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linos-luna · 11 months

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My Queen (Pt. 3) ❣️🔪

Yandere!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Warning: Yandere, 18+, delusions, Stockholm Syndrome, Sex

(Pt. 4)

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Another month or two passes by fairly quick. Everyday Hyunjin loved and worshiped you. It was a bit suffocating at times but you actually ended up falling for him.

Isn’t falling for your captor is the definition of Stockholm Syndrome??

The relationship was odd. You loved him but at the same time, was a little afraid. Hyunjin wasn’t violent often but sometimes he’d lose composure and lash out. He’d snap at random but would then apologize profusely right after. You were a bit worried for him as he seemed to slip deeper into this delusion. But one thing is for sure, he always knew how to please you…

~~~~~~~ 👑

You slept peacefully on your stomach, snuggling into the pillows as you breathed softly. A mid-day nap. Hyunjin says you need your beauty sleep. And you don’t mind.

As your eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the light, you turned to a side, only to see Hyunjin laying there, staring straight at you. It made you nearly jump.

“Jinnie?!” You laughed nervously. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Watching.” he replied bluntly.

“Why…?”

“Because I have to.” He said while sitting up.

Hyunjin helped you sit up as well and kissed your hand before looking at you a bit worried.

“My love?”

“Yes?”

“Why do you want to leave?” He asked with a frown. “I heard you talk in your sleep.”

“I-… I don’t want to leave you—”

“But you want to leave the castle!” He interrupted. “I upkeep it to your standards! Just for you!”

You felt like you need some outside interaction. However, Hyunjin never lets you out. Only every once in a while to the “garden” out back.

“Jinnie—”

“No! You can’t!” He yelled while squeezing your hand.

“My queen may want a nice walk….. she deserves the world… but No! you can’t leave!”

It was almost as if he was arguing with himself as you stopped replying entirely. He really did seemed distraught at the idea of you leaving… it got you thinking.

Someone is probably looking for you. And if you could just make a call or text telling people not to worry, that’d be nice. You knew your phone was here because you’ve seen it once or twice but Hyunjin never let you have it.

“Jinnie!” You said while rubbing his hands. “I’m not going to leave. I’ll never leave you… but I want to do more…”

“More?” Hyunjin perked up. “What more could you want, my love?”

“Well I want to go outside more….”

“Then we go to the garden!” He instantly stood and tried pulling you but you didn’t budge.

“No I mean out as in the front… like in public.”

“I tell you that it’s dangerous! Anyone could hurt you! Or take you away!” He said while shaking his head. “I cannot loose my queen again!”

“You won’t…”

“Then it’s final!” Hyunjin exclaimed with a smile. “End of discussion! I shall make lunch now.”

“Jinnie-?”

“I’ll let you know when it is ready.” He said before kissing your cheek and shuffling out.

You sighed while getting up, looking around the room to where your phone might be. The least you could do is tell your friends that you’re okay.

Finally you find it when looking through his drawers. Low battery but still useful.

You looked at some messages from friends. Messages from coworkers asking about your whereabouts. Before you could answer them, your phone was suddenly snatched away.

“What are you doing?!” Hyunjin yelled frantically while holding your phone back.

“Jinnie, I just wanted to tell my friends im okay—”

Suddenly the man throws your phone to the floor, definitely destroying it in the process.

“You can’t!” He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you close as you started to cry.

“No! Don’t cry, my love!” He got on his knees in front of you and had his forehead to your hand. “Forgive me!”

“Why’d you break it?!”

“Someone could find you!!”

“Hyunjin—”

Before you could finish your sentence, he got up and suddenly grabbed you by the face and started desperately making out with you.

It caught you by surprise and you tried pulling away to breathe, only for him to pull you back in.

“My queen…” he whispered briefly between kisses. “Darling… please…”

He was frantic. These kisses were desperate and you were finally able to pull away.

“My Love, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He frowned.

“I wanna go outside…” you said in a hushed tone. “Please… I’ll be so happy…”

Hyunjin was conflicted. He wants to please you and do whatever to make you happy but also wanted to keep you safe. He was sure someone would do something if you went outside. And what if you leave??

“There is a park nearby…” he sighed. “Not too many people are there…”

“Can we have a picnic?!” You perked up and he loved the little happy glow on your face.

“Yes of course! Anything for you, my queen.”

You were so happy to hear this and gave him a big hug.

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After getting some food prepared and getting dressed, Hyunjin was ready for your little picnic.

You emerged from the room in a blue sun dress along with a white cardigan. Hyunjin was head over heels when seeing you. He kissed your hand and bowed a little before putting a sun hat on you.

“We must protect your pure skin.”

He wasn’t entirely truthful about that. Yes, protecting your skin was important, but he actually wanted to be sure that no one would recognize you.

“My queen, you are the most beautiful woman to walk this earth.” He said while rubbing your hand.

“Thank you, Jinnie.” You blushed. He always knew how to make you feel special…

~~~ 👑

Walking out the front door, you felt the cool air hit your face and sighed. Fresh air and feeling of freedom.

You could run. You had the chance… but why would you do that? Hyunjin would be sad. And you? Well, you’d lose your dear lover.

The park was a short walk away. He held your hand and draped a blanket over his other.

You held the basket with food. Luckily it wasn’t too heavy.

Hyunjin was relieved to see that there was almost no one around. There seemed to be another couple there that were having their own little date but that was all.

It was an ideal day. Warm but lightly breezy. The sky was clear and sun shining.

“Darling, should we set up here?” He asked.

“Yeah this is fine.”

Hyunjin was quick to set up. He laid out the blanket and pulled food from the basket. Two sandwiches, some grapes, strawberries, and blueberries. There was also two cans of soda.

You didn’t have to do anything. Only sit there and be pretty.

Soon enough, you were enjoying lunch. Hyunjin fed you the grapes and strawberries, saying that they were fresh berries from the garden. Whenever he spoke you only giggled. As delusional as his words were, you thought it was cute.

To anyone outside looking in, it just looks like you were having a cute date with a sweet boy.

There was a path nearby so people would walk by every once in a while. Hyunjin only glared at them or make it a point to suddenly kiss you.

Being out here in public had him on edge. No one should lay their eyes on his beautiful queen.

“Darling, are you having a good time?”

“Yes.” You nodded with a big smile. “I am!”

He was glad to hear and pulled you in for another kiss. You actually chased his lips when he momentarily pulled away and made little desperate whines as you added more passion into this kiss.

“My queen…” he whispered against your lips. “Do you love me?”

“Mmhm.” You replied while lightly nodding. “More than anything.”

Hyunjin’s heart was pounding. He was so happy to hear this and he couldn’t help himself as a tear rolled down his cheek.

“Jinnie, I want more…” you whispered.

“More?”

“More…” you moaned while kissing him again and taking his hand, moving it up your thigh. Not seemingly caring who could possibly watch.

“My Queen…” he chuckled. “The guards will not appreciate such actions in public…”

“Oh?” You pouted while moving the skirt of your dress over his hand so no one could see. “I wanna go back to the castle, Jinnie…”

“Of course, my queen!” You said nodded and stood up instantly.

