“If it wasn’t, you’d have forgotten about it completely,” he said as he pushed your shirt up and rubbed your bump, “but you didn’t.”

“No,” you caught his hand, “leave me alone--”

“If I leave you alone, you’ll be out of diapers and mashed peas before the kid’s babbling,” he snarled and gripped your hand, “I’ll do my part,” his fingers traced down the crease of your thigh, “you just gotta do yours.”

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