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Thinking about a arranged marriage, in which darling denies their spouse any opportunity to touch them. For reader, they have no reason to believe this would ever be a equal relationship. They believed, if they serviced their spouse well, and played the part of a dutiful partner, they would be able to lead a comfortable life without any unnecessary drama or hurt feelings on their end.

Of course they didn’t take into account how absolutely obsessed their spouse is with them, and how much pain their in each time their denied the chance to touch their darling.

Every intimate act between the couple, the darling does all the work. Weather it be quick services with their mouth or body, as soon as their spouse finishes the darling hops off and makes their way back to their room to take care of their own needs or read a new book. And their spouse is fucking devastated each and every time.

Their fingers grip their darlings shoulder or hair, savoring that moment of contact before their orgasm hits and the warmth of their love leaves them for the remainder of the night. No aftercare, no kisses, and worst of all, they don’t get to see their darling cum. Ever.

“Darling…? If it’s not too much to ask..”

“Yes my love?”

And they’d shiver at the hollow endearment.

“Well..perhaps we could engage in some more intimacy tonight…? I could-“

“Ah.” And their darling would pause, bringing a hand to rub their jaw tenderly. “Well, my jaw is still a little sore from last time, but if you wish I can certainly help you again.”

“N..No..I mean, I could..I could take care of you…tonight…”

“Oh. That won’t be necessary my dear.”

And god how their heart fucking breaks at that, brows furrowing nervously as they try to resist the temptation to fall to their knees and beg. Beg to taste their darlings flesh and finally feel their lips pressed against their own. Their eyes nearly well with tears, the untamed desire burning them to the core. Their darling was so cruel to them.

“But I insist, I can-“

“Do not worry my love. I’ll take care of you tonight so you won’t be so stressed for your meeting tomorrow. Or if you’d like I could find you more suitable company for the night?”

The repulsion in their body would nearly make their stomach swell with nausea at the mere idea of laying in bed with another that wasn’t their beloved darling.

“I’m…No thank you, my love.”

And you, the silly little darling won’t understand why your spouse seems so disheartened. You’d been the perfect partner, anyone’s dream. You kept to yourself, did what you were asked. They never had to care for you needs or wants beyond your allowance and the occasional outing.

You could admit you were married to a very attractive and respectable figure. Known for their kindness and intelligence. You considered yourself lucky as to deal with someone so agreeable.

And there were times you wished for a warm body besides yours in the dead of night. Someone to lay upon after you’ve both been spent.

But that vulnerability was too scary for yourself. Fear that your heart would hurt more if you let yourself feel the pain of neglect after. So, this arrangement you’d crafted for yourself would have to do.

Well, until the night you’d found your depraved lovers head buried between your thighs, moaning like a starved fool.

What a sight to awaken too.

#yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader #x race neutral reader #x oc

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°•☆Open Wounds☆•°

♦️ Dark! Bruce Wayne x Mom! Reader ♦️

You thought the grief of losing your husband would shatter you. And, in many ways, it did. Then, Bruce Wayne enters your life, determined to put the pieces of you back together.

CW:Non-con/Dub-con, forced relationship, gaslighting, implied ED

Words: 7k

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Grief is strange. 

It comes in waves, ebbing and flowing. Some days, you drown in it, the emptiness he left behind. Some days you float right amidst the confusion of his absence. But peaceful shores are never near, always too far out of reach. Head barely above water and barely able to breathe. Most days, it seems the depth of your loss will drag under if you’re not careful. But you hold on. You have to. For him at least.

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#dark bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x black reader #yandere x reader #bruce wayne smut

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Does anyone have any tips on writing a dead dove story? I’m trying to write a fanfic for Cult of the lamb

#x black reader #yandere #dead dove fic #cult of the lamb

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Ong Bruce better than me cause the way I would’ve punched that man..

The Black Guy Law

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; 𝐸𝑙𝑖 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐵𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒 𝑥 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒!𝑜𝑐 (𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑑𝑎𝑑)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; 𝐸𝑙𝑖 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒, 𝐵𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒, 𝐷𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑑

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑃𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑉𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 (𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛)

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑/𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚, 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑦. 𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑡𝑐. 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒...

The time was around 3 in the afternoon, an hour of anticipation for teachers, parents -whichever ones bothered to show up to pick up their children anyways and didn't send their chauffers instead- and students alike, all waiting expectantly for that almost euphoric ring of the bell.

Outside the Gotham Academy's grounds, somewhere amongst the awaiting crowd of adults, there was Eli Wayne, smoothily leaning against a wall, absentmindedly conversing with some of the other parents, occasionally taking short drags from the lit cigarette resting between his fingers.

Eli was usually the one that went to pick up his kids from school. With Bruce being busy with his business work and Alfred busying himself around the house, he had offered to take over miscellaneous tasks. The man was a stay at home dad of shorts, not feeling the need to work, his husband's fortune being more than enough to provide for their family.

Soon enough the familiar ringing sounded through the halls and the outside areas of the school and was followed by shuffling and a mixture of a plethora of young children's shouts and laughter as they rushed to their respective caretakers.

"BABA!"

"BA!"

Eli heard a couple childish shrieks through the crowd, coming from behind him, a fond grin subconscious overtaking his features. The man put out his cigarette, before turning at the direction of the frantic light footsteps and kneeled down, arms wide open.

Soon enough, the small bodies of his 8 and 6 year-old sons, Dick and Jason, collided with his chest, small arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace.

"Hey, boys. How was your day at school?"

After letting them say their goodbyes to their friends, Eli took his sons' hands, starting their usual walk back home. His youngest was bouncing around blubbering endlessly about his day, while Dick was excitedly butting in to talk about his experience as well, skipping on his steps like his brother. Eli was humming along, enjoying his time with his sons.

So far everything seemed like any other day. That was until Eli caught something seemingly incospicuous out of his peripherals. A police car pulled up behind them, as they walked in the sidewalk.

Dick noticed the sudden change on his father's posture and stared up at him in confusion.

"What's wrong, baba?" the 8-year old asked, only receiving a slightly tighter grip from his father in response.

"Hey!" a voice boomed from behind the three, gaining their attention. Eli glanced over his shoulder at the men getting out of the vehicle, but decided to pay them no mind, unconsciously gripping his childrens' hands a bit tighter, feeling uneasy.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Eli softly tensed his shoulders, turning to face the two policemen rushing behind him obviously on edge. Eli frowned, glancing down at his children who looked back at him in confusion.

He knew what was coming. He knew exactly the situation that was unfolding before his own eyes, yet he dreaded it with his whole being.

Not in front of the kids.

Bruce and him had tried their best to keep their boys protected from the brutality of the world, of Gotham. Unfortunately, coming in contact with the reality was inevitable. They just wished it wasn't so early.

"Is there a problem, officers?" Eli tried to keep his calm, glancing between the two men opposite of him, as the kids moved a tiny bit closer to him, sending the hostility of the policemen.

"Where'd you get these kids?"

The man almost flinched at the bluntness, immediately getting frustrated at the situation. Here we go, he thought.

"They're mine, sir." growled the father under his breath in distaste, before glaring sharply at them.

"Do you have any paperwork to prove it?" the second man grumbled in disbelief, obviously staring between him and his noticeably light-skinned sons.

Eli was fuming by that point. He almost wanted to laugh by the ridiculousness of the situation and most importantly at how unlucky he was to even encounter those morons. He decided against it, instead he responded with sarcasm.

"No, I don't happen to carry the legal paperwork of my sons' adoptions on me. Now if you excuse us we have to go home."

Eli went to turn around and leave, both Dick and Jason, scurrying along, now visibly upset by the atmosphere. However, not even taking a step they heard a frantic movement and a loud click sound, before a booming voice called after them.

"Don't you take another step, buddy!" Eli immediately froze, holding his breath in shock.

Jason, not knowing any better, turned to look at the two men, his eyes immediately filling with tears of fear, as he spotted the guns in their hands. Even at his age, the boy was fully aware of how dangerous they were, and fearing for his ba, he immediately hugged his father's leg.

"Let the kids go."

The father's heart was pounding in his chest. Not because of him being in gunpoint, but for his kids' wellbeing. He could feel the terror radiating from their small figures. That exact feeling was confirmed because as soon as Eli hesitantly let his grip on them loose, they both latched on each of his side tightly, as they tried to keep their cries quiet.

By that point, they were all downright terrified.

"Come here, boys." one of the men demanded, his gun still aimed at the back of their father. Seeing their hesitation only infuriated him more, as he barked louder at them. "Come over right now!"

Eli hung his head low, glancing at his children with a heavy heart and whispered at them, his voice breaking softly. "Go, boys. Baba's gonna be just fine."

Two pairs of teary eyes met his gaze.

"But, baba-" sobbed his eldest in protest, as Eli shook his head.

"Go."

Jason glanced at Dick, as their gazes met, and they both slowly let go of their father, immediately grabbing each other's hand in dread, as they dragged themselves to the scary men.

Once the kids were on their side, the two white men placed all their focus on the adult across them.

"Turn around slowly with your hands raised in the air."

Eli did so, now having a full view of the other four.

"Look, man, I'm sure you know Bruce Wayne. These are his kids-"

"Oh, so you kidnapped Mr. Wayne's sons, huh?"

"What?! No, I-"

"You are under arrest for the kidnapping of minors." declared the first man, quickly pulling a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and approaching Eli

"Hey, hold on-" exclaimed Eli startled, hearing his sons' cries in the background.

Without anybody noticing, the second cop, who still had his gun pointed at the man just in case, had become a bit uneasy, seeing the children's reactions from up close, finding odd how the boys could react to the arrest of their captor in such manner.

"Ron, maybe we should-" tried the second cop, but was cut off by his elder, who slammed the other man on the hood of their car with force making him groan, feeling his nose start bleeding heavily by the contact, as his arms were firmly pulled behind his back.