You couldn’t wait…

~~~~~~~ 👑

[6pm]

Soon enough you found yourself in the bedroom. Soft airy moans escaped your lips as you moved. You were riding Hyunjin’s cock while he laid down. He looking up in admiration; your beautiful form and desperate face was incredibly hot to him.

Here you are, desperately grinding against him with nothing but your bra on. He loves it.

There were no thoughts. Your mind was mush as you continued. Hyunjin had his hands on your hips but it was you doing the work. He may not be directly controlling you, but in a way he had you under some control.

“Jinnie~” you moaned softly. “Jinnie~”

“Fuck yourself as much as you want, my love.” He grunted, obviously trying to control himself as well. Something about seeing his lovely and pure queen doing something not so pure was really getting him worked up. Corruption. And only he could do it.

Soon enough, you came; your eyes rolled back and back slightly arched. It was the best orgasm you’d had in a while…You were in a daze as Hyunjin bucked his hips to get his high as well. The overwhelming feeling had you whimpering.

After pulling out, he grabbed your panties and sweatpants, putting them on you before laying down next to you.

In this moment, you were in love. It must be daze you’re in… all your worries about your situation had disappeared. What situation? Being with the man you love? The man that believes you’re royalty?

Are you… the delusional one?

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heartilywrites · 6 months

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⠀⠀ ،، 𝓖ive in to Me; Korra

request guide | masterlist

resume: where you are stubborn and Korra is tired of that.

content warning: fight descriptions, firebender!reader, one minor death description, a small fight, established romantic relationship between Korra and the reader, gn!reader, no use of y/n.

word count: 1.4k

a/n: HI im here to contribute to the cause: not enough Korra fics out there. I got this os idea out of the air, if anyone has any request to make more fics of Korra, or any other character of this universe ehem, let me know ;D I just came back from a writer's block!

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “ 𝓘'm sorry, is this OUR stab wound.ᐣ ”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ With one hand trying to put pressure in a red spot to stop the blood while the other was throwing fire attacks in a desperate manner, you were helping the Krew to fight a group of bandits trying to terrorize a village. One of them was a metalbender who got you off guard and made a deep cut on your left side.

Sweat was dripping down your face, it was notorious how your breathing became irregular by the way your chest was moving and your arm use to bend was starting to ache.

You were tired already and your opponent seemed to notice that, at one point you needed to buy some time to breathe so you decided to make a maximum effort and put your last reservation of energy in taking him out.

You made him back a couple of steps when throwing kicks and fire and at the second you realized he got disoriented, a lightning was shot at him by you. The only sound after the rumble of said element was his body impacting with the floor and your heavy breathing while both hands took place on your knees, trying to calm yourself down.

The voice of the avatar made an echo behind you, she was yelling your name looking for you once everyone was defeated.

You were quick to take a piece of fabric and tie your abdominal area to stop the bleeding; it wasn't that bad of a injury, you thought to yourself, it will heal quickly.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “There you are!” The southerner exclaimed when she got eyes on your figure, you were fixing up your hair. “I heard the lightning, are you okay?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Course,” you move a little bit to show the body of your opponent, Korra raised her eyebrows. “He's going to be fine. . . I think, don't worry 'bout him!” your hand was fast to reach hers and make her walk beside you. “Are we leaving?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, everyone is on the ship already, you got the farthest.” she said, her brows frown a little bit at the sensation of liquid in the hand she was holding yours. The avatar took away that hand and look at it. “You're bleeding!?” she asked horrified and looked up at you.

You were serene at the situation, you dismissed the seriousness of the injury moving your hand. “It's nothing, Korra, it was a superficial cut, I'll be fine.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Are you sure? Let me see—” she tried to reach you to look for said cut and you moved away way too quick that made you groan with pain.

The adrenaline was washing away leaving you with a sore body and a stinging pain on the side. Your girlfriend frowned again. “I'm okay! Stop worrying about me! I know how to take care of myself, thank you very much.” you tried to defend yourself, left hand was stretched out to stop her from coming nearer.

The brunette was silent for a bit, she knew how hot-headed you could be when about your problems it was. “But you're not alone anymore! You have me and if you are hurt I want to know so I can help you.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I don’t need your help, I can handle this!” you exclaimed making your way in the airship, interrupting a 'want some fruit pies?' coming from Bolin who only stood there afterwards watching you walk away to rest and turning back at Korra.

The whole team was on silence after the scene, three of them looking confused while Korra looked annoyed.

The rest of the trip back to Air Temple Island you were sleeping without interruptions, that was more than you ever did, your girlfriend took that as a sign of tiredness after the fight and you using the lightning to defend yourself.

Even if you were a pretty skilled lightning bender, it wasn't a bending you used on your daily basis so she didn't know if the use of that defense mechanism was tiring for you or not. In fact, she didn't know much about how you reacted to injuries or problems since you were so reserved with anyone about your weak spots, living in a conservative family where you were taught that any emotion besides courage was a weak and useless emotion that people could use against you.

And Korra knew about that when she met you in a tournament of pro–bending, there's where she fell in love with you.

The avatar tried so hard to break your shell so you could opened up to her and trust in her with everything you did or felt, no success at all it seemed.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Honey, we're here.” you heard the voice of your girlfriend, your body moved a bit with a groan of pain and your eyes opened lazy, feeling your eyelids still heavy. “Let's go, you can sleep better in your room.”

A bit slow, you were able to stand up from your sleeping spot. Your eyes were trying to focus on the brunette, blinking a lot when you saw blurry. “Where. . .?” you were able to say hoarsely.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Air temple island, you slept the whole night.” she said giggling a little bit, acting as if the fight before you slept didn't happen. She felt the nuisance in her, but thought maybe it was better to talk it once you were fully well rested.

You nodded and stood up. Black spots started to appear in your visual field and a sensation of dizziness invaded your body; when trying to take a step you stumbled and if Korra wasn't fast enough you could've hit the floor. “I'm okay. . . I. . .”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, no, you are definitely not okay.” she said with a mix of worry and anger in her voice. With so easiness (you really didn't had the strenght to fight her off) she found your cut and her eyes shot open when she saw how deep it was and how soaked your whole side was, your clothes being a tone darker than the fabric usually was. “What the fuck!? You're bleeding out! This is a big cut!”

Your words tangled in your tongue, not making a coherent sentence while trying to stay awake. The southerner was quick to take you in her arms bridal style and almost run inside the temple, asking for help.

Korra was in charge of healing you, once she got access to water her hands moved automatically over your injury. The first contact got a scream out of you and then, you relaxed.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You'll be fine, it's okay, darling, you'll be fine.” she said to you, now that there was better light she could see how pale you got overnight. Her teeth got her own inferior lip, nervous about the whole thing. “I'm sorry, I should've insisted last night, you wouldn't have lost so much blood.”

A shush came from your mouth, smiling weak afterwards. “It's not your fault. . . I'm the one who's sorry, I shouldn't be so proud. . .” you frown raised a bit. “I know I should communicate more to you if I want this to work out.” the way you spoke hoarsely made Korra shake a bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We'll work on that,” was her response. Once she made sure you were all good, she moved now to help you get all bandaged up to let the cut heal completely. “Together, as we have been doing all this time.” she murmured.

When she was done, she sat at the bed where you were lying and smiled fondly your way. Korra loved you. She loved you so dearly and it was reciprocate, the love both of you felt for the other was so strong to the point of wanting to change for the better, to be the better version of each other that could exist.

The avatar leaned on you to leave a sweet kiss on your lips, caressing your cheek with devotion, you tried not to smile with excitement at the thought of her love being yours and yours only.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You know what this also means?” she said interrupting your thoughts after pulling away a little bit to speak to you on whispers, you made a sound of question. “You will have me all on you to take care of you and give you the best pampering sessions.”

You laugh with happiness at the thought of that, another groan left your lips followed by 'stop, you're hurting yourself!' that made you laugh with Korra again. She was careful to lie next to you and take you in arms to take a nap together. Neither of you were slow to get yourselves lost in dreams a minute later.

#the legend of korra #legend of korra #avatar korra #korra x reader #korra x you #avatar the last airbender #fanfic #oneshot

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gutterfuuck · 2 months

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NERD MARK NERD MARK NERD MARK NERD MARK I JUST NEED TO GO DOWN ON HIM AND HEAR HIM CRY EVEN BETTER IF WE'RE IN A LIBRARY AND HE HAS TO BE QUIET AAHDVSVBABDDN😫

-❄️ anon (if they're isn't already one of so just magic one 4me💗 IM 21🚨⚠️🗣️)

hello! i make my triumphant return to tumblr haha! i have been absent for a while but i am back, and this ask caught my attention!! i hope that you all enjoy!! and yes, you will be named blizzy anon!! i hope that is okay!

cw: VERY SHORT I AM SORRY!! is poor excuse for a return but we are so back, public sex(?), oral, subby mark, fem!reader, college setting!, mark has glasses & braces because he just does, lmk if i missed anything! i haven’t written in a while so i am sorry for spelling mistakes and poor writing and such! this feels kind of rushed but i am certain to rewrite it as soon as i am not in a rush haha!

“oh- o-oh, fuck,”

mark groaned as he bought his hand to his mouth, trying to stop the onslaught of moans that escaped his lips as you squeeze his knees with your hands from your position on the floor. he tried to keep quiet, it was a library after all.

you looked up at him, head bobbing up and down on his sensitive cock as you swirled your tongue around the base, making mark jolt as he held onto the arms of the chair, tightly clutching onto them as if they’d save him from the way you were sucking the soul right out of his cock.

you pulled off of it with a wet pop before you planted a kiss on his tip, mark’s face flushing as he adjusted his glasses, breathing heavily. his dick twitched, craving more of your attention as you gave it a light tap, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough for him to register it as a slap.

mark flinched and groaned, his hips involuntarily bucking upwards as you tapped his leaky cock, your hand coming up to rub your palm along the slit, spreading your saliva and his spit all over him,

“n-noo-ngh..”

he whined as you continued to rub your palm over his leaking cockhead, watching as he twitched and writhed around in the chair above you. the library was quiet enough, all it would take is someone to walk around the corner, walk over to the studying area to see mark disheveled in the library’s chair, glasses fogged up, lip pulled between his braced teeth, trying to keep himself quiet…

you almost wished you would get caught, “y-y/n-! ‘s too much..!” he tried to whisper yell, throwing his head back as your tongue traced a prominent vein on his length, his composure slipping as he struggled to stay silent

you lifted your head up again, applying kitten licks to his sensitive dick tip as you massaged his thighs with your hands,

“too much, huh? so you don’t wanna cum?” you asked mark, to which his body stiffened up for a second and you swore you could almost hear his thought process as he immediately shakes his head, trying to backtrack as he let out a soft whine,

“i… i wanna c-cum,” he spoke quietly, one wrong move and he’d alert someone. one wrong move and he’d be exposed to anyone who walked this way.

you wanted to tease him, wanted to make him cry and beg but mark already looked like he was at his limit, his thighs trembling as you squeezed them in your hands,

“g-g’nna— ah, o-oh..- fuuuck, fuck fuck,”

mark couldn’t hold it anymore, cussing as if it were a mantra, the way your plush lips met his base with a rough smack, smack, smack-ing sound, the way he bit down on his knuckles to keep himself from falling apart in the library…

you took the chance, deepthroating him, his cock hitting the back of your neck as you tried not to choke around the girth, making the most sinful sounds as he neared his orgasm, thighs trembling almost violently, his moans and whines rising in volume.

“y-y/n-!”

he damn near squealed, your throat wrapping around his dick snuggly. you could feel it, the throbbing in your throat as mark huffed out breathily,

“i-i’m cum-ngh.!”

he blurted out, flinching as you sucked hard around him, cheeks hollowing out before his fingers tangle into your hair, pulling you right up against him so his pubes tickled your nose, right up against the base

you trembled for a minute as he held your face down, struggling for a while, sitting there and taking it in the library like a cocksleeve as his hips stuttered and his grip slowed, head hanging back… and that was it, mark’s body shook with pleasure, eyes going black as he felt like the most depraved person on earth, having his cock sucked deliciously by you, you were basically forcing orgasms out of him at this point

