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2 years ago i fucked up a friendship w a girl (that im pretty sure i was in love with). to this day i think of her and sometimes when i see her on the street i just wanna cry. i understand your plight very much.
yeahhh man im sorry to hear that!!! it genuinely fucking sucks and i would never wish this upon anyone. cuz like it makes you fully think about all the what ifs and i genuilnely dont think ill ever find someone like her again
#im not trying to sound dramatic im being so serious she was so fucking perfect for me#i geuss the difference is shes the one who broke up w me and i know i didnt do anything wrong#neither of us did#its just like fuck!!! you know?? like we could have been so much#serious relationships dont need to be longterm to be serious you know???#one of these days im going to get tipsy and then 'drunk' text her even though i fiully intend to text her#and then claim i was just drunk because im notl ying im just not telling the full truth#like i fully considered it last night but i knew it would be a bad idea and i know if i do it its just gonna fuck things up more#but im soooo tempted man#like i dont know what itll even do#i know inside my goal is to maybe convince her that its not our time to end but i know in reality#its just gonna make her feel guilty and push her away even more if i show her how much ic are abou ther#i just seriously wish i understood why she even did it#i also thought being back on campus would help and i mean it has for sure becuase ive had my friends to distract me#but the thing is im not enjoying anything. like im not being distracted im just being numbed ykwim#cuz the moment i leave my friends all i do is think about her#and even when im WITH my friends ill be in the moment w them and then 2 minutes later ill start zoning out thinking about her#like the worst part about this is i dont have any anger *against* her#maybe im angry about like the general situation but the anger isnt against her#and while being angry is its own kind of pain in a way it can be easier cuz at least then youre tempted to have a good time and show off#but when its like this where youre just sad at the situation like what am i actually gonna do except think about her#sorry anon im not trying to dump on you i just start ranting in the tags sometimes#sunny rambles#anon tag#asks
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i just loved that the writers were like mark of cain dean slowly becomes more and more barbaric and inhuman as he canât control this primordial, gaping wound in the form of an already healed over scar that has been borne by the devil himself and is in fact what made him the devil and therefore will make dean long and lust after maiming and ultimately murdering people with an urge stronger than any love or passion or resolution heâs ever experienced in his life And Also Heâs A Huge Misogynist
well. TO BE FAIR. you have just kind of described dean when he is normal also.
#this is dean winchester we are talking about. on the âwe hate womenâ show.#god I feel like Iâm gonna get to the Mark in my rewatch and the hype will have built it up too much#the mark in my head is so cool you guys have no idea because I never talk about it but trust me it is#I think I like. barely scraped a mention of it in that one Lucifer/Raphael fic and another time in a 3 sentence fic#murder death kill drive is fine but I think the mark should fuck up ur thinking even more. hallucifer 2 this time with Godâs evil sister#slowly trying to eat your soul from the inside. amplifying anger for anyone sure but playing to the worst parts of someone mostly#Dean is angry but why enhance his anger when you can enhance his paranoia. his abandonment issues. his need for control. and make those the#reasons for him to lash out and kill people. I mean the show never fucking settled on if the mark actually corrupted someone into something#that they arenât or just revealed what was already there. I felt it wanted to have both. to say to Lucifer âyou were always sickâ and to#Dean âwell we can fix youâ but no fuck that letâs lean hard into the revealing whatâs there already aspect#I think partially Iâm also still just mad about the demon origins retcon but shhhh whatever whatever#anyway. sorry for rambling anon. you are very funny. I chuckled.#ask#spn#dean winchester
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The Family Matter?!
Synopsis. BabyfevĂ©r - itâs never felt so good.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, breĂ©ding, mentions of kids/ marriage, a LOT of creampĂes, Gojoâs powers, cĂșmplay (like a lot), spĂtting, overstĂm, exhĂbitionism (Getoâs), chokĂng Nanami, pĂșssy-slappĂng, proposals, rĂșts (Choso), bĂting, true form! Sukuna, overspill, dp, bondagĂ©, mentions of dĂ ddy kĂnk, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. To the one anon that wanted this - how did you read my mind?? Hope yâall have a lovely week <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Santa, babyâŠ
âB-but- Christmas isnât for another few months, Tojiââ
Now, Toji has to admit - that broken, honeyed-out little drag of his name is enough to crack even that tough demeanor of his - just a bit. And itâs all he can do to calm down the raging twitch of his buried cock, driving it deeper and deeper against your mushy g-spot to shut up those dangerous moans of yours.Â
âB-b-but-â Youâre flinching when his deep, baritone voice pitches dramatically high to mock your own, a large palm coming down to give your poor clit a branding smack! â-but, you think thatâs gonna stop me, ma?â
Stupidly, youâre whirling your dazed eyes over your shoulder to catch his, only for the calloused pads of his fingers to swiftly force your face back down.Â
âNot me, you donât get to hah- look at me just yet, doll.â Toji grits out from behind you, feverish puffs of breath sending goosebumps down your spine. Down to where your puffy cunt was just bulging with all long, solid inches of his swollen, overworked cock. Sloppy. Overspilling. âNot until youâre giving me another brat by Christmas.âÂ
A sob wrenches out of you when Toji jostles his sharp hips against yours. Harder, until you could feel every minute smack of his still-full, sensitive balls, every slosh of his syrupy sticky cum coating your walls from earlier.Â
âLook.âÂ
Youâre shaking your head in almost-bratty protest, the fat of your ass still pushing and pulling against his rugged thrusts. You feel like you could go insane if you saw any more. Thighs twitching to a shy close, âNgh- canât sâtoo- too much.â
This only pulls out a displeased growl from your pussydrunk boyfriend, rasping out a warning. âNo fuck-Â donât you fucking dare-â Big, beefy hands wrench your legs even farther apart to admire the mess heâs made, bruising where he holds them unable to escape. âDonât you even think of it, woman.â
Itâs accompanied by another harsh slap! on your puffed-up clit, this time harder than the last. Shocking you to your heated core until youâre seeing stars behind your eyes, already-ruined cunt just clenching in painful pleasure.Â
He laughs - laughs, âInstead of squeezinâ the fucking soul outta me, look here at how youâre wastinâ my cum. How can I make you a momma in time like this, huh?âÂ
Youâre blinking away those big, fat globs of tears to finally spy back down again at your drooling cunt. Swollen folds spread shamefully, gaping. Every slam of his hips makes you gush down his achy shaft with a gloss of your sweet sweet juice and his own cum. It splays in a creamy little puddle at your silken sheets, clinging to your bodies like a second, sloppy skin. âY-youâre so filthy, Toji.â
But Toji couldnât bring himself to be disgusted - not one bit. In fact, he could feel the tip of his angry head growing even fatter, expanding to meld its way deep into your elastic walls.
âFilthy, huh?â he chuckles so darkly. âGot such a mouth on ya, can already tell youâre gonna be a ah- strict momma.â His fingers are prying your jaw to sag open, whispering so slow and syrupy along your open mouth, âWell, let me tell you a little secret, ma. Doesnât matter what you call me now, because in about nine months youâll be calling me something else.â
âAnd what would- mmpf!â Oh, for how much he loved your sharp mouth, he sure was well and fully intent on shutting you up. Tojiâs hitting his cock at the back of your pussy, just mashing deep into your g-spot in sinful sync. Over and over. â-and what would that be?â
Another finalizing smack to your pulsing clit, so smug and messy. He tilts his head to that growing pool below you, splurging farther and farther with each decisive, feral ram. âYour baby daddy, thatâs what.âÂ
As if on cue, youâre cumming - you canât even remember which saccharine sweet high of the night, but all you know is Tojiâs gifting your gummy cunt with a few bullying kisses on your ravaged g-spot. Rough, lingering clashes of his weepy tip on your ravaged g-spot, sending your toes curling, white-hot shocks of pleasure. Again and again and again-
âFuck- fuuuck yeah take it.â heâs grunting out hoarsely, hips stuttering and so so feral. Barely having the sanity to pull out in his jagged half-thrusts, splitting you apart on all his weighty length to cum inside you - deep.
Painting each and every inch of your heavenly cunt that could be reached with coat after coat of velvety white - all the way from where he was gliding his fat tip across your cervix, down, down, down to your sensitive spots, your sopping wide opening. âWant- need it so bad. Need ya to make me a daddy again. So fuckinâ bad you have no idea- youâd be fuckinâ scared.â
Those mean fingers smushing your cheeks into an embarrassing pout dance down to gather the dredges of his own cum, oozing out of the corners of your slit in a milky white sheen. Still rutting into you, he suckles on them languidly like his favorite candy, âMmpf- as sweet as ever, doll.â
âY-youâre so fuckinâ mean, Toji-â your jaw slacks open at his lewd actions. âOur kid better not get such an- hah- an awful personality.â
That makes him pause - it makes him pull away his digits, glistening and connected with stringy ropes of the mess heâs made. Grinning for just a split-second before shoving the entire length of his fingers into your plush mouth.Â
Toji huffs cockily, the rounded tips of his fingers swirl around and around your lolling tongue, addicting you onto the slighty-salted taste. âOur daughter will be lucky to hngh- get my personality nâ your pretty looks.â And youâre barely even lucid when heâs whispering into your sweat-sheened forehead, âSo you better give me good news for Christmas this year, ma.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - âTake it, like a good lilâ wife.â
Your mouth is sagging open at Nanamiâs uncharacteristically gritted words. So hoarse, pained - like they were dragged out of his raggedly heaving chest with each bullying ram of his hips.Â
It was barely midway into the evening, and you had no clue how you ended up like this. How those fleeting little titters during your romantic at-home dinner date about kids wound up with Nanami splayed on his broad back on the soft silken sheets. Sculpted abs curving into your back when he nuzzles your neck, plowing his furiously hard cock in his favorite mean full nelson.
âHa- youâre being so-â youâre gasping out in a wet stutter, ass grinding back onto those neat lanes of blond at his thick base. Heâs spearheading you so- â-so mean, Ken.â
âAm, I?â heâs purring, a low rumbling growl from the bottom of his chest. âWell, I might be the stricter parent, thatâs right.â
Rolled-up sleeves graze against your heated skin, and you could feel every ridge of the veins along his forearms when he spreads your dangling legs even wider. Jutting his hips so deeply upwards to bow your body to the throbbing curve of his dick. âBut, I apologize, darling.â Neat rows of his pearly white teeth sink down on your earlobe, âFeel free to do something- anything about it. Because mâafraid I wonât be able to stop any time soon.â
It was a promise - just the clingy feeling of your walls molding and wetting according to his very shape has him losing his mind. His sanity.
Choking back a long, drawn-out groan when two thick fingers slide down to roll over your puffy clit, âFuuuck, my love, youâre so- hngh perfect like this.â The bed creaks in protest when his powerful thighs arch even higher upwards, all those hours at the gym paying off when every frenzied mash into the bulging treasure of your g-spot makes your mouth water. He breathes into the intimate crook of your neck, âThough, I bet youâd look even prettier as a momma, right?â
Somehow, that makes your face burn more than being split apart on his relentless cock has.Â
âOh- shit.â you whine, fucking your hips back in a sloppy little staccato. Reaching your trembly arm around his strong neck, your fingers find his favorite speckled yellow tie. Yanking until Nanamiâs stern lips in a syrupy sweet kiss. âReally wanâ you to hah- breed me, Ken.â
âFuck- Oh yeah?â he gasps. And if you didnât know any better then youâd have said that that came out as a fucking whine. The ever-stoic Nanami Kento crumbling bit by bit with each rummaging thrust to shape your gummy walls. âThen whyâd it fuck- take so long. Fuck, Iâve been dreaming of this since the ah- day I met you, my girl.â
Sharp hips dig into the plush of your ass with each pivot, itâs bouncing you back and forth along his slobbering cock. So rough. So tall and angry, youâre hit with a steaming hot gush of milky precum every time Nanamiâs sliding out of you up to his thick, girthy tip.Â
âBeen thinking about you and I- and a little one. A few, actually. One blonde with your eyes, the other two with mine and your gorgeous smile.â That sweet little admission has your twitchy fingers subconsciously dragging at the heavy fabric of his tie. Tight around Nanamiâs straining neck, making his head light and cock twitch wildly to draw little patterns on your cervix. âFuck! Fuck no- keep pullinâ like that, darling.âÂ
You could feel his raw length rub against sensitive sports you never even knew felt good, in sync with that wandering free-hand of his. Now dancing upwards to glide his touchy thumb over your bouncing tits. âK-Ken, mâso close.â
âHow pretty these would look all full of milk, darling.â he muses, sounding more like heâs speaking to himself than anything. Your knees are buckling now, cunt eagerly taking in every powerfully pressurized thrust of his. But Nanami hasnât had enough of his fill, feeling a burning trail down your arching body. Down the valley of your breasts, your stomach, âAnd here- where mâgonna fuck-â Heâs cutting himself up as his hips slam up into you like with a mind of their own, â-fill you up, make you a momma. Oh, youâd be the best momma. The best.â
Heâs fucking you so rough now - so jagged that youâre white-knuckling his tie, reeling him in so close. âAnd youâd- fuck mâgonna-â youâre sobbing now, over those drawled-out squelches from your velvety cunt. âYouâd be the best da-â
You canât finish your sentence - you couldnât, because with a few more practiced strokes, youâre cumming all over Nanamiâs massive cock. Feeling your elastic walls try to suck him up so hard you wondered whether it didnât hurt.Â
But it didnât - it felt so sinfully good, in fact, that it was only a matter of a few blissful seconds before youâre being filled up with thick globs of his seed. Drooling out of you with each creamy rut into you, your gaping entrance only takes more. Still pounding into you, bottoming out - yet still pushing to give you everything he had to give.
âSh-shit.â Nanami marvels at the silky ribbons of cum being stuffed inside, the way it slews up with your honeyed slick to form a glistening gloss down both your fronts. âWait- oh, wait.â Nanamiâs trembling cock spurs out a few more overflowing shots of seed at the very thought of what he was about to do. Still stuffed in, heâs reaching over to rustle through the pockets of his dress pants scattered mere inches away from the two of your slick, convulsing bodies on the bed.
Youâre jolting when you feel something cold and metallic slide around your left ring finger, âDidnât think Iâd let you be the mother of my kids without a ring, did you, my wife?â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Escape?
âGorgeousâŠâ Getoâs sultry, slow whisper sends goosebumps running down every inch of your skin. And itâs so soothing - so gentle, and yet- â-doesnât matter how much you tug, these things wonât let you escape, mâkay?â
A wrenching sob rips from your hoarse throat, and all you can manage to do is tug on those tight, hot-pink handcuffs around your wrists. Pulling to prop your fucked-out body against the very top of his luxurious futon, âS-Sugu, youâre so mean.â Your wide eyes scan the pristine tatami room at his shrine, âAnyone could walk in-â
âAnd yet youâre still being such a slut, my girl.â He flashes you a rosy red grin, so blindingly pretty that it makes your cunt throb. âStill waiting fâme to breed your pretty pussy. Which would it be? The fifth now?â
Geto doesnât even have to finish the sentence before youâre abruptly sitting upright, bottom lip wobbling with need. Your swollen pussy is just weeping beads of his cum at this point, sobbing down where he was still buried so eagerly inside your gummy walls. Your thighs shaky in- fear? Anticipation? The need for more?Â
âAh ah-â you feel two soft little smacks to the side of your cheek. âDonât zone out on me just yet, gorgeous. Sâthis hah- boring for you?â And despite all the pleading shakes of your head, he only plows on, âAww, what a shame. Guess I just hafta spice things up-â
Itâs all the warning youâre getting - barely even - before your poor, weepy cunt is back to being just split apart on his fat head. Not even being eased into it, no care or concern for those overstimulated spasms when he stuffs you full.Â
âF-fuck-â your eyes are shooting open - when did they even close? - at the sound of nearby footsteps in the hallway behind those sliding doors. Very nearby. âI swear someoneâs gonna catch us, Sugu-â
The only sound that rings throughout his humid, heady room is your wet gag - muffled around the pale, slender fingers of his being shoved between your kiss-bitten lips. All you can register are the soft pads of his digits pressing down on the back of your taste buds and the unforgiving little pulses of his prominent veins dragging against your gummy walls.Â
Leaning down - until heâs so dangerously close, until you could count every long, dark lash on his eyelids, every flex of his muscles - slosh of his syrupy sweet inside you - as he sets a languid, lazy pace. âIf someone catches us then I will hngh- jusâ keep going, do not test me, pretty girl.â
The other of his splayed out fingers are drawing methodical, dizzying circles on the very tip of your sensitive clit. Matching his teasing place, every grazing nudge of his leaky tip coating your bruising g-spot.Â
âHavenât I already told ya not to start things you c-canât finish?â Getoâs husky voice is talking you through every clingy thrust. Falling from his pretty lips with each deep snap, fucking you into the drenched futon leisurely like some cocksleeve. âNâ what did you do, hm?â
You couldnât answer if you wanted to - because Getoâs fingers were still firmly swiping around your tongue. Murmuring, âExactly that. Just had to make that fuckinâ hah- stupid little joke about me not being able to handle another daughter, huh?â
âMmpf- hngh Sugur-â you try to moan out at a low thump! outside, but heâs shushing you pliantly quiet with a ragged pump into your womb. Making you gush velvety ribbons of his previous cum.