"Get the kids in the car now." grunted Ron, as Eli struggled under him.

"Hey! Get your hands away from my kids!" hollered Eli, eyes flaring with outrage, as he pushed and kicked back at the officer behind him.

And, suddenly, it was as if time froze.

There was so much noise, all at once.

High-pitched shrieks and sobs, an electric buzz and a scream.

Yet all Eli could hear now was the ringing in his ears, as he felt his muscles spasm as an effect of the taser firmly pressed against his lower back. And, just as suddenly, all he could see was black as he collapsed on his attacker's grip.

The boys cried endlessly screaming for their father at the top of their lungs, being actively held back by the second cop. Soon more police cars arrived at the scene.

Rushing towards the five, two other men pulled the now unconscious man's body into another police vehicle, away from the children, who continued to forcefully struggle against the cop's hold, were softly placed into the first police car, being taken to the GCPD.

Bruce Wayne was on his office at the manor, swallowed in his work, blissfully unaware of his beloved husband's and children's state. He was reading one of the legal documents he had recently been given for approval, when he received a phone call -not on his business phone- but on his personal one.

Bruce checked the room's clock. They were late. He knew because the kids hadn't burst into his office yet to greet him after arriving home, Eli following in tow, giving him a short peck before gathering the kids in his hands and leaving him continue his work. So, he assumed the caller would had been his husband calling to inform him of a reason why they were late.

And in a way he was right. He just couldn't have guessed what had happened.

Picking up his phone, he answered the phone without bothering to see the number.

"Hello?" answered Bruce, immediately noticing the intense amount of background noise from the other side of the call.

"Daddy?" Bruce froze, his heart coming to a halt, as he pulled his full attention to the phone call, hearing his youngest sniff and hiccup from obvious crying. He immediately panicked a million scenarios rushing into his head.

Why was his 8-year-old son on the phone with him crying? Where was-?

"Dick, son, what happened? Are you and Jay okay?" Bruce rambled at the phone, sitting up on his desk chair, as he received a tiny muffled hum in response. "Where's baba?"

"The big bad men took him!" he heard his Jason shriek, which caused him to immediately stand up and rush to leave the Manor.

"Who took baba boys?"

"The police, daddy." Bruce almost tripped over as his whole body froze eyes wide in realization of the severity of the situation. Something had happened and he was sure as hell his husband wasn't the one that provoked the police. "They brought us here and took baba away."

"How was baba when they took him away?"

That caught Alfred's attention who, with furrowed eyebrows poked his head from around the hallway he was dusting, concerned.

"Ba was screaming and then he fell asleep." Jay announced innocently yet with a noticeable discomfort in his voice.

Jason didn't quite grasp the reality of this situation, he was merely 6 years old after all, yet he knew the bad men did something bat at Eli that made him cry and fall asleep and then took him away. He knew they were bad, but he knew his dad would come save them like he always did.

Dick was quite aware that his baba was getting hurt for something he didn't do. They didn't believe him when he told them they were his sons and punished him under an assumption. It was scary because it didn't seem fair. And now Dick didn't let go of his brother's hand in fear of them taking Jason too.

"Boys, I'm coming to take you and baba home. Don't talk to any of those people until I get there, you hear me?" Bruce rushed out to a car, spotting Alfred following behind him.

"Okay, daddy." he heard from the other line, before they hung up the phone and Bruce stepped on the gas.

By the time they arrived at the station, both adults were fuming, dragging themselves through the doors enraged.

"Mister Wayne, he-" squeaked the receptionist startled, as the man passed right by her not paying any attention to her, Alfred staying behind to ask for the men who had made the arrest.

As he walked into the main area of the establishment, he spotted his sons sitting by a policeman's office silently. They both spotted him in a matter of seconds and rushed into his embrace as he picked them both up in ease, holding each other tightly as they cried.

"Are you both okay?" Bruce mumbled under his breath, still holding onto them protectively as he scanned them for any possible collateral injuries, breathing in relief as he found none.

The man stood up noticing Alfred approaching them with a few officers by his side, the kids immediately hugging him as well, as he softly took both their backpacks that were still place on their backs. Bruce felt his rage coming undone, as he was faced with the men that were obviously responsible for this travesty.

"Are you responsible for all this?" he heaved dangerously, as the first policeman, Ron, grinned proudly -yet oh so obliviously- at his accomplishment of rescuing the kids of one of the most powerful men in the country.

"Yes, sir. I'm glad I could do my job and bring your sons back to you safe and unharmed."

Something in Bruce snapped. The smugness, the audacity.

"Get me your superior now!" Bruce shouted, causing the whole room to freeze, chills running down every present person's back.

In just a few moments, a uniformed man around his age came out of his office and approached the situation.

"Mister Wayne. I was informed of your children's kidnapping and I-"

"They were not kidnapped!" Bruce exclaimed with a crazed look in his eyes. "That's my husband for f*ck's sake!"

"Husband?" gasped the second cop, starting to feel cold sweat running over his face, a wide-eyed expression matching his partner's.

"Now wait a sec-" tried Ron, being cut by the booming voice of Bruce.

"Don't you tell me anything and get him out right now!"

The police chief nodded disheaveldy at some of his men to grab the man they previously thought -or better off assumed- to be a criminal.

Minutes later, while Bruce was calling his lawyers, Eli was practically dragged out of his cell, him barely able to walk by his muscles being strained by the electrocution. His face was covered in sweat, tears and a trail of unwiped blood coming from his nostrils, indicating just how poorly he had been treated there.

The boys burst into tears once again as they ran to their other father, slamming into him as he took staggered towards them, exhausted yet beyond relieved to be reunited with his untouched sons.

"Oh, thank god." the man cried in desperation, hugging his sons as tight as possible, close to his chest, breathing heavily.

"Mister Wayne we are so-" hurried the superior, looking startled at the misunderstanding.

"You should be ashamed of yourselves." Alfred cut in, a deep frown itched on his face, frustration evident in his eyes.

"You'll be speaking with my lawyers." grumbled Bruce as they all stormed off the department, Eli with the help of Alfred, piling into the car, the older man driving while the rest sat in the spacious back seat embracing each other in relief. This was supposed to be another normal calm day. But then again when did things go their way.

Bruce and Eli were now layed on their bed sleeping away the pain and exhaustion, their sons huddled between them cozily. They would soon have to have a talk with their boys, give answers to their innocent questions such as 'why did they think ba stole us?' but for now they all stayed cuddled, finally at peace.

#batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #batfam #batdad #bruce wayne x oc #x black male reader #x black reader

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Retired Dilf!Bruce Wayne

Retired Dilf! Bruce Wayne who now lives on some remote island where he can get away from it all. It's just him, his dog, and his wife. 

Retired Dilf!Bruce Wayne who no longer has to work out to fight crime but now just to keep in shape. His muscle is less defined but he's still as strong. He has a peak dad bod.

Retired Dilf!Bruce Wayne who likes fucking his wife on their private beach. No one will see them why not? It's the freest Bruce has ever felt and his favorite thing is her riding him with the sun rising in the background. 

Retired Dilf!Bruce Wayne who video chats with his kids back in Gotham every day to make sure they haven't burned down his house. He doesn't even ask for mission reports. Damian was a little confused because he didn't know that Bruce could tan. 

Retired Dilf!Bruce Wayne who has a lot of pent-up stamina from not crime-fighting so he takes it out on his wife. It's almost a ritual for him to end his night with his head between her thighs. There was one time the two of them didn't leave the bedroom for three days and they only ate the snacks in the room. 

Retired Dilf!Bruce Wayne who takes up reading and starts a little bit of a self-help journey. He wants to be a better person before it's too late. 

Retired Dilf!Bruce Wayne who still has to do a few things for Wayne Enterprises and his wife likes to surprise him while he's in his home office. This sounds nice but she surprises him completely naked and it ends with her being bent over his mahogany desk. 

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x black reader #bruce wayne x black!reader #bruce wayne x black!batmom #x black!reader #x black reader #black!batmom #black batmom

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Steak n’ Eggs - Helob X Reader

Summary: It’s dinner time~

Tags: Reader has no defined pronouns but is AFAB, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Enthusiastic Consent, Oral Sex, Blowjob, Slight Exhibitionism, Breeding Kink, Impregnation, Pregnancy Kink, Slight Bondage, Multiple Orgasms, Murder, Mentions of Death, Blood, Dark Themes, Aphrodisiac Venom, Mentions of Eating Followers, Technically not cannibalism cause its not your same species

MonstrousVoice A/N: Hello everyone! This fic is a collab between myself and @fanfic-enthusiast for a Helob X Reader smut. Please be mindful of the tags when reading!

FanficEnthusiast A/N: I hope you all enjoy! There are many more collabs planned for the future! <3

Read it on AO3!

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#cult of the lamb #cotl #helob #cotl helob #helob x reader #tw breeding #reader insert #x reader

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yall pls request 😭

another yandere hcs post bc i was bored!!

so sorry if its too long

yandere jock hcs!

yan! jock who is your school's prized quarterback and has never lost a game.

yan! jock who sees you in the crowd at his game and immediately falls in love with you.

yan! jock who talks you the next day during class and asks you to have lunch with him.

yan! jock who invites you to his next game, but is disappointed when you tell him you have plans that day.

yan! jock who performs poorly during practice because all he can think about is you.

yan! jock who notices how his teammates look at you in the halls as you pass by their group and hates the way they stare at you.

yan! jock who starts to slack off during his next game, until he sees you watching him in the crowd.

yan! jock who turns the game around and beats the opposing team to make sure he impresses you!

yan! jock who asks you about your plans you had that day and melts when you tell him you cancelled them to watch him play.

yan! jock who follows you around like a lost puppy after the game.

yan! jock who carries all your stuff, holds doors open for you, and pulls out your chair for you, like a true gentleman.

yan! jock who scares off any competition with his 6'2 muscular frame, and then showers you with attention immediately after.

yan! jock who comes to any of your extracurricular events when he has free-time to support you! he's your biggest cheerleader, literally.

yan! jock who is ecstatic when you ask him out on a date. he doesn't care where you guys go, he'll pay for everything as long as you're with him!!

yan! jock who spaces out when you talk to him and just looks into your eyes with a stupid smile on his face, thinking about how much he loves you.

