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#i mean i did cry until my head hurt and eyes ached but i think that means something happens
jarofstyles · 1 month
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Pleaaaaase do a little size kink blurb where he teases her about not being able to take it all miss jars
Ok because you asked so nicely 😚
Warnings- size kink, slight degrading, soft dom h, pet names, teasing etch
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“I dunno, pet.” His hand stroked over her side as she laid spread out for him, resting his cock over her tummy. “It’s a bit too big for you, don’t you think?” Rocking against her, she whimpered as her eyes went down to see the ruddy head of his cock leaking slightly over her skin, hard and obviously aching.
“I can take it- I can do it, I promise.” Her pleads were slightly pathetic but he knew what he was doing. Harry knew what it did to her when he spoke to her like this.
Harry was big, one of the biggest and thickest she had ever taken. It did take her a bit to adjust but she could do it. He caught on relatively quickly though, just how much she loved it when he teased her about it. Taunted her, made her squirm. He was so sweet in his words but the sparkle of slight evil behind his eyes let on that he enjoyed making her whine and whimper for it, wanting to make her beg.
“Maybe, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He clicked his tongue, fisting his cock as he dragged it back down and tapped the tip against her clit. Hips jolted as she let out a keen, hands fisting the sheets as she watched his intent eyes look at their joining. She was drippy and wet, embarrassingly so as she felt it down to her ass, but Harry had been teasing her for a while now. “Such a tiny cunt. As much as I’d love t’stretch your holes out, I love you a bit too much… I don’t want my girl hurting.”
“It hurts now, I’m empty!” Stomping her foot on the mattress, the needy girl felt herself huff, eyes tearing up as she felt frustration boil over. “I need it, I need it inside of me now. Please don’t make me wait. I don’t care if it hurts, it’ll feel good.”
He cooed, bless him, smearing his cock through her folds as she threw her little tantrum. Getting her to this point was always fun in his eyes. “Y’need it that bad, sweet thing? Poor little angel baby is crying for cock.” His lips pursed in a pout, his free hand wiping away a tear. “Proper tantrum because your cock hungry little hole feels empty. Should’ve known, though. You like it when it hurts.”
“I do, I just need it. Please, give me it. I’ve been good, haven’t it? I’ve been so good and you’re being so mean.” Her babbled cries made him grin, letting her buck her hips up and rub herself against him, smearing her arousal all over his cock. Getting her brainless like this was his favorite thing to do.
“Okay, darling. Okay. I know you’re greedy. Cunt’s gone all sloppy and wet. Nasty little thing y’are.” He crooned, notching the tip over her entrance. “Let’s try just the tip first. I’ll give you a taste, and if you’re good and your hole can take it, maybe I’ll give you a few inches.” His hips slowly pressed in, letting the bulbous tip breach her. Popping in and making her breathing quicken, more tears falling down her cheeks. Sure, it hurt a little. It usually would with him- but it was what she needed.
“Thank you, thank you, I need it.” She rambled, hand lifting to his arm and nails digging into the skin as her stomach jumped with each breath.
“I know you do. My sweet little angel of a girl, I always forget how greedy you are for my prick until it’s in you.” Soothing strokes were given to her cheeks, the guise that he didn’t love making her a wreck playing well on his face. “Let it stretch you for a little bit, pet. Sit pretty and let yourself drip all over it before I ruin you even more.”
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areislol · 3 months
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it just won't be the same.
"you were a wonderful experience." "you were... everything."
ft— various genshin male x gn! reader
warning — angst with no comfort,breakup!! intended lowercase, not proofread.
a/n— just putting this out before chapter six of my series, we love that. anywho i have another lil thing on the way as well ^^
wordcount. 1.0k
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truth be told, he missed you. he missed you a lot.
as the days stretched into weeks and the weeks into months, he found himself grappling with the lingering ache of heartbreak that seemed to deepen with every passing moment.
he reminisces about his connection with you, a connection which no longer existed. the apartment they once called "home" echoed with the haunting silence of memories.
he... remembers how he had grown accustomed to waking up alone. for years, the empty space beside him seemed to mirror the loneliness that lingered in his heart. but when a serendipitous twist of fate introduced him to you, he found himself waking up in bed alongside his lover who admiringly gazes at him.
for once he felt happiness, he would've never imagined himself to finally find the one, that he would always be alone—and yet here you were. ready to embrace and welcome him in your loving arms.
but of course, not everything lasted forever. and that's what hurt the most. he thought that you would be the very one to be by his side forever until you both grow old. he had faith, he trusted himself and his intuition.
oh how he was he was wrong.
he faced the harsh reality of an ending that he never saw coming. The pain, raw and unfiltered, painted his world in shades of heartache. he found himself grappling with the harsh truth that not all love stories are meant to endure.
and once again, he found himself waking up to the haunting vacancy of an empty bed. he grappled with the familiar ache of waking up alone, haunted by the fleeting happiness that had slipped through his grasp.
he wondered how something that felt so right could end so painfully wrong.
he remembered the day you sent him that very text, the very text that would have ever-lasting effects on him. the very text he dreaded since the beginning of your relationship.
he remembered how he felt when he first got a look at your message. "we should talk." oh. that sentence.
he remembered meeting up with you on a rainy day (coincidental huh?) at 2 AM, surprisingly you didn't bring an umbrella which you usually did, luckily for him he brought one for you both to share.
"there's no need, i'll make this quick."
quick? what did you mean? he was unsure of what you had meant, oh if he could only go back and try to persuade you so much more.
the rain poured from the sky in a relentless downpour, as if the very sky had opened up to release its pent-up emotions. it just had to be raining.
both your hairs were soaking wet, rain dribbling down from your head to your face, he had the urge to wipe your face dry and hold an umbrella over you but, he knew better.
he remembers feeling an undescribable gut-wrenching feeling, one he had never felt before.
he remembered how dry his throat felt, had it always been that dry?
he remembered how he seemed to have stopped breathing, his breath short and rigged.
"lets break up, i.. i just don't think this will work. you're too busy and i don't feel loved at all, you really hurt me. i'm sorry but i think this is for the best."
"break up?" his voice was barely above a whisper as his words slipped from his mouth, he inched closer to you, hand reaching out to you before he stopped himself.
he remembered seeing you crying, or maybe it was just the rain. he couldn't see properly anyway, tears were brimming his eyes.
it just couldn't be. his eyes remained focused on you, he studied your face. was this a prank? no, your face.. it was mingled with many emotions, anger? disappointment? he was unsure. brows furrowed as you stared at him, not uttering a single word.
"n—no wait, please, explain yourself. i— if i did something wrong please tell me what i did i'll fix it! what do you mean you don't feel loved? i'll give you everything you need please don't—"
it was no use. his words left no impression on you, he stumbled over his words as he continued to pour out his heart, thinking about everything he must've done to upset you.
"please, don't make this anymore complicated than it already is, you know what you did. i only wish you the best,"
he remembered you letting out a sigh before speaking again. "... you were a wonderful experience."
a wonderful experience?
he remembered everything so vividly as if it happened yesterday. he remembered standing out in the rain in the dead of night, you were long gone, leaving him in the pouring rain, the soft glowing amber streetlights illuminating the wet concrete ground
"you were... everything." he whispered, the weight of those words hanging in the air. his voice was shaky and barely audible as he let out quiet, pained choked sobs, letting his tears run freely down his cheeks.
the pain was unbearable.
the days, weeks, months and years after was like no other. he felt incomplete, he couldn't quite accept the fact that you two were over, gone, all the things you did together were gone. nothing but bittersweet memories.
he despised the gods for being so cruel, everywhere he went was just another blunt reminder of you. the cafes, the parks, museums, galleries, everything.
even the cats you both used to feed every weekend, everything reminded him of you. it was like a curse, clinging and gnawing on his heart.
regret loomed over him like a shadow as he found himself grappling with the haunting question of what could have been done differently. he traced his fingers over old photographs, the smiles frozen in time.
his fingers would linger there on your face a little bit longer unknowingly.
the truth remained: the love that had once been the foundation of their shared world had crumbled, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had let something precious slip through his fingers.
but, if there was a chance, he would go back in time and change everything he ever did to upset you. he yearned for a time machine to undo the missteps and restore the life they had built together. please, take him back.
— (all male genshin characters)
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note: erm i just wanted to yeah i wrote this in an hour so if it is rushed NO IT IS NOT (yes it is)
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another note: NOW A (slight) ANGST WITH COMFORT FIC NEXT YAY
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opieluvs · 23 days
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ᡣ𐭩‧₊˚𓂃 One More Chance ft. osamu dazai
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summary. after six years of dating, you decided to break up with dazai. dazai, of course, was devastated because he still loves you and he knows you still love him. would you give him another chance? tw. fem!reader, ex-lovers to lovers trope, dazai's pov (?), angst, hurt/comfort, drinking, drunk driving (pls pls pls don't do this), depression, mentions of suicide, mentions of sex, ooc dazai, grammar mistakes (?) wc. 1.3k
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"osamu, we need to talk."
dazai looks up from his his book to look at you. "what is it, babe? have you finally decided to commit double suicide with me?" dazai says with a silly smile on his face, but his smiles quickly fades when he sees how serious you look. "is everything alright, bella'?" dazai could tell that something was bothering, he quickly notice a few tear threatening to spill out of your eyes. "osamu... i think it's best for us to break up" you hesitantly say.
dazai couldn't believe his ears and his eyes go wide, "w-what...?" is all he could say. what do you mean you want to break up? dazai never felt his heart break faster than this before. "did...did i do something wrong?" dazai asked as he got up from the couch to walk over to you. he places his hands on your shoulders and looks at you. up close he can see your tears more clearly. oh, how seeing you cry breaks his heart. "no... no it's just...," you stop yourself to think. what should you say? that its not you, its me? before you could stop yourself, your start to sob and buried your face in your hands.
as you cry, dazai's heart shatters into a million pieces. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close, trying to provide whatever comfort he can. "shh, it's okay, honey," he murmurs softly, pressing kisses to the top of your forehead.
but inside, dazai is falling apart. the mere thought of losing you, the love of his life, is unbearable. he never imagined a future without you by his side. "please, (name)," he whispers desperately, his voice trembling with emotion. "don't do this. we can work through whaterver it is. just please, don't leave me."
you look up at him, tears still streaming down your face, and he can see the pain reflected in your eyes. "osamu, i... i just don't know if i can do this anymore," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. "i love you, i really do. but it's not enough. i need... i need to figure some things out on my own."
dazai's heart clenches at your words. he knows he should respect your decision, but the thought of losing you is tearing him apart. "please, (name)," he pleads, his voice cracking with pain. "just give me another chance. i promise, i'll do whatever it takes to make things right. i can't imagine my life with out you."
but you shake your head, tears still flowing down your cheeks. "i'm sorry, osamu," you say, your voice barely audible. "i just... i need some time to myself..."
