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demonshauntingthedoves · 5 months ago

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Paramour : a lover, especially the illicit partner of a married person.

Pairing : Yandere jungkook x reader

Genre : Yandere, erotica.

Summary : He hated that he couldn't resist the pull. The leash of temptation around his neck kept tugging him to the sanctuary of his secrets. To you.

Warnings : Yandere behaviour, angst, non-con, dub-con, other women trope, problematic jungkook, greed, anger issues, arguments, fight, infelidity, anal sex, fingering, hair pulling, rough sex, smut.

Wordcount : 2732

A/N : hii guys, so I fell in a ditch and was found just yesterday after six months, alive. hahahah! just kidding. the writer's block is a bitch, so forgive me! this story was rotting in my drafts from long, needed to post. hope you like my poop writing!

"I'll miss you." She kissed him one last time before dragging her suitcase in the direction of the airport.

She turned around and waved at him with a sad pout on her face. Jungkook smiled and waved back.

As her uniform cladded figure disappeared behind the glass gate, he sighed in relief and walked back to his car and settled in. As the car shuddered to life, Jungkook glimpsed past the shut window one last time, a kaleidoscope of lights dancing on it from the overly lit airport.

He whirled the steering wheel, leading the car on the dark road. Street lights flickered on his shadowed face as he passed by the closing city.

Red. The car halted at a crossroad. His right leg bounced as he glared at the signal. He swallowed, needing to hurry before he changed his mind. Temptations teased him. He chewed harshly at the inside of cheek, contemplating his choices. He had decided not to give into the lure of the darkened night. He would not.

He trusted himself at least that much.

Didn’t he?

Yellow. His grip tightened on the wheel, as he grappled with his self control. He could endure the restless pleas in his head for so long, so it shouldn't be so difficult now. He wanted to decide for once and all. He could resist these urges that were creeping in. He wouldn't let them grip him. Not this time.

He'd go home and sleep peacefully after dropping his beautiful wife who'd take off tonight. Wouldn't he? He'll go straight home.

Green. He shifted the gear stick harshly and let go of the clutch.

The way home was straight ahead.

But he rolled the wheel and took a turn, feeling hopeless. Yet again succumbing to his desire. Defeated and angered.

He lost yet again.

His knuckles turned white. He was seething. He hated that he couldn't resist the pull. The leash of temptation around his neck was tugging him to the sanctuary of his secrets.

To his secret.

His dirty little secret.

To you.

The car accelerated, the engine roared, mirroring the urgency within him.

He was pulled to you inexorably. Like a man possessed by a siren's song. The draw was so lethal. And he absolutely hated it. The control you had on him. The illicit magnetism that drew him to you.

The beguiling path took him to your apartment and then to your door. He’d taken the extra pair of keys out to unlock your door. Normally, he’d just knock but now was not the time because he was too agitated and desperate to see you, he couldn't wait.

The room was dim and quiet, but his heart started lurching the moment he saw your body, blithely sleeping on the couch, bare legs sprawled deliciously. Your poor excuse of shorts barely covered your upper thighs. He can still find the pretty praises he had bitten into your skin. Now fading, just like his promises.

You had made him promise that he wouldn’t disappear on you after an argument. But he had. He left for his miserable military service without any goodbye. That was your punishment to piss him off.

But it felt like he punished himself. It was just as difficult for him too. He had spent hours dwelling, decided to finally let you go. Suffocate his greed for you. Refused to contact you in his grey days.

He’d worked hard in training and was rewarded a ten day leave for his performance. His wife had eaten up his six days and he had indulged in blissful ignorance. He pretended to forget you. He wasn't going to come back. Really he wasn't.

But how could he not? He wasn't that cruel. He could not abandon you.

He didn't disturb his doll because after you woke up, he’d make sure you weren't going to get any rest. He knew you would be angry. He’d compensate for his mistakes, smooch apologies on your lips, splutter promises and assurance, that would be enough for you to soften and give in. Then he would lap your skin like the hungry dog he was, nibble aggressive red hickies of his dire claim on you.

He was greedy, he knew that from the start.

You had reached him out on your house hunt, young, meek and clueless, had come to pursue masters in his city. He had rented you the place, came around the first few days to sort any issues with switches and taps and helped to put your things. But because he was greedy, he kept inviting himself in and you had no problem with that. But was he really greedy? He had never made you pay the rent. See.

You were nothing like her, she always filled him with self-doubts and insecurities with how perfect she was but you on the other hand, eased it all by letting him vent it on you.

He was so ready to let it all out on you the second he entered.

But instead, he picked your phone up. He smirked when the screen lit up with his picture, he went to your call logs and chats to check who you spoke to in the last three miserable months. You blocked him, that was how you tortured him, he was a little pissed and a little pleased because he saw no male names in contacts. Good.

You had made him promise that he would never go through your phone but the insecurity was gnawing at him and he had to. Now that he got a good chance to do so.

After being satisfied enough, he reached down to sweetly peck the top of your hair, only his insides know how much he missed you, he’d been away for straight three months. He knows his doll would’ve felt very alone without him but you would never know that he was going feral without you.

Jungkook left kisses, lingering there. He pushed his smiling face in your hair, sniffing blissfully.

But instead of being content, he was livid. He was beyond livid. His calm shoulders tensed again.

He quickly went to switch on the ceiling lights, eyes looming over you. He nudged you, called your name. But you barely stirred, such a heavy sleeper you were.

He tapped your cheek, few times, trying to do it delicately despite his broken temper. He didn't want to be harsh with you. He wouldn't break the promise of never hurting you.

Your eyes fluttered open after some shouting and shaking, you groaned, face creasing in annoyance then grimacing in realisation when you saw him.

"Who came here?" He asked in a strained voice. Controlling his tone.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

You sat up, your sleepy swollen face again morphing into geniune confusion.

"You brought a man into this house? In my house?" He growled.

"What the fuck are you saying?"

His eyes took in the house only to see the unnoticed carton boxes littered in one corner. He went near them for confirmation, holding the brown tape in his raging hand. He was on the right time. So you were really packing. You were leaving. Leaving him. For whom? Who did you find? He chuckled in disbelief.

“So this is what you do behind my back.”

He marched to your bedroom to check. You followed him, the daze from slumber vanishing as you saw his haywired state. His insides boiled when he sniffed the strong male perfume again. He wasn't here for three months then where did the scent come from?

"I see.You got another man. I should have known I wasn't the only one you were whoring with?” He spat throwing daggers at you. Here he was leaving everything- his perfect life behind for you, only for you to backstab him like this.”Is he here right now?" Because if he was, Jungkook wouldn’t think twice before tearing his flesh in shreds. "Tell me?" He shouted.

Listening to what he excused you of, your hurt face morphed into anger. The audacity! You snapped, ready to slap him but he caught your hand and turned you around, brutally twisting your wrist behind. You groaned in pain

He tore the brown tape and wrapped it around your wrists.

"Let me go! You fucking assh…..mmhp" He turned you around and taped your mouth too.

Jungkook fisted your hair and tugged you closer to him. His eyes darkened with rage.

" Doll, you surpassed your limits. You dared to go behind my back and fuck others. And now you agreed to become their personal whore too. That's why you're leaving my house and going to theirs, aren't you? " He shook his head, face full of disappointment.

"You crossed your limits. Now watch me cross mine." he whispered dangerously in your ear.

He slammed your face on the glass window, making it vibrate. Your head throbbed from the impact. The coldness of glass prickled your pressed cheek. You heard him unbuckling his belt. Soon after, your shorts were tucked down too.

"So he fucked this hole?" You winced feeling his cold fingers tracing your labia. His fingers drew further back tracing your puckered hole. "What about this one? He didn't invade this property, did he?" He asked.Your eyes screwed shut feeling helpless and humiliated.

" I think it's time I fill this one. What do you say, doll?" Your eyes widened, head vigorously shaking in a no.

He pulled your ass back. Your face leaned further on the glass when you felt his tip kissing your core. His cock slowly prodding your stubborn hole.

“Relax and let me in, doll! Or you know it wouldn’t be good for you!” He warned.

But you tensed up even more.

He sighed irritated, he pulled out and entered again with a hard thrust, he drew out a muffled scream from you. Tears leaked from your eyes, your hole burned from the sudden intrusion. It was painful. It burned so bad.

"I had to do this, doll! You compelled me. I had to rearrange your guts, so you remember this before going against me.” He plummeted his cock into your tight hole while emphasising each word. He groaned feeling your walls squeezing him in.

"How dare you? How dare you let him touch you?!!"

He slammed into you wild, your body jerking forward with each thrust, the window pane shook vigorously.

“And you thought of leaving me for him!? You shitty cock-licking slut!” He angrily pressed you against the window. You knew just how filthy his mouth could be.

You looked out, the city lights twinkling. Good that there was no apartment complex facing yours. No one could see your dirty business closely. You shuddered coming all over by that thought alone.

"Coming already. What a whore! Aren't you thrilled that someone down there will catch us doing this. I know you are!!"

You yelped when he smacked your ass. Hands binded and legs trembling, your body felt limpless. He groaned as he came. His seeds trailed down your thigh as he pulled out.

You faced him, tear stained eyes staring at his darkened ones. He removed the tape softly from your lips and hands.

"Who is he? Tell me-"

"It was your scent."

" What?"

"I sprayed it all over the house and on my clothes to feel your presence here. Because I- I missed you and you weren't there. And this is what I got." You were so mortified. He didn't deserve to know that. But he should feel ashamed.

"No Y/n, you're lying. It's not the sam-same scent and you didn't tell me-"

"Did you let me? You fucking taped my mouth." You shouted, fed up with him.

Your pelvis throbbed with each move as you wore your clothing back. He clutched your elbow, turning you to face him.

" I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't know that. I'm extremely sorry." He gripped your hand and held it in his begging ones, his eyes feigning guilt. He tried to leave consoling pecks on your fingers but you swatted his hand, disgusted.