"h-huh? oh, yeah i was listening! what did you say? uhh.. um... hehe.."

#yandere #male yandere #football jock #yandere imagines #yandere jock #x race neutral reader #x black reader

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RED CHOPSTICKS | Min Yoongi

SUMMARY: Now everytime you see chopsticks, you'll think of him.

RATING: 18+  (i am not a babysitter, you are in control of what you consume.)

PAIRING: Yoongi x reader

BOOK MENTIONS:  | Violence | Cursing | Gangster Yoongi | Thick Reader | Smut | BackShoots | Choking | Blood mention | Ass Slapping | Cigarettes | Chopstick To The Eye | Reader Body Type Is Heavily Mentioned | Readers Skin Is Brown | Small Shooting Threats | I suck at tags help

A/N: All this yoongi content is driving me insane and I'm a greedy whore so I wrote this little thing, please enjoy.

Chopping it up with your friends at a restaurant you found while roaming the streets, it felt like a normal Saturday evening. You dropped your chopsticks in the leftover broth from your ramen, going to wipe your face with a random napkin when the ding of a new customer coming in caught your attention. 

The four men of great beauty and intimidating aura as they followed the lead of the long dark-haired man with pretty pale skin dressed in a blue jacket, hands deep in his pockets as his tongue worked the inside of his mouth. He walked down the aisles until his presence loomed over you and your friends. 

Up close, you could see the long scar going up his cheek ,as his eyes ogled you, then his gaze set on your lone pair of chopsticks.His pink tongue appeared as it ran along his lips. “Using this doll?” 

Blinking at him dumbly, you look down at the utensils. “What do you need them for?” his fingers lift your head up tilted in the direction of the stubby older man seated in the corner furthest from you. 

Brows furrowing, you look up at him, but you are met with nothing but a gummy smirk as he slides the red sticks from your bowl, wiping the excess broth from it with the bottom of his white t-shirt. 

“Thanks doll, I’ll take you out somewhere nicer soon” 

His attention turns to your friend group as he sends a wink, their way standing to his full height lazily walking over to said man. Watching his eyes widen in recognition, the conversion was short and looked heated, ending in the black-haired man shoving chopsticks deep into the older one's eye socket. 

Screams rang out through the establishment while everyone rushed outside as fighting between his men and others began.His laughter was loud as his intense gaze set back onto you. Blood splattered in his cheeks as he pointed at you. 

“Soon.” was all he said as he walked calmly through the chaos up the stairs. 

And find you he did, after weeks of looking over your shoulder in hopes that the man popped up randomly. You thought you were going crazy but the attraction to a cold-blooded murder? Was there? Remembering the way he worked with so much confidence and his face? 

The face of an angel and the actions of a devil. Walking out of your job for a smoke break, you had the bud on your lips as you cursed at your lighter for being dead. “Need a light, dolly?”

You gasp, looking to your left and seeing him, hair flowy and wet jeans ripped, his flower-designed shirt unbuttoned showing his white wife-beater. “It’s you” sounding breathless as he smirked at you with his own cigarette hanging from his lips. 

Realizing you dropped yours, you cursed, “They aren't good for you anyways..” awkwardly laughing as he walked up to you, looming over you with a tilted head as he lit the stick, taking a puff, blowing it at you, causing you to cough.

“Cute.” eyes going over your body, you felt self-concussion, wiping your sweaty palms on your apron.

 “Let's get out of here” he says, this time blowing the smoke to the side. “Like now? I can’t just leave, I have a client coming in an hour.”  you frantically ramble off causing him to hum.

 “You've been waiting for me, haven't you? So let's go now.”

Your face fills with heat, palms turning red and clasping behind your back. “I just can't now, they're looking for a reason to fire me.” 

“Hmm well, I'll just shoot up the place for you when that happens.” Your eyes go wide. 

A hand gripping onto the front of his shirt. “Noo, that's not necessary.”

“I'm joking, doll, live a little”his shoulder-shaking in humor.

 “Hell I'll open a new salon and you'll be in charge or somethin” Giggling, you shake your head, “You’d do that? I don’t even know your name.

“I go by Suga on the streets but you call me Yoongi, you'll be saying it often” a gummy smirk flashed as his eyes fell low and dark. “Oh really now?” 

You come to find out that Yoongi wasn't a man that didn't keep his word as he had you bent over his bed, one of his hands digging deep into your thick and meaty hips while the other pressed into your back, forcing you to keep your back into a deep arch.

His hips snapping into your ass while all you could do is whine and cry his name as his perfectly curved cock slides through your wet gummy walls. “Fuckk baby, gripping me like you love me.” 

Yoongi eyes so deeply fixated on the sight of your creamy brown pussy gripping his pale cock, sucking him in with the lewdest noises. The feeling of him fucking your guts becomes too much as you wiggle your way off some dick so you can breathe properly, but Mr.Min wasn't having none of it. 

“Dont fucking run, momma”. He smacked your ass, then his arm snaked under you to pull you up to his chest, spreading your thick brown thighs wider, feeling him deep in your stomach. 

 “Take it all like a good girl” ringed fingers gripping your neck, lips capturing yours. You squeal his name when you come, liquid coating both of your lower bodies. He groaned into your mouth, his other hand coming to your full breast squeezing tightly as his hips slowed and  stuttered from your vise grip on his dick. 

“Shit” he hissed, using all his willpower not to cum inside you as he pulled out comin on your pussy instead, he held you there for a second, breathing heavily together the pressed a kiss on your hickey-covered neck. 

When he loosened his grip on you, you fell forward and a tired whine left you as yoongi stood behind you and smacked your sore ass with a chuckle. Wiping you and himself down, he laid beside you with one arm wrapped around you while he held a cigarette in his other hand as you pressed your naked body on his side.

“Yoon” he smiled a bit at the nickname,humming,

“How come you got away with the chopstick thing?” 

“My brothers a cop” makes sense.

#yandere yoongi #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yandere x black reader #x black reader

[chocolate-milk-fanfics]

New Year New Me Us

Summary: your new year's resolution is to be done with your toxic ex, how long did it last?

Gojo Satoru x Black Reader PLOT + SMUT

“I don't want to keep doing this with you Satoru… we're done.” you managed out through hiccups. tears were streaming down your face from another pointless argument that started after your boyfriend came home from work. it became a constant and you finally reached your limit.

“...” Gojo bit back his tongue not wanting to say anything else that could hurt your feelings. but that ended up being the wrong idea. he watched in silence as you packed up your things.

you had a suitcase packed for a while now ready to leave but you couldn't do it. you and Gojo were high school sweethearts and he was your first everything. he was your first boyfriend, your first kiss, your first time, you met his parents and vice versa. so you didn't want to give up on him through a few hiccups. but it was too much now.

your friends, having witnessed the relationship from the beginning, watched how you slowly started hanging out with them less. your excuses went from “being out with your boyfriend" to “Toru says it's dangerous” to “Toru said it's too late” and lastly to “Toru said no.”

it was a shame seeing how you used to gush about the things Gojo has done and bought, to you not wanting his name to be mentioned during the few times you all got together so you could have a break from his draining antics.

with the New Year’s coming up at the end of the month they finally managed to convince you to dump him. you planned to participate in the new year tradition of eating twelve grapes under a table to hopefully invite a new love into your life, something healthy.

“bye Toru,” you didn’t look back once you reached the door. you had already steeled your resolve. you two were done for good. you heard him kiss his teeth behind you but he stayed quiet, burning holes into your back. he just followed you around the shared house that you were leaving to him since he was the one who bought it. you were going to stay at a friend's house till you got back on your feet.

“we're not done,” Gojo mumbled under his breath. you had already walked out the door so you didn’t hear him. he knew he wasn't acting as the best boyfriend right now but it was because everything was acting as a stressor in his life. and you were the only thing able to keep his piece.

but your friends were getting to your head and it pissed him off. always trying to take you out to parties and clubs. you were a good girl with a boyfriend at home so there was no point. that didn't stop him from attending though. your friends sent you pictures and videos of him at the same places he didn't want you going. 

when you brought it up he claimed that it was for business. since he's been in these places and as the owner of a few he knows the vibes and energy, “it's just single women dressing like sluts and horny men.” no place for his perfect housewife, although you were still his girlfriend by name. 

yet that’s exactly where Gojo had met you. it was at a mutual friend's house party and you were the one who came up to him. you had a huge crush on him back then, everyone did, he was a senior and you were a junior. after a few coolers and hushed whispers, your friends convinced you to go up to him. 

you stumbled over to him with your hips swaying to the music. he was in the corner standing up against the wall by himself nursing a red solo cup. once you were close enough his head snapped towards you, making you all flustered. he shot you a small smile wondering what a cutie like you was doing here. when you got back to your friends you were flaunting his number.

he was far from being done with you but for now, he was going to give you some space to clear your head.

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the different scents of musk, weed, vape, cologne and perfume both overwhelmed you and gave you a sense of comfort. it's been so long since you've been out with your girls, this was going to be a great way to bring in the new year. the music was vibrating through your body and the dark lights made way for a great ambiance. 