And with that, you gently extricate yourself from dazai's embrace and walk away, leaving him standing there, heartbroken and devastated. as he watches to exit his apartment, a sense of emptiness washes over him, knowing that he's lost the one person who made him want to live another day.
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its been a few weeks since you and dazai's had broken up. the apartment felt eerily quiet without your presence. dazai found himself going through the motions of his daily life, but everthing seemed dull and colorless without you by his side. he missed the sound of your laughter, the warmth of you touch, the way you would curl up next to him in bed after a good love-making session.
each passing day only served to deepen the ache in his heart. he began to drink again, but more worse than before. almost everyday after work, he would return home and drink until he passed out or he would go to a bar and get drunk.
one day he found himself wandering aimlessly through the streets of yokohama, lost in his thoughts as he tried to make sense of the emptiness gnawing at his soul. everything he looked, he was reminded of you – the coffee shop where you would spend lazy sunday afternoons, the park where you take take long walks hand in hand, the bookstore where you would browse for house end.
but no matter how hard he tried, dazai couldn't escape the memories that haunted him at every turn. he realized now, more than ever, just how much you meant to him, and how empty his life felt without you in it.
as he stood alone on the rooftop of a building overlooking the city, dazai couldn't help but a feel a sense of resignation wash over him. maybe this was his punishment for all the mistakes he had made in the past, for all the pain he had caused others. maybe he didn't deserve to be happy, to have someone as wonderful as you in his life.
the next thing dazai remembers was him getting into a car, and driving off. he was speeding. the car swerved recklessly through the streets, fuled by dazai's numbness and despair. he didn't care about the consequences; all he watned was to drown out the agony that consumed him from within. but in his intoxicated haze, he failed to notice the red light glaring ahead, a warning sign that he was hurtling towards disaster.
suddenly, the screech of tires filled the air as dazai slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. the car skidded out of control, spinning widly before crashing into a nearby car with a deafening crunch.
that's all dazai remembers before blacking out.
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dazai wakes up in a hospital bed. the hospital room felt cold and sterile as dazai slowly regained consciousness. his head throbbed with pain, and the smell of antiseptic assaulted his senses. blinking groggily, he struggled to make sense of his surroundings until his gaze landed on you, he saw you bawl your eyes out as one of many doctors tried to comfort you.
"osamu!" you cried out, relief flooding your voice as you rushed to his side. your hands shook as you reached out to grasp his, your touch sending a jolt of warmth through his battered body.
dazai tried to speak, but his throat felt dry and scratchy. he managed to croak out your name, his voice barely above a whisper. you leaned in closer, your expression filled with concern as you brushed a gentle hand against his cheek.
"i thought I'd lost you," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "when i got the call, i... i was so scared."
dazai's heart clenched at the sight of your tears, knowing that he was the cause of your pain. despite everything, you were still here, still by his side, and the realization filled him with a sense of gratitude he could hardly put into words.
"i'm sorry," he managed to say, his voice thick with emotion. "i never meant to hurt you like this."
You shook your head, tears still streaming down your cheeks as you cupped his face in your hands. "no, it's my fault. if i decided not to be selfish and break up with you, we would be laying together in bed.
in that moment, dazai felt a surge of overwhelming love for you, a love so powerful that it washed away the darkness that had consumed him for so long. he knew then, with absolute certainty, that he couldn't bear to live another day without you by his side.
"i love you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "please... please give me another chance."
you hesitated for a moment, your gaze searching his face for any sign of insincerity. but all you found was raw vulnerability, a vulnerability that mirrored your own. with a trembling sigh, you nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
"okay," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "one more chance."
and in that moment, as you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips, dazai knew that he would spend the rest of his life making it up to you, cherishing every precious moment they shared together. for he had been given a second chance at love, and he wasn't about to let it slip away.
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a/n. first fic ever !!! i hope i didn't butcher dazai's personality too bad. but anyways i hoped you enjoyed it <33 reblogs are appreciated !!
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littlelou22 · 11 months
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pretend | joel miller x fem!reader
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summary: joel ends things with you, leaving you in the dark as to why. will the two of you get back together or stay apart?
warnings: angst, hurt, mean!joel, insecure!joel, eventual fluff, age gap (reader in undefined age but young, joel’s canon age), language, men being TRASH, violence, y/n used like twice, probs shitty writing, idk let me know if I miss any
divider credit: @saradika
word count: 6.2k
author's note: my first post, let me know what you think :)
requests open!
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The two of you stood on opposite sides of the bed in your – his – room, chest heaving as you stare at Joel. You didn’t know what had gotten into him, the two of you were fine when you returned from patrol a few hours earlier. Joel had gone to help Tommy with something and you had taken Ellie to see whatever movie was playing tonight.
“I don’t understand why you’re being so cold with me,” you spoke, shaking your head. 
And you truly didn’t. You and Ellie had stopped at the Tipsy Bison to pick up dinner for the three of you after Joel was helping Tommy. Ellie had run off while you waited for the food, seeing Dina stationed at one of the tables. You passed the time at the bar, occasionally making forced small talk with the other patrons. Even though you had been in Jackson for a few months, you still didn’t feel quite at ease with most of the people here.
After you got the food, you ventured off home with Ellie to wait until Joel was done. But he never showed, not until after you and Ellie had eaten and the younger girl had gone off to bed. Joel had stormed in, kicked off his boots, and immediately went upstairs, not sparing you a single glance. Obviously, you had followed him, but you have no idea how you ended up here.
“I’m done with this,” Joel says, eyes everywhere except on you. “I’m done with you.”
“What?” You take a step back as if his words had physically pushed you.
“I needed you for her. That’s it,” Joel snapped at you. “Now that it’s over, I don’t see a reason to pretend anymore. Understand?”
You felt as if the air had been sucked out of you, as if Joel had kicked you right in the stomach. You thought you finally had a grasp on Joel, that you could finally read how he was feeling. But as you stared at him from across the room, he felt more like a stranger than the man you fell in love with.
You wanted to scream, to cry, to plead with him to not do this. To not leave you like everyone else did. But you didn’t – you couldn’t. Before you could even process what was happening, you were nodding.
“Okay,” you breathed, nodding your head. You felt the tears burning behind your eyes, begging to be released, but you refused to crack in front of him. Refused to let him see how much his words had made your heart ache. “If that’s how you feel, then okay.”
So, you left. Out of his bedroom and down the hall, passing Ellie’s door where you knew she was inevitably listening to the fight. Down the stairs and out the front door, letting it swing closed behind you. Your feet carried you down the dark street until you couldn’t go any further. The tears burned behind your eyes, a sob escaping you as you stumbled into the stables, barely making it to one of the hay bales before collapsing in on yourself.
You didn’t understand what happened, what had changed since you got back from Salt Lake City. Since the three of you tried to integrate into the community. Since Ellie started at school. Since you and Joel started to patrol and help wherever you could in Jackson. 
Did you do something that upset Joel? That made him rethink whatever it was between the two of you? The two of you weren’t officially together but your relationship wasn’t nothing. At least, you didn’t think you were nothing.
Clearly, you were wrong. What you thought was a relationship was actually just a means to get by, a way to pass time for Joel. You get it, you really try to. The road was long, it was tough, and it was lonely. The three of you had seen, and done, unthinkable things to get Ellie to the Fireflies. Obviously, that didn’t go as planned, landing the three of you back in Jackson. Where it felt impossible to return to some semblance of normalcy. So, how could you blame him for using you as an escape?
You just wish he would’ve told you from the beginning what it actually was.
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It was morning by the time you dragged yourself out of the stables. Thanking whatever higher power there was that you didn’t have morning patrol, you made your way to Tommy and Maria’s. If Joel didn’t want to pretend, then neither could you. You couldn’t pretend to be okay with being around him after what had happened, so you decided to avoid him at all costs. But, you couldn’t abandon Ellie, not after everything the young girl had been through. Even if she was more distant after Salt Lake, you couldn’t bring yourself to up and leave her. You wouldn’t.
With a deep breath, your knuckles rapped against Tommy and Maria’s front door. You knew it was early, the sun barely just peeking over the horizon but you couldn’t wait. You and Joel were assigned second patrol, and you’d rather not be subjected to that after last night.
“You look like shit,” Tommy said after answering the door. You knew you did, sleeping on a rectangular stack of hay could only offer so much.