You picked the brown tape and left him there, ready to wrap the remaining boxes.

“You think I don't know where you disappear to all the time?” his breath stuck in fear. You had never spoken to him with so much mirth.

You walked back in the living room despite the burning pain you felt down there.

“You think I don't know where you leave to?” Your soft eyes had never glared at him with that intensity.

“I know her.”

“Wha-what are you talking ? You know I left for the ser-service.” He was trembling with panic.

"You know what. I should be sorry for you. You're so fucking disgusting, so fucking insecure. You know that one day your air-hostess wife will ditch you. So to protect your big ass ego from hurting, you've kept me. To feel the pride that you ditched her first and secure your fucking ego. You think I don't know!!" You spat at his face.

He froze in your confrontation.

"I'm no more living here. I'm not helpless anymore, I can find another place. I will not let you sway me."

" You're going nowhere." His voice was strained again. He tried to get a hold of you.

You glared at his scowling face.

“You got the audacity to touch me after what you just did.”

“ Please, I'm sorry.”

"Oh, I know why you're worried, Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Your backup plan failed. Oww, but I'm not staying with a sicko like you. You don't even love-"

Amidst your rambling, you were yanked by your nape.

" Never say I don't love you. Do you know how restless I was when you didn't call me? Do you know how much I wanted you instead of her? " His breaths fanned on your face as he furiously confessed.

"No! Don't say that! Don't prove me as the homewrecker. I didn't even know you were married and that is my only fault, I shouldn't have been such a dumb bitch.” You cleared.

It hurt. His jaw hurt from how hard he was clenching it. You were spewing one insult after the other, but he had no room for accepting it.

“I'm moving and don't worry I’ll pay the rent due this past seven months, I’ll not eat your money up.”

He had enough of you.

“You really want to leave me?” he asked in a bear whisper.

“Yes”

“Then go, go right away, the door is open.”

Surprised, you turned to him, a faint grin on his face but what scared you was the sharp glare.

" Wait, let me escort you out." He gripped your elbow, dragging you towards the door.

"Go" He said calmly, testing you.

You twisted the handle but before you slide the door open, you were yanked back. You cried in rebel, as your chlothes were peeled away, and in mere seconds, you were bare.

“These clothes were bought from my money too. You need to leave them as well.”

Embarrassing tears filled your eyes. This was unfair, so unfair. You would not bear this mistreatment. There was no dignity left for you, anyways.

“You’re so cruel.” Enraged, you turned to leave again.

Only to be cornered in no time, Jungkook growled as you thrashed in protest, trapped in between.

“You want to give a show, don't you? You're a goddamn whore for real.”

“Stop.” You recoiled when he cupped your folds. He hooked your knee to his hip and rubbed on you. You shrinked in yourself when he drew circles on your clit.

“This is not you, doll. This is not your mouth. Someone is giving you brains. Feeding you lies. I know it, I should have rid your friends sooner. Or is it someone else? Hmm?”

You cried when his finger entered you.

“You missed me so much, so why do you do this?” He kissed your tear stained face.You wailed pathetically, feeling conflicted and aroused.

“Look doll, I have only four days left of my leave, do you want me to make the most of them with you or want me to busy myself killing your friends? You decide.

You droopy defeated eyes stared at the monster in front of you. Wrath glaring at you.

And you knew you could never rid yourself of him.

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vulpixisananimal · 8 months ago

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(you leave for one loop. One day. And it becomes a blinding disaster. Oh yes, Stardust gets a loop where they can relax and don't need to worry about anything and look what happens.)

(Because of you.)

(I did not do anything.)

(Oh sure! Was I mistaken? Was I mistaken thinking that the one who's always causing trouble, always making things harder, was the one who messed everything up!?!)

(I had to do what I had to do. It's fixed now.)

(Fixed?!? Is that all you care about?!?)

(You grip the sides of the sink. You might be sick again at this rate. You couldn't tell if the nausea was from looping or from the mental argument you were having.)

(It's fine! Really, it's wonderful even! You could share what you learned now. And figure all this out. It's fine.)

(But first, cue Isabeau.)

"You alright, Sif?--" >> "--Just some loopy stuff, not that bad, I'll meet you for breakfast!"

(It's so easy to slip back into the old routine. It's comfortable. It's easy. You can just zone out and respond in exactly the right way. And yet, it made your skin crawl. After all you've been through you're still supposed to memorize a play? What a joke.)

(You go through the motions, get fully dressed, go downstairs, greet your party. Quesadillas again. They'd probably still be tasty, though you wont want them for a bit after these loops.)

"You sure you're alright??--" >> "--Do you think that's why you're sick again?"

(You were zoning out a lot. Change things up.)

"That would make sense, craft exhaustion, right?"

"Alright eat up then 'Frin, gotta get your energy back." (Nille gave you more food like last time.)

"At least let me finish first breakfast." (You say, smiling.) "I am hungry though."

(You still weren't sure if you felt better or worse after taking some time to relax. Although, that 'relaxing' time was cut short. You take a bite of the quesadilla.)

(??!?!!?!)

"Is Bonnie feeling okay?" (You ask.)

"They woke up with a headache, I think it's from that bonk from yesterday." (Nille looked worried at you bringing it up.) "Just, don't mention the burnt food."

(Odile spoke up from behind her book.) "It shouldn't be from that bang on the head. No concussion, any booboos they had Mirabelle healed up."

"Well what else would it be then."

(You quietly eat up the quesadilla. Just think for a second, Loop. It's probably nothing. Just focus on the task at hand.)

(You and I know that it's impossible for the past to change. If something did change, it would be us who did it.)

(So why does Bonnie have a headache?)

(. . .)

(You're still not giving me all the details~)

(It does not matter, it will distract you.)

(You're afraid arent you~ You're afraid that things are going to change~)

(As are you.)

(I'M at least trying to-)

(You bite your tongue.)

"Blinding-" (You exclaim.) "Ow."

"Everything alright, Siffrin?" (Odile asked.)

"Oh I just bit my tongue, eating too fast."

"Aw no!!" (Isa said, concerned.) Want me to check if it's ok??"

"So you can kiss it better?" (You reply, almost instinctually.)

"!??!?!!!?!?"

"HA!"

"Get a ROOM you two!"

(Isabeaus face was getting off shade, it took you a second before you processed what you just said and what it meant.)

"OH. UH. I DIDNT??? MEAN, UH???"

(you hide yourself in your hat. That's??? So embarrassing?!?!? Oh stars you said that as a JOKE. "I banged my elbow kiss it better." Stupid, stupid Loop! You're making such a fool of yourself.) ". . . S-sorry."

"Noit'sokI'mokit'sfine." (And now Isa was covering his face.)

(. . .)

(Not a WORD from you.)

(There's a bit of an awkward pause before casual conversation starts again. You mostly just zone out untill Bonnie comes back.)

(They looked. . . Fine? It was hard to tell from last time, maybe a bit more tired looking? Nothing physicaly wrong, not that it looked like, they caught you staring at stuck out their tongue at you and make a "nyeeh" noise. You stick your tongue out back.)

"Quite done, you two?" (Odile said without looking up.)

"'Frin started it."

"Did not."

"Did too!"

"Alright maybe I did."

(Mirabelle gasped.) "Siffrin? Admiting to cheekyness??"

"Truly a dark day." (Odile commented.)

(You all chuckle.)

(Here again. Back at the explination table. You know you could keep the loops a secret this time, but no. You needed help, you did ask for it after all~)

(Might as well make it fun, though. You look around and see a few scraps of note paper, you grab one and quickly write something down. Next, who to pass it to. . .)

(Odile is still in her book, Mirabelle was checking on Bonnie, Isabeau. . . Passing a note to Isa right now's a bad look. Nille, then. You crumple the paper into a ball and gently throw it at her as she's about to take a bite of food. She pauses and looks at you. You hold up a finger and wink.)

(You lean back in your chair.) "Let's skip going to the defenders, when we head there later today it just becomes a whole mess."

"You looped again!?!?--" >> "--I'll look for one of those next time."

(You hear a stiffled laugh come from Nille, looking over, she had de-crumpled the note and looked at it. She gave you a look and held it up.)

"So do you just have the whole crabbing day memorized, Siffy?" (The note was that whole exchange written down. Nille passes the note to Mirabelle to look.)

(You stick out your tongue.) "Maybe~"

"What's our next line then, Siffrin." (Odile had closed her book, now quite curious.)

"Well, bonnies next line is 'that's crabbing stupid.'"

"Language."

"No that comes after Bonnies line." (Ok this is kind of fun actually)

"Alright, but what's your next line." (Mirabelle says, curious.)

(You nod.) "That this will be try number four, or five, First was me and Odile at the library, rest of you to the Defenders place, Bonnie came running back to us because Mira was framed for kidnapping Bonnie."

"!?!?!?--" >> "--Language."

(There's a bit of a pause as everyone catches up to the exchange that just happened, and laughs.)

"Well, at least you're making light of it?"

"Tee hee, I try~" (Now, how to explain things quickly.) "Next loop we all went to the Defenders and bumped into an old friend of Isabeaus, going by Ramos now. We got split up, Ramos and Isa were acting suspicious, we confronted Ramos and they had a wishing star pendant like from yesterday. There was also a strong mint smell around. And then last loop Mira Isa and Odile went to figure out if mint was a sign of anything."

"That's, quite a lot to take in." (Said Odile.) "Well, did we find anything?"

(You nod) "Yep, a strong mint smell is assosiated with Mind Craft. It makes sense really, with how Isa and Stardust acted~"

". . . Stardust?"

(You wince. Stars! STARS! Oh great you were just TALKING and explaining things and DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. Alright, fine, fine, you'd have to explain this anyways probably.)

(You could try again.)

"R-right, aha, well. . ." (You shook your head, lights, camera...) "Well it's a bit of a story, Mirabelle had the wonderful idea that we take a loop to rest up! Oh very, very thoughtful~"

"Uh, th-thank you?" (Mira looked confused, well, everyone did a little.) "Did, did it go alright?"