“y/n, cumming..! f-fuck— shit-“

mark cried out as he let out a shaky breath, followed by a silent moan, his grip tightening in your hair as he held you there for a second, your eyes rolling back before you tapped at his thigh to let you breathe… he let you go, his chest rising up and down as he huffed in short pants. you sat up, his cum still in your mouth as you reached down to grab at his chin, forcing him up to look at you, your thumb parting his lips

he obediently opened his mouth, letting you stand above him, holding his face in your hands as you let the messy combination of cum and saliva drip from your tongue and into his mouth

he swallowed right away, almost eagerly before he wiped the pleasured tears that pricked at the corner of his eyes.

this was supposed to have been a study date…

#mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #mark grayson smut #invincible smut #bff!mark grayson #💬 sparkie is typing…#❄️blizzy is typing…

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beautysamour · 1 year

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hi eir! I’d like to make a request for an Aaron warner x reader where the reader is sick and Aaron has to take care of her 🧎‍♀️

TNANK YOU <3333

Yes.

Swooning season

Pairing: Aaron Warner x reader

summary: It’s flu season and unfortunately; you’ve caught it. Luckily you have such a loving boyfriend to take care of you.

warning/s: none

a/n: aaron warner makes me weak in the knees.

enjoy !!

“Lay down,” your boyfriend ordered you while putting a hand on your shoulder, already beginning to push you back down on your bed with his eyebrows furrowed. He hated seeing you in any kind of pain.

You allowed him to push you down, a small smile on your face as you watched him pamper you.

“I love you,” you said with eyes that would be described as dreamy, could anyone blame you though? Aaron Warner pampering his sick significant other is definitely something to swoon over.

He brought a hand up to your forehead and brushed some of the hair that had begun to stick to it, as his expression softened at your words he brought his lips up to your temple, “I love you too,” he whispered back.

You’ve heard him say that very same phrase to you over a hundred times, yet it manages to make you weak in the knees every time, it’s a good thing you weren’t standing.

After a few seconds on Aaron keeping his lips on your temple, he pulled away to look at your face, your eyes to be specific, but that romantic desire immediately fleeted when he saw your beaming red face.

“What happened- here,” he quickly began to open a water bottle and pushed it towards your face, “are you ok?”

You tilt your head on your pillow now confused, “My love,” you begin to say but struggle to continue as you start to giggle; realizing that he took your red face, caused by blushing, as a sigh of you being in pain, “I’m ok- I was blushing. Im surprised you couldn’t feel my love for you in the moment.” You tease at the rare boost of energy you suddenly received.

Aaron sighed as he lowered his hand with the water bottle in it, “Of course I could feel it, I just didn’t realize a change in reaction since I’ve been feeling the same thing from you all day.”

He brought the water bottle up again; pushing your hand away as you reached to grab it, “I got it, you’re too weak right now.”

And just like that, your lovesick expression turned into a heartbroken betrayed one.

Aaron frowned as you pouted, feeling the change in your emotion for the first time today.

Feeling hurt that he called you weak, you pulled up the blanket that was previously resting on your legs and turned to lay on your side, facing away from your boyfriend. You weren’t weak, you were just sick.

Normally if you were feeling better you wouldn’t have reacted this way because he obviously didn’t mean it like that, but you weren’t feeling better. So you blame it on the sickness.

Aaron internally cursed at himself, even though he was right. Half of him was saying that he shouldn’t feel bad for stating the obvious, but the other part, the other part that couldn’t ignore the fact that his words managed to throw you off your lovesick demeanor was upset.

He set the water bottle he was holding on your nightstand and tried to pull the blanket up so he could apologize by cuddling you under it. Being the stubborn person you are, you mustered all the strength you could and gripped onto you blanket making sure that it wouldn’t budge.

Aaron softly sighed at this, he hated seeing you upset. Even though he was upset that you were upset, he couldn’t help but smile as he found the view in front of him adorable. You, pouting, with your eyes closed and your entire body covered except for your head and your arms that were now above the blanket, keeping it pinned down. It was enough to make him feel weak in the knees.

A few minutes passed, probably, as silence filled the room. You were beginning to wonder if your boyfriend left but you didn’t remember hearing any noises coming from the door, at the same time though you were getting tired so your memory was a little hazy.

With your curiosity getting the better of you, you turned in your bed and felt your entire body freeze due to surprise. Aaron Warner, your ever so loving boyfriend, had his head on your bed, his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed as he rested his body on his knees.

You felt your heartbeat start to increase at the sight. Aaron Warner was always beautiful but him asleep was a different kind of angelic view.

As you began to internally swoon over your boyfriend again, you took notice of his furrowed brows and guilt immediately took over. You hated seeing him in any kind of pain, both physical and emotional, and you hated whenever he didn’t look relaxed in his sleep because he deserves to relax.

“Aaron,” you whisper as you run a hand through his hair. He opens his eyes quickly and sits up even quicker, now on full alert.

“What’s wrong- are you hurt? Do you need water?” He reached for the water bottle rested on your night stand, but you stopped him by reaching for his arm.

“I’m ok,” you croaked out, he raised an eyebrow as you cleared your throat, “just tired.”

He relaxes at hearing that nothing was wrong, that you weren’t in pain, “Then close your eyes, go to sleep.”

You shake your head, “Can’t.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

You widened your eyes at his question, he thinks you want him to leave? “What? No- no, I want you to stay,” you push yourself up on your elbow and reach for his hand, “I want you to sleep next to me.”

This time Aaron widened his eyes, he was surprised that you weren’t completely upset with him still, “Ok,” he whispered before pushing himself up on his feet and pulling the blanket up; wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in closer to him, ignoring the way you tried to push against his chest.

“I don’t want you to get sick-“ he interrupted you with a hush, “I’ll be fine,” he reassures as he pulls you impossibly closer, resting his head atop yours.

After a few moments of shuffling under the blanket, you two finally settle into a more comfortable position; with Aaron spooning you from behind.

You think a few minutes passed again with just silence filling the atmosphere, and you still can’t sleep, feeling as if something was left unfinished.

“Aaron?”

He hums in response. You don’t turn your body towards him, you just continue talking, “I’m sorry for getting mad at you.”

Aaron mumbles something you can’t quite make out, obviously on the edge of his consciousness, “I shouldn’t have called you weak, so it’s all right,” he says quietly.

You force a chuckle out, “You were right anyways.”

“Yeah, I was.”

You snicker at his response. “Aaron?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#aaron warner x reader #aaron warner #shatter me #shatter me x reader #aaron x reader #aaron warner imagine #aaron warner anderson #aaron warner drabble #aaron warner fanfic #aaron warner x you #aaron warner fluff #aaron warner x y/n #shatter me fanfic #warner x reader

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katsu28 · 2 months

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hi my lovely kait!

i saw your requests were open and i actually was thinking about if ive ever requested smth from you before (i think maybe once but im not sure)

i was wondering if i could get ‘Kissing away their tears’ with charles but i wouldn’t mind if you wanted to do it with anyone else as well! i’ve been craving some hurt/comfort.

love you and have an amazing day <33

hali!!! love u love u thank u for being so sweet <3 here's some hurt and (hopefully) some comfort for u!

charles leclerc x reader, 1.4k. request something from here!

You can tell that Charles is dejected the moment he climbs out of the car. He doesn’t have that spring in his step he usually gets after an exhilarating race, and his feet drag on the asphalt as he trudges over to the weighing station with the rest of the grid, barring the podium goers.

Carlos finished high up in the points, which is a win for Ferrari and you know Charles is happy for him, but you can’t imagine what it must feel like to constantly miss out on points and positions while his teammate consistently comes out in the top five every time.

Formula One is a different breed of competition—your teammate might be your friend, but they’re also one of your biggest rivals. You fight to keep your seat, race after race, season after season, and this downhill spiral Charles has been in ever since his home win has been disheartening to say the least.

You don’t know much about the strategy of it all, but you know Ferrari’s hasn’t been working out for him. He’s had a rough go of it lately, and your heart hurts for him.

Charles looks up to where he knows you are, lifting his hand in a haphazard wave at you before being ushered away to the media pen. You’ll wait for him where you always meet him after races.

Somehow, he looks even more defeated than before as he trudges into his driver room after post race interviews conclude. He throws his paddock pass off to the side. You’re sitting up on the countertop, legs swinging mindlessly, only stilling when Charles shuts the door behind him.

“Hey,” You say softly, gently.

“Hi. Thank you for coming.” He tries his attempt at a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. You hold out your arms, and immediately, Charles steps forward, folding himself into your embrace. You know Charles well enough to know that he won't believe you if you compliment him right now, so you don’t. You sit with him in the heavy silence instead, waiting for him to make the first move. “I’m sorry I could not do better.”

“You did the best you could with what you were given, Charles,” You say assuringly, rubbing a hand over his shoulders. He sighs long and hard, like you’re just telling him what he wants to hear. “I’m proud of you.”

“Can we just go back to the hotel now?” He asks quietly, muffled because of how his face is buried into your neck. “I’m done for today. Anything else can wait until tomorrow.”

“Of course,” You hum, carding a gentle hand through his hair one more time before releasing him. Before he can get too far, you kiss him, short and sweet. He smiles then too, a little bigger than before, but still quite sad.

Charles puts on a pleasant facade as you make your way through the paddock back to the car park, taking pictures with waiting fans, signing things for them if he can reach them like most drivers do whilst leaving the track. Most of them are sweet to him. They tell him to keep his head up and believe, that a few bad races don’t discredit how talented of a driver he is.

There’s a few hecklers as usual, upset fans who’d made bets on Charles’ performance and lost that money, people who say he could be doing so much better—as if them telling him that would magically make everything alright again. You give your own deadpan stare to that lot from where you hover a good distance away from him, not caring that they can definitely see you.

Charles may be media trained, but you’re not. You have no problems with shutting up a few twats with your expertly crafted death glare. Fred Vasseur might call you in for a meeting with the PR team if he sees the photos on social media, but you don’t care.

The car ride back to the hotel is understandably silent, but Charles still holds your hand tightly, rubbing absentminded circles along your skin because it soothes him, every so often lifting it to press a kiss to your knuckles. You don’t push him to talk, and you don’t think you need to. You know him well enough to know he’ll let you in when he’s ready.

Dinner is room service and holds a little more conversation, though you can tell Charles is still off in his own world, thinking about everything that’s gone wrong these past few races, wondering if he could’ve done anything to get a better outcome.

You come out of the bathroom after brushing your teeth, well and ready to go to sleep and forget this day, but instead you find your boyfriend sitting at the end of the bed, hunched over with his head in his hands. At the sound of the door opening, he looks up, and you can tell he’s been trying hard not to cry.

Glassy eyes stare back at you, the beautiful green eyes that you adore filled with so much pain and sadness it makes you want to cry too. His teeth dig hard into his bottom lip, but it still wobbles just the slightest.

It isn’t until you’re across the room, sliding on your knees to hug him against you that the final string holding Charles up snaps, and he leans into you heavily, pressing his face against your shoulder with a shuddering breath. He cries and cries, and you let him, holding him as tight as you can just so he knows you’ve got him.

You’ve always got him.

His body shakes with silent sobs, hot tears soaking into your shirt, and all you can do is murmur quiet reassurances into his ear, even if the feeling of wet cotton against your skin makes you want to peel yourself out of it. Charles needs this, needs to let it all out so he can focus on what lies ahead without being dragged down by the past.

Eventually, his sobs come to a hiccupping stop. He lifts his head, red rimmed eyes meeting your own tearful ones. His nose is even running a little bit, and if it were anyone else you’d push them away, but it’s Charles. “I’m sorry. I don’t—I don’t know why…” He trails off without finishing his sentence, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Oh, my love,” You sigh, stroking both thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. You press your lips against his, hoping it can convey just how much you love him without you having to even utter the words, wiping away his tears gently before drawing back to look at him. As much as you hate it when Charles cries, he’s pretty like this. Tears cling to long, dark lashes, mussed hair a soft tornado of brown from how your fingers had been running through it. “You have nothing to be sorry for. And you never have to explain anything to me, yes? I’m here for you, always, no matter what.”