“Good morning to you too,” you force a smile at him. You liked Tommy, you had become close with him and his wife after settling in Jackson but you didn’t want to see the younger Miller brother right now. You knew it wasn’t his fault, but you couldn’t help the deepening pit in your stomach at the sight of him. “Is Maria up yet?”
“She’s out back, hanging laundry on the line,” he answers, eyes scanning over your puffy eyes and pale face. “You okay, bug?”
“M’fine Tommy, thank you” you grimace at the nickname. Joel had gifted you the name when the two of you met and upon arriving in Jackson, Tommy took up to calling you that as well. You make your way to the back of the house where you found Maria, true to Tommy’s word. Sighing, you grab one of the shirts in the basket, joining her at the laundry line.
“Good morning,” Maria muses, a playful smile on her face as she turns to you, wiping her hands on her jeans before resting them on her hips. “What can I do for you?”
“What makes you think I need something?” You can’t help but respond. Maria was the closest thing to a friend you had in Jackson, it was hard not to feel as though you could be yourself around her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up and out this early in the morning,” she says, glancing back at the house to see Tommy in the window, watching the women through the glass. He shrugs, answering her silent query. “What’s wrong?”
You sigh heavily, pinching your nose between your fingers after hanging the shirt on the line. “I need you to switch my patrol partner.”
“Trouble in paradise?” Maria asks, voice gentle as if you were a frightened deer.
“No paradise to have troubles in,” you mutter, shaking your head. “I don’t want to talk about it. It didn’t work out, I just need you to switch my partner.”
Maria stared at you, narrowing her eyes as she, like Tommy, surveyed your condition. You knew she saw right through you. Knew there was more to the story than you were letting on to.
“Okay,” she nodded after a minute, looking at the watch on her wrist. “There’s still fifteen minutes before first patrol, go let Alexander know he’s with Miller now. You can patrol with Marcus now.”
You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, relief filling you to the thought of not being around Joel. The relief soon left at the mention of your new partner, but you couldn’t be picky here. “Thank you Maria, I won’t let you down.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she replies, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “You better get going if you want to make it.”
“Right,” you say, turning on your heels to start the walk back to the stables, knowing the morning patrol people would be there by now.
Maria watches you leave, only making her way inside once you are out of her sight. As she enters the kitchen, Tommy appears before her with raised eyebrows.
“What was that about?” He asks, passing her a cup of warm tea.
Maria sighs, shaking her head. “I’m not sure, but your dumbass brother might.”
“Joel?” Tommy questions, confused as to what might’ve happened between his brother and the woman he is obviously infatuated with.
“Do you have another brother that I don’t know about?” she raises her eyes at her husband, shaking her head. “She wanted to switch patrol partners, wouldn’t tell me why or what happened.”
“Shit,” Tommy sighs, leaning back against the counter before muttering. “What did you do, Joel?”
“I have no idea,” Maria shrugs before setting her mug in the sink. She pats Tommy’s shoulder before making her way towards the stairs, turning to face her husband before she climbs them. “But have fun letting him know!”
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“That was fun,” Marcus smiled at you as the two of you rode your horses through the front gates after patrol. Eyes zeroing in on your hips as they rise and fall with each step of your horse.
You force a smile at him, half listening to him as your eyes dart back and forth in search of Joel. You knew he was due to head on second patrol and the last thing you wanted to do was see him. “It sure was.”
“Alex never looked that pretty when taking down Infected,” Marcus continues, not picking up on your disinterest in him. “Glad there was a change up, I was beginning to get bored of watching him.”
You don’t offer him a response as you continue towards the stables, preoccupied with hoping and praying that Joel and his new partner had already left for patrol. For once, whatever higher power out there was on your side as you find the stables vacant.
“Thank God,” you mutter to yourself, sliding off your horse, Luna, to guide her towards her stall which was thankfully far away from Marcus’. Once you got her in her stall, you began to take off her saddle and get her ready for the night. As you did so, your mind wandered to your new patrol partner. 
You weren’t oblivious, you knew what Marcus was doing. It wouldn’t be the first time that he tried to sweet talk you. The man had been adamant to gain your attention since you stepped foot in Jackson after the Firefly incident. Whether it was at the stables, the Tipsy Bison, or at movie night, Marcus tried everything to engage you in a conversation.
Any chance he got, Marcus would try his best to make an impression on you. To ask you out on a date. None of his advances ever made it far, you weren’t interested in the men of Jackson and had made it clear. At least, you thought you did, especially after yesterday’s event at the Tipsy Bison.
While you were waiting for the food, Marcus and his friends were putting the ‘tipsy’ in Tipsy Bison. When drinking, Marcus liked to get a little handsy and his previous rejected advances did not seem to deter him trying again. In good Marcus fashion, he attempted, again, to get you to go out with him. You rejected him, as you had many times before, by sliding his arm off your shoulders before moving to a different part of the bar. Luckily, your food was ready soon after so you didn’t have to endure his stares any longer.
“Penny for your thoughts?” A voice rang out in the stall, causing you to whip around to find the intruder.
Ellie leaned against the opening, arms crossed over her chest as she watched you catch your breath, clearly you had not heard her enter the stables.
“Jesus, Els, you can’t sneak up on people like that,” you breathe, shaking your head at the young girl. You eye the backpack she throws onto the ground before she flops down onto the stool you had brought in earlier. “Aren’t you supposed to be in school right now?”
“It’s boring,” she answers as if it was an acceptable reason. “You gonna tell Joel I’m skipping?”
You stiffen at the mention of his name, glancing at Ellie before answering. “Nope.”
“You want to talk about what happened last night?” She presses, confirming your previous suspicions of her eavesdropping tendencies.
“Nope.” Exiting the stall, you make yourself appear busy to avoid further questioning from the girl.
Ellie follows, picking at the end of her sleeves, shifting from foot to foot as she watches you flit around the stable. You spare a glance at her, knowing that her mind is running a mile a minute as it gears up before speaking.
“You okay, Bellie?” You ask, halting your work.
“You aren’t gonna leave, right?” Ellie asks after a moment, eyes avoiding your face.
You sigh, setting down the pail of food you gathered before walking up to the girl. You place your hands on her shoulders, giving her a gentle shake. “Of course not, I promised you that I would never leave you, remember?”
The girl nods, “I remember.”
“Good,” you smile at her, ruffling up her hair before giving her a gentle push towards the stable doors. “Go back to school before you get us both in trouble.”
After Ellie leaves, you putter around the stables for a few hours before you hear the clopping of horses approaching the stables. Peeking out of the window, you see Joel and his new patrol partner.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You think, immediately running back to Luna’s stall. You frantically grab your things and hightail it out of the back entrance of the stables. Leaning against the back of the barn, you wait until you hear the men enter before making your way back to town. You had no idea how you were going to avoid Joel for the foreseeable future, but there was no way you were ready to face him.
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The next few weeks went by similarly. You left the house before the sun rose, before anyone in the house was awake. You would go on patrol, endure several hours of the torture that is Marcus and his antics before returning to the town. You’d wait to watch Joel leave for patrol before going to the house you shared or going into town. Once he was back home, you’d return to the stables where you would spend your evenings, only returning home in the late hours of the night. One day while he was on patrol, you had moved all of your things into the third bedroom that was now your own. It worked, you rarely ran into Joel. When you did, you would turn and go the opposite direction or retreat back to your room. 
It worked until it didn’t.
You were at the Tipsy Bison, leaned against the bar with a drink in your hand as you listened to Maria. She had to practically drag you out here after days of begging for you to socialize. To be a part of the community. You partly did it to get her off your back, but as you listened to the conversation around you, you felt happy that she managed to get you to come out. It had been a long time since you stayed in one place for longer than ten minutes without constantly checking over your shoulder.
Maria had been recounting a story about Tommy from early on in their relationship when you felt it. Felt eyes burning into your back. Stares that felt like ice water spilling down your shirt, sending vicious shivers up your spine. It felt uneasy, putting you on edge. The longer it lingered, the more uncomfortable you grew.
Turning to give the establishment a once over, you noticed two things. One, Joel was in the corner with his brother, hands full with glasses of neat whiskey as they conversed with one another. Eyes on Tommy, not on you. And two, your oh so lovely patrol partner making his way over towards your group.
“Maria,” you start, turning to your friend, attempting to say your goodbyes before booking it out of the bar when a rather large and heavy arm is slung around your shoulders.
Marcus steadies himself on your shoulder, the smell of alcohol seeping from his pores as he surveys your group, eyes lingering on you for too long. “Ladies! Looking fantastic tonight!”
“Why thank you, Marcus,” one of the women, Fiona, in your group respond, smirking at the obviously drunk man. She bats her eyelashes at him and you feel sick. “How can we help you?”
“Just wanted to talk to my patrol partner here,” Marcus turns to peer down at you, offering you a smile as he squeezes you to his side. “Tommy told me we are patrolling a new area tomorrow, so I figured the two of us could talk strategy. Maybe over a drink or two.”
You grimace, trying to shrug his arm off your shoulder but he is gripping onto you impeccably tight. “It’s late, Marcus, and I was just about to leave. We can talk about it tomorrow.”
“How about he walks you home?” Maria suggests, raising her eyebrows at you. You throw her a look, hoping she picks up on the obvious disapprovement you have over this idea. But she doesn’t, the other women in the group joining in on the idea. “The two of you can discuss it on the way back.”
“It’s the least you can do,” Fiona nods at you, cutting you off when you go to protest. “You did force him to change partners, you can’t blame the man for wanting to make sure he’s safe tomorrow.”
