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fear-is-truth · 16 hours

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THERE’S NOTHING MORE DANGEROUS THAN A HUMILIATED JEALOUS MAN

jealousy headcanons─ kai anderson x gn!reader

WARNINGS: nsfw. mdni!! toxic relationship, degradation, manipulation, mentions of sex

when you're out together, Kai becomes possessive and jealous at the slightest hint of attention you get from others. if someone so much as glances in your direction, he accuses you of leading them on or being flirtatious. Kai also gaslights you to make you feel guilty for the actions of others, then demands you to prove your undying loyalty to him.

sometimes, during cult meetings, he pulls you onto his lap, a blatant display of ownership and control. as you settle onto him, you can feel the bulge of his crotch rub against your ass, the possessiveness in his touch as he pinches your thigh, the aggression in his voice sending a clear message to everyone present that you belong to him.

Kai leaves his mark on you with strategically placed hickeys, a physical manifestation of his possessiveness. his lips trail along your skin, leaving a trail of bruises in the most obvious places, a deliberate reminder to anyone who sees them that you belong to him.

whenever another cult member dares to engage with you for too long or watches you with lingering interest, Kai's body language becomes tense, his jaw clench and nostrils flare with barely concealed rage and jealousy.

his grip tightens around your hips as he presses you against the wall, lips crashing against yours in a sloppy yet possessive kiss. his arms form a cage around you, trapping you effectively. rage and lust war in his eyes as he pants heavily, hot breath tickling your skin as he pulls you closer, hips grinding into yours. “who the fuck does he think he is, laying eyes on you like that?” he growls, voice low and tinged with jealousy as he peppers a trail of angry kisses along your jawline. you try to protest, but he grabs you roughly by the back of your neck and shoves his tongue down your throat, reveling in the little sounds you make

on cult missions, Kai deliberately avoids pairing you up with Winter, fearing any potential romantic connection between the two of you. he’s paranoid about losing control over you and his sister. that’s why you always end up being paired with Harrison or Samuels.

he obsessively monitors your social media activity, scrutinising every post, like, and comment. to maintain further surveillance, he goes as far as creating fake accounts to stalk you online, ensuring he's always aware of your interactions and movements.

during “pinky power”, Kai uses the guise of honesty pry into your past relationships and sexual exploits, gathering information that he can use to his benefit. he makes mental notes on your preferences, all while subtly comparing himself to your past partners.

driven by his competitive nature and jealousy, Kai is fixated on being the best fuck you’ve ever had. every time you two have sex, he strives to outperform your past lovers. he studies your reactions, using his knowledge to give you mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasms designed to addict you to him completely.

he belittles you all the time, calling you an “useless cumslut” or “incompetent bitch” making you feel inadequate and insecure. with every mistake, he reminds you that you're replaceable, instilling a constant fear of disappointing him and falling short of his expectations.

despite his harsh treatment to you, Kai strategically dangles fleeting moments of affection that keeps you hooked. he holds you in his arms and calls you his “little lamb”, sometimes even allowing you to run your fingers through his hair. in these rare moments, he knows exactly how to keep you wrapped around his finger, making you feel cherished and special. forming an emotional bond that makes it hard for you to leave him.

in the end, Kai is a toxic, controlling, misogynistic edgelord. he’s obsessed with revolution and world domination. he’s the last person you’d want to be in a relationship with. but remember the time he slapped Meadow for “wasting his time”? if you truly are nothing but a worthless, replaceable fucktoy like he claims you to be, then why would he even bother giving you the time of day, let alone dedicating hours to obsess over you?

the answer is simple: he loves you.

a/n: sorry this sucks. literally wrote this in 30 minutes

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whatimdoing-here · 1 year

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Kids normally take showers now, but small fry has strep and flu both so when he asked for a bath I was like whatever you want kid. But nothing like a bath to really show you how long and skinny your kid is and you definitely have two KIDS and now babies, toddlers, preschoolers... Those stages are gone never to come back.

#and it's one thing to worry about fucking them up as babies (did i hold you too much should i have let you be more independent)#and toddlers (they both fell down at least half a flight of stairs made them both cry with an outburst once)#and preschoolers (i swear to zweet JESUS IF YOU DO NOT STOP WHINING never actually came out of my mouth but it came close)#but kids... i for sure am too tough on t dude and probably not hard enough on small fry and i worry I haven't taught them enough about #being kind and loving to everyone while also standing up for others and needing to get consent from people #and like stand up for what you believe but be careful what enemies you make because god knows if that person has a gun #like thinking about all of it its impossible to do all of it #and watching them make mistakes is hard seeing them disappointed is hard #should i have intervened did i just cause a fork in the road that will make life infinitely harder?#wow this escalated quickly #i had a great childhood my parents are amazing but not without issue but i don't fault them at all #the current problems I'm facing in my brain are all mine and nothing they did #but what if... i fuck up my kids #I would not trade these two for anything they mean absolutely everything to me #and I know why i wanted more #but it is not for the feint of heart and i will never fault anyone for not wanting to have kids #just like I would hope people don't fault me for choosing to have kids #anyway #sorry about this #personal nonsense

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dollwrites · 1 year

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𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 — 𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!consort!reader, pillow humping, voyeurism, overstim, dub con for like a minute, fingering, forced orgasm, degradation, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ consensual by landon tewers

“Again.”

you suck in a breath through your teeth, and stifle your own sound of incredulousness— another one? gripping the pillow in both hands and digging your knees in, straddling the fluff, you grind your bare core into it. you’d already soaked through, and your body was quivering, thighs wanting to push the pillow from between them and snap closed. you’d already cum so many times. “Are you sure?” you whisper, breathless, and roll your hips slow to ease back into the stimulation. leaning back, you put your naked figure on display for him to watch as you squirm. your eyelids are heavy, but your eyes flicker to him. “You don’t want me to do anything for you?”

Obanai was perched on a chair in the darkened corner, shadows dancing over his partially concealed features, but his eyes twinkle as he watches you. you couldn’t even be sure he was enjoying the show you were working hard to put on— he hadn’t shifted once, and his draping sleeves didn’t shift as if he were palming some secret erection. he was just staring. silently. and when you’d cum, you’d moan his name, roll your eyes and arch your back, and his only response would be one word. “Again.” he hadn’t even bothered to touch you, keeping his distance since he’d first crept inside.

“I’ll do anything for you,” you purr, batting your lashes, hoping that you could escape this looping orgasm hell by getting him off, instead. “Use my hands? They’re very soft.” you bite your lip, humming soft when your throbbing clit rubs against the damp fabric, “I could suck your cock. Make you cum with a single flick of my tong—“

“No.”

your lips purse, but you didn’t want to look too disappointed. Obanai hadn’t been one to visit you, not like the others did, and you started to feel like maybe he didn’t like you. that’s why you’d been overwhelmed with excitement to see his form darken the doorway of your bedroom, but an hour later and all he’s done was stare, seemingly unblinking, from the shadows as you fucked a pillow.

“Nothing?” you shift, trying to rub yourself slower, limit the amount of friction. “You can have me however you want, you know.” truth be told, you wanted to hold back from another climax, unsure if your body could handle another. you couldn’t force yourself through another one, but he was glaring at you.

“You’re stalling.” he mutters. “I said I want you to cum again.”

you grip the pillow tighter, rocking your hips a little faster, but still careening to avoid the rasping of your sensitive clit into the plush. “I… I’ve cum three times already.” you counter. you’d given up trying to hide how careful you were being. “I don’t know if I can—“

he stood up.

he stood up and your breath caught in your throat. your hips stutter, because he’s across the room in the blink of an eye, standing before you, and you’re suddenly speechless. regardless of his stature, Obanai was intimidating. his gaze was impossible to read, and he was so damn quiet. you hadn’t had a chance to spend any kind of time to get to know what he liked or what he disliked, but you could tell by the chilled glare he was giving you now that he didn’t like being talked back to.

“I— I’m sorry…” you whisper. you had no idea what he was capable of. you were suddenly nervous to be alone in this dark, quiet room with him.

would he hurt you?

your heart was pounding against your rib cage so violently it hurt, and you were certain he heard it, too. without a word, his arm outstretches, stuffing his hand between the pillow and your sex. you yelp in surprise when he cups it. his touch isn’t as rough as some of the others, and his slender fingers seek your clit, gliding over it like twin serpents until your eyes are rolling back and you’re writhing in his palm. “O—Obanai—“

“If you won’t give me another willingly,” he murmurs, his other hand clamping down on your chin and angling your face up towards him. your lids flutter, lips slack, “I’ll take it from you.” his eyes are zeroed in on you as his first two fingers, now slick, hook inside, and his thumb presses hard on your button. you moan, thighs trembling and clamping against his forearm, “You’re going to let me rip it out of you. And however many I want after that. If I want to see you cum again and again, so you’re too exhausted to do a thing but lay there and take it by the time the sun comes up, you’ll just have to endure it. I can have you how I want, isn’t that what you said?”

you nod, obedient, with one hand grasping his wrist. you didn’t try to pry it from your cunt, not that you thought that you could if you wanted to, but the grip was keeping you grounded. “Yes…” you groan, all your nerves screaming as your stomach knots up, “fuck, yes…”

those lithe digits spread inside you, stretching against your fervent clenching, and you dig your nails into his wrist. “That’s how I want you.” his voice is husky and heavy with lust, and for the first time tonight you can hear it. his other thumb runs over your bottom lip, and you’re all too quick to take it into your mouth, grazing it with your teeth, forcing your eyes back open to look up at him, though you were wincing as you teeter on the edge of the most powerful climax thus far. he doesn’t pull it from you, or push it deeper into your mouth, instead allowing you to use it as you pleased, as he did with your core. “So sensitive you can’t even keep your eyes open, shaking and needy and positively pathetic. Cumming as many times as I decide.” you nod, again, vision blurry as he pumps his fingers knuckle deep. it felt like he was tickling the knots that were bunching up inside you, teasing them to force an unraveling.

“T—take it, then,” you beg, words slurred as you nibble on his thumb, “It’s yours… please, please!”

it certainly wasn’t your proudest moment, crying out for him as you tremble and come utterly undone, eyes rolled back and tongue lazing out to taste his digit. your walls clench his fingers, spasming so erratically that you weren’t even sure if he’d be able to withdraw them until the waves of convulsions stopped. you aren’t even able to stay sitting upright, and collapse forward, slumping with your face buried in his midsection. your other hand grips his clothes, babbling your slurred gratitude.