“Thank you,” He murmurs, leaning back in with his forehead against yours. “Thank you, mon amour. Your support, your love, it means everything to me. You are why I can keep doing this. ”

You shake your head. “No I’m not.” Charles cocks his head, and you poke his chest, right over his heart. “That is why you can keep doing this.”

One more poke, this one softer and on his forehead. “And this. Your mind and your heart, your determination, your strength, that is why you keep going. You are the most hard working, talented, brilliant driver I’ve ever seen. You can bounce back from whatever this is, and you will. But not because of me, because that’s the kind of person you are.”

Charles pats the spot next to him and you oblige, looping your arm through his once you’re there, leaning against his shoulder now. He lays a lingering kiss to the top of your head, a silent gesture of appreciation towards you. He appreciates you more than he can put into words sometimes, a fact that hasn’t and will never change.

Even though he’s still frustrated and sad and upset, this silence seems considerably lighter as you sit with him. You hope for brighter days ahead, and you’ll always try your best to be his strongest support system, no matter what the future holds.

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everythingbutdragons · 10 months

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What if Donnie hurt you-

You were furious. And heart broken.

Pacing in your room as tears streamed down your cheeks you growled, a sound people had teased you about when you were younger- but you prefered making the noise in place of hurting yourself.

Shaking your hands out you finally paused in front of your bed before curling up and laying down on it. You were a mass of pillows and blankets by the time you were done, small sniffles the only sound in the room. The reason you were so upset was because of Donnie. He had pushed you away- saying that he didnt want you around anymore. You were too much of a distraction. He had yelled in your face. It was right after Raph had passed away.

"Donnie?" You knocked on the thick doors to his lab, peeking your head around the corner to see him hunched over his desk. He seemed to be muttering to himself before coming to a conclusion he clearly didnt like. Slamming his fist down on his desk he stood up abruptly before throwing the various blueprints and small trinkets from his desk to slam into the wall. You jumped from the sound.

Threatening clicking emitted from him as he seethed, still looming over his desk. You shuffled closer, coming closer till you stood about 5 feet away from him. "Donnie...?"

"Get out," he hissed, still not looking at you.

"Donnie come on. I want to help you- lets just take a break-" you reached for his arm only to have him slap it away from him before he was in your face. His piercing amber eyes stabbed into yours, pinning you to where you stood.

"I said. Get. Out. You and your breaks are always there, an obstical in front of whatever im trying to finish. You are a distraction. I cant have any distractions. This resistance is too valuable," he jabbed a finger into your chest, baring his teeth. "I shouldnt have taken that break with you before the mission. I could have triple checked everything. Maybe-maybe i could have prepared better! Maybe he would still be alive!" At this point you were in tears, cowering as he shouted in your face.

"I said get out! I dont need you!"

You heard the creak of the door to your room followed by heavy footsteps. You tensed but didnt move from your hiding spot. All anger was now replaced by fear. Had he come to yell at you again? Was he going to hit you again?

You whimpered when you saw his legs stop infront of your bed, hiding futher under the covers. All of a sudden you felt youself being picked up, an arm scooping you and holding you into his chest. Donnie pressed his snout into your hair, cooing at you as he sat on your bed. Immediately breaking down into tears once more you buried your face in his chest.

"I'm sorry... I know, I'm so sorry, love... you didnt deserve that," he whispered, pressing kisses to your temple. "Shh.. I'm here baby..."

You sniffled, looking up at him with tear filled eyes. "B-but you s-said you didnt need me anymore... y-you hit me.."

You felt Donnie freeze, his breath stopping for a moment. It was then you registered that he was crying to. And despite what he'd done and how anyone else would be very mad, you knew he'd already get his ass handed to him by his brothers, and you couldnt be mad. He probably was already hating himself in his head right now.

"Hey," you cupped his cheeks and tried to turn his head so he'd look at you. When he still didnt meet your eyes you continued anyway.

"Hey, i forgive you. You were grieving Donnie- heck, you still are- it can make people do bad things. That doesnt make you bad. And i still love you." You kissed his forehead and after you pulled away he was finally looking at you. "It's not okay yet. You will have to make it up to me with many cuddles and BREAKS so your mental health doesnt get worse on me. But i do forgive you."

Donnie and you sniffled at the same time, earning you his wonderful laugh. He squeezed you tighter in his arms. "I'm so lucky to have you love..."

"Yes, yes you are. We need to work on your emotional skills, mister."

"We can save that for a later date," he grinned at you, laying down and spooning you as he huffed into your hair. "Right now im in the mood for a break."

I was in an angsty mood okay-

Orginally I wanted an excuse to punch Donnie but then I just wanted to be held.

#rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt donnie #f!donnie #rottmnt future donnie #rise future donnie #future donatello #donatello hamato #rottmnt

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turbulentscrawl · 10 months

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Most-to-Least Protective: Survivor Guys

I had less time to write before work today, but some good inspo so I whipped up this example for the ranking requests I take! For this one I just used the ten who came to mind and who im probably most familiar with

This is meant in general terms, not just for in Matches. The primary situations I considered for this are heated arguments, physical altercations, and near-death experiences. The ranking considers their responses to these situations, as well as how strong their protective feelings are.

MOST 🔻

Naib would do just about anything in defense of a loved one. Argue, fight, kill, anything. It’s not like he hasn’t done it all before anyway. Naib refuses to lose anyone else, it’s not even an option to him. If someone tried to make it happen anyway? He’s enraged beyond giving his usual mercy of a quick death. He’s gonna make it hurt.

Andrew is not super likely to argue on your behalf, unless you count cussing someone out as “arguing.” In which case it’s like 50/50. He’s more willing to step in physically. He doesn’t want to be a glorified meat-shield, but if your life were in danger he would 100% crack someone over the head with his shovel. He won’t intentionally kill someone for you but it may happen, depending on how that shovel lands. He won’t feel bad about it either way. He’s already an angry guy, and it’s even more intense when you’re in danger.

Kevin would initiate an argument on your behalf. Also very willing to throw hands on your behalf and doesn’t care if he gets hurt. He really doesn’t want to kill anyone, but if there’s no other choice he will. Your safety as his loved one comes before anyone else’s, even his own. Surprisingly, he becomes more level-headed and calculating as the danger to you increases. In other words, he’s at his most emotional in a verbal argument.

Norton mostly trusts you to handle your own issues, but if you’re obviously uncomfortable or intimidated he’ll place himself between you and the threat. Might get into a fight for you if it were serious, but his preferred way to handle things would be dealing petty revenge behind the scenes. (or, during a personality flip, violent revenge.) He would kill someone for you if there was no other way. His feelings are more intense than his actions normally suggest, but he’s concerned about going too far like he did in the mining accident.

William is a large, strong guy, who’s very rough in his sports but not so much outside them. He’ll gladly speak up for you if someone’s being a jerk, but he may or may not make the best arguments. He’s happy to be your shield and willing to throw a punch or two if someone else strikes first but, again, he’d rather wrap things up before getting to that point. If he had to, he’d probably kill to protect you, but it would haunt him for the rest of his life. He’s very hot-headed in regards to your safety.

If Victor is one thing, it’s brave. He’s not likely to speak on your behalf, or try to hurt someone for you, but he’s more than willing to place himself in harm’s way if it means he has even a chance of getting you out of it. He always lingers close by if there’s tension in the air so he can pull you behind him at a moment’s notice.

Luca is very likely to step into an argument on your behalf—though in his case it’s more him trying to end the argument rather than engage it. He’s willing to step into danger to guide you out of it, but not to attempt violence. Not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows he’s too weak to be helpful in that way. He’s quite calm up until your life is in immediate danger, at which point he would beg his more-capable friends to save you.

Aesop is not protective in the moment at all. He won’t step in to argue or fight for you, and isn’t very likely to step into life-threatening danger, either. His self-appointed role is healing and comforting you after the fact. And, secretly, plotting revenge. No one ever suspects Aesop as being the type to hold a grudge. But I stand by what I said in his general HCs: if we go by canon, he’s easily one of the most dangerous people in the manor.

Edgar is pretty unhelpful. Listen, listen…you’re supposed to be the tough cookie in this relationship. Edgar has venom for days; he’ll run his mouth off if you want him to, sure, but he’s not throwing himself into danger just because you can’t handle it. If you almost die…well, you’re one of the few things he cares about anymore, so the line must be drawn. If they’re within reach, the culprit ought to watch their backs for a while. And maybe not eat or drink anything they didn’t prepare themselves.

Joker is a lot like Aesop, but there’s like a 90% chance of it being without the revenge bit. He does, in fact, hold grudges, but he’s still not likely to attempt anything against someone. If they did something really horrible to you he’ll look into whatever form of public justice can be dealt to them, even if that just means trying to rally the other members of the manor into shunning them. Unlike Aesop, he’s somewhat likely to try to stop a verbal altercation, but he’s not very assertive and ends up not being much help.

LEAST 🔺

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iheartjameshetfield · 1 year

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dude idk if you got my first req bc the PAGE RELOADED BUT IM SENDING IT AGAIN JUST IN CASE.

giving virgin!james head for the first time!!! the noises he would make omg omg omg. and when you let him fuck your face?? he would be so fucking drunk on the feel of your mouth. squirming n moaning and oh oh oh maybe you are laying down and he straddles your face to have you suck him that way?!/?: i need him. bad.

i almost started crying when i saw this request bc hello virgin subby james is the love of my life <33

you wanted to suck him off so bad, which obviously made him very excited. but when you agreed for him to straddle your face when you suck him off??? fuck he could’ve busted his load right then and there.

this mf eagerly takes a seat on your face, carefully placing his knees at the side of your head. he would be a little awkward, not knowing what to do and scared of suffocating you from this position. this was his first blowjob, so you wanted to be mind blowing for him (literally mind blowing)

you start stroking his semi-hard dick, sticking your tongue out to repeatedly lick the tip, already causing him to shudder as you enjoy the feeling of him hardening even more under your touch. you take just the head in your mouth and you start bopping your head, your hand swirling around the base. when your mouth inches further down on him, james’ eyes widen, his dream finally coming true. you use your spit and precum as a lubricant to make it even more enjoyable for him, obsessing over how vocal he’s being

you take his whole dick in your mouth, your head lifting off the pillow as you try your best not to gag when you stay still, your nose touching the trail of hair on his stomach. james’ moans get louder at this action, so you decide to repeat it a couple more times, causing him to whine as he throws his head back.

you start to swirl your tongue around his head again before pulling away, placing kisses on his pretty dick while you stroke his base, giving it a squeeze here and there. you place your last kiss directly on his tip, smearing the precum with your lips and tongue before delving into him again.

his panting gets heavier and heavier and when he looks down, seeing your plush lips wrapped around his pretty cock, it sends him into a frenzy, whining and moaning while he tries to resist the urge to fuck your face.

“oh fuck you look so pretty.” his eyebrows fuse together longingly as he brings one hand down to stroke your cheek before bringing it to your head, gripping your hair. as much as he tried, he couldn’t. he couldn’t stop himself from sending a strong thrust into your mouth, causing you to gag. he stop immediately when you gag, afraid of hurting you but you pat his thigh as a sign of encouragement, wanting this to be the best first blowjob anyone can ever get.

“your mouth feels so good, holy shit.” he brings up his elbow to rest it against the headboard of the bed as he looks down to see you giving him the sweetest puppy eyes ever. when he gets comfortable thrusting himself into your mouth, he speeds his actions up, using you only for his pleasure. after all, you told him he can.

he starts to mercilessly piston his hips into your face, finding the wet sounds coming from your mouth and the repeated gagging unbelievably arousing, driving him feral.

“i’m sorry,” he would heave over you whenever he makes you gag. “shit, i’m so sorry. you just feel so fucking good, oh god. i’m sorry.” he repeats his apologies like a prayer.

he uses the hand gripping your hair as leverage to shove you down on him, meeting his hips half way as he thrusts into you. when you feel him twitch inside your mouth, you want to help him increase his feeling of pleasure, so you start to hum and moan around him, the vibrations making him gasp.

