#if this is like disrespectful to talk about i’ll stop i don’t want to seem speculative or anything
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cruesuffix · 8 days ago
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The thing about redheads needing more sedatives makes me think of when Mick was talking seconal. That was a sedative right? No wonder he was taking so much of it.
Also when Mick got hip replacement surgery.
oh anon i could talk about this for an hour!! i hope it doesn’t sound weird but im so fascinated by pre red, white and crue era so bad. ok ok, lemme yap a bit sorry!!! oh also trigger warning for drug use!!! (in depth descriptions and details) so if that’s not for you, you can skip this one!!
i don’t know if i’ve already mentioned this in a previous post, but yes seconal is a sedative, a barbiturate to be exact. i believe it was used to cure insomnia or whatever. so it wasn’t exactly a painkiller, but if mick was using it recreationally he’d probably still have to take a lot of it to feel the effects… at least if we go off of the idea that redheads need more sedatives than the normal person. which makes sense now that i think about it. i just thought he was doing it cause he was all reckless and shit but no… that mf was probably like “dude why ain’t this working?”
(btw: do yall remember in the book when he talked about getting diagnosed finally and then spending most of the 70’s and early 80’s taking like 45 advils a day? i wonder if they were just regular advil or extra strength, cause personally I built up such a high tolerance for regular advil that i have to take extra strength when i need it. if it was regular advil it would make so much sense for him to be constantly eating that cause, especially for him, that shit just doesn’t work much. all of this is just making me go “omg this makes sense now!” about everything lmaooo)
ALSO, my favourite topic (weirdly so)! i did do some research before… for reasons ofc.
ok little fun fact: now, the whole reason so many people got addicted to oxys was because purdue pharma (the company that made oxycontin) lied to the fda about how long their capsules lasted. they said they lasted twelve hours (so… twelve hours of pain relief), but they actually only lasted eight hours! so, someone takes their pills for the first time, they’re absolutely high (cause oxy is just heroin in pill form) for eight hours. of course, it works the first couple of times you take it, but after a while you build up a tolerance. most people built up a tolerance very quickly because they were being lied to about how long their pills lasted. that’s how most if not all of them got addicted… well also if you factor in the whole “heroin in pill form” part of it.
BUT, that being said, thinking about what we know now about redheads… i do wonder about mick. i know he said something in the resurrection of motley crue doc about how he was taking 18 pills a day for the pain. i know that was most likely a gross over exaggeration of the situation but it’s likely he WAS taking a whole bunch because of his high tolerance and the redhead thing…
OH ALSO coupled with the fact that he wasn’t just taking oxys either. he’s mentioned vicodin and lortab (another opioid i think), so add those to the mix. don’t know much about lortab, but i do know he was taking real high doses of that one too. i also think we should account for how high the doses of his medication were… cause that too probably has something to do with the “redheads need more sedatives thing” like, they might need higher doses as well. he probably needed to be prescribed higher dosages because he wouldn’t be able to feel a regular dose… of course it was probably better off he didn’t get prescribed those hard drugs in such high doses but… it makes sense now that i think about it this way.
ok i’m so sorry for yapping this much and in such an unorganized way, i’m actually way too mentally ill about the events of ‘04 and pre red, white and crue era tbh… like this might be embarrassing cause why does a girl need to know all the intimate details of such a tragically personal thing?? idk don’t sue me pls!!! i hope this makes some semblance of sense though, i did zigzag through the topic so much.
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jxwl4k · 9 days ago
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ flawless .𖥔 ݁ ˖
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☘︎ . . . genre. fluff
☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x reader
☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon
⤿ YN LN is the picture of perfection, brilliant, kind and impossibly talented. But behind her angelic smile lies a sharp tongue that she keeps hidden.
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YN LN was perfect—untouchably so.
Her hair always shone like it had been blessed by the heavens, her grades were flawless, and her quirk—a dazzling ability to manipulate light into solid constructs—was nothing short of extraordinary. Every smile she gave was met with sighs, every word she spoke carried a melody of grace.
And it drove Katsuki Bakugou absolutely insane.
“Why’s she acting like she’s some kind of goddess?” he muttered under his breath as YN entered the classroom. Her angelic aura seemed to glow brighter when she greeted everyone. “Tch. Fake.”
YN, having heard him, maintained her kind smile, but her inner monologue flared to life:
“Fake? Oh, I’ll show you fake, you spiky-haired gremlin. Just wait until I—”
“Good morning, Bakugou,” she said sweetly, cutting her own thoughts off.
“Tch.” He didn’t even look at her.
“This brat’s gonna pay for ignoring me in front of everyone! I was blessed by God—this kind of disrespect would NEVER happen to me. I choose not to accept it!”
Despite her carefully curated reputation, YN had a side to her that no one knew—a competitive, hot-headed, and downright foul-mouthed streak that she kept buried beneath layers of charm. The only person who seemed to bring it dangerously close to the surface was Bakugou Katsuki.
It all started during a routine quirk demonstration.
“LN, Bakugou,” Aizawa called, looking as tired as ever. “You’ll be paired up to test each other’s quirks. Bakugou, go easy on her. LN, don’t let his explosions overwhelm you.”
Y/N’s smile didn’t falter, but her eye twitched imperceptibly. “Go easy on me? What am I, a toddler? I’ll obliterate him.”
Bakugou smirked. “Hope you can keep up, ‘Golden Girl.’ Wouldn’t want to ruin that perfect image of yours.”
Her fingers tightened into fists at her sides. “Of course,” she said with a laugh, though inside, she was seething. “You’re WAY off, idiot! I’ll wipe that smirk off your stupid face!”
The match began, and YN summoned a glowing shield of pure light, deflecting Bakugou’s explosions effortlessly. She countered with sharp, whip-like constructs, forcing him to dodge.
“Not bad,” he admitted grudgingly, sending another blast her way.
She sidestepped it with ease, her tone smug. “Oh? Did you expect me to just stand there and let you win?”
For the first time, Bakugou looked genuinely intrigued. “Hah. So you’re not just a pretty face after all.”
“A ‘pretty face’? That’s all he sees me as?! This guy—UGH!”
YN’s next attack was less restrained, her light constructs slamming into the ground with enough force to shake the arena. The spectators gasped, but she quickly composed herself, her sweet smile returning.
“Oops,” she said lightly. “Guess I overdid it!”
Bakugou, however, saw right through her.
After the match, YN sat alone, meticulously cleaning her gloves. Bakugou appeared out of nowhere, plopping down next to her with his usual lack of grace.
“What do you want, Bakugou?” she asked, her voice as light as ever.
He didn’t answer immediately, his sharp gaze studying her. “You’re not like them,” he said finally.
She blinked. “What do you mean?”
“You act all nice and perfect, but when we were fighting, you looked like you were actually havin’ fun. Like you’re hiding somethin’.”
Her hand froze mid-polish.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her tone just a little too defensive.
He snorted. “Whatever. Just don’t bother pretending around me. It’s annoying.”
She watched him walk away, her heart pounding.
“That brat! Who does he think he is?!”
And yet, for some reason, she couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto her face.
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cursingtoji · 1 year ago
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ᥫ᭡ — EXECUTIVE AFFAIRS: In a cutthroat world of boardroom battles and power struggles, you must navigate ambition , corporate intrigue, and unexpected love affairs.
✧ PRELUDE
— contents: CEO!reader, construction worker!Toji, lawyer!Nanami, therapist!Geto, ex-husband!Gojo; power imbalance, sexual frustration, manipulation, use of 'darling', 'baby', 'dear' & 'boss', 4k words, on-going series
— note: osha is the occupational safety and health administration agency in the USA, even tho i'm not american seems easier to just say osha (also a fun word to pronunce)
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A young man opens the rear door of the Jaguar as soon as your driver stops by the construction site, “This way ma’am” you accept his hand, touching the cement with your stiletto first before getting out of the vehicle.
As scheduled you are heading to a meeting with the architect responsible for this particular project, a big one. Normally the CEO wouldn’t be involved in such routine visits like this, but you definitely don’t want to be like the previous CEO, who barely stepped out of his office for anything.
Besides, you have to make a good impression with the other directors that would be there today as well, and what better way to do that if not going to the construction site yourself, even though you clearly do not belong there given the way your heel wobbled as soon as it touched the uneven ground.
“Excuse me, miss” you’re stopped by a man twice your size — horizontally and almost vertically — extending a white helmet in your direction, “I’m sure that hair costed a lot and you don’t wanna cover it, but every person on site, even the ladies, ‘gotta wear it.”
You stand a bit shocked at the man addressing you like it’s not your last name on his uniform.
“Mr. Fushiguro, I should inform you that it’s your CEO you’re talking to” the boy beside you speaks up, he’s wearing a white helmet and the unknown man a yellow one.
“Great, so you are able to afford the OSHA fine if they decide today is a good day for inspection, but I’d rather not have another pointless safety training just ‘cause no one had the balls to tell you to protect your pretty ‘lil head” his expression doesn’t change a bit with the new information. You find that respectable, especially having so many people stuttering when talking to you.
If you were to say that you don’t get even a little bit amused by people being nervous in your presence Nanami would have to warn you about perjury. 
It’s quite a change to have a blue collar employee sticking to the rules and not batting an eye when the highest possible authority of the company is standing right in front of him, especially when that someone looks like he just got out of a sexy construction men calendar… not that you have ever seen one of those. That’s just what you think they might look like, plus that scar only adds up to fantasy.
You clean your throat, “I appreciate your work ethic, Mr. Fushiguro” you repeat the name so you won’t forget, “I wasn’t aware of the rules” you side-look the young man beside you who’s now staring at his own feet embarrassed since it was his duty to inform you.
“Call me Toji” you take the helmet and put it on, “By the way, you’re supposed to wear trousers too and… literally anything but that” he points with his chin to your high heels thinking how that alone was a safety hazard not just on a construction site. Toji leans closer “but I’ll let it slide, ‘cause you have quite beautiful legs.”
You are left mouth agape, internally appreciating that he didn’t say that out loud — after all being sexualized when you are trying to impose respect would require you to put a show and fire the man — but also makes you question if he was straight forward with you because of his work ethics or because he does not respect you as his superior. 
Not that you wouldn’t let him do disrespectful things to you, but still!
You’re taken to where the rest of the directors are, they’re easy to spot — a bunch of men in suits that clearly don’t belong to the place — surrounding a table with the blue prints. They greet you and you realize this is the first time you see all of them around a table and not sitting, poor guys must be dying for a room with AC right now.
It’s not like you belonged there either, with your tailor made beige suit that had a pencil skirt instead of the newly-discovered-necessary trousers and how-the-fuck-you-thought-that-was-a-good-idea high heels. But in your own defense you did visit a lot of construction sites when you first started at the company all those years ago and that’s much more than the white collar men in front of you can say.
The main architect starts to give you all an status of the project being interrupted by the senior engineer every few minutes, the last one clearly thinking he’s better than the first even though neither of them lifts a finger in this ground.
Your sight is drawn to the man that scolded you before, while the architect is pointing to something on top of the construction and everyone else is shielding their eyes from the sun to find it, you’re looking straight ahead to Toji who’s currently lifting an apparently very heavy sack of cement on his shoulder and taking it all across the site. God, he’s strong.
His handsome face shines with sweat, you’re sure the wife beater he has on also violates some OSHA code, but who would be crazy enough to report that? Not you for sure, the view is worth the OSHA fine.
Especially when he drops the sack with a grunt and uses the shirt to wipe his face, revealing a torso you’re sure Michelangelo would die to use as inspiration to sculpt into marble then having people saying ‘whoa that’s real art’. 
You wonder if someone would scream at you for touching that piece of art.
Unfortunately you don’t expect to get caught ogling by the subject himself. So the best thing you can do is find whatever the architect is pointing to and pretend to pay attention like you should have from the beginning instead of eye fucking one of your employees.
“Hey, boss” you hear on your way out of the site and back to your cozy office where you wouldn’t get your ankle broken that easily. You turn around and see Toji catwalking his way to you.
“Technically I'm out of the hazard zone, mr. Fushiguro” you justify your lack of a helmet which you ditched a few seconds ago.
“Toji” he corrects you, taking his own helmet off “and I’m not this uptight, unlike some people here today” he mutters the last part looking behind him to some of the directors that seemed to be looking for tiny errors on the project so they could fix it and justify being there.
“Well, what can I do for you?”
“I’m pretty sure you're being robbed.” 
“What?” you look around, “What do you mean?”
“You’re paying for double the stuff that’s actually being delivered” he took a sheet of folded paper out of his pants, you reach for it but he pulls it back, “I have proof and I can say names.”
“Did you say that to your field supervisor?”
“Please, who do ya think it’s signin’ under this?” he rolls his eyes.
“So you came to the CEO instead? You’re going behind some big backs here, sir.”