Obanai doesn’t move back to avoid your clinging, nor does he slow down— driving his fingers home at the same pace and forcing you to ride out the euphoria until you’re wrecked with aftershocks and panting.

you’ve no doubt drooled over his uniform when he finally pries his thumb from between your teeth and pushes you back. you sit back on your bum, the absence of his fingers leaving your weeping core feeling sickeningly empty. “Open your mouth.” you do so without so much as opening your eyes, and you taste yourself when he shoves his fingers inside. “Are you too sensitive to give me another?”

you nod, sucking each digit clean. thank goodness, you thought. he’s going to give you a break. maybe you impressed him.

“Good. Lie on your back and spread your legs,” he orders and your stomach does a flip realizing that he’s nowhere near done with you, “I want to fuck another one out of your tender cunt.”

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barcalover86 · 4 months

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Hey!! Could you do something about reader and gavi watching the barça matches at home? I think it would be so funny to watch a match with him, he’d yell at the screen all the time like if they could listen to him hahaha and specially now that barça is not on their greatest days i feel he’d get so pissed, poor boy

Game night

"When will the game start?" you asked while being in a big hurry.

You were waiting for the popcorn to be done while you were also making some orange juice, knowing that Pablo loves it.

"5-6 minutes." he replied.

Your hands were starting to hurt. Making your own juice wasn't easy and it took about 8 oranges so that it could be enough for you.

Or that is what you thought.

After all your hard work, it wasn't enough, and you had no oranges left now.

Gavi still had to take care of his diet, not being allowed to eat or drink sugar.

You sighed sadly, pouring the liquid into a bigger glass.

After some shouts that came from your boyfriend's mouth telling you that the game began, the popcorn was finally ready.

Thank God it was enough for both of you.

When you were done, you took the food, the water, and the juice, and immediately came to the living room, already seeing Gavi up with his hands on his head.

"What happened??" you asked confused while putting everything on the table.

"Not even 2 minutes since the game started, and they already scored a goal!"

You looked at the TV just to be shocked by how fast the other team scored.

"That's tought."

Gavi groaned in annoyance, sad that he couldn't be on the field to help his team when they needed him the most.

When he looked at the table, he had a sweet pout on his face.

"That's why it took you so long?" his tone was soft, being sad that he is unavailable for some months and that you have to take care of him.

"I'm sorry, I tried to hurry up-"

"No, I should be the one to apologise here, love. You are my girl and I should take care of you.." he interrupted you.

"You take care of me, Pablo. But right now, it's my turn, so shut up, and let's watch this game, okay?"

He smiled at you and kissed your lips shortly, but sweet.

The game was really stressful and Gavi just couldn't stay in place.

He would walk around the room, making all kinds of faces when Barca was missing or losing the ball.

When half the game ended, he tiredly hugged you, telling you how hard it is to watch his favourite football team lose.

"I just want to be on the field, y/n."

"I know, but you have to recover so that you can go there and help them win. Until there, your support is enough, love."

"Enough? They can't even pass the ball cause they lose it!"

You laughed at how his eyebrows were moving, making his face funnier.

You kissed his forehead, hugging him tighter.

The game continued and Barca wasn't getting better than the other half.

Gavi was like a couch at home, yelling at everyone for their mistakes. You were also disappointed that the team wasn't doing much and you couldn't figure it out why they are so bad .

Of course, Pablo had a big impact on the team, but De Jong and Pedri were back.

After what seemed like hours, at 89', Cancelo finally scored a goal, making it 1-1.

Still disappointing, especially since they weren't playing with a big team, but 1 point rather than 0 was a bit better.

You looked at your boyfriend who was stressing out.

"Maybe they can win. It'll be just luck at how bad they played today, anyway."

But they didn't.

Right after the players went to the locker room, Gavi took his phone and started to text everyone on the team.

You were laughing, looking at how serious he was.

He groaned before kissing you, and drinking the water that was on the table, leaving the orange juice just for you.

Oh and how angry he was when the players were taking interviews after.

"Only excuses" he rolled his eyes, making you chuckle.

Oh, how you love this boy.

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alcoholfreenayeon · 2 months

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can you do co worker Irene x fem reader,where Irene secretly has a crush on reader and she waits every time for her.But this day readers ex didnt stop calling reader and ended up waiting for her at work so Irene went to reader and acted like her gf.Later Irene took reader to her home and they made out ,THENN READERS EX CALLED AGAIN.irene told her to answer the call and while they were talking reader couldn't stop moaning (English isn't my first language sorry)

A/N: Well….as I wrote this, I realized it was not so much smut but more fluff that’s a bit suggestive so this will be a bit disappointing for all of you who voted for this expecting smut😭(but also horny jail for you all🚔) anyways, this is probably the last request I’m doing before I finish the Angst April fics unless I get a random burst of creativity.

Stupid Cupid

Irene x fem!reader

CW: Fluff, suggestive

Your phone started ringing, once again, right on time, your ex calling you exactly 5 minutes after your lunch break starts so you have no excuse to not pick up other than that you don’t want to talk.

You sigh and pick up, knowing the calls will continue to come if you don’t pick up. “Hello….”

As you talk with your ex, telling her the same thing you have been for the past month, you are seemingly unaware of an annoyed stare in your direction, albeit from afar. Irene watches you, an exasperated look on her face. ‘The audacity of that stupid woman to keep calling her y/n’, she thought to herself. ‘Well…not her y/n….yet’. She really wanted to walk over, snatch the phone out of your hand, tell your ex to fuck off, block her and then kiss you. But alas, she couldn’t do that. And that annoyed her even more. Regardless, she was about to get on with her work when her ears perked up at something you said.

“What! What do you mean you are on your way here? I don’t want to see you. I already sa-. No, we don’t need to give it another tr-…..fine, whatever”, you sigh and put down your phone, rolling your eyes in irritation, unsure of what will happen next when you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn and find that it’s Irene, your coworker. Supposedly she’s the scary one but she’s been nothing but sweet to you so you have always chalked it down to her just being more prompt and serious than the rest.

“I, ahem, I did the….”, Irene begins but trails off when you take the sheets of paper from her, your hands lingering on hers for a second. You smile at her and you could have sworn she blushed. “……I couldn’t help it but I overheard you on the phone…”, she says hesitantly.

“Ugh..yea..my ex…it’s just a mess”, you start, “and yeah I know I can just block or her not answer or whatever but like…I think she won’t let up as long as she thinks she can win me back…”

Irene listened to you, a concerned look on her face, a slight frown forming on her face before her expression softened again. “Y/n….maybe…”, she hesitates, you see her cheeks flushing, “you should tell her you are seeing someone else…or something”, she quickly added at the end.

You sigh, “I wish it was that easy, she’ll keep on pressing me even then, who is it, how do they look, why them etc etc. Thanks for the suggestion though”.

Irene stayed quiet, a bit stumped. That’s when you hear a shout, “Y/N there you are!”. And you see your ex walk up and you sigh. This was not going to be pretty….

She walks right up to you and you can’t deny it, she does look really pretty, “Y/n…”, she smiles, “look I’m sorry for being so pushy lately…but I really think we are making a mistake. Like it’s been a little while now and it’s been difficult for me and you said it’s been hard for you too so why don’t we just make out-up, oops”, she giggled.

Irene couldn’t believe what she was hearing, no way Y/N would fall for this trap right? Like it was so blatantly obvious.

You stayed silent…yes she was not completely wrong, you had been feeling a bit lonely lately and you did miss intimacy but you had been focusing on your job lately and that made it much easier, like for some reason you didn’t feel like working was such a burden anymore. But did you really want to start over once again?

As you considered your options, your ex took a step closer, smiling, her hands reaching for your cheek.

That’s when Irene suddenly stood up, a determined expression on her face as she got in between you two. “Stop. And leave. She doesn’t want you. How many times does she have to tell you before you understand huh?”, she says calmly but also coldly.

Your ex seems taken aback for a moment before she chuckles, “Who even are yo-”

“I’m her girlfriend.”, Irene says defiantly.

Now your ex looks stunned. She gives Irene a once over, a frown forming on her face and she faces you back again, “Y/N? What is she….”

You look at Irene and then your ex and make up your mind, “Yea, it’s true….”.

“You both are lying, there’s no way, I don’t believe-”, she begins again but is cut off.

“Believe what you want but that’s the truth. And none of your business anymore anyway so just go away”, Irene snaps.

Dumbstruck, your ex just stares at Irene who grabs your hand takes you back to your desk, as soon she’s out of sight, you notice Irene is completely red faced and she lets go of your hand slowly, reluctantly…and then glances at you, unsure of what of say when you hug her, “Thanks for that, you shouldn’t have…now she’ll be after you too…”

“I don’t think I should worry about that too much”, Irene replies, seemingly unbothered.

“No…I mean like…I’m pretty sure she’s gonna be at the parking lot when you leave, watching us to see whether we were lying or not…”, you sigh.

“Oh”, Irene says quietly as she realizes what you mean, “I…I guess maybe we just…just pretend abitlongerthenright?”

“Huh…oh..oh!”, you are a bit surprised Irene is still willing to continue with this facade, “S-sure…I guess that works…maybe it’ll put her off for good? But…what do we do?”

“……maybe….you come with me…you know instead of taking the bus…just pretend I’m dropping you home or something?”, Irene says quietly.

You consider it for moment before nodding in agreement and that was the plan.

Hours later as you get in the passenger seat of Irene’s car, you notice through the side mirror that a familiar car was in the distance, observing. You sigh and point it out to Irene who says nothing and begins to drive in silence.

A couple minutes in, you notice that your ex is still following and you once again tell Irene who suggests maybe you both go to her house for a bit so the ex doesn’t bother you and has no choice but to believe you both are dating.

20 minutes later, you are sitting awkwardly in Irene’s living room while she gets some snacks. You both eat a few biscuits and then Irene suddenly becomes really quiet, she looks at you and takes a deep breath, “Y/N…..I have something to tell you…”

You look at her, perplexed and tilt your head, “what is it?”, however as you say it, you suddenly become very conscious of her hand on top of yours, the way she is looking at you right now, how you yourself look at the moment and why suddenly it feels like there’s so much tension between you both.

She hesitates…and hesitates again and then looks away, moving her hand and shifting away looking frustrated, “Nevermind…it’s nothing…my bad”.