“fuck. fuck i’m gonna cum. gonna cum so hard shit.” he warns you, trying to pull your head away just in case you didn’t want to swallow. but you did, oh god, you needed him to. even if you didn’t want to at first, seeing him so happy, having the time of his life with your mouth, you would change your mind if it makes him even happier.

“i’m cumming! oh, oh god. holy…oh, fuck!” he screams, being more vocal than ever as he shoves his dick down your throat, staying still as he finishes in your mouth. you feel his balls against your chin, his tip restricting around your throat as his hot liquid runs down it. you try your best to help get every last drop, using your tongue to suck him dry. he stays this way until he finishes completely, which took a while considering how much he came.

you were starting to run out of oxygen, choking and gagging as you tap his thigh as a sign for him to pull away. he mutters an apology, getting up from you completely before resting his body on top of you.

he holds himself up with one arm to look at you, obsessing over your pink lips as much as you were obsessing over his flushed face and hazy eyes. he notices a little bit of cum and spit dribbling down from the corner of your chin, so he sticks his tongue out, licking it off until he reaches your mouth, giving you the most passionate kiss.

“thank you.” he mumbles against your hot skin when he pulls away, panting from the lack of oxygen from your previous actions. “thank you so fuckin’ much.”

he would be so fucking loud and vocal i cannot stress this enough. i wish i was the first person to give him a blowjob, it would’ve been the most beautiful thing anyone has ever seen. i mean, just look at him??

#on the floor #he’s so pretty #gulp gulp gulp #he could demolish me and i’d say same time next week??#he can fix me #i can fix him #we can fix each other #i want him so bad #I NEED HIM #i need to ride his face or he needs to ride mine #either way one of us is riding.#metallica #james hetfield #metallica smut #james hetfield metallica #james hetfield smut #james hetfield fanfic #james hetfield x reader #metallica fanfiction

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i love Sungchan down, but i feel like he's the greatest contender for the "hot, but toxic ex" trope. like he was the woooorst boyfriend ever. i'm talking his toxicity was at its PEAK while y'all were dating. he made you stop seeing your friends bc they were "bad influences", so you only ever spent time with him. actually, you weren't allowed to talk to anyone that wasn't him. even when hanging out with his friends, he got pissed when you even looked their way. you never minded bc he was always so sweet and fucked you so good and said i love you every day.

that was until you caught Sungchan making out with some random girl at a party after he left you alone. you were so angry, but all you could do was cry as he apologized. you two practically lived together at this point, so you had to go home with him. he apologized that night in bed with what was probably the best sex of your life. you forgave him that same night. it took you 3 months to finally break up with him and 5 months to finally get over him. you went out with your friends to celebrate being over him. of course, your luck didn't last long.

when you spotted Sungchan across the club, a cold chill ran up your spine. you hated to admit how good he looked. you tried your best to ignore him as he walked over. he was a lot harder to ignore as he towered above you. he sounded like a broken record repeating how sorry he was and how much he missed and loved you. you acted like you couldn't hear him over the blaring music even though you heard him loud and clear. Sungchan pulled you into the bathroom to talk, but you knew deep down deep in your pussy that there wouldn't be much talking.

his apology lasted all but 5 minutes before he had you bent over the sink, your tight dress pulled up over your ass. it was hard to remember all the awful shit he had done when his hands were gripping your hits so tight. you didn't care about how he cheated on you as he fucked you nearly to tears. that was the first of many apologies from Sungchan that you hid from your friends. every time he apologized, he gained a little bit of your heart back.

-🎀 (shout out to bad idea! by girl in red and bad idea Right? by Olivia Rodrigo for having simlar titles and topics and giving me toxic!ex brain rot 😊)

im so super extremely late replying to this but i LOVE the toxic riize train…

it would be so hard to ignore him, not only for your lack of self restraint when it comes to sungchan but also for him knowing exactly what buttons to press and he's just so hot and so big how could you ignore him. after him bugging you for 10 minutes you finally give into him because maybe if you pretend to hear him out he'll leave you alone. the both of you were a bit drunk, not enough for you to not be aware of your surroundings, but just enough for you to make some not so smart decisions. that's how you end up in the club bathroom.

he pulled all the strings.

i miss you so much. im so sorry, i never wanted to hurt you. give me another chance. ive changed. i want us to be together. i'll be better for you. i want to have a family with you. will you forgive me? will you give us another shot?

all you could do was weakly nod your head, drunk and horny because god, it was so hard to listen to anything he said when he looked like that. maybe he did change, maybe you could give him a chance. but everything had to kept secret because if your friends found out you were fucking your ex who had you quite literally crying and throwing up? you'd get called stupid in every language.

sungchan would fuck you harder than he ever had in that club bathroom leaving you dizzy and unable to walk, so like the gentleman he is he offered to carry you and take you home. (where he would fuck you again)

he would say sorry over and over, and it became a reoccurring thing of him coming over, giving you the fuck of your life until you decided to take him a little bit serious. and if you two get back together it was a secret for the longest time until you were 100% sure you didn’t make a mistake giving him another chance </3

#toniiswrld 💌#riize hard hours #toniiswrld☆hard hours #sungchan hard hours #˚❀༉‧₊˚.🎀 anon

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kel-lance · 4 months

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JJK Mafia Au (JJK x Reader) PART 3

Warnings:

- TW: Dead dove dont read (DDDR) Minors do not interact (MDNI): SA, Physical Assault, DubCon, NonCon, Mindbreak, Public Humiliation, Breeding, Ownership, Gaslighting, Multiple manipulation, RWORD, PTSD, a lot more toxic sh.

Premise:

Reader lives in a city where the two biggest gangs keep things line until the third gang showed up. That had nothing to do with you though, until dumb luck just happened to favor you one day. Basically You’re picked up and used by every dangerous criminal within the clans due to some alliances they had to create due to some members messing up the previous alliances. ((Almost everyone’s gonna have a turn 🤗)) ( i have 12 chapters planned out right now meaning after i write those ill still be writing more.)

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AN: Sorry for the long update im trying not to get evicted bc i was fired a while ago bc of a protest (surprise surprise big companies dont like or care about palestine or other places like it.) but i had to give away my cats and am still struggling i have my socials in my masterpost if you could help if not its okay ily

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You weren’t even conscious when you realized that you were still full of him. “Now he just thinks he can do as he pleases, oh my god, what a prick.” You were about to tell him off until he put his hand on your back. Stirring awake, Sukuna can feel as you tighten yourself around him. You realize you’re being stretched while laying upright on his chest.

You don’t think opening your eyes right now would be a good idea. Mostly because you could hear other people nearby? Sukuna laughs as he feels your realization. You could only pray that this phone call ends soon, and glad no one could see how red you thought you were, as your skin was glowing hot.

The base of your spine and neck were sore, like the rest of your body. Your back started to hurt, you needed more support. Sukuna caught this and moves you off of him, making a fwopping noise, and putting you back onto him with your back to him, like you wanted. But now you were facing his table, and he wasn’t on a phone call, you two were in a meeting. He was sat at the head, and quickly you catch a few pairs of eyes on you, your left hand grabs onto him and your right hides, your face.

“No way no way no way no way, oh my god,” You shook as Sukuna pushes himself into you. It was a lot, you could only throw your head down and cringe your face as this angle put pressure on another part of your sore body.

You stifle your yelps, trying not to look at anyone sitting in front of you. No one else is trying to look, most were red and blushing while the rest tried to ignore it. You didn’t need to be saved in this situation, but this was a worse way to wake up than not waking up at all. Your squirming had the leader release into you like it was nothing, his body and breathing stayed the same as he twitched violently inside of you. “He’s got to have done this before.” —————————————————————

“I couldn’t just leave you in that room. I needed all my men this morning, it was important.” Sukuna was talking out loud as he carried you to the infirmary. Now that everyone was free to go back to their posts, he wanted to bring you back to the twins to be able to go back to work.

“So I’m left to guess, you’re really just a random citizen that I met in an alley way?” He asks as he approaches the doors. He looks down at your pouting self, embarrassed to hell and back about what he just did to you infront of 20+ people.

Taking that as a yes, he heads in and instructs the girls to take care of you again. There are still no words spoken between you 3, not even the twins talked to each other, they can just telepathically communicate, adding to the creepiness they were embodying. You almost wanted to close your eyes and let them do what they needed to but this wasn’t a spa, and they weren’t happy with where they were currently. All you knew was that Sukuna was holding someone important to them hostage, and they were good nurses too so it seemed to be in Sukuna’s favor to have them all. After they finished, they gave you a few napkins w different pills on them, about 2-3 pills on each napkin. They finally spoke, explaining that each one would be for the next day in the morning and at night. You needed to rest and they would be busy, yet back to care for you randomly as they’re needed for the upcoming missions.

After they leave, you’re left to just lay there and thing about last night. Was it really worth it? You acted out due to desperation, in your head you didn’t feel bad because he did it to you first, and worse things after that. You just wanted some relief and god you got more than 7 times worth last night. You added 2 more this morning as Sukuna fucked you in front of his people.

You were briefly given time to think before the door opened suddenly, and a new man came in. It was one of your guards from the first few nights, you think he might be the one who fell asleep outside your door last night. You were still sat upright from what Nanako showed you to be the morning and nightly pills you were supposed to take.

The strange man comes up to you with urgent speed, his hand finds itself around your face as he pushes you into the wall, your head pounding from the collision. “Why would you do that? Why did you do that? What the fuck is wrong with you?” His voice was high in dismay, eyes wild and pink hair like Sukuna’s. Speaking of which he looked so similar to him, the man in front of you had a kinder face, his eyes glowed red but his features were younger, softer.

His fingers squeezed your face together like he was trying to ball it up. You could only raise your hands enough to try and push him away but your aching body was barely letting you move. His grasp spoke volumes, you just wished you knew what you did. Was he mad because you broke out? He didn’t look hurt or punished in anyway, so what was his problem?

“You fucking idiot.” He spat out, letting go of your face, he sits at the end of your bed with his head in his hands. Youre left to check on the bruises his fingers left on the sides of your face, not scared but apart of this new man who barged in, not knowing if Sukuna knew if he was with you currently.

“What did I do?”

“WHAT DO YOU THINK?!” The younger man was so upset you’d even ask. “Another few days and you would’ve been set free, I talked to him and we made a bet,” What was he taking about? “If you aren’t part of the other two gangs, that we’d let you go and he’d never bother you again, but if you were part of them, and especially if you broke out to do something stupid, we’d send your head back as a message.”

He throws his head back up to look at you. “I already know you’re not part of this, but why the fuck did you do that last night?”

He could be anybody, it didn’t matter if they looked similar. You weren’t about to make more trouble so you decided you weren’t going to tell him anything. You could only trust the people he assigned to you. “Listen dude, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about-“

“Of course you don’t!” He slammed his fist into the bed. “You could at least play along to get out of this! Ughhhh.” He groans further into his hands. “At this rate everything could go to shit.” He grabs your hands from your face and holds them in his, looking you square in the face. He stares at you for a second, examining your expression and the bruises his older brother inflicted on you. “What you did could have trapped you here forever, but you deserve a life of freedom, especially since you were dragged in this by accident.” He squeezed your hands tightly. “But seeing how you acted last night… Seriously do u want to die?”

You were pissed, how was it your fault? Why did you have to explain yourself in this situation? “He started it.” You huffed. The man’s hands let you go, reeled back, and backhanded you across the face, having you hit the wall behind you. “This isn’t a game. I’m gonna have to set you free myself.” He rips the blanket off from you and climbs on top. His large body has you immobile, and he wasted no time. He pulled apart your robes, flipped you around, and spat in-between your legs, taking his already hard on and smearing the spit around with his head before stuffing himself in, not caring if he covered himself fully or not.