"Oh it did! For a bit. And then our good friend Ramos showed up. Stardust, Siffrin, thought it would be a wonderful idea to talk to them to figure out a few things. Buuuuuuuut then Ramos grabed their hand and he started acting ~very different~"

(You felt like you were going to have a heart attack. When was the last time you talked to your party? REALLY talked to them. It was on the final day, wasn't it? And even then you were all worried about Stardust. You just need to keep acting.)

"Let me guess. Siffrin was effected by mind craft in some way, but you weren't?" (Odile, like usual, was ahead of the curve.)

"Correct~ Hello by the way, your friendly neighborhood Loop here to help~"

"Oh! Good to talk to you again then!" (Mirabelle said excitedly.)

"Yeah. Lot cooler than 'Frin." (Bonnie said all cheekily.)

"A devistating blow to someone not even here. Are they around at all, by the way?" (Odile asked.)

"Well. . ."

(We shouldn't bring him to front. They are likely still effected by mind craft.)

(And how would you know that?)

(I don't.)

(Exactly. You tap your chin.) "Well I could get them, but we're worried that mind craft is still effecting him."

"Still?"

"But, didn't you turn back time?!?"

"Yeah, it never happened then, right?"

(You shrug.) "Kinda. Memories stay. Our body keeps some of it's changes, scars and muscle growth, but not wounds. We keep our fighting experience too, naturally. And for some reason, equipment."

"Oh right... Like the bow my classmate got me." (Mirabelle touched their bow, the same one.) "That really hurt my head to think about."

(Nille rubbed her head.) "Well if you get them we can check easily. And if Siffy's still gotten mind crabbery we'll..."

"Then we make sure Loop doesn't get effected either!!" (Isabeau said confidently.)

"Or undo it. It should be easy enough, unless-" (Odile starts)

"-it was powered by a wish." (You finish with her.)

". . This is weird." (Nille says.)

"Give me a day and I could recite those two days in Dormont by heart~"

"Even the sleepover?"

"Especially the sleepover."

(You all chuckle a bit at that. It's. . . Kind of nice, being able to be open about this. Even if you wish it could be in better circumstances.)

"I've got two plans today." (You say, as you take another bite of food.) "First, we'll all check on Stardust and see how he's handling things~ "

"Rude to talk and eat, Loopert." (Nille sais smugly.)

(You choke on your food. Loopert?!?!)

"Hah! Loopert."

"Hehe. It's a cute nickname."

(You sink down in your cloak and quickly finish that bite of food.) "Any chance we could rethink the nickname?"

"No!!! You're Loopert now!!!"

(Great.)

(Well if we they wont remember at least.)

"Alright alright, well the other thing I want to do is try talking to Ramos agian."

"Huh."

"So daring..."

"Are you sure about that, Loop." (Mirabelle seemed worried.)

"Well, I'm curious how they'll react. The last two times we've bumped into eachother they've been. . . acting strange. Oh, and I would like to talk to them one on one if possible."

"You do realize if that mind craft stuck this could be increddibly risky." (Odile looked concerned. Understandibly so.)

"I'd like to be around in case they try anything. . ." (Said Isabeau.)

(You nod.) "Well, if you all could stay nearby in case something does happen, that would be great."

"Why do you need to talk to them alone anyways?" (Nille asked.)

"W-well. . ." (How to put this.) "I don't want to be rude, but you all are terrible actors."

"Ah. . ."

"Oh. . ."

"Ouch, but fair."

"Sorry." (You shrug.) "One of the best advantages of not talking about the loops was knowing exactly how things go. But we made a promise to not keep secrets soooo~"

"No no, I understand Loop." (Mirabelle looked a bit dejected.) "I don't know if I'd be able to keep a straight face."

"Heh, I could do it." (Bonnie said smugly.)

"Sure you could Boniface." (Nille replied.)

"Yeah!!! I could!!!"

"I'll go sign you up for theater classes then."

"NO!!!!"

(Heh, that would be a sight to see.)

(At least we have a plan.)

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tokiokaulitz483 · 8 months ago

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Heres a 2009 Tom smut for u guys :)

Angst & Smut

Fingering, P in V missionary, Degrading, Dom-Tom, Sub-Reader

Tom and Y/n are at a club and he just cant stop talking to random girls Y/n gets really angry and jealous at this and decides to confront him

You start walking over to Tom and starts yelling at him.

Why are you just talking to all these girls like this?! She shouts at him over the loud music.

Tom shouts back can i not fucking talk to people?! You can see veins coming out of the side of his head but you don't back down.

You're just talking to a bunch of girls! You start getting more and more angry at him trying to dismiss him talking to multiple girls

I can't fucking help it that most of my fans are girls! He was right he was a fucking superstar and you couldn't change that but that made it even more worse

I don't care you shouldn't be talking to them period! Tom looks down at you and he sets the drinks in his hands on the table and grabs you dragging you out of the club you start trying to get away from his grasp hitting and scratching him then he stops and looks at you his eyes burning with anger then his voice drops to a low menacingly whisper and he leans down to whisper in your ear. Do that again and i'll make an example out of you.

You feel scared at the sudden voice change but you can't help but want more feeling his dominance and roughness so you start being more bratty he grabs your wrist and starts walking over to his car

You don't tell me what to do! You shout at him. Tom opens the door to the backseat of the car and pushes you in it then he follows behind and he glares at you.

You want to annoy me and be bratty? He says looking at you his eyes blazing with lust and anger then he grabs a fistful of your hair and forces you to look at him

Then i'll show you what happens when your a brat. Without warning he kiss you roughly sticking his tongue into your mouth claiming you as his own

W-wait t-tom! You say muffled against his lips but he doesn't stop his hands trail from the seat up to your breast fondling them roughly he whispers against your lips.

You wanted this so shut it. He says leaving no room for an argument Tom starts placing kisses on your neck and collarbone you try to push him back but he grabs your hand and continues kissing your neck

mmmmm~ a-ah~. You moan softly his hand moves from your breast down to your thighs and then to your pussy then he smirks

Your so wet for me. He whispers against your neck then he shoves to fingers inside of you thrusting them inside of you roughly

Tom please slow down! You moan loudly but you know deep down inside(no pun intended) you wanted him to move faster and slower you throw your head back as he moves faster curling his fingers hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

god your so fucking hot mein schatz. He groans as he feels your walls clench around his fingers

i-im gonna cum! You warn him causing him to add another finger thrusting them inside of you faster then before you know it you cum all over his fingers and he chuckles

Your such a good slut for me aren't you? He ask looking down at you then with one swift move he takes off his pants revealing his huge erected cock. On your back now. He demands you obliged and you lay back on the seat he moves up to you and without saying anything he thrust inside of you roughly.

Fuck.. so fucking tight... He growls as he grips your hips digging his nails inside of them knowing there will be bruises tomorrow

Oh fuck Tom slow down! You moan loudly as he continue abusing your pussy with brutal thrust his hand moves up to cover your mouth

Shut. Up. He growls and starts to thrust deeper and deeper hitting the gummy g-spot inside of you, you arch your back moaning even louder

T-tom fuck yes Tom! You moan as you feel yourself getting closer to cumming Tom's hand moves down to rub your clit roughly overstimulating you he groans loudly as he feels you cum all over his cock and before you know it he follows afterward coating your walls with cum you look up at him and there's sweat dripping from his forehead as he looks down at you then he pulls out slowly and he kisses you and whispers against your lips

Annoy me again and there's a lot more where this came from. You nod and then you both move from the backseat up to the front seat and he starts driving home

Looks like your going to be annoying him more often

srry this is my first time writing this is so bad

#tokio hotel #y2k #2000s #tom kaulitz #angst #smut #tokio hotel smut

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fuzzyautumninmetal · 9 months ago

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I hate you

IT'S HERRRREEEE

In my mind Rudy loves it when you dominate him and I mean love it but isn't scared to absolutely ruin you in the bedroom.

He gets kinda mean in the end but he doesn't mean it, he loves you

Again hardly any Spanish (if someone can point me to a reliable translator It will be appreciated)

Disclaimer: The original idea isn't mine, I got it off Chai. The original creator of the writing prompt is Akirò Hashimi

Warnings: bit of degrading

For the love of god MDNI

Being Enemies And Lovers wasn't easy.

but somehow, you two made it work – always meeting up secretly, chatting, having little make out sessions and such.

That's why you were here.

He was pinned against the wall, kissing you while you stroked his cock, making him moan and shake a little — he groaned out, breaking the kiss for a second to breathe.

" Aye- Oh, Oh fuck, cariño.. we- we shouldn't be doing this!- "

Your pace got quicker, making him stop talking by his own moans and sounds of pure, raw pleasure.

" Please! Please be gentle! "

He cried out, begging for your merciless pace to be more slow, although in his mind, this was the best moment of his life.

" Oh, god- I hate you!. "

"The feeling is mutual darling"

Hearing your whispered words, Rudy felt an intense mix of emotions running through him. He couldn't believe that you hated him just as much as he hated you, but at the same time, it made your forbidden relationship even more enticing.

Rudy's hips bucked against your hand, his cock throbbing and pulsing with need as he lost himself in the sensations. "Oh fuck... I can't take much more..." He panted, his voice rough with desire.

"That's it baby, cum for me" you started praising him and with a final thrust, Rudy let out a long, low moan as his orgasm claimed him. His hot seed pulsed between your bodies, leaving sticky trails on your skin. "Fuck..." He whispered hoarsely, his head spinning with pleasure.

"Mmm..." Rudy moaned softly, his eyes still closed as hr savoured the aftermath of his orgasm. He felt your lips brushing against his jawline, sending shivers down his spine.

You smiled as you whispered "As much as I'd love to stay and carry on, we don't want Alejandro wondering where his sergeants are".