Sending Fiona a hard glare, you push Marcus’ arm off of your shoulder to slip on your coat. “Fine, let’s go.”
You wave off the group’s goodbyes before beelining for the door. The faster you get out of here, the faster you can get home and away from Marcus. On the way out, you glance at the table that Tommy and Joel were residing at, finding it vacant. At this point, you didn’t care if you would run into Joel at the house. Anything was preferable to spending any more time than necessary with your insufferable patrol partner. 
After exiting the building, you start towards home at a quick pace, hoping to shorten the usual ten minute walk into a five minute walk. You don’t feel Marcus at your side, hoping that you lost him in your haste out of the bar. Your thoughts are silenced when you feel his hand wrap around your wrist, yanking you to a halt and into one of the allies in the town square.
“What’s the rush, sweetheart?” Marcus smirks, pulling closer to you as his grip on your wrist tightens.
“Got the kid waiting up for me back home,” you quickly lie, tugging your wrist back in an attempt to free yourself. “QZ schools weren’t the best, she needs help with her homework.”
He chuckles, shaking his head at you before backing you into the brick wall of the alley behind you. “I’m sure her dad can help her with that. We have some things to discuss.”
“It would be best to discuss whatever it is in the morning,” you gulp, pressing closer to the wall to create more space between the two of you. “When we both haven’t been at a bar for the night. With clearer minds.”
“Baby,” Marcus breathes, “My mind has never been more clear.”
He ducks his head, pressing his lips forcefully against yours. His hands move to your hips, pressing himself into you. You desperately try pulling your head back to avoid him, but the brick wall behind you prevents you from moving away. Panicking, you sink your teeth into his lip, biting down until you taste the metallic tang of blood. Your hands move to his chest, pushing him off with all your strength. Marcus stumbles back, hands dabbing at his lip to feel the damage. 
“What the actual fuck are you thinking?” You seeth, wiping the taste of him away with the back of your hand. You stare at him for a beat, bewildered, before pushing off the wall to make your escape.
You make it a few steps before Marcus surges forward, arms encircling your waist to pull you off the ground. All attempts of your struggle are thwarted when he throws you onto the pavement, hands wrapping around your throat as he straddles your stomach, your arms pinned to his thighs.
“You disrespectful, little bitch,” he spits, hands tightening at your throat. “Your daddy ever teach you manners as a young girl? Like all girls need to be taught?”
You gasp at the lack of oxygen as you try to squirm your way out of his grasp. Your constant struggle only seems to agitate Marcus more as he pulls you off the ground before slamming you back down. The back of your head bounces off the hard pavement beneath the two of you. All efforts to fight cease as dots begin to swarm your vision. 
“You respect men that want to talk to you,” Marcus growls, smirking at your dazed face. His hands continue to tighten around your throat. “You’re lucky to even have my attention.”
Your vision is starting to go dark when his weight is suddenly pulled off of you. Coughing, you roll onto your stomach, attempting to gain your bearings. You hear fighting next to you, propping yourself on your hands and knees to try to see what’s going on.
“So help me god,” Joel practically snarls, one hand gripping Marcus’ collar while the other delivers a nose shattering punch. 
“If you ever go near her again, I will kill you.” Punch.
“If you look at her again, I will kill you.” Punch.
“If you even so much as breathe in her direction, I will kill you.” Punch.
“Do I make myself clear?”
You watch from your hands and knees as Joel delivers punch after punch until Marcus is whimpering under him, gasping for air like you were only moments earlier. Once he believes the message has been received, Joel drops his hold on Marcus and backs away, chest heaving.
You must make a noise as he turns to you, eyes quickly scanning your face before his gaze settles on the hand prints adoring your throat. He’s rushing to you before you know it, gentle hands helping raise you to your feet.
“Can you stand, bug?” Joel whispers, softly turning to check the spot where your head had kissed the payment. Today must be your lucky day, no blood appearing on his fingers after he gently ran them through your hair.
“M’fine, Joel,” you rasp, embarrassment pooling in your stomach. While you were thankful that he came by when he did, you couldn’t help but wish it happened to be anyone else. 
Joel sighs, running his hand down his face. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I said I’m fine Joel,” you pull yourself out of his gentle grasp, wrapping your arms around your midsection tightly. You take a few cautious steps back, stumbling but steady enough to walk.
“Let me get you home, angel,” Joel steps forward, hands reaching out to help you. “Ellie’s been askin’ bout you.”
Shaking your head, you continue to take tentative steps away from him. “I can take care of myself, Joel. You don’t have to pretend anymore, remember?”
And with that, you turned on your heels and began to make your way back to the house. You knew he was trailing some feet behind you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at the moment. All you wanted to do was crawl into your bed and forget that the night ever even happened.
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“It looks like the bruising should heal in a few weeks,” Rick, Jackson’s one and only doctor, assesses, fingers gently pressing against the prominent hand marks on your neck. “The petechiae should clear up within the next few days.”
You nod, readjusting your collar whenever the doctor leans back to scribble down some notes. In the corner of your eye, you see Tommy and Maria share a glance before whispering, as if you weren’t even in the room.
“Any new loss of consciousness? Confusion? Dizzy spells?” Rick asks, pen pausing on the paper.
“Nope,” voice still scratchy but nowhere near as bad as it was a few days ago. “Can I go back on patrol now?”
With a sigh, Rick sets his clipboard down. “Sweetheart, what you went through was a traumatic event. You need to let yourself have time to recuperate mentally too, not just physically.”
“I take that as a no then,” you deflate when the doctor nods.
After answering the rest of Rick’s questions, you’re finally able to leave the infirmary. It seemed like you were there for hours, so to feel the sun on your face whenever you exited felt like sweet relief.
“Y/N,” Maria starts, guilt practically dripping from her.
“Maria, if you apologize one more time, I think I might implode,” you interrupt her, turning to face her. “You didn’t know, I didn’t tell you what he had been saying on patrol. This isn’t your fault.”
“But –”
“No buts,” groaning, you grab her shoulders, giving her a playful shake. “Some drunk asshole’s actions are not your fault. There was no way you could’ve known what would happen.”
“Darlin’, she’s right,” Tommy intervenes. “It’s no one’s fault but the man that did it.”
You hum in agreement, rolling your eyes at the way Maria practically pouts. “Just don’t give me another shitty patrol partner and we can call it even. Okay?”
Maria nods, pulling you into a tight hug. You gently pat her back, knowing the hug is more for her sake than yours, so you allow yourself to enjoy it, just this once.
You’re about to walk away but Tommy stops you, hand gently on your wrist. “Ellie wanted me to tell you to meet her at your house, said she needed help with somethin’.” 
“Little shit skipped school again?” You groan. “What would be so important that we have to do it now instead of after dinner?”
Tommy shrugs, smirk playing on his lips. “You really think I'm privy to how she operates?”
“I wish I was,” you mutter, waving your goodbyes before trudging back to your house.
You were going to have to talk to Joel about this. Ellie skipped at least twice a week and you thought the last discussion you had about it got through to her, but apparently not. You understood why she struggled with it, being one of the only outsiders in a building full of kids that had never been outside the walls of Jackson. People looked at you guys funny, you and Joel got it too. Even in the apocalypse, school was important.
After what seemed like an eternity, you crossed the threshold of your home. “Ellie?” you called.
No response.
“Ellie Bellie?” You called again, hanging your coat on the hooks by the door. You knew Joel was on patrol so you began to wander to find the girl.
After checking the entire upstairs, you began to worry.
“Ellie!” You yelled, thundering down the steps and into the kitchen.
“In the basement!” The girl finally responded.
With a breath of relief, you descended the basement steps and found the girl sorting through boxes, various tools of Joel’s spread around her.
“What did we talk about?” You approach, tugging on her ponytail. “No more skipping school, kid.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she waves you off, pointing to the door behind her. “The water heater is in there, right?”
“How am I supposed to know?” You shrug. “The old man takes care of that stuff.”
Ellie rolls her eyes, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards the door. “Well the stupid fuckin’ thing stopped working and I want Joel to be able to have a hot shower when he gets back from patrol.”
“So call Tommy, Els,” you resist her tugging. “I can’t fix it.”
Pouting, the young girl bats her eyelashes at you, putting on her best puppy dog face. “Please, please, please?”
After a few more seconds of her insistent begging, you cave in. “Fuck, fine. Just stop with the face. Promise you won’t skip school again and I’ll see what I can do?”
“Promise!” Ellie smiles in victory, holding out the worn owner’s manual to you.
You grab the dusty book from her before shouldering the door open, wandering into the room. It’s pitch black and you can’t seem to find the lightswitch.
“Els, where’s the light?” You ask, blinking to try to adjust to the lack of light.
“Don’t be mad, okay?” You hear the girl plead before the lights flicker on and the door slams shut, lock clicking.
A tired looking Joel sits in front of you, one hand handcuffed to the gas line of the water heater. You gape at him, part of you impressed that Ellie was able to get the one up on him.
But then the reality of the situation sets in and you start to bang on the door. “Ellie, open the damn door!”
“You can come out when the two of you work out whatever shit happened,” Ellie’s voice is muffled through the door but her message is loud and clear. A key slides in from under the door. “Unlock him if you want to.”
“Great, just great,” you mutter, forehead resting on the door. “Looks like we’re never going to get out of here.”
You can hear Ellie stomp up the basements and slam the door, off to do god knows what with both of her guardians locked in a room. Turning, you look to see Joel, his eyes watching your movements. You take in his appearance – right hand cuffed to the flimsy gas line of the water heater, left hand resting in his lap, both legs extended in front of him with crossed ankles. Under different circumstances, you would have laughed.