The sudden entered had you scream into the pillow, writhing as the dry skin hooked at you from the inside. What was going on, is this allowed? You had so many questions. Living through another rape was nothing, living through another beating, just to still end up alive, you couldn’t be worried, you were more bothered that everyone was just doing what they wanted to you. Much to your surprise, this man who invaded your body, he stopped moving once he was fully in you, and he started to whimper.

The noises he was making weren’t something that should be coming out of a violent gang member, you would’ve never thought you’d witness something like that, much less actually feeling him start to slowly sob as he lets himself go, coating your walls inside, pressing himself deeper in, his dick twitching consecutively as his chest caved in and his voice wavered, trying to break out of the choke in his throat.

You were more confused than anything. Being used as an object, okay whatever, but why is he crying?? You hated people like that, it’s not up to them in this situation to feel that way, but whatever, he was done right? What was his deal? Now you were going to need another shower.

Sighing and shuttering, you were still regaining yourself from hitting the wall and the injuries his hands inflicted just minutes before, the shock of it all just put fear on the back burner. No, you couldn’t be scared of men, you were only angry.

“I- I’m sorry.” He managed. “I’m so sorry.” It wasn’t like he had realized what he did was wrongs but that he had to do that. “My brother, he doesn’t like to share, rather, he hates me so if I touch anything of his-“

Once again the door swings open. The man still inside of you is frozen, and youre still facedown into the bed, but you can only guess who it was. “You’re wrong, Yuuji.”

Yuuji slides out of and covers himself while sitting beside you. Raising your head, you watch to see how this new situation was going to play out. You only got that this brat was throwing a tantrum over his older relative, and he was trying to act equally as cruel, but the truth was surprising.

“You really thought they wanted to leave? I told you about them, and you asked yourself to guard them bc you believed they wouldn’t try anything…” He walks in further to taunt his sibling.

All you could do was watch. Yuuji, being the big guy he was, looked like he shrank in size as his brothers footsteps led him closer to your bed. Sukuna had reeled his fist back and sent Yuuji flying back, knocking into the next bed around.

“You see Yuuji, I was starting to like this one, but you’re right, sharing isn’t really my thing.” He walks closer to you now, his aura would be enough to choke anyone up, and his eyes glowed, not like anything you’ve seen before. “That’s why I’m going to surprise you all today. I’ll share. I’ll be as generous a guy as you couldn’t believe… COME IN!”

His words were instructed as a group of people walked in the door. It was a few men, and one woman. Only two paid Yuuji’s back hand some mind while the rest stood at the end of your bed. Sukuna’s at your side now, trying to figure out how to be gentle and play with your hair, but only managed to pick it up and toss it out of your face.

Someone from the group groaned, he was a taller man but around the same age as Yuuji. He was huge, buff and with a wild ponytail, to be honest he looked as equally scary as Yuuji and Sukuna combine if that made sense. Sukuna points him out, “Ever since Todo brought you to our attention, Yuuji just couldn’t help himself. He actually wanted you first.” He looked back at his glaring relative, “And I would have let him have it too if you didn’t break into my room last night.” He pulls you to him, his eyes eating up the sight of you before the feast. “Was it worth it Yuuji?”

Yuuji tries to get up and lunge at Sukuna but Todo and someone else hold him back. “Keep holding him, I’m gonna show him how badly he failed.” The large man picks you up, flip you around and splay you legs out, exposing you to the rest of the room. You can’t fight much, letting them see Yuuji’s remnants leak out of you.

“Yuuji, we’re not gonna stop until you finish, too.” That’s when you really looked up, there were six other people in the room with you, and what sucked was that you knew he was serious. “You might even be the dad, that’s the only way how I’ll let you have her.” Though you were in his arms just hours before, even had spent the night with him, yet now you’re squirming away. He grabs your bruised cheeks and shows you the line.

“Who wants to go first?” What do you even think in this situation? Were you scared? Were you ready? Were you angry? Would you adapt? Or would you freeze? It all didn’t matter, you didn’t get any time to think about how you were feeling for even a minute after they started.

A man with messy dark hair stepped forward. His dead eyes and face tattoo made him look so pretty, along with all the jewelry, brought out by his cool yet mean look. “Choso! Not a surprise; Hurrying to not hurt Yuuji?”

“I have shit to do.” He growled back to Sukuna. Coming forward he takes you away from the older man, pushing him adjacent the crowd. Driving right in, he kisses you roughly and climbs on top of you. His hands find their way up your torso, pulling your body closer to his, you’re basically a toy to him.

Because it was so sudden, you couldn’t really respond quick enough to hold him off. At this point there was really no fighting it. You sure did try, and you could but you thought with this group, they’d just get off on it. Knowing Sukuna, just meeting his brother, and now their other “brothers” are just here to try you out, especially remembering that they’re the new gang that pushed the Kamos out.

The large man has pushed you back into the bed, putting his weight on your legs as he completely buries you. Remembering that you’re fully naked now, your body goes into flight mode, all you can try to do is flail or move your face away but Choso has more control of your body than you did.

“Choso, you’re doing it wrong.” The woman chimes in. Walking over to critique his abrasive actions, the blonde comes from across the room to the side of the bed next to you two.

Choso parts his face from yours to groan into your chest. “We gotta hurry up…”

“I get that, but this is a break! And a great one at that,” she turns around and gives Sukuna a thumbs up.

“What the fuck? Why is she in on this?” The blonde lady was scaring you more than the men, it was like she was having fun just being invited.

“Here Choso, like this.” She nudges him off of you, and picks you up by the arms to sit you on her lap. Her muscles bulged, she made it look so easy picking you up like that. Your legs wrapped around her waist, as there was no other way to position yourself comfortably. She places her hand on your back as she brings you closer. “Good girl.”

You could only blush as her other hand found its way across your hip, caressing you up and down that sends a shiver down your spine. She kisses at your beck and teases your ear lobe so much your hips start to move on their own. She catches you with her fingers, plunging two deeply in you. “See? She’ll come right to you if you do it right.”

She has you sitting back pressed up against her, her changing movements kept you excited from her unpredictability. Digging her fingers deeper, she twirls them around to spread around Yuuji’s kids within you, not letting anything spill out. The only reaction you were strong enough to let go was just uncontrollable moaning. She has you in such a mess that you could only be vocal.

She takes out her fingers and uses the wet to flick at your clit, holding you down with each jolt and spasm the lady got out of you. “Kamo Jr.~ come ‘ere.” She calls to someone across the room.

“Stop fucking calling me that.” Finally, the last man you hadn’t observed yet started to make his way towards you, his hair was cut short and neat, but his face was stone cold. That comment riled him up enough to have him start unbuckling his pants.

“You act like you hate it~.” The woman caresses your body, making a display for the upcoming man. “I got her all ready for ya, so give us a show..”

You lol your head up and hold onto her forearm for support, looking up at ‘Kamo Jr.’ who was standing between your legs. This was the closet you’ve come to regain control in this situation, just being conscious enough to know who was next, you could only hope your mind erases and forgets it all.

“C’mon Kamo, you need to let your anger out…” She spreads your lips apart while her other hand moves your head enough to expose your neck. “And Sukuna’s given us a treat.”

Kamo stood there silently, upset wasn’t even the word for it. It looked like he was holding himself back for a while, considering that they broke up his family with recent discoveries. He was the promised heir, that idea was now thrown out the window the second sukuna killed his father.

He just learned that Choso was alive too, another rogue from the family who was stronger, smarter, older, etc. His future fell apart in seconds, and he hadn’t a moment to take it all in as they started bossing him around as one of the heirs of the top three gangs in the area. He just couldn’t catch a break really.

When he got to the bed, he gripped your thigh so hard he moved your entire body towards him in one movement. Your thoughts of his fingertips leaving bruises was quickly dropped to your stomach as he pressed himself onto you.

“Jesus fuck, what’s in their DNA why are all these dudes so hung?” Your poor mind and pussy, you really couldn’t continue this session if you wanted to keep the last peace of mind you had. You couldn’t lie though, the blonde lady’s tactics really did help to relax you, but knowing she’s just there to help them get off makes you still anxious about her.

This new guy though, as cold as Choso, was quick about it. He pulled himself out of his pants, only exposing what he needed as to say “Let’s get this over with.” Finally peering down at you, his eyes were almost dead until the lady brought up his anger. His remaining family was taken hostage and was released when Kamo offered to help Sukuna in exchange for their lives.

This was probably the last thing he could have wanted. Given his situation, with no other options, literally commanded to do something morally and ethically wrong, there was just so much going on in Kamo's head while he roughly repositioned you. To be honest it didn't seem like he was paying much attention until he realized he had pushed himself inside.

His mind was engulfed by only things he couldn't control, to now groaning due to the sudden change of overstimulation. Obviously you couldn't do much, but being on your back, spread out and being quickly devoured by the crowd invited, you had just a moment, a quick second to regain your senses and be in control. The last thing you remembered was Kamo starting to pick up speed, making your whole body involuntarily start to shake from each stroke, while the blonde woman brought her lips to yours and told you to eat.

The sequence of events went like this, Kamo fucked the shit out of you, basically blacked out when it started to really take off. As you struggled to stay focused on helping Yuki, Choso came to join, while all you could offer him was a hand, he pushed Yuki out of your face and shoved himself down your throat.

As Choso roughly played with you as he facefucked you, tugging your hair back and slapping your cheeks to feel the vibrations inside, Yuki snaked her way down to help pleasure/torture you more as Kamo was getting all his allowed frustration out. If you could get a glance at Sukuna, he would be smiling proud, you didn't know if it was because he was proud of his family, maybe even you for being good enough to satiate them, or maybe it was even just the thought of being in control once again.

If you got a glance at Yuuji, he would be looking away or have some weird look on his face. Was it pity? Was it sorrow? Regret? What was with this guy? "He called dibs." What is that supposed to mean, there's literally no common factor between us, so why would he really be feeling this way?

Choso started to bruise you throat, Kamo and Choso both ramming into you from opposite ends, basically using you for their anger, it was honestly becoming the best fuck of your life. It almost couldn't matter anymore, you were already getting fucked crazy with another man's cum lubricating the next man's round. Seriously if they didn't get you pregnant by now, the next set of people surely would.

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wastelandlovingscenarios · 8 months

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undeniable | porter gage x female! sole survivor

a/n: am i finally back on my bullshit, uploading on a random sunday night? this is different from what i usually write, but hey! im definitely writing something. im too tired to revise or edit this bc its 12 AM, so ill look it over in the morning. just thought i'd post something silly.

♡ based off a modern au where gage and the sole survivor are childhood bestfriends in another life.

For as long as Gage can remember, she’s been a burden. Being nearly five years older than her and her guardian -- or her best friend, as she likes to call him -- he’s always felt inclined to watch over her. He doesn’t know why, he knows he doesn't necessarily need to, but the thought of abandoning her feels wrong. So he tries to find reasons as to why -- was it because they both grew up in terrible conditions together and only had each other? Or was it because he knew the moment he let her dumbass go into the real world alone, she’d somehow get herself killed?

He shakes his head. Finding a reason was nothing but a waste of time, his mind overworking itself more than it already was. He dumbs it down to simply getting used to the routine of caring for her since they were children. If he fucks up his schedule now, he’d have to go through the trouble of rearranging everything around once again and readjust to his new lifestyle.

‘Yeah,’ he thinks to himself, unlocking his apartment door, twisting the knob, ‘It’ll be nothing but fucking trouble.’

Once he pushes the door open, his boots thumping against the tiled floor of his apartment, he sees her sitting on the couch, distracted by the show playing on the television. His eyes darted over to the coffee table in front of her, papers and open textbooks strewn across the poor thing, obviously untouched and just displayed prettily to mimic the idea that she was being productive.

With a low grumble, he tosses his bag on the counter nearby and takes off his boots before grabbing the remote lying on the couch. She’s so invested in her little show that she barely even notices him walking in with a scowl and an annoyed sigh. Sole jumps when the television shuts off suddenly, a gasp leaving her lips before turning her head to the side.

“Hey, I was watching!” she whines, already rising from the couch to pick another fight with him. He doesn’t show any reaction and instead, crosses his arms with an unimpressed expression while he holds the remote hostage.

She tries her best to grab it from his hand but he rolls his eyes, gently pushing her back down onto the couch.