âHeh, think this cunt actually wants to get out of this without being bred?â It was true, your painted-white walls were just clinging elastically to Getoâs shaft every time he drove into you, sucking up every bit of him like youâre trying to milk out something delicious. Again.Â
âAnd guess what?â heâs so crazed now, eyes glowing with a dark delight. Hips pistoning into yours with fearsome accuracy to smash over and over into the bullseye of your sensitive spot. Sloppier. The shuffling outside getting louder. So unfairly good that youâre barely registering his next words, âMâjusâ gonna breed this slutty pussy until you give me another. Until everyone knows youâre my slut.â
It only takes one, two, three more drilling clashes with your g-spot for you to fall apart once more.Â
Your own orgasm bursts out of you. Squirting in glistening dredges again and again until itâs just a few fatiguing shocks of pleasure that have you heaving for air, whining Getoâs name like a mantra. The overstimulation too much, his twitching cock too big - over and over-
âF-fuuuuck- squirting all over, yâmade such a mess.â Getoâs moan is so pornographic when that angry divot at his flushed head explodes with spurts of thick hot cum. So addictively sweltering against your plush walls, it floods into your womb, down your thighs - to your lungs it almost feels like. âGonna give me another daughter? Yeah?â He breathes, head thrown back while he stuffs you too-full, until he could see the seeping white on your creamy cunt in his glassy peripheral vision. And he still isnât done cumming - thinning out to mere sticky wisps. âGonna make you so full- so swollen. Until everyone looks at you and knows what I did- how I defiled you. Theyâll look at you and see me. Me, me, me, me-â
Thereâs such an animalistic cadence in the way heâs rutting into you, pushing you further and further up those drenched sheets. Just dragging your body forwards with one strong arm around your handcuffs when his sheer volume gets too much that youâre trying to pathetically escape.Â
Thump!
In a split-second, Getoâs grabbing at a hidden dagger from underneath his robes. Throwing - dead straight through the paper doors - only for a loud thud! to echo from outside. âBet the scum outside donât even need to hear the pregnancy announcement, huh?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - My strange addiction
Oh, thereâs nothing you loved more than Choso losing control - around the time of year when the weather grows a little warmer, when your sweet boyfriend becomes a little more restless. Those dark, dewy eyes of his turning black with something primal, desperate.Â
Ingrained in his blood to breed you. To do nothing but breed you.Â
Like right now.Â
âOh?â youâre purring with a coy bat of your lashes, looking over your shoulder to where he was looming. Flushed, gulping, absolutely drunken off your heady scent. âOn your rut again, Cho?â
And that makes his entire body jolt, as if zapped by a sudden wave of electricity. Large, trembly hands fist your thin shirt to pin you down like some ragdoll onto the cool kitchen counter. Breath hitching, such a pained grunt leaves him at the sound of his name leaving those pretty lips of yours.Â
Almost guiltily, heâs baring a wet gasp, âY-yes. Saw you makinâ ah- makinâ us dinner in the kitchen and-â Itâs like he hasnât even realized what he was doing, slapping his raw cock against your drooling slit with each word. Smack! Smack! Smack! â-and- I just thought about how- just needed toâŠâ
But alas, Choso doesnât get to finish a single thought - because youâre stepping up onto your tip-toes - ever-so-slightly. Feeding your needy cunt with just the round girth of his very tip.
âJust needed to what, Cho?â you hum, quirking a devilish brow his way, holding back a keen at the sheer stretch of him around your sopping entrance. âOr do you wanna stop?â
Fuck, Choso swears he could feel his overworked balls squeeze so painfully at the very thought. âNo-â heâs hissing, glassy gaze widening almost comically. âNo no no no no- please no. please, please this is all I want.âÂ
With a sultry giggle, you reach behind to pull him roughly by his soft strands. Chosoâs grunting out hoarsely, letting himself be dragged to clash his lips against your bruised ones in such a sloppy kiss. All tongue and teeth, he drinks you in like a man depraved. âAll you ever want is to just hah- fuck me in this kitchen, Cho?â
Itâs so cute the way heâs sputtering dazedly into your sagging mouth, such a sweet whiny cry of, âYes but no- fuck, I jusâ wannaââ The slow drag of his heavy tongue coats the crook of your neck in his saliva, hammering his swollen cock upwards until he was practically lifting you off the ground with sheer inhuman force. âJusâ wanna breed you full, baby. Breed this pretty pussy like mâmeant to.â
Itâs with an almost-animalistic type of worship that Chosoâs just ramming the rest of his thick cock into you until heâs spearheading straight into your spongy g-spot, weighty balls - painful, and ready for breeding - smacking against your ass. Addicted.Â
âO-oh, fuckââ you canât stop your honeyed gasps. âYouâre s-so big- so hard even after just this morning? What a naughty boy.âÂ
Just slamming you down onto the cool marble,âFuck- fuck fuck yâknow what I imagined when I hah- saw you in the kitchen?â Such throaty groans drag along with each and every plunge into your slobbering pussy, Choso was always so talkative when he was like this. Slurring out a mile a minute, âSaw my pretty wife, the pretty mother of my kids.â
And you knew what he was going to say, but that doesnât stop you from milking him so tight, velvety walls contracting in a way that almost made it difficult to maintain his sloppy staccato. Back arching into such a slutty bow to drag even needier down his drilling length
But your beloved boyfriend still wasnât done, kissing away hotly at the corner of your mouth. âNâ sânot jusâ the hngh- rut talking either. Fuuuuck-â All six feet of his muscled body pins you to the counter, and distinctly, you could feel him scramble desperately to buck up a knee to angle his hips even deeper. âSaw you makinâ breakfast before school, and Iâm- hngh- and Iâm getting the kids ready - a boy and a girl, both as gorgeous as you.â
âY-yeah?â Is all you can breathe out, âWhat- hngh- what else?â
You didnât expect his humorless chuckle - broken, and a few pitches higher than normal. âWhat else?â His eyes are absolutely crazed now, and heâs biting down on your pouty lower lip. âOh what didnât I see?âÂ
Bowing till you could feel every ripple of his abs against your back. Every slow tremor of his glossy head nudging past your defenses, hitting deep at the bottom of your g-spot. It takes a few more sloppy pumps for you to realize that Chosoâs still speaking.Â
âSaw the wedding- saw the first birth, the way I cried-â The way he was crying now, ragged, overstimulated tears dripping down his pretty cheeks. Panting out wetly, â-what a great momma you are, the best. The way I help you hngh- milk these p-pretty tits when itâs too much. But my most favorite of all-â
You donât hear the rest - and he doesnât tell you, because heâs too busy cumming. Cumming and cumming so much that Choso thinks he canât stop, swollen base rummaging deep inside to plug up those thick ropes of hot seed inside. It was impossible that he hadnât achieved his dream with this.Â
Itâs bloating you up, too much. Spilling out of those little gaps at the dips and ridges of his twitchy cock that your inner thighs cover in a clingy white sheen.Â
Drawn on instinct, you can only scream when Chosoâs sharp canines bite down on the sensitive spot at your neck. Hard enough to draw blood - and, if you two were in any better state of mind, youâd have noticed that he did draw blood.Â
A thin saturation of heady red coating his devilish grin, delicate strings of spit still connect to the mating mark. â-my favorite was when we made another.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - DOUBLE STUFFED!
âOne more.â
âKuna-â
âOne more.â
When all youâre getting is that leeringly dangerous grin - the very same one he gifts any weak curses just about to be killed at his feet - you know thereâs no way youâre getting out of this. Either you take it - or he makes you.Â
Gliding your palms across Sukunaâs bulging pecs, your trembly legs twitch atop his muscled thighs. Gingerly jutting along where your poor cunt was being split apart on his twin bulgingly hard cocks. Up and down up and down up and-
âSâtoo much-â youâre whining, feeling the gush of his sticky cum coat down your thighs. Oozing out of your bloated cunt with every syrupy sweet bounce of his ravaging cocks. âI- not enough space-â
Any you were about to stupidly babble out is cut off when Sukuna wraps five thick digits around your exposed neck, intentionally dipping his sharp nails to leave branding little divots right about your racing pulse. A warning. A punishment. âDid I tell ya to keep runninâ that hah- mouth, brat?â he spits, waiting for you to shake your head deliriously ânoâ before grinning. âThen why am I hearing so much t-talking nâ not enough of this slutty lilâ cunt of yours taking one more? You hear that?âÂ
All that was ringing in your ears was the honeyed echoes of squelches from below, smacking and slapping in sync with your pathetic movement.Â
âExactly.â Sukunaâs snapping you out of your thoughts, one hand resting at the glistening plush of your hips, the other spreading your puffy pussy lips to let you just slobber down his angry, red shafts. Glossing over him all the way from those fat tips to the creamy ring around his base. âWastinâ too much of my hngh- cum with yer talkinâ, brat. How are ya gonna have time to carry my seed?â
And heâs so large - so strong. Not even breaking a sweat when heâs getting up from his decadent throne with you boneless in his arms, still stuffing your cunt full with all greedy inches of both cocks.Â
âO-oh, fuck, Kuna!â youâre squealing when gravity pulls you down until you could feel the scratch of his pink happy trail against the sensitively grazed areas of your skin. The dizzying push of two matchingly massive girths stretching your gummy walls to its limits. Your nails draw jagged red line down his tan skin, trying to keep just an ounce of your sanity together, âFuck youâre in so hngh- deep.â
âEasy on the back there.â Sukunaâs rolling his eyes, but he canât deny the way his heart clenches at the way youâre so fucked-out and easily sliding down his cock like some pretty sex toy. Whimpering about some baby names.
Not like it mattered, anyway. Heâd name the little devilspawn whatever you wanted - after fighting about it for the fun of it. Heh, he always has been soft on you, huh?
All it takes is one hand holding you up, another to toy with the sensitive nub of your clit. Rolling and teasing you even deeper into his arms while another still rests firmly around your throat.Â
The remaining hand? At Sukunaâs favorite place cupping your teary cheek, gliding away those big fat tears with the cure of his soft thumb, âShh shhh, you can take it. Youâre my pretty lilâ queen, right?â
Even his mind a hot melted mess on your dripping cunt. Just fucking into you ruthlessly, up, up, up till he was bulging at the very back of your cunt. One fat tip firmly kissing your g-spot, the other gliding in a silky smooth cadence against your poor cervix.
Matching veins rubbing matching sensitive spots, rendering you so awfully dumb on his cocks. Mixing with the hypnotic splattering of his seed against the velvet of your walls, itâs impossible to not feel like youâre about to fucking burst.Â
Intertwining your fingers with his much longer ones on your face, youâre dragging them to rest at that palpable little nudge along the middle of your stomach. Pressing down to make him feel where he was buried deep, hiccuping lewdly, âYouâre right here, Kuna. Sâgonna be- hngh! impossible to not give you an heir.â
An heir.Â
And fuck he couldnât take it anymore - if anything even fucking heard about this, theyâd faint.Â
Because with a shuddering gasp, the king of curses was just dragging your weight down his cocks - over and over - to gloss your insides with each new coat of the thick, syrupy cum weeping out of his angry heads. So overfilled, but still greedily swallowing everything Sukuna gives.Â
âFuck-.â With an angrily strained growl, Sukuna only speeds up his motions on your clit. Methodical. Urgent, even. Still fucking him seed deeper to smash his quivering tips at your g-spot. Both - two divots pressurizing you at the same time. âHow dare you make me cum first, woman. Think youâre soo fucking funny, huh? Better give me hundreds of lilâ hellspawn to make up for it.â
âN-noo-â you croon, but that limp little curl of your lips at the abundance of seed seeping out of you gives you away. It was so unlike him - so startling to spy the blushing rouge at his ears, the way his fat balls smack and only squeeze harder when you milk every drop. So hot, and splattering right down both of your legs, forming a creamy puddle at his floor. âI didnât-â
You donât finish your sentence, you canât. Because with all of his brute strength, Sukuna is just wrenching that orgasm from your grasp - fucking you over and over through your high.Â
The puddle only grows wider. And thereâs no warning before he spits, once. Twice. Right onto the middle of the overwhelmed taste-buds on your tongue, gently shutting your mouth with one hand. The other spreading your puffy pussy lips to let you drool a glossy coat of cum down his front. Making a mess.
âSâinauspicious, yâknow. Having the momma cum first-â Heâs gruffing, sure you were still crashing into wave after wave of pleasure to even hear his whines. â-so why donât you give me one more?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Meet the Gojos
âToru- weâll get caught.â
âShut up- fuck- shut up.â Gojoâs face was ashen, grinning so dangerously at the sight of you completely and utterly bound into that obscene mating press he loved so much. Your pretty pussy at the perfect angle for him to hammer his achy cock so thoroughly into you. âSânot what this cute cunt is sayinâ though, sweetheart.â
Fuck, if you were in any better state of mind, youâd have smacked him maybe. But you knew right by the glowingly amused tinty in his blue eyes that he was waiting for that to happen - goading even.Â
Youâre whining hotly, fingernails digging sharply into the winding wooden desk rested cool beneath your skin. âThe- the elders are about to have a- hngh! meeting in here soon and-â
Gojoâs lips curl when your breath hitches, feeding you each and every one of his merciless inches over and over- âWell then itâs damn good that theyâve been bugging me for an heir, dontcha think~?âÂ
Youâre letting your drooling maw fall slack in disbelief - only to create the perfect opening for your boyfriend to catch you into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Spitting out little profanities with each harsh push of his fat gliding tip across the slippery slopes of your walls. âHeh, always so fuuuck- cute when youâre fucked dumb on my cock.â heâs chuckling, mouth looser than usual with the way the tight channel of your cunt is sucking out every one of his honest thoughts - his soul. âBut ya needa get more firm, Iâm gonna be the fun parent.â
It takes another harsh snap! of those toned hips bruising against your ass for you to jump back into your heady reality.Â
âT-ToruâŠâ youâre murmuring, but it comes out so much more breathless than you wanted. Catching on to that syrupy, fucked-out tone of yours, Gojo takes the opportunity to ram his swollen length even meaner into your slobbering cunt. Wringing out your narrow hole to mold around the exact shape of his massive dick. âWe- ngh! Weâve got to set an example.â
You feel the fat girth of his shaft grow two sizes even bigger at your scolding. Bulging those two prominent veins down the middle to imprint onto your gummy walls. The roaming point of his glossed-over head pressing straight onto your g-spot, making you writhe underneath him. Bucking up for more more more-
A pale, splayed-out palm slams! down onto the creaky mahogany right beside your head, and when youâre batting your dazed gaze up you see-
Oh.Â
Oh fuck - forget setting an example, you were about to be made one.Â
Because Gojoâs blue irises were sparking with tiny rods of lightning, teeth bared in such an amusedly feral grin that it made your cunt ache.Â
âFuck-â even his voice sounded deeper - raspier, cracking ever-so-slightly with need near the end. âFuck, you canât talk shit to me about âsetting examplesâ when you get so fuckinâ wet just because I play a little rough.â
Playing a little rough was an understatement - and both of you knew it. Because if Gojo was simply toying with your sanity before, then he was well and fully intent on breaking it right now. Right along with your poor pussy with those bludgeoning, harsh thrusts you were being gifted with.
The expansion of his weighty cock has you squealing with each powerful slam, âFuck- fuck you little-â
âHunk? Absolute catch?â he grins, voice dropping to a low husky drawl. A slick little trail of drool dips down the corner of his mouth already with every cracking beg and plea, followed by a series of lingering grinds - not even thrusts, just slow, shallow swerves to feel you tighten wetly around his hot shaft. The lights flicker above, âFather of your kids?âÂ
That makes you wrack in a sinful shudder, words tumbling out before your syrupy sweet brain could compute them, âYouâd make a- a good daddy, Toru.â
Crack!Â
Itâs happening in a split-second - a stuttering gasp catches in Gojoâs throat, those baby blue eyes going wide. Glowing. In the distance, your popping ears catch the sharp shattering of that prized vase in the corner of the room.Â
But right now it felt like you were the one about to break - because ribbons and ribbons of Gojoâs hot, potent seed were knocking on the door to your womb. Splurging in thick dredges to stuff you full from the inside out.Â
âFuck- fuck, you evil evil woman.â Gojo breathes out, the only thing he could seem to do at this very moment. When the tethering clenches of his balls have tapered out, heâs pulling out to smack! the length of his throbbing, red shaft on your clit. Mouth hanging open at the way just buckets of his own cum gush out of your tight hole. âShit- mâgonna breed this cute cunt. Gonna fill her up until youâre so round and swollen.â heâs babbling, gliding pale fingers across the sloshing cum now seeping onto the desk to shove it back inside.Â
âFuuuck- mâgonna breed her till she hah- doesnât know what itâs like to not be stuffed full. Until youâre giving me a cute lilâ blue-eyed baby.â Crackling with jujutsu energy, heâs smack down on your puffy cunt - hard! âUntil mânot the strongest. Not even second- or third or fourth or fifth-â kissing your pouty lips in addicted little pecks. â-no. Sâgonna be my- our kids. All ours.â
âNgh! Toruââ youâre whining, only taking another few messy swivels on your cunt before you cum. And you swear, the lights go out at this very moment - the only thing you can see being Gojoâs flickers of purple jujutsu and his gleamingly white grin.