“Would you mind givin’ me that key?” Joel asks, motioning to the key resting on the ground by your feet.
Nodding, you kick the key to him, praising yourself that it slides within reach of him. You watch as he uncuffs himself, rubbing his skin where the cuff adored his wrist. Joel slowly stands, exhaling as he stretches himself up right. Once he’s upright, you take into account his bruised knuckles, undoubtedly from the other night.
The two of you are silent. The tension is palpable – too thick to cut with a knife, maybe even a chainsaw. You watch as Joel awkwardly shifts foot to foot. You can tell that he has a lot on his mind, but you aren’t sure if you want to know what he’s thinking.
You clear your throat, already regretting your next words. “Thank you, by the way.”
Joel nods, staying on his designated side of the small room. “I’d never just let that happen to you, y’know that.”
The awkward silence lasts a few more beats, neither of you know what to say to the other.
“You don’t have to avoid the house and town,” Joel breaks first, clearing his throat. “We can be friends, can’t we?”
“Speak for yourself,” you mutter, turning around to see if the door is actually locked. It is, to your dismay.
“Bug…” Joel starts but the nickname sets you off.
“Can you, like, not call me that?” You snap, whirling around to glare at him. “You lost any and all privilege to that the second you decided to use me for your own personal pleasure. Without regard to how I would feel, may I add?”
Joel scoffs, shaking his head, “I didn’t use you for my ‘own personal pleasure’.”
“Really?” Laughing, you feel insane with how worked up he has got you in one sentence. “Then what exactly did you mean by, and I quote, ‘pretend’.”
Joel opens his mouth to respond, but you cut him off.
“Or what about ‘I’m done with you’?” You step into his space, practically chest to chest. “Because being done with someone doesn’t really leave room for friendship, now does it?”
“That’s not what I meant, y’know that!”
“Do I, Joel? Because it doesn’t feel like it!” You can feel your hands shaking as you shove him back. “You are so hot and cold. You give me fucking whiplash. I can’t stand it! You–”
His lips press against yours, hands settling on your waist to keep you in place. You freeze, the feeling of his mouth moving against yours is a foreign after not feeling it for so long. You feel yourself melting into his arms, your own wrapping around his neck as you kiss him back, lips fusing together as if they were made for each other.
Until you realize what’s happening.
“What’s wrong, bug?” Joel whispers after you throw yourself back, chest heaving.
“You can’t just do that,” your voice shakes and you feel small under his gaze. “You can’t fuck with my feelings like this.”
Joel lets out an aggravated sigh, hands running through his curly locks. “I’m not tryin’ to, sweetheart.”
“Then what are you trying to do, Joel? Because I can’t do the back and forth.” You desperately try to blink away the tears pooling at your eyes. “One minute you want me, the next you don’t. I don’t know what you want from me.”
A tear slips down your cheek.
And all of Joel’s resolve breaks.
“Baby,” he breathes, hands cupping your cheeks as he thumbs away your tears. “I…shit, hold on.”
You wait. You wait as his eyes squeeze closed. As he inhales and exhales deeply. As he shakes his head before looking at you again.
“I love you,” Joel admits. “But I’m no good for you.”
“Joel–”
“Please,” he begs. “I can’t protect you, or Ellie. You saw what happened with the raiders at the university, I almost got the two of you killed because I’m not as young as I once was. I’m not a good man, bug, I’ve done so many bad things that I will never deserve someone like you, no matter what I do now.”
You listen to all of his reasons why he doesn’t think he deserves you. You watch the pain of his past hold him back from ever realizing how much he is worth.
“Is that why you did that?” You ask quietly, hands coming to rest on his chest. “You pushed me away because you think you’re too old for me? Too much of a burden on me?”
Joel nods, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“But, Joel, those are your reasons,” you breathe. “Your thoughts, your opinions. Not mine.”
He shakes his head. “But–”
“But nothing,” you interrupt. “I love you because of all of that. I love everything about you, your past included, Joel. There is nothing that you could do or say that could ever possibly change that. Why do you think I avoided you for weeks?”
“Because you hated me?”
“Because I couldn’t be around you thinking that I loved you when you hated me.” You laugh, leaning up to briefly press your lips against his. “Next time, how about you talk to me before you make all the decisions?”
Nodding, Joel leans forward and slots his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, locking your hands together. You feel Joel smile against your lips, a feeling you had missed, before pressing yourself as close to him as possible. Your kisses become more feverish, Joel backing you up against the door as his hands run down your sides to your hips. His hands snake around your waist, lowering themselves to your butt, groaning at the way you react to him.
A loud bang on the door startles the two of you apart.
“As much as I love that the two of you figured it out,” Ellie yells through the door. “I don’t want to hear those noises. Ever.”
A giggle escapes your lips as you hide your face in Joel’s neck, a smile spreads across your lips when you feel his arms encompass your waist.
“Are you decent? Can I let you out now?”
“Yes, Ellie.”
“Thank god,” Ellie unlocks and swings the door open. She smiles seeing the two of you wrapped up together. “I was beginning to think you’d never figure it out.”
Joel shakes his head. “Shut up.”
“You mean ‘you’re welcome’,” Ellie teases before escaping up the stairs, pausing at the top. “Just don’t suck each other's faces around me, got it?”
“Yes ma’am,” you salute her goodbye before turning back to Joel, who is pretending to look annoyed at the teen.
“By the way, how did she manage to handcuff you?”
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mamisfavmosher · 5 months
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hi love, can i request something similar to tap out but where reader’s being too overstimulated and passes out please? thank you!
of course! thanks for the request!
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pass out // poly!judgment day x fem!reader
(see what i did there?) anyways, sorry this took so long...
SMUT - MINORS DNI
warnings: kinda rough!judgment day, reader passes out, spanking, degradation kinda, slapping, almost safewording, crying, etc
Readers POV
"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!" I pleaded.
To be fair, I had been a brat all day and it was only a matter of time until I did something that the rest of the Judgment Day deemed out of line. The act in question was intentionally tripping Damian on his way to the ring just to be petty. In the moment, he had immediately turned to glare at me, but refused to acknowledge the situation anymore until we reached the dressing room.
"Oh, so now you wanna apologize? Too bad. You've been a brat all day and I'm sick of it!" Priest raised his voice. His hand closed around my throat, pinning me to the wall. I watched in a panic as Rhea's lips painted a sinister smile onto her face. "You dumb whore." Damian shoved me toward the couch where Rhea was now sitting. I felt tears starting to gather in my eyes as I knew what was coming.
Rhea cracked her knuckles and pulled me over her lap. "You think you can humiliate the Judgment Day, huh?" Her hand came down hard on my ass and I immediately tried to squirm out of her hold. I gasped in pain as I felt the tingle starting to form on my skin from where her ring-clad fingers had struck. "Bad news, you little bitch," Her hand came down hard again. "You can't." I writhed in her grip as she continued spanking me, the pain increasing greatly with each hit.
"Mami, please! Please, stop, it hurts!" I sobbed as tears rolled down my cheeks. She only hit me harder.
"Serves you write, chica," Dom moved closer and fisted his hand into my hair. "You wanted to act like a brat, so now we're gonna treat you like one." He bared his teeth toward me in an evil grin, the hand in my hair moving to roughly shove my face to the side before slapping my cheek. Tears pricked in my eyes as the pain spread through my face. "Open up." His thumb hooked into my mouth and forcefully opened it wider. Dom quickly shoved his pants down his legs before thrusting into my mouth.
Rhea made a sound of approval from behind me as I gagged and choked on Dom's cock, her finger nails scratching over my sore flesh. "Why don't you two boys come and join in on the fun, too?" She looked toward Damian and Finn who had been watching the scene play out so far. The two men smirked at each other before making their way over to us.
Finn was now side by side with Dom, swiftly pulling his pants down his legs and taking hold of his cock. Damian had walked behind me, muttering comments to Rhea about fucking the brattiness out of me. Both of his hands came down hard on my ass, a loud slap resonating through the room. I let out a yelp and flinched at the stinging ache. "Maybe you should think twice before you try and embarrass me of all people, you fucking brat." Damian seethed out and shoved his cock into my ass.
A pained squeal escaped my throat as the burning sensation of being stretched too quickly appeared. Nearly two seconds later, Dom removed himself from my mouth so Finn could have a turn. Finn pushed his dick all the way to the back of my throat causing me to gag and sputter. His hands were placed on the sides of my head as he held me in place, my nose pressed against his stomach. I moved my hands to shove at Finn's legs, my oxygen running low.
Finn moved away for a few seconds as Dom came to kneel by my side, a look of feigned pity on his face. He quickly captured my wrists in his hold and nodded at Finn to continue. I inhaled a small gasp before I was pressed back into the same position. "Brats don't get to fuckin' breathe, lass." He sneered at me.
Small mewls sounded from the back of my throat as I squirmed in attempt to escape the situation. Periodically, Finn would back up long enough for me to take one breath before swiftly blocking off my oxygen again.
All the different sensations had black dots forming in my vision. Rhea's nails felt like a chainsaw ripping my flesh. Damian's aggressive penetration had my entire body ignited on fire. Finn was causing my mind to spiral into a panic as he seemed to be offering me less oxygen each time. Dom's position of restraining my only defense is causing an intense fight or flight reaction within me, and right now, flight is winning the war.
I attempted to inhale, but as nothing reached my lungs, my vision went out. My body lost all strength as it gave out and went completely limp.
Dom was the first to notice. He was the only one with a clear view of my face. Remaining silent for a few seconds, he observed to try and understand what was happening. Once he realized I had passed out, he quickly alerted the others. All four of them stopped what they were doing immediately. "Sweetheart?" Dom's thumb gently rubbed across my cheek. "Can you hear me?" He was panicking now.