“Quit watchin’ and start studyin’. Yer not gonna get shit done like this.”

She huffs angrily, her eyes narrowing at him, “Gage, a little break wouldn’t hurt every once in a while.”

“And what have you accomplished since I left for work this afternoon?”

Sole swallows nervously, her mouth going dry at his questions as she opens and closes it, trying her best to stand her ground. He raises a brow, giving her a chance to respond and redeem herself, but he already knows. She was a fool for thinking she could get away with such a lie, knowing that Gage knew her better than anyone else.

“Thought so,” he stuffed the remote in the back of his pocket, “Now be a good girl and finish yer damn work. I’m not paying yer tuition for you to fuck around.”

Sole groans but listens obediently, pulling the coffee table closer to her. She grabs her laptop and unlocks it, opening her notes before reaching over to snatch one of her textbooks.

“I don’t understand why you’re on my ass about my studies so much, Gage,” she complains, highlighting something in her book a bit roughly, “You didn't even finish high school, so why does it even matter?”

He doesn’t spare her much of an answer, walking over to the kitchen to find something to cook for them, “Exactly my point. You wanna be better than me.”

“But you make so much money, you’re able to provide for both of us!” she throws her hands in the air, desperately trying to prove a point to her stubborn roommate, who seemed to be firm on his words.

“That’s only because I got connections. Now shut your mouth and study.”

He doesn’t find much in the fridge nor the cabinets, silently setting a reminder in his mind to do a grocery run first thing tomorrow before work. Eventually, he decides to heat up some leftovers they had for lunch and cut up some fruit for her to snack on while she did her work. It’s shit, he knows, but it’ll do till tomorrow.

He makes his way back to the living room, plopping on the couch next to her and setting the food on the coffee table, maintaining a good distance between their dinner and her work. The last thing he wanted was to spill anything on her laptop and notes -- it would only give her another reason not to be productive.

He doesn’t say much, but his eyes flicker over to her for a moment, a small smile on his face at the sight of her seemingly focused on her work now, a sense of satisfaction overcoming him. Gage leans back on the couch, pulling his phone out to distract himself while he kept her company in the living room. He takes a few bites of his portion of the leftovers, glancing at Sole here and there to ensure she was still on track.

It’s a peaceful few minutes, he can’t recall how long, as they both sit in silence, her music playing softly in the background to fill up the white noise. Suddenly, he hears a sigh, sounding a bit defeated, and his eyes set on her sulking figure.

“Gage, I know that you want the best for me, but I’m nearly twenty-three and you still treat me like a kid.” he stares at her, not showing any reaction but notices how she refused to make eye contact with him, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop.

When she doesn’t get a response, she closes her eyes before turning her body towards him, her expression serious, but he can see right through her. She’s pleading, but not in an annoying bratty way like she usually does, so he decides to listen to her troubles.

She scoots closer to him and he watches, his phone long forgotten in his hand, “I’m really grateful for you and all that, but you need to trust that I can do well in school and balance my time. You can’t take care of me forever.”

Instead of getting a response like she’d hope for, she was met with the usual silence he often provided her when she tried to set her boundaries. With an irate expression, she turned back to her laptop, her face flushed in embarrassment, feeling like her words vanished into thin air.

She should’ve known better than to talk to Gage — he was a man of few words and she didn’t know why she expected him to at least say something to show that he at least cared about her feelings one way or the other.

Before she could continue studying to hide her embarrassment and anger, she hears his voice and freezes.

“I know.” his voice is gravelly, a bit of exhaustion mixed into it, and her head shoots to him, a bit stunned at his broken silence. Her eyes are wide, body paralyzed at the sudden response. There’s a slight flush on his face but she convinces herself it’s the lighting.

Definitely.

He knows she’s waiting for more than just that and he sighs, crossing his arms as he makes eye contact with her the best he can without losing his shit, “Just want you to have a good future. Want you to live a better life than what I’m giving you right now before I send you off.”

Suddenly, she’s overcome with guilt and she immediately leans over to him, her hands finding his as she cuts him off, “No, that’s not what I meant!”

With another breath, she composes herself before speaking.

“Gage, you’ve given me everything I’ve wanted and needed, the last thing I’ll ever do is criticize your care for me. I don’t plan on leaving your side, even when I get a better life.”

His heart twinges and his feelings for her resurface, but he pushes it down.

She pulls on the sleeves of his hoodie, playing with the fabric with her fingers, “I just want you to trust me more. I know I’ve been slacking a bit, but I’d never fail school, especially when I know you’re working hard to provide for both of us and paying for my tuition. I’d never do that to you.”

“Wouldn’t say I’m working hard,” he downplays it, not wanting her to fret about such a miniscule matter.

She groans, “You work twelve hour shifts everyday. Sometimes fourteen!”

He shrugs nonchalantly and Sole pouts at his stubbornness, smacking his arm with annoyance. Gage bites back a smirk, amused by her behavior and catches her wrist midair, her eyes rolling. Instead of providing her with a response, he digs in his pocket and hands her the remote to the TV and her eyes light up, a smile forming on her pretty face. His heart aches at the sight. It was such a small action but it was more than enough to validate her feelings.

“Thank you, you’re the best!” she jumped over, throwing her arms around his neck as she embraced him tightly.

His face flushed heavily and tried to seem annoyed to cover it up but the stutter in his voice and the tenseness of his shoulders gave it away. Gage pushed her away with his hand as he groaned quietly, “I get it, don’t need to be so damn happy about it.”

However, she pecked his cheek and he froze instantly, his body paralyzed and his voice raising in embarrassment, “Q-Quit it!”

She giggles and doesn’t take much offense to his words, knowing that he was nothing but a big softie for her. As she released him, she smiled at him happily once more before turning to the TV and putting her show back on.

Gage rubbed the spot where she kissed, his face a deep red as he tried to regain his composure. Suddenly, he pushes down the real reason of why he refused to leave her side for the millionth time, reminding himself that there were several other possibilities other than that.

‘What a damn burden,’ he thinks to himself, desperately trying to fight back his feelings for her, his eyes glued to her gleeful form next to him.

Suddenly, her kiss lingered on his skin a little too long, the feeling of her arms around him marking his skin, and he’s left absolutely horrified, realizing that he could no longer convince himself otherwise.

Maybe accepting it was better than constantly running and Gage thinks it over for a moment but ultimately shakes his head, wanting to do anything but that.

‘Just a stupid thought. Some stupid fucking feelings,’ he settles for that answer but knows deep down that he’s already lost the battle, his heart hammering in his chest.

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cherryo · 2 years

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Hey I got a request! Can you do a Raph *ROTTMNT* x reader that goes from Fluff to smut? That’s all I know weird request but I’m bored :p

please and thank you!

~ From THATONEROTTMNTFAN💋

hi sweetheart!!! you’re my first ever requestor, so i wanted to make sure it was the best <33 im sorry it took so long, i have two jobs and was pretty busy this week but i worked on it any chance i got!!! this is also my very first smut ive written!

genre: fluff to smut

pairing: Rise! Raph x reader

word count: 2,363 !!reader has fem genitalia but they/them pronouns are used and chest was used as a ambigous term!!

warnings: cursing, explicit themes, it’s post movie but no spoilers or mentions of canon movie edits, its simply so Raph is over 18 (it’s about 3 years after, so both reader and Raph are 20! considering Raph is 17 in the movie :)) no big kinks other than size kinks as i didnt want to push too hard and make anyone uncomfortable :)) its sorta proof-read but not entirely but i hope you enjoy!!

Boredom had its grip on you, forcing you to lay on your couch in the apartment you shared with your best friend April. You kept thinking about things to do, nothing seemed appealing right now and you had tried to sleep, multiple times.

Praying to someone hoping you’d be cured of your boredom, you heard your phone go off. Leaning over the couch to grab it, it had fallen off earlier and you were too lazy to grab it when it originally fell.

Checking your notifications you saw that Raph had texted you, wondering if you had wanted to have a Jupiter Jim movie marathon. Moving quickly to unlock your phone and text him back saying that he was your savior and that you’d love to come watch Jupiter Jim with him. Jumping up from your position on the couch, throwing on whatever you deemed comfortable enough for movie watching. You had just made it down the ladder when you were met face to face with the savior himself, Raph. you smiled at him and he returned with the cutest smile you’ve ever seen, he went to open his mouth to say something then promptly closed it again, his face going red.

“Yes, Raph?” you prompted him, giving him another tiny smile. you were still holding onto the ladder, waiting patiently for him to get what he wanted out. You always waited for him, sometimes all he needed was a minute and you understood that.

“Uhm,,,,,did you perhaps want me to carry ya? To the lair that is, if you don't want to I understand. You don't have to say yes if ya don’t wanna,,,,,” he stumbled and paused every few words, he was so cute when he was flustered.

“Sure Raph, I would love to be carried to the lair,” you giggled, it wasn't a rare occurrence that he was flustered by you. Knowing him for three years and dating for 6 months didn't do too much, he was still as nervous and a little awkward when it came to couple-y things. You knew he just needed time to be able to get used to the cutesy things he wanted to do, and he was definitely worth the wait.

Smiling brightly at your agreeance to being carried, he picked you up in one fell swoop. Impressed by the fact that he could carry you on one arm, you gave him a forehead kiss.

“Woooow you're such a strong man, Raph! I love my big strong buff boyfriend,” teasing him slightly, making him go even redder, if that was even possible.

“Thank you, Darlin,” he mumbled, still very flustered at the whole situation. Finally making it to the lair, he set you down as gently as he could. He always worried he would end up forgetting how strong he was and that you’d somehow end up hurt from his hands.

Even though you constantly reassured him that there's no way he could hurt you unless he seriously wanted to, you’ve seen him petting the small stray cats, he’s nothing but a gentle giant.

“Mikey’s in the kitchen if you want to go an’ say hi,” he said while looking at you, snapping you out of your dream state. He looked at you concerned after you did not respond immediately “hello?” waving his giant hand in front of your face, finally coming back to the real world you simply nodded to his comment about saying hi to Mikey.

When you guys got to the kitchen, seeing Mikey by the stove cooking some kind of soup. Walking over to him you noticed, he had made you guys some pizza bites and mozzarella sticks. “Hi Mikey!!” you yelled right into his ear just to spook him, laughing over his girlish scream. He turned and started laughing with you when he realized who it was, he dragged you into a giant hug lifting you off the ground with ease.

“Okay Mikey, you can put them down now” Raph let out a big huff, you caught his eyes noticing how dark they had gotten.

“Awww is poor, tough, Raph jealous of his baby brother hugging his partner?” somehow, Leo had walked into the kitchen unnoticed. Quite unlike Leo to be making quiet entrances, but the way he was teasing Raph only made Raph more upset.

“Hush Leo, he probably is just ready for the movie marathon and I'm keeping us from watching it,” you snickered, you knew what was going through Raph's mind but you had already teased the poor man enough. Raph had come over to grab your arm and the food, grumbling about something you couldn't hear. You snickered slightly, knowing Raph doesn't usually get grumbly at his brothers must mean that he really needs you. Grabbing his bicep gently, pulling his attention back on you, you gave him a soft smile indicating it was okay. His face softened, smiling sheepishly he realized he was being childish wanting you to not be happy around his brothers.

“Im sorry, i’m just ready to lay in my bed and watch movies with you,,,,,” he trailed off, nodding his head in the direction of his room.

“It’s okay Raph, if anything i found your reaction funny” you reassured him, he sighed with relief while opening the door to his room to let you in.

you scurried in and jumped on his bed, making his sheets and pillows float up for a second. He just laughed at you, putting the snacks and drinks up, following suit and jumping on the bed next to you. You scream-laughed at him, worried you were going to get squashed but happy he was relaxed again.

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You guys had already watched three movies out of the Jupiter Jim series, every now and again on a scene you both had deemed ‘boring’ to have a make out session (Raph had reminded you in between kisses that no part of the Jupiter Jim movies were boring). Raph being Raph, he was incredibly gentle with you, he kissed you like you were glass. No matter how many times in the past you had stated you wanted him to stop and just let go when you guys were being intimate, he never did, he was so worried about hurting you.

It started with the light kisses turning into the heavy makeout with petting and caressing, Raph had you trapped between his body and his bed. One of his hands held you around the waist to keep you close while the other was roaming around your body, deciding to rest it in your hair. The whole time he was whispering sweet-nothings into your ear saying just how beautiful you were under him, and how you tasted so sweet.

“Do you uhm,,,,” Raph took in a breath, breaking the kiss “do you want to stay like this or go further?”