Gojo hadn’t left your mind since you broke up but he was at the forefront either. although you missed him at times and craved his presence you knew it was for the best. but tonight you had forgotten about him completely.

tonight you were dressed to impress. you adorned a honey blonde wig with big bouncy curls and a black satin jumpsuit that exposed part of your chest. you couldn't wear a bra with it so you wore some pasties to prevent a nip slip.

to avoid drama and actually spend some time together you and your gals had pre-booked a booth. as well as a table so you could participate in the new year tradition to bring in love as your friend snuck in some grapes. the alcoholic taste of casamigos burned your throat as you all took shot after shot. feeling your body and brain slowly begin to numb. 

it was a blur how you all got to the dance floor but bodies were rubbing and bumping against each other. you were whining, shaking ass, popping and locking and even threw some legwork into the mix. you and your girls were having the time of your life without the presence of any men, except for the occasional guy who came up behind one of y'all.

Gojo watched you with a frown face as you had fun in his establishment. you knew he owned a few clubs but he never told you the names not wanting you to stop by. little did you think you would waltz right in. it was the new club that was making a name for itself around the city that your friends decided on.

Gojo knew you were going to be out partying with your girls on the new year so he told his men to be on the lookout. once the bouncer let y'all in he alerted Gojo of your whereabouts. Gojo had pictures of you plastered all around his office, it would've been hard for his men not to notice you. 

anger coursed through his body watching as you let men come up and dance behind you. this was the exact reason he didn't want you coming to these kinds of places. though you rejected every advance to take it further it still had him seething. in his eyes you were still taken.

he took deep breaths to calm himself. if he wanted to win you over he was going to have to play nice. Geto, his best friend and right-hand man, gave him some advice, if he wanted to win you back he was going to have to show some growth. so that meant not snapping at every little thing.

and he was trying, it was so hard watching as you bounced around the club with your tits spilling out of your one-piece. how could you not feel the breeze? but he knew if he went down to the floor, picked you up in front of all your friends and took you home so he could fuck you until all you remember was his name you would be pissed. 

but it was hard. he was stone-cold sober so he could have a clear head when you two talked. anytime he came down to his clubs he was always high, he couldn't stand being around these types of people. most of the time he left it to Geto but when he had to present he was fried out of his mind.

“man fuck this shit,” Gojo's last straw was watching you giggle when another man slapped your ass when you bent over to twerk. he stormed out of his booth and towards you. the crowd parted at the sight of a 6 '4 pissed off heavily tattooed man storming through.

you oblivious to his presence kept on. “it’s the speaker knockerz,” the throwback song blared on the speakers, of course you had to show out.

“e-excuse me!” before you could get into the song a strong grip found your arm. you stumbled as it dragged you out of the crowd. your eyes trailed the body, the hand was attached to see who it was ready to scream at them. ice rushed through your veins upon seeing a familiar tattoo, you only knew one man with red lips tattooed to his neck with your signature underneath. “Toru…”

he didn't say anything but his grip on you loosened. you wanted to pull your arm out of his grip and head back to your friends but your heart panged at the sight of your ex-boyfriend. the clock projected behind the DJ's booth read 11:20. you should have time to sort this mess and say your goodbyes before the new year, right?

deciding to give him his last chance of the year you followed him to the back of the club and into the elevator. his hold on your arm hesitantly slipped down to your hand where he held his breath. he was testing the waters to see how you would react.

you did not pay it any mind, too busy collecting your thoughts. how did Gojo find you? you had a month of no contact and had him blocked and removed from every social you had. he didn't follow any of your friends so how did he know where you were?

the silence left you time to realize where you were, this place was one of his clubs. you sighed in embarrassment. you've heard him on the phone talking about closing a deal on a new place but you didn’t connect the dots. Gojo kept you in the dark about his line of work, not wanting you to get involved.

DING! the elevator reached the top floor and Gojo exited first with you slowly following behind, scoping out the place. he led the way to a door where two men dressed in uniform stood taller than him. “Sir.” they greeted him before turning to you, “Ma'am.”

“I don't care if the building is going up in flames, do. not. interrupt us,” Gojo spat out. they just nodded and opened the door. you raised your carefully threaded brows in shock. Gojo gestured for you to enter first which you did, uncertain to where this would lead.

you looked around the vast room stunned, it had a luxurious interior design. there were pictures of you and Gojo decorating the room. it was a lot but not enough to the point it was worrying but romantic. it's been a month since you last saw each other so he should have taken them down by now. but he didn't.

the room was thick with tension, no one wanted to make the first move. you, afraid to be on the receiving end of his anger and him, not wanting to say the wrong thing. 

“...princess, can you please look at me?” there he goes with that sweet nickname that made your knees feel like they were melting. when he used his charm he was irresistible to you. you loved it when he was sweet, it's how he wooed you in the first place.

but it no longer affected you, you've been focusing on yourself this past month. so no way were you going to let him back in with a few sugar-coated words. that's what you believed until you turned around and your resolve quickly depleted.

Gojo stood with his regular hunch in his back but he still managed to tower over you. he was wearing leather pants and a short-sleeve button-up that showed off his arm tattoos and gave a glimpse of the one on his chest, with a single chain decorating his neck. his hair was tousled back with a few strands falling out in the front. he looked really good, but you weren’t going to fold.

“Satoru…” a gasp caught in your throat when you looked up to see his bright blue eyes. they were swollen with eye bags underneath, a tell that he hadn’t been able to get enough sleep. god knows when the last time you two had slept separately before the breakup, always snuggled close. he hadn't had a proper sleep since you left.

“I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend as of late and I truly did not mean to take it out on you but c’mon you see how your friends get in these types of places.” Gojo exasperated, gesturing to the door. you frowned, if this was his attempt at reconciling with you he was going about it the wrong way. “you're better than this.”

“from what I remember I'm single and in your club so I'm just as bad as those girls you see,” this time it was Gojo who was frowning. his club was such a nice place with good music and food, there were lots of security and friendly female bartenders who made you feel safe. it was such a shame he wanted to keep you from it.

“you know that's not what I meant…” he shook his head looking down at your revealing outfit. suddenly uncomfortable in your outfit you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“so what did you mean?” the both of you stood in silence. he bit his tongue to hold back from saying something slick. you took his silence for the nonchalance he liked to flaunt. you sighed at the realization that he hadn’t changed in the time you were apart. there was no point in wasting any more time with him.

you moved to walk past him. “where are you going?” he asked, moving to block your path. you rolled your eyes at his advance.

“to be a whore-”

“don’t be like that, you know shit-” you could see how hard Gojo was racking his brain to find the right answers. your heart swelled a little, maybe he did have a change of heart. “you know how I struggle to find the right words.” 

Gojo was right, in this relationship, he always used his actions to show you just have much he cherished you acts of service and gifting giving being his main love language. he would go out of his way to open every door for you, he loved indulging you in your stuffie obsessions, buying ones he thought you would think were cute, a few even having his voice in them, and he pays for everything, clothes, nails, hair and makeup. 

when you fall asleep in his car after a late night drive he would pick you up and bring you to the room without waking you and complete your skincare so you wouldn’t wake up with pimples. he would surprise you with gifts after you completed strenuous tasks. and his exquisitely planned date nights he went all out for every Friday night. 

he took your stillness as you contemplated his previous actions as a chance, “give me consent,” you looked at him in surprise as if he had just shot you. he wanted to fuck? that’s how he planned to apologize to you? “give me consent and I’ll show you just how much I love you.”

“no.” you bluntly stated, visibly upset. after all these years this was how he viewed you, an object of sexual desire. you held yourself as you shivered at the thought, it made you feel disgusting. this was not how you wanted to start your 2024.

“I promise you you won’t regret it,” he picked up your chin so you could look him in the eye. you could tell he was serious about it, his eyes glazed over. but there was so much yearning in his eyes as he looked at you. “just say our safeword and I’ll stop, no hard feelings.”

butterflies you didn’t know you were holding erupted in your stomach at his gesture. you felt like your high school self again. getting all nervous when he would rest his hands on your thigh while he drove. 

“...ok, one last time...” you couldn’t help but already break your new year resolution and give in to his charming antics. and it wasn’t the alcohol clouding your judgment, that was just the effect Gojo had on you. whether it was a good or bad thing.

you found yourself pressed against his wooden desk with his hands wrapped around the sides of your neck pushing himself closer to you. your lips were captured in a passionate open-mouthed kiss. you moaned deeply into his mouth feeling him slurp and pull on your tongue. each caress sent waves of tingles to your neglected pussy.

his hands gently roamed your body, down your neck to grope at your breasts before they found a place at the curve of your hips. Gojo felt you rutting against the leg he placed between the both of yours. temporarily breaking the kiss he rested his forehead against yours to watch you get off on his thigh. he couldn’t feel you through the thick leather material of his pants but he knew you were wet. 

the way you move your hips against him was sinful. you had the motion of water pushing and pulling of water at the beach. the material of your jumpsuit was so thin the roughness of Gojo’s pants was enough to stimulate your clit. he grew hard just looking at you.

returning to your lips he could taste all the liquor you consumed throughout the night mixing with the fruity taste of your lip gloss. he devoured your lips this time, nipping at them as he swallowed your moans. when you struggled to keep up with his kisses stopped. 

he peppered kisses down your neck relving in the way you were so responsive and sensitive to his touch. you went from having constant sex to being celibate for a month, so you were definitely feeling it. 

“Toru…” you whined. you didn't have time for all of this. you wanted to get back to your friends before the countdown. not to mention you were going to have to clean up.