“Look, miss, I want a promotion, I know a lot of big shots will go down for this and I’m the only one capable of handling the people here. Besides I stand by what I said before, no one has the guts to do this so I’m taking a big risk and I deserve compensation” he hands back the paper and this time he let you take it. You stare into his deep green eyes suspiciously, the man has the looks of a fantasy villain with his sharp features and dark eyelashes, you're not entirely sure if you should believe him.
“Give your number to my assistant, we’ll schedule a meeting in the office, you tell me everything you know and I see what I can do about it.”
“In the office? Didn’t know you allowed commonores in your castle” he smirks.
“Only the pretty ones” you wink and his smile grows wider. 
“How long have you known about this?” Nanami questions.
“Not even 24 hours” you sit on your white couch signing for him to take the seat in front of you.
Your lawyer does that thing you find really hot where he unbuttons the coat of his five digit worth suit before sitting down. You admire Nanami’s elegance while he roams his eyes through the paper, he has a vest between the coat and the dress shirt. Navy blue suits him so well, matches his eyes. He makes you think every man should wear vests, but of course not every man can pull it off. Honestly, you find it hard to believe there's anything Nanami can’t pull off, but you haven't seen your lawyer without a suit… ever. 
Maybe he looks bad with a plain T-shirt? 
No way. 
Perhaps with an overall and cowboy hat? 
Mmm the image makes you wanna ride something. 
What about emo hair, eyeliner and a band tee? 
No, you can’t imagine Kento with emo hair, no chance he had a rebellious phase except if his parents wanted him to be a surgeon and he became the best lawyer in the city just to piss them off. 
“I’m glad you came to me first, but we’ll need to involve auditing and probably internal affairs. That’ll probably put the project on hold for some weeks, also I’ll need more evidence than this” he shook the one paper sheet that was merely a quotation of supplies even you could understand is way too much for a single building.
“I got the guy for that, say the word and Yuuta will arrange a meeting” you pointed to your assistant sitting outside.
“Tell me, dear” he put the sheet aside, taking that posture that intimidated you a bit, “A blue collar worker just saw your pretty self on the site and handed criminal evidence? Just like that?”
You open your mouth, thinking what to say that won’t sound like you are being taken advantage of, and failing.
“Oh darling” he says a bit too condescendingly for someone that technically works for you, “Thought I told you about being too naive” he leans on the couch, making himself comfortable like you’re about to have The Talk.
“Kento, is not like that” you cross your arms defensively, “He said he wants a promotion, how risky that would be?”
“Thought you would say that” he takes his phone and hands it to you, “So I did my own little research.”
“What’s this?” you find yourself looking at a picture of the man you met yesterday. 
Only now you could see tiny numbers behind him indicating his height and he held a plaque with his name. He looks way younger, still very handsome, you wonder how popular he used to be in his youth, with a face like that and the implication he was arrested was enough to make every girl’s bad-boy-dream come true.
“What was he accused of?” you ask out of curiosity.
“Not relevant, also sealed records” he breaks eye contact and that’s enough for you to understand he actually knows it and he did not get this information by any legal means.
“So what? The man got a bit of trouble with the law when he was young” you shrug, remembering even your ex husband had a little rich boy “criminal” file, if you can even call the dumb shit he did outta spite for his parents an actual crime.
“HR will find out about this, then you’re going to have to justify why you’re recommending a filled man for a managing position.”
“And I’ll tell them he actually found out about a theft scheme and whatever public-pissing crime he did will surely be overlooked.”
“Darling, you have to start thinking about your image, we’ve been through that before” he tilts his head.
“You don’t like my image?” you question playfully twirling your hair, Nanami smiles for a brief second.
“You know what I mean: your image towards the board, you barely made the votes necessary to be where you are today.”
Indeed, you owned the company and no one could take that away, but the CEO position needed to be voted and you only got the necessary votes because your ex-husband had the strongest voting rights and part of the divorce agreement was that he voted for you, so his, plus a few more other members of the board's votes and you made chief executive officer.
“Fine, then write a contract, he tells everything including testify if he has to in exchange of the supervisor position and I’ll pitch it to the board before any decisions are made” you uncross your arms raising from your seat.
Bringing the board into the conversation made you nervous, most of them don't like you and you’ve been trying to prove yourself for months. Even though you worked your ass off way before marrying the owner all they saw was a hurt ex-wife making pretend.
“Atta girl” Nanami raises too, buttoning his coat back and placing his hands on your tense shoulders. Nanami smells like what you think it should be every handsome lawyer's trademark scent, cause damn that smell would make you sign anything he gives you.
“Don’t worry much, you’re doing great” he presses a bit and you melt.
“Take me out to lunch?” you pout.
“I would love to” he lets go of your shoulder, “Unfortunately I have a hearing, but I'll be back for that meeting soon, okay?”
You sigh in defeat, getting even a few minutes of Nanami’s time for yourself is as hard as it can get, only a corruption scheme to get him to come to your office in such short notice.
“Ma’am” Yuuta says from the speakerphone, “Your ex-husband is calling” you groan, throwing your head back.
Of course he would want to interrupt your moment with Nanami.
“I can get you a restriction order” your lawyer offers jokily (or not).
Aside from being the company's lawyer, Nanami Kento was also your divorce attorney, which you managed to get only after agreeing to give him your company's account if he managed to land you the CEO position. Like everything in this merciless corporate world, it was give and take, you got what you wanted – not surprisingly so, afterall Nanami, even though is not a divorce specialist, is the best. Still, you like to think of him being more than another contractor of yours.
“I appreciate the offering” you smile tiredly, Nanami kisses your hand like the gentleman he is before leaving your office, “Yuuta, I’ll take him– it. I’ll take the call” you sit back behind your desk massaging your temple “Put him through.”
“Hello, beautiful” he greets over the speakerphone in that always so cheerful tone.
“Satoru, what do you want?”
“No chit-chat? It’s the least you could do for me after I gave you the company” entitled as always…
“You didn’t give it to me, you gave it up for the rest of your assets” you remind, already sick of this same discussion over and over.
When the divorce was officially on the table you told Kento exactly what you wanted: the company. The one thing you knew your ex husband would hate to lose, but also didn’t love as much as his lifestyle – which would be brutally affected if you decided to go for the 50% you were entitled to.
So through a carefully written agreement you accepted way less than you were owed in the form of full ownership of the respected construction company and title of chief executive officer.
“Six of one, half a dozen of the other. How have you been?”
“Fine. Just tell me what you want, I actually take this job seriously and have important things to do.”
Oh god, he would tease you so bad if he knew about the corruption scheme, and the worst part is that, eventually, he will know. Gojo has ears everywhere around here.
“Nanami” he says simply. You start to look around your office, wondering if he has cameras there.
“You… want… Nanami?”
“Yes, beautiful” he confirms slowly like he's talking to a kid that has just learned the alphabet.
“Why? You know what? Nevermind, I don't want to know. No, you can’t have him” you lean on your chair, denying Gojo gives you great satisfaction.
“It’s not for any bullshit reason, alright?”
“I don’t care, Satoru. Besides, I don’t own Kento, you can approach him anytime” you smile knowing he would never be able to do that without you.
“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” condescension drips from your phone and onto your desk, “He won’t represent me even if I run for president.”
“So you need legal representation? You’re not calling me from jail, are you Satoru?” you mirror his condescending tone, surely he can hear the smile in your voice.
“Thought you didn't care, or would you bail me out? Oh wait, I forgot, you don’t have the money for that” he laughs, arguing was never a thing with him, he would mock you and find a way to make you doubt your accusations. Gaslighting is it? “I’ll give it a shot, just so you know, but this is a great opportunity for you to ask something in return.”
“I don’t want anything from you.”
“Think about it, baby, I’m sure there's plenty of things I can do for you” his tone is lower, more seductive.
“Doubt it” you roll your eyes hearing his chuckle.
“Yeah? When was the last time you had–” 
You hang up.
Then sigh loudly and press the button to talk to Yuuta.
“Yes, ma’am?” you scrunch your nose, still not used to being called that, Nanami said you should let your sweet assistant call you ma'am or madam at least in front of others since you could use the recognition of your authority.
“Please put Geto on the line.”
“Certainly” you wait, stepping out of your heels and digging your toes on the fluff carpet under the table.
“Hi, doc” you salute your psychologist.
“Sugar, I told you there’s no need to address me like that, hurts my feelings” his honeyed voice is everything you need to hear in such stressful times.
“It does? Maybe you should see a therapist to talk about that, I have a great recommendation” you can’t help but smile like a little girl when talking to him, being playful is a way to cope with your harmless crush.
“Just great?”
“He’s the best, I can assure you” he laughs, “Do you have a few minutes?”
“For you, absolutely” your face warms up then you remember the subject of the call and cools down again.
“It’s Satoru.”
‘It’s always Satoru’ Geto thinks.
“He just called wanting something, I told him no and he made that same old joke about me not having money” you huffed.
“And how do you feel about that?”
“Helpless? I don't know, he must think I’m poor now or something” which is ridiculous, you’re not nearly close to his patrimony as you used to when you were married but what you have is still fuckload more than what it takes to be considered poor.
“He’s trying to remind you of what you lost when you left him, this is just another manipulation technique, my love. Don’t let him get in your head” you need this as a mantra to hear every time your ex-husband calls, “Did he bring up sex this time?”
“No, but he was about to.”
“And what did you say?”
“Hanged up” you hear him snorting.
“Well, that can work on the phone, but what if you were talking face to face? What would you have done?”
Geto knows a lot about you. Obviously since you pay him to listen while you ramble and complain. Still, feels overwhelming having someone recalling your previous actions, especially the ones you're not exactly proud of.
“Tell him to shut up, throw a stapler on him, call security, threaten him with a restriction order.”
“Would you really?” Geto likes to take a joke you make and dig on that.
“Well, probably not the last two…” 
“Have you been looking up restriction orders?”
“No, that was a joke my lawyer made early. A restriction order would be too… bureaucratic? Also unnecessary, afterall Satoru he never physically hurt me or threatened to.”
“That would be a good way of making him leave you alone for a while since you're not able to fully detach from him” you sat up.
“That's not true! I’ve been doing everything by myself lately, don't even have time to think about him! I’m detached, doc.”
“Wanna know what I think you would have done if he made that sexual comment face to face with you?” you gulp and Geto takes your silence as consent to continue, “I think you would let him go forward with it.”
You make an offended sound but don't fight his statement, “And what would happen next?” he tones the question like a professor trying to make the class complete a sentence, you keep your head down and mouth shut, “You would’ve let him sweet talk you into sleeping with him again.”
“You don't know that” you murmur.
“It’s a pattern, love. This is how abusive husbands keep their wives from leaving them or even telling anyone about the abuse. They use sex to make them think how good it is to be with them despite everything else.”
“Satoru was not abusive.” you defend your ex-husband firmly, “And I already left him!” you defend yourself less firmly.
“And he still thinks he can have you back! You know why?”
“Because I’m a catch that he shouldn’t have cheated?” Geto stays quiet for a few seconds and you feel a lump in your throat forming. The comment was supposed to sound more like a joke but you're still too hurt for that , clearly.
“That as well, but you really think he regrets it?”
“He seemed pretty sorry in the divorce mediation” you murmur recalling his lost-puppy expression.
“The meeting where he signed a paper that would make him lose his company and his wife? Gee I wonder why” the little sarcastic remark made you smile and shake your head, your psychologist using sarcasm against you is quite funny, “My point is, if you really want to be independent from him you ‘gotta stop letting yourself be attracted back like a magnet” you let his words sink in hearing some papers being ruffled on his side.
“I’m giving you homework.”
“Oh no…”
“Find your sexuality by yourself, you can watch porn, masturbate or even better: have sex with someone. Anyone but Satoru, because right now that’s what he’s using to control you.”
“Geto, I don’t know about this. Porn is too gross, masturbation is too ineffective and sex is too…” you trail off.
“Vulnerable?” he completes.
“I guess…”
“It’s been a few months since you last slept with Satoru, right? What’re you feeling?”
“What do you mean?” you rub your face.
“You know what I mean” he's strict and you let out a long sigh.
“I feel frustrated, sometimes stressed and distracted” all caused by the men you have to deal with including the handsome psychologist putting some sense in you. Not exactly what you wanted him to put in, but oh well…
“Exactly, in your current state it’s only a matter of time until you end up on his bed. You gotta decide if you are willing to: find porn that is not gross, masturbate more effectively or let yourself relax and be vulnerable.”
Is easy to like Geto Suguru, he’s handsome, has a sweet voice, he listens without interrupting (manterrupting is a big no-no for this job thankfully). Though sometimes it’s easy to hate him too, you have to remember he's saying what you need to hear not what you want to, even if your ears could use some tickling from time to time.