He smacks another hand down on that wooden meeting desk - the now broken desk, standing wearily on only three legs - and the puddle of cum seeping below you. âThink weâll be excused from the meeting? Because mânot done with you just yet, ma.â
A/N. Yuh I had two Kendrick references I apologize (I donât).
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Yandere CEO who is serious and strict but becomes a real puppy at the reader's feet, he gives everything the reader wants and kneels before him asking to be able to touch and give pleasure to the reader.
Yandere CEO x male reader imagines~! à«źê°àŸàœČ âžâžâ€â€âžâž àŸàœČê±á
A/N (I did the Yandere as a sub top and I thought of the Yandere being mid forties while reader being late twenties because I thought it fit best anon!) <33
Just imagining Yandere CEO being a complete heartless man to the world, old and cold as they say. Until he seen your resume running across his desk and if you told him of love at first sight he would scoff at you and kick you out but oh my, when he seen the small picture of you next to your resume he didnât even care to read it because this man was going to have you. The only words he could think of was âhe mustâve been crafted by the gods, I bet Adonis himself spent his life carving those lipsâ shivers went through him dialing your number trying to get a interview with you.
Just imagining Yandere CEO who hires you at first for your pretty face making you his assistant putting you a desk in his office wanting all eight hours of your days to be spent close as he can get to you, being soft and sweet for you unlike his mean and cold demeanor with the rest of his employees. heâd glance over at you typing something on your computer quietly asking âare you alright? Did you need a break, your hands arenât sore are they?âŠ.i can get you into a nice spa if youâd like. I donât want my best employee burnt outâ
Just imagining Yandere CEO who gets you gifts on the daily nearly pouting if you tell him not to, all he wants is for you to cling to him! Heâd beg and plead asking you to let him suck you off whispering in your ear âlet me help you out, boy?âŠI wanna ease you up a bit, you deserve the best so just let me give it to youâ heâd mumble getting on his knees and massaging your thighs nice and gentle getting your cock out of your slacks worshipping it nuzzling his face into it peppering your angry tip with wet kisses.
Just imagining Yandere CEO who sends you flowers takes you on fancy trips. Sending you to Rome with him when he goes to sort out business youâre sitting somewhere in a fancy restaurant holding his black card telling you âbuy anything you want, I wanna spoil you baby..â and by the time he gets back to your five star hotel room all he asks os for all your affection groaning into your ears holding you by the waist bucking and thrusting his hips up into you from beneath murmuring on and on rambling having you on his cock sending shivers through him âoh youâre so perfect~ pretty little thing~ hng oh fuck moan a little louder you sound angelic like thatââ heâd whimper spilling into you nibbling on your shoulder softly.
Just imagining Yandere CEO who asks you all sweetly if he can have you cock warm him while he manages files, pleading just wanting to please you wanting to have you all sprawled out like a happy cat with his chubby tip pressing and massaging your walls just bullying your prostate while he tugs at your cock like its glass having you orgasming more times than you can count pleasing you like itâs his lifeâs mission âcâmon baby boy, one more for me? I know you can push it out shhh doin perfect thereâs a good boyâ
Just imagining Yandere CEO who loves your chest, worshipping them as his holy grail sucking at hurrying his fave in your pretty s/c pecks. Nibbling at your nipples pressing little kisses to your peaks using his hands to massage them while he rotates back and forth making sure each one gets the perfect amount of attention âthey are so beautiful sweetheart, god your skin tastes so divineâ it was like sex polling with your skin covered in the finest nectar for him driving him insane hazily looking up at you with complete and utter infatuation.
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Scenarios: Stray Kids Hyung Line Finding You Asleep In Their Bed
Scenarios: Stray Kids Hyung Line Finding You Asleep In Their Bed.
~{Maknae Line}~
Pairings: Boyfriend!Bang Chan x Gn!Reader; BestFriend!Lee Know x Gn!Reader (Friends to more); Boyfriend!Changbin x Gn!Reader; Best-Friend!Hyunjin x Gn!Reader (Friends to Lovers).
Requested By: đź Anon
A/n: Even though I'm the one who made the prompt I wasn't really sure what to do lmao so I hope you like it! Also, reader falls asleep on the couch in Lee Knows, not the bed.
Warnings: A couple kisses throughout, but otherwise its all just casual fluff.
Words: Just under 2k
Chris:
He forgot he was going to meet up with you after he was done at the studio.
Glancing at the time he jolted out of his seat, seeing it was late and he had already missed the time he said he was going to meet you.
So he rushed back to the dorm, guilt washing over him the entire time.
He tried texting you the whole way back but his messages went unread.
When he arrived back at the dorm, he was sure you would have given up on and him and left.
The living room was empty, but he saw the light in his bedroom still on.
Quickly entering his bedroom, an apology was out of his mouth before he came to a halt.
You were on top of his bed cuddled up to his pillow, fast asleep, phone in hand. He could see the unread notifications of the messages he sent apologizing blinking on your screen.
He let out a soft sigh and sat on the edge of the bed, watching you. He felt guilty for accidentally standing you up for movie night, but he was glad he could see you like this. So peaceful and at ease, though he was afraid to wake you, fearing you would be angry.
As he adjusted the blanket, covering your legs, your eyes fluttered open, landing on him immediately.
You glared sleepily at him as your soft sleepy voice came out. "You forgot me."
Chris pouted, "I'm sorry baby, I really am."
"Did you finish the song at least?"
He nodded and you smiled softly making his heart skip a beat. "Good." Adjusting your body, you laid your head on his legs as you looked up at him. "You owe me a movie night though."
Chris's chest exploded with adoration as he looked down at you with a smile. Leaning down he pressed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. "I'll make it up to you I promise."
You nodded sleepily as you threatened to fall back asleep. Chris gently patted your head as he moved you back to your original position. "Just sleep for now baby."
Your fist grabbed his jacket softly as you didn't want to let him go. He grinned as he gradually pulled away from you. Getting himself ready for bed, he held you in his arms until he fell asleep beside you.
Lee Know:
You had been cat-sitting for him while he and his family were away.
He came back a few days before them, arriving late in the evening to surprise you and the cats.
As he snuck in, his heart nearly stopped as he found you in the living room, asleep on the couch, and all the cats sleeping around you peacefully.
Lee Know knew he had developed feelings for you a while ago, but in this moment he really understood just how much he adored you.
He stared at you for a few moments before snapping a few photos on his phone.
Sneaking over to the couch, he crouched down and looked at your peacefully sleeping face. Dori, upon waking up at his presence mewed softly before stretching.
Lee Know pet them softly before looking back at you. He got lost, staring at your face, reaching up, he found himself gently caressing your cheek. His heart leapt when your eyes slowly opened, meeting his as you stared at him silently for a moment.
A soft smile crept onto your face and Lee Know felt his chest clench. "You're back."
He nodded and he spoke softly, "Yeah. I didn't want to wake you."
You stretched, waking up the other cats as they all began to greet Lee Know.
You smiled at the sight. "They missed you."
He grinned, "I missed them too." He looked up at you, "And you."
You rose your brow at his sudden affection, "Me?"
He chuckled softly, "Of course."
Your heart was still racing from waking to find Lee Know gently touching your cheek, now it felt as though it might escape from your chest.
"I missed you too." You admitted, wondering if your feelings for your friend were showing.
He smiled at you for a minute before he rose, "Stay here."
You hummed in curiosity as he left. Coming back a short time later, he was now in his pajamas. Watching him with wide eyes as he adjusted the blanket over you and climbed onto the couch behind you.
You stared at him over your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you from behind pulling you into his chest.
Meeting your gaze he smiled, "Let's sleep."
Both of you were aware of how hard the other's heart's were racing. Silently understanding you both felt the same thing in that moment, lying together in the darkened living room.
Getting comfortable in his arms, he smiled into your shoulder as he held you against him. You felt him press a soft kiss to your shoulder before he pressed his face into your neck and let out a long content breath as he held you in his arms for the first, and definitely not last time.
Changbin:
Changbin was coming home from tour, and you hadn't seen each other for over a month.
His mood was already sour because his flights continuously got delayed. He was supposed to be home hours ago, but luck was not on his side.
All he wanted was to see you, to hold you, to kiss you, to be with you.
By the time they got back to the dorm, he was sure he would have to wait until tomorrow to see you since it was already so late in the night.
Entering into his bedroom, he came to a halt when he saw the best thing in the world.
His eyes grazed over your figure as you slept on his bed. Your phone was lying half-way in your palm, his pillow curled underneath you. You were wearing one of his shirts, and dead-asleep.
Changbin set down his bags, repressing the guttural sound that threatened to escape at the sight of you. The cuteness aggression he was feeling was almost overwhelming as he crouched down beside the bed and stared at your slumbering face.
Unable to resist, he reached towards your face and gently poked your cheek, causing your eyes to shoot open. He felt guilty, but it faded quickly as your sleepy face quickly became more animated as you set eyes on Changbin.
You grinned as you suddenly leapt forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you were now hanging half-way on the bed, your other half in his arms.
He giggled as he held you, all of the stress of his trip back home fading as he finally held you in his arms.
He squeezed you with a groan, "God I missed you."
You mumbled into his shoulder, "I missed you too. You're not allowed to leave again."
Standing up, he laid you on the bed on your back as he leaned over you. "Okay. I wont leave."
He caressed your cheek as he noticed your still tired eyes. "It's late let's sleep, okay? We'll talk more tomorrow."
You nodded with a soft smile before climbing under the sheets and waiting for him. You almost drifted back off before he climbed into the bed himself. Wrapping you in his arms he held you close.
"Thank you for waiting here for me."
Cuddling yourself as close as you could, you breathed in his scent, feeling yourself drifting back to sleep as you mumbled. "I missed you too much to leave."
Hyunjin:
You and Hyunjin often hung out in silence.
Both of you drawing, writing, playing games on your phone, listening to music, etc. Just finding comfort in each others company
There was an unspoken feeling between you that neither of you acted on, always afraid it would ruin your friendship.
So you just spent as much time together as you could, each hoping the other silently new how you both felt.
One evening when Hyunjin was engrossed in a sketch, he hadn't noticed you had gone completely still.
Eventually turning to you to ask about his sketch, he froze as he found you slumbering on the bed.
He stared at you for a few moments, admiring you as his heart ached with the feelings he had been repressing.
Flipping the page of his sketch book, he turned to face you, quickly outlining your figure on paper. He could take a photo of you in your peaceful sleep, but it felt more...intimate, to draw you.
His hands moved swiftly as he sketched, feeling more inspiration than he had in a while. He smiled to himself, realizing that he often drew or painted more when you were around.
Eventually, you found yourself waking up, eyes fluttering open. You saw Hyunjin sitting in front of you, sketching in his book.
You smiled at the sight, the soft smile on his face as he was engrossed in his art.
"What are you drawing?"
Hyunjin's eyes shot up, seeing you staring at him with a soft, tired gaze. He grinned as he continued to sketch. "I'll show you when I'm done."
You nodded softly as your eyes drifted closed again. You didn't fall back asleep, but you lied still, listening to the scribbling of his pencil on paper. Smiling at the occasional hum or annoyed grunt that escaped him.
After a while Hyunjin sighed happily, "Finished."
Opening your eyes, you sat up, stretching as you faced him. Reaching out your hands you motioned your fingers for him to pass it over. "Let me see."
Nervously, Hyunjin gave you the sketchbook. Seeing the way your eyes lit up in surprise as you saw your own sleeping figure on the paper.
You let out a soft chuckle, "You drew me?"
He nodded, "How could I not, you were so cute and peaceful."
You giggled softly, feeling your neck and cheeks grow warm. Seeing something written under his signature at the bottom you felt your heart skip a beat.
"My Muse?"
Looking up you met his gaze as he looked at you softly before nodding. "You are. You always have been."
You bit the inside of your lip as you stared at the words. From your peripheral, you saw Hyunjin lean closer. You assumed he was looking at the picture. Freezing as you looked up, you met his eyes as he stared at you, his face only an inch from yours.
Your voice came out in a whisper. "What are you doing?"
He smiled softly as his eyes glanced to your lips briefly. "Just taking a closer look. Can I draw you more often?"
Nodding mutely, his smile widened as he took the sketchbook from your hands, but kept his eyes locked with yours. Leaning in, he pressed a quick, almost hesitate kiss to your lips.
Your eyes widened a bit as he pulled away. You didn't speak or pull away, so Hyunjin did it again. And then again, before you pulled away with a giggle you couldn't contain.
Hyunjin grinned as he scooted closer to you, this time placing his hands on your face. He pressed the tip of his nose to yours as he stared at you. He caressed your cheek with his thumb before he kissed you again, and as you kissed him back, he deepened the kiss.
When he pulled away he let out an excited noise that made you laugh as he pushed you back onto the bed and lied beside you. You stared at each other for a few moments in silence as he gently held your hands.
"Stay with me?"
You nodded softly as he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. Lying in silence together for a while, your pounding hearts eventually calmed as you fell asleep in each other's arms.
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brat!
warnings: 18+ mdni, p in v sex, public sex, unprotected (wrap it up please), spanking, pussy slapping, creampie, neck kissing, biting, kissing, choking, hair pulling.
pairings: moody!gf x dom!bf!jj
requested by this ask, might have went a little overboard, but hopefully you like it. (thank you anonđ€) đ
all day, you had been in a mood. for seemingly no reason to jj. every time he made a joke or poked ur shoulder teasingly, it earned him a scowl in return.
but really, you were angry because jj looked so good and you were sexually frustrated. it surely wasn't helping that girls were eyeing him like he was eye candy. he was yours. not theirs. so why were they always staring so hard?
its not like you meant to snap at everyone. you were just in a bad mood, and you just wish jj would take you back to the chateau and pound you into the mattress of his bed.
the thought made you clench your thighs, and since you two weren't at home, you couldn't fulfill your need.
when kiara came up to you with a crate of beers, it snapped you out of your thoughts. you look up at her with a unknowingly harsh look.
kiara looks confused by the way your looking at her, but she leaves it alone "want a beer?" she asks, already pulling one out for you.
"mhm." you hum, taking the beer without saying thank you. jj watched this interaction and rolled his eyes.
when you come back over to sit on jjs lap, he wraps his arm around your waist. "whats got u in a mood mama?" he asks, with a small smirk on his face.
"shut up jj." you bite back, with a irritated expression on your face, cleary expressing you aren't in the mood for his jokes.
his smirk fades and he looks at you, sitting up with you still sat on his lap. "im sick of your shit. now talk to me and tell me whats wrong with you." he forces you to look at him with a firm grip on your chin
when hes met with more silence, he lets out a deep exhale. "get up." he says, while patting ur ass.
you slowly get up, not knowing what jjs next move was.
he stands up and guides you towards the boat, the rest of the pogues were out riding waves, and drinking beers so the boat was free.
it was parked on a secluded part of the beach where no one went. he helps you onto the boat, and then he bends you over, your ass in the air in front of him.
"j-" you start to protest, but before you can get a word out, he interrupts you with a small 'tsk' noise, and spreads ur legs.
you can hear the faint sound of his shorts unzipping and it makes your heart race. your finally getting what you've been craving all day.