“I know baby, but lemme take my time with you,” once his kisses reached your chest he pulled back. he slipped the satin off your shoulder exposing your perky breasts that sat nicely without the help of a bra. “I didn't get to tell you earlier but you looked gorgeous today.”

the honest look in his eyes told you he was speaking the truth and not just wanting to get into your pants. it had you feeling all mushy inside. “thank you,” you shyly muttered.

he peeled off the pasties covering your nipples and dropped them on the floor fully exposing your brown tits and dark brown nipples. he quickly busied himself sucking on one while he fondled the other. he soon switched sides not wanting to neglect the other.

you were so uncomfortably wet. you could feel how your thong stuck to your cunt, your wetness seeping through your jumpsuit and dampening Gojo's pants. you arched into his mouth desperate for more.

“yea, I hear you,” Gojo stood up shifting his dick in his jeans. the tightness of his pants was insufferable but his focus was on you right now. he had to make sure you knew how he felt. 

he unbuttoned his shirt with haste not wanting to be apart from you for too long, revealing his cut abs and carefully trimmed happy tail. you took the chance to remove the rest of your jumpsuit and heels as well. clothes were strewn across the room without a second thought. 

he licked a long stripe from the middle of your chest and up your throat before finding his lips against yours. how he missed this, how he missed you. he picked you up and placed you on the desk, your bare pussy leaking onto the wood.

“need you now,” you whined, breaking away from the kiss. you looked into his blue eyes with your dark brown ones, both dilated but his were more noticeable. he hissed seeing your swollen lips and already fucked out face.

“I gotta stretch you out baby,” Gojo was big and thick. it was always a bit painful when you tried to take him without it claiming you were a big girl. but the stretch was so delicious, it had your nails scraping against his back. “haven't taken my dick in a while.”

he picked one of your legs and held it up by the back of your knee so he could have easier access. he collected the wetness seeping from your pussy and spread it all around your lips. coating you in your own fluids. “stop teasing me Toru,” you were so whiny tonight.

you let out a pleased moan when he finally slipped one of his fingers into your tight hole. he smiled down at where his fingers disappeared into your dark folds watching as you bucked your hips wanting more. when he tried inserting the second one it struggled to get past your ring of muscles. 

“relax,” he whispered. his warm breath fanned your face only inches away from your lips. your tightness proved to him that you hadn't seen anyone during your little break and he revelled in it. it meant he didn't have to pay anyone a little visit after.

“ok” panted out. you had to will yourself to relax, the little bit of stimulation was already overwhelming. you hadn't been able to even touch yourself in the month you were single out of respect for your roommate. so when he added another finger you lost it, feeling them nudge at your insides. when you started to clench around his fingers he knew you were ready. to your disappointment, he pulled out.

“oh hush” Gojo heard you whimper, he was going to give you what you really wanted. he unbuckled his belt and let out a sigh of relief. he felt like he was going to burst, his tight pants were cutting off the circulation of his dick. when he pulled out his dick it was flushed an angry red. he smeared your wetness on his tip, jerking himself a little. 

this time he laid you flat on his desk knocking off the paper and items he had on it with no care in the world, both of your legs rested on his shoulders. his ice-blue eyes were fixed upon your beautiful self, there was no way he could lose you. you were flawless in his eyes.

from your natural hair that he loved when you rocked to your brightly coloured and styled wigs. your aesthetic that seemed to be ever-changing from Y2K to coquette to bohemian to baddie to alt when you felt like it. the way you never failed to take his breath away with or without makeup. your body that looked amazing no matter what you wore and how it fit so perfectly against him.

but nothing made his day more than when he would come home from a stressful day and be greeted by your pearly white smile. someday it would be the smell of your home-cooked meals that greeted him first followed by you in a little apron only in your underwear claiming it gets too hot when you cook and he could feel the tension melt from his body.

“mhm,” you both moaned at the same time. Gojo intertwined his fingers with yours beside your head at the same time he pushed the tip of his dick into your stretched hole. you were so wet that he slid in with ease. his dick spreading the inside of your pussy as he pushed deeper into you feeling your wet warmth suffocating wrap around him.

“missed this, missed you Toru,” you blabbed, already drunk off his cock. Gojo was giving it to you slowly and deeply, he was making love to you. his hips were moving at a tamed pace making sure his tip kissed your sweet spot at the end of every thrust. he wanted to make sure he was consuming all five of your senses. and that he was all you knew leaving you no room to question his desire for you.

“yea?” Gojo was trying so hard to maintain his composure but he was about to go crazy. how could you try and keep this from him? try and leave him? Gojo maintained eye contact with you watching as you grew shy under the sheer intensity of his gaze. “gonna be my sweet little housewife again? let me put a ring on it so you won’t be able to leave me so easily.” 

“mhm,” you closed your eyes, a soft moan leaving your mouth. you heard his first question clearly but you didn’t want to give him the answer to avoid ruining the mood. you felt your orgasm slowly approach, there was that growing feeling in your lower stomach that had you grinding up against him. “I’m close Toru,”

Gojo frowned at how you so blatantly ignored his confession. he kept up his pace watching the in-between of your brows crease as you focused on the building sensation. your moans switched over to mewls as you drew closer. but he felt a pang in his heart, the anger from earlier begun to simmer under his skin again.

“you gonna cum for me, darling?” Gojo already knew the answer. he could feel the way your soaking cunt pulsated around him. you could only nod overwhelmed, your eyes were still screwed shut. it pissed him off how you were getting off on him while he was suffering. he roughly grabbed your chin and forced it up. “and look at me when you do.” 

“oh god,” you lost it at the command, barely able to open your eyes as it hit you like a truck. you cried out, feeling the building sensation burst. he let out a groan feeling your juices gush around his dick. 

“it’s not god princess, it’s me.” you could tell Gojo was angry now. he always snapped at the littlest of things when he was. his last straw was when you squeezed your eyes closed again, shaking from pleasure. you just weren’t listening tonight and it pissed him off to no end. Gojo didn’t say anything else as he turned you around, you were now stomach flat on his desk while your ass hung off.

“wait Satoru! what time is it?” you attempted to get up from his desk in a panic but his strong palm kept you down. what about the new year and your friends? he pushed his tongue against to cheek, you were trying to leave him again.

“oh, so you get to cum and I don’t and when you want answers you get them, is that right? you know that’s not how things work around here princess.” Gojo tried to keep his voice smooth but after years of knowing him, you could hear how he strained. “it’s my turn now so keep still.”

Gojo didn’t give you a chance to talk back, he inserted his slick-coated dick back into your gaping hole. there was no resistance this time allowing him to bottom about almost immediately. a gasp was forced out of your mouth with how rough he was being. you should have been used to it but you weren’t. 

“you don’t love me anymore?” his eyes darkened at the thought. no way in hell was he ever going to let you leave him. you were his little sunshine,  he wouldn’t know what to do with himself without you. he grabbed the front of your neck pulling you back into his chest so he could whisper in your ear, “you must’ve found someone else if you can’t even look at me anymore.”

“I didn’t,” you whined out. this new angle allowed him to reach deeper. you struggled on your tippy toes to maintain it while his cock plunged deep into your cervix, bullying it. tears began to well in your eyes, “Toru, it hurts.” 

“so say it then. say our safeword and I’ll stop,” this was Gojo’s attempt at provoking you. he knew it hurt, with the way your hips jerked after every hit. but he knew that you were feeling good. your moans were high-pitched and caught in your throat and your pussy was oozing more liquid than usual, it was running down both of your thighs.

you bite your lip. your safeword was at the tip of your tongue. if you said it you knew Gojo would stop no matter how angry he was. then maybe you could go back down to the club and ring in the new year with your girls. but you couldn’t.

your head dropped against his shoulder as you let out loud cries. if the guards didn’t hear you before they must be able to hear you know. the wooden desk rattled under you at the force of his thrusts. the ceiling of his office was nothing more than a blur at this point, your tears stuck to your lashes and clouded your vision.

“so why are you trying to leave me, pretty girl?” Gojo wiped the tears that were running down your cheeks. acting all nice and sweet as if he isn't bullying your cunt as he speaks. he relished in the way you were becoming putty in his hands.

“I already told yo-” he cut you off delivering an unexpected strike against your g-spot. “Toru!”

“told me what?” he was acting dense. while he kept his tattooed hand around your throat the other picked up your leg so he could change the angle of his thrust at will. he was alternating between hitting your cervix and g-spot. 

“oh fuck” you cried out. you felt your climax approaching at an alarming rate. you weren’t going to last much longer at this rate. the one leg you still had on the floor shook as you struggled to keep your balance and from pleasure. “I’m close.”

“what were you saying before?” Gojo purposely slowed down his thrust to draw out your whines, missing both of your spots with his shallow thrusts. you were going to be his again by the end of the night.

“nothing!!” you cried out pathetically. you reached out behind you to grab his back for some balance. but you still shook pathetically feeling as though you were about to burst. Gojo felt his balls swell at the sight of you all fucked out from him. 

“so we’re back together again?” Gojo asked already knowing the answer. he fucked you dumb, turning you into his little doll who said yes when he asked. it was so cute when you got like this. you hated orgasm denial so he used it as a punishment when you weren’t listening. you would do anything to cum. “you’re gonna let me put a ring on your finger, have you be my real wife?”

“yes! whatever you want!” you babbled. Gojo immediately picked up the pace, your sopping cunt was so wet that his dick was just gliding in and out of you. it was the end after that, your climax hit you harder than the last time, your toes curling in. your eyes focused on a dark spot on the ceiling as you let it all out, soaking Gojo’s dick. you could barely hold yourself up, “I’m cuming Toru!”

“Shit, me too princess” it didn’t take much for Gojo to cum after you. with the way your warm pussy wrapped around him and the liquid that trickled down his dick he couldn’t help but release inside of you. stuffing your insides with his thick load of hot cum.

after you both calmed down after your intense orgasms he set you down on his desk. he checked the time on his wristwatch seeing that it was now way past midnight, “happy new year, my love. may we see many more.”