“Still with me?” he asks after you remain quiet.
“Yes, doc” he says your name in a warning tone, “Sorry, Suguru.”
“All good for our appointment next week?”
“Hm” your thoughts go to the newly found out corruption scheme that will need your attention the following days, “I’ll ask Yuuta to confirm with your secretary alright?”
“Whatever works best for you, love.”
“Bye, Suguru.”
“Don’t forget your homework.”
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note: i’m not sure if tickle the ears is a known term worldwide but means “saying or suggesting things to please even if untrue”. also i have some big plans for kinktober so next chapter might take a little while to be posted, let me know your thoughts <3
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munariplans · 1 year ago
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cold | natasha romanoff
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synopsis: AU to the spidey!reader and natasha series, wherein a bad argument leads to unsaid misunderstandings and forever guilt between natasha and her love, just before christmas.
natasha romanoff x spidey! reader
word count: 2.2k words
warnings: major character death
a/n: i have to emphasise that this is an AU for these two once more, or i fear i may not make it out alive for christmas from your wraths as well...
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cold had been the one word you would describe the look in her eyes, as she told you to get out. to get out, if it made you happier going out on that stupid mission than spending time at home with your family. that stupid mission that no one could deny was not only dangerous, but life-threatening. but you were confident in your abilities. you knew that if anyone could survive it, you could. you also knew that bringing the stolen artefact home could add a nice year-end bonus that would chip in heavily to the new play room that was being built for your son. 
you didn’t mention any of that to natasha, of course. she was already enraged enough as it is, standing by the christmas tree the three of you had decorated together. your son was a greater help than you, she would say, as you carried him on your shoulders and allowed him to choose where he wanted to hang the ornaments beside natasha. you remembered those moments fondly. 
“get out then,” she bit harshly, “get out on that stupid, godforsaken mission if you have to. i could care less about trying to convince you otherwise anymore. it seems that whatever i say these days doesn’t even matter.”
“nat, of course what you say matters.”
“you don’t love me enough to have it matter.”
“how can you–”
but she had put up a hand to stop you. it was enough. she had sighed deeply, and began walking back to the bedroom. it was late, and your son had a preschool play the next day. natasha needed to get up early to put his costume together for him. 
you didn’t see a point fighting her. maybe you should have. maybe you should have gone up to her, wrapped your arms around her, and told her just how sorry you were. that you weren’t going on the mission anymore, because it would be going against her wishes, and you loved her too much to disrespect her like that. maybe things would’ve been different then. 
what you did instead, was sigh irritatedly as well, and began packing up for the mission. getting dressed in your spider suit underneath plain clothing, you slipped your mask into one of the pockets on your jacket. the pendant with natasha’s photo inside of it hung snugly on your neck; your good luck charms. 
natasha watched you enter the bedroom, equipping your web shooters and packing the last of your things. she didn’t say anything. when you were finished and shot one last longing glance to her, she clenched her jaw and looked away. she didn’t want to be the one to give in first. she wished she had. she wished she had just put her ego down, and hugged and kissed you goodbye. it would have alleviated so much of the regret, and sorrow, that she was feeling right now. 
you nodded understandingly, swallowing a particularly difficult breath. coming a little closer, you noticed natasha not flinching when you moved. so you took the chance to kiss her on the cheek, and murmur i’ll be home soon in her ear. she gave a nonchalant grunt and drew the covers over her face. 
but natasha still cared. she cared so much that it hurt; it was inane for her, just caring for you. and so when you left the bedroom and made your way across the hall to your son’s room, she followed.
she watched by the door as you woke him up gently, leaning down to smile at him as he sleepily reached out for your voice in the dark. you held his hand, calling him your little warrior, and then, you leaned down and whispered, just enough for natasha to barely make out, “take care of your mama for me while i’m gone, okay? just like we talked about, my warrior.”
his hands imitated your own when you shot your web shooters; the spider pose, he would say, as you chuckled. you kissed him gently on the forehead then, and tucked him back in. 
“when will you be back?” he asked, eyes wide as he saw your mission supplies. 
you smiled sadly at him. “just in time for christmas, i promise.”
“pinky promise?” he let out his pinky, you interlaced it with yours, nodding. 
natasha disappeared back into the room before you could see her, her own eyes red and brimming with tears. she heard the click of the front door a few seconds later. she wished she had never allowed you to leave that night. 
– 
it had been a mistake; a miscalculation on your part, which led to a mistake with even graver consequences than you had realised. you had slipped in the wet snow running from the enemies, allowing them to catch up with you. just enough for a clear shot.
the first few seconds after the initial gunshot felt broken, silent in the freezing air of the night. your breath was still ragged, desperate to flee, and your reflexes had been working perfectly fine. then came the second, and the third, and you knew something had gone very, very wrong. 
you let go of the artefact, and zipped away out of sight. 
ending up at a rooftop just near the park, you could hear the confused shouts and demands for the enemies to find you. but you knew, that while you were not safe up there, you were hidden. stumbling as you landed, you scrambled to feel just where you had been shot, and why the bullets weren’t deflected from your near-bulletproof suit. you cursed when you felt that they had been designed to mimic the density of arrows instead. 
“oh my god,” you hadn’t realised just how much blood was pouring out of you. you reached out for the wall beside you, but soon enough, standing proved to be too arduous of a task, as you crippled to your knees. your hands drawn back were doused in blood, and you finally felt just how piercing the wounds were, exposed to the cold.
you lay on your back. rolling over onto your back was all you could manage. the lightheadedness was coming quickly; you were so cold, everything hurt. you had tried pressing your hands against the wounds, but even more hot blood coated them while doing so. under the moonlight, the blood appeared thick and black, almost like molasses. 
the crippling fear that you were going to bleed out before anyone could find you began to set in. and through your short, panicked, breaths, you felt something slip out of your pocket. the blood had made the grip in your suit slippery enough to allow your phone to slip. 
there, the wallpaper of natasha and your son shone bright against the dark backdrop of the night. you shut your eyes, summoning the last of your strength to grip it and bring it closer to you. your fingers slipped as they pressed down on natasha’s number from muscle memory. your vision had gone blurry by the time you managed to press the phone against your ear. 
the tone rang once, twice, then, “hello?”
her voice was always sweet like honey. the thought of bleeding out before you could hear that voice for another day would have filled you with the rage of dying, but you had no energy for it any longer. you were so very, very tired. and so very, very cold. 
“hi, my love.”
natasha moved the phone to her other ear. you rarely called her during missions; you had always feared for her safety. there was the soft pitter patter of rain in the background of where you were. natasha didn’t know that in the rain, the water and blood was slowly filling up your lungs. 
“what’s wrong?” you hated how she knew there was something amiss. her voice already carried an air of concern.
you cleared your throat. “nothing. i just needed to hear your voice…how have you been?”
“it’s only been a week, baby. nothing much has changed since you left.” natasha would regret uttering those words just a few minutes later.
you smiled. “t-that’s good. how was our boy’s play? d-did he outshine the others, like i said?”
“he did, he was easily the best one there,” natasha cooed, her other hand ruffling your son’s hair as he played with his toys while waiting for natasha to complete mission reports in the compound. “he misses you so much.” 
“tell him–” the line crackled as the rain beat down harder on you, “–please tell him–that–that i miss him too.”
the troubled feeling in natasha’s gut only grew bigger. “i will. baby, is everything okay over there? is the mission…okay?”
you drew a ragged breath that natasha didn’t miss. “yeah, yeah of course. mission’s perfectly fine. like i said…i just wanted to hear your voice.”
there was a beat of silence, as natasha held her tongue and you hoped she wouldn’t detect the fading in your voice. it hurt to breathe by then. 
“nat?”
“yes?” she responded immediately. 
“i’m sorry, nat. for going on this mission. for going against your wishes. i’m sorry–” the line crackled, “–that i made you feel small, or your opinions unvalued. you know that…you know that your opinions always matter to me. and–” 
you had drawn up a cough, wet and bloody. “–and i’m sorry for all the times i never made you feel as loved as i should have. i’m sorry for not loving you enough, as you told me. i regret everything about that argument we had, you know. i love you so much, i don’t think i could fathom…the idea of losing you.”
“it’s alright, baby, it’s really alright,” natasha had moved from her office to the main comms room, paging for an emergency meeting, “i forgive you. and i said some nasty things i didn’t mean too. i hope you forgive me as well, and we can move past it, together. i love you too, you know.”
“yeah, i do,” your eyelids were drooping, “thank you.”
natasha could hear the footsteps of the others by then. “baby, are you sure everything is alright? should i call for help? where are you?”
“no, no,” you begged, “please, i’m alright. just stay on the line with me, please.”
“i’m not hanging up.”
you let out another bloodied cough. this time, it was hard to deny that natasha couldn’t hear it, because it had launched you into an even worse state, your suit beginning to grow heavy on your bones from the water and blood. there was no hope by then. 
“nat?”
“yes, sweetheart.”
“it’s just me and you here, right?” you looked up to the moon, wondering if it was the same one she was staring at right now.
natasha shut her eyes in pain, gripping the table before her. fury’s hand wrapped over hers, as the team gathered around her. they had already begun tracing your call, and the avengers were suiting up. “...just me and you.”
you were wincing between every word, “the drawer below where you keep your winter coats. our son’s christmas present…and yours. i–don’t think–i can make it home for christmas on time. will you help me break the news…to him? i’m sorry.”
natasha let the tears run freely then. they had found you. and she had seen just the state you were in. “baby, please. why are you–”
“–please?” natasha shook her head. this cannot be happening. “nat, please?”
“okay, okay,” she reluctantly agreed. whatever to keep you awake. “in exchange, can you…can you hold on for a little while longer? i’m coming, baby.”
you let out a soft exhale as you smiled. “i love you nat. i always have, and i always will.”
“i love you too. so please, can you–”
“–do me a favour, nat. don’t. don’t try. just please…please stop crying for me?”
she had wanted to scream. she had wanted to scream, to find you and shake you so hard that you would wake up and realise that you were killing her just by dying too, and that she had wanted to slap you so hard for even daring to ask her not to cry. but she also wanted to hold you, to hug you and kiss you, and have the opportunity of feeling your touch once more before she said goodbye. she didn’t want this to be the way it all ended. 
she didn’t know how she was going to survive without you. her blood was running cold and she was pacing back and forth in anxiety. the team didn’t dare interfere with how she was dealing with the impending loss of her wife.
your voice was drifting further and further away. you were dying. 
“i have to go now, nat. please forgive me. please forgive me. and please kiss our son goodnight before bed tonight for me. thank you for everything.”
the phone dropped, and natasha’s world stopped. her son would not only know that you weren’t coming home for christmas, but you weren’t coming home at all. and she would know that had she just convinced you a little better, loved you a little harder, you wouldn’t have gone on the mission. and she would still have you by her side for christmas. 
cold had been the body they found right outside yours and natasha's shared apartment. cold had been natasha’s heart the moment she saw you again, the life in your eyes gone and the guilt in her heart needling itself into grief. 
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casssmalefantasy · 6 months ago
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some people on here defending jada’s behavior is crazy to me?? i wouldn’t be surprised if most of the ones defending her aren’t even black themselves, but since some of you don’t understand why this is an issue..i’ll explain it!
WHY ARE PEOPLE ATTACKING JADA?
for jada to get on a live stream (knowing people will screen record) and laugh while two white males make jokes on black women is disrespectful and disgusting behavior. idc if the “jokes” he made abt angel weren’t that bad, yall should know by now that the way #that family treats angel is weird and rude. he then goes on to make comments brittney that was disgusting. she sat there and instead of her putting a stop to it..she laughed in her shirt like a dumbass.
WHY ARE YALL MAD? IT WAS JUST JOKES!
no it wasn’t. everyone should know by now that the experience that brittney griner went through is nowhere close to funny. she has opened up about her experience in russia and how traumatic it was her, for him to make jokes abt that is DISGUSTING. then for him to comment on the fact that her kid called her “pops”?? like why tf does that matter?
JADA LOOKS UNCOMFORTABLE! SHE DIDNT LOOK LIKE SHE WANTED TO BE THERE!
if jada was truly uncomfortable by their behavior..she should’ve apologized by now for how they acted and condoning it. instead she turned of her comments…so no she doesn’t seem that sorry!
WHY IS CAITLIN BEING BLAMED? WHAT ABT PAIGE AND AZZI FOR Q MAKING REPOST ABT ANGEL?
nobody is putting full blame on cc, but those are the people she surrounds herself around. her family / family friends have been making comments abt angel for months and will not stop talking abt her. as a public figure..she needs to tell them that they need to be careful on what they say because it will reflect on her. even if she didn’t say those comments, she never feels the need to stand up and say something or at least stop it? in terms of Q reposts on tiktok… this goes back to her not being media trained correctly. that is not to excuse her actions, but she needs to be media trained and clearly isn’t, which isn’t any of the teams fault but hers. unlike q, paige has actually shown support to angel, the community, and black people. cc remains silent and says she’s only focused on “the game” how can you not see the difference? q, jada, and those two white men are fucked up, but let’s not forget that #that family has been attacking angel for months and has caused more damage then q’a stupid ass tiktok repost ever will.