“Huh”, you feel surprised and a bit hurt that it seems like Irene isn’t completely comfortable around you, “Come on, just say it, you’ve already said you are my girlfriend”, you say smiling and nudge her, “What could be-”, you falter when you see Irene look back up at you, nervously biting her lip and then suddenly putting both her arms on your shoulders, pushing you back a little and she starts to lean in, as if you kiss you.

Not knowing what to do you just shut your eyes and a moment later you felt her lips on yours. She kissed you and kissed you again and this time you kissed her back and before you even realized you both had begun to make out. A minute later Irene finally pulled back, both of you red faced and breathless, panting, looking at the other.

Irene clenched her fists and suddenly blurted out, “I meant it when I said I want to be your girlfriend”.

You slowly blinked, “what…..”

She sighs in frustration, looking away, blushing, “don’t make me say it again…..”

Unbelievable, was Irene really saying she liked you? What! Did she always like you? Is that why it always seemed she was nicer to you? Did you like her too? You didn’t think so but…at the same time why did it feel so good when she kissed you, why did your heart pound when she said she was your girlfriend….why couldn’t you take your eyes off her when she drove you here…..did….did you like her too? Maybe…enough atleast to be willing to give it a shot with her.

You look at her and she doesn’t meet your eyes but you feel her tense up, waiting for your reply and then this time, you kiss her. Irene gasps but then leans into it, melting into your arms. She then caresses your cheek and begins to take off her jacket, “Y/N…..I want you”

Even though that makes you want you bury your face and squeal, you manage to stay somewhat calm, smirking at her, “what are you waiting for then?”, you say moving back and leaning against the sofa.

As Irene gets on top of you, her eyes full of desire, suddenly your phone starts ringing loudly completely ruining the mood…you both sigh and you pick up….

“Hello….oh it’s you…what now, honestly you are just being really annoying now”, you say, annoyed now that your ex is still calling you. “No, I don-ah!”, you cover your mouth as you almost moaned because Irene just began to kiss your neck. You try to give her a look to stop but shakes her head, “keep talking”, she says smugly while continuing to kiss your neck while her hands begin to undress you.

A few minutes later, you were shivering, almost completely naked, your neck and shoulders full of hickeys and your ex almost crying on the phone as she cuts the call, realizing what was happening.

You take a deep breath and toss your phone away, ready to jump at Irene but she beats you to it, getting on top of you, her hand clamping your mouth shut, “you were so bad right now, couldn’t even be quiet while on the phone…that can’t happen, so I’m going to test you now”, she whispered as her hands began to sink lower and lower, “if you stay quiet….I’ll let you off or else you are going to be edged again and again until I get what I want from you ok?”…….

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bitchiswild · 3 months

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Private Lessons

Sub!GP Kazuha x F! Reader Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: smut, cream-pie, giving head, miss kink?, etc. A/n: I’m sorry I make it sound like y'all cum in 3 seconds😭 Requested

"Once again, starting from the beginning!" Your voice echoed across the dance room. "1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 5 & 6 & 7 & 8-, Stop!" With a swift motion, you raised your hand, bringing the music to a halt and signaling the dancers to freeze.

Your gaze, sharp and focused, swept over the group. "Kazuha, your Grand Adage needs improvement; we aim for perfection here," you asserted, your tone firm.

Kazuha visibly shrank under your scrutiny, offering a meek apology, "Sorry, miss."

"Let's go through it once more, starting from the top. Remember, girls, ballerinas are perfect, so you need to be perfect," you exhorted with a commanding tone, letting out a sigh that carried a sense of expectation.

As the music started afresh, the dancers resumed their positions. "1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 5 & 6 & 7 & 8-," you counted, guiding them through the routine. However, as the sequence progressed, Kazuha faltered, missing a step in her Grand Adage.

"Kazuha, pay attention! You've got to get it right," you exclaimed, your voice holding a mix of frustration and determination. The other dancers watched as you corrected Kazuha, emphasizing the importance of precision in every movement.

Despite your corrections, Kazuha continued to struggle with the Grand Adage. Another misstep caused her to stumble, and you couldn't help but release an exasperated sigh. "Kazuha! We need to perfect this move by next week! Focus!," you urged, your tone carrying a hint of disappointment.

Kazuha, now visibly anxious, stammered an apology, "I-I'm sorry, miss. I'll try harder."

Recognizing her unease, you softened your tone, "Take a deep breath and try again. But remember, you need to get this right." As the class ended, you addressed everyone, "Great effort, everyone! Class dismissed, except for you, Kazuha. I need to talk to you after class."

Alone in the now quiet dance room, Kazuha stood nervously before you. Her eyes darted anxiously as she awaited your feedback.

"You're talented, Kazuha, but you seem a bit nervous out there," you remarked, your tone gentler than before. "Tell me, what's going on? Is something bothering you?"

Kazuha blushed then hesitated before speaking, "I... I'm just scared of messing up. I don't want to disappoint you."

You sighed, realizing the pressure she felt. "It's okay to make mistakes; that's how we learn. But you can't let fear control you. I believe in your potential. Take a deep breath and trust yourself. We'll work on it together."

As you observed Kazuha's nervous demeanor, you decided to take a more hands-on approach to help her overcome her fears. "Let's break it down step by step," you suggested, guiding her through the movements with patience. "Start with the first position and breathe. Remember, it's okay to take your time."

Kazuha blushed as you stood close, her heart racing while you provided gentle guidance. Nodding, she attempted the steps under your watchful eye. Despite the initial struggle, she began to regain some composure with each repetition. You offered words of encouragement, emphasizing the importance of confidence in dance.

After some time, Kazuha's movements became more fluid, and a sense of accomplishment replaced the earlier anxiety. "See, you've got this! Mistakes happen, but it's how we learn from them that matters," you reassured her.

Kazuha found herself in a bit of a daze, mesmerized by the way your body moved during the dance. It stirred something in her skirt. You looked absolutely stunning.

“Kazuha?” you called out, snapping your fingers in front of her face. “Are you okay?” concern evident in your voice.

Snapping out of her trance, she blushed, hastily putting her hand in front of her to hide her incoming hard on. “Y-Yea, T-Thank Y-You, Miss,” she stammered out.

You stared at her intently, your gaze eventually shifting down, noticing her predicament. Your mouth formed an 'oh' shape as you realized what was happening.

Kazuha, realizing where you were looking and began to apologize profusely. “I-I’m so s-sorry, Miss. It's just y-you’re so b-beautiful, a-and t-the w-way y-your b-body m-moves-" she stammered, her words filled with genuine embarrassment.

You chuckled, moving closer to Kazuha until you were by her ear. In a soft whisper, you said, “I'm glad you see me this way.” Your warm breath made Kazuha shudder. She instinctively placed her hand on your waist, drawing you closer, as your arms gently wrapped around her neck.

Caught off guard by your unexpected revelation, Kazuha's nervousness intensified. "W-What do you mean?" she stammered, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

You maintained a teasing smile, "It means," you explained, your voice carrying a hint of amusement, "I have the hots for you too."

As the weight of the confession hung in the air, Kazuha's response was palpable – a shuddered breath and a whimper that betrayed the intensity of the moment. Responding to the unspoken tension, your hand instinctively rose, delicately caressing her face.

"Can I kiss you?" you asked, your gaze meeting hers, your eyes framing the question with a subtle charm. Kazuha whimpered again, her nod indicating consent. Yet, you gently tsked, your voice soft but firm, "I need words, Kazuha." She stammered a nervous agreement, "Y-Yes, miss," prompting a soft hum and understanding smile from you.

You closed the gap, pulling her into a kiss that carried the weight of tension between the two of you. Your hand slowly went down to touch her hard on, causing her to whimper in your mouth, while bucking her hips into your hands.

Your kisses grew more intense. Gently, you guided Kazuha towards the nearest wall, and she willingly pressed into your touch, her breath becoming rapid with anticipation.

"Please," she whimpered against your lips, her desire evident as your hands continued to rub her clothed dick. Pulling back slightly, you met her gaze with a playful smirk.

"Please what, Kazuha?" you teased, your fingers still teasing her aching member.

"Please, miss, touch me," she pleaded, her desperation clear in her voice.

"But I am touching you," you teased back, enjoying the effect you were having on her.

With a desperate whine, Kazuha hastily pulled down her skirt, her member now exposed and throbbing against her stomach, the tip flushed a deep, angry red.

As Kazuha's cock throbbed against her stomach, her breathing ragged with anticipation, you couldn't resist the urge to indulge her desires further. With a devilish grin, you trailed your fingertips along her exposed cock, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from her.

"Please, miss, I need more," she pleaded, her voice trembling with need.

Unable to deny her, you leaned in close, your breath hot against her ear as you whispered, "Tell me exactly what you want, Kazuha."

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire, but she didn't hesitate to voice her desires. "I need your touch, your mouth, anything, please," she whimpered, her hands reaching out to grasp yours and guide them to where she craved them most.

You obliged, your fingers tracing teasing circles around her sensitive flesh, each touch igniting a spark of pleasure within her. Kazuha's moans filled the air as she arched against you.

You knelt down, her member still pulsating in your grasp, eliciting a symphony of moans from her lips. Her dick was hard, ready to explode as she had been waiting for this moment. With a sultry gaze, you met her eyes, maintaining unbroken contact as you traced the path of a prominent vein running from the base of her cock to its red tip with your tongue.

Kazuha's breath hitched as she watched you, anticipation mounting with each flick of your tongue. Your lashes fluttered seductively as you looked up at her. Without hesitation, you enveloped the head of her cock with your mouth, the sensation causing Kazuha's knees to weaken beneath her.

Her moans and whimpers grew louder, the pleasure coursing through her veins as you took her entire cock in your mouth. Your tongue danced skillfully around her, eliciting a chorus of desperate gasps and whimpers from Kazuha's trembling lips.

"F-Fuck, Miss, I'm gonna cum," Kazuha whimpered, her hand reaching out to push your head closer. You continued to shove her member down your throat, moaning as spit dripped down your chin.

Her hips began to stutter as the sensation of her member sliding into the tight confines of your throat overwhelmed her. Her legs trembled with the intensity of pleasure as her member throbbed against your tongue, each deep-throat sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. Kazuha's movements became erratic as she pressed her hips forward, her moans reduced to breathless whimpers as her body convulsed with pleasure. With a shudder, her hips pushed as far as they could, and a primal moan escaped her lips as her balls tightened, signaling her impending orgasm.