"yeah y' think im stupid baby? i know what y' want. y' jus want some dick, yeah?" he snorts from behind you, positioning himself at your entrance raw.
when hes met with silence again, he smacks your ass hard enough to leave a handprint on it. "answer me, mama. got you all wet and needy for my dick, yeah?"
you moan and tug your bottom lip between your teeth at the sting of the slap. "yeah. jus' needed u jayjay."
he smirks, satisfied with his answer, pushing his girthy length inside of your hole and starts to thrust slowly at first, but quickening the pace.
he groans, "y' so tight baby. squeezin' me an' shit." you can feel his balls slapping against your clit in time with his thrusts.
he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking it back so he can turn your head to sloppily kiss you, as his dick plunges you even deeper from the position.
his kisses trail down to your neck, and he starts to nip at it, leaving little bite marks.
he lets go of your hair to wrap that hand around your neck instead, squeezing your throat enough to make you feel the pressure, but not quite hurt you.
he thrusts faster, grunting in your ear. "'m gonna cum in this pussy. thas' what u wanted, hm? jus wanted my cum in ur pretty little hole?"
you now have drool, trickling down your chin, your eyes in the back of your head as your ass jiggles with the impact of each of his thrusts.
you breathe out a "yes..."
he move his other hand down to your pussy to slap your clit a few times; knowing it turns you on. "cmon baby, cum for me." he coos.
with a few more of his deep thrusts, you cum around his cock, your pussy convulsing around him. you cry out, riding out your orgasm, as you feel him rubbing slow circles on your nub.
he spills his load into your pussy, groaning as his thick ropes of cum spread around inside of you.
after a few moments, he's still panting softly, but he lets go of your throat.
"don't ever catch a fucking attitude with me again." he pats your cheek
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Secret relationship and they find out you're being transferred to a different team.
Anon...how DARE you. But really, the angst that this prompt is giving is everything. I want to warn readers now that I was not nice with this one. There is a lot of angst happening here. There is nothing spicy about it. It's all pain with a little comfort sprinkled in for a few of our boys.
(Sorry not sorry)
These are presented in four individual double drabbles.
Content & Warnings: angst, mild emotional hurt/comfort, secret relationships, yearning, heartbreak, 141!reader
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John "Soap" MacTavish
âWeâve got two weeks!â
âSoap.â
âCan you believe that?â
âJohnny.â
Soapâs smile remains but melts slightly. âWhat?â
âIâm leaving.â
He chuckles. âWe both are.â
You shake your head. âNo. Iâm leaving the team.â
Soap frowns slightly. âRetirement?â He shrugs. âSeem a bit young.â That smile returns and he saunters forward, his large hands grasping your hips. âMeans we can go public.â
He leans in for a kiss, but your heart isnât in it. Soap realizes the reluctance the moment your lips meet. âItâs something else,â he says.
You nod because that is all you can manage. Originally, Captain Price said he wanted to tell the team together, but he doesnât know about you and Johnny. Soap needs to know first before the rest. If not, itâll come as a blow and a betrayal. You canât do that to him no matter what Captain Price says.
âIâm being transferred,â you murmur, voice breaking slightly.
Soap does not retreat. He rests his forehead against your own, eyes closing as he inhales. His arms slide from your hips to your back, drawing you against him.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper.
âWeâll figure it out,â he says rubbing your back. âWeâll figure it out together.â
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Kyle enters the meeting room. Itâs the last one before everyone breaks for a month.
But there is someone missing.
Laswell and Captain Price talk quietly, their heads bent in conversation. Soap is showing something to Ghost on his phone.
You are not among them. You are not in your usual spot.
Laswell glances up and Price clears his throat. âWe can start.â
âHold up, Captain. Weâre missing one.â
Kyle gestures toward the chair you usually sit in and Price frowns.
âTransferred on another mission,â interrupts Laswell.
Kyle says nothing, sinking into his chair. He listens but most of it slips right out of his head. The only thing he can think about is that youâre not here and you didnât say anything.
When Laswell and Price are finished, and everyone begins to exit, Kyle lingers, intent on talking to Price.
âNot gonna talk about our missing team member?â
âNothing to say,â shrugs Price. âTransferred this morning.â
Kyle swallows down the emotion rising in his throat. No one knows about the two of you, and if he pushes too much, he might reveal something he shouldnât.
âComing back?â asks Kyle.
âEventually,â answers Price. âNot sure when.â
Eventually. Thereâs hope then.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
âYouâre leaving.â
âSimon.â
âDid you plan on telling me?â You remain silent and Simon shakes his head. âWaiting for Price to do it?â
âThatâs not true.â
Simon takes a step forward, entering your space. âI saw the transfer on his desk. I saw the date. How long have you known?â
âDoes that matter?â you ask.
âOf course it does,â he snaps.
Simon is never angry, not with you. His anger is subtle which makes it more terrifying. This is something else. Simon is hurt, and youâre the cause of it.
âIâm sorry you found out like this. I planned on telling you.â
âWhen?â Heâs closer now, towering over you.
âWhen I had more information.â
âMore information?â
âI donât know where Iâm going or with who,â you add.
âMight not tell you until you get there. Happens all the time.â
You understand his meaning and know that Simon is right. Would you have left without telling him anything, only saying something once youâd left?
No. This thing between you might be tangled but he is the only one you want.
âAre you upset?â you ask.
Simon deflates. âNot with you.â He tugs you against him, creating a cocoon of warmth. âNever.â
John Price
The transfer papers mockingly stare at Price.
All this time, he believed he could have you without repercussion. Didnât matter that you were another member of the team and his subordinate. You were his, and Price could protect you.
But these papers came from someone above him, and he cannot refuse them. No matter how much he wants to.
And no one knows what the two of you do when there isnât anyone looking. But now, thatâs shattered. Broken. And Price must grieve for your departure in silence. Price has already raged. He punched the wall until his knuckles bled.
After that, he walked until he came to terms with it.
You donât know yet. You have no idea. Telling you will be the hardest part. What will happen? How will the two of you move forward? Can the secrets remain, or will it all need to be out in the open?
Price sighs and runs his hands over his face.
This is a punishment. Must be. Why else is it happening?
There is a loud knock at the door. Again, Price sighs, knowing that he has to face the reality of the situation.
You are on the other side.
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Thinking about the freshly corrupted priest Gojo pumping his dick in the confession booth while the sinful vixen sitting in the other cabin went from confessing her sins of corrupting one of the local fathers and having him cream down her throat to giving him instructions on how to handle his throbbing cock lovingly
Go faster now, father- squeeze the tip just a little bit...yes that's a good boy...now spit on it, make a mess of yourself and give everyone a show, all their eyes are peering down and up on you.
And with that, good morning aali my love <3
-glasses anon
âàŒ â SATORU GOJO. confessional.
about. you confess your sins to father satoru, but with the lust bubbling between you both, things get a little carried away.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, sacrilege, religious imagery/references, guided masturbation, male masturbation, priest!gojo, fem!reader, wc: 1.6K.
what good is a priest who canât follow his own teachings? one that succumbs to the slightest hint of femme fatale?Â
gojo thought himself a strong man. a good one. but once again, heâd found himself drinking from the devilâs cup offered up by a lost little angel who has strayed away from her path to light.Â
âand i really didnât mean to. father tojiâ i mean fushiguroâ seemed so stressed! like he needed a helping hand.â you whimper unevenly from your side of the confessional booth. guilt buzzes in satoruâs veins as he imagines you teary eyed and distraught on the other side of the wall. the mere idea of you crying sends pleasure and lustful hormones shooting through his bloodstream and right down to his erection â the tip flushing a shameful shade of bright red.
you continue relentlessly, each word a breathless whisper laid over the swell of your sinful lips.âs-so i offered some relief in the only way i know how. i let him use my body, let him use my throat. he said it was okayâŠâ but i just feel so wrong for corrupting him like that under the watchful eye of the lord. is it wrong that i liked it, father âtoru. having that manâs cum pour down my throat?â
youâve strayed too far away from the light and youâre pulling him into the darkness with you.Â
âf-fuck.âÂ
âis something wrong father toru, your voice sounds rather strained.â by the tone of your own, he can just tell that you have your head cocked to the side innocently. perhaps your lip is caught daringly between your teeth â eyes gleaming with mischief while you mask your amusement at the damage youâve caused. the young priestâs dick throbs against his inner thigh, smearing white along his baby soft skin. satoru grabs at his girth, squeezing it as if to stave off the pleasure that he should be disgusted by.Â
clearing his throat, gojo internally curses as the words stick to its ridges â almost as if he doesnât believe what comes out of his own mouth next. âi-iâm fine. have you prayed? iâm sure he would forgive you for your sins.âÂ
âiâve been on my knees every night.â you mumble through a pout that he canât see â earning another hiss from the priest while his angry red cockhead starts to bleed more arousal, forming a dark stain that seepâs through the fabric of his black slacks. âif you donât mind me asking⊠does it hurt, father toru?âÂ
âdoes what hurt?â he exhales slowly, pearly white lashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks. gojo, against his better judgments, pops the button of his pants to provide some relief to his aching cock. it doesnât help at all.Â
âyour cock. father fushiguro felt the same after i confessed what iâd done with father getou.âÂ
shit. âyes⊠it does.âÂ
âi maybe be able to help.â your voice somehow sounds closer â as if youâre in the booth with him. âcan you touch it⊠touch yourself for me, please?â
when you ask him so sweetly, how can father satoru say no? he follows your instructions like a man charmed by a succubus from the deep depths of hell. his whole body shudders and his breath stutters when he finally takes his forth between his king and slender fingers, squeezing at the base as precum beads like a rare oysterâs pearl in the centre of his slit.Â
this is so wrong. âholyâŠholy shit,â but it already feels so good. gojo hisses, chest heaving as he instinctively bucks into his closed fist. itâs warm, sends shockwaves of pleasure down his spine to build in his pelvis while each vein that wraps prettily around his cock pulses with a new wave of lust laden blood. âwhat should iâŠ?â he coughs shakily, hips slowly beginning to fuck upwards to chase the feeling of his palm. âwhat should i do now?âÂ
âspit on it, father.â you command him gently, blessing him with your praise where the higher being above might condemn him. âget it nice and wet for me, like i would, okay? squeeze the tip when you doââÂ
father âtoru easily follows your word as if it reads passages from the bible. carefully, he leans forward â letting hot, gooey trails of spit dribble over his blistering and bright cockchead. his entire body twitches at the new sensation, which is surprisingly cool in comparison to how hot his body feels. sweat tracks itâs way down his body, soiling his hood robes and freshly pressed clothes. it makes his pure white locks stick to his forehead, and gathers on his cupidâs bow and it really is all too much.Â
he feels like hell on earth.Â
thereâs a dull thud that echoes from satoruâs side of the booth, his head knocking against the wooden walls when it falls back. in the same breath, a loud and borderline pornographic moan rips itâs way through satoruâs firm chest â it battles through his lips (caught between sets of perfect white teeth), and reverberates throughout the confessional booth, no doubt catching the attention of people passing by.
âohmygod,â comes his pathetic whimper while he clenches around himself once again, throat bobbing as he swallows down his sinful sounds. âwhy does that feel so fucking good? g-god, please!â
satoruâs fall from grace makes a sick smile spread across your lips and you cock your head to the side. you can only imagine what he looks like if this is how he sounds, his clothes a sweaty mess, his eyes delirious and darkened with ungodly and immoral desire. all this while he begs for god, begs for forgiveness, begs for you.
âyouâre doing so well for me, âtoru. can you go a little faster for me? now that itâs nice and wet.â the way his name falls gently from your tongue is like thick honey running through satoruâs ears â you drag a veil of lust over his mind and once again he follows your orders. he pumps himself faster, harder, precum slinging over the edge of his knuckles as they turn as white as his hair from the grip he has on himself.Â
he canât help but let his mind stray and wander off into damned territory â chasing the vision that his clouded mind creates for him. would your cunt feel as good as this? wrap around him as tightly? a stream of unfiltered and colourful curses pour from gojoâs mouth in a similar manner to the arousal from his mushroomed tip, dripping a searing hot trail down to his throbbing balls.
lewd squelches slip through the cracks of the confessional booth and filter right through to you. satoru has no idea how pleased you are to have ruined him, how much youâve longed to hear him mewl and sigh from touching himself against the will of god. âyou sound so messy, âtoru,â you moan out just to mock him a little â listening out for his strained and strangled whines, gargling down the saliva that pools on his tongue. âthink you can make an even bigger mess for me, father? one that everyone will see. those aboveâŠ.â you purr, the tail end of your words harmonising with gojoâs hiccups. âand those below.âÂ
satoru is no better than a sinner come to spill their truths to him. sitting there with his painfully hard dick in his hands, fisting it to oblivion as opaque white stains his hands and his fingers and his knuckles. thereâs so much of it, so much lust and precum and he hasnât even reached his peak yet. everything is so fucking hot, his dick slick between his sticky thighs and all-too-tight robes.Â
âalmost there, satoru. i need you to let go for me.âÂ
your goading voice through the thick oak wall pushes satoruâs hips to canter up higher and higher. he wants to please you so bad that it hurts and makes him cry. he whispers your name into the buzzing air like itâs a prayer, chanting it over and over again until it becomes the only word he knows.
âfuck⊠i canâtââ gojo sighs airily, his thighs shuddering as the knots in his stomach begin to unravel. âchrist⊠I feel like âm gonna burst!â angelic blue eyes roll deep back into the manâs skull, disappearing from the world to hide from the atrocities heâs committed.Â
âthen let go, let it all out. youâve done so well.â you say sweetly over the sound of gojo languidly jacking himself off. one, two and three more pumps before heâs releasing thick white ropes of cum over his robe and his chest â seeping into his clothes.Â
gojoâs so fucking dizzy, cumming so hard that he sees bright lights and swears that heâs landed at the gates of heaven â though heâs sure his actions today would stop him from getting in. thereâs a ringing in his ear as he comes back down but all of his limbs feel heavy, heâs too weak to move.Â
âf-father satoru?â you whisper innocently, as if your very voice didnât lead the man to death. âi think our time is up.âÂ
âyeah?â he mumbles in response, the words slipping around on his tongue. âi think⊠you did good today. youâll have to come back again next week, to make another confession.âÂ
if only he could see your sick little smile, one might have thought you were the devil. who knows whatâll happen if youâre alone together in a confined space. âif thatâs what you need from me, father.â you giggle slyly. âsee you next week.âÂ
âsee you next week.â gojo repeats.
and just like that, youâve dragged the poor priest into the corrupted depths of hell.
ê° end. â all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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Seconds
(Firsts - part two)
Pairing - Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Summary - part two to firsts, Rafe Cameron was your first everything.
Warnings - language, alcohol, public sex. (18+)
A/n- shoutout to anon who said this part should be called seconds! Love you! đ„° I didnât think Iâd ever make a part two because nothing ever wrote as well as the first part, but part of the end plot came from the recent tell me lies finale!
Part one
Rafe Cameron.
Rafe Cameron was your first everything.
The first time you made out with someone it was with Rafe, both aged 15, you both had been each other's first for everything. The best of friends since age 5, so when he found himself standing between your legs at a party as you sat on the island bench chewing on some plain bread because the alcohol was making you feel a bit nauseous, you both just kissed. No question to it, he leant in and so did you.
You remember his hand holding your jaw as your lips moved together, tongues brushing each other and his other hand held your thigh thumb caressing your naked skin. Small giggles would escape both your lips as you kept kissing.
Nobody questioned anything the two of you did, knowing better not to get involved in your business. So when the two of you began getting heated, your hips grinding into each other and his arms wrapping around your waist, they knew it was time to give you space and left the kitchen.
You made out alot after that, but you were always just best friends.
The first time you both had sex was with each other. You had just turned 16, Rafe had been talking about watching porn a lot and said that some girl in your grade propositioned him at a party, saying something about a box full of condoms and no parents home. You didnât like that one bit so you told him you also wanted to have sex, it was just agreed upon youâd have sex together.
The two of you had two shots of vodka to calm the nerves, it was in your bed when both your parents had an event. Equally both as nervous but he comforted you alot more than you did him. âJust tell me to stop if itâs too muchâ he kept saying as you both kissed and removed clothing, you told him you would and to stop worrying.
You had lit a scented candle and dimmed your lights down low, you didnât feel nervous about being naked with him. You were nervous for the pain, your friends had told you how much they hated it the first time so you assumed you would.
But it was different, you had both done a lot of research on how to have sex, not just sex. Good sex, you werenât sure how many blogs you had read with him. Looking up everything and anything about it, so when the time came, it was enjoyable, Maybe not as enjoyable as it was the 3rd or 4th time but it wasnât as bad as your friends had said. The moment you saw each other naked that was when it changed for you, seeing his erect cock that stood for you made your inside churn. You were done for and you did nothing to stop it, that feeling grew and grew. When he gave you a real orgasm you knew youâd never be able to have anyone else.
Rafe was your first everything until he wasnât.
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Months went by after your birthday, you were still angry and hurt at Rafe but it was starting to fade because you never saw him. He lived right next door but he was never around when you were, your schedules never matched up anymore and that was a blessing in disguise.
Your family had received the invite to his engagement party, you had immediately said no to your parents but they were not letting you out of it. You spent weeks dreading the day, avoiding looking for a dress just hoping your mum would understand.
But when the night came a lot faster than expected you could no longer put it off, your mother had left you a dress hanging in the bathroom. It was beautiful, exactly the kind of dress you would have brought. There was no getting out of this party, so you had to figure out a way to make the night bearable.