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cosmowgyral · 13 days ago
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A Beast's Drink~ Christmas Special Story
𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒐 & 𝑨𝒛𝒆𝒍
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This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird.
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One winter day, as Christmas was nearing in Benitoite….
Azel: I knew about the Christmas celebrations, but this is so gorgeous and wonderful. It smells like money.
Silvio: Is this okay? A God is celebrating the birth of a God.
Azel: Is that a problem? I always have had faith in you, Prince Silvio.
Silvio: That was not what I was talking ‘bout.
Silvio: Even so…ya still ain’t drinking alcohol.
Azel: I don’t drink alcohol, but I am having juice in a wine glass to show my respect to the God of Wealth.
Azel: Please allow these fine alcohols to be offered to the God of Wealth.
Silvio: We’ve prepared the offerings and everything else.
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Silvio: Also, if ya wanna show respect, stop calling me that. That’s downright disrespectful.
Silvio: So, what do ya want?
Azel: What do you mean? 
Silvio: Ya came all the way here at this time of the year. There’s gotta some reason behind it.
Azel: Christmas
Silvio: Huh?
Azel: I came to see the Christmas celebrations.
Azel: It is something that does not happen in my country.
Silvio: Hah, a God himself is inspecting the religious festivities of some other country? It ain’t easy being a living God.
Azel: Oh I am serious.
Azel: In Tanzanite, my birthday celebrations are somewhat similar to the Christmas celebrations here.
Azel: But unfortunately, we do not expect the same amount of commercial benefits as Christmas.
Azel: In that aspect, Benitoite’s Christmas is truly splendid.
Azel: It encourages consumption of cakes, alcohol and other lavish meals, and also stimulates the desire of purchasing things under the pretext of ‘gifts’.
Azel: Especially when it comes to seasonal foods and items. They are the ones of most value as customers always rush to buy them.
Azel: There’s no reason to not have this.
Silvio: You’re the same old greedy bastard.
Azel: And that’s not all.
Silvio: Huh?
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Azel: On the surface you’re a billionaire, but on the inside, you’re a kind-hearted man like Santa Clause..
Azel: Seems like this God, who has a philanthropic spirit and abundant wealth, distributes presents to the poor every year.
Silvio: ….....
Azel: You understand what I mean, right?
Silvio: Is this it? A new threat?
Azel: Not at all. It's just a simple request.
Silvio: Sorry, but Santa Claus only gives presents to ‘good kids’.
Silvio: In other words, you aren’t eligible for the distribution.
Silvio: In a lot of ways..
Azel: ………
Azel: That really hurt me. I am a very good and merciful God.
Azel: I don’t think I’ll be able to recover from this unless I receive compensation.
Silvio: Huh? A good person? You?
Silvio: Ya sure know how to use your words. You should quit being a God and become a con-man instead.
Azel: When Prince Silvio says that he wants me to become his personal con-man, it makes my heart waver.
Silvio:  Don’t let it waver. The hell’s a personal con-man anyway?
Azel: He’s like a supreme blessing, always by Prince Silvio’s side, granting him protection, money, and gifts.
Silvio: He seems like a curse.
Azel: Saying God is a curse….is it okay if I demand double the compensation?
Silvio: Sure, by all means.
Azel: I would appreciate a Christmas gift then.
Azel: Good things come from showing your devotion to God. For instance…
Azel: The true identity of Benitoite’s Santa Claus will remain shrouded in mystery forever…
Silvio:  Hah, you’re asking for hush money?
Azel: You are actually having trouble, aren’t you? Some of the kids seem to have noticed.
Azel: I can protect their innocence by wrapping them in dreams. It’s not a bad deal.
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Silvio: Ya really are perceptive.
Azel: I have a principle of never missing out on big-money opportunities.
Silvio: Fine. I’ll give ya the gift ya want, so work hard to make up for it, my personal con-man.
Azel: As Prince Silvio wishes.
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This is my first translation of a full story so there might be mistakes here and there.
I hope you guys enjoyed reading and re-blogs are appreciated! ♡
Video credits: @otomehoneyybearr
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lovecoree · 1 year ago
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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — 𝐊𝐓𝐇
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pairing: painter!tae x black fem!reader
synopsis 🎱: taehyung doesn’t tolerate your attitude, especially when he’s not in his right mind for his next painting. punishing you is the only way for you to know he’s serious about that.
warning: SMUT ! mdni , oral ( m receiving ) , filming ( with consent ofc ) , huge d!ck tae ( yes this is a warning ) , reader is black coded , dom!tae , brat!reader , brat taming , let me know if there’s more !
a/n: this was an anonymous request, also my first time writing smut so it’s probably trash, but hope you enjoy
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Taehyung was an amazing artist, the art ideas he had in mind came easily to him, wrist moving swiftly as he painted on a blank canvas, but today was a bad day for Taehyung. He couldn’t seem to stay focus nor come up with ideas that seemed new and interesting. Everything looked the same leaving him more angry and destroying countless of canvases— left ripped or thrown all across the room.
Taehyung was busy mixing up paints in a container with aggression, grey sleeves pushed up and veins protruding on his hands and arms, and glasses on the tip of his nose. He was pouring his anger out on mixing that he didn’t hear your footsteps nearing the door, not until your voice stopped all his movements.
“You’re still going at it” Your voice came out in a sarcastic tone as you took in the sight of the messy room and your boyfriend standing in the middle. Your voice got stuck in your throat when taehyung only turned his head and not his full body, eyes boring into yours as his expression was blank. “What do you want.” His cold tone was nothing new to you, you knew Taehyung can be cold towards you— or anyone when he’s angry about his work not coming out the way he wants it to be, but that doesn’t stop you from letting your true sarcastic comments slip out from time to time.
Your feet thud against the marble floor on purpose as you moved closer towards Taehyung, slightly kicking the half used canvases out of your way. Taehyung hated when you thud your feet, always telling you to pick your feet up when walking. He eyed your movements before slowly looking up at you with an intense look— a warning look that you did not take seriously. First mistake.
Folding your arms over your chest, wearing nothing but Taehyung’s grey shirt that’s oversized on you. “You’ve been in here for five hours, you promised me you’ll only be in here for two hours tae.” Which he did promise, the sincere promise he made right after giving you a kiss. Taehyung sighed as he fully turned his body around to face you. Small container and paint brush still in his hand tightly.
“Y/N sometimes promises are meant to be broken, you’ll be fine. I’m busy.” His blunt comment made you mad as you rolled your eyes. He didn’t tend to be harsh with his choice of words, but the lack of creativity and your sarcastic tone was making him annoyed. “Then why the fuck did you make the promise in the first place tae?” Taehyung jaw clenched as he looked at you with a hard glare. The bratty behavior and talk back is something Taehyung never liked, especially when you cuss. “What I say about cussing?” Taehyung stepped closer to you, towering over your body, but you wouldn’t waver. Second mistake.
“Boy I don’t care what you said, it’s my mouth. Now like I said fuck you make��” The gasp you let out as Taehyung finally broke his calmness, throwing the container of paint and paint brush on the floor— thank god it was washable paint. He gripped your neck pulling your body closer to his as you looked up at him. “Baby I told you I don’t tolerate disrespect or you cussing me out, apologize and I’ll let it slide.” Taehyung’s tone was deep, deep to the point you felt your panties start to dampen.
The look he gave you was telling you to utter something slick again, so what you do? Utter something slick again. “I’m not apologizing for shit.” Third mistake.
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“That’s it take it all.” Taehyung groaned deeply glancing down at you as he gripped the back of your neck holding you still as he fucked your mouth. Loud gaging noises was music to his ears. “You look so pretty with my cock down your throat.” He smirked loving the sight of your tears pooling down to your puffy cheeks, spit and precum glistening on your chin and down on the floor, balls slapping on your chin repeatedly from Taehyung’s hard thrust.
“can’t bitch now, can you?” Tilting his head back, gripping the wooden table from behind him tightly as he bucked his hips. You looked up at him as you tried your best to breath out your nose, griping his thick thighs to slow his movements. “Nah, be the brat you wanted to be and take it.”
Taehyung’s girth had your mouth stretching painfully, but you enjoyed it. His tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly as you moaned around his length sending vibrations to taehyung’s cock causing him to moan. “Fuck baby, just like that.” He loved seeing your eyes filled with tears, made him weak in the knees. “S-Shit baby let me record you being good for me, hmm?” You nod your head yes as Taehyung stopped his thrust.
You could finally catch your breath as Taehyung slipped out your sore mouth. Cock drooping low from being to heavy to stand on its own. You hear him unlock his phone and pressing the record button. Gripping the base of his cock you stick out your tongue to let him slap his fat red tip on it. Pretty wet eyelashes blinking up at him as he slide back in, going back to his brutal thrusting.
Taehyung gripped the phone tight as he looked at the camera catching the pornographic scene. Biting his lip trying hard to suppress the smirk seeing you gag around him as he held you in place, nose hitting his freshly shaved pubic bone as he stuffed his cock down your throat. What felt like minutes he finally let go of your head causing you to pull back completely. Taking a huge gasp of air as spit connected from his swollen tip to your now puffy lips.
“You look a mess pretty.” You whimpered looking up at him breathing hard. He wanted to ruin you completely as punishment. Normally he would edge you on, but since you ran your mouth so much he decided to put it to good use. “Cock drunk already?” He slightly tapped your face with his free hand before gripping your jaw to look up at the camera.
“Apologies for being a brat baby and maybe I’ll go gentle.” Your hands rubbed up on his thighs as you looked up at him so pretty. “I-Im sorry for being a brat, it won’t happen a-again tae.” Voice practically raspy from the stretch, Taehyung smiled. “Good girl, finish me off.” He moved his hand from your jaw, allowing you to finally take control. His cock felt heavy in your hands as you jerked him off placing him back in your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth.
“Oh my— fuck you’re amazing.” To be honest this is exactly what Taehyung needed, from all the pent up stress he had today, fucking your throat was the only option in his mind to release it. “Fuck baby I’m close.” Taehyung’s moans turns into whimpers as you pulled away to jerk him off faster sticking out your tongue.
“shitshitshitshit.” Taehyung’s jaw dropped as his eyes rolled back, stomach caving in as thick ropes of his cum splattered all on your tongue, lips and cheeks. You looked pretty to him.
Taehyung turned the recording off, placing his phone on the table behind him. He watched as you scooped the remaining cum off your cheeks and lick your fingers clean.
“You are truly amazing baby.” Helping you up off the floor Taehyung kissed you passionately, tasting his own bittersweet cum. The kiss was sloppy yet loving. “No more distractions, ok?” Placing a harsh slap on your ass you smiled. “Ok.” You giggled as he picked you up bridal style carrying you to y’all shared bedroom.
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winchesterwild78 · 2 months ago
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An Unexpected Friendship
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Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Reader’s daughter, Jensen’s children
Warnings/Trigger Warnings: Domestic Violence, Language, mention of death
A/N: This is a short story written in collaboration with @cheekygirl2309. In this story the reader is a widow who has a 4 year old daughter. She’s dating a very abusive man, so she enrolls her daughter in preschool to keep her as shielded as possible. At the preschool we find her daughter has made friends with a set of twins. At pick up one day the reader realizes the parent of her daughter’s best friend is none other than Jensen Ackles. A friendship forms, and decisions are made after a particularly nasty fight with her boyfriend. 
No disrespect to Jensen or his family. This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life.
*This chapter sets up the story-it’s a bit long due to this.*
Minors DNI 18+
You sat on the side of your bed rubbing your arm, trying to get the sting of the pain to go away. Another night, another argument with Robert, your boyfriend. You’d only been dating about 9 months, and at first everything seemed perfect. You felt the sting of the tears fill your eyes 
Knowing how much he hated when you cried, you fought to keep them at bay. Crying after he hit you only made things worse. You were thankful, however, your four year old daughter, Jazmyne was already in bed. 
You did your best to keep her shielded from the violence that plagued your life now. Your late husband, Josh, was a kind, gentle man. He wouldn’t lift a hand to you and was an amazing father to Jazmyne. Josh was so gentle that if a spider got into the house he’d scoop it up and carry it outside. He died unexpectedly after a workplace accident. Your heart was irrevocably broken when the two of you lost him. 
Now Robert was in your lives. You met him at a house party and he swept you off your feet. The first time he hit you, the two of you were arguing and things got heated quickly. Then he slapped you across your face, drawing blood from your mouth. You made him leave and told him it was over. 