#x black reader #black reader smut #black y/n #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x black reader #gojo satoru x black!reader #yandere gojo

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Oh. My. God. Your bagel is bag.

OKA Y UHWMBELWBWKFVKDVFJ I LOVE LINK.

Anywayssssss I just thought of like BOTW link, before the calamity. AND I HAVE A CERTAIN SCENARIO IN MIND 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

Imagine him and his other soldier buddies seeing you, and his soldier buddies being able to tell that he’s a total simp for you . . . AAAAKWHEKLQKWLEKE

Anyways yeah I thought of this while making churros 💪

Oh and also, yk that whenever I send like scenarios and ideas in here you don’t have to see them as requests, you can also just see them as me sharing my beautiful thoughts. 🤭🤭🤭

PS: AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE LINK SIDHWKEVLQOQPEJF

Okay, I love the idea that Link is pussy whipped the moment he sets eyes on Y/N. But I want to merge this with an idea I had. Single mother Y/N! This is also gonna turn smutty, I can’t resist.

Warnings: Smut•

BOTW!Link x milf!Y/N

[Link is in his late 20s and Y/N is 25]

Link stared off at a woman walking by the knights he patrolled with. He always had a staring issue with her. Her body moved in a hypnotising way. A wicker basket dangled from her elbow as tiny hands grasped at the fruit she carried within. Her hair flicked wildly in the wind. He knew he shouldn’t look, but her downhill strides caused her heavy bosoms to bounce, his hands flexing at his sides craving to feel their weight.

One of the knights elbowed him in the side, getting his attention.

“Ha?” he muttered.

The knight just smirked and looked past Link to where he was once staring. He whistled and the woman turned and smiled at them. She waved her dainty little hand, oh how soft it looked. Maybe one day he could have that hand intertwined in his own. Kiss the blushed knuckles while sliding a ring onto her finger. That same delicate hand later wrapped around and pumping his-

“Link! She's coming over~” The knight teased, nudging his side.

Link’s eyes widened as he shuffled to hide his... friend, in his trousers with his shield. He couldn't be exposed to her like that yet, it was so indecent. The woman swayed her way over, hips dancing left and right. A dizzying tango catching the breath in his throat as he struggled to swallow his anxieties.

“Hello boys! Good afternoon.”

“Afternoon Miss Y/N! Where are the little scamps?” One of the knights asked.

She giggled, covering her soft, plump lips with her hand as she did. Two kids wormed past her skirt, one crawling through her legs to get through. The small children ran forth and grabbed Link’s tunic with a toothy grin.

“Mr Link, Mr Link! Momma, can we give him the stuff?” The little boy asked, excitedly hoping up and down.

“Hm, I think I have it in my basket,” Y/N rooted through her basket, pulling out an orange loaf of bread. “Here you go.”

The girl grabbed the loaf and giddy held it out to Link. He took it, looking at Y/N, blushing and confused.

“I wanted to thank you for helping b/n and g/n out a few days ago. You saved them from those Chuchus in the forest, so I made you some of my special pumpkin bread.”

Link smiled and took a bite out of the loaf, drooling at the smell alone. The taste was decadent and sweet. He chewed the bread eagerly, quickly going in for a second bite moments later. Y/N chuckled and grabbed his forearm.

“Calm down dear, eat slowly. I don't want you choking,” She smiled and rubbed his shoulder, his face going red as she lent closer, taking a small bite out of the bread he held. “It's not your job to choke, Linky~”

His face flushed bright red as his words caught in his throat. Y/N smiled as she watched the other knights walk away, talking to some civilians. Her tongue traced her lips as she dragged her finger down his arm before pulling it back and nudging his shield to the side. His eyes widened and he gulped, her finger dragging down his chest, resting where his trousers started.

“Y/N...”

“So you can speak Linky! Your voice is so nice,” she smiled. “Are you alright? Am I being too forward? Your friends here told me that you liked me, maybe they assumed wrong.”

She went to pull her hand away but he gripped her wrist tightly, his arm shaking from the panicked motion. He panted while looking at her and she stepped closer, sliding her hand into his trousers. Her finger played with the waistband of his boxers before he pulled her closer with her free hand.

“Please, don't tease me. I can't wait any longer.”

“Oh you're adorable, I'm surprised you've lasted this long. I have been playing with you for a while.”

“What?”

“You haven't noticed? Always giving you “spare” pastries. Unbuttoning my blouse saying it's hot to give you a peek?” Y/N raised a brow leaning closer, pressing her breasts against his chest.

Link bit his lip as Y/N’s other hand tucked a white cloth into his shirt as her other pulled his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring up against his navel. She circled the tip with her finger, smiling innocently at him as the creamy precum coated her finger. He lent further into her touch, biting his lip as the bread dropped from his grip. His shield and bread rest on the ground beside him as they fumbled back against a wall, tall crates hiding them from public view.

Link’s hands grasped her waist as she began pumping his cock in her hand. One of his hands hungrily dove past the waistband of her long skirt and into her underwear. She gasped as his finger prodded at her hole and she stilled her teasing pumps.

“Ah, Link.” She sighed in pleasure.

“Y/N, I can't let you please me and not give you the same treatment. Come on darling, where did that confidence go?” link smirked, flipping the two around so Y/N was pinned to the wall.

He forced his middle finger past her slick folds and onto her tight hole. She whimpered and let her head fall back and rest on the all. Her hand continued pumping on his cock. The tip was red and angry, dribbling precum over her hand. He groaned against her neck as he continued to pump and curl his fingers inside her delicate walls. She moaned loudly as her tongue lulled out of her mouth and he bucked his hips into her fist.

“Link!” She squealed, gushing onto his fingers.

He sank his teeth into her neck as she let out a strangled moan. His body caged her in as he continued fucking his cock into her fist, his cum decorating her skirt in white ribbons. Their heavy pants dance in unison as her arm falls limp against her side. Link’s dick goes limp as he pulls his fingers out of her pussy. He goes to wipe his hands off on his shirt but she grabbed his wrist and shook her head.

“What's wrong?” Link asked with a concerned face.

Y/N just whined and forced Link's hand towards his lips, pushing his fingers into his mouth. He let out a confused noise but gulped as he watched her slide her cum covered fingers into her mouth. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth as he watched her clean her fingers of his cum. He mimicked her, licking her slick from his fingers. They pulled apart and fixed their clothes as quickly as they could.

While fumbling with her buttons, Y/N stepped on the dropped bread. She gasped and stumbled slightly before chuckling.

“Oh no, I guess I’ll have to make you some more bread. Maybe you can stop by later?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.

He grinned and pulled her in for a sweet, passionate kiss. His hands rub her sides as she giggles into the kiss, still fixing her clothes. As they part, she uses her basket to hide the white, sticky stains on her skirt. He rushes to fix his collar, pulling the fabric she had tucked into it in the heat of the moment. She gives him and his knight friends a shy wave as she rushes away with her twins excitedly telling her about how cool the knights were.

“What do you have there Link?” One of them asks. “You two were talking for a while...”

Link just stares silently at the lacy bra she had slipped him without him noticing. He bit his lip to hide his excitement before shoving it down his shirt to hide it and turning to the others.

“Oh, we just spoke about her kids... I'm going to give her more...” he growled, watching her hips sway as she left.

“What?”

“Oh nothing, don't worry.” He smiled to himself.

There you go, dude! Hope you enjoyed the sin, my little bagel bite. @rainstops

#legend of zelda botw #legend of zelda tears of the kingdom #legend of zelda breath of the wild #yandere x reader #link x reader #x race neutral reader

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DON'T

synopsis: Nanami Kento, your ''work husband'' thinks you've finally started seeing somebody which would supposedly deter his role in your life, was he more than just a fuck here and there? warnings: p in v , creampie , rough sex a/n: i haven't even watched out jjk so sorry if i write the characters a little bit off

" Then I said 'No way, Kiyoshi. I would never even put that in my mouth, then he slaps it on my face and it gets like all over my face and in my mouth too. It was disgusting." you sum up your weekend trip of going to the amusement park with your family, talking about the infamous incident of the corndog with the green nacho cheese sauce, a tale spread widely amongst your co-workers of Jujustu High.

Gojo laughs hysterically, hitting your shoulder to express himself more. "Okay, okay." you chirp along, "Sounds interesting." Nanami spoke, you flinch, not expecting his deep, husky voice to rung amongst the group of people you were with. "Hey, when did you get here?" you question, taking a sip of your coffee through the reusable, plastic lid.

"Just recently, hope I'm not missing out in all the fun." he murmured unenthusiastically. "Nope, I have another part to my story." you mention, "Ooh tell, tell." Gojo encouraged like a child, "Right, so me and Kiyoshi went on this ride, ah- I forgot the name, but it spun me around so much times, I almost had to vomit and right after I came off, I puked all over my new shirt, it was disgusting and I think I stained my shirt too." you babbled with Gojo, earning another loud laugh from the white-haired man.

Words started spinning in Nanami's head as he stood between you and Gojo, pondering to himself, 'Who is Kiyoshi?', he tried recalling you ever mentioning a Kiyoshi, but there was no ring of recollection. Of course, he could simply ask who was Kiyoshi, however he didn't know what reaction he'd have to what you would say.

Keeping the act of being unbothered, he calmy asked, "Who's Kiyoshi?" he enquired as he vehemently pushed down any sort of emotion imbued in his voice, both Gojo and you turned to look at him, face blank as you registered his question.

"Oh. He's my-", "Sensei!!" Itadori's voice rung, interrupting you mid-sentence, you turned your head to see the boy at the doorframe, waving at you enthusiatically, you quickly walked over to him upon noticing his excitement, leaving both Gojo and Nanami in the presence of eachother.