Dressed in a pretty black baby doll dress you found yourself leaning against the bar, champagne flute between your fingers as you stared off into space. Moving from one foot to the other, feet aching from the stupid stilettos you decided to wear, you had secured a nice spot at the bar. Hidden behind some ridiculous ice sculpture of the lovely couple, you were unsure of how many glasses of champagne you had thrown back. Trying to blur the night out the best you could, you hadnât spoken to Rafe yet. Your parents had been pulled away as soon as you walked in so you were able to run and hide before any greetings were made.
Apparently your hiding space wasnât kept a secret for very long though, someoneâs fingers grazed your hip causing you to wobble on your feet and fumble with the glass, the contents spraying over the marble floor at your feet. âFuck you scared me!â You squeaked, coming face to face with Jeremy. Rafes' older cousin, Rafes, suddenly became a very hot older cousin. âSorry! You did look like you were on another planetâ he laughs, reaching over the bar he grabs the tequila and pours himself a generous shot. He grabs a rag and kneels at your feet, wiping away the liquid from the floor and the small amount that hit your feet. He looks up at you through his dark lashes and you quickly look away when the heat between your legs flare.
He steps up and presses the shot glass to his lips, your eyes glued to them as he shoots it back and licks the liquid from his lips, he gives you his famous dimple grin and leans against the bar. âSo y/n.. how have you been? Itâs been 4 years?â
âYeah 4 years.. Iâm good! Just turned 21!â You smiled, waving the glass of champagne in the air like you werenât drinking at the age of 15, he grasps a glass of champagne and knocks it with yours. The two of you share a look as you both take a sip of the bubbles. âYou look goodâ. Heâs not shy and takes a long look at you, trailing him from top to bottom. âYou too Jerâ
âSo I heard about you and Rafe, sorry about that. He can be an assholeâ he says, heâs moved closer to you now. Both your forearms are rested together as you both stare out at the sea of people, your eyes finally find Rafe. Heâs clenching his jaw as his fiancĂ© whisks him around the room, flaunting her huge rock off.
âMmm⊠doesnât matter. Itâs whateverâ
Jeremy shoots you a sideways look as if to say âI donât believe youâ, he also watches Rafe walk round the room. He was angry for you, angry his little cousin would throw away such a perfect person for a girl who had a rich daddy and nothing else to offer. Anger spread through your veins as you stared at him across the room.
âHe fucked me over on my birthday⊠I'm still mad. I just⊠I just want him to feel the way I do⊠hurtâ you spill, swallowing the rest of your drink and slamming it on the table. Your cheeks and neck flushed pink as the alcohol warmed your body, you were hurt but most of all angry. Angry heâd do that to you and walk away like it was nothing⊠like he hadnât just ruined your life again.
âWhat did he do?â
Rafe stands across the room, a permanent fake smile plastered on his face as he makes the rounds. Sipping on warm champagne even though heâd much rather be throwing back shots right now, he didnât want to be here. He hated being around this many people when he was stone cold sober, hated that you were right across the room. Hated that his eyes kept drifting over to where you stood at the bar talking to his cousin Jeremy, hated that you probably found him so hot now. You used to tell him that his cousin was hot when you were both 16 and he hated it back then, he hates it even more now because he canât do anything to stop the interaction. Hated the sick thoughts that spread through his brain when he imagined the two of you fucking.
Rafe isnât sure how many times heâs looked over at you tonight but when everyone is made to take a seat to eat he hates that he canât find you in the crowd and hates it even more that his cousin is missing too. Hates that he doesnât know what youâre doing and hates thatâs he not doing it with you.
Rebecca could sense something was off and sent him a look of disapproval, flicking her eyes over to her dad who was also watching the both of them. The whole thing was a joke, made to get married just for the business. But he put himself in this mess and couldnât expect anyone else to get him out, even his father had no sway over the Jones family.
Rafes anxious foot tapping had caught Rebeccaâs attention again and she gave his thigh a squeeze, unsure why he was acting the way he was. He wasnât sure how long it had been since sitting down for dinner, staring down at the plate and trying to figure out if it was the entree or the main course, honestly they were all the same damn size but cost a shit tonne of his money. Rolling his eyes and clenching his jaw, he felt his phone vibrate with a message and your name appeared on his screen. His heartbeat was felt in his ears as he looked around the table before opening the message. âWe should talkâ.
Pushing his chair back roughly he excused himself from the table, letting them know someone was calling. Rebecca eyed him suspiciously but couldnât be bothered dealing with his shit right now, sitting back in her chair and breathing a sigh of relief when he left.
Rafe however was not relieved, he was nervous, scared out of his brain at what you might say. Heâs not even sure why heâs actually even coming to talk to you, he fucked up at your birthday party. If Rebecca found out she would be so pissed, her dad would pull the plug on the business deal. His whole life would go up in flames and his dad would kill him. However, as soon as you told him where to meet you he was taking bigger strides to get to you. He needed to apologize for the past 4 years, and needed to tell you whatâs been happening.
However as he rounds the corner of the porch the muscles in his legs lock, his eyes fall to your naked frame. He didnât even need to see your face to know it was you riding someoneâs cock on a deck chair, he feels sick to his stomach but he couldnât look away. The curves of your body had changed over the years, your hips grew wider. Your and thighs thick, his hands fisted at his side. Was this your form of revenge? Had you not meant to text him? Did you want him to watch you? Or were you hoping heâd see and run back inside?
His eyes fixate on where the guys cock disappears between the two of you, your head is thrown back and palms pressed against his chest. He canât hear you from here but he knows your moaning, he still hears the sounds to this day. He so desperately wants to be the person under you, watching you come undone around him and feel your wet pussy. Anger bubbles in his chest when he sees whoâs dick it is your fucking.
His fucking cousins⊠he sees red.
2 hours before
âFuck what an asshole!â Rafeâs cousin exclaims, pouring you another glass of champagne. He shakes his head in disbelief at the idiocy of his younger cousin, he was always rooting for the two of you to open your eyes and start dating. âYeah⊠I wanted to get him back. Tell Rebecca or something but I donât know.. I donât think itâll do anything, he doesnât care about meâ.
Jeremy chuckles softly, the dimples on his cheeks causing your knees to weaken just a little, you felt like a 14 year old girl again. Creasing your brows at him as he shakes his head at you.
âThatâs not the case at all⊠he hasnât stopped looking over at you all night. I think heâs got himself stuck with the Jones family, however that doesnât give him the right to treat you the way he has.. I have an ideaâ.
The next thing you know your agreeing to get revenge on Rafe; your agreeing to fuck his older cousin. The older cousin you actually did have a small crush on years ago. The older cousin you knew would be just as good as Rafe in bed maybe he even better?
âYou're sure you're okay with this?â He questions, heâs taken his suit jacket and tie off now. The two of you sat on a deck chair as his hand lay upon your thigh. âYeahâ. Heâs kissed you multiple times on the way to the garden, calming your nerves with each slide of his tongue.
His lips are on yours again and it feels slightly like how it did with Rafe, you liked the feeling of his soft lips and the way his tongue tastes on yours. He was softer like how Rafe was when you first kissed, his hands roamed your body stopping to caress certain areas. âWe will get a text ready to send himâ he whispers, his mouth now kisses down the length of your neck and you keep picturing Rafe. You shouldnât but you do.
âWhen will we send it?â
He pulls away for a moment, fingers dragging down the zipper of your dress a shiver runs down your spine. Your own fingers unbuttoning the tiny little buttons on his white shirt, he was built like Rafe. Tanned and toned, everything you enjoyed in a man. âWhen Iâm inside you, send it when you feel close to coming but donât come until we know heâs seen youâ
You nod your head going to open your mouth then ask him how he can be so sure heâll make you come. âDonât even ask the question thatâs on the tip of your tongue, Iâll make you come donât you worryâ.
It all moves so fast, kissing, touching. His fingers are inside of you and bringing you to your first orgasm, he told you had to show you he could do it. Youâll remember the way his tongue felt on you till the end of time. âYou ready?â He checks again, you can feel his hard cock against your opening. You lower yourself onto him without speaking and he chokes out a noise when you clench around him, your hands planted on his chest as you begin to find your rhythm. âFucking hellâ he grunts, his fingers dig deeper into your hips. He feels good, really good. You hadnât been with someone in a while, always comparing them to Rafe. But right now all your mind could comprehend was the way his cock hit exactly where it needs to be, your pussy juices dripping around him with each thrust. âOhâ you cry, momentarily forgetting why the two of you are fucking in public, he halts his movements when he feels your walls begin the pulsate. âWha- waitâ you cry, heâs pressing send on your message to Rafe but youâre more focused on finding that white hot release.
Text Messages
You-
We need to talk 7.55pm
Iâm outside 7.56pm
Rafe-
On my way 8.00pm
âIâm about to explodeâ you cry, the anger of waiting for him to reply has you wanting to scream. Your orgasm had been bubbling, ready to let rip. Until Jeremy paused your actions and said to wait for him to reply, he had also said heâd rather just fuck you right now rather then get back at Rafe but he said it was his idea and he had to see it through. Said something about you deserving your revenge.
When you could hear footsteps you began to rock on Jeremy again, neither of you certain it was Rafe but you didnât want to miss your chance. You bounced against his cock slowly, the lights around the pool illuminated your naked body, you were sure he could see exactly where his cock was going and how wet you were from where he stood.
You put on a performance, rolling your hips and bouncing. Throwing your head back and whispering for Jeremy to grope your tits, they were Rafeâs favorite thing.
You hadnât expected Rafe to move around the pool, he was now in your line of site and he stared you down as you fucked his cousin.
He licked his lips in desire and let his eyes roam your body, blocking out the fact you were riding a family member. âOh fuck Jerâ you cried and he winced at his cousins name but couldnât tear his eyes away from you as you came, moans of delight filled the still air and you the sweat on your skin made you glisten under the moon. Jeremy followed close behind coming so hard the two of you shook and caused you to come again, you practically convulsed on top of him as you came down from your third orgasm. âHoly fucking shitâ you whispered in shock, pushing yourself back up to see Rafe still watching you.
You looked right at him and tossed your hair over your shoulders bearing your perky tits for him, sending him a small wave. âEnjoy the show?â.
He couldnât hide his anger, he practically had steam rolling out of his ears but the sound of his name being called from the back patio had him scurrying off back into, glancing back at you a few times.
âWell fuck⊠that was the best fucking revenge ever!â You laughed, Jeremy laughed with you and you lean your weight into his chest. âAlways here if you need to get revenge on him againâ.
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Forgive Me | John Price x Reader
Summary: After a rough day, Price gets home and accidentally raises his voice at you, leading to plenty of apologies, and making up for his mistake.
Word Count: ~ 1.2k
Warnings: price yelling at reader :( angst to fluff to a lil bit of smut, fingering, cuddling, cute snuggly kisses, nothing too bad
Minors, do not interact!
A/N: this was such a cute request from anon, I love price so muchâŠlike heâs such a cutiepie yâall donât even get it, hope you enjoy<3
Requests are open!
You and your husband didnât have many arguments.
Sure, the occasional little squabble where youâd only last maybe an hour before breaking and both apologizing to each other, acknowledging your wrongs.
The emotional maturity that both of you shared was something John Price appreciated most about your relationship.
But tonight was different.
He couldnât even remember what had started the argument.
Heâd already been wound up, having driven hours from the base to home after a long day of dealing with annoying recruits while his patience ran thin with their antics and horseplay. It had been a bit entertaining the first few times, but by the 40th time, it was plain annoying.
But they didnât seem to understand that.
So heâd spent his day yelling at them till his voice was hoarse, some refusing to stop and just continuing what theyâd been doing if they were ballsy enough.
And he supposed that instead of reverting into the normal John Price, the Price that was softer and gentler with you, he hadnât seen the difference between you and those recruits in the moment.
One sarcastic remark, and you were both in the living room, Price pacing around leaving a trail on the floor while ranting in a loud, brusque voice all too similar to a yell. He got so caught up in himself, in his angry tirade of frustration with his day and the current situation, that he hadnât noticed how he was asking until you muttered a meek little,
âJohn, youâre scaring me.â
It had floored him completely. Nearly all thoughts shut down at that one little sentence as he stopped pacing, standing stiller than a statue, eyes now observing your red-rimmed eyes brimmed with tears, or the quiet sniffles you were making, trying to hide them as well. He could tell.
Guilt punched him in the gut harder than any enemy had ever done.
Heâd never grown up in a bad family, per se. It was just traditional. His father ranted while his mother kept her mouth shut, listening patiently and serving his every need. He could still remember how angry his father had been at his older sister when sheâd snuck out with a boy. How his father had screamed at her in the kitchen while sheâd sobbed, his mother doing nothing but sitting silently at the table, like a ghost.
Heâd been terrified at the time. Promised himself and his future spouse that he would never treat a woman, his woman, that way.
And here he was. Doing the same thing.
âLove,â
He cooed apologetically, eyes crinkling in the corners from worry, brows furrowing as he held both his hands out towards you, watching as your bottom lip wobbled a bit when you took a little step back.
You were afraid.
Of him.
Heâd be an idiot to think you wouldnât have a bit of fear after what heâd done, screaming at you, a small woman, being the large man he was. Of course, youâd be afraid.
âIâm sorry, bird, please.â
He tried again, tone taking on a hint more desperation as he offered you at least a hand. Tears fell freely in streams down your face now, clumping in your lashes and catching in the corners of your lips.
Only when the first sob tore through your body, did you finally relent and fold into his warm, strong arms. His familiar musk, a mix of whiskey, barbecue, and a campfire, enveloped your senses as you buried your head in his shoulder. His hand stroked up and down your back soothingly, large palm gently massaging the tension out unknowingly, while his other hand ran through your hair.
âI know, I was being a right ass, wasnâ I?â
He murmured, the hand in your hair moving to your knees as he gently bent them while picking you up bridal style, your weight barely even noticeable to him as his feet padded against the floor, the door to your bedroom creaking open and promptly shutting behind him before he sat on the edge of the bed with you. The sobs shaking your already-trembling body slowly subsided, leaving you feeling emptier than before.
Now sniffling, tears hardly dried, you replied.
âYeah, you were.â
His calloused thumb wiped whatever wetness remained on your face away. Your lips were still in a pout, one he tried to erase by gently pressing his chapped lips against yours, pulling away, his eyes gazing deep into yours.
âReally, Iâm sorry. Didnât intend to get carried away.â
He murmured, and you sniffled again before replying.
âItâs fine, I guess.â
He let out a dissatisfied hum, pulling the blankets out from underneath both of your bodies to gently cover you. He was already practically a human furnace, not needing much to warm him.
âItâs not fine, shouldnât have lost my temper.â
His hands curled around your waist once again, holding you just a bit closer, as if wanting to keep you close. To keep you safe.
You raised a brow, relaxing into the cuddles nicely as you melted into his body, hardly noticing the way his thumbs were rubbing little circles into your hips.
âYeah? Whatâre you gonna do to make it up to me, then?â
You teased, voice a bit drowsy already. He let out a small hum of thought, one warm hand slipping down your thigh, slowly making its way in between and rubbing those little circles onto your inner thigh, now.
âIâve got an idea.â
He mumbled, his hand temporarily returning to him as he licked the pad of his thumb, leaving a bit of spit on it before returning to your inner thigh, the same hand pushing both your shorts and underwear to the side as his thumb slowly grazed through your folds, that bit of spit acting as a lubricant.
A low purr of delight from you, one that only grew more vocal as his thumb began lazy circles around your clit, not teasing or holding back, just slowly working you up until your legs were trembling, hips jerking slightly and little gasps escaping your lips.
âThere you go, almost there,â
He cooed as you let a little whimper slip from between your lips, that tight coil in your stomach building and building before your orgasm washed over you like a cool breeze in the summer heat.
âGood girlâŠâ
He murmured softly as his hand slipped out of your pants, adjusting them back into place before going back to holding your body against his, helping you back to reality from whatever clouds your sleepy mind was floating in.
âMmâŠJohn?â
You mumbled against his shoulder, and one hand went back to stroking your hair.
âYes, pretty?â
He questioned, ignoring the breathy little incoherent noises you kept letting out amidst words.
âI forgive you, really this time.â
An airy chuckle from your drowsy husband as he held you a little bit closer, tucking the blanket in over you as he smiled against your skin, giving your forehead a little peck before he closed his eyes, mumbling one last thing, mainly to himself, before sleep claimed him.
âDonât know what Iâd do without you, love.â
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FIGHTING BIRTHDAY | (l.norris)
summary: Lando drinks too much and it gets out of hand, the birthday boy is angry at you
wordcount: 6.3k words
pairing: landonorris x fem!reader
warnings: ANGST!, vomiting, being drunk
notes: please let me know if itâs gut wrenching angst, I never feel the angst if I write it. Requested by anon! Thank you for your request, let me know if itâs how you wanted it :)
I hope Lando is okay, that crash was scary!