You felt her cock grow even harder in your mouth as her warm, salty cum began to shoot out, filling your mouth with each pulsating release. Kazuha's hips bucked uncontrollably as she emptied every last drop of her cum into your waiting mouth, her body trembling with the intensity of her release.

As her body trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm, you tenderly withdrew from her member, relishing the lingering taste of her salty cum on your tongue. Kazuha sank against the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor, her chest heaving with the exertion of her pleasure. Panting heavily, she fixed her gaze on you, a mixture of gratitude and desire swirling in her glazed eyes.

You knelt down beside her, your own breath still ragged from the intensity of the moment. Gently, you reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her flushed face, a tender smile playing on your lips as you took in the sight of her satiated form.

"Are you okay?" you whispered softly, your voice filled with concern and tenderness.

Kazuha nodded, her lips curving into a contented smile as she reached out to intertwine her fingers with yours. "More than okay," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a gentle tug, Kazuha pulled you into her arms, her voice filled with a desperate plea. "I want to make you feel good too, miss," she whimpered, her longing evident as she pressed her body against yours.

Feeling her urgency, you allowed yourself to be guided by her eager hands. Before you knew it, Kazuha had pushed you onto your back on the floor, her movements swift as she deftly removed your skirt and underwear in one fluid motion, exposing your core to her hungry gaze.

With a sense of anticipation, Kazuha's hand reached out to swipe at your slick folds, causing a jolt of pleasure to course through you. You couldn't help but buck your hips into her touch, a guttural groan escaping your lips at the sensation.

"Shit, Kazuha," you moaned, the intensity of her touch sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body.

"Am I making you feel good, miss?" Kazuha asked shyly, her hand never ceasing its tantalizing movements as she slowly slid inside you, making you shudder with pleasure.

"Y-Yes, just like that, Kazuha," you moaned in response, your voice thick with desire as you surrender yourself to the intoxicating pleasure of her touch.

She dipped her head closer to your cunt, her tongue swiping teasingly at your clit while her fingers continued their relentless thrusting inside you. The sensation was electrifying, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

As she began to suck on your clit with increasing fervor, a guttural moan escaped your lips, your hands instinctively flying to grip her head, pulling her closer to you. The combination of her tongue and fingers was driving you wild, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Then, with a knowing touch, Kazuha's fingers found your G-spot, and she intensified her thrusts, hitting just the right spot to send you over the edge. Your body arched in response to her thrusts.

You cried out in ecstasy, your body shaking as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. Kazuha continued her ministrations, her touch gentle yet insistent as she guided you through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

As you lay there, trembling and breathless, Kazuha pulled you into her arms, holding you close, with a slow and deliberate movement, you began to grind your soaking core against her hardening member, eliciting a whimper from Kazuha as the warm friction ignited a new wave of arousal within her. The sensation was electrifying, and you both moaned in anticipation as you felt the delicious pressure building between your bodies.

Lifting your hips, you guided her member to your entrance, the tip dipping slowly into your slick heat. Both you and Kazuha whimpered at the sensation, the anticipation nearly unbearable as you gradually took her entire length inside you.

"M-Miss, Y-you're so tight," Kazuha whimpered, her eyes fixed on your conjoined heat as she watched her thick cock disappear inside you. Her hand tightened around your waist, holding you close as you both became lost in the overwhelming sensation.

“F-Fuck! Kazuha, you're so good to me” You moaned, as you began riding her. “Such a pretty girl, are you my good girl?” You said to her as you gripped her face, forcing her to look at you.

“Y-Yes” She whimpers out, you rolled your hips into the whimpering girl.

"Yes, what?" you questioned her, your tone stern as you bounced on her member harder, eliciting even more whimpering from her.

"Yes, what, Kazuha?" you asked her, your voice filled with anticipation as you continued to move your hips, riding her cock with fervent passion. Each thrust brought you closer to that edge of ecstasy, driving you both crazy.

"Y-Yes, Miss," she cried out in response, her voice filled with need as her dick throbbed intensely inside you, ready to release its load.

She spilled thick spurts of cum, coating your walls in warmth, you leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. Your spit connected as you pulled away for a split second to lick it up from Kazuha's lips, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her.

The warm feeling of her cum against your walls sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine, your own orgasm nearing with each passing moment.

"S-Shit, Kazuha," you muffled your screams into her shoulder as your stomach tightened, your legs beginning to shake and your vision blurring as white-hot pleasure sporadically consumed you in waves.

You both collapsed onto the floor, your bodies entwined in a state of bliss. The air was filled with the soft sounds of your labored breathing as you basked in the afterglow.

Gradually, as the waves of pleasure subsided, a sense of calm washed over you both. Kazuha nestled against you, her head resting on your chest as you gently stroked her hair, soothing her with your touch.

Feeling tears on your chest, you gently pulled Kazuha away to look at her, a worried expression on your face. "Kazuha, what's wrong?" you asked softly, concerned that you might have crossed a line.

"I-I'm sorry," she cried out, her voice trembling with emotion.

"W-What are you sorry for?" you questioned her, still worried about her well-being.

"I-I'm sorry for c-cumming inside you," she hiccuped, her words filled with guilt.

You let out a sigh of relief, realizing the source of her distress. Then, a chuckle escaped your lips as you reassured her, "It's okay, I don't mind it."

With a reassuring smile, you got off her member, you reached down between your legs, thrusting your fingers inside yourself and pulling them out, now coated in her cum. Without hesitation, you brought your fingers to your mouth, licking them clean.

As you looked into Kazuha's eyes, you could see her gaze darken behind the tears, a mixture of emotions swirling within her. Without a word, she crawled closer to you, straddling your hips as she pressed her hard cock against your wet heat. Gently, she rubbed it between your folds, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from you both.

With a shaky breath, Kazuha pushed herself inside you, her tears still streaming down her face from the guilt she felt. Your back arched at the stretch, the intrusion causing you to grasp onto Kazuha's back and groan in pleasure as she wasted no time in adjusting. Your legs instinctively wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as she began thrusting her hips into yours.

The room quickly filled with the squelching sounds of your bodies moving together, Kazuha's cock stretching you out while your walls squeezed tightly around her with each stroke.

"You feel so good, miss, oh my god," Kazuha cried out, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and longing. You reached your hands to her face, wiping away her tears in a gesture of reassurance.

Her heavy balls collided with your skin with each thrust, her panting breaths hot against your ear as her back flexed with each powerful movement. Her cock slid in and out, each thrust growing more intense as she slammed back into you with increasing fervor.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum, miss," Kazuha whimpered, the urgency in her voice matching the frantic pace of her thrusts. You trembled under her, her cock stretching you in all the right places as you urged her on.

"Cum, Kazuha, cum in me," you cried out, your voice filled with desire as your body moved with her thrusts.

Kazuha's whiny moans fueled your own arousal, her pace becoming hard and deep as her balls slapped against you with each powerful thrust. Your walls began fluttering around her throbbing cock, the intense sensation driving you both closer to the edge.

With a final, primal cry of pleasure, your walls clamped and milked around her throbbing cock as it continued to spurt heavy streams of cum inside you. Kazuha buried her head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as both of your legs shook with the intensity of your shared orgasm.

Kazuha collapsed on top of your body, you held her close, ignoring the sweat that coated both of your bodies. You brushed her hair behind her ear and placed a tender kiss on her forehead as she sighed contently in your embrace.

"You did so good, Kazuha. I'm proud of you," you murmured softly, your voice filled with genuine admiration as you continued to caress her back. Though Kazuha blushed at your words, you didn't notice as you both remained there in each other's embrace for a while.

Eventually, Kazuha got off of you and helped you clean up and change. The two of you then made your way to the door, staring at each other with a mixture of affection and longing.

As you locked the door, you turned to look at her and leaned in to give her a gentle peck on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow," you told her with a wink, leaving her standing there as she watched you walk away.

The lingering warmth of your embrace and the sweetness of your parting kiss filled Kazuha's heart with a sense of happiness and contentment. She couldn't help but smile as she watched you disappear into the distance, already looking forward to seeing you again the next day.

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strawberryblue-blog · 9 months

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Baby blue love —Mason Mount

warning: none

words: +2.5k

summary: being there for Mason at his most difficult time

#sexynote: English is not my first language, maybe there are mistakes.

An exhausted sigh escaped the young man's lips as you walked through the house carrying the laundry basket. From behind you saw his defeated back as his hands covered his face in disappointment.

"Is everything okay?" you asked putting the clothes in the washing machine. Mason sighed again.

"Mason" you called out to him when he didn't respond. From his spot, Mason turned his face slightly to look at you.

His eyes were glazed over and his smile drooped.

He had been like this for a few days, depressed and sad about his departure from the club. But even though you tried to cheer him up, Mason ended up ignoring you and regretting his decisions.

"Mason..." you repeated again as you sat down next to him, your hand stroking his back gently.

"Everyone hates me" he whispered in anguish.

In front of his eyes was his instagram profile, precisely the last video he had posted only a day ago.

"It's not true" you denied waving your hand to comfort him.

"Yes they do, just watch what they say" he noted. A gasp came out of his mouth, he was frustrated, sad and disappointed. "Not even the official confirmation came out and everyone already knows, they hate me."

Yes, it was hard what he was going through and you understood it perfectly.

At least a month ago the rumor that Mason would be leaving Chelsea had been much talked about by fans of the club or those close to it, especially because there was a supposed proposal from Manchester United.

After 18 years at the club of his beginnings, Mason Mount would no longer be a player in blue and it was driving him crazy.

"Stop that" you grumbled when he kept scrolling down the publication, taking his phone out of his hands to turn it off. Your boyfriend snorted stretching his body out on the couch.

Raw silence broached them. Mason wasn't saying a word from that point on and you were leaving him, as you didn't want to pressure him to talk let alone make him feel like he had to explain himself.

"You hate me, don't you?" he asked dejectedly. The question caught you off guard for a moment.

"No," you muttered. "Why would I, Mason?"

"Because I ruined everything."

"That's not true," you denied. You knew perfectly well what this conversation was coming to and you were ready to face it. "For wanting to move on?" you asked. "For wanting to have another chance?"