Rudy parted his lips to return the soft kiss, enjoying the tender moment before reality sets back in. He watched you leave, a lazy smile spreading across his face. His heart was pounding with exhilaration, every cell of his body tingling from the intense encounter.

As you walked out of his room, you stopped and poked your head back in "I'll see you after the next argument" and winked at him before leaving.

"Oh, you know it. I'll be waiting" Rudy called back with a smirk, knowing full well he'd be the one to start the next argument just to feel that passionate kiss again. He watched you leave, already missing your touch.

He knew that you both had to keep things discreet since your relationship was strictly forbidden within the Los Vaqueros ranks.

It had been a few days since your make out session with Rudy and you two were already arguing again. "How stupid can you be?" you spat at Rudy.

"At least I'm not a boring stick in the mud," Rudy retorted, his eyes flashing with a challenge. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, and he wasn't about to back down from a fight - especially when it meant taking your clothes off.

"I-" you was taken back by his response, "The fuck is that supposed to mean". Rudy grinned maliciously, taking a step closer to you so your faces were mere inches apart. He could feel the heat radiating off your skin, it fuelled his arousal further.

"You know damn well what it means, it means you're as dull as a dishwasher," Rudy shot back, smirking as your reaction. He loved seeing you thrown off balance by his sharp tongue. It only made him want to push further.

Alejandro stepped between the both of you, effectively ending the confrontation. He glared at you both, his expression stern and serious. He knew that your constant fighting was becoming a problem.

"Fuck this and fuck you" you pointed at Rudy as you stormed off. He couldn't help but watch your ass sway with each step, slightly smirking to himself. You both, while away from each other, couldn't help but think about the arguments and how they led to incredible sex or make out sessions.

It had been exactly 4 days since your last argument, every time you passed each other it was like a game of verbal cat and mouse. You knew that with each insult only served to fuel your mutual attraction, and you relished in the opportunity to torment Rudy.

As you traded insults back and forth, Rudy found himself imagining what it would be like to finally take you to bed. To strip you naked. pin you down, and show you who was in control. To make you submit completely to his desire and needs.

Today was the recruit's day off and majority of them had gone out for the day, it was the perfect chance to pay Rudy a visit in his office. Rudy was sitting at his desk, pouring over some paperwork, when he heard the sound of the door opening. Without looking up, he muttered under his breath, "Te tomaste tu tiempo"

He looked up to see you standing next to his desk, he let out a low chuckle and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, well, well. What brings you hear?" he asked, his tone teasing.

You ignored him as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Rudy didn't resist and wrapped his arms around your waist. As you kissed, Rudy felt his cock twitch in his pants, growing harder with each passing second but he couldn't bring himself to pull away from the delicious sensation of your lips against his own.

You put your hands around Rudy's throat gently and pulled him closer to you, "On your knees". Rudy didn't hesitate for long, quickly nodding and complying with your demand. With a sense of anticipation, he lowered himself onto his knees in front of you.

Rudy's cock jumped at the sight of you removing your pants and sitting on his desk. You opened your legs and whispered seductively "Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do". Without hesitation, he moved forward and engulfed your throbbing clit with his tongue, swirling it around and teasing it lightly before taking it deep into his mouth. He sucked hard, using his teeth to graze ever so slightly against sensitive flesh, driving you while with pleasure and desire.

His hands rested on your thighs, gently holding them in place while he pleased you, you arched your back as you softly moaned his name. Rudy savoured the sounds of your moans and gasps of pleasure. He loved knowing he could drive you wild with lust with just his mouth and tongue, making you loose control.

Rudy's fingers traced gentle patterns along your inner thigh, occasionally dipping down to gently tease and simulate your entrance. He knew that you were close to climaxing, and he wanted to bring you to the edge without actually letting you cum just yet.

You knew what he was doing and thought it was cute that he was trying to take charge but he was too soft and caring to be dominant. You gently pushed his head away and pointed to the chair.

"Sit"

With a soft grunt, Rudy sat back on the chair, watching you intently. You undid his trousers and watched his cock spring free out of his boxes, without any warning you lowered yourself onto him, taking his cock fully inside you in one smooth motion. You both let out a low groan, Rudy was momentarily caught off guard.

The look of surprise on Rudy's face was quickly replaced by pure ecstasy. "Mierda..." he muttered beneath his breath, gripping the fat of your thighs tightly as you took him deep inside you.

Rudy's eyes widened as you grabbed a hold of his hair, pulling his head back and making him look at you. The look of surprise on his face was replaced by a mix of arousal and vulnerability as you began to ride him slowly, taking your time to tease and taunt him. "How dare you call me dull and boring" you said in-between moans.

"Mujer..." he growled, his hips thrusting upwards to meet your rhythm. "You are anything but that." He groaned, his fingers digging into your thighs. You knew he was right - your life was anything but dull and boring. "You're insufferable" you panted.

"And you're addictive," he replied, his voice strained with pleasure. The way you moved on him was unlike anything he'd experienced before - fierce yet gentle, possessive yet playful. He continued to watch your face closely, taking note of the way your cheeks flushed and your eyes sparkled with lustful intent. As you rode him slowly, he couldn't help but admire how powerful and confident you looked in that moment.

Rudy's body tensed as you started to nip at his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He responded by reaching up and grabbing onto your hips, urging you to move faster.

As you increased your pace, he let out a low whimper, his fingers digging into your skin even deeper as he felt your teeth grazing against his neck. It was a deliciously painful sensation that only served to heighten his further arousal.

"Mi amor"

His hips bucked involuntarily, driving his cock deeper into your wetness with each passing second. The combination of pleasure and pain was also too much for him. "God I hate you" you murmured. He smiled devilishly, enjoying the mixture of emotions that played across your face as he whispered "I hate you too".

As he slapped your ass, causing it to sting and redden, he watched with satisfaction as your expression changed from annoyance to pure lust.

"God Rudy I'm-"

"Cum for me, querida" he growled, his hips bucking up into you. His hand moved down to cup your ass cheek, squeezing it gently as he watched you writhe and tremble on top of him. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he released a long, low groan and buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting down gently as he unloaded deep withing you, filling you up.

"Oh fuck, yes. Yes" you sobbed as you finally reached your climax, the intensity of your orgasm overwhelmed both of you. Your walls clenched around Rudy's throbbing cock. After several moments passed, he finally pulled his still-throbbing cock from your pussy, leaving behind a sticky trail of evidence of your shared passion.

Rudy collapsed back against the chair, his chest heaving with exertion as he tried to catch his breath. His cock was still twitching slightly, leaking drops of cum onto the leather seat beneath them. As you rested your forehead against his, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You both remained like this for a moment, simply taking in each other's presence and savouring the afterglow of your intense session together.

Once you caught your breath, you slowly slid off of him and started putting your trousers back on. Despite the fact that you were now covered in a mix of sweat and cum, Rudy found himself reluctant to see you leave his side.

You didn't want to leave and you could sense that Rudy didn't want you to either. You turned to him and sighed "I can't stay. It wouldn't look good if someone walked in". Even though he knew it was necessary, there was still a part of him that wanted nothing more than you to pull you back onto his lap and continue where they had left off just minutes ago.

However, duty called, and he knew he couldn't ignore the possibility of someone discovering them in such a compromising position.

You gave him a lazy smile and started heading towards the door, Rudy couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You both pretended like nothing unusual had occurred. After all, you were soldiers first and foremost so discipline and professionalism came before personal desire.

As days passed, you and Rudy continued your playful banter, never letting on that there was anything more between you. You found yourself growing more and more entranced by him with every moment. You mind was consumed with thoughts of him, your body longing for another encounter with him.

Meanwhile, Rudy struggled to keep his feelings in check, finding it difficult not to openly express his desire for you. But he knew that doing so could jeopardize everything you both had worked has worked so hard to achieve within Los Vaqueros, so he maintained a stoic exterior, hiding his true emotions from everyone around him.

As time went on, the tension between you two grew thicker, becoming almost palpable. Every time he walked into a room or crossed paths with you, your heart raced and your mind became clouded with thoughts of him. You found yourself craving his attention more than ever.

On this particular day though you were in a foul mood, you had walked into your office and were graced with piles and piles of paperwork Alejandro needed you to complete. You were so angry that everything and everyone pissed off.

You were in the cafeteria getting some coffee when Rudy decided to start an argument with you about something trivial, making you snap at him.

The tension between you was thick, and it seemed like any wrong move could send things spiralling out of control. As you glared at each other across the table, neither one of you were willing to back down. It felt like the entire room held it's breath.

"I hate you so goddamn much Rudy"

Everyone froze in shock, unable to believe what they were witnessing. The room fell silent as everyone watched, waiting to see how this explosive confrontation would unfold. In a voice just as loud and forceful as your, he replied "Well, I don't give a fuck what you think. You're always so high and mighty, acting like you know everything"

The sound of your slap echoed through the cafeteria, causing everyone to gasp in shock and surprise. The impact of your hand against his cheek sent a sharp pain shooting through Rudy's head, and he reeled to the side slightly, rubbing his stinging skin with his fingers.

As you ran away in panic, he stood there, dazed and confused, processing what had just happened. The look of anger in your eyes lingered in his memory, causing a mixture of emotions to churn inside him.

But despite being hurt physically and emotionally, something ignited within him.

While you were busy slamming your door and screaming into your pillow, Rudy was making his way towards your room. His face still flushed from the sting of your slap, his mind was clouded with a mix of anger and arousal.

Rudy burst into your room and slammed the door shut behind him. You walked towards him to tell him to leave but Rudy grabbed your face and kissed you angrily. As your tongues clashed together, the heat of Rudy's kiss seared your lips, and his hands gripped onto your face tightly, refusing to let go.

He deepened the kiss, pushing you against the wall, your bodies flush against each other. His hands roamed over your curves, feeling every inch of your soft skin beneath his fingertips. Without warning, Rudy pulled at your top, tearing it apart in a single swift motion. The sudden movement caused your breasts to spill out from underneath, he groaned in appreciation at the sight of them.