For almost a month you kept him at bay. Then loneliness, apologies and manipulation took over. You took him back. Things were fine, and then a switch flipped again. 
The latest fight was over dinner. You’d come home late from work and he was mad because dinner was late. After picking Jazmyne up at your friend’s house you decided to stop and grab a pizza. When you got home, he was there and became angry when he saw the pizza box.
“What the fuck is that?” He growled as he motioned to the box. “It’s dinner, and I’ve asked you not to use that language in front of my daughter.” He stepped closer to you and grabbed your chin hard, “I’ll talk however the fuck I want you stupid bitch!” You jerked your face away and set the box down. 
Looking at Jazmyne you spoke softly, “Go play while mommy gets your dinner ready, okay?” Your beautiful little girl nodded and bounded down the hall to her room. 
You grabbed a plate for your toddler and started to cut up her slice of pizza. “You’re a lazy fucking whore, you know that. What kind of mother doesn’t cook for her family?” You ignored him and kept getting Jazmyne’s food ready. 
He grabbed your arm hard, pulling you around to face him and causing you to drop her plate. “Don’t you fucking ignore me. I asked you a question.” “Robert, I’m not in the mood to fight with you. I think you should leave. I’m exhausted and I need to get Jazzy ready for dinner and bed. I don’t have time to deal with this.”
You tried to pull your arm out of his grip, but it was too tight. “Let me the fuck go!” You yelled. 
Robert got in your face, his eyes dark with anger, “I’ll let you go when I feel like it. You belong to ME!” He let go of you, grabbed some food and went to sit in the living room. You walked towards Jazmyne’s room and found her crying.
You ran in and got on the floor, “Oh baby, what’s wrong?” “He hurt mommy.” She softly said. You scooped her up and held her tight, knowing you needed to make a change before it was too late. “I’m okay baby girl, I promise. Let’s go eat our pizza and we can play with your new bath paint tonight.” 
She smiled wide and nodded. You took her into the kitchen, put her at the table and got her a piece of pizza. You cut her slice and grabbed you one too. You noticed she kept looking towards Robert and you could see the fear in her eyes. You knew exactly what you needed to do. 
After dinner, you got Jazmyne in the tub and she played with her new bath paint. She talked about her new friends at preschool and how much fun they were. You had recently put her in preschool to help her socialize and to shield her from the crap between you and Robert. 
“So, Jazzy, what are their names?” You asked her as she excitedly talked about her new friends. “Arrow and Zeppy, they are twins, well his name is Zeppelin, but everyone calls him Zeppy.” She said with a smile on her face. You almost choked on air. There was no way these children are the children of the man you’d pined after, Jensen Ackles. You’d been a fan of his for years and watched everything he was in, at least twice. You were heartbroken when you heard his wife died during childbirth. She was giving birth to the twins, and there were complications. 
Jensen disappeared from public life after the death of his wife. He still acted on Supernatural, but his appearances in public and at conventions stopped. It wasn’t until recently he had started to make sporadic appearances and going back to conventions. 
After her bath you got her ready and into bed. Walking into the living room you saw Robert sitting on the couch. “We need to talk.” You said as you walked in. He looked up from his phone and his jaw clenched. 
“I’m going to record this conversation for my protection and yours. I don’t want any confusion as to what is being said tonight.” You told him as you hit record on your phone and he scoffed.
“I deserve better than to be with someone who puts their hands on me. My priority is my daughter, and she always will be. I don’t want her to grow up thinking it’s okay to be hit or grabbed by someone who says they love her. I want you to leave, and not come back. I’m not doing this anymore. We aren’t good for each other, so this, (you motioned between the two of you), is over.” 
Robert sat silently. The eerie silence sent a chill through your body. He sat up and started to speak low, “If that’s what you think, then I guess there isn’t anything I can do about it.” “That’s what I’m saying. I need your key.” He pulled out his keys and took the house key off his ring. Then he stood up, grabbed his stuff and left. 
You let out the breath you were holding and quickly went and locked up the house. You called your best friend and told her what happened. She was glad you finally kicked him out. “Do you need me to come over tonight?” She asked. “No, he left his key, so I’m sure it’s going to be okay.” You reassured her. “Okay, well I’m proud of you, if you need me, let me know.” “I will, I love you girl.” “Love you too, bye.” 
Hanging up you grabbed your pajamas and went to take a shower. Climbing in you felt the pain from Robert’s abuse. You cried. Your tears mixing with the water that cascaded from the showerhead. 
After your shower you climbed into bed and scrolled on your phone. You found yourself on Jensen’s Instagram page, smiling at the pictures he’d posted of himself and his children. A new post popped up and it made your heart flutter. It was a picture of his twins and he captioned it with “These two are rocking their first year of preschool. Zeppy has a new little friend he talks about all the time. He said she’s a princess because her name is Jasmine.” Your eyes went wide, was he talking about your Jazzy? You smiled and put your phone down, falling asleep.
The next morning you got Jazzy up and ready for school. On the drive there she was really quiet. “Jazzy, baby, what’s wrong?” You looked in the mirror and met your daughter’s big green eyes. They were full of sadness and fear, “I’m scared mommy.” A frown formed on your face, “What are you scared of baby?” “Robert. He hurt you.” “Oh baby, I’m okay. I made him leave. He won’t be back. It’s just you and me now.” A small smile formed on her face.
Getting her out of her seat at the school the two of you walked hand in hand towards the entrance. Your daughter squealed in excitement and dropped your hand, taking off towards two children. “Arrow, Zeppy!” She squealed. The two children turned around and smiled, running towards her. 
You continued walking and made it to the very excited children. Hugs were exchanged and giggles filled the air. Then there he was, Jensen Ackles. He chuckled as he walked up to you and the three children, “Oh this must be the little princess.” You smiled as your eyes met his. He extended his hand, “Hello, I’m Jensen, and these two are mine, Arrow and Zeppelin.” You extended your hand to shake his hand, not realizing there was a bruise on your arm or on the side of your face. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N and this little one is Jazmyn. I’ve heard so much about your children from her. They are really sweet to her.” 
You noticed his eyes kept scanning you and that’s when you noticed the bruise. You pulled your arm back and felt the embarrassment fill your cheeks. Zeppelin spoke up, breaking the silence between you and Jensen, “Daddy, can we have a playdate after school? Pleeease.” The three children were looking up at Jensen and you. “Well, how about we plan something for the weekend, that way you three can have longer to play, I mean if it’s okay with you.” He looked at you. “Oh absolutely. Besides, I have to work late today and Jazzy will be at her Auntie Nichole’s house.” 
Jensen grabbed the twins’ hands and started to walk towards the door, “We probably should get them inside.” He gestured. “Yeah, don’t want them to be late.” 
After saying your goodbyes, you and Jensen walked towards the parking lot together. “Hey, Y/N. Let me give you my number so we can work out the details of the playdate, and if um, you need anything, please call me.” You offered him a soft smile, “That would be great, Jensen, thank you. I know Jazzy will love it.”
The two of you said your goodbyes, and as you started to walk away Jensen stopped and called your name. “Hey, Y/N.” He stepped closer to you, “He’s an asshole and you don’t deserve that. I promise we aren’t all like that. If you need anything, please call me.” “Thank you, Jensen. For everything, and just so you know I made him leave and broke up with him.” Jensen smiled and lightly touched your arm, “good”. 
Hours later your shift was done. Nichole had picked Jazzy up from school and she was going to bring her home later. You pulled into your driveway and walked in your house. Putting your stuff down you decided you’d take a quick shower before Jazmyne got home. 
Getting out of the shower and getting dressed you walked into the living room and turned on the television. Just as you sat down the doorbell rang. You thought it was Nichole with Jazmyne, but you were wrong. Standing in front of you with eyes full of rage was Robert. 
“Robert, what the hell are you doing here?” Before you could get an answer he came into the house and punched you across the face. You fell to the ground and he started kicking you and punching you. 
You put your hands up to defend yourself and screamed and cried for help and for him to stop. After what felt like hours, he finally left. You laid on the floor, bleeding and in so much pain. You found the strength to grab your phone and pushed the call button. 
“Hello?” The voice on the other end said. You were in and out of consciousness. You started to speak weakly, “Help me…” “Y/N!? Is that you? It was Jensen. You accidentally called Jensen. “Y/N! Answer me, what’s wrong?”
All you could get out was “Jazzy.” Before you passed out. Jensen hung up, called the headmaster at the preschool and told them what happened. They told Jensen they would call 911, he asked for your address but they wouldn’t give it to him. 
Panic filled his body. He called Jared and had him and Gen watch the kids. He was heading to the closest hospital to wait to see if you were brought there. 
The ambulance arrived and Jensen saw you. He tried to get the nurse to tell him what was going on with you, but she wouldn’t give him any information. He paced the waiting room floor and tried everything he could think of to get someone to give him information. 
About 30 minutes later he saw Jazmyne come in with a woman who was close to your age. Jazmyne immediately saw Jensen and ran to him. Nichole tried to grab her, but she was too quick. 
Jensen scooped her up and she threw her arms around his neck, “Hey Jazzy, are you okay? You’re not hurt are you?” Nichole stepped closer, “Oh hi, um how do you know Y/N and Jazzy?” “Hi, I’m Jensen. Jazzy goes to daycare with my twins, and that’s how I know Y/N. She and I just met today, but I’ve known Jazzy.” 
Nichole stretched her hand out, “Hi, I’m Nichole, Y/N’s best friend. Do you know what happened?”
“Not really. She called me and all she said was “Help me, then she said Jazzy’s name. I didn’t know her address so I called the headmaster and told her what happened. I can only assume this was her ex’s doing. She told me she kicked him out.” “She did, but I think he came back over tonight.”
Just then the doctor came out. “I’m here for the family of Ms Y/L/N” Jensen and Nichole stepped forward. “Hi, we’re her family. How is she?” “I’m Dr Fitzpatrick and I’ve been treating her. She has multiple lacerations, some broken ribs, a broken nose and orbital bone, and lots of bruising. She was beat up so badly we have to put her in a medically induced coma to help her body heal. She will be in it for a few days.” 
Jensen and Nichole gasped, “When can we see her?” Nichole asked softly. “You can see her one at a time, but I don’t recommend you take her in there.” The doctor nodded. They both nodded, “Nichole, you go and I’ll stay with Jazzy.” 
Nichole nodded, thanked Jensen and walked to your room. About 30 minutes later Nichole was walking back into the waiting room with red, puffy eyes.
Jensen walked up to her and gave her a hug. She sobbed into his chest. “Jensen, she looks so bad. How could anyone ever do something like that to her. She’s such an amazing person.” Jensen just held her tight. “Do you mind if I go see her?” He asked softly. She shook her head. 
As Jensen walked down the hallway his heart rate sped up. When he saw you laying in your bed, bloodied, bruised and broken his heart ached and anger filled his body. Robert had to pay. He sat beside your side and held your hand, “Hey Y/N, Jazzy is safe. We need you to get better. I can’t plan that playdate by myself.” He chuckled as he held you tight.
Before he left the room, he leaned over and kissed your forehead. He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but he felt the need to do it, “You’re safe Y/N, and so is Jazzy. I promise you both will be safe.”
Jensen walked back towards Nichole and Jazzy. He gave Nichole his number and told her if she needed anything, or any help with Jazzy to give him a call or send him a text. She nodded and said thank you. 
Jazzy clung tightly to his neck, and Nichole had to pry him off. Jensen stepped closer, “hey, Jazzy, maybe Auntie Nichole can bring you over tomorrow afternoon so you can play with the Arrow and Zeppy, would you like that? She nodded wildly, “Okay, see you tomorrow then.” 
Then Jensen was gone. A few hours later, when she was sure you were out of the woods, she and Jazzy left for the night. 
She was worried about you, but Jensen, oh Jensen was worried about you, Jazzy, and wanted to hurt Robert for hurting you. He couldn’t shake the feeling, but drove home. 
You were left laying in the bed, listening to the sounds of conversations and unable to react or speak to them. You heard Jensen, felt Jensen, and above all you felt his emotion behind his voice. That was something you were thankful to have heard and felt, at least that and Jazzy gave you something worth fighting for. 
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soxcietyy · 9 months ago
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helloooo !! i have a request 4 Yuta (if ur taking requests) can u do brat tamer yuta x reader plss?? <33
Reasons
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"Hey keep it down will you? I’m not in a good mood and my head is pounding." Yuta says as he hold his head.
You were currently arguing with someone over the phone about something being misplaced. You’ve been at it for twenty minutes and it didn’t seem like it was ending anytime soon. He had told you to quiet down a few times by now but you managed to get louder each time.
"Fuck you, I know you took it! You always take my things because you won’t admit you wear makeup!" You sigh.