âLando, maybe you should slow down with the drinks.â
You were at the birthday party you arranged for Lando, and he was already peppered. He was barely able to stand, his words were just slurs and his mood changed from funny and happy Lando to angry and annoyed Lando. A couple of drinks made Lando a really funny person, when his world started to spin, he got less funny and more agitated and when he was piss drunk, he got angry at anyone, no matter what you would do or who you were. Of course, he was supposed to enjoy his birthday and of course, he could drink how much he wanted but you were scared of what would happen once he reached that piss-drunk stage again. Last time he screamed at you when you wanted to take him home and you didnât need a redo of it.
Currently, he was at the world spinning stage, but on the edge to piss drunk, so you tried to keep him sane and stop him from drinking so much, or maybe have a water and a snack in between.
âOh come on Y/N, you only turn twenty-four once, let me enjoy it.â
âOf course, but maybe you should have a water.â
âWhere am I? At a race or at a party? Donât be such a party pooper and let me have fun drinking, I can handle it.â
So you gave him a smile and wandered off to join your friends again, the friends being the driverâs girlfriends. One more drink and he would pass the piss drunk stage and you were scared of it, you werenât ready to argue over nothing tonight, especially because youâre not sober either, but you knew your limits and you wouldnât be so angry at someone, no matter how much you drank. So when you saw him downing his glass after you left him, slightly giving you the side eye, Max came and gave him another glass of something strong and they both clinked their glasses together, and Lando took a big gulp of the beverage.
You sighed and Pietra looked at you.
âIs everything okay?â
âYeah, Lando is drunk again, but I can handle him.â
âAre you sure? Maybe Max can bring him home tonight.â
âNo, donât worry. Heâs my boyfriend, he wonât do anything. And Max is just as drunk as he is.â
After a few minutes, Max and Lando came over, just by the look in Landoâs eyes you could see that he wasnât on this earth anymore, but somewhere in his drunken mind. Max had to hold Lando up and looked at you with a pleading look, you knew what to do, so you got up and got to Landoâs side. You linked under his arms and walked with him to the bar, ordering two waters, you sat him down on the barstool and tried to get him to drink it.
âLando, come on. Drink this for me.â
âWh⊠sâthats?â
You knew if you told him it was water, he wouldnât drink it, so you had to come up with some lies.
âItâs pure vodka, I have one too! Letâs see who can down it first? The winner gets to drink the glass of the other.â
You lifted the other glass, but it wasnât meant for you, it was also meant for him, maybe this race thing made him drink it.
âSu..re.â
So he lifted the glass to his lips, just as you did and he gulped it down, while you took tiny sips of yours.
âWon!â
âYes Lando, you beat me! You wanna have mine?â
He only nodded and grabbed your glass and downed it too. Good. At least there is some water in him now. He looked at the guy behind the bar and yelled: âCan I have something strong?â or at least he tried, it all sounded like gibberish, but the guy understood and was about to start working on making him a drink but you lifted your hand towards him.
âHey Lando, look! Max is dancing silly.â
While you held onto his sleeve, so he wouldnât fall while turning around you talked to the guy.
âListen, can you just pretend to make him something and can it be a water with some coke, so he thinks heâs drinking some coke mixture? Heâs had enough.â
The bartender nodded and got to work, while Lando was crackling beside you, apparently, he saw something funny, but when you looked around you saw nothing but his friends dancing normally. He was a completely different person when he was drunk.
When he turned around again, the bartender just put the glass of water with a spritz of coke on the surface. With a bright grin, Lando took it in his hand and took a big sip. This guy was trying to blackout or something.
âBabe⊠toilet⊠pee.â
He tried to point to the toilets but pointed in a completely different direction, so you got up and pulled on his T-shirt to get him to stand up too, you had to carry him to the toilets and waited in front of his stall for him to finish his business, but when you heard him gag, you pushed open the door and saw a kneeling Lando.
âShit Lando, why didnât you say anything.â
You sat next to him and stroked his back while he emptied his stomach. To be honest? You were happy he was puking right now, at least he would be a little more sober afterwards. When he was finished, you lifted him back up and checked for any spills on his T-shirt, but luckily there werenât any and he only went to the sink to wash his hands and his mouth. You both went back to the lounge and sat down, you held his drink out to him and he took it, carefully sipping the drink. He looked at you and his eyes looked a little clearer now, but what happened next, was something you kinda saw coming but kinda didnât.
âIs this.. water?â
âNo, look, itâs a really heavy mixture, the coke is almost see-through.â
âY/N, I know water when I taste it, why are you trying to give me such bullshit.â
âBecause youâre drunk, and you should slow down.â
âWho are you to tell me what to do, huh?â
âSomeone who doesnât like your drunk side.â
âThen maybe you shouldnât be with meâ, before you could say or do anything else, he got up and left the lounge, getting lost in the crowd.
Now his birthday was ruined, at least for you. You loved birthdays from family and friends, especially Landoâs, you had planned this day for weeks, organizing everything, down to the last detail and now you sat in the lounge, waiting for it to end. You were mad but mostly sad, you just hoped he would slow down on alcohol and sober up, but you knew it wouldnât happen.
Every now and then a girlfriend of drivers and friends would show up and talk to you, but you mostly sat by yourself in the lounge, waiting for Lando to come back and apologize. You tried to spot Lando in the crowd, but it was impossible, the club was packed with friends and family of his, and because of the flickering light, they all kind of looked the same.
When Max joined you, you knew it was bad.
âY/N⊠I hate to say it, but⊠Iâm drunk.â
You chuckled.
âI know Maxie, whereâs P?â
âI..I donât know, lost her a while ago, probably dancing really sexy somewhere.â
âThen why are you here, shouldnât you be dancing with her?â
âNo.. Lando is piss drunk and people are leaving⊠he wonât drink water.â
âI know, but we will leave soon, donât worry.â
âBut he is⊠rude, make him.. uhm nice again.â
âHeâs rude to me too, tomorrow heâll be fine.â
Suddenly Max got up.
âCome on.. Iâll bring you to Bob.â
You thought it was funny how he slurred his words, due to him being drunk, he probably thought he was saying things perfectly fine but it wasnât the case.
He held out his hand for you to take and you did, when you also stood and Max started walking, he was swaying from side to side, no longer being able to walk straight anymore. Hand in hand you walked with Max to where you assumed was Lando, he was sitting at the bar. Sitting wasnât the right word, he was more like hanging over the bar, it didnât even look comfortable. The club was almost empty now, a few drunk people were dancing or sitting at the bar as well, but it emptied quickly. Lando turned around and saw Max and you, his features darkened rapidly, oh oh. You immediately let go of Maxâs hand and patted his arm, walking the last few meters to Lando by yourself.
âShould we go home?â
âYouâŠ. NO!â
His loud scream scared you, and some people turned to see what was going on.
âLan, come on, youâre causing a scene.â
âI.. am? Youâre with Max.â
âHe only brought me to you, because I couldnât find you. Come on, letâs go outsideâ, but he only turned around and looked towards the bartender again.
âAnother!â, and he pointed to his still full glass.
âMan, I think you should slow down.â
âYou donât tell me what to do! You do your job.â
You decided it was enough, this was a poor bartender who could run to the next tabloid and talk about how bad Lando Norris is.
With one last step, you stood directly next to him and grabbed under his arms, to pull him up. He was wonky on his feet and grabbed your waist when he was about to fall.
âYouâre a bad bartender⊠Y/N, tell him to make me another drink!â
âYouâre next drink is outside, letâs go yeah?â
Lando nodded and you looked at the bartender, who was looking shocked and you muttered a quiet âSorryâ before walking with Lando out of the club.
âWhereâs the drink?â
âAt the hotel, should we go there?â
âYou set me up!â
âWhat? No! If you want you can have a drink there, but Iâm tired and you should sleep soon too. Itâs almost five am, Lando please.â
âYouâre a bitch!â
A few people were standing outside, waiting for a cab or smoking, they all looked at Lando and were shocked about his behavior, just like you. Tears were forming in your eyes, but you could hold them back, you didnât want to cry in front of his friends. You had a few fights when he was drunk but he never called you a bitch before.
âExcuse me?â
âThatâs what you are! Thereâs no drink, you lied to me. I want a drink, Iâm going back in.â
âLando, no! Please.â
Now he got closer to you, standing right before you and he was angry. He was pointing fingers at you, âYouâre a bitchy bitch, let me have fun on my birthday, but no! Y/N is coming to ruin the day, as always. Iâm not allowed to have fun, not even on my birthday. Youâre the meanest person ever, my party is in full swing and youâre moping because Iâm having funâ, you tried to push him away, to distance yourself a little, you didnât want him to come any closer, not in this state.
âThe Party is over, Lando. Letâs go back to the hotel, please.â
But he ignored you and walked back in, with a big sigh, you leaned against the wall and waited a few minutes. You needed to calm down too, being called a bitch by the human you loved most, hurt, it hurt like a bitch. Hah, pun, because of bitch..
You knew he was drunk, but it wasnât really an excuse, he shouldnât think about you like that, even when drunk. After a few minutes, you went back in for the hunt for Lando. He was probably sitting somewhere at the bar and that was where you first went.
He was slouched, again, and you had no energy left to fight with him.
âIâm going back to the hotel, I donât care if you sit here for the rest of the week or if you come with me. I wonât come and get you in a few minutes when you decide Iâm right.â
Of course, you cared if he came back, but you knew this would make him come with you faster, he was like a little child.
âFine! But only if I get another drink.â
With a sigh you nodded and looked at the bartender, it was the same one, that did the waters for you earlier, he knew what to do, mix water with some random sirup and act like itâs alcohol. The orange-looking drink was downed by Lando and he said nothing, he got up and forcefully grabbed your arm to stabilize himself.
âOuch.. Lando, youâre hurting me.â
But he didnât do anything and just started walking towards the entrance.
âLando, loosen your grip, it really hurts.â
âShut up, I donât care.â
Now your eyes were filling with tears, this wasnât the Lando you knew and loved, he was some other person that you didnât like. Your arm was hurting but you carried him outside, and when he was leaning against the wall he let go of your arm. You were sure it would leave a bruise.
You waited five minutes for a cab and both of you got in, once it stopped, you told the driver the address and he started driving, during that drive, Lando tried to touch you on your thigh, getting closer to your private area, but you werenât in the mood. You pushed his hands away and he pouted, trying it again just a few seconds later. You gave him a stern look, but he didnât care, he kept on doing what he was doing and you endured it. You werenât ashamed or disgusted by his touch, but you werenât feeling it. In his drunk mind, he didnât get it, so he continued. The drive was only ten minutes long, so when you got out and carried Lando up to the room, you were ready for some peace, but luck wasnât on your side today.
Lando was trying to kiss you and when you turned your head away for the fourth time, he was ready to fight.
âWhat is your fucking problem?â
âI donât want to have sex right now, Iâm not in the mood.â
âBut I am!â
âGo and take a shower or something.â
âNot only are you a bitch, but a boring girl too! You wonât even have sex with me, what kind of girlfriend does that?â
âLando, please, calm down. Take a deep breath and go to sleep, weâll talk about it in the morning.â
âI donât want to take any of your fucking breathes, theyâre useless, just like you. You canât even pleasure me.â
You tried to stay calm and donât let the words get to you, but they hit a spot and tears were slowly escaping your eyes.
âLook at you! Youâre crying because you canât take the truth, Iâd rather fuck an oompaloompa instead of you.â
You turned around and walked away from him, you tried to get to the bathroom and lock yourself in, give him time to cool down, but he was faster.
âYou do not run away from me when Iâm talking.â
âLando, who are you? My Lando wouldnât talk to me like that.â
âYour Lando grew tired of you.â
âJust go to sleep, I know you donât mean any of these things youâre saying right now.â
He scoffed and sat down on the bed, at least something. You quickly changed in the bathroom and removed your makeup, you didnât do the full skincare routine, you were tired, psychically but mostly mentally. When you came out of the bathroom, Lando was also changed, well, he removed his clothing and was only wearing his boxershorts. On a normal occasion, you would jump his bones and things would get steamy but today, you wanted to be as far away from him as possible.
You sat down on your side of the bed and sighed, this was a night to forget.
âDonât sigh that loud, the party was your idea. If you canât handle me drunk, then donât organize a fucking party for me.â
âI wanted to be nice and organize something you like. Because all of a sudden, you meet these new people and you love parties, just four years ago, you told me how much you hated going out and rather stay in with me.â
âPeople change, youâre just acting out because you donât want to see me happy.â
âI want to see you happy! But are you only happy when youâre drunk and partying?â
âYou donât make me happy anymore, so yes.â
Wow, you knew he was angry and this was the anger speaking out of him. He wanted to hurt you and he knew how he could.
âLando, I donât think you know what you are saying right now, so itâs better if you sleep and we talk tomorrow.â
âYouâre just scared that Iâll break up with you because without me, you would be a nobody. You wouldnât have the luxurious life you have now.â
Now you sighed and looked at your fingers, this was a big insecurity of yours. He was right, without him you would still be in your boring job and stuck in your old life, but you liked your new job at quadrant, the traveling you get to do with
Lando and seeing new places all over the world. The idea that Lando could break up with you, was something you carried around every day.
âYou donât even have an answer to that, do you? Because Iâm right.â
âLando please, youâre hurting me, youâre very mean right now.â
You felt as if you were discussing with a thirteen-year-old teenager.
âYou were mean earlier when you brought me water.â
âI only want the best for you, canât you see that?â
âIf you would truly love me, you wouldnât have given me water.â
âI love you so much! Donât ever doubt that, but I just wanted you to remember the night.â
He completely ignored your comment and kept going.
âMaybe I should find a new girlfriend, that wouldnât betray me like that.â
God, you couldnât believe he was saying such things only because of some water, but he was piss drunk and probably didnât even know the love he normally felt for you.
âI can just look through my DMs, you have no idea how many girls write me every day.â
He was hitting all of your spots and he knew it, you didnât know if his drunk mind was trying to get you back for the water, or if he actually meant it, drunk words, sober thoughts, right?
You got up and got dressed again, you couldnât endure his words anymore, you had to leave for the night, and give him time to cool down.
âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm going to sleep somewhere else, youâre hurting me and you said it yourself, when I ever feel like Iâm not welcome somewhere, I donât have to feel the need to stay - so Iâm not staying.â
âSo youâre leaving me?â
âOnly for the night.â
You gathered new clothes and your toiletries before packing everything in your backpack.
âIâll get a new room or something, you sober up and maybe think about your actions. Iâll be back at some point.â
âPathetic, youâre running away from me.â
âIâm not runni-â
âAnd to think that I was going to propose to you soon, Iâm so happy you showed me your true colors.â
Your heart sunk, a proposal? It made sense, youâve been together for years, and everything went well, normally. You two were in love.
âLando please, itâs only about a water, youâre acting like I cheated.â
He sat up and glared at you, âIt feels like it, you cheated on me when you gave me that water. It was my birthday, Iâm supposed to enjoy that, not drinking water.â
âWeâre running around in circles, Iâm leaving and you get back to me when youâre sober and know what youâre talking about.â
âI wouldnât have thought that you would ever run away from me.â
âIâm giving us space before we say things we donât mean, or I say things I donât mean, you already said things.â
âOnly true things.â
Without another word, you grabbed your backpack and put it on back, walking towards the door, giving the room one last glance, to see if you collected everything for the night.
âLay on your side at least, I donât want you to choke on your own vomitâ, even when he said such mean things to you, you still cared.
âI wish Iâd never asked you to be my girlfriend, then I wouldâve fucked a random girl into oblivion and I wouldnât have blue balls right now. In fact, I wish Iâd never even met you, Iâd have a more stress-free life.â
Before he could say anything else, you opened the door and rushed through it. These words were hurting you badly, did he mean them? Without trying to think about it, you made your way down to the reception to ask for a room, and luckily they had one available in that you could move in right away. The receptionist did look at you weirdly and asked if she could help, but you declined and only said you just needed a new room.
When you moved in and laid on the bed, all you could think about was the words Lando said to you, what if it was true? What if youâd never met Lando, maybe heâd be happier now, not angry at you for giving you water. Itâs stupid, because of a damn water. You were sure if he had drunk any more alcohol, he would be black-out drunk right now, maybe that wouldâve been better than trying to get him to sober up. There was no right or wrong here, you just hoped he was back to normal when he woke up. If he felt sorry he definitely had to do better than just apologizing, but you needed time, a lot of time. Being called a bitch by your boyfriend wasnât something that was okay in any way. You were scared of what the day would bring after you woke up, either he would understand his mistakes or both of you would be single.