He lifted his shoulders expressionlessly. You weren't going to lie, the news that Mason would be leaving had affected you more than you thought it would. You had always been a Chelsea fan, thanks to your father, a huge Blues fan. And on one of your many visits to the stadium, you had met Mason at Stamford Bridge when you had volunteered to work one afternoon. The thought of not going to support him at the stadium anymore, not seeing him celebrate with his teammates and family, seeing him ready to play before every game. Nostalgia ran through your mind as you thought of him and wanted to support him every step of the way.

"It's okay, honey" you took him in your arms. Mason sobbed as he felt your warm embrace. "You haven't done anything wrong" you said.

"I've been an idiot these days, I don't understand how you're still here" he said. You could feel the pain in his body, in his voice, in his eyes, in his mood.

Mason had always been a laughing boy, who laughed at everything and cheered everyone up in the worst moments but now he was a kid who had to make an important decision that would be a big step for his career. For his future. And of course you would accompany him, you would be by his side no matter what his decision was.

"Do you think it's okay what I'm doing?" he questioned taking your hands. You had not had this conversation since it had all started, as Mason was a bit shocked and somewhat distant.

"It is. It's the right thing to do because you deserve it" you muttered. "You deserve a team that will take advantage of your talent, respect you and help you grow. You deserve to play in the big leagues and succeed" you said sincerely.

And it hurt. It hurt to see your great love leave his lifelong team, the team that saw him grow and succeed. It hurt to know that he would no longer wear the blue jersey and that you would not go to the game with his jersey to cheer him on. But more than anyone else in the world you wanted Mason to move on and succeed because you knew he was a great player. Young and talented.

His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you close to him to place a soft kiss on your lips. Mason wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you to his chest.

He knew how much you supported him no matter what. Even though he was going to the opposing team or moving out of town. Because you had always supported him since you had known each other, in his bad times and good times, when he needed you and when you were there for him.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, baby" he whispered nuzzling his nose with yours tenderly.

"I love you, Mason."

"Enough to wear a red t-shirt with my name on it?" he asked teasingly.

"No!" you squealed laughing. "You know i hate the color red."

Mason laughed nodding.

"But you don't hate it when I'm wearing it, do you?" he teased again with an amused expression. His lips touched yours delicately as a gasp escaped them as you felt Mason's hands take you from your waist until you sat on his lap.

"Nothing will ever change the love I feel for you, ever since the day I saw you in the rain at Stamford Bridge" he whispered through his smile. "From that day I knew I would love you forever, my baby blue love."

I'm late i know but I'm still not over Mason being gone 😭😭 I miss him so much 💔

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johnwickb1tsch · 2 months

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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 25 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

“Surrender to me. I will eat this sweet pussy every morning for breakfast. I will be your slave.”

You don’t believe him, of course, but there is a growing desperation in his pleas that fills you with warning. He’s been patient with you, but you wonder if someday this man will not snap.

He has you tied up again.

You’d watched him produce the red ropes earlier with resignation, but surprisingly, no fear. You realize that you have arrived at a place of relative numb, where you have accepted he will not satisfy you without your submission, but you trust him not to really hurt you.

Drive you absolutely batshit insane, maybe. But not hurt you.

You’ve had time to think about it, and you know there are so many things he could have done by now to really win your compliance. He could have beat you. Starved you. Drugged you. All the usual dirty tricks men have used to keep independent women in line over the millennia.

He has not so much as spanked you, really, except for that once the other day, and even you know that had been child’s play.

More and more, you have come to understand that this man has been through it. He’s told you more about his brutal past, curled up with his head in your lap, spilling his soul to you while you stroked his dark hair. You have discovered that once he feels safe, the taciturn Mr. Wick actually has a lot to say.

If you hadn’t been sleeping beside him, the signs of PTSD might have escaped your notice. But after over a week in his non-stop company, you have woken beside him when he’s riddled with night terrors, his strong hands gripping your body hard enough to leave bruises. Sometimes he zones out, and you know he's not really seeing the room you're in.

After hearing about his training (as a fucking child soldier!) and the things he had to do to survive over the years working for the Bratva, trapped in a cycle of violence he had little power to escape or control, you honestly think it’s a miracle that he’s come out of it as intact as he has—and goddamn if there isn’t a part of you that wonders if you cannot bring him back.

You should know better by now, than to think you can fix a man with your love. It’s a mistake you’ve made before, in your younger years, and you should know that nothing lies down that path but disappointment and heartbreak. But…what else do you have to do with your time?

Take up knitting?

You had watched him with a distant fascination, as he looped your wrists in the cord, securing them with beautiful knots before affixing your spread arms to the metal headboard. You had thought the curled iron design of the bed to be very pretty, but now you understand the form of it is perfect for knotting ropes in various positions.

You’re not sure how long he’s been torturing you with his tongue, bringing you right to the edge licking your clit with his fingers buried inside you, before withdrawing right at the last moment. He always fucking knows, even when you do your best to remain still as a stone. You have been going through your days in a constant state of low-burning arousal, perpetually wet with slick and uncomfortably swollen. You feel where his body has been every time you sit down, keenly aware of what he’s done, and what he hasn’t allowed you.

“My poor darling,” he continues to taunt you, taking a break to nip at the inside of your thigh, your soft flesh already riddled with little bruises. “Why do this to yourself, when with three little words I could set you free?”

You cannot hold in your ragged sigh. “It’s kind of nostalgic really, just like my first boyfriend in high-school. Getting fucked constantly with no real hope of satisfaction…”

Wick responds to this with a snarl, the way you knew he would. Jesus Christ but his teeth are sharp. Suddenly he sucks at your clit with a vengeance, making you squirm and cry out in surprise. Of course he stops before you even have the chance to make use of the friction.

“I do not want to hear about the other men you’ve had in your life,” he cautions you. “I’m the only one who counts now.”

“Could have fooled me.”

When he gets on his knees with a dark look, you do feel some satisfaction. You’ve learned if you piss him off enough, he’ll try to punish you by taking his pleasure and leaving you hanging. At this point, you’re just relieved that it’s over.

“That smart mouth needs filling,” he growls, guiding his tip to your lips, and you let him fuck your face, sucking his glans messily with a swirl of your tongue the way you’ve learned drives him mad. The only time he catches a hint of teeth is not your fault, but his, in his enthusiasm for trying to shove his cock down your throat. It’s not long before he cums, spilling hot seed across your tongue. Some of it dribbles down your chin, and he wipes it across your lips with narrowed eyes, daring you to spit it out.

You’re foolhardy, but you’re not stupid. You lap it from his finger like a good girl, watching the post-orgasm glaze take over his midnight dark eyes.

The monster will be sated, for a little while.

You’ve bought yourself time, but no real relief.

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aurora-starwars · 1 year

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Hi! So ive seen that you take requests so i thought i give a try.

Could you do an imagine where the reader is the auntie of the kids? She treats them very good and is very gentle with them. She wants to make the kids feel that they can tell her everything.

So when one day neteyam comes to tell her that jake was too hard on him again, she tries to comfort him. She tells him that he is not a disappointment and he shouldn’t always take the blame on himself etc.

I hope you get what i was trying to say. I hope you have a great day! :D

Family Is Not An Important Thing. It's Everything.

Pairing: Sully Family/Neteyam x fem!Aunt!reader (platonic)

Summary: Aunt!reader comforts neteyam after a fight with his dad

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: crying, mentions of Lo’ak being an idiot, mostly angst with fluff <333

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I really liked this idea, sorry it took so long! Trying to get as many fics out as I can! Enjoy!!

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[Name] had always been close with the Sully kids. From the moment Neytiri found out she was pregnant, [Name] had been an important part of the family.

It started with helping Neytiri function in the last few days of her pregnancy, grabbing objects off the ground, bringing her food to her while Jake was on a hunt, and helping her walk when she struggled. Neytiri was more than happy to have her sister help her and her new family.

But as the years flew by, [Name] became a friend to the Sully children. A open ear, a shoulder to cry on, a person to come to when you have no one else.

So when Neteyam entered [Name]’s hut, tears in his eyes threatening to spill, [Name] was happy to help.

Walking over to Neteyam, [Name]’s eyes quickly scanned his face for any signs of wounds or injuries. It wasn’t unusual for Neteyam or Lo’ak to walk into her hut with cuts or gashes from stupid things that would get them in trouble with their parents. She would sigh and clean them up, try to make them laugh before pushing them out, telling them to go do something useful, smiling while she'd rolled her eyes.

But as she looked over Neteyam for any sign of anything, she came up dry. The only give away was his eyes. Neteyam’s eyes, usually full of joy or annoyance as he interacted with his siblings, held a familiar emotion [Name] knew all too well.

Neteyam had a bad habit of taking the blame for his siblings mistakes, mainly Lo’ak’s as he made many. While [Name] didn’t blame him for this, seeing as he often felt his role as the oldest was to protect his siblings, she did feel bad every time she saw that look.

Smiling to Netayam sadly, [Name] asked:

“Is it your parents?”

To which Neteyam only nodded gently, still trying to hold back his tears.

“Did Lo’ak did something stupid?” [Name] asked again, voice getting increasingly more gentle as as the story in her head started to solidify.

Neteyam nodded again, his lip twitching downward for a split second.

“And did you take the blame for it,” [Name] watched as Neteyam looked at the ground in front of him.

“Again?” [Name] questioned softly, already knowing the answer.

A single tear fell from Neteyam’s eye as he nodded once again.

“Oh Neteyam, I am so sorry.” [Name] walked over to him, enveloping him in a hug.

Neteyam held stiff for a moment before completely falling apart in his aunt’s arms. Quiet sobs filled [Name]’s ears as he let all of the moments he took his parent’s wrath for Lo’ak. He could usually handle it, as he would claim, but the truth is it really got to him.

Neteyam has always had a great love for his family, from the moment he was born he was brought in to the world that only seemed to shower him in love. The same love he hoped to give his sisters and brother when they were born. But since Lo’ak came of age to get in trouble he couldn’t get away with, trying to shower his trouble-making brother in his love became nearly impossible. Neteyam loved his brother, he really did but [Name] understood that that does not stop Lo’ak from being an idiot. She can say that from personal experience.

As Neteyam’s sobs slowly subsided, [Name] released him from her gentle hold.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” [Name] saw Neteyam wipe his eyes quickly, taking a deep breath before he nodded.

“What has happened, my child?” [Name] asked, leading him to a soft place on the ground, where they sat down.