Gojo turned to Nanami, "I think he's her boyfriend." Gojo stated while scratching his head, "Anyways, bye bye." Gojo waved before joining you and Itadori, leaving Nanami standing with a tense, straight face. He sighed unwittingly, balling his hand into a fist before releasing them slowly as he looked at you, your plump, lustre lips moving as you spoke frantically to both Itadori and Gojo.

Nanami noticed Gojo grab Itadori's shoulder, ushering him away from you, plausibly engaging him in some sort of activity or mission to build his strength, you waved at the two of them before turning to Nanami, you walk over to him, with the intention of getting your handbag that you placed on the sidetable next to your cup of coffee.

"You didn't tell me you got yourself a boyfriend." Nanami gnarled. "Hm, what do you mean?" you question, grabbing your bagstrap, "Playing dumb now?" he mused, grabbing your wrist, pinning it down onto the table. "W-What are you talking about?" you fretted, "What about me? Hm, what am I gonna do when I'm horny?" he muttered into your ear, standing in front of you now, using each of his hands to pin yours onto the table behind you, trapping you in front of him.

You gasp, the room noticeable silent after he spoke, you looked down before looking up at him again, "What are you saying?" you catechize, releasing his grip from both of your wrists, the moves his hand to the curve of your ass, grabbing at the curve of your plump, clothed ass. "Nanami, not here, we can't, not in a classroom." you asserted, "The classroom is empty." Nanami remarked as his hands traveled lower, one hand stayed on your ass as one ventured lower, pulling up your skirt shamelessly using his index and middle finger, he manouvered the pads of his fingers over the fabric of your panties which covered your pussy.

Rubbing a line, teasing your clit through the fabric of your panties, Nanami felt the cloth dampen, smirking lightly as he continued to play with your pussy through the cloth. "Turn around for me." he instructed, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, biting your lower lip as you felt your heart rate increase, "Lock the door." you spout before turning around like he said, you pressed your hands down into the wooden table in front of you, legs almost trembling in anticipation as you hear the door click.

Nanami positioned himself behind you, lining the tent in his pants to where your ass bowed, you felt him behind you, holding onto your hips as he alligned himself, he brought his face towards your shoulder, you twisted your head to look at him, lips meeting as he kissed your reddened lips, down to your neck, stopping at your collarbone. "Mine." he groaned, unbuckling his belt, you hear the zipper come down as his enormous, girthy cock sprung free.

You felt the tip hit your ass as he held his cock in his palms, stroking himself slowly before lifting your skirt, using his thumb to massage your clit through the wet-stained fabric of your panties, " Arch your back for me." he instructed to which you complied, feeling a rush of pleasure run up your spine when he positioned his thumb lower. Using his index finger, he slid your panties to the side, you felt the head of his cock around the rim of your pussy, making your chest tighten as your pussy oozed with juices, only aiding him in slipping it in.

It was only half-way in, you gasped while placing your hand on his tense lower stomach, feeling his tight abs through his shirt, slamming his entire length into your drenching pussy, he stared off with slow thrusts, getting your pussy standardized to the wideness and lengthiness of his flushed pink-colored cock.

"Oh fuck." you moaned when he fucked you slowly, dipping his cock out of you as he slowly pushed himself back in, watching how your ass pressed against his hip when he shoved himself deeper into you. "Please." you whined, in one swift motion, he used his hand to wrap your hair around his palms, tugging at your hair before increasing his speed.

Your back arching as he fucked into you at a godly pace, skin slapping against his as you moan loudly, attempting to speak, "S-slow down.'' you whine, "Be quiet." he groaned as he used his free hand to grab onto your waist as he dug his cock as deep as it could reach into your cushiony walls before drawing it out, leaving the tip standing inside alone before he rushed his cock into you oncemore.

Your hands trembled as you held onto the table, your knees growing weak with every thrust, he pounded into you so greedily and ruthlessly, your needy drenched pussy was continously being stuffed by his wide cock as he tugged at your hair, groaning upon hearing you squeal at the sudden quickness of his hips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." you curse out, arms growing weak, "How's your boyfriend gonna like it when his girl's screaming around my cock, hm?" he taunted as his fingers dug into the skin of your waist, "Tell me." he grunted as he paced in and out of your dripping pussy, your mixed juices of arousal dripping down your thighs, "Can anybody fuck you like I do?" he questions, "Hm?" he hums, "No!" you whimper as your pussy quivers around his cock.

Removing his hand from your waist, his fingers travelled down to your clit where he rubbed at your nerves while simultaneously ramming into your weeping pussy, "Say my name." he commands, slamming into you as you slur your words.

"Fuck, Kento!" you bawl as your knees tremble, you feel a sudden tautness in your lower stomach, you groan as your walls clench around his cock, "Oh fuck! I- ah." you manage to squirm as you feel the tightness in your lower stomach fade out, covering his dick with your cream.

Keeping his dick inside of your plushy walls, he pressed himself against your back, letting go of your hair, "Stay with me, baby." he muttered before thrusting in and out of your weary pussy as you bite your lower lip, "'m gonna come inside you." he groans, using both hands to grab onto your sides as he plunges his cock deeply into you, painting your walls white as you feel him fill your insides, his cum runs down your thighs and down to your ankle.

He pants as he releases his grip from your waist, slowly drawing his cock from your ladened pussy, he pulls your panties to cover what it intended to, as he pulls you from your arched position, pulling up his zipper, followed by buckling his belt.

You turn around to face him, face sweaty, lips plump and in a pinkish color, "Leave your boyfriend." Nanami instructs, you sigh, as a method of catching your breath, "I don't have a boyfriend." you iterate, "You can change that though." you throw out there before grabbing at his crotch, he smirked playfully before getting a napkin for you to clean yourself.

#nanami kento #kento nanami #jjk nanami #jjk x reader #nanami x reader #nanami smut #x race neutral reader

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Annoying your baby daddy by taking FaceTime pictures of him 🤪

Babydaddy!eren: girl…if I see that notification one more time

Y/n: come ooooonn Rennie you’re cuttteee

Eren: make me hang up on you

Y/n: *snaps another one*

Eren: you know what I’m on the way *eds call*

Y/n: shit….

More eren content will be dropping today. Should we fluff it or smut it?

#x black reader #eren yeager x reader #baby daddy eren

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“I Want That Hoe, She A Freak Hoe”

♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡ The Gang Wants To Fuck Shion’s Slut of a girlfriend

Pairings ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡ : Kantou Manji Gang x Bimbo! Fem reader

Warnings ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡: Smut, exhibition, voyeurism, gangbang, spitting in mouth and other areas, chubby reader hints, doggy style, mating press, fucking in vehicles and other places, alternative Timeskip where kmg is two years in, unprotected and protected sex involved, cheater reader, double penetration, tit job, rough fucking, passionate fucking, breeding, small daddy kink on Koko’s part, Shion is a himbo to your Bimbo,overall nasty shit really

Word Count ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡: 3.0k

18+ Allowed

( so mad I can’t put my taglist opportunity no more so if you want to join to say it and it’s my first HC too so heads up!)

jjK Version Aot Version

⋆.ೃ࿔* Shion: Before the meeting, on the table

“ Is it- Mmgh fuck- okay to be doing this in here? Shion we could get caught.”, You moaned as you held him around the neck tightly while rocking your hips back and forth. His long pale fingers were digging into the plush of your ass under the fabric of your skirt you gladly wore for him, he hissed when you squeezed around his cock, “ Yeah, baby, I promise. It’s only you and me here at the headquarters to-aah do that againnn- day.”

He couldn’t even finish the sentence because you were bouncing your ass up and down while sucking on his long tattooed neck. You spoke too soon when someone clears their throat, “ Gotta say Shion, I always knew she was gorgeous, why don’t you share her with me? With us? Hmm.”

You froze but it didn’t last for long because of shion twirling his hips while digging into you like a caveman who haven’t had pussy in forever. His moans were louder now and you knew he was close so you milked him in the best way possible. You couldn’t stop fucking him as you yanked on his mullet. You didn’t care who was watching and who heard you.

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x black!reader #tokyo revengers smut #rindou smut #mikey smut #kakucho smut #bonten smut #sanzu smut #x black reader #x black bimbo reader #x bimbo reader

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New Hire Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Mob!Ari Levinson x Naive!Omega!Reader

Summary: After escaping your demanding, violent father, you get your first job nannying for Ari Levinson.

Warnings: Manipulation, Mob AU, Obsessive behavior, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Ari, Dubcon, Darkfic, Breeding, Smut, MINORS DNI, Dead dove: Do not eat

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7. seven

Drabbles:

Waiting Game — You are hired for your new position. 

The Itch — Your mate goes into rut. 

#chris evans characters #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #alpha!ari levinson x omega!reader #boxofbonesfic #new hire masterlist #mob!au #x black reader

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Runaway Bride spoilers

Ok so I’m planning my next chapters for runaway bride right? (spoilers)

For context I’m a neurodivergent college student and when I get distracted during class I either space out, draw or write stuff. One day during class I was spacing and wrote future chapters for RNB and just look at this...

“I choked her and then unloaded a clip into her. through her body and one of the factories and set it on fire after removing the bullets.” Tommy said with little to no emotion as he recalled the memory of killing his mistress. breathing became hard as you listen to his confession. why? why was he telling you this? Grace was unrelated to you, just another woman in love with the wrong man.” I won't cheat again. I'm sorry.” Tommy said suddenly, as if he didn't just admit to murder.” I love you. and I won't let you go; not again not ever.”

“ I don't love you. not anymore.” you said in a soft voice “ I won't go with you. I'm happy here and you have a son of your own now.”