You tried to fall asleep, but your thoughts drifted back to Lando, was he sleeping? Was he vomiting? Hopefully, he didnât vomit in his sleep and choked on it. You watched some Netflix and while doing that, you finally fell asleep.
The next morning you woke up in a cold bed, the bed always felt cold without Lando in it, and with all the things he said to you, you still missed him. Your phone was pinging with messages and they were from Lando and some of your friends. First, you looked at Landoâs and saw what he had to say.
When he was trying to call you, you thought about answering, but you wanted to let him cook a little longer. Maybe it was selfish, but you wanted him to hurt a little too, all the ugly things he said to you werenât something lightly, and even because he was drunk, it wasnât something you should use as an excuse.
Next, you looked at your friendsâ texts.
Shit. You didnât know there were pictures taken, so not only did you have the situation with Lando, but now it was public and you seemed like the bad guy, when you did nothing wrong, you only gave him water to sober up.
But eventually, you couldnât contain your anger towards him and you were scared of the conversation, after an hour of ignoring his texts and calls, you got ready and gathered your things before going to your old room. You unlocked the door and Lando stood in the room.
âY/N! Where have you been? I was super worried,â he ran to hug you, but you didnât hug him back, you only stood straight and waited for him to be done. He tried to kiss you next but you only turned your head to the side, so his lips grazed your cheek.
âAre you okay? Why are you not kissing me back?â
âWe should sit down.â
He looked at you confused but sat down on the bed and waited for you to say the next thing.
âThe last thing you remember from yesterday was you puking?â
He nodded.
âYou got more drunk after, and well, you were pretty hurtful towards me.â
âWhat did I say?â
âYou called me a bitch, said you wish you never met me, then you wouldnât have such a boring life or made me your girlfriend, said I canât pleasure you, you were rude to the bartenders, should I go on?â
âThat wasnât me.â
You scoffed, of course, it was him. You pulled out your phone and opened the link your friend sent you of the article.
âIf you tell me, this isnât you and me, then I believe you.â
He looked at the article with big eyes and was stuttering, clearly, he didnât expect there to be pictures of the situation.
âBut why were we fighting? Everything was perfect.â
âYeah, until you were too drunk and I tried to give you water to sober up, you noticed and freaked out. Called me a bitch and all that, when I finally dragged you to the hotel, you said that you never shouldâve met me.â
He got up and walked through the room, âall because of water?â
You nodded and looked outside the window with the beautiful view on the strip.
âY/N, I didnât mean it like that, you have to trust me.â
But you said nothing and kept looking out the window, you knew this was coming, but you were too hurt to let it slide.
âY/N, please. Youâre not a bitch, youâre my angel. I love you so much.â
âDrunken words, sober thoughts, remember.â
âYou know how angry I get at things when Iâm drunk, do you remember the time I yelled at Max for standing too close to the drinks? Because of stupid things, I get angry. I didnât mean anything I said.â
âDoesnât justify it, Lando Iâm sorry but I donât know if Iâll stay in Vegas, I wish it turned out different but you really fucking hurt me.â
âNo! Y/N! You canât leave me, I need you. We planned so many cool things in Las Vegas.â
âMaybe, but I didnât think you would hurt me that much.â
He sat down and grabbed your hand, you let him, after all, you loved him.
âYou have to believe me, baby, I didnât mean anything I said. I love how cared for me and tried to give me water, Iâll never drink again, I promise!â, he tugged a loose piece of hair behind your ear and grabbed your chin to make you look at him.
âDonât be ridiculous. I donât think youâre taking this seriously Lando. You called me a bitch, drunk or not, this is something that came out of your mouth!â, now you were the one that got up and released yourself from his touch.
âI am! I just think we should forget about it, because, clearly, I wasnât me.â
With a huff, you went and grabbed your bag.
âThink about what you did, I need to go, maybe you were right, maybe we never shouldâve met, maybe this relationship was supposed to last for a few years, but not forever and always.â
âWait Y/N, don-â, but before he could continue, you were out the door and in the hallway. Slowly you walked to the elevator and waited for him to run after you, but he didnât. The door stayed closed, no matter how long you stared at it and waited for it opened. With tears in your eyes, you waited for the elevator and it took you to the lobby.
You had no plan for where you were going, you just walked. You wanted him to think about the things and realize this isnât something that he can fix with an easy âIâm sorryâ. You walked for at least an hour before resting in a small cafĂ© near the strip, you prayed that there were no fans of Lando, normally you loved meeting the faces behind the edits, but today you needed your peace. You ordered your favorite beverage and checked your phone, not one call or text from
Lando appeared on the screen, instead millions of messages from Instagram. Private messages, comments, tagged pictures and videos, the list goes on and on. You had even received messages from your and Landoâs parents, yours were worried about you and wanted to know what happened, same as Landoâs. They also told you they couldnât reach Lando and wanted to know if he was okay. This was all too much, you wish you threw this damn party, then you would be happy with Lando right now. You hated fighting, especially with Lando. After sitting there for at least thirty minutes, you decided it was time to talk about it, you couldnât endure the unknown anymore, you needed to know what would happen with your relationship.
Once again you held the plastic card against the door and the red light turned green, you opened it and were welcomed with a big bouquet of flowers. You walked further into the room but couldnât find Lando, instead, you saw two bigger boxes sitting on the bed next to a piece of paper, you sat down and read.
âMy dear angel,
Iâm sorry I hurt you, it never was my intention to do so. I know being drunk isnât an accuse of actions and Iâm not saying that anymore, what I did was stupid, youâre not a bitch, youâre the best thing that ever happened to me, I am so glad I met you that day, because if I hadnât, I wouldnât be nearly as happy as I am. You pleasure me just perfectly, I donât think that there was a day in these five years where I wasnât ready to fuck you, by just looking at you. Yes, even in your sweats and with your bun on top of your head.
If I could turn back time, I would. My behavior was unacceptable, and itâll never happen again, I promise. I love how you cared for me, and kept on trying to give me water, and rubbing my back while I was puking all over the toilet, thatâs true love.
Iâm giving you space, take as much time as you need, Iâll wait. If you want to go home, just text me and Iâll book the next available flight home, whether itâs Monaco or your actual home, you wonât even see me, if you donât want to. But if youâre able to give me another chance, in the two boxes next to you, are things I know you wanted for some time now. Iâm not trying to buy my way back to you, just know I did this to show that I care about you. I have made a reservation in the restaurant you desperately wanted to go to, but it was all booked out. Being a driver comes in handy I guess. Iâll wait for you. The reservation is at 8:00 pm, donât feel the need to come, itâs fine if you need more time, I canât blame you, itâs all my fault.
Iâm sorry, I love you.
Yours.â
He could be actually really sweet. You dropped the letter on the bed and got up to face the boxes, you first opened the smaller one, in there were your favorite shoes, in that color you wanted. Youâve been in Landoâs ears for months, that you want to buy them, but you were too stingy. You turned them around in your hands and admired them, they were beautiful. A small smile fell over your face.
Next, you opened the bigger box and pulled the material out, that was wrapped in satin paper. It was a designer dress that you loved, you saw it some time ago when you were window shopping with Lando and you couldnât get it out of your head. The price was way too much tho, and you forbid Lando to buy it for you, I guess he didnât listen. You looked back to the flowers and admired them as well, he did go all out. The anger was still there and you were ready to have a screaming match with him, but you felt a little better, the walk also helped clearing your head.
The time on your phone showed you, that it was already 6:32 pm. You thought about just leaving and taking the space you needed, but you couldnât dump him in this expensive ass restaurant. You were angry, but not cruel.
So you put on your makeup, doing your hair and lastly you put on the dress, it fitted you like a glove, it better does, it costs way too much money for the amount of fabric that goes into it. You looked at your new sneakers, but you couldnât wear them to this expensive ass dress, so you went with your normal heels. Seeing it was already 8:02 pm, and you had only now left the room, you were going to be late. But he deserved it, you were going to meet him, but you could be a little late. He was definitely sweating already because you werenât there yet.
You took a taxi to bring you to the restaurant and because of the Grand Prix, the streets were closed and it took longer than normal to get there. Now it was 8:19 pm and you only got to the outside of the building. The elevator was taking you up to the last floor and the waitress waiting at the front desk was welcoming you with a smile. She brought you to the table where Lando was sitting, when he saw you, his eyes lit up and he stood up to greet you. He gave you a kiss on your cheek and you both sat down.
âIâm glad you came.â
âI wasnât sure if I wanted to.â
âOh.â
âWhat Oh? Lando please,â you tried to keep your voice calm, so others wouldnât shift their attention to you, âYou said things that clearly upset me, you can be happy that Iâm here. I donât think a lot of people would do that.â
âIâm sorry, I didnât think yo-â
âYou didnât think, seems like youâre not doing that a lot lately.â
Before Lando could answer, a waiter came to you and you ordered your drinks.
âIâm really sorry, you have to believe me. My behavior wasnât okay, and it wonât happen again. I promise.â
You said nothing and kept quiet, you didnât want to forgive him already, he should feel the pain you felt.
âThank you for the clothes,â came out of your mouth after you got your drinks and ordered your food. You may be mad, but he still paid hella money for the things.
âYou only deserve the best, you know that.â
You nodded. The silence was loud and both of you didnât know what to say, that never had happened before, normally you always have something to talk about.
âBaby, what do I need to do, that you forgive me? Iâm really sorry. Iâll do whatever.â
You grabbed his hand that laid on the table.
âI need time, I wonât leave, but I canât jump back into how we were before the party. Just give me time and you need time to reflect on everything too. Just because Iâm staying doesnât mean itâs fine, neither am I. I love you so much, but you hurt me big time, you humiliated me in front of our friends and tabloids. I need you to be a good boyfriend.â
âIâm so sorry, it never was my intention to hurt you, nor publicly. I hate myself for letting this get out of hand, I donât know why I was acting that way, I just know that itâll never happen again. You have to trust me with that.â
He squeezed your hand and looked at you, you could clearly see how sorry he was. He was embarrassed and you could feel it, he was acting all shy and didnât really know what to do, he'd never been like that before.
Your food came and it was enjoyed in mostly silence, a few comments about the food or view you had up here, were made, but you both were stuck in your own mind.
The walk to the hotel was silent as well, you were walking next to each other but without touching, it was awful. It has never been that stiff between you two, so when you stood in the elevator that brought you up to your floor, you couldnât endure this feeling anymore. You hugged and squeezed him tight.
âI love you, okay? Weâll work it through and weâll be okay, donât worry.â
You looked up at him and pressed your lips to his, he was melting down in your touch and finally relaxing a bit.
âBut you also said something else while you were drunk.â
Lando feared the worst.
âYou want to propose?â
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idk if itâs just me but ANGRY SEX omfg like imagine they just get so angry they HAVE to pound the shit out of you đ€đ€ - đȘ°
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I got like 9 asks about angry / ïżŒ rough sex in like an hour the other day from different anons are yâall okay? Just horny?
CW: angry / ïżŒrough-ish sex, afab! reader, pick your boy cuz I couldnât lmao
You donât even remember what the fight was aboutâŠdid you even have an argument?âŠYour mind is too fuzzy to think straightâŠ..
Not right now anyway, not while he has you pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waistâŠnot while heâs pounding into you so roughly, all you can do is moan and claw at his shirt trying to ground yourself.
Hell heâd practically ripped off, mumbling about getting them out of his way. Not that you care right now-
Your too busy moaning, whining with every movement of his hips, every slide of his cock in and out of your poor abused cuntâŠ.
His fingers digging into you ass so hard youâll definitely have little bruises tomorrow. All while he keeps nipping and sucking at your neck, making sure to mark you as his even when heâs angry. Especially when heâs angry
Only pausing to whisper degrading words right in your ear, mocking you for letting him fuck you like this even after you said you were mad at him, even after yelling at each otherâŠ.calling you a whore, his whore and asking if you knew youâd end up like this?
You both knew youâll always end up like this-
Your eyes fall closed as you moan louderâŠ.begging for moreâŠuntil you let out a surprised gasp as he pulls you away from the wall, your arms tightening around his shoulders at the sudden shift and now heâs using his grip on your ass to bounce you on his cock, chuckling at your startled expression.
You can only whine louder and hold on tighter as he uses you as a little fuck toyâŠâŠyouâd be embarrassed if it didnât feel so fucking good-
Maybe you really did deserve the way he mocked you-
His cock keeps hitting your sweet spot inside you just perfectly~
Hearing him groan in your ear as you cum around his cock.
Seeing that damn smirk on his face when your walls keep spasming around his cock, as if you still want more even deeper inside, and he taunts you by calling you a slutâŠ.his slut as he moves, dropping you on bed.
Pushing you down as he trusts into you again, moving his hips faster and faster until heâs pounding into you againâŠ.until heâs cummingâŠ..moaning your name as he stuffs your poor little cunt with his sticky cumâŠ.
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đœđźđ¶đżđ¶đ»đŽ | alessia russo x mma!fighter
đđđșđșđźđżđ | alessia and ella find themselves in chaos of trouble and you have to go save them.
đđźđżđ»đ¶đ»đŽ | blood, violence, slurs, misogyny, i suck at warnings
đ»đŒđđČ | just gonna silently drop this here and dip. thank you to the anon that requested this!
âI knew I shoulda drove. Now look at what you've done. You gotten us lost.âÂ
Alessia sighed, turning the wheel down an unknown neighborhood. âThe map said turn left, Less!â she groaned, dropping her head on the steering wheel, halting the car in the middle of the road. That was the second wrong turn she had took, theyâve only been down three blocks.Â
Ella made the absolute mistake of letting Alessia drive. She should have manned up and drove with her tweaked ankle that surely would have gotten them to dinner faster.Â
âI swear it said turn right!â Alessia exclaimed, peering around the neighborhood for some familiarity. Ella gasped in disbelief, snatching the phone out its holder, shoving it right into Alessiaâs face.Â
âLeft! It said left!â
Alessia grinned sheepishly, the clear displayment of a left turn route proved Ellaâs point. âWeâve all mistaken our left for our right.â Alessia flinched back when Ella reached over the console, threatening to strangle her. Alessia released her foot off the petal backing herself far from Ella as much as she could. Momentarily forgetting to put the car in park.Â
The car rolled forward, the two girls were far too busy fighting to notice the sudden movement. They jerked, Ella frozed mid-climb, Alessia had stopped screaming. Blue eyes staring into one another as stunned as they can be. Both too scared to look at the situation they found themselves in.Â
âWhat did we just do?âÂ
âI donât know.â
âWhy donât you look?.â
âWhy donât you?âÂ
âYouâre the driver.â
âYouâre the idiot that attacked the driver!â
âOkay. Letâs both look on the count of three.â Alessia nod, she grabbed Ellaâs hands interlacing them for the worst to come. OneâŠTwoâŠThr-âÂ
âHey!â Their heads snapped to the booming voice, a man furiously marching towards them. Hurling slander at the top of his lungs. Terror surged, and Ella repeatedly slapped Alessia to take action. âDrive! Drive!âÂ
Alessia stammered, fumbling the gear between reverse and drive, âI canât! The roadâs too fucking small!â The attempt to make an escape was useless, giving up, Alessia scrambled out the car. âSir! Sir, Iâm sorry I didnât mean-â She stumbled back startled by the closing proximity as he continued his march, no sign of stopping.Â
âYou think I care what you mean! You hit my fucking car!â He screamed, inches away from Alessiaâs face. She turned her head, shielding herself from the strong aggression. Ella instantly went to Alessiaâs side, yanking her back. âI paid pounds for it! Only for some two stupid girls to wreck it!âÂ
Ella scrunched her nose in disgust, spit flying everywhere from his yellow jagged teeth. Smart mouth as ever, Ella said, âTechnically, we didnât wreck it. A little bump to the side is more like it. So donât go get your teeth in a twist.â His face grew beet red by the second, Alessia pushed her best friend behind her. There was no way they were going to get out of this alive if Ella kept talking.Â
âI understand youâre angry but weâll pay for the damages.â Alessia pleads, hoping that by taking responsibility theyâll be good to go. âWe?!â Ella cried, wincing when Alessia stomped on her foot. She threw a stern look, silently warning Ella to shut her mouth. âYes, we. Weâll take full responsibility and pay for all expenses needed.â Alessia forced a smile, praying that what she said was enough to settle the tension.