Rhea moved my body so that I was lying on my back on the couch, her hand gently running through my hair, trying to bring me back. "Baby..." Her eyebrows furrowed as I remained unmoving. "Babydoll, c'mon.... wake up." She muttered.
Finn had run off to get some water and a snack as the other three still worked on bringing me back.
Damian gently rubbed at my legs, Dom was tightly holding my hand, and Rhea was consistently observing my face while running her fingers through my hair.
As my body calmed down and a steady income of oxygen had reentered my lungs, my eyes slowly opened. The three of them had relieved looks on their faces.
The reminders of what had just happened flashed in my mind and I immediately flinched away from their touches.
"Mi amor..." Damian removed his hands from my legs, but stayed close by. "Are you okay? What just happened? Talk to us." In the back of my mind, I knew he was concerned along with the rest of them, but all I could hear right now was the aggression in his tone from just a few moments ago. I faintly shook my head as hot tears began to streak down my cheeks.
Finn ran back into the room with a water bottle and snack in hand. He set them down before quickly kneeling down next to me. "Is she okay? What did I miss?" He asked in a hurry. Dom quietly filled him in that I had just woken up.
".... I couldn't breathe." My voice was weak and quiet, coming out in sobs. "And- and there was nothing I could do about it." I cried. My hands wiped at the tears streaming down. The weight of the room became heavy as they realized their mistake. They had given me no way of escaping the situation.
"I'm so sorry, babygirl. I didn't even notice." Rhea said, almost speechless at the realization. "We're so so sorry, please." Her hand fidgeted on the edge of the couch, itching to grab mine. I chewed on my bottom lip, contemplating everything in my head. My eyes drifted to the ceiling as I choked back another sob.
"It was so scary, Mami." I sniffled, my hand sliding into her warm palm. She acknowledged the sign that I was ready for touch and immediately pulled me into her strong arms. I was placed on her lap and the boys sat on either side of us.
Rhea cuddled me into her chest, pressing soft kisses to my head. "I know, baby. I know. I'm so sorry. It'll never happen again. I promise." She shushed me.
"I'm sorry for being a brat, but I didn't think it would lead to this." I mumbled into Rhea's neck.
"No, no, no. Baby, this isn't your fault at all. It's ours. It never should've gone that far and that's on us. Don't blame yourself for something you can't control. We love you so much and it breaks our hearts to see that this happened because of us and our carelessness. I just hope you can forgive us, sweetheart." Priest spoke passionately with a comforting hand on my leg.
"Love, ya mean the world to us and I hope you know that. And I'm sorry for what happened tonight, but you have my word that we would never do this on purpose." Finn reassured.
"...I know." I glanced around at them all.
"We love you, pretty girl." Rhea peppered kisses on my cheek. "So so much!" A deep kiss on the lips. "And we're so sorry."
"I love you guys, too." I gave them a soft, reassuring smile.
They spent the rest of the night holding me close and continuously telling me how much they loved me and appreciated me, and how sorry they were.
At the end of the day, they could be very rough, intense people, but they loved me endlessly and made sure to show me.
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vilsoo · 2 years
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using the safeword with toji
tags. rough dom → soft dom toji, fem coded reader, lots of fluff, domesticity, hurt/comfort, protectiveness, body worship, passionate toji, hardcore fucking → soft safe sex, reassurance, cuddling, intimate aftercare.
notes. ib this audio 🎧 (nsfw, headphones required) we need to start seeing soft toji some more 🤧😩
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you didn’t mean any harm. all you were doing was sending some flirty texts and pictures to your husband while he was away at work. you missed him so much and thought about him all day, all needy for his attention. but when he finally came home, his reaction was not what you were expecting at all…
“the fuck were you thinking? you know my boss almost saw your pictures, right? and if i had to get up from my desk, that fucker could’ve seen what you do to me. you know how humiliating that could’ve been for me?”
the way toji slightly raised his voice at you sent a shiver down your spine. you could feel the outer edges of your motionless body tensing up with fear and this painful amount of culpability. not even over petty arguments in the past had this man so angry until now. you could feel yourself choking and aching with guilt, your nose flaring immensely it was almost hard to breathe. as if you were going to cry. but if you did cry, it would make you look like a victim. toji could’ve gotten fired and it all could’ve been because of you. you should’ve thought twice or at least resist those temptations before sending…
“i— i’m so sorry, toji,” you lamented. “i didn’t mean to humiliate you at work like that. i was just…”
“you were just what, hm?” his voice lowered to an ominous tone when he stepped closer to you. “trying to get a rise out of me when i’m working? distracting me like some desperate slut wanting my attention?”
you didn’t respond at all. instead you faltered your gaze down at the bedroom floor, ashamed to look into his eyes. after a long silence with the uncomfortable tension still lingering in the air, toji inched closer and held your face, craning your neck up to see the long face you were giving him.
“you expected me to come home all worked up for you so i could take you on right here. ain’t that what you wanted this whole time from me?”
you still didn’t reply with anything and toji sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. “you almost got me in trouble today, sweetheart. i take my job seriously and you know that. but you still wanted to tease me at work. that’s just fuckin’ unforgivable of you to embarrass me like that.”
“but… that’s not what i was trying to do,” you consoled, placing your hand above his and slanting your head into his palm.
“aww. you think you’re so fuckin’ cute innocently sending those pics and thinkin’ there won’t be some consequences. i’ll make you fucking regret that.”
your heart raced erratically from the baritone in toji’s voice. although you secretly loved him speaking this way in your ear, it would be better if he was dirty talking. but instead he was furious and a little unhinged that it scared you shitless.
“strip for me then get on the fuckin’ bed. face down. ass up.”
you didn’t dare disobey since you didn’t want to frustrate him more. after slipping off your clothes and climbing on top of the bed in the desired position, you watch as he unbottons off his dress shirt and positions himself behind you to eat your pussy while slapping your ass so harshly, emitting whines and screams out of you. toji kept sucking and devouring your aching cunt like a greedy man with restless hunger. you can hear him humming in amusement while doing so. although you were in need of this the whole day, the man goes insane whenever he has the chance to eat your pussy. with all that frustration and anger pent up, your thighs kept shuddering from the immense pleasure you were getting off of. he kept squeezing and slapping your ass so rough it felt like your skin was burning. all while ruining you to a shattering, creamy orgasm all over his mouth.
but just when you thought everything was fine after you came, toji was still frustrated. greedy, even. “where do you think you’re going? i didn’t fuckin’ say i was done with you. stay with your ass in the air for me like a good girl.”
your sweet arousal from before now became terse since you were suddenly frightened at toji’s ultimatum. although you didn’t deny it felt like ecstasy with him sliding his fat cock inside you just as always, him immediately fucking you rough like how a hound takes a bitch made you tear up. he was still furious, grunting and subtly growling while roughly smacking his hips on your ass. the way he’s pounding himself inside you had you biting onto the pillow and rolling your eyes back until that gut feeling in your stomach hit you. it felt good but at the same time it didn’t…
“fuck. please, toji! i— i can’t take it!” you whined out loud, contorting your face on the pillow.
“what was that?” toji huffed out. “you can’t take it? aw, baby. you can take more than this.”
he continued pounding inside you that your head started feeling cloudy. more tears welled in your eyes and stained the pillowcases along with your drool that he noticed, hefting a chuckle.
“see? you like takin’ my fat cock the way you like it. your pussy was made for it. got you crying and screaming from how good i make you feel.”
you were in such distress that you started to not feel the pleasurable sensation anymore. instead, you lingered on the overwhelming fear and anticipation taking over. how fucking terrified you were of toji, a much bigger and stronger man, breaking you this way because of how angry you made him today. slamming himself into you as a punishment for distracting him at work. he even took his work tie and wrapped it around your head to blindfold you, embraced by nothing except the dark. a frightening void that made you physically shiver. at this point, you felt insufferable.
“toji, it’s— it’s scary when i— i can’t see you…”
toji grunted, slowing his pace down so he wouldn’t finish too quickly. “aww. you’re scared because you can’t see my face? you think it’s scary that i’m like some wild fuckin’ demon slamming my cock inside you? well it’s supposed to be scary.”
all of a sudden your body fell numb, left with only tears and miserable sobs that toji took as sobs of pleasure. and this all happened because of you and your neediness. you knew you weren’t doing anything wrong, but at the same time you should’ve thought twice before disturbing toji while working. there was so much guilt weighing down on you it left you helpless.
“toji, i’m so sorry… please— please stop…”
the man slowed down again, this time releasing the hard pressure of his hand pinning your head down and leaning forward to mutter in your ear. “you’re sorry, huh? aw, sorry ain’t getting you nowhere right now. i’m not gonna fuckin’ stop ‘till i make sure you learn your damn lesson.”
you tried so hard mentally sheltering yourself. you can feel the tie, the pillowcase, and your cheeks stained in watery blots of your helpless tears. it felt as if you were stranded alone and taunted by unnecessary, insecure thoughts deteriorating your wellbeing. you tried so hard keeping yourself together to pleasure your husband in an angry state you’ve never seen before, begging forgiveness and sympathizing with him, but you were reduced to numbness. it felt as if the world around you was blurred including the sex. you suddenly resorted to something you never in a million years would ever do; the safeword.
“ramen,” you weakly uttered, collapsing your whole body and curling up like a ball while sobbing. toji immediately stopped after he processed what you just said, noticing your distress his heart entirely ached seeing you like this.