“ that can change.” Tommy said as if it was nothing and your heart broke. how can the man you love not only cheat on you and then kill his mistress but is now is offering to kill his bastard child? was Tommy always this type of person or did you just choose not to see all of his red flags? “ I'll kill whoever I need to to get you back son or no son. boyfriend or no boyfriend.”

Bro what was I on??? The way I gasped when I read this...

Taglist:

@mysticalfairytales @iwanttohitmyself @exo-kai15 @iikximii @dang-shawty-okay @warrior-of-justice

#runaway bride #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x black reader

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Nimona

I’m currently 4minutes and 12 seconds into the Nimona movie and I’m already planning to write a Ballister/Ambrosius abo fanfic 😭😭😭😭😭😭like i wanted to read one but there is none on tumblr or ao3 so i got no choice but to write it

#nimona

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Runaway Bride 3

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Content: The reader is the daughter of Jeremiah Jesus that was previously married to Tommy Shelby. But after finding out her husband cheated on her she decides to leave him in the middle of the night. Taking his heart and his unborn daughter with her.

Not beta read

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As you continued to breastfeed Amaramias, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment. Despite the challenges you had faced in your relationship with Tommy, your daughter brought you immense joy and reminded you of the love and beauty in your life.

As Amaramias suckled, you gently caressed her soft hair and admired her delicate features. The bond between a mother and her child was something truly special, and you cherished every moment spent with her. The love you felt for your daughter was unconditional, and you were determined to provide her with the best possible life.

While Tommy's actions had hurt you deeply, you had found strength within yourself to move forward and focus on being the best mother you could be. Your daughter was a symbol of hope and resilience, a reminder that love could triumph over pain. In that quiet moment, as Amaramias nursed and the world outside faded away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the blessing of motherhood. Your daughter was a precious gift, and you vowed to protect and cherish her with all your heart.

As you continued to nurse Amaramias, you whispered soft words of love and reassurance to her, letting her know that she was safe, loved, and cherished. A soft hum vibrated in your mouth as you hummed a tune familiar to you. One that your own mother would hum daily. As lost in your own world you were you did not miss the sound of knocking on your front door. Gently lifting the infant you rose to your feet and grabbed a baby blanket to cover her and yourself.

Balancing Amaramias in one arm, you carefully draped the blanket over her to shield her from any drafts as you made your way toward the front door. The knocking persisted, growing louder with each passing moment, indicating an urgency that piqued your curiosity and concern.

As you approached the door, you peered through the peephole, trying to catch a glimpse of who might be on the other side. However, the view was obscured, leaving you with more questions than answers. With caution, you unlocked the door and opened it slightly, keeping the chain lock in place as a safety measure.

"Yes? Can I help you?" you asked, your voice gentle but tinged with a hint of caution. Standing before you was a short elderly woman, shaking from the cold outside. You recognized her somewhat as the one whose been seen a lot around town, seeming lost.

"Are you alright?" you asked with genuine concern, noticing the elderly woman's shivering form. "Please do come inside, it's freezing out there."

You closed the door anthem removed the chain and opened the door wider gesturing for her to step in. Once she was inside, you closed the door, making sure to lock it securely. You led her to the living room where there was a warm fireplace, offering her a seat on the couch. You didn't quite trust this old woman, but your parents raised you better than to let someone asking for help suffer. The old lady looked around as she held herself tightly “What a cozy little home you have.”

You offered a polite smile to her as you looked down at Ama, who was still feeding. "Here, let me get you a blanket, I have a baby so it will take a moment," you said, rushing to fetch a soft throw blanket from the nearby cupboard. Returning to the living room, you gently draped it over her shoulders.

“Thank you, darling.” She replied in a soft voice as she got more comfortable. “I’m sorry to trouble you so late at night young mother. I got lost and something drew me to this home. As if saying I would be safe here.”

As you looked closer at the older woman you could see that despite her worn-down appearance she seems quite well-groomed and well off. “I’m so sorry to hear that you’ve lost your way. Can I get you something warm? Tea? Maybe coffee?”

“Tea would be lovely, thank you," she replied with a small smile. You nodded and returned the smile before heading to the kitchen. As you started up your kettle Ama unlatched and began to fuss slightly. You removed the baby blanket and fixed your nightgown so your breast was away and then softly hushed your daughter as you pat her back. You comforted Amaramias, patting her back gently to soothe her fussiness, all the while keeping an eye on the kettle as it heated up. Once she settled down, you carefully placed her in a nearby crib, making sure she was safe and secure.

Returning to the kitchen, you prepared a cup of tea for the older woman, letting the warm water steep with the tea leaves. As you waited, you couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about the stranger in your home. Her presence was unexpected, and there was something intriguing yet mysterious about her.

Once the tea was ready, you poured it into a delicate teacup and carried it back to the living room. Handing it to the woman, you took a seat across from her, ready to listen to her story.

As she sipped the tea, her gaze wandered around the room, lingering on the photographs and the small trinkets that adorned the shelves. After a moment of silence, she looked at you, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and sadness.

"I don't expect you to understand, young mother," she began, her voice gentle but tinged with a hint of melancholy. "But I've been on a long journey, both physically and metaphorically. I've lost much along the way, and my memory has become fragmented." You didn't say anything, only nodded to show you were listening and understood. “I have a husband who treats me well. Loves me to this very day, and 4 wonderful kids. Our youngest ran away from home after we refused to let her date a.. A commoner.”

The woman seem embarrassed as she mentioned the background of the man. “Now that we’ve been without her so long I can’t help but wish we were more understanding. She really loved that man and that man didn’t even know of her status, so we knew he wasn't using her. But we were stubborn and lost our child in the process.”

There was a pause before she continued once more. “I miss her every day, we all do, and to get away from my guilt I go on walks to clear my mind. However, this time I went on a walk despite not being in our regular home and got lost. As I wandered around I saw you and your daughter in the market and you looked so much like my own. I ended up losing sight of you and got even more lost. As it got darker I decided to swallow my pride and ask around for help, but door after door was slammed in my face. Just when I was about to give up I felt this tug, and I followed it here.”

Listening to the woman's story, you could feel the depth of her pain and regret. The complexity of family dynamics and the consequences of their actions weighed heavily on her. Your heart went out to her, understanding the profound loss and the longing to reunite with her estranged daughter.

"I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you," you said, your voice filled with empathy. "Losing a loved one, especially a child, is a tremendous burden to bear. It's clear that you deeply regret the choices that led to this separation."

The woman nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes, the weight of my regret is overwhelming. I've spent countless nights wishing I could turn back time, to be more understanding and accepting. But it seems I'm destined to carry this guilt with me."

She took a deep breath, her hands clutching the teacup tightly. "I came to realize that life is too short to let pride and stubbornness separate us from the ones we love. I want to find my daughter, to apologize and make amends. I want to rebuild what was lost and cherish the time we have left together."

“Maybe I could help. What’s her name? How old is she now?” You looked at the older woman with a sense of determination in your eyes, if something like this were to happen to you you would want a stranger to help.

The woman smiled warmly, touched by your willingness to assist. "Her name is Zelda, but she prefers to go by Liz. She's in her late forties now. It's been so long since I last saw her, and I can only hope she's doing well."

Your heart skipped a beat as you processed the information. Zelda, or Liz, was your mother's name. But maybe this was just a coincidence, standing to your feet you walked to the family portrait you treasured on the other side of the living room. You held it in your hands for a moment before walking back to the older woman. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence but my mother’s name is Zelda as well and is 47.”

You handed the elderly woman the picture frame where your family and Tommy’s stood together. It was from your wedding day. Even though Tommy broke your heart, the picture still meant a lot to you. Your mother stood next to you with such warmth and love in her eye as she and your father embraced you.

The older woman took the picture frame with trembling hands, her eyes locked on the image of your mother. Tears welled up in her eyes as she studied the photograph, comparing the face of the young woman in the picture to the memories she held deep within her heart.

"It's her," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "My dear Zelda, my daughter."

You could feel the weight of the moment, the convergence of past and present, the reunion of a long-lost mother and daughter. Emotions swirled within you – joy, sadness, hope, and a deep sense of connection to this woman who was your grandmother.

"I can't believe we've found each other after all these years," she said, her voice choked with tears. Finally, she couldn't hold then in anymore and began crying as she held the picture for dear life as if once it was gone so would be the chance to connect with her daughter. "I've missed so much time with her, and I regret every day I spent apart from her. My baby.. Oh my baby I miss you so much. We all miss you so much. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive your foolish mother."

Her sobs racked through her body as she clung to the frame. You couldn't help but worry she might harm herself with how hard she was crying. The sight of your new grandmother in such distress tore at your heart. You quickly moved to her side, gently taking the picture frame from her hands and setting it aside. Wrapping your arms around her, you held her close, offering comfort and reassurance. As a mother yourself you could imagine all the emotions she was going through. The relief, regret, guilt, happiness and so much more were probably crashing into her in full force. She clung to you, finding solace in your embrace. Her sobs gradually subsided as she allowed herself to be comforted. You stayed with her, offering a supportive presence, until she regained some composure.

"It's just…the weight of all those years without her," she managed to say between deep breaths. "The guilt, the longing…it became overwhelming in that moment. I’m so happy and yet ashamed. I wasn't there! If I was there I could’ve-”

“The worst poison you could give your mind is what ifs. What happened happened, we can’t change the past. But now you have the chance to tell her all that yourself.” You said softly as you bit your lip. This woman was your grandmother and the last thing you wanted to do was reveal yourself to your family. But this wasn't about you. It was strange for you. Being both sides of the coin at the same time. You understood the pain of feeling you failed your child. You feel like you failed Amaramias by not letting her have a connection with her family. But at the same time, you were the daughter that was doing what she felt was best for herself. So you did the right thing.

“Finish your tea… I’ll…. I’ll call my mother.”

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