His hands wandered over your exposed chest, squeezing and massaging your nipples firmly between his finger tips while he continued to devour your lips with his aggressive kisses.

He grabbed your chin and growled into your ear "Get on your fucking knees". His voice is low and commanding. Without hesitation, you complied, dropping down onto your knees in front of him. The sudden submission caused a surge of arousal to course through his veins, he couldn't help but grunt in approval. His hand never left your chin as hi undid his trousers.

"Open that pretty little mouth"

You swallowed hard, anticipation filling every cell of your body. As his trousers fell to the ground, revealing his hardened cock, you parted your lips, ready for whatever he had in store for you.

He guided his cock towards your waiting lips, hovering just inches away from entering your warm, wet mouth. With a final nod of determination, he pushed forward, sliding into your welcoming throat with a satisfying slide. He began to thrust into your willing mouth, Rudy took it slow. Savouring the feel of your warmth mouth enveloping him but hearing the unmistakable sound of you gagging, it only served to fuel his desire further.

He increased his pace, driving himself deeper into your throat with each powerful stroke, his hips bucking widely as he lost himself completely in the moment. The sound of your gagging echoed around the room, adding another layer of intensity to the already intense scene, his hand wrapped around your hair tightly.

You undid you own trousers and began rubbing your clit through your underwear, the duel stimulation making you loose track of time. As you sucked on Rudy's cock, your fingers traced circles around your clit, gradually increasing the speed and pressure. Seeing you touch yourself, Rudy's own climax approached with alarming speed. This thrusts became more erratic and intense. The grip of your hair tighten more, domination you completely as him orgasm built up inside him.

Just as he felt himself nearing release, Rudy released a feral growl and erupted into your willing mouth. Your hungry swallowing action ensured none of his cum went to waste. For several moments afterward, he remained buried deep within your mouth, panting heavily and catching his breath before finally pulling out of your wet lips, leaving them dripping with saliva and cum.

With one swift motion, he bent down and threw you onto the bed. You landed with a soft thud, the mattress absorbing most of the impact. You both removed any remaining clothes, discarding them carelessly on the floor. Rudy stood naked before you, his muscular form displayed proudly for you to see, the tattoos and scars adorning his body added an air or danger to his appearance.

He flipped you onto your back and lifted your ass up in the air, baring your pussy to his hungry gaze. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he positioned himself behind you, the head of his cock rubbing against your wet entrance. Normally he takes his time with you, slowly stretching you out until you are perfectly prepared for his thick cock. However, tonight was different - instead of taking things slow, he decided to show you who was in control by slamming into you without any warning.

"Mierda"

His cock plunge deep into your waiting pussy with a loud thud, immediately hitting your cervix and causing you to cry out in surprise. He didn't pause for even a moment, continuing to drive himself into you relentlessly, the motion sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of your bodies. With each powerful thrust, he reminded you who was in charge here, using his superior size and strength to dominate your body completely.

"Tu perra" Rudy's voice was harsh and cruel as he spoke to you, his words laced with anger and lust. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking it roughly and forcing you up so that your back was pressed against his chest.

"Slapping me in front of the recruits. The Colonel"

His arm wrapped around your waist to keep you upright while the other hand wrapped around tightly around your throat, cutting off any chances of escape or protests. He squeezed tightly enough to make you gasp for air, emphasizing his complete control over you.

"I thought you liked my hands on you, I thought you liked me being rough. This. This is nothing" you gasped, egging him on. You knew you were playing a dangerous game but you've never seen Rudy take control, you wanted to see how far he would push you.

As he moved inside of you, his cock slamming against your cervix over and over again, he glared down at you with a mixture of disdain and desire. "You think you can play games with me?" he growled menacingly, his voice low and dangerous. "Yes" you smirked.

Rudy's eyes narrowed as he registered your defiance. He pulled out of your pussy with a sudden jerk, leaving you feeling empty and vulnerable. In one swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while the holding onto the base of his throbbing cock with the other.

His gaze locked onto yours, and he leered down at you. "You want to play games with me? Fine", he growled, his voice is dangerous. "Let's see how much you can take"

"Try me"

Rudy grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and malice. He brought your legs over his shoulder, putting you into the mating press, the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance. He pushed forward, driving into your pussy with brutal force. The sensation of being filled so completely by his cock sent shockwaves of pleasure and pain coursing through your body.

His hand found home around your throat again. "You stupid, disrespectful whore," he growled, his accent thickening with anger. He tightened his grip around your throat, chocking you slightly as he held you in place.

With each relentless thrust of his hips, he showed you exactly how little regards he had for your comfort.

Rudy's eyes flashed with hunger as he heard your moans of assent, his his pounded against your body in an unrelenting rhythm, his balls slapping against your ass with each impact. The combination of pleasure and pain caused by his relentless fucking left you breathless.

You started whimpering as you were nearing your climax but Rudy showed no signs of slowing down, continuing to drive into you with merciless force, ignoring your pleas.

Rudy's hand moved away from your throat just long enough to capture you lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue pushing past your parted teeth and delved deeper into your mouth. Your orgasm finally crashed over you in a torrent of release.

"Fuck" you cried out

He continued to slide in and out of your wet pussy with brutal precision, each stroke sending new waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Rudy took full advantage of your vulnerability in the aftermath of your orgasm and drove himself deeper into your waiting pussy. Rudy's hand moved up to cup your breast, squeezing it roughly and teasing the nipple with his thumb before releasing it with a harsh tug.

Rudy placed you in the louts flower, wrapping one arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest while he used the other hand to fondle your breasts roughly, squeezing them and teasing your sensitive nipples with his fingers. Your pussy was still quivering from your recent climax, and the combination of the stimulation provided by his hand on your breasts and the pressure of his throbbing cock against your entrance sent shivers of pleasure and anticipation racing through your body.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. "I-I'm sorry" you sobbed. Rudy smiled devilishly as he heard your apology, which only served to egg him on further. He knew exactly what he was doing - purposefully overstimulating you to push you to the brink of insanity.

His hand moved from your breast to gently trace patterns along your inner thigh, teasing your sensitive skin and leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. The other hand remained anchored around your waist, holding you tightly against him as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.

As he pounded into you with unrelenting force, Rudy's voice dropped to a low whisper, his words barely audible over the sound of his hips slamming against yours. "You're not sorry," he growled. "I-I" you moaned "I am Rudy".

Rudy's grip on your hair was firm but gentle, allowing him to pull your head back just enough so that he could look deeply into your eyes. His lust-filled gaze locked onto yours, consuming every last bit of your attention as he pounded into you with relentless ferocity.

"Mh fuck. Yesyesyes" you sobbed.

Rudy's grunts was filled with satisfaction as he heard your cries of pleasure, his hips driving into you with even more force now that he had captured your complete attention.

His free hand moved from your waist to gently caress your cheek, tracing lines of fire along your skin as he watched your body react to his rough treatment. With each brutal thrust, Rudy's cock buried itself deeper within your wet pussy, his balls slapping against your ass with each impact. The sound of his hips hitting against your thighs added to the erotic atmosphere surrounding you two.

Rudy's moans grew hoarse with desire as he felt himself nearing his climax, his hips picking up speed and intensity as he neared the edge. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to him and muffling your cries of pleasure with a hungry kiss.

His cock pulsed inside of your pussy, spurting hot streams of cum deep within your womb as he released himself completely, lost in the moment of shared ecstasy.

As they both climaxed together, Rudy's fingers dug into your skin, leaving marks that would serve as a reminder of their shared experience, while his hips continued to slam against your thighs in a desperate attempt to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible.

"Rudy" you screamed. His name echoed through the room like a battle cry, his voice raw and primitive as he roared out his release alongside yours. He clenched your waist tightly, his cock throbbing inside of your pussy as he emptied himself into your waiting depths.

The sound of their combined cries filled the air, mixing with the slapping noise of his hips as he finally let go and surrendered fully to the sensations coursing through his body.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still, and then reality slowly crept back in as they both rode out their mutual climaxes, breathing heavily and panting with exertion. In that moment, there was nothing but the two of you, connected by more than just flesh and desire.

Rudy lifted you off him and gently laid you down beside him, his cock still pulsing and twitching as he laid down beside you. He pulled you close to his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your neck tenderly, his voice a whispered mixture of praise and affection.

As he held you close, he ran his fingers lightly up and down your hip, creating a soothing rhythm that contrasted with the intensity of their previous encounter. Rudy looked down at you with concern etched across his face, his expression softening as he saw how exhausted and spent you looked.

"Are you okay? Did I go too far?," he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. You turned and faced him with a lazy smile. You brought your hand up to cradle his face "I'm fine Rudy, I enjoyed it" you reassured him before bringing him for a sweet yet gentle kiss.

He returned your sweet kiss, their lips meeting in a tender moment of intimacy that contrasted sharply with the intensity of their earlier encounter. As they lay there, side by side, the afterglow of their passionate session still lingering between them, Rudy took a moment to appreciate how beautiful you really were.

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killmongerskeepermain · 2 years ago

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Prompt Request: Hello! You’re such an amazing & talented author! Can I please get #13 angst & #8 fluff for Shuri? Thank you have an amazing day! <3

Angst #13: “I never meant to hurt you”

Fluff #8: Kissing the crown of the head

You and Shuri had your fair share of fights. But they never got too bad. Not to the point where she actually yelled for you to leave her lab in front of everyone. It shouldn't hurt this much but her words will stick with you for the rest of the night.

"Get out of my lab Y/N. That's an order." She turned away from you and you were taken aback by her tone.

"Fine then." Without saying another word you tossed your kimoyo bracelet onto the desk on your way out. You left the palace to take a breather before deciding to head to the village to visit a friend. You and Onabi have known each other since middle school. Fast forward you were on her couch having a few glasses of wine just catching up.

"Honestly I was really surprised you showed up at my doorstep. I haven't seen you since a couple weeks ago." She smiled and you shrugged.