“oh, fuck. hey, hey, hey— it’s alright, baby. it’s okay,” he murmured fondly, rushing over to hover above you and check if you were hurt. he swiftly removes the tie and gently holds your face, grazing his thumb on your cheeks. your eyes were still closed and your face was contorted from your internal agony.
“i’m sorry,” you whimpered again, followed by toji shushing you.
“no, it’s okay. it’s okay,” he quickly reassured, softly kissing your face and caressing you. “it’s me that should be saying sorry, baby. i didn’t realize…”
you slowly opened your eyes at him, your vision blurred from the tears still welling. “i didn’t mean to…”
“no, no, no. i’m glad you used the safeword. i would never, never want to hurt you. i care a lot about you and i want you to feel safe… you mean so much to me.”
toji presses soft kisses over your face and you couldn’t stop crying and sniffling. “my poor baby,” he consoled sweetly, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “got too intense for you, huh? it’s okay, love. you’re gonna be okay with me.”
“i thought you were mad at me…”
“no, baby… i’m not mad at you. i never was. i got a little carried away, that’s all.”
toji kisses you a couple times more on your face, then on your lips. you find yourself smiling weakly and feeling some kind of warmth in your heart seeing this side of toji once again. after kissing a couple more times for reassurance and comfort, you watch as toji lays right next to you, pulling the covers over you and bringing you closer to lay on his chest. you felt a sudden wash of relief after the tension had finally died down.
“…i’m sorry if i was being too mean back there,” toji mutters while caressing your skin. “i never had a problem with you sending photos to me while i’m working. it’s not your fault, i promise. i was just frustrated.”
you sniffled. “what got you frustrated?”
“my boss. he got mad that i was on my phone. really, i was just staring at your cute ass all over my screen.”
you lightly chuckled. “you actually liked the pics?”
“oh, baby. i loved them all,” toji beamed, kissing the top of your head. “it was unexpected of you, but that’s what turned me the fuck on more… i couldn’t wait to discipline you at home, but i didn’t mean for it to get that bad.”
after hearing his words of reassurance, you started tearing up again, which he immediately noticed. “don’t cry, baby. i love you so much. you’re perfect.”
for awhile you laid on his chest, taking in his addicting cologne as he has you in his arms. you love the way he holds you like this especially after sex. you feel much safer and protected from any negative thoughts and embraced his warmth. you felt like falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. hearing him also mumble words of affirmation and never taking his hands off to caress you. he was always this gentle with you it made your heart throb. he wants to make sure you feel safe again and you love him for that. and cuddling like this always ends with a nap and starts with something much more intimate…
the next few hours, toji woke up to the feeling of your warmth coursing through his body it intensified. your ass pressed against his dick it grew hard again for you. waking up and kissing him from behind felt like heaven on earth. it was the very moment the rush consumes you and energy pulls light out of everything around. such love is full of excitement and desire, released to fill each other with happiness. you loved the passion flowing and every expression of toji’s love for you. you’re enamored, you’re downing in every crazy feeling this man makes you feel ‘till you go fervent. this was love-making, this was what you’ve been craving the entire night…
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i-izuku getting pent up ‘cause he hasn’t had time to jerk off lately. gets distracted so easily when you come around, barely heard a word you say he’s so deep in thought about taking you on his desk, in the agency showers, on his bed, on his floor. maybe he’s even a little rowdier. a little meaner to his hero partner (katsuki) n’ maybe even you if you push his buttons enough.
it all comes to a head when he gets caught up in some sex pollen explosion and you’re so pushy about helping him. he’s not gonna be nice about it, he can’t be.
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+ warnings: afab!reader, rough!deku, he’s so mean :(, size-kink, some dub-con i think </3
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“open the fuck up,” deku grunts, sweat dripping down his brow— teeth gritted and forming a snarl that not even bakugou could rival. his dick hurts, it fucking aches as if he’s going to cum any second, as if all those weeks of not being able to tug one out between meetings and paperwork is finally going to come to fruition. all thanks to that stupid fucking quirk. “i said,” he repeats, tongue pushing into his cheek at the same time his hips jump forward and thick fingers dig into the doughy flesh of your thighs. “open the fuck up. let me in, sweetheart—“
“‘m tryin’—!” you hiccup, pretty eyes usually so full of admiration now teary and red— and you are, trying so hard to stop your tiny little cunt from squeezing down on your sex-crazed boss. you wanted to help but he’s being so mean :( and you can’t tell if it’s the fat and flushed tip of his cock thats making you cry or the menacing way he looks down at you while folding you in half— knees to your shoulders, puffy pussy lips on display all for him. “s’too big!”
“nothings too big, you’ll learn how to take it. you’re good right? then fuuck— take it.” izuku let’s out a feral moan, pushing all his weight down onto you— pushing his leaky tip deeper into your squishy walls with a sigh of relief. almost there, you’re almost all his. he’ll finally get to cum soon. “stop y’cryin,” he slurs over the saliva in his mouth, chest hot and heaving against your own as izuku slings your fleshy thighs over his broad shoulders— spreading that angel cunt over his veiny dick. “please, baby,” deku adds gently...he doesn’t really mean it when he says it, seeing stars every time you sniff and accidentally clamp down like you’re trying to trap him inside. pussy so good izuku feels like he might die before he gets to cream it. “what’re you crying for, honey? if only this pussy—“ he pulls out, slapping the length of his cock against your silky folds as you cream pearly white beads. “cried as much as you did, maybe then you’d be able to fit my cock inside ‘n make me fuckin’ cum.” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice but it’s still so mean that it makes your face scrunch up.
slap. slap. slap. “you said you wanted to help, why won’t you open up baby?” it’s almost cruel how he speaks to you, down on you as if you’re nothing but a cocksleeve for his pretty dick to mess up and cum all over.
“izuku! please!” you sniffle, delirious with ecstasy and a fizzy brain to the point where you can’t even think. “‘m tryin’— oh god... i-i really am,” drooling against yourself you try to push your hips up to take him deeper and there’s a satisfying pop as izuku’s cock dives deep into your sweet pussy, brushing up against your sensitive walls until he hits your womb. you both groan deep— bodies hot and sweaty and stuck together while you grind and bump.
the pro hero’s mop of green locks pulls from your neck, a smirk painted across his usually smiling and gentle lips. “there you go angel, in it goes,” deku whispers, taunts you as he pulls his hips back to watch you squirm and claw at him for more— eventually slamming back into you so that you’re nice and full. “maybe this pussy isn’t so pathetic after all.” you jolt up the bed, whole body trembling as you nod your head desperate for more of izuku, desperate to cum.
you did say you would deku help after all— even if that meant helping yourself to some pleasure too.
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babydollmarauders · 6 months
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COMFORT — LUKE HUGHES
summary: in which Luke’s girlfriend, y/n (dolly), finds out her comfort person and close friend, Ryan Graves, is going to Pittsburgh
luke’s gf au!
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my bottom lip quivers, tears immediately welling in my eyes as the realization sets in.
“w-what?” my voice trembles, the phone shaking in my grip, the unshed tears making the facetime appear blurry.
“i’m sorry, y/n, i really am.” Ryan tells me solemnly, “but this is what’s right for me and my career right now. you understand that, right?”
“mhm.” i hum, blinking past the tears and nodding my head, “no— yeah, i understand. i get it.”
Ryan heaves out a sigh, his eyes soft as he begins speaking again.
“i really enjoyed spending time with you and i’m still so honored that you warmed up to me the way that you did. and this doesn’t mean our friendship is over! you’re still more than welcome to call me when you need someone to talk to, and we’ll see each other when the Penguins and Devils play each other!”
i nod again at his words, trying my hardest to let them relieve my sadness and bring joy to me, but it all still hurts a bit too much for me to see the bright side just yet.
“i just wanted you to hear it directly from me first, Dolly.” he explains, “i don’t want you finding out when the rest of the public finds out. you deserved to be be told beforehand.”
“i’m gonna miss you.” my words are choked, spoken between sniffles, and i quickly rub at my nose with the sleeve of my hoodie.
“i’m gonna miss you too.” he frowns, “and you better tell Bahl that he needs to step up and become your club bodyguard now! i’d say Dougie but…”
i let out a huff of laughter before i finish the sentence with him, “he looks too nice.”
Ryan grins at my slight smile.
“exactly.” he beams. “look, i gotta go. i gotta go in and sign the contract now. but, i’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“okay.” i nod, bidding him a goodbye before he hangs up.
left in the silence, my heart aches.
i didn’t really think of the possibility of Ryan leaving the Devils.
i guess in my head, i always thought of him as a Devil. i never thought about the chance of him becoming anything else.
i crawl up on Luke and i’s bed, burrowing myself in a mountain of blankets and pillows; curling up on my side and just staring ahead at the wall.
Ryan was, dare i say, the person on the team that i was closest to beside my boyfriend and his brother.
ever since we met, early in the season when i had visited Jack, and i had felt the comforting energy that he gave off, he looked out for me. he stuck by my side when the team went out to bars and clubs; warding off any highly unwanted male attention, glowering at any sketchy guys that dared to come near me.
it was never unusual to find him in Luke, Jack, and i’s living room, allowing me to paint his fingernails black as i talked his ear off about how my classes were dragging me down or telling him about the new true crime case i had heard of on my podcasts.
he was my platonic person. and now he’s gonna be gone. signing with the Pittsburgh Penguins at this very moment.
i was lost within my own head. the room eerily quiet, making it hard to miss the creak of the bedroom door.
i turn over in the bed, finding my boyfriend in the doorway, staring back at me with pity filled eyes.
“Ryan texted me.” it was in that moment that my reserve vanished. my walls broke down and my tears came pouring out, unable to be kept in any longer.