Yuta had just finished training and revived a heavy blow from Gojo not too long ago. That leaving him with the worst headache ever. He had to visit Shoko for a check up just for her to tell him to rest up.
"Do you know how expensive that was? Why you little piece of fucking shi-"
"Who in the world are you talking to like that with that mast mouth if yours." Yuta cuts in your sentence.
"Maki! She stole my concealer and won’t admit to it! Yuta tell her to give it back." You whine.
Yuta rolls his eyes and grabs the phone from you. He didn’t know whether he was spoiling you too much just because you were a year younger her that him.
"Hey Maki sorry about y/n. Yea I know you didn’t take it. Don’t worry I will scold her about that. Have a great night." Yuta hangs up and throws your phone on the bed.
He turns to look at you with his arms crossed. "Y/n you shouldn’t be talking to people older than you like that. We’ve talked about this."
"Your taking her side? What the fuck, you always do this. You always taker her side over mine! You obviously like her more than me because you’re always dick riding her. Like it’s not fair at all, if you’re not gonna get my shit back for me then get out of my face." You say angrily trying to push him out the door.
Obviously your attempts did nothing to him and he stood in the same spot.
"You’re really going to move on from disrespecting her to me? You really want to get it huh?" Yuta pulls you by the arm as he puts you over his lap.
"All you do is whine and whine. Crying over a stupid makeup product that I can always buy you again. I’ll give you a real reason to cry." Yuta says as he pulls your bottoms down.
At the end you were being held by him as if nothing had just happened. It’s just like he spanked you until you were begging him to stop by telling him sorry. He tries to make up look at him but your too mad to even see him.
"No more attitude okay? I only like girls who are nice and respectful."
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honeybubbledivination · 6 months ago
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Loyalty of your Future Spouse or Significant Other 💛
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(Could be your current situation with someone you plan to marry or a POSSIBLE future person.)
Please use your own discretion and discernment. This is for entertainment purposes only. I do not offer medical or legal advice.
[Obvi, major tw for infidelity. Mentions of narcissistic tendencies/personality, gaslighting. Unhealthy relationship themes.]
Pick an image to determine your reading! Options go from 1-3, left to right!
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Pile one:
‘loml’ - Taylor Swift
‘Still’ - Noah Kahan
‘Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus’ - Taylor Swift
Obligatory note for each pile that ‘the hidden truth oracle’ cards are basically quotes. These are things that they are saying, have said, or will say. It can also be the progression of their thoughts leading up to their frame of mind from the beginning of the connection to the end or current standing. Take it as you will!
‘Love Oracle Cards’ by Beach Time Soul: Not Today, Soulmates, Girl Talk, Heartbroken, Boat, Healthy Choices, Keys on a Ring, Love Call, Ascending, The Chaser, Mask, Girl With a Snake, The Dragonfly
‘The Hidden Truth v2’ by All Things Intuitive: I can be myself with you. // I am recovering. // I am in a committed relationship. // Will you ever make things right? // I can’t be with you. // You broke my heart. // We don’t share the same values. // I don’t know why this happened. // I don’t know what comes next.
‘The Love Oracle’ by Simplistic Mystic: Ghosted, Unfinished Business, Wedding, Proposal, Fated Meeting, Travel, Date, Magnetic Attraction, Family, Finances, Divine Intervention, Unexpected, Storm Warning, Between The Lines, Crossroads, Break Up
‘The Hidden Truth Oracle’ by All Things Intuitive: I want you. // I love you. // I want to feel that way again. // I hide behind material things. // So many things remind me of you. // We both know I am not the one for you. // I left you before you could leave me. // You and I were too young. // You were the best thing in my life. // We need to let each other go. // I can’t stop thinking about you.
Welcome Pile One! I have a heavier reading for you. If your intuition lead you here and you’re read to see the truth, strap in. It feels like the person you’re asking about is someone you’re already with. You’ve been with them long enough to talk about marriage and kids and seeing the world together. But, they’re a liar. I’ll just be upfront about it, no point in having more than one person in your life beat around the bush with you. They’re emotionally immature and have in fact cheated on you. They will never admit it because of their ego, but that’s why they ghosted you recently. They’ve had a one night stand with someone and it’s reminded them of a time or situation where they weren’t very honest with you in the past about someone you considered family. They’ll lie about it if you confront them, but the guilt is eating them alive. You may be close with their family or they’re close with yours. This could be a union that everyone seems to support because you may have helped this person heal, or at least act like they are. But, while you’re at home holding up the foundation, they’re out doing God knows what with God knows who. You should’ve trusted your intuition from the start, but that’s okay because divine intervention is more than just having something randomly come into your life or leave it. Divine intervention is when anyone or anything is in your life for a reason, season, or lifetime. No matter if you decide to stick by this person and let them continue to treat you poorly or if you break it off, they’re in your life for a reason. A lesson of heartbreak and realizing your worth. Would you let anyone treat your family or friends like this? If the answer is no, you need to look in the mirror and realize you not only disrespect yourself when you accept less than you are worth. You’re disrespecting your family and loved ones. Past, present, and future. Now, this person will expect you to pick up the pieces time and time again while they keep breaking everything. And they’ll blame all of it on you. If not to your face, then behind your back with whoever they’re messing around with. Love is not about push and pull, it just exists. It’s not meant to be fought for within the dynamic. It just exists. It’s simple. I hope you realize this and dump that loser. God bless you, honey bee. Drop that idiot before they ghost you. If they’re gonna talk crap, give them a reason to.
- Bunny 🍯💛
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Pile Two:
Bad Guy Billie Eilish
So Long, London - Taylor Swift
Casual - Chappell Roan
Obligatory note for each pile that ‘the hidden truth oracle’ cards are basically quotes. These are things that they are saying, have said, or will say. It can also be the progression of their thoughts leading up to their frame of mind from the beginning of the connection to the end or current standing. Take it as you will!
‘Love Oracle Cards’ by Beach Time Soul: Love Call, Separation, Palm Tree, The Grim Reaper, Karmic Relationship
‘The Hidden Truth v2’ by All Things Intuitive: I don’t want to let you go. // I hide my feelings. // I still have feelings for you. // I know you don’t feel the same. // I don’t know what comes next. // We don’t share the same values. // You inspire me. // I feel so happy with you. // I saved your texts and messages. // Your intellect arouses me. // I feel the sexual tension. // I’m not financially stable.
‘The Love Oracle’ by Simplistic Mystic: Player, Grass Is Greener, Single, Between The Lines, Healing, Mystery, Regret, Heartbreak
‘The Hidden Truth Oracle’ by All Things Intuitive: You were the best thing in my life. // I can’t stop thinking about you. // I left before you could leave me. // Sometimes I stay awake thinking about you. // I will wait for a sign from you. // I bury myself in work to forget you. // Just being near you is intoxicating. // I remember every detail of that day. // I look for you everywhere. // My life is not as together as it seems. // I want you.
Hey, Pile Two! Now, this pile felt like you’re not actually with this person currently. Maybe you had a fling with them or dated once upon a time and you’ve been thinking about them. Maybe people thought you’d end up together, but you never really did on official terms. You’ve been thinking about them a little bit lately, I wouldn’t say too much. Just here and there. And they’ve been thinking about you, too! But, this person is not your FS or SO. They’re a karmic relationship meant to test you to see if you’ll grow from what feels comfortable to what is really meant for you. What’s meant for you is being left as a surprise for now. This person doesn’t love you like you love them. They have an infatuation with you because you’re so kind and sweet to them. They like everything about you, but I wouldn’t say that they have feelings for you. They feel like you should be theirs, but they don’t want to actually lay claim by dating or marrying you. Not when they could have sex with whoever they want while they’re single. I don’t think they’d cheat on you if you abandoned your healing journey and where to reach out to them, but I think they’d do everything in their power to make you despise them, so they could validate cheating on you. This person is not loyal to you. They’re loyal to their ego and their sex drive. Find yourself and know that being single is a blessing itself. Stay strong, honey bee! Love and light!
- Bunny 💛🍯
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Pile Three:
I Miss the Misery - Halestorm
Kiss U Right Now - DUCKWRTH
Missing Limbs - Sleep Token
Obligatory note for each pile that ‘the hidden truth oracle’ cards are basically quotes. These are things that they are saying, have said, or will say. It can also be the progression of their thoughts leading up to their frame of mind from the beginning of the connection to the end or current standing. Take it as you will!
‘Love Oracle Cards’ by Beach Time Soul: Soulmates, Love, Lightning, Seduction, Abundance, Engagement, Passion, The Dragonfly, Boat
‘The Hidden Truth v2’ by All Things Intuitive: I don’t know what comes next. // I would do it all again. // Your intellect arouses me. //I compare others to you. // I can’t get enough of you.
‘The Love Oracle’ by Simplistic Mystic: Liquid Courage, Truth, New Love, Proposal, Magnetic Attraction, Date, Soulmate, Legal Matters, Intuition, Crossroads, Unfinished Business, Healing, Regret, Heartbreak
‘The Hidden Truth Oracle’ by All Things Intuitive: I love you unconditionally. // I feel you even though we are apart. // I want to tell you how I feel.
Hey, Pile Three! Finally! A light hearted one! The other two piles are in a heavier energy and having to decide to heal or to go back to what’s comfortable. You could be a healed and clean slate version of pile one or two! Good job healing, baby bee! This person I’m seeing for you loves you. But, you need to make sure you’re all healed from those past situations because the person or people from the past will try to come back and sabotage your happiness. So, stick to your guns and stay with the person that makes you feel safe and doesn’t make you nervous or scared. Choose stability, honey bee! This one was definitely shorter, but you’re on the right track! Keeping healing and stay on the right track! Good love and luck!
- Bunny 💛🍯
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Bunny’s Note: Thank you for buzzing by, busy bees! This reading was a doozy, but I think it’ll help a lot of you move on and be more realistic about stuff. Just make sure you’re doing what’s best for YOU. No one else matters. You are the center of your own universe. Heal your world before worrying about anyone else. If you’d like to book a private reading about more concerning this reading or anything else, pm me! I don’t do readings about medical or legal stuff!
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sheluvv-gambino · 1 year ago
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Can you do a 42 miles x reader. He has a crush on her and she’s really bold don’t give no fucks so, when they meet he’s rude and she gives back that same energy. 😂
Spitfire.
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A/N: I hope i served your vision justice, anon!
pairings : e-42 miles morales x black fem!reader
summary : It dosen't matter who it is, you refuse for any man to put fear in your blood. Yes, that includes Miles Morales.
warnings : cursing I guess?
You had been at the school for maybe a month and yet you had still not bumped into the infamous Miles Morales. Until…
bang!
Your shoulder collided with something hard. Well someone with brick like muscles that was just standing in the middle of the hall staring at something you didn’t know and didn’t care about.
“What, you don’t know where your going or something…?” The figure spoke.
You looked up to see a tall brown skin with a screwed up face glaring down at you.
“Who the fuck are you talkin’ to right now?” You exclaimed. I mean the audacity of this guy right now. “Ion know about you but where i’m from we don’t stand in the middle of a crowded hall like you don’t got a clue where your supposed to go.”
You walked away in a prideful step.
Your mother raised you better then to take any form of disrespect.
But from that whole interaction with Miles you were oblivious to the fact that the reason Miles had stopped was because he was caught up texting Ganke about how he should approach you. You caught his eye the moment you stepped in with your Jordan’s that were identical to his. So when your shoulder collided with his he didn’t want to act like a total fool and stare at your astonishing eyes, instead he acted defensive as he does with everyone else. What he wasn’t expecting was you to rebuttal by cussing him out then walking away with not a single look back. Yeah, he was certain that he was going to fall in love with you somehow.
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It was about about an hour after school on a Friday and your new found friend group had invited you out to a basketball court where the most social interaction happened between people your own age.
Obviously, there was a game going on the basketball court.
Miles seemed to be involved with it.
So whilst he was playing you got the chance to admire him.
As much of a dick you truly thought he was, you couldn’t help but stare at the way his two cornrows shaped his sharp features. He was quite attractive but you wouldn’t dare to admit it considering he clearly didn’t know how to move out of the way when in the hauls.
Miles was just about to shoot when he looked to his left and saw you staring at him. He couldn’t seem to break the eye contact that you both held. In result he missed the basket and got a chorus of…
“…Milesss!”
“C’mon man!”
“How’d you miss that, Miles?!”
He really didn’t care even that he may have jeopardised his teams end result of the game.
“Hol’ on i’ll be back later.” He muttered as he dropped the ball and drifted to where you and your friends were.
His teammates looked around to see where Miles lost his head because there was no way Miles would ever walk out of a game just like that.
Your friends were all looking around to see who Miles was headed too.
When Miles sat beside you on the bench your friends all decided to act like 3rd graders and start with the “Oooh!”.