He chuckled, âYou think Iâm going to trust two whores to have that kind of money?! Do you take me for a fool?! This is a vintage Rolls Royce, your family's generational wealth couldnât pay for this!â He slammed his fist onto the hood of Alessiaâs car, pointing a threatening finger at her. âIâm going to call the police, donât go anywhere!âÂ
Alessia gulped, her stomach tightened as storms of emotions winded her. She felt stupid for being distracted, stupid for not putting the car in park. She wishes that things will be handled privately, no need for the media or you to hear about this, especially you. But, while Alessia was preoccupied, Ella had made a call.Â
âHello, mate? I think itâs best you get down here, Alessiaâs a bit in a situationâŠYeah, weâre nearing that pond you threw Lucy in last month. Alright, see ya. âÂ
Ella tucked her phone in her pocket, just catching the man walking away. âDonât stress too much, Iâve got it handled.â Alessia looked at her with red eyes, hot tears brimming slightly over the edge. Ella pulled Alessia to her side, wrapping an arm around while they waited. It didnât take long for you to arrive, two minutes after the call to be exact. Itâs a good thing they didnât make it far with Alessiaâs poor driving skills.Â
Her eyes grew large at the sight of you racing over, she didnât expect you to be here. She zeroed in on Ella, knowing she had something to do with your sudden appearance. You had become the teamâs go to person whenever they were in trouble, especially if Alessia was an unwilling participant. Then, certainly youâd show up.
âAlessia! Are you okay, love?âÂ
You engulfed her in your arms, looking over her shoulder, Ella nodded assuring that she was unharmed. Alessia released a breath, the security of your arms brought her comfort more than she could imagine. âIâm okay. But what are you doing here? You canât be here.â Alessiaâs words tremble with worry. You were still under investigation after last yearâs incident. Headlines that followed hours later spread like wildfire.Â
You became the center focus, your name and photos plastered on every media outlet there is. Your team did some damage control and ceased the fire but that wasnât enough to call off the rumors and speculation circulating you.Â
In terms of Alessia, her name was out of the limelight. Your team along with hers worked overtime to ensure that her and her friendâs association with you wouldnât be put to questioning. The possibility of your career tanking was on everybodyâs mind, the last thing you wanted was for Alessia and her mates to get mixed up in it all.Â
You furrowed your brows, assessing your surroundings. Your eyes wandered over Alessiaâs car, âI came as soon as Ella called. Said that you were in trouble, and it looks like she wasn't lying. What the hell happened?âÂ
âAlessia hit another car and then this grumpy old man came out of nowhere and started yelling! He called us stupid and whores! Iâm not a whore!âÂ
Ella kicked the rubble on the road, more comfortable to express her anger now that you were here to ensure that she wouldnât get hit for talking her smack. You looked for Alessia for confirmation, rest assured, she nodded. You sighed, pressing a kiss to Alessiaâs forehead. âItâs alright, Less. I'll go have a little chat, rough him up a bit and then we can go.âÂ
There was no point in stopping you, she had learned the hard way. You cupped her jaw, the heat radiating from her red cheeks soothed your cold hands. âStay with Ella until Iâm done. I mean it.â Alessia searched for anything else other than the love and determination, you always held. You didnât let go until she said what you wanted to hear.Â
âYeah, Iâll stay with her until youâre done.âÂ
You softly smiled, understanding that she didnât want you fighting her battles for her. Ever since your public outburst, Alessiaâs been walking on eggshells with whom she interacted and how she interacted, becoming more reserved to avoid another mishap. âDonât worry your pretty head. Itâll be quick.â You kissed her lips, smiling when she refused to pull away. You gave her a parting peck.Â
âElla, you mind pointing him out?â Ella pointed an accusatory finger to the flat behind you, confident that youâd be kicking some ass today, and maybe she could jump in, earn some street credits to her name.
Alessia stared at her friend in betrayal, Ella shrugged, âWhat? If she ends up in prison, at least you know sheâll get your name tattooed on her neck.â Alessia rolled her eyes. Though you assured her multiple times that prison wasnât in your future, it didnât stop the possibility from potentially becoming a reality. âMaybe she could be the next Mike Tyson.â
The door opened, revealing a woman in her thirties, a wash cloth in hand. âHello, darling. What can I do for you?â You gave a charming smile, not expecting a woman to be on the other end. Did the man that just called your girlfriend and friend a whore have a wife? âUm, Iâm looking for your husband I presume. I wanted to speak about some problems we've made along the way.â She smiled politely, seemingly unsuprised that her husband got caught in a web of trouble.Â
âOh, Iâll go get him for you.âÂ
You gave thanks, rocking on your heels as you waited. A man appeared with a beer in hand, a phone in the other. âWhat do you want?â His voice gruffed, your nose twitched at the stench of alcohol, body odor and family disappointment.Â
"An apology. You see the two girls behind me. Well one of them is my girlfriend and the other is her best friend. And I don't know about you, but I don't take anyone disrespecting my girl lightly."Â
He scoffed, the audacity to scoff in your face had your self-control hanging by a thread. He stepped out the door threshold, guzzling his beer before throwing it down on the pavement. Shards flew up a few inches, yet you stood your ground. Â
"Yeah? What the hell are you going to do about it, bitch?"Â
Instantly, you grabbed him by the collar, throwing him down the small steps to his freshly cut lawn. Groans escaped his mouth, his body curled up withering in pain from the blow to his back. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
You skipped the steps, kicking his ankle when he tried to stand. âMany things but none that are worth discussing. Whatâs your name? Because I donât think hillbilly bob is it.â He pushed himself up to his knee, this time you let him. He glared up at you, grumbling his name.Â
âPaul. The nameâs Paul.âÂ
You motioned for Alessia and Ella to walk over, âGirls, I know you already met, but this man here name is Paul. Now, Paul, we're going to try this again. Give the girls the apology they deserve.â You tapped your foot, unfazed by the lasers he shot at you. Youâve dealt with the worst people, all who're skilled in kicking your ass. Baseless men like Paul failed to install fear in you. You were the BloodHouse for crying out loud. You werenât so easily shaken.
âShe hit my car. I'm not apologizing for shit."Â
You huffed, your team thought itâd be best for you to lay off matches for a while, you havenât stepped foot in the cage with another fighter for months. Your body was itching for a fight, a real one, and it looks like you found one. âI really wish you didn't say that.â You pulled your fist back, striking him across the jaw.Â
He fell back, and white flash of pain surged from his back to his jaw. Blood flooded his mouth. He gathered up the little strength he had to spit on you. You inspected at the red blob on your shoe, your heart pounding in your ears. Your fingers twitched, feeling the uncontrollable urge to pummel Paul black and blue.
You rushed forward, grabbing Paul by the ear, forcing him up before you tore it off. You inched closer, dropping down to a whisper. âYou're lucky that sheâs here. If it was just you and me, I wouldâve beaten you until youâre tube fed. Now, say you're sorry.âÂ
Fear striked through him, his doe eyes looking at you like some kind of monster. He turned to the girls, reluctant but nonetheless muttered what you were looking for. You purse your lips, unsatisfied. Grabbing his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back. "Louder and make it sincere.â
You weren't a very patient person, never have been, never will be. A trait you honorably gotten from your father, you pushed Paul's arm further as he took his sweet time.Â
âSorry, girls. Seems like he lost his voice, no worries Iâll get your apology.âÂ
âBabe, I donât think-â
âCome on, mate. Say it. Itâll be done and over with before you know it.â Alessia threw a look over her shoulder, silently blaming Ella for dragging you into this mess. Ella raised her hands in surrender. She was partially to blame for this she'll admit.
He visibly clenched his jaw, no matter how hard he tried to conjure up his strength he was no match for you. Your stance established the power imbalance between you two. Him barely holding himself up while you stood firm. Ella smiled in triumph, Alessia winced as the man croaked out an apology, a fearful one, but one nevertheless.Â
You smiled at Alessia who stood weary behind you, she was still getting used to the extent violence could go, slowly she became immune but time could only tell. "What do you say, love? Do you think he's being genuine?"Â
Alessia glanced at you and then to the man down on the ground, her chest filled with a pride. âYeah, I think heâs fine.â You patted Paul on the shoulder, feeling a hint of glee when he hissed.Â
âTold you were lucky.âÂ
Though you werenât done as they thought. You dragged Paul, not minding the dead weight as he tried to stop you. You flipped open the bin, readjusting your grip on the back of his shirt before tossing him in. You closed the lid, kicking it to the ground. Smirking when a shout came from the fall. You turned to Alessia, looking for a job well done.
Ella applauds, entertained by the show you provided, disbelieving that this is what sheâs been missing. âCan we go now? Iâm getting hungry.â
âGladly. Wait before I forget.â You pulled out a wad of pounds from your pocket, throwing it beside the bin, âFor your car!â You gave it an extra nudge, slinging your arm around Alessia as Ella took your spot and continously kicked the bin.Â
âTake that you arse!â
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8 anon here! Could I request "fixing their clothes a little for them when noticing something is off" from quiet acts of love that make me cry prompt list for poly Wade and Logan please?
"wait, wait!"
your voice is so stressed that Logan and Wade both freeze at the doorway, exchanging a silent look of confusion.
"pookie, you okay? need us to kiss a little to give you the strength to go get groceries?"
Logan ignores this, peering at you as you search the kitchen cupboards for something.
"seriously, what is it?" he asks, brow even more furrowed than usual as you start to rifle through the draws. you put all the stuff you're not looking for to the side as you go - a rolling pin, a pizza menu from ten years ago, a spanking paddle (Wade grins sheepishly at that one) - before holding something aloft triumphantly.
it's a lint roller.
"oh my god..." Logan groans.
"the two of you are covered in dog fur."
"are you sure it's from Mary? she's arguably the least hairy one in this apartment..." Wade side-eyes Logan, who growls. the merc is not deterred and mumbles an, "ooh! angry puppy."
"shut up and let me roll you."
"don't threaten me with a good t--"
"Wade!"
"fine, fine. just think the paddle would have been more fun..."
they stand still dutifully as you clean them both up, swiping the roller over their jackets before quickly doing yourself too. you step back to admire the result.
"okay, we're all good!" you announce, grabbing your keys from their hook and heading out the door.
secretly? they're both kinda pleased. it's nice when you look after them.
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If Simon and bimbo!reader ever had a big fight (not petty disagreements), what would they fight about? How do both handle serious fights and making up?
ahhhh :((( anon when I catch you. It'd likely be at the beginning of the relationship, before she knows about his job and he always leaves for weeks without telling her much about it
>Simon and bimbo!reader fight and make up.
âI just don't understand why you do this to me... just tell me.â Your voice is as pleading as it is demanding, eyebrows furrowed and face scrunched up in a mix of frustration and sadness.
âI can'tââ He's interrupted by a small scoff coming out of you, your arms crossed as you look away and take a deep breath. He's never seen you like this before, never so... frustrated and angry. Anxiety starts to fill his soul within seconds, stuck between wanting to keep you away from his job, and wanting to reassure you.
âDo you just.... have a second family or something? Is that what it is?â The accusation makes his own face scrunch up in a mix of mild disgust and confusion. Was his unwavering loyalty to you not obvious? He never even looks at other women at all, his eyes are for you only.
âI don't.ïżœïżœ It's all he can say to defend himself. How does he go about telling you he kills people for a living? Sure, he's protecting the world and serving the Queen, but would you look at him differently when you find out the same hands that are so gentle with you will forever be tainted with another's blood?
âThen what is it, Simon?â You never call him Simon. Even when you first met, you've always called him Si. He lets out a small sigh, shaking his head. He doesn't want to be around to fight, he just wants it all to be okay like beforeâ yet he also understands why you're acting that way after months of being kept in the dark.
âI'll be back later.â He turns around to leave the shared flat, only being stopped by another scoff.
âFine. Leave like you always do.â It was a low blow, you can tell that much by the way his muscles visibly tense up, bulging out of his black shirt. He shakes his head, the hand on the doorknob trembling slightly. He loves you more than anything, but can he really handle seeing the expression on your face when he tells you why he's away?
â'M in the military.â He finally turns around, walking back to you and holding your hand, sitting down on the couch and pulling you on his lap, one of his hands running down the length of your hair.
âSAS. I'll show you my contracts if you don't believe me.â He's willing to do anything to make you believe him. Each silent second only increases his anxiety, barely managing to look down at you just to see the gears shifting in your brain, putting two and two together.
â.... Is that why you always stink when you come back?â There's enough mirth in your tone to let him know you're joking, barely managing to hide the smile tugging at your lips.
âY'sniff me like a fuckin' police dog when I'm back, love. You like it.â No matter how much you roll your eyes in fake annoyance and pretend you don't like it, you both know the truth. You cuddle up closer to him, resting comfortably on his burly body.
âY'wear the cool uniforms, Si?â Your voice is softer, almost shy to even ask the question. He knows you like masked menâ he's heard you rant about Pyramid Head and Ghostface enough times already. He hums softly in reply, nodding his head.
âSometimes. Cool mask and all, you'd like it.â He's just teasing you at this point, trying to hold back a smile when he feels you rapidly shifting in his arms just to get closer to his face, unable to hide your excitement.
âYeah? Can I see?â Your giddiness is almost contagious, making a deep chuckle finally escape his lips. You're not looking at him like he's a monster, you're simply excited about the idea of him wearing a mask. Maybe letting you see Ghost isn't a bad idea.
âHmm...â He drags out, looking away and pretending to think about it just to tease you. The smack to his arm is enough to make him grin at you, stealing a kiss before adjusting you on his lap, finally allowing his body to fully relax.
âYeah, I'll show you.â
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i wish you'd write full fics on some of those Xavier smut headcanon đ„”
just for you dear anon âĄ
wrote this early in the morning and haven't edited, so bear with any errors. and hope y'all enjoy đ
A Frisky Morning đ [AO3]
Xavier x Reader // smut & light fluff
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In which Xavier fucks out his morning wood into you..
It's the early hours of dawn. You've snuck out of the bed and stepped into the kitchen to prepare a typical breakfast for two. And you begin slicing some onions and tomatoes for the same, when your ears catch the faint sound of approaching footsteps. You crane your head slightly, your eyes blessed by the gorgeous sight of Xavierâs naked torso in all its glory, and the delicious outline of the raging morning wood tenting the sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips.
Immediately you look away. Despite the unholy things you two did in bed last night, you find yourself blushing.
âMorning.â He mumbles sleepily as he walks up to you.
His strong arms wrap around your waist, tousled locks of silver nuzzling and tickling your neck. He reminds you of a big cat in the mornings, prancing up to their human to demand food and treats. You chuckle and turn your head to greet him.
âGood Morââ
Your words are swallowed by the touch of his lips brushing wantonly against yours, his pelvis pressing into your hips. And you nearly end up cutting your own finger at the mere sensation of his hard length rubbing against your back.
âXa..Xavier?â You call out, despite his intentions being clearly obvious.
His face lowers, lips now sucking a spot upon your inviting skin as he lets a hand slip beneath your flimsy nightgown, fingers purposefully reaching for your already soaking panties.
âAngel,â He breathes needily along your neck, long fingers deftly pulling aside the panties to slip a digit inside your warm core. âYouâll help me, right?â
âAaahhhh..â Your eyes flutter shut at the sudden intrusion, your cunt already waiting for more even as the reasonable part of you tries to remind you that you both need to get work in an hour.
âMmm..so tight..â He moans, teeth lightly grazing along your shoulder. That lone finger slowly pushes in and pulls out, pumping your walls at an agonizingly leisurely pace.
You bite your lip to keep any more sounds from escaping, the knife in your hand clattering on the chopping board. Behind your back, you feel his other hand gently press you to the counter before he frees his member from the confines of his sweatpants, its angry swollen tip replacing his finger within your folds.
âXavier!â You chide him lightly. Try talking some sense into him but your own back arches in an effort to take in more of his length.
His hands slip further up beneath your dress, their teasing touches only stopping upon reaching your breasts. He gives each mound a squeeze, his lips coming up to whisper against your ear. âPlease, Angel.â
Fuck!
His desperate plea and that abraded, morning voice are a lethal combination. They easily crumble any remaining bits of resolve you hold. And so you arch your ass further back, legs parting to let him have better access to your cunt.
Behind you, Xavier groans and kisses your cheek as he rams his entire length into your pussy, his throbbing dick stretching your tight walls as he sets an unrelenting pace to fuck the angry hard-on out of his system.
His hands squeeze and pinch at your nipples, and you try your damned best to hold onto the counter, knuckles turning white. And Xavier watches you greedily, midnight blue eyes darker with desire as he commits the sight of your parted lips to his memory. As he makes sure to record the sound of every lewd squelch due his rapid thrusts, and every little sound you make in response to his balls thwacking obscenely against the backs of your thighs.
It's filthy but filling. Quick yet satiating.
You feel your walls clench and gush around him, your whimpers mingling with his moans in the quiet of the early morning.
Your ecstatic release triggers his own. And he snaps his hips faster, kisses your lips harder, utters your name louder, and thrusts his dick deeper, spurting his seed into your already dripping walls.
Your breaths come out in loud pants as you try to regain your senses. You feel Xavier's hands slip away from your breasts. Tenderly, he tucks your panties back in place over the slick folds of your pussy, and plants a kiss on your cheek.
âThanks, Angel.â
hope this was enjoyable enough for a quick read đ«Ł
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