“Dolly, i’m sorry.” Luke crawls into the bed, pulling me into his chest. his hand holds the back of my head, the other rubbing circles on my back. “let it out, baby. i’m here for you. i’m right here.”
my tears soak into his black t-shirt, making it damp, but he doesn’t seem to care, only pulling me tighter to him.
i lose track of how long we lay there, Luke allowing me to cry into his chest until i’ve run out of tears.
“do you wanna talk about it, baby?” i shake my head against him, not quite ready to discuss my friend leaving. “okay. that’s okay, you don’t have to talk until your ready.”
i let out a whine, burying my head further up and into his neck.
the door creaks open once more, and i peek an eye open, retreating from my boyfriend just slightly to see his middle brothers head pop into the room. at the sight before him, Jack winces, his gaze softening.
“i just saw the news. i wanted to check on Dolly.” he whispers, his words aimed at his younger brother, as i’ve already moved back into my position in the crook of Luke’s neck.
“she’s not taking it very well.” Luke whisper’s back, “which is completely valid and i wouldn’t expect this to be any easier.”
those words are spoken into my hair, directed at me; reassuring me that my emotions are not dramatic, but rather understood and logical.
the door shuts, footsteps getting closer before i feel my side of the bed dip, a hand coming up to rub back while Luke’s hand stops to hold my hip.
“i’m really sorry, Dolly.” Jack’s voice comes from behind me. “you still have me, and Luke, and Dawson, John, Nico, Dougie, Bratter, i can keep going.
“we’re here and we’re not going anywhere. Ryan had to take a different path, and i’m really sorry about that, but i know he’s still there for you to call if you need him, right?”
i nod my head, my nose brushing against Luke’s neck.
“exactly. he’s not gone completely. just, not in Jersey anymore. and that’s what’s best for him and his career.”
i let Jack’s words sink in. pulling away from my boyfriend, i press a kiss to his cheek, him giving me a soft smile in return, before i turn and hug Jack; thanking him for his comfort.
i have my other best friends. it’s gonna be okay.
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1800-page-not-found · 8 months
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Being drunk and complaining how you think your bf/gf is prettier than you (genshin men+women x fem reader) PART 3
ITS THE HARBINGERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Not doing scaramouche cuz i already did in part 2
Dottore, Columbina, Sandrone x reader (seperate)
TW: implied unhealthy relationship (for dottore bc that man does not treat anyone like a human being, i have mixed feelings about that guy), and id like to state that i do NOT support toxic relationships.
Making another part for the other harbingers bc im really sleepy rn and I just wanna give you guys something because I havent posted in a long time.
The next part contains Pantalone, Tartaglia, Arlecchino x reader (seperate)
Maybe i'll do Signora, Pierro, and Capatino? but Capatino wears a mask??? wtv lol
Please note that you may not like "[name]"s personality, as it may differ from yours.
You had met Zandik when he was a scholar at the Akademiya, before he was expelled for his crimes and immoral acts. Fortunately, unlike the last girl who had fancied him, Sohreh, he did not mutilate your body, because somehow in that rather small and close to non existing heart of his, was you.
But unfortunately, you could not escape his unhinged mindset. You relied too much on the Akasha System. When he did get expelled, you followed with him. After all, thats what the Akasha showed which was best for you. Hundreds of years went by, and he became a powerful harbinger. He still gave you freedom, to some extent. So how did you wind up at his office, crying and drunk?
"Zandik" You cried.
You were ultimately weak in the mind due to your heavy dependency that Dottore had created for you. He smiled as you cried into his shoulder, dampening his clothes.
"Yes dear? What happened for you to come crying to me?" He was your white knight.
You quickly learned that somehow, dottore would always save you, relieving you of your agony. Like he did with the ruin machines when they found Sohreh's body.
"O-one of your clones said you didn't love me and you had another woman…" you hiccup in between your words.
"My dear, do not fret, there are no other women in my life besides you. Why would I require someone else? Those clones can be quite troublesome, and not all of them are friendly. I apologize for their behavior." He soothed you, patting your back. 'Yes, yes...let it all out,' he thought. His clones were doing well, their original sole purpose was to create insecurities and confusion in your mind.
"But-But, I'm not even that pretty, even you're prettier than me! Theres plenty of women who are better than me-what if you dont love me one day?" You mumble, your head still lying on his shoulder.
"Darling, I have to say, I am surprised by your irrational behavior. My affection for you is undeniable, and the fact that you would suggest otherwise is quite hurtful..." Your eyes widened.
Oh, how could you hurt him like that?! After everything he's done for you?...
"No-no! I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, I-"
"Do you trust me [name]?" He cuts you off.
"Huh? Of course I do!"
"Good, now please can we move on? If we continue to talk about this, my heart will ache even more." He starts to make an expression that he knows will make you feel guilty. You've really fallen deeper into the rabbit hole now.
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Columbina had saved you at your lowest, and you had devoted your every fiber of yourself to her. You decided to get stronger, your sole motivation being paying back your benefactor. Well, that was until the angel-like harbinger said you could pay her back by forming a relationship with her.
You did start off as friends, but that slowly spiraled into a more intimate relationship. You promised to be there for her whenever and wherever, but really, does the harbinger who's ranked third really need protecting?... I mean, you're so much weaker than her, how can you protect her when she's in danger?
That thought slowly grew in your mind-you can't help but just let it all out when drunk on the fine vodka Columbina had brought back for you and her to enjoy...until well, you drank the whole bottle.
You stared at the empty bottle in your hand that once held the highest quality of vodka.
"[name], my dear, what's on your mind?" Columbina spoke softly, her voice sounding like a lovely melody in your ears.
"Mmmm...I don't wanna bother youuu..." You dragged out your words, slurring your speech.
Columbina stood up from the couch and took the bottle out from your hands and gently placed it on the glass coffee table, making a small 'kling' sound. She sat back down and held your hands, which were rather cold so she decided to warm them up.
It was strange how she always kept her eyes closed, but no matter what always aware of her surroundings. This only increased your insecurity, after all, only one with great strength could do such things...and you couldn't.
"[name]." She let go of your hands and placed hers on your cheek, and kissed you softly. "Your thoughts will never be a bother all right? I'll always be there to protect you and be by your side." She smiled at you warmly.
You started to cry, the alcohol heightening your emotions. "That's-that's the thing!" You let out a sob, wiping your tears. "I-I don't want to just rely on you, I want you to rely on me too! But, I'm so much weaker than you and, and you excel in everything! You're smart, strong, independent, and so, so much prettier than me and everyone, you deserve so much better than me I-" Your rant was cut short when Columbina kissed you again softly.
"Oh, [name], I never knew you felt this way, I want you to know that I rely on you every single day, there is not a single moment where I don't rely on you. I know you probably don't believe it, but you make me feel so happy. I don't care if you think that I outshine you, because in my eyes you're the most beautiful and amazing person in the entirety of Teyvat. You're perfect in my eyes just the way you are, and no one else can take that spot." Her voice really soothed you, and as she spoke, you stopped crying.
"R-really? You mean it?..." You sniffled, wiping your tears off your face.
"Yes, now please, there's no need to cry anymore alright?" she kissed your forehead and held you in a warm embrace on the couch.
"Mhm…alright, thank you, I love you…" You rubbed your eyes, tired from crying and fell asleep in Columbina's arms.
Once you were sound asleep, Columbina picked you up, carrying you in her arms bridal style and set you gently on the bed, making sure you're comfortable before crawling into the bed and cuddling with you.
The next day, you woke up, eyes puffy and not a single memory of last night. When you asked your lover, she just giggled and walked away, leaving you confused.
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Sandrone was an interesting character. When you first met, you had actually died. Well more like on the verge of death. Somehow, for some reason, she had saved you, as she had basically turned you into part automaton.
You were supposedly her 'puppet', but, puppets don't act this human. You were crazy for confessing your love to her, the harbinger who was known for only caring about her own works, and having a god awful personality to come with it.
Well, fortunately for you, you did count as one of her works, so perhaps that was the reason why she accepted your confession and you two started being in a relationship?...you still couldn't wrap your mind about this, you were really happy to say the least.
Today, you had practically begged her to come with you to have a picnic and stargaze. She was being quite stubborn. But of course, she couldn't outmatch your own stubbornness and you, thus she gave in.
You were so excited, yet here you were, sitting on the blanket, extremely drunk. You smiled at her, all giggly and bubbly as you wrapped yourself around her arm, hugging her.
Sandrone sighed and frowned, she stopped her work just for this? I mean, it was you... (She'd never admit to loving spending time with you, she's gotta keep her reputation up... but everyone knows, even you, that she has an extremely soft spot for you (and only you.))
"[name]...quit staring at me like that!" sandrone flicked your forehead, earning an 'owwww' from you.
After recovering from the ferocious attack, you laughed and smiled. "But you're just sooooo pretty! I can't keep my eyes off you, the prettiest girl in Teyvat!"
You lowered your voice to a whisper "I think you're prettier than me, all the other harbingers, and the Tsaritsa- Ow!"
She slapped the back of your head. "I will not allow you to speak of her majesty the Tsaritsa like that, [name]!"
She crossed her arms and turned her head away from you, looking angry.
Although, her words seemed to contradict her statement just now. She spoke quietly under her breath, "plus, youre the most prettiest girl in Teyvat, [name]..."
You perked up, perhaps having heightened senses was a good thing. "I heard that!" You shouted and smiled. "You really think that-"
"W-what?! No! You must be imagining things!" She yelled back at you. "Damn it, I shouldn't have heightened your sense of hearing too! Ugh!"
All