“It’s my dad,” Neteyam looks at the floor.

“I’m not even sure if I am upset at Lo’ak, even though he is an skxawng. Most of the time he means well, even if his actions don’t show it…” Neteyam trails off for a moment before [Name] sees his fist tighten into a ball.

[Name] rests a caring hand on his shoulder, nodding to prompt him to continue.

“But my dad… He just doesn’t understand! He doesn’t understand that Lo’ak is just young and stupid and that we are not soldiers! We are his sons! “Neteyam threw his hands in the air as he huffed in frustration. “And sometimes I wish that he wouldn’t yell at me or Lo’ak so much for just being his sons.” Neteyam finished with a sad, soft whisper.

“Neteyam.” [Name] spoke carefully, hoping to get Neteyam to look at her.

Neteyam turned his attention from his hands in front of him to his aunt. It was only after he looked up that [Name] could see the tears still streaming down his face.

“Neteyam, you are a wonderful kid and an even more amazing sibling. I know that it’s hard to take the blame for everything, and I know it’s hard having your dad not understand. But you are never alone. You know that?”

Neteyam only nodded softly.

“You can alway come to me, and even though you think he is an idiot,” Neteyam giggled at [Name]’s choice of words. “I am sure Lo’ak would be there for you too. Neteyam, even though it sometimes doesn’t seem like it, your father loves you very much. He loved you so much he wanted to have more of you!”

Neteyam laughed again, starting to finally feel better.

“Personally, I think he might treat you like soldiers because he wants to protect you. And if he can’t do that himself, I think he hopes that you will follow what he says so that you won’t get hurt. Although I get that that is frustrating, he just wants you to be safe. After all, this family is all he has.” [Name] finished, giving Neteyam an understanding smile.

Neteyam looked away for a moment, thinking about what his aunt said. When he determined that it made sense, he turned to his aunt before pulling her in for a quick hug.

“Thank you for making me feel better, Aunt [Name].” Neteyam said gratefully, smiling wide seeming feeling much better.

“Any time, Neteyam. Now go play with your siblings or ride on your Ikran!” [Name] smiled, watching as Neteyam waved as he was running away.

Although conversations like those were hard, [Name] would never turn down a chance to help her nieces and nephews. Those children felt like her own at times, and she wouldn’t trade them for anything. So as she watched Neteyam get on his Ikran and fly away, she promised herself she would always be there for the Sully family.

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We'll be fine

Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra)

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

TW: Inc*st, Angst

part 2 part3

Summary: Greens win AU. Rhaenyra Targaryen is dead, the war seems to be over but that doesn't mean there is peace. Your relationship with Aemond is strained after he killed your brother and he will leave you for Alys Rivers.

Frustration. That was what Aemond felt. Pure frustration. All he wanted was to be with you, to have you in his arms again but you refused to sleep in the same room as him. This morning you hardly looked at him when he went to your room to see the children.

Aemond hated himself for allowing himself to be bewitched by that witch. Worst of all, you didn't seem to believe him. You thought he cheated on you because he wanted to because he didn't love you. It hurt him that you doubted his love for you and their children. But how could I blame you? He had abandoned you in the middle of the war, you gave birth alone and raised the children alone. Oh, the boys, Baelon and Aemon, didn't seem happy with him either. When he picked them up, they were both hysterical. He shouldn't have expected another reaction from them, after all, he was a stranger to his children.

Three knocks on the door brought the prince out of his thoughts.

"Go ahead," he said imagining that it should be his mother or his servant. He didn't even bother to take his eyes off the flames in the fireplace.

"My prince." Aemond stood up the instant he heard your voice. Was it for some miraculous reason that you decided to believe him and had come to stay with him? He started to walk towards you, ready to kiss you "It's the children's bedtime"

Aemond tried hard not to show his disappointment at your words.

"I usually read to them before they go to sleep" you kept talking feeling nervous at the silence "then I was thinking that you could join us, you know that the boys start to get used to you and, I don't know, maybe start to form a bond with you ” you began to turn your ring, the ring that aemond gave you when you two got married “Only if you want”

You were more than angry with your husband but you did not intend to ruin the relationship between your children and him. If Aemond was willing to want to form a bond with them you weren't going to deny him, you were willing to help him. Your children deserve to grow up with a father.

"I would be delighted" replied the prince "Thank you" he took your hand and kissed it. You couldn't help but tense up when you thought that those same lips that just kissed your hand had kissed Alys Rivers, surely they had done more than kiss the witch, she ended up pregnant for a reason. With that image in your head, you jerked your hand away and left his room.

Aemond stood in the room for a moment, hurt by your rejection, before he went after you.

••••

Aemond liked reading to children. He knew that the babies didn't understand the story he was telling but they were still happy every time he changed his voice to a more exaggeratedly thick one. He even managed to make them laugh and he was sure you wanted to laugh too but hid it with a fake cough.

The boys were already asleep so he should go now but Aemond didn't want to. You didn't seem to want him to go either because you hadn't kicked him out yet. The two were sitting quietly. You watched sweetly as your husband brushed Baelon's hair back from his face. How you would have liked that Aemond had been present from day one, that he had been with you those dark nights when you didn't feel like a good mother for not being able to make the twins stop crying, that he had calmed your fears… But he was too busy fighting the war and sleeping with Alys Rivers.

"I'm sorry" your husband broke the silence.

"For what exactly? For killing my brother? For killing my grandmother? For getting another woman pregnant while I was taking care of our children?"

Every word you said felt like a slap in the face to Aemond. Your voice was pure cold fury but your eyes had so much pain and he hated being the cause of your pain. But still, he couldn't help but get mad at you for bringing up Lucerys's death again. You were the first person he saw when he came back from Storm's End, he told you the whole truth, Vhagar had not obeyed him, and the two of them wept that night in each other's arms because he knew the war was coming.

"You know that Lucerys was not my intention. And I told you that damn witch put a spell on me"

"Excuses. You're just giving me excuses" you replied, trying to ignore the lump in your throat, and stood up to walk away from him. Aemond was not long in following you. I wasn't going to let you walk away from him.

“Why don't you believe me?” he said with clear frustration as he grabbed your arm and turned you around. Now his bodies were glued together. If Aemond bowed his head he might even kiss you. A part of you wanted me to and you hated yourself for it. You hated yourself for still loving him, you should want your husband to be rotting in hell after all the suffering he caused your family. You should be trying to get revenge on your brothers, your grandmother, and your mother but instead you were quietly playing house while the greens rejoiced in their victory.

"Why should I do it? I trusted you, I trusted you with my heart, and look how it ended ”you averted your eyes from her face, ashamed of yourself to see how your vision was clouded by tears. You cursed yourself for being so weak.

Aemond lifted your chin for you to look at him again “I love you” you started to shake your head “Yes I do. I love you ”I affirm again“ I promise you that I will spend the rest of my days trying to repay you for all the pain I cause you,” he said as he gently wiped the tears from your face.

"I don't think that one day I can forgive you," you said with a broken voice "But I still love you" you confessed making the prince smile.

Aemond felt a weight lift from his shoulders at those words. He was so afraid that you had stopped loving him. Your confession gave him hope for the future. The pain of the war was very recent but over time you two could come to an agreement. He could never bring your brothers back to you but he could give you more children, and create new memories. He could make you happy.

"We'll be fine" he promised and left a kiss on your forehead. He was dying to kiss you but he knew it wasn't time yet. But it didn't matter, you two had time and besides, he already felt satisfied knowing that you still loved him "I love you" he repeated and rested his forehead against yours.

"We'll be fine," you repeated.

Too bad your tranquility wouldn't last long because of Aegon.

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Traitor

Part Two Part Three Part Four Epilogue

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader, Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female!reader

TW:18+, cheating, radioactive levels of toxicity lol, smut, choking, voyeurism kind of, swearing, ANGST

Summary: Bradleys been acting off for a while and you finally pinpoint what the cause is. Unfortunately for him, you believe in an eye for an eye.

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A/N: Y’ALL this is something else let me tell ya. We love a spiteful queen. Its 2 am and I will use this gif as much as I can because I love this slutty black t shirt.

Your gut feeling that something is wrong started weeks ago, after the uranium mission. For the first time in your two-year relationship with Bradley, he accused you of looking at other men.

You had been quick to tell him that usually when someone starts making accusations out of the blue, they’re projecting. He’d been even quicker to flip the script and tell you that you were avoiding the question and deflecting.

Ever since then, you’ve noticed little things here and there. Now you’re sitting at the hard deck with all your mutual friends and your eyes narrow as you watch Bradley interact with Natasha.

She’s one of your closest friends and you've talked to her about Bradley’s odd behavior since their return. But now you’re questioning everything.

It doesn't occur to you until you see the way Bradley recoils when her hand accidentally brushed his. The pieces start coming together and you feel your blood boil.

The way that they suddenly avoid each other at all costs, the way they won't even look at each other, and the way Nat has drawn back from your friendship.

Suddenly it all makes sense and you feel like you’re going to throw up. You continue analyzing them with a clenched jaw and the look you now recognize as guilt is written all over their faces.

You bring your beer to your lips and take a long sip before chuckling to yourself. You decide not to say anything. They both know what they did and neither of them has the respect to come forward and admit it.

You told Bradley in the beginning that cheating is the one thing you could never forgive. For him to not only choose to do it anyway but to do it with a mutual friend is diabolical.

You don’t care about the why or the how. All you can think about is revenge and you have the perfect way to even the score. Your boyfriend has always thought of you as fragile like a flower, and that was his first mistake. You’re fragile like a grenade, and he just pulled the pin.

Bradley’s so caught up in his spiraling thoughts and regret that he doesn’t notice you walk up to Jake across the room.

Jake notices your figure brush up against him and he shoots you an award-winning smile. He has an idea of what happened between his teammates, but nothing was ever explicitly asked or confirmed.

When he sees the mischievous glint in your eye he assumes you must have figured it out too. He and Bradley competed for your attention in the beginning, and to say he was disappointed his fellow pilot came out on top would be an understatement. He’s always harbored feelings for you, and it seems he may get the chance to redeem himself.

You had taken a calculated risk when choosing between the two men, and boy are you bad at math. You concluded that Bradley was more relationship material and less likely to hurt you. The deep ache in your chest now begs to differ.

“Hey sweetheart, you alright?” Jake asks and you flash him a toothy grin.