You glared up at him before he decided to speak.
“Before you decide to cuss me out again, I just wanted to apologise for acting like a dumbass and talking to you crazy.” Miles said as he put his hands up in surrender.
A small grin graced your lips. A man that actually apologised like a gentlemen, something you hadn’t seen in a long time.
“We’ll i accept your apology. My names Y/N Y/L/N.”
“I know. I’m Miles Morales.”
“I know.”
6 months later…
You and Miles were cuddled up in your bed back at home as a your favourite movie played in the background.
“Y’know I had a crush on you before we actually met in the hall.” He whispered as his thumb stroked your skin on your shoulder.
You moved your head up against his chest and looked at him longingly as a signal to continue.
“That’s why I stopped in the middle of the hall…I was asking Ganke about how to approach you. And then you cussed me out for no reason!”
“Uh uh, I had to put you in your place for giving me attitude.”
“Mhm sure, guapa. OW!”
You looked down to see your cat (Simba) playing with Miles’ foot by biting and gnawing on it.
“Aww Simba is finally showing you love!” You giggled.
“Yeah, whatever.”
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daisyblog · 2 years ago
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Caught
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Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Harry’s relationship is exposed after a photo of them kissing is leaked. Written in Louis' POV. Warning: swearing
Louis POV:
EXCLUSIVE: One Direction’s Harry Styles caught kissing bandmate’s sister
One Direction charmer Harry Styles has been pictured kissing his bandmate’s sister, YN Tomlinson, at Harry’s childhood friend's University party that the pair attended together last night. Students who were at Jonny's party said “They really seemed to have a connection and only had eyes for each other”. Another student said “They were enjoying themselves, laughing and joking together..were even dancing together”. Harry and YN were then seen getting into Harry’s car where he drove her back to her hometown. Whilst we think the pair are sweet and clearly enjoying themselves, what we want to know is…What does Louis think about his bandmate and sister locking lips?
“I’M GONNA FOOKIN’ KILL HIM” I shouted as I slammed my phone down in front of me on the table.
“Louis..what’s wrong?” my mother questioned as she stood behind the kitchen counter prepping mugs of tea for my grandparents who were sitting opposite me at the dining table. “HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?” showing my Mum the article I just read and the photo attached. She only glanced at the photo quickly and continued making tea. “Oh no..no..please don’t tell me you already knew” I could see it on her face, she knew because she was not shocked, it was like she had already seen it.   “Louis..” my Mum began to speak. “No…this can’t be happening” I said with a sarcastic chuckle. “Where is she?”
“Look..I’ve been trying to sort this out all morning…do you think I wanted to be up half the night with my daughter sobbing in my arms ‘cause she thinks her brothers gonna hate her” my Mum spoke “Just please…calm down for a moment..and let's talk about this without the screaming and shouting..yeah?” “Louis…come and sit with your Nan and me a second son” Grandad interrupted. I went back to my original position and slumped in the chair and crossed my arms. My Grandad’s voice interrupted my thoughts “Okay..so you’re going to sit there a moment..without interrupting me..okay?” “Yeah” “Okay..I understand you’re angry” I interrupted him with a huff “..but answer me this..do you ‘onestly think Harry would risk the band and your friendship if he didn’t like her?” I thought about it and he was right, Harry wasn’t a nasty lad, in fact, he’s the one who tries to look out for everyone and always makes sure they're okay “No” “Does he talk about other girls..does he bring them back to the flat..is he disrespectful?” again, the answer was no. Even when the other boys were talking about their girlfriends or girls they liked Harry would always just sit there and listen. My Grandad’s voice spoke again “I’ll take your silence as a no…have you even considered that maybe they’re meant for each other…ey?” at these words, I looked up and saw my Mum and Nan give me a slight smile. “Okay I get your point…doesn’t mean I’m ‘appy ‘bout it though” I spoke. “Just promise me this” Grandad spoke again “when YN walks through that door…don’t scream, don’t shout, don’t assume anything…please just listen to her…Harry too” I thought about it and took a deep breath “Yeah..fine I promise” Feet are heard coming down the stairs and a couple of seconds later YN appears, walking very sheepishly. I’m given a warning look by my Mum and before I say anything YN’s voice is heard. “Lou..I’m so sorry..I really am” she said with tears threatening to spill from her eyes. I rub a hand over my face because I hate seeing my sisters upset. “I-I…w-we…we never meant t-to hurt you” she sobbed. I got up from my seat and walked over to her, opening my arms as my feet took me to her “Come ‘ere” and she wrapped her arms around me and sobbed into my chest “shh..c’mon it’s alright…I-I’m just shocked that’s all” After YN had calmed down a little and stopped crying, she joined me and our grandparents at the table. “Look..I can’t say I’m ‘appy ‘cause I’m not..but I just need some time to think okay” “I am sorry Lou” YN apologised again. “I know you are…where’s Harry now?” I asked. “He went back to London after the party last night” she explained. “So…is it serious then..you know..you like him?” YN nodded “Yeah..he’s really nice Lou…you should know that” she said with a slight grin. “Yeah…he is…I am gonna talk wiv him though..you know that” “Just listen to him Lou...’cause he’s actually terrified he’s messed up…not just wiv you but with me too”
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I walked up to mine and Harry’s shared flat, having just driven almost three hours back from Doncaster. I put the key in the lock and opened the black door. I close the door behind me and kick off my shoes. I take a deep breath before I walk slowly towards the lounge door, as I was in Harry lifts his head from his hand where it was leaning on the arm of the sofa. “Louis” he began “L-l-look I’m…I don’t know what to say..but I’m sorry” I sat down on the sofa opposite him and leaned my elbows on my knees “I’d be fookin’ lying if I said I was ‘appy…but I’ve had time to think on me way ‘ome…and I’m tryin’ to do what’s best for me sister” “Is she okay?” Harry asked with worry written all over his face. “Uhh..yeah she’s okay…just a bit upset by the whole thing” “I’ve fucked up man” He said and buried his face in his hands. “Do you like her..like is it serious..or is just a phase?” I needed to know for sure. “Lou..I-I would never have risked this if I didn’t like her…I don’t how to describe it but..I can promise you it’s not just a phase…I’d never want to hurt her or you…you’re my best mate and I just wish I’d have told you and you didn’t find out like this” he rambled. “Harry” I spoke “If you hurt her..I will hunt you fookin’ down...now come ‘ere” I spoke as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “I’ll look after her Lou..I promise” he squeezed me tighter “thanks for not punching me too..I’ve been waiting for it all morning” he said with a grin. “The band needs your handsome face…otherwise I would ‘ave” I joked. --- As I was walking back from Zayn’s flat where I’d been for the evening, watching football and filling him in on the situation, my phone buzzed in my jean pocket. YN Thank you for listening to Harry. I really am sorry Lou! I’ll phone you tomorrow, love you lots xxx I began tapping my fingers against the screen, adding the nickname I used to call her when we were younger. LouisI love you Tiny xx
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filmofhybe · 1 year ago
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Could I request for Enhypen? Enha & their s/o shopping/on a date and someone comes up to flirt with their s/o in front of them. And the person is actively ignoring Enha lmao
shopping date interference
pairing : ot7! x reader genre : fluff warning : jealousy , arguing , disgusting comments towards reader , swearing. 1023 words
a/n : skl is tmr i have never wanted to skip so bad. But is okay I got jungwon’s lip balm that will get me going. I also wanna cry cuz aot has officially ended. I’m not ok.
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희 승 heeseung + 박종성 Park Jeongseong + 성훈 Sunghoon
the ones that seems like they won’t notice at the very beginning. But they knew it since the beginning. For example, they would be paying for the stuff you want while your just standing behind them. Than suddenly a guy walks towards you and start flirting with you. You absolutely ignoring him and just wish they finish paying FAST. They obviously know he’s there, eardropping all the disgusting flirtatious comments they are making towards you. Wants to punch them so hard and won’t hesitate even if they are in a store. Because you deserve to get treated with respect and love. Drags you out after threatening them.
“Babe I’ll pay for this, just stay close with me alright?” He said as he walked towards the cashier. You trailing behind him because he said to stay close to him.
Your thoughts was interrupted as a stranger approaches you. “Hey gorgeous how’s your day?”
silence.
“Aww don’t ignore me bubs. Your so cute bet you’re just shy.”
silence.
“don’t be shy around me I don’t bite.”
silence.
“That would be $456 sir.”
“Aww look at your little man paying for you! I can get you some stuff as well if you want.”
“I hope you shut that disgusting mouth of yours and leave my girlfriend alone.” He says as he grabs your hand, ready to leave.
“Wow calm down I was just offering her things!”
“Well she clearly doesn’t want the stuff your offering.”
“Why are you talking for her?”
“Maybe cause she’s scared of you? If you can’t stop talking, maybe we should take it somewhere else and it’s not gonna end well for you.”
He judged that disgusting man before taking you out of the store.
“Are you alright baby? I’m so sorry I didn’t step in faster I’m just so furious that people are talking to you like that.”
“Is okay love. I just don’t want to give him attention so that’s why I ignored him.”
“Such a good girl, that’s why you deserve everything I’m getting you today and my love forever.”
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にしむら りき Nishimura Riki +정원 jungwon
these two boys would be so confused what’s going on. Let’s just say they are jealous but they put their whole trust on you. They would 100% step in when it gets too far. But you would just drag them away because you think they are being super disrespectful, the way they are ignoring your boyfriend and the disgusting comments towards you. Nah they are basically disrespecting both of you. Clueless babies that just stares at you afterwards but acts all cuddly because they heard the stuff they said about you.
“Hey cutie how are you?” a random guy just came up to you. Catching you off guard. Your boyfriend was aware of the guy’s presence but he wants to know what he’s going to do before stepping in.
You never answer him because no man deserves your attention besides your boyfriend.
“Hey stop ignoring me. I just want to know you more!”
“Maybe a drink or something? Will that get me to know you more?”
“Maybe we can even go shop around that cute lingeri-”
“Are you blind or are you just going to ignore u have a boyfriend? You basically disrespecting both of us?”
“Babe I’m not? I’m just tryna chat you up. You boyfriend aren’t even-”
“Maybe just leave us alone? My girlfriend clearly doesn’t want to talk to you.”
“Fuck her she’s being a bit-”
Before he can even finish his sentence, you dragged your boyfriend away. Storming off while anger is building inside of you. No one is going to disrespect you while your just trying to have a chill and relaxed shopping date.
“I’m so sorry he’s being disrespectful towards you. He can clearly see I have a boyfriend. Ugh I hate man sometimes.”
“You hate man?”
“Well you get what I mean but it’s never going to be you love…”
“This is why I love you and I put so much trust in you.”
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선우 Sunoo + 심재윤 Sim Jaeyun
The ones that would make fun of him. Icl they would start making fun of him until it gets too far. They would go full on protective mode. And the fact they know he’s ignoring their presence makes his blood boil. Starts spitting out curse words at them making them take back everything they had said. Starts laughing again after you guys are out of his sight.
“Hey lovely you free?” Another day another man coming up to you. You were sick and tired of it atp because you clearly have a boyfriend, that your currently in his arms.
“Did he just came up to you wobbling and ask are you free?” Your boyfriend whispered into your ears making you chuckled before focusing on the guy that’s in front of you both. You clearly having a uninterested expression in.
“I hope that’s your brother beside you cuz your really cute, especially the skirt your wearing.” Okay that’s when he cross the line cuz why the hell is he looking at your skirt?
“That’s my boyfriend not my brother.”
“But is it okay if I get your number? Just as frien-”
“She just said im her boyfriend do you need your ears fucking checked? What the actual fuck is wrong with you..?”
“I actually don’t need a check up I just want her num-”
“Your clearly ignoring my boyfriend’s presence and I rejected your offer so no.”
Both of your blood was boiling as you walked pass him. Bumping into him as you both left him speechless and embarrassed.
“BABE STOP DID YOU SEE HIS FACE?”
“NAH WE CUSSED HIM OUT GOOD?!”
“This is why we are meant for each other.”
“Always love you know we do the funniest things together.”
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its-time-to-write · 1 year ago
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No disrespect to daddy jamie but childfree girlies want some crumbs too😩
Maybe reader and jamie babysit pheobe for a day and reader sees that jamie’s really good with her and she’s like oh fuck he probably wants to have kids of his own in the future. So inevitably she has to bring this up and she tells jamie that she doesn’t want to have children half expecting for relationship to end here but jamie’s being cool about it and it’s all good
If that’s too much feel free to ignore the details… i’ll settle for anything atp💌
Haha here you go! I forget that I have intense and incurable baby fever pretty much 24/7, and most people can’t relate😅
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family that i chose
Jamie is really good with Roy’s niece, Phoebe. It’s sweet to watch them run around and antagonize each other, and usually you enjoy seeing them laugh. You love the way Jamie can unwind and seem truly carefree.