"Shuri and I have been having a couple of issues. She's been busy in her lab and I've felt forgotten but I've also been overbearing about it. It's just. It sucks." You told her and she handed you the bottle. “Remember darling, there’s no excuse for how she treated you, but if you didn’t handle it accordingly, things can get worse. Which is what it sounds like happened.” You poured another glass hating that she was right and she clapped her hands, bracelets clanging together.

"Well let's have some fun. There's going to be a party at this club tonight. You can come and if somehow you and Shuri make up, bring her along. Have some fun, dance on each other and shit." She grinned and you let a smile form on your lips.

"Maybe. When does this party start?" You asked and she checked her watch.

"In about an hour. Which means you need to get back into the palace and find a cute fit. Maybe talk to your dearest." She raised her eyebrows. "Besides I'm rooting for you two to fix your issues."

"Me too." You thanked her for the chat as it was good to talk it out rather than having a screaming match with Shuri. You left her place with the intention of going to said party tonight as you walked towards the palace. The walk wasn't long but it gave you time to ponder on the things your friend said. You let out a sigh as you step foot in the palace and beelined for your shared room. There, you started going through your closet to find something cute and simple. You had no one to impress so why go all out? The bedroom door opening caught your attention but you stayed looking at your dresses.

"Griot told me you had come back." A voice said softly and you let your shoulders fall. "Sthandwa please. Let me make this right." You didn't hear any footsteps so you knew she was keeping her distance. You turned to face her and her eyes were red while her lips turned into a frown. Your heart broke at the sight and you held out your arms welcoming her into your warmth. She didn't hesitate to reach you in a couple of long strides, wrapping her arms around your middle.

"I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. I didn't mean to hurt you. I came back to apologize but you were gone and I didn't know where you went and-"

"It's alright my love." You told her so she wouldn't continue rambling. "We both had a hand in that argument. I shouldn't have said what I said." You stared down at her before pulling her to her feet with a smile. "Dry those tears. We've been invited to a party."

You tried to lighten the mood and beamed when you saw a smile make its way to her lips. "Party?"

"Yeah. Onabi invited us after we had a chat. She made me realize that I can be wrong too." You said and Shuri grabbed your face before tilting your head down. She kissed the crown of your head but let her lips linger for a couple of seconds as you held her waist.

"Then let's get ready my love."

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achaotichuman · 8 months ago

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I love love love your work!!

Would you consider writing some tamris headcanons? just some general fluffy headcanons lol

Tysm!!

Thank you so much!! I love writing for Tamris, I hope you enjoy these!

Eris and Tamlin are secret lovers. Neither of their fathers would approve of their relationship so they often meet in secret. One of their favorite meeting places is under a willow tree by a river that defines the line between Spring and Autumn. They will sit there for hours, Eris with his head on Tamlin's shoulder, just taking a break from their lives. Eris lets Tamlin train and play with his shadowhounds. Tamlin is very good friends with them, and more than once has turned into a shadowhound and freaked the fuck out of Eris when he realised there was one brand new random shadowhound in the litter. Tamlin and Eris are both extremely emotional with each other. Since both of them hide their true colors from their families, and from it have so many pent up emotions. Often they'll sit in bed together and cry about their tears, sobbing into each other's chests, but feeling safer than ever. Eris taught Tamlin to dance; he was very clumsy at first. Couldn't move the same way Eris did, like his muscles were fluid. He stepped on Eris' toes and couldn't stick to the beat properly. But after hours and hours of frustration, Tamlin managed to get through a dance with perfect performance. Matching Eris for his movements as he finally stopped overthinking it. Eris was very proud of him and forced Tamlin to dance at the next ball they attended. Just so he could show everyone that his teaching paid off. Tamlin is a lot taller than Eris, by at least a head. Whenever they get into arguments. Eris will sit on a counter, and if there is no counter nearby, he will stand on a chair or stool so they can be eye to eye. It works but only because Tamlin will be too busy holding in his laughter to argue back. Sometimes Tamlin will show up at Eris' doorstep, bloody and bruised from his brother's. Eris will silently patch him up, wrapping bandages around his wounds and tracing his fingers along his arms and shoulders. Massaging into his muscles before applying balm to bruises. A quiet intimacy, until Tamlin either falls asleep or breaks down and tells him what happened. Whenever Beron tortures Eris, Tamlin will find a way into the Autumn house. Whether by sneaking in through Lucien's old room or going through the tunnel system that leads to the dungeons. Then he will find Eris and bandage him the best he can. He will heal what he can that Beron won't notice and will sing softly to Eris as he holds him. Soothing and calming him the best he can. Tamlin got into wood carving once and tried to carve a shadowhound for Eris. It looks awful, like some kind of deformed rabbit. Eris laughed it off but keeps it on his desk so he can look at it every single day. During meetings and parties, Eris will find Tamlin's eyes, they will stare at each other from across the room. Always watching each other until there is a free moment for both of them. One of them will walk away from the party, shortly followed by the other. They will then quickly find the nearest closet and kiss until there's no more air in their lungs. Tamlin whispering about how much he misses him. Eris will wrap his legs around Tamlin and hold onto him as tightly as he can, before they have to separate and leave each other. Tamlin will show up at Eris' window, hanging from the rail. Eris will say something like "You shouldn't have come here tonight," But Tamlin will respond with, "I wanted to see you." Then Tamlin will kiss him and slip poems he wrote into Eris' pockets so that he 'will think of him all night.' Before disappearing into the darkness. And Eris will be left blushing and feeling like a teenager in love for the first time.

I hope you like these anon!

#acotar #pro tamlin #tamlin #eris vanserra #pro eris vanserra #tamris #tamlin x eris vanserra #acotar headcanons #acotar au

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whyiseverynametakenpls · 10 months ago

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Trust

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Genre : fluff (?) I'm not really sure

Tw : accusations of stealing pointed towards reader, manipulation if you squint

Pairing : Vox Akuma x reader

Characters : vox, you, vox's parents

Story : he believes me?

Info : this isn't modern btw it's another timeline

"You shouldn't even be here! Get out of my territory!" Vox huffed, his hands crossed tightly in front of his chest, annoyance written all over his face. You scoffed at him. "I'm your guest! You should be treating me nicely!" you shot back, a hint of laughter in your voice as you observed his irritated expression.

"Guest!? Ew! Why would I ever have you as a guest!?" Vox sneered, his bright yellow eyes glaring at you mockingly. "Hey! Watch your tongue! Your dad allowed me to stay here!" you pointed a finger at him, the tip lightly brushing his hair. He swatted your hand away immediately, a deep frown creasing his forehead.

"Ugh! You're so annoying!" Vox threw his hands in the air, displaying his frustration. You chuckled softly, sensing a small victory. "Says the person who is stupider than me!" you taunted, a mischievous smirk playing on your lips as you watched him grow even more irritated.

"Says the person who literally broke into my room!?" Vox scoffed, his expression full of disdain. "I did not!" you protested, placing your hands dramatically over your chest and gasping theatrically. Vox mimicked your movements, exaggerating them for effect. "Mehhh, I didn't!! Mehhh!!!" he mocked, sticking his tongue out at you.

He continued to make the sound every time you tried to defend yourself. "You! Ugh! I can't stand you!" With that, you stormed out of his room, slamming the door behind you, but not before tossing a piece of candy you found on the floor in his direction.

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"You know you're still very annoying, right?" You stood beside Vox, your left hand tucked into the pocket of your blazer while your right hand aimed a playful punch at his side. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he replied, effortlessly blocking your punch with his hand as he gazed into the horizon, taking a deep breath.

"I wonder why we used to fight so much," he remarked, a hint of nostalgia coloring his voice as he recalled the countless arguments of their childhood. "Hey! You know well you started most of them!" you retorted, raising an eyebrow at him.

"No, I did not!" Vox gasped dramatically, a playful expression on his face. "Stop lying! Yes, you did!" you countered, shaking your head emphatically.

Vox looked at you, his expression betraying his disinterest. "Uh-huh, yeah, whatever you say, dude," he shrugged nonchalantly. "You—! You're always like this! This is why I can never have a peaceful conversation with you!" you exclaimed, crossing your arms and turning your face away from him.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Vox shrugged once more, deliberately drawing out the 'e' to annoy you further. "Agh!" Your irritation escalated with each passing moment, but he only laughed in response. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it out!" you muttered, shaking your head in exasperation before finally getting up and leaving the room.

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"(Name), we know you tried to steal the ring. Just tell us where it is." Ms. Akuma's accusatory tone was sharp as she pointed a finger at you, her face twisted with anger. "But I-I didn't! I swear!" you stammered, struggling to find your words, feeling utterly defenceless.

Ms. Akuma sighed heavily, shaking her head in frustration. "We understand, (Name), your family is struggling financially, but we can't tolerate theft, especially not of that ring!" She attempted to coax a confession out of you, but you vehemently shook your head in denial.

"No! Yes, my family is in financial trouble, but I would never steal, let alone from you!" Your protestations fell on deaf ears as Ms. Akuma let out another exasperated sigh. "Take her, lock her up until she confesses." With those words, two men entered the room and began to forcibly remove you.

"I really didn't! I promise!" Tears welled up in your eyes, your words becoming increasingly jumbled and frantic as the gravity of the situation sank in.

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You found yourself locked in a room, a pane of glass dividing you from Vox's family on the other side. Vox's mother, her accusatory gaze fixed upon you, spoke up. "It's clear (Name) took it. No one was here yesterday except for (Name)." Her finger pointed directly at you, though you noticed a flicker of hesitation on Vox's face.

"I..." Vox started to speak, then abruptly cut himself off. "Nevermind," he muttered, his voice trailing off. Ms. Akuma scoffed, then turned to her child, gently tilting his chin to meet her gaze. "You know this is for the best, don't you, dear?" Her words hung heavily in the tense air, the room falling silent as Vox had no choice but to acknowledge her.