“Just fine, Jake.” You answer and before you can think it through, the next words come tumbling out. “Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?”

His answer is immediate and you inwardly smirk.

“With you? Anytime.” He forfeits his game of pool without hesitation and the two of you make your way outside and down toward the water.

You fall in step together and walk silently for a few minutes before you speak up. “Did you know?” You inquire quietly and Jake almost doesn’t hear you.

You hear him sigh and he shakes his head in your peripheral. “I had my suspicions. But no, I didn’t know for sure. I would have told you if I did.’ He answers honestly and you nod.

You stop abruptly when you reach a secluded part of the beach and stare out into the dark water. It's late and there’s no one else around. Jake stands patiently with his arms crossed over his chest and after a couple of minutes, you turn to face him.

“I should’ve chosen you.” You whisper and Jake's breathing picks up.

“I don’t know what to say to that.” He confesses and you take a step closer.

“Don’t say anything. Just show me how you would’ve been different.” You almost plead and Jake closes his eyes.

“You’re hurt and not thinking clearly right now. I don’t want this to be something you regret.” He tries to reason but you only move closer and run your hand down his abdomen.

“I’m not hurt, I’m pissed. But I'm crystal clear on the decision I’m making. I could never regret you.” Your voice is soft and Jakes feels his resolve crumble.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, skimming his fingers down your spine once you’re pressed tightly against him. Your foreheads are almost touching and you see him glance down at your mouth, his tongue darting out across his lower lip quickly.

“Are you sure?” He confirms and you get goosebumps when you hear the gravelly tone of his voice. "Eye for an eye.” You nod and without another moment's hesitation, his lips are on yours in a bruising kiss.

It doesn’t take long before the two of you are an entangled mess of limbs clawing at each other's clothes. Jake wastes no time in laying you down on the sand and attacking your neck.

You feel him nip at your pulse point and let out a guttural moan at the sensation when he soothes the bite mark with his tongue.

“Don’t worry, I won’t leave any evidence.” He mutters and you shake your head.

“I want you to. I want to look in the mirror and be reminded of this.” You pant and Jake ghosts his lips across your collarbone.

“Believe me darlin’, you won't be able to think of anything else.” He purrs and you whine at the promise.

You feel the tide coming in and the cool water soothes your burning skin. It's a new feeling and it sends your senses into overdrive.

You momentarily think about how Bradley had always tried to convince you to fuck on the beach but you’re quickly pulled out of your thoughts when you feel Jake’s tongue swirl around your hardened nipple.

You cry out and he moves to the other side, making sure to give it the same attention. You revel in the feeling of his mouth lapping at every exposed piece of flesh as his hands explore the peaks and valleys of your body.

His fingertips are calloused from the work he does every day and it's a stark contrast to your supple skin. He makes his way back up your ear after marking your tits, hips, and thighs and you shudder when his breath fans across your throat.

“I’d love to take my time with you sweetheart, but we're on borrowed time and I need to feel you wrapped around me. I bet you're already soaking aren’t you?” He teases while slipping a finger into your heat.

He hums when he feels you dripping for him and brings the finger up to his mouth, making a show of licking it clean. He groans as he savors the taste and looks into your eyes. “So sweet. Hope I get to devour you one day.” He groans and your thighs clench together.

“I don’t have a condom.” He says suddenly and you pull him back down to you.

“Want you to cum in me. I’m on the pill.” You whine and his head drops into the crook of your neck.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

He lines himself up with your entrance and glances up to make sure you’re okay. You nod your head eagerly and he sinks into you with one swift motion. He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels how tight you are and stares down at the place your bodies meet.

You let out a strangled moan and your head falls back in utter bliss as he stretches your walls. He stays still for a moment, waiting on you to let him know it's okay to move. It only takes a few seconds and you lift your head back up to look at him.

“Please fuck me.” You cry out and Jake doesn’t have to be told twice.

The pace he sets as he slams into you is brutal and you scream out as his pelvis repeatedly hits your swollen clit.

“That’s it, darlin’.” He growls. “Scream for me.”

His hand comes up to wrap around your throat and your eyes roll back in your head. He hits your sweet spot with every deep stroke and the sounds falling out of your mouth are obscene.

Jake thinks it sounds heavenly and he can’t begin to comprehend how Bradley could be stupid enough to want anyone else.

“God damn, look at you.” He grunts as your back arches and your body trembles underneath him. “So exquisite. Absolutely Divine the way your needy pussy swallows me whole.”

Your heart is racing in your chest and you feel the coil in your abdomen start to wind up. Jake can feel you spasming around him and watches the way your breathing becomes more erratic.

He removes his hand from your hip and presses down on your lower belly while squeezing the sides of your throat lightly.

The pressure sends you hurtling over the edge and your vision goes blurry as every nerve ending in your body erupts with fire. The sight of your legs shaking around him while you sob his name is enough to bring him to his own end.

You feel his hips stutter and his cock twitches as he empties himself into you with a deep groan. The sound of him moaning sends an aftershock through you as he slowly comes to a stop. You know that even though this was supposed to be a one-time thing, you’re going to be back for more.

The two of you stay there for a few minutes after he collapses onto your sweaty chest, trying to catch your breath. Once you’ve both come back down, he pulls out and lays down on the sand next to you.

“I'm sorry I don’t have anything to clean you up with.” He says and you look over at him with a grin.

“I have a better idea.” You exclaim and you stand up motioning for him to follow you.

You run out into the waves with a loud laugh and he stares in awe before chasing after you. When he gets close enough, you splash him playfully and he wipes the salt water off his face before pointing at you.

“You’re in for it now.” He says and you shriek while trying to swim away from him before he can catch you. He’s bigger and faster than you and you’ve barely made it any distance before his large arms wrap around your waist and pull you into him.

Your arms and legs wrap around him and you see a wicked glint in his eyes. Your own eyes widen as you try to break free to no avail.

“Don’t you dare!” You cackle and Jake dunks you both under the water. He brings you back up and you wipe at your hair and face while giggling like a child.

He smiles affectionately as he watches you and tries to recall the last time he’s seen you this carefree and happy. After a few more minutes, you trudge up the sand and try to dry off the best you can.

There’s a comfortable silence as the two of you get redressed and make your way back to the hard deck. As you approach the bar, you share a knowing look and don’t bother walking in separately.

You’re covered in hickeys and both of you are soaking wet. Anyone with eyes can put two and two together. You grab your purse while Jake closes out both tabs and lock gazes with Bradley.

You see him white-knuckling his pool stick as he takes in your appearance and you’re certain that it's only a few seconds away from snapping. You don’t say anything as you walk over to Jake and give him a gentle smile.

“You ready?” He asks and you nod before the two of you make your exit, leaving behind a pissed-off Bradley and very confused Dagger Squad.

You’re freshly showered and sitting on the couch in your living room eating popcorn when you hear the front door crash open. Bradley all but stomps down the hallway and your eyebrow quirks when you see him stop in front of the TV. The two of you thankfully still live separately, and you make a mental note to change the locks.

“Well hello to you too.” You quip and you take in his appearance. His jaw is clenched so tight you think he might break a tooth and his breath is coming out in heavy pants.

“Cut the shit.” He snarks and his eyes bore into you, cold and hard. “Did you fuck Jake?” He shouts while pointing a finger at you.

You grab the remote and maneuver around his body to pause your show before looking back at him unbothered. “Perhaps.” You reply casually and his neck and chest start getting red and splotchy.

“Was it worth it?” He sneers and you pretend to think for a second.

“Most definitely. You guys should call him Hungman.” You taunt while throwing another piece of popcorn in your mouth. You see his pupils dilate and his hand balls up into a fist.

“Guess you didn’t find that funny. Though I wasn't really joking.” You laugh and his nostrils flare.

“No, I don’t find my girlfriend fucking my teammate funny, actually.” He spits and you roll your eyes.

“So you can fuck our friends but I can’t?” You scoff and the color drains from his face.

“What are you talking about?” He tries and you feel the rage and adrenaline start flooding your system.

You squint up at him and he shifts nervously. “Don’t play dumb now, Bradley. At least Jake was worth it. Was Natasha?” You ask calmly and he looks like he might get sick.

You stand quickly and shove him backward. “I told you in the beginning, Bradshaw. I told you not to do this to me, and you did it anyway! I told you this is the one thing I could never forgive. Cheating is already disrespectful but to do it with one of our friends?!” You yell and he tries to catch your hands as they swing wildly in his direction.

“I confided in her about you! I’ve been looking like an idiot for weeks!” You scream while thrashing in his hold.

“I’m sorry.” He offers and you laugh bitterly.

“You broke my heart and all you can say is sorry? You’re a fucking traitor, Bradley.” You snap and he lets go of your wrists. You turn away from him and take a deep breath, trying with every ounce of your being to calm down before you catch a charge.

“I told you weeks ago when you tried to say I have a thing for Jake that when people start accusing out of the blue it's usually guilt and projection. You made me feel crazy, and I was right. You tried to manipulate me and it didn’t work. You don’t have an ounce of remorse.” You say, completely emotionless.

“We didn’t mean for it to happen. There was just so much fear and adrenaline, and we got caught up.” He tries to remedy the situation and you whip around. Before either of you can process, your hand connects to his cheek with a loud pop, and his face jerks to the side.

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Bradley.” You seethe. “This is a choice you made. You didn’t trip and accidentally stick your dick in her. You had plenty of chances to stop, but you didn’t. I didn't even cross your mind, and if I did then it wasn’t enough to make you think twice.”

You see his eyes flood with tears as realizes he can’t fix this, and yesterday it would have sent a pang through your heart. But standing here now, you feel nothing but hatred and disgust.

“Jake never would have done this to me.” You whisper to yourself, but loudly enough that you know he hears. You know it's cruel, maybe even evil, but it's the truth. Jake has always been a good friend to you, and after really getting to know him you’re certain that he would never betray you like this.

Bradley takes a step forward and you launch back as he reaches out for you. “Don’t fucking touch me.” You bark and the tears start falling hot and heavy down his face.

“I love you, Y/N. Please don’t do this. We can work it out.” He begs and you stare at him blankly.

“I didn’t do this. You did. There is no we anymore.” You state matter of factly while gesturing between the two of you. “You should leave.”

Bradley chokes on a sob and tries once again to move toward you but you sidestep him before he can touch you. Suddenly you hear a voice and you can see the moment that the fire returns to Bradley’s eyes.