You’re not enjoying it today.
No, you’re sitting in Keeley’s backyard with a worried, far-off expression firmly affixed on your face. You’re so far off that Keeley has to call your name three times before you snap out of your thoughts and look at her.
“Where’s your head at?” she asks. “You look like someone killed your cat.”
You shake your head. “It’s nothing. I mean, it’s probably nothing. It’s not a big deal.”
Keeley settles into the chair next to you and leans toward you conspiratorially. “Roy’s got at least twenty minutes left on dinner, and Phoebe looks like she’s got a good handle on Jamie. Go on, spill!”
You shake your head again. “I just- he’s so good with her. And yeah, I like Phoebe. A lot, actually. Jamie does too and we’ve been together awhile, and it’s only a matter of time before he starts talking about having kids.”
Keeley nods, encouraging you to go on.
“I don’t want that,” you say bluntly. “I don’t want kids. I like them well enough, but I know that I know that I don’t want any of my own. I’m perfectly fine being the cool aunt who gets to send them back home to mum and dad at the end of the day. I have my own life and my own career, and I don’t see kids factoring in at all.”
Keeley asks, “So what’s the problem?” because she knows you’re ramping up to something.
You say, “I don’t want to break up with Jamie,” and Keeley nods.
“You think he’s going to dump you because you don’t want kids and you think he does.”
You slowly nod your head. “That about sums it up.”
“Have you even talking to him about it?”
You don’t respond and Keeley interprets your silence correctly. “Well then why the fuck are you worrying about something you don’t even know about? Just talk to him, babe! It’s not as scary as you think it is.”
You’d disagree. It is scary. You don’t want to lose Jamie, but you think it might be better to lose him sooner than later. Why form more of an attachment to someone who’s inevitably going to leave? —
You are decidedly not sober, but you’re also not drunk either, you’re just a happy, buzzing mix so the car ride from dinner back home is bubbly and golden. Jamie’s got some playlist on and you’re holding your hand out the window, threading it through the wind.
You’re upstairs brushing your teeth next to Jamie when you blurt out, “I don’t want kids,” then clap your hand over your mouth. That was not supposed to come out right now.
Jamie stops mid-brush and looks at you. He says, “The fuck?” all garbled through a mouthful of toothpaste.
Your face feels hot.
“I- I don’t want kids. I’ve thought about it before, and I don’t.”
Jamie spits out his toothpaste into the sink. “What makes you think I want them?” he asks, and the question is genuine.
“You’re so good with Phoebe,” you say. “Other footballers have families. Just look at the Beckhams.”
“Babe,” Jamie replies, “just because I like Phoebe doesn’t mean I want a kid. I want you, whatever that looks like.”
You say, “Oh,” in a small voice and Jamie laughs.
“Yeah, fuckin’ oh.”
“You want me?” you ask. Jamie rolls his eyes.
“Yes, you fucking nerd. What the fuck did you think we were doing here? Fucking around? We’ve been together for ages. I let you see my hair when it ain’t fucking brushed.”
That’s fair. 
“You’re proper buzzed, ain’t you?” Jamie asks. “You’re gonna have a massive fucking headache tomorrow.”
He’s right. Anything stronger than water wrecks you, but you still drink it anyway. 
“Gonna get you some water to drink before you go to sleep,” he says, then smacks your butt before heading downstairs. Keeley was right, it wasn’t as scary as you thought it was.
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mellowsadistic · 2 years ago
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Natalie squirmed in place on the bathroom floor, trying not to meet her boyfriend’s eyes.
“Sweetheart, can you be a good girl and lie on your back for Dada?” he asked. His voice was sweet and gentle, but there was something taunting about his tone as well. A smirk was playing around his lips. “Your little diapee is soaked and Daddy has to change your soggy bum-bum!”
Natalie felt her face burning with humiliation. He couldn’t talk to her like that! She was his girlfriend, not his baby!
“But Daddyyy,” she whined, hating how petulant she sounded, “I can do it myself! I don’t need… I don’t want someone else to… I’m an adult!”
He chuckled, and Natalie felt herself going even redder. She was in her twenties, but her boyfriend always had a way of making her feel like a stupid little two-year-old. Everyone else said she was so mature, so sophisticated and independent and put-together, but it was different when she was with him... With just a glance he could strip all that away and leave her as nothing but a dumb, dependent toddler. He made her call him ‘Daddy’. He made her hold his hand whenever she crossed the street. He made her wear diapers and he made her piss in them like some incontinent little brat!
“It’s not funny!” she snapped, trying her best to sound like the angry and disrespected adult woman she was, and not the whiny little girl her boyfriend seemed intent on turning her into. “It’s bad enough that you’ve been making me pee in these disgusting things, but that ends now. I’m going back into panties, and I am not going to lie back and let you change me!” She grabbed one of her nappy’s tapes and ripped it open.
“Bad girl!” her boyfriend scolded suddenly, delivering a firm swat to the top of her thigh.
Natalie squealed and stared up at him furiously. He couldn’t do this to her! He couldn’t just smack her like a misbehaving child! She wasn’t going to put up with this anymore!
But he raised his eyebrow sternly at the sight of her glare, and Natalie immediately dropped her gaze to the floor. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. Why was she so pathetic?! She was supposed to be a grown woman! Was that really all it took for her boyfriend to turn her into his meek, obedient little plaything? A stern look?
“No more fussing, sweetie,” he said firmly. “You’re not going back to panties. You’re just a big, dumb baby who pees and poops in her pants, and that means you need nappies. And you certainly don’t change them yourself. That’s a grown-up’s job. Now lie back and let Daddy clean you up, or I’ll have no choice but to smack your naughty bottom and make you wear this sopping wet nappy to bed tonight.”
Natalie opened her mouth to say something. Then she whimpered feebly, and lay back on the floor.
“Good girl!” her boyfriend cooed. “That’s my obedient little princess!” He reached forward and undid the other side of her nappy. Then, torturously slowly, he pulled down the front. Natalie kept her eyes focused away, but she couldn’t stop herself from hearing his words.
“P-U!” he said, “What a stinky girl! Who’d have thought that such a cute girl would need her boyfriend to change her yucky wet diapers?”
Natalie cringed with shame and felt him start to wipe her nether regions with a pack of baby wipes. She bit her lip and had to suppress a moan when a wipe passed gently over her bare pussy. She felt ridiculous. She knew she must look absurd – a grown woman lying on the floor in the middle of a diaper change.
“What would all your friends say?” her boyfriend asked, the smirk playing around his mouth again, “If they could see you now?”
Natalie clenched her eyes shut. She couldn’t stand this! She’d never felt so humiliated in her life!
“I doubt any of them still wear nappies, do they?” he asked, and when she didn’t respond, he delivered another swat to her bottom. “Do they, sweetie?”
“No, Daddy,” she whimpered, her face scarlet.
“No,” he agreed, tugging her soggy nappy out from underneath her bottom, wrapping it up, and dropping it down right next to her head.
Natalie wrinkled her nose in disgust and let out a low whine.
“It’s only you who still wets herself,” her boyfriend continued, his eyes glinting sadistically. “It’s only you who still waddles around with her potty taped to her bottom.”
Natalie whined again. It was so unfair! It wasn’t her fault!
“But that’s okay,” he said, the condescending sweetness back in his voice, “because Daddy knows you’re not really a big girl like them. Daddy knows you’re just a baby. You’re just a stupid little girl who isn’t ready to be a grown-up.”
Natalie felt tears filling her eyes again. She felt a fresh nappy slid under her bottom and taped around her waist.
“And Daddy knows you’re going to be naughty sometimes, like you were just now. Because it’s hard going from being a respectable adult woman to a helpless little baby brat who does whatever her Daddy tells her.” He took her by the hands and pulled her to her feet, grinning at the way her bulky nappy pushed her thighs apart. Then he cupped her face gently and kissed her on the forehead. “But you’d better behave tonight,” he said, and he pointed to the soggy, yellow-tinged nappy bundled up on the floor, “or tomorrow I’ll make you open up your diaper pail, take that pissy nappy out, and wear it all day.”
Natalie burst into tears. “Yes Daddy!” she sobbed, her big girl façade broken to pieces. “I’ll be a good girl! I promise!”
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mysticalcrypt · 1 year ago
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𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑲𝑨𝑰 - 𝑲𝑨𝑰 𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵
"Now, be a good girl and serve the food.”
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(slightly explicit, swearing, kai making suggestive comments, etc.)
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I stirred the pasta that was inside of the pot, Kai and I were having dinner over at my place. He told me he wanted to talk about something important, there was a deep part inside me that knew he had nothing but bad to say. I mean, he has a cult and murders people for his own crazy reasons. But he surprisingly never disrespected me, well, he had before but not in a aggressive way. It’s only because I try not to piss him off even though sometimes he may say something that’s misogynistic and it takes every bone in my body for me not to retaliate.
Our “relationship” was weird. Very weird. He’ll often times make flirty remarks about my body or outfit. I’ll just ignore him or mumble a simple, “thanks,” to him. Now don’t get me wrong, Kai is a extremely attractive man, (If he wasn’t twisted I would’ve considered dating him) But I don’t know how I would even maintain a healthy relationship with him, given the obvious circumstances. Plus, I think he would only want me as a possession, not so much a significant other.
Speaking of Kai, I could feel his presence behind me. I ignored it, thinking he would walk away but he just came closer to my figure. I feel his veiny hands being placed on my waist, he grips gently onto it and pulls me closer to his body. I sigh, shaking my head. “Kai, stop it. I'm trying to make dinner here.”
He presses his hard-on against my backside and my eyes almost popped out my head. I gasp quietly, trying not to let him hear it. I feel his breath down on my neck. "What's the problem?" He muttered in my ear. "We can't do this." I tell him. "I won’t, Kai."
He chuckles darkly, his fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. "Oh, is that so? A week ago you've seemed to enjoy having me in your pretty little mouth." I swallow thickly. “That was a mistake. I won't do it again, Kai. Now can you please move away from me a little?" He laughed a little, nodding slowly. “Only because you asked so nicely."
He backed away from me and I sighed in relief. I went back to stirring the pasta but I could still feel those piercing eyes staring me. “You know..I’ve always loved when you put your hair like this..you look gorgeous..” he says, quietly. “Thanks, Kai.” I said, nonchalantly. He comes closer to me again, placing his hands onto my shoulders and rubbing them in a soft motion.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?” He says quietly into my ear. His hand smoothly moved its way down to stomach, slowly going lower. I stop his hand from going any further and I sigh. "I'm not doing this with you.” I push his hand away and continue stirring the pasta.
Kai groans. "Come on, baby."
"No, Kai. Please stop."
He puts his hand onto my back and slides it down, slowly and gently. I close my eyes and bite my lip. Trying not to make a noise, his hands go even lower and rubs my thigh.
I can't take it anymore.
"Kai, stop it."
He ignores my comment and starts rubbing the fabric of my panties. I bite my lip and whimper quietly.
"Kai," I sigh.
"Hm?” He smirks, and he puts his hand into my panties and strokes my clit. I whimper and grab his wrist, trying to get him off of me. "Stop. Stop touching me, Kai." I tell him sternly. "Or what, huh?" He mutters in my ear. I roll my eyes and continue trying to make him stop. He chuckles and kisses my neck, softly.
Temptation was starting to take over, I was getting so wet and I hated myself for it. His middle finger enters me and he begins stroking my walls.
"Kai.." I moan softly, my legs slightly shaking. He moves his finger in a scissor motion and then adds another. He picks up the pace, curling his fingers inside of me. My legs were becoming weak and shaky, he knew it. He was enjoying watching me fall apart, I knew it. “Oh gosh..” I set my hands on the countertop, my eyes rolling back.
"You want to cum?"
I nod quickly, and he laughs.
"No, say it. Use your words, baby."
"Please, Kai. Let me.." I moan. He speeds up the pace, curling his fingers into a hook and I begin to feel my release. “Fuck, oh shit. Don't stop, please.."
I moan loudly, my knees buckling and my hips moving along with his fingers. He continues to stroke me and I ride his fingers. I throw my head back on Kais s chest and he kisses my neck. "Cum on my fingers, baby. C'mon. You can do it. Cum for me."
I release all over his fingers and my panties were now soaked. Kai pulls his fingers out of my underwear and sucks them. I turn around and look up at him, I was panting hard and sweating.
"Now, be a good girl and serve the food." He says and pats my head. He walks out the kitchen and to the dining room. I look down at myself. My hands were shaking and my legs felt weak. I couldn't believe what just happened. I shake my head and try to gain composure, but it just happened so fast and so unexpected. I was hoping Kai would forget what just happened, but knowing him, he's gonna tease me about it all night.
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(idk about this one…)
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