"... Yes, mother," Vox mumbled, his response tinged with uncertainty. Mr. Akuma, who had remained silent until now, suddenly stood up. "I don't think we should be doing this. What if it really wasn't (Name)?" His question prompted Ms. Akuma to stop in her tracks, slowly turning to face him.

"No, they can't be trusted!" Ms. Akuma retorted, her irritation evident in her voice. "Their family has been close with ours for years; I trust them," Mr. Akuma reasoned, attempting to placate his wife. "No," she stated firmly, refusing to budge. "Just because they've been nice to you all this time doesn't mean they won't try anything," she argued, completely disregarding the fact that she was speaking right in front of you.

"Look at your son. Even if he agrees, you do too, don't you?" Her voice, though not raised, sent your heart into overdrive. You were too terrified to glance at Vox. He's going to side with her, isn't he? He's always been intimidated by his parents... Vox hesitated, opening his mouth as if to speak but then closing it again. Finally, he shook his head.

"I believe (Name)."

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<- MASTERLIST

-> I think I kind of burnt it 🔥🔥🔥

-> low-key kind of sucks but hey what's the worst that could happen 💥💥🔥🔥

-> I'm not the best at writing fluff so like.... Sorry 👊

-> holy shit I have so much vox stuff 😦

#nijisanji en #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #whatever gender reader #happy #fluff #luxiem #luxiem x reader #nijisanji luxiem #nijisanji luxiem x reader #vox #vox x reader #vox akuma #vox akuma x reader

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umbane · 12 days ago

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Kayn follows after Ezreal, dreading what's in store for him in his bandmate's room, yet unable to dig his heels in and run when that's all he's been doing for the last month. He doesn't want to make up with Ezreal (and yet, he can't stand another fucking minute of being enemies) and he doesn't want to have this conversation right now (but he's been waiting for it, turning it over and over in his mind until its edges are as smooth as a river stone), and he absolutely, definitely does not want to forgive Ezreal for everything he says (but he already has, long ago).

He hates the way Ezreal looks when he's disappointed, hates the flat tone his voice takes when Kayn's finally beaten him down to dust. It's not what Kayn wants to do, but he doesn't know how to fucking stop. I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN. YOU KNOW THIS IS HOW THINGS ALWAYS END FOR YOU, KAYN. Each step is light behind Ezreal, barely audible as Kayn follows him to his room like a man to his execution, until he's closing Ezreal's door behind him. If they're going to fight some more, it won't do a damn thing to muffle the argument, but it feels like the right thing to do anyways.

There's not a single thing Ezreal does that Kayn doesn't notice. He notices the slight crease between Ezreal's brows, the roots coming in where he missed with the touch-up dye, and the way every part of him seems to slump with defeat. YOU DID THAT. YOU WORE HIM OUT. DO YOU REALLY THINK HE'LL STICK AROUND? Kayn can't turn off the way his body wants to lean towards Ezreal, so he presses his back to the wall, crosses his arms like he's not even bothered.

Already prepared for a barrage of insults, Kayn barely reacts at the first things Ezreal says. No, it's not fun for him, but he's already told Ezreal all the reasons why him constantly missing the bar is a waste of all of their time and talent, and he doesn't feel like explaining that it's actually fucking miserable to push everyone away all the time, to lash out and then wonder why he's fucking alone again. He stares off at one of the walls so he can avoid looking at Ezreal, and it's only the last complaint, the one Ezreal cuts off, that makes his lips twitch in a scowl that lasts half a second. He wants to leave. He wants to leave before they end up hurting each other more, but then Ezreal says something unexpected.

Mismatched eyes flick to Ezreal, surprised to hear the doubt in his voice. Maybe he shouldn't be after he spent so much time ripping into each of Ezreal's insecurities, but... really. Kayn thought he was pretty clear. He scoff, rolling his eyes. "You don't sound that bad," he says, the words dropping from his mouth like stones, undeniable. "That's what's so fucking frustrating. I know you can sing better. You know you can sing better. Everyone fucking knows, Ez, and then you just — don't?" The disgusted curl of his lips makes it look like this is far more personal than it is. "You're overthinking it, and there's not even any fucking stakes. No one's watching. It's not like you're live. There's no fans in the audience. It's just you and me and a note you've hit a thousand fucking times before."

He takes a breath, catching himself before he can keep ranting, and his eyes dart away again. The scowl has taken over his face, and his fingernails are digging into his crossed arms, irritated. CAREFUL, KAYN, OR HE'LL KNOW WHAT A FANBOY YOU ARE. "You don't sound bad. You just—... Can't be up in your head while we're recording. You're My Museum has a riff that's far more complicated, and you can hit it on stage." He knows — he was there. "You can hit it in front of thousands of people, so why not one?" Why not me? What's wrong with me? "Also, you're too fucking sensitive." Now would be a good time to stop, Kayn. "You are a one-hit wonder. Get over it."

Even his absence is infuriating.

Then again, resentment has filled its way within every crack and rough edge that Kayn has - it's tainted his view, leaves him wondering if everybody else in the band can see what he sees. Which is, to say the least, an unstable, miserable man always two steps removed from pushing others away & inflicting whatever's bothering him upon others. It works, for the record, & Kayn's definitely never wrong - the pit of dread in Ezreal's stomach, the nagging sense of insecurity, hasn't left since.

But still - he knew Kayn was home. His shoes were inside, kicked off & random in their placement at the door. Ezreal had checked - knew he'd feel really stupid knocking on the door and attempting to make amends with nobody home. Why does it take so long to even do this one simple thing -

At least when he finally makes it to the door, he's receptive enough to the idea of talking. Even if Kayn asking to go to Ezreal's room makes his head cock, eyebrows flattening with curiosity and apprehension: " We're literally right here, why can't we just - " the lilt of a question had just entered his voice, but it dies in his throat. Pursing his lips with the realization this line of conversation would create an arbitrary argument, the need for interrogation seeps away.

"Yeah, okay. C'mon." The change in tune is flat, he's tired.

The motion of his head is a physical invitation, leading them further down the hallway to his own bedroom. As he enters, his tote bag gets piled on top of an already messy desk. To look closer would reveal half-baked to-do lists, doodles of Ernest & Killer, as well as song lyrics for solo pieces and potential HEARTSTEEL b-sides. None of them finished, and to Ezreal, none of them good enough. He slips his jacket off and drapes it over the chair, now fully unencumbered by his outdoor wear, he all but collapses into a seat on his bed.

The singer's knees are brought up to his chest, trying to envelope his back into the warmth of plush pillows without making it painfully obvious he's still cold. His hands clasp around his legs, keeping them in place and allowing for his fingers to fidget against each other. Funnily enough, its the grey sweatpants that he focuses on - he's seen them before, in another time might have been way more interested in them - now that it's happening, direct eye contact itself seems almost unbearable. A deep exhale sighs through his nose, he's already begun speaking - not enough time given for Kayn to get comfortable.

Though how comfortable can either of them get with this, really?

For as much as he's memorized & recited various comebacks, ideas of what to say by rote - before bed, talking to his expensive, sensitive scalp shampoo bottles, on walks to the grocery store when he's just suddenly swept up and mad again. It all involved about twelve layers of irony, attempts at humor, and a moral high ground that hid his own culpability and vulnerability just as well. In the situation he's found himself in, Ezreal can admit he has nothing - just raw wounds and anger from scabs that he keeps picking.

"Is this fun for you?" In short, why are you the way that you are? It's a race against time before the inevitable blockage in his throat, onset of a true display of being upset despite himself, manifests. "Like, seriously. If your goal is getting a rise out of Ezreal, congrats! I think you did it." Exasperation evident, he brings his tone higher for the sentence to make an example of it. "If its shooting HEARTSTEEL in the foot before we really get off the ground," this one he stops on. So much for extending an olive branch.

There's a beat of silence, but he's not done yet. Ezreal rocks to lean forward just a little - next question mounted with the weight of their new single, the TRUE-SHOT indie album that nobody seemed to listen to, and the autotuned, adolescent You're my Museum behind it.

"Do I really sound that bad?"

#esreal #I can't simply have him communicate nicely.#v. / THIS IS GONNA BE SICKKKKK - k 💜

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heyhihellosworld · 2 years ago

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𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Mason leaves a bit too many clues and you can't keep it together anymore

Warnings: Angst, cheating

Notes: Was in angsty mood but finished it in a good mood so it didn't turn out great heh

It hadn't been hard figuring it out.

So many clues, bad hidden evidences that led to one and only one conclusion.

The late nights away, the off mood, the disdain to touch you in any way, the making up, the weird smelling perfume and the dumb excuses.

The most evident evidence was his friends. You didn't know what to call them, clueless or stupid. The clumsy attempts to stick up for him, the over-explaining and the dumbest fuck of them all almost telling you something he shouldn't.

The math had been easy, what you should do to solve it was a tougher problem though. Your thoughts where scattered, did you confront him? Did you pretend nothing happened? Did you act clueless or would you be selfish, call him out on it and scream out your frustration at his guilty face.

When you thought about it the last option was the most tempting one and to be real it wasn't selfish it was fair.

You were sitting on the couch, your sweat-set on and curled against the pillows in the corner and a hot cup of coffee in your hands as you pondered your options. It had been clear for a couple of days now.

Mason finally coming home this day after a weekend away with away-game in Spain meant you had to decide. Maybe greeting him with this wasn't very nice but he hadn't been very nice to you so you honestly didn't care. You were done being nice.

"Hey babe, you home?!"

You sighed heavily, resting your head back before responding "Living room"

Mason's quick footsteps where heard from the kitchen, walking into the living room with a playful pout on his face completely unaware of the pondering you had spent the weekend doing.

"Hey, you're not greeting me today?" he smiled but his face fell as he saw your completely emotionless face looking back at him, tired and anxious.

"What's wrong?" he questioned, walking into the room and standing before you with narrowed eyes, frown on his face as you still hadn't even given him a smile.

"Maybe you can answer that" you muttered, standing up from the couch and walking off to the kitchen with your empty cup.