You grew red at what he was implying, but did you really want to go further? Yes, yes you did, you know anything with Raph will be amazing. Including sex.

“Yes Raph, i want to go further,” you brought him back into another heated kiss, him gasping slightly at you being a bit dominant. He got back into the groove of things after a second of being shocked, he tugged slightly at your shirt, indicating that he wanted it off. You pulled back to look him in the face, his eyes asking the question.

Nodding a silent yes to his question, Raph leaned back so you could sit up properly. As you were taking it off you heard a strained noise, as soon as you got it off Raph pushed you back. He started by kissing your neck and sucking hickey by hickey, slowly making his way down to your chest. He kissed your chest gently at first and only started getting more aggressive and more aggressive in his kisses, leaving little love bites here and there littered on your soft skin.

He stopped his attack on your chest to put his forehead, he sighed shakily not knowing what other to do than to look you in the eyes. He kept opening and closing his mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing how to. You gave him a look that said go on, he looked away and finally spoke.

“Darling, if i keep goin i don't know if i can hold myself back” he wants to go absolutely feral for you, but he knows he can't, he knows he’s big and he knows it would hurt so bad for you. He wants so badly to just fuck you into the bed, to hear you be able to make no other noises than moans and whimpers.

“I wanna make you feel so good, darling” he whimpered, he could feel your whole body heating up with the way he was talking to you. “Please Raph, i don't care if you don't hold yourself back, if anything i want you to go for it,” gasping at the way he violently started back up his attacks on your chest mid sentence, slowly making his way down to your center leaving more hickies and love bites in his wake. You seemingly made his resolve break with just that sentence.

He ripped both your pants and underwear down at the same time, showing he was more than ready. Gasping at the cool air, you moaned at the action. Raph had made his way between your legs, licking and sucking on your inner thighs, gently holding you legs up so they wouldn't be resting on his spiky shell.

"You sound so pretty darlin’" he said while looking up at you from between your legs, you blushed not used to your Raph being so flirtatious.

He slowly made his way to your center, giving kisses and love bites to your inner thighs as he went up, as soon as he got to his destination he started sucking on your button.

"Oh fuuuu-" you got caught off as a moan bubbled up, Raph had inserted one of his thick fingers inside of you, twisting and hooking.

"Please Raph, I need you" you begged, grabbing onto one his hands that held your legs up. You needed his cock, you needed him. You didn't know how much longer you could go on with just his teasing.

“Sorry dear, but i have to stretch you out first and make sure you’re all ready to take me, Im not taking the chance of hurting you more than it already will,” he had stopped his ministrations, he looked sternly at you silently telling you he was not budging on this.

He made you cum multiple times, telling you how good you were being for him and he couldnt wait to fuck you. Finally, he decided you were ready to take him, he made his way up to be face to face with you. He hovered over you, realizing just how tiny you were compared to him. Hell, he covered you with space on both sides of his shoulders. God. he didn't know why that made him harder but it did, he grabbed his cock and started slowly guiding it into you.

He watched your face for any pain, as soon as it twisted up he stopped and went to pull back out only to be stopped by your hand grabbing his bicep.

“Please keep going, please Raphi can take it,” you begged, looking at him in what he can only describe as pleasure and a twinge of pain. He felt really bad about hurtin you, but god was this feeling so fucking addictive, the way your cunt was suckin him in. the way you begged him to just fuck you anyways despite the pain, forgetting just how big he was he thrusted into you fully. However with how big he was and how small you were, he wasn't able to fully sheath into you, that made him want to just fuck you even harder.

“Please move,,, raph” moaning his name, the second you asked he start thrustin, he didnt need to be told twice. Finding a rhythm that was good for him, he was dead set on making you feel good first and foremost. He reached down between the two of you to rub circles on your clit, making you moan the loudest you have all night. He could've cum right then and there just from hearing your moans, he started thrusting harder and faster.

“Oh shit, I'm close raph!” you started meeting your hips to his thrusts, your legs were starting to shake. You were so close and you wanted to cum with him, you could tell he was close. His hips and thrusts faltering, he started moaning your name like crazy, telling you how good you were and how good you felt. He was close, his thrusts getting sloppy and sloppier by the second, he wanted to cum inside you so bad but opted to pull out. He made sure you came before he pulled out, the way you shook pushed him over the edge, quickly pulling out and cumming all over your stomach and thighs.

Both of you were breathing heavily and flushed, skin hot to the touch and slick with sweat. You smiled at him, reaching up to caress his face, mask discarded sometime during this moment. He looked at you with so much love, he leaned down to kiss your forehead and nose before sitting up. “I'm going to go grab a towel and water, i'll be right back,” you knew he wouldn't be gone for long, and you were right within five minutes he was back with a towel, water and snacks, along with some fresh clothes.

“Yknow, instead of just drying ya off we could just take a shower,” turning to look at you with a certain glint in his eye telling you, you were not going to sleep anytime soon. You jumped up and raced him to the bathroom, squealing and giggling as he ran after you.

God, this turtle was going to be the death of you, but man you can't help but love him and be excited for the future ahead of you.

#Chasewrites #2018!tmnt #rottmnt raph #rottmnt x reader #raph x reader #rottmnt fluff #rottmnt smut #rottmnt #rise raph #rottmnt rapheal

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heartss4matthewq · 6 months

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COULDVE BEEN (c.s)

warnings: angst, fluff, self harm

summary: you and chris grew up in Somerville together. when you guys grow up things change. chris isn’t the same.

(at the beginning yall are kids)

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*FLASHBACK*

“chris stopp” you said as he kept tickling your sides

“oh my gosh get over it y/n/n” chris said laughing

you and chris always got along when you were younger.

chris was the only person who understood you. sure, nick & matt loved you and you loved them. they weren’t chris though.

your guys’ parents used to joke that you and chris would get married one day.

“i have a surprise..close your eyes, okay?” chris said jumping off of the small porch you were sitting on

“chriss what is ittt!!” you exclaimed, excited to see what he had planned

“you’ll see” you can hear the autumn leaves crunching around you

you’ve been walking for 3 minutes and still have no clue what hes doing.

“okay were here” he stops you in the middle of the ground. “open”

the smell of old rain fills your nose.

you open your eyes and see chris on one knee next to a big tree with a strawberry ring pop.

“will you marry me mrs. y/n/l/n” chris says, a cheesy smile on his face.

“yes!” you say puckering your lips jokingly

chris puts the ring on your pointer finger.

“wanna go play on the swings y/n sturniolo?”

“that’s not my last name chris” you say smirking

“we’re married so now it is, you know how your moms last name is your dads? well yeah that’s how it works”

“oh okay”

*TIME SKIP*

chris has been gone for who knows how long.

the last time you saw him was in high school and you miss him like hell.

him & his brothers have blown up in their career on youtube since then.

you guys tried to stay in contact but it didn’t work.

you knew chris’ busy schedule so you didn’t blame him for getting distant.

although what no one did know, was that you and chris were “talking”

now, chris was not a player

chris had commitment issues & this hurt you a lot.

📞

“hii chris”

“hey.”

“um are you okay why do you sound annoyed?”

“yeah im cool just trying to chill right now”

“okay, when do you wanna make things official?”

“not soon because of my work and stuff like that”

“oh okay”

“yeah i’ll talk to you later though im gonna go film”

“okay have fun love you”

“mhm”

📞

you shut off your phone and put your face in your hands.

you started bawling not knowing why chris was like this.

one day he’d love you the next he would be so dry and barely talk to you.

why did he pretend you were something, you guys were nothing.

as you picked yourself off the floor you went and grabbed a razor blade.

you slid it over your wrist a couple times before putting it down and laying on your bed.

this was a new thing that chris never knew about & he would never find out.

as you laid there, you scrolled through chris’ instagram, and wow he looked happy but here you are sad and alone.

if chris knew what you had become since he left he’d-

slam.

“y/n?” chris exclaimed from downstairs

a million thoughts came through your mind.

“why is he here? when did he get back from LA? what if he sees me like this?

before you could even think about throwing the razor blade away he opened your door.

“chris wai-“ you said about to start crying again

“y/n. what is that?”

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omg i’m so sorry if that triggered anyone. i made sure to put warnings and i hope this was good!! also this is a series.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #spotify #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets smut

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1, 24, 42 😸

So Don't leave, Tender and Savior - love the idea. It's giving soft fluff vibes. I decided on Marcmarc as a ship

TW: mention of self-hate

Bez was done. He wanted to throw everything away and hide in a corner of his father's shop, never to be seen again. He wouldn't even tell anyone - not Vale, Uccio, Cele, Pecco, Luca, Migno or Franky. No one. No one would knew and he just started a new life away from motogp.

He wanted to get away from the cameras, the stupid questions form the journos that either way only a handful of people would read cause he had lost their interest. He wanted to get away from Pecco's wins and Franco's hopeful attitude and he wanted to get away from Vale's helpful but useless actions.

He felt his stomach burn with disappointment. He had been sure that this time, it'd might work. And he ended in the gravel. He had been sure that he finally found the grip and the way how to handle the bike. Well he had handle it into the gravel. Right into the gravel. Wow. Perfect job.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could handle it. He tried but after all his dnfs and his finished outside the top 10 or the points, he started to question if it really had been talent or simply luck that bought him there.

It must have been luck. Why else would he struggle so much and be regularly out-performed? He just didn't deserve his place in the team - or any team - or motogp in general. He felt tears rise in his eyes.

The thought hurt so much. He wanted it so much. He was so desperate. He clinged to the idea of continuing his life as a motogp rider that the ideal of failure - which was quick to cost him his career in this field - destroyed him.

The self-hate was starting to bubble over. It felt like it was gut wrenching, like his whole inside was being turned upside down while being set on fire.

It hurt so much and he couldn't get rid of it

He tried to run away from it - literally. He was pacing around his motorhome hoping the movement could clear his mind.

As if his whole situation wasn't enough, he heard a key in the door. He wanted to scream. He didn't wanted to be seen like that. He didn't wanted to be cuddle or get affection he didn't deserve. He didn't need anyone's pity.

„JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" he screamed when he saw that the door was being opened to his bedroom. He hadn't even checked who it was.

So now he was standing face to face with his really confused - and shocked, maybe even scared, boyfriend. Bez froze immediately. He had never yelled at Marc. He never though he would or could. He never wanted to scream.

„Okay" Marc whispered and was slowly turning around.

„No." Bez said fastly. The burning in his stomach had disappeared. Instead it was now in his face but this burning was more an embarrassed burning. It was shame at having yelled. „No, please, amore, I... Im sorry. Please. Don't leave."

Marc seemed hesitant but one look in Marcos desperate eyes proved him that leaving him would be the worst idea.

He gave him a tender smile and nodded. Quietly he hold his hand out to Bez, making him decide on their level of physical touch. Even though touch was Bez love language, Marc knew how easy he could be overstimulated, especially when he was a nervous reck like now.

Bez didn't smile back, instead he just reached for the older rider and pulled him closer. He hugged him close, pressed himself against him. He sobbed quietly.

Marc closed his eyes and returned the hug with all his strength. He wanted to make the Italian feel safe - safe and protected in his arms. He hugged him and softly kissed his head. He let his fingers roam through the curls and whispered sweet things about his lover. He wasn't sure he understood or actually heard them but that was okay.

He succeeded. The burning in Marcos cheeks and stomach eased. He didn't feel desperate anymore and he remembered that he couldn't just run away and disappear. He couldn't leave his friends, his family and his lover behind. Simply because there was no place as safe as his lovers arms and he'd give that up for nothing in the world.

He knew how much he and others worked for him to be here and he knew he couldn't give up cause one year didn't go as hoped. He knew all that simply cause Marc wrapped him in his arms.

„You're my savior" Bez whispered and meant it.

#marco bezzecchi #marcmarc #marc marquez #ray's writing #Yeah maybe there was of my own academic frustration at the beginning #Got the results of 2 exams and I barely passed (those were the only ones I was sure were good so now I'm a little panic about the rest)#ANYWAY #Kat I hope you like it #You didn't say a ship hit I just assumed marcmarc was okay #Marco being insecure I love you too much #Unhealthy self insert I guess

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