“She asked you to leave, and you should probably listen.” Jake says from your doorway, his voice stern and full of venom.

The sandy-haired pilot glances between you and his colleague with anger and disbelief clear on his features. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

You don’t say anything as you stare back defiantly, refusing to let him feel any form of power over you. He watches you for a few seconds before turning on his heel and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you hear the door slam.

Within seconds, large tears are falling off your face and splattering on the hardwood floor. Jake crosses the space between you in two long strides and engulfs you in a hug. He doesn’t say anything as you weep into his chest, the reality of the situation and grief consuming you.

He just rocks you back and forth gently while running his hand through your hair, his other hand rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back.

He presses tender kisses to the top of your head before resting his cheek there. “Shhh, I know darlin'. I know. I’m right here, I’ve got you. Just let it out.” His voice is soft and comforting, and after what seems like hours your cries die down into weak whimpers and sniffles.

Once your breathing has evened out, Jake pulls back to look at you. His heart shatters when he sees your bloodshot eyes and puffy cheeks. He reaches up and swipes his thumbs across the swollen area, cleaning up the smeared mascara that’s staining your skin.

“I know it hurts like hell, but you did the right thing. You deserve better than that.” He consoles you, and you smile gratefully.

“Why don’t we do some face masks and watch a cheesy chick flick?” He suggests and your eyebrows shoot up.

“You’d do a face mask just to make me feel better?” You ask incredulously and he chuckles.

“I have two sisters. Trust me, it's nothing new to me. We can do a whole spa night if you want, manicures and all.” He offers and you smile brightly.

“Okay.” You agree before going to get all the supplies. And that’s just what you guys do. The evening is spent bingeing “Legally Blonde’ and ‘Miss Congeniality' while laughing loudly and debating what color would flatter Jake best.

The next morning when he goes to work, he sees Bradley on the tarmac. He looks like shit, and Jake can’t help but think that he deserves it. The pilot locks eyes with him and his gaze darts down to the nail polish adorning Jake's hands. It's at that moment that he knows. He’s lost you for good, and it's no one's fault but his own.

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warrior-cats-rewritten · 8 months

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Leaders can choose which life they want to lose in order. The will experience something related to that cat's death or, rarely, have a talk with them. When the leader dies, they go into a misty, swirling meadow, surrounded by the cats who gave them their lives.

Pinestar chose Harepounce first, wanting to brave it. He felt the aching in her stomach, but also the intense love for her daughter, Whitekit. It is a looming feeling, especially when he first eats kibble, his belly full while other cats go hungry that night.

Bluestar chose Mosskit last, and instead of feeling the winter's chill, she felt nothing but safety and love, the snow becoming a blanket to settle into. Mosskit allowed her to spend her last moments lucid, seeing all of her children on the bank as she passed.

Crookedstar chose Appleshine for his first, and felt the intense pain she had felt as she died, and the pain gave him determination to keep going during a battle with Thunderclan. (Guess what they were fighting over!)

Tallstar's second to last life was lost after the Bloodclan battle, he chose Dawnstripe's life. She showed him the thrill of the battle she had passed away in, but that while sometimes fighting for something is necessary, it isn't always the only option. It sticks hard with him.

Brokenstar picked Sagewhisker to get rid of it first, he felt the intense pain of the heart attack that killed her, from that point on he made other cats fight his battles more, wanting to hold onto his lives.

Leopardstar's final life was with Brightsky, who she had been avoiding. She watched her mother's life slip away, and the heartbreak that her mother had felt seeing that 2 of her children had been born sleeping. She realized as the world faded to cold darkness that she'd made a mistake.

Losing all his lives at once, Tigerstar had begged each of them to save him, one by one. But they could not, even if they wanted to. The last lost was the tiny warrior, Olivetail, showing her death was at the claws of his own ancestor, Gorsestar, in the same way he himself bleeds out now.

Firestar choses Swiftclaw first to get that over with. It is agonizing pain but all the Might of Lionclan in his bones keeps him going and fighting even when the literal jaws of death clamp down. He remembers Swiftclaw, and all the young cats he is fighting for when he comes back to the living world.

Blackstar chooses to lose the life Blizzardwing gives him, wanting to be rid of it as fast as possible. He feels sickness claw at him, and rage at an unfulfilled life full of regrets. It's... sobering, especially when he just lost the life due to a branch falling on him.

Leafstar choses Dawnstar (who gives a life for Selflessness) during Skyclan's Destiny to see if she is doing the right thing by helping the rogues. It is calm and cold and quiet, her lungs feel tight but she can feel guilt baring down on her as she watches herself through Dawnstar's eyes denying herself catmint to make sure the other cats can live through the greencough epidemic, seeing a Starclan cat looming over a kitten, knowing he will be a heroic leader.

Onestar's final life was Brushclaw, who didn't show him his death, but only talked about how disappointed he was. He gave Onestar a life for friendship, and Onestar chose to isolate himself afterwards, acting unfriendly towards even his own clanmates.

Mistystar's first life was Crookedstar, and she spoke with him about what happened to Leopardstar, and if she was a bad cat for it. He gives her reassuring words, and tells her that he is proud if her.

Bramblestar's first life lost is for Longtail, he feels the terror as he loses his sight, reliving Longtail's last moments before the tree crashes down, all he can think of is the last though in Longtail's head: I can't let prey go to waste, I'm sorry Poppydawn. It rattles him completely.

Rowanstar chooses Cedarheart during a Yellowcough life loss, who fought with all his might to protect the Riverclan nursery, dying for them just as the retreat order was called. It fills him with vigor and strength.

As Harestar lays dying of Blackcough, he picks Barkface. They talk, and Barkface confirms that, no, he will not recover from this. But not to lose hope, for Windclan's future is still bright, have faith. As he gazes over at Breezepelt, he feels a glimmer of hope.

Tigerstar's second life lost after Rowanstar was Flametail, he missed his brother too much to save it for later. The water made him afraid, but when he saw how Jayfeather had tried to SAVE his brother, he personally traveled to Thunderclan and invited Jayfeather to a feast, re-building a bridge that had been hanging in threads.

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Hiiii angst fic idea!!! Sorry if they are weird you can totally ignore this <3

Miscommunication with steve, maybe he makes reader feel bad but he didn't want to and reader just goes quiet and he doesn't understand, but tries really hard to make everything better, with a happy ending maybe, if you want.

Or another idea is that Steve is with a very extroverted r and everybody think it's weird, so r feels kinda insecure but cute ol steve makes her feel better (i feel like this is more of hurt/comfort, but maybe you like the idea).

Ok, that all, byeeee!!!

thank you so much for your request ♥ you're welcome to send more!

The neon lights of the arcade flicker against your face, illuminating your features as you watch Steve play Centipede. You lean against the machine, your arms crossed, as you wait for him to finish the game. It's a Friday night, and you've been looking forward to this all week. It's your first date in a while; you want it to be perfect.

"You're up," Steve says, turning to you with a grin.

You smile back, feeling that familiar warmth inside your chest. "Watch and learn, baby," you tease, taking the joystick from him.

Steve watches as you play, offering tips and encouragement when you need it. You're having fun, but you can't shake the feeling that something's off. Steve seems distracted, distant almost, like he's trying too hard to seem like he's paying attention. He's not nearly as talkative as he usually is, and you find yourself carrying most of the conversation.

As you finish the game, Steve turns to you. "That was impressive," he says, but far from usual, his tone is flat.

You try to ignore the feeling of disappointment that creeps up in your chest, the sting of insecurity squeezing at your heart. "Thanks," you murmur, putting the joystick back in its place. "Do you want to… try something else?"

You kind of expected what happens next: Steve shakes his head.

"I hate to cut the night short, but I'm really feeling exhausted," he confesses, taking your hand and absently running his thumb over your palm. "Can I take you home?"

"Oh," you say, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice. "Yeah, sure."

As you walk out of the arcade, you can't help but feel a pang of sadness. This is far from how you envisioned the night going. You wanted it to be romantic, special, something to make up for lost time…yet you don't want to disregard Steve's feelings. It wouldn't be fair.

Once outside, Steve turns to you, his expression softening. "I'm sorry," he says. "I didn't mean to be distant tonight. It's just…I've got a lot on my mind."

You're pretty sure he can sense the way you feel sometimes. "What's going on?" you ask, relief and concern washing over you at the same time.

Steve hesitates, his eyes flickering away from yours. "It's nothing, really," he says, his voice strained. "Just some stuff with work, you know. It's been tough lately."

You nod slowly, trying to comprehend the weight of what he's saying. "I understand," you say softly. "I'm here for you, Steve. Always."

Steve's gaze meets yours again, and you see a flicker of something in his eyes. Regret, maybe, or guilt. "I know," he agrees. "I'm sorry. I just…I didn't want to burden you with my problems. You've got your own stuff going on."

You shake your head, feeling a little frustrated. "That's not the point," you say. "We're in this together, remember? That's what a relationship is about. Sharing the good and the bad."

Steve looks at you, and you see something shift in his expression. A softness, a vulnerability. "You're right," he says. "As always. I'll…I'll do better, I promise."

You smile, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "I know you will," you say. "And…I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have assumed things without talking to you first."

Steve takes your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "It's okay," he says. "We all make mistakes. What matters is that we learn from them."

"Oooh, you're so wise all of a sudden," you say, playfully poking his arm. "But enough serious talk for tonight. Let's get you home so you can rest."

You both start walking towards Steve's car, the cool night air brushing against your skin. As you get closer, you notice the way the streetlights cast a warm, golden glow over the pavement. You take in a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm settle over you.

Steve's hand slips into yours, and you feel a spark of electricity run through you. You turn to him, noticing the way his eyes crinkle adorably at the corners when he grins at you.

Steve's grin widens, and he nods in agreement. "Sounds good to me," he says. "But, you know, I suddenly don't feel so tired anymore."

You raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk on your lips. "Oh?" you prompt.

He leans in closer to you, his breath warm against your cheek. "Yeah," he says, his voice low and husky. "I was thinking maybe I could stay at your place tonight. You know, for some extra rest."

You feel your heart skip a beat at his words, and you can't help but smile. "Well, I don't know," you say, teasingly. "I don't want to be a bad influence."

Steve laughs, a sound that sends the best kind of shiver down your spine. "Too late for that," he says, his eyes shining with warmth. What more could you ask for?

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