"You wanna greet me with an argument, really?" He scoffed, following behind you, your eyes rolling but he couldn't see as your back was against him.

"Well what would you do if you found out that your boyfriend had been cheating on you?" You snapped, turning around to see his face fall completely "Huh? What would you do, would you greet him with a kiss?"

Mason swallowed hard, eyes looking away from yours as he couldn't take the intense stare you gave him. "Uh-I-" "You uh-I what Mason" you chuckled sarcastically, all the debating and choice making flying away, there was only one thing you could to and that was confront him and the anger just took over.

You had loved him, given him all of your spare time, tried hard to make it work and to travel with him for his work and in return he gave you nothing.

"You're not gonna say anything?!"

your voice raised, getting extremely annoyed by his silence

"How did you find out?" he said lowly, eyes staring at floor as you chuckled sarcastically again. "That's the only thing you want to say?" You shook your head as you put the cup into the washer.

"It wasn't rocket science Mason. It was actually extremely easy, you really suck at lying" "How?" he repeated lowly and you sighed, threading your hands trough your hair in stress.

"C'mon Mason, you had hickies on your neck, messages from girls I didn't know, you've been out late 'with the lads' multiple times in the week meanwhile I've got picture from the girls on movie nights and dates with the ones you claimed seeing. You've been off, not wanting to look at me our touch me, you smell like a micture of woman prefume and your own shitty one, you have the dumbest excuses ever and you always feel so guilty you want to make up for it afterwards, acting so so sweet after you've come home late. Plus not to mention those stupid friends of yours, so so stupid, not knowing when to shut their mouths" You reeled on his face falling more and more for every evidence you spoke. He was quite for several moments before looking at your face, still avoiding your eyes "I'm Sorry"

"Well fuck your sorry" you grumbled, "We're done"

You moved from the counter, grabbing your phone and charger before shouldering past him, making your way to the bedroom where you'd already packed all your stuff.

"What? No y/n don't say that" Mason pleaded, following you like a puppy, your eyes rolled again. "Fuck off Mason" you grumbled, pushing his arm away as he tried to grab you.

You had been sad enough, now there was only pure anger and frustration left, frustration at your boyfriend who had betrayed your trust and ruined your relationship. Anger that you had let it happen for too long, angry at him for putting you in that position. Anger anger and frustration clouded your vision as you turned back out of the door with him in tow, heading straight to the door where he grabbed you again.

"Y/n, please let me explain" he pleaded. You couldn't stomach looking into his brown eyes, knowing they would break your anger but you needed that anger to not break down right now.

"What's there to explain?" you sighed tiredly, meeting his sad teary eyes but it didn't make you sad, it made you angrier. Like why the hell was he sad, it was his doing and his choice.

"I didn't mean to, I I-I was drunk and stupid and i-"

"Just be quite, there is nothing you can say, and don't you dare put this like a one time thing, I know it's been going on for weeks Mason so just drop the act and tell me why"

He looked down, squirming on his spot "I-I don't know why!" he exclaimed. Your head shook and tiredness filled your body, was this all he put down into your relationship, was this what you meant for him?

"Well then we are all done here" you stated, moving to leave but he stopped you again. "No! Please, I am sorry, it was stupid an-" "Mason just stop!" You groaned, grabbing his chin to force him to look into your eyes "I don't care if you're sorry now, you still fucked multiple girls behind my back. You knew exactly what you were doing and you chose to do it anyway, you chose to throw us away you made me feel like shit you broke us up so stop saying sorry and stop trying to make me stay. I have felt shitty this last month, you made me feel like garbage, like I was the one doing something wrong and now I finally managed to clear my head so don't fucking stop me. We are over Mason"

You pushed past him and threw the door closed behind you, throwing your bag in the car before settling in yourself, you backed out of his driveway.

Leaving your relationship and him behind you.

#mason mount #mason mount blurb #mason mount fanfic #mason mount angst #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagines #footballer fanfiction #footballer imagine #footballer fanfic

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killmongerskeeper · 2 years ago

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Hello! You’re such an amazing & talented author! Can I please get #13 angst & #8 fluff for Shuri? Thank you have an amazing day! <3

Angst #13: “I never meant to hurt you”

Fluff #8: Kissing the crown of the head

"Get out of my lab Y/N. That's an order." She turned away from you and you were taken aback by her tone.

"Honestly I was really surprised you showed up at my doorstep. I haven't seen you since a couple weeks ago." She smiled and you shrugged.

"Maybe. When does this party start?" You asked and she checked her watch.

"In about an hour. Which means you need to get back into the palace and find a cute fit. Maybe talk to your dearest." She raised her eyebrows. "Besides I'm rooting for you two to fix your issues."

"I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. I didn't mean to hurt you. I came back to apologize but you were gone and I didn't know where you went and-"

You tried to lighten the mood and beamed when you say a smile make its way to her lips. "Party?"

"Then let's get ready my love."

#black panther shuri #shuri x reader #black panther imagines #shuri prompt #shuri x you #shuri black panther

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fly-forever-young · 2 years ago

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•~𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 S

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Yuta: "We shouldn't do this ... It's wrong"

You: "Then let's not do it ..."

Yuta is one centimeter away from you, it would be enough for you to get close your face a little and your lips would touch. Yuta gently tucks a Lock of hair behind your ear, you can feel his hard member on your thigh and it turns you on, it makes your panties wet, he turns you on and all the consequences turn you on.

You: "Have you decided?"

You look away from his lips to look him in the eye, you see uncertainty in his gaze but also luxury and you look at him waiting to see which one will prevail.

Yuta: "Later ... Let's meet later, now it's risky"

You: "Yuta I'm needy please"

Yuta in response pushes his body against yours, you feel even more his member right there where you feel the need making you moan. Yuta is quick enough to cover your mouth hoping no one has heard.

Yuta: "I said later"

Yuta leaves the kitchen and then returns to the living room, you drink a glass of water hoping it will help you and then you too go and sit on the sofa in the living room.

You sit next to Johnny and Jungwoo, Yuta is far from you sadly.

Johnny: "Did it take you that long to drink a glass of water ?!"

You: "I was thirsty"

Johnny: "what time will I take you home?"

You: "I'm going there alone"

Jungwoo: "Oohw Johnny is a good big brother"

Johnny: "Shut up"

You and Johnny drop your argument as soon as the movie begins.

Jungwoo has leaned on your shoulder which does not go unnoticed by your brother and even by Yuta who looks at you discreetly.

So in spite of both you approach Jungwoo and start talking in a low voice to him.

Halfway through the movie, you decide to take a break for some snacks.

Jungwoo: "Y / n will you come with me to get some snacks?"

You: "Yes-"

Johnny: "No, I'll go"

Johnny gets up and you smirk at his overreaction.

Taeyong: "Aish Y / n I'm sorry for you ahaha you will never be able to find a relationship with Johnny like this"

After stocking up on the snacks, they sit down again this time Johnny sits next to Jungwoo, so now you have Johnny and Taeyong next to you.

Although the film is interesting it is difficult to stay awake.

You lean your head to Johnny who brings you close to him so that you are comfortable and then close your eyes for a second.

Johnny: "Should I take her home?"

Doyoung: "In my opinion, no, you should do two ride to take her home and then to return to the dormitory it is not convenient and it's late"

Johnny: "Shall I let her sleep here on the sofa?"

Jungwoo: "Or in my bed"

Johnny glares at him throwing an empty bottle that Jungwoo grabs smirking.

Jungwoo: "it's was a joke, but seriously either one of us leaves his room or you let her sleep here on the sofa"

Yuta: "I can sleep on the sofa and she sleeps in my room if you want"

Johnny: "Ah Yuta you make me feel guilty, you're really kind but I think it's better to let her sleep here on the sofa, the sofa is comfortable. All she need is a pillow, and some sheets"

Johnny picks you up while the other members arrange the sofa as best they can and then slowly lean back you on the sofà, being careful not to wake up. Then everyone goes to their rooms.

After spend two hours in the dormitory there is silence everyone is already asleep except Yuta who wakes up and comes into the living room to you. Yuta wastes no time, he gets on top, opening your legs slightly to take off your panties, he begins to make circular movements with his fingers on your clit, then lowers his boxers and palm his member. Yuta looks at you, you are so calm when you sleep, your slightly parted lips seem to be made to fit around his cock.

Yuta sticks the tip of his cock into your vagina and then slowly it's all inside, he has to resist not moaning, your pussy is tight and hot especially for him. He Starts moving slowly not wanting to wake you up and then put your hand on your mouth and push hard inside you, his push makes you wake up suddenly luckily there is his hand to block every sound that your mouth produces.

Yuta: "I told you later, and here we are baby ssh"

Yuta moves his hips faster now, the only sound you hear are your bodies banging against each other and the smell, the smell of sex.

Yuta comes over to kiss your neck, which he bites and stuffs with hickeys To get revenge with what happened with Jungwoo.

Yuta: "Baby- you're so tight- fuck-"

His dirty words and his stuffing cock make you roll your eyes crying as you cling to his arms definitely leaving marks with your nails.

Yuta takes his hand from your mouth to kiss you, devours your every moan with his mouth as his tongue explores inside your mouth. Bring your hand to your clit in fast circular motions.

You: "Oh my god- Yuta"

You groan not being able to control yourself, you hope the others haven't heard it.

Yuta: "Come for me baby"

The thrusts of Yuta, his words and the thrill of being caught turn you on so much until you come moaning the name of Yuta, him trying to make you stay silent with his mouth. After a couple of thrusts he comes too, you can feel his cum inside you warm and you feel full.

Yuta takes off from above you and lies down next to you holding you in his arms, being careful not to drop you off the small sofà.

Yuta: "Fuck Y / n I told you to stay silent, if Johnny heard I'm dead"

You: "You know I can't and he's definitely sleeping don't worry"

You cover yourself with the sheet as soon as you see that suddenly the corridor lights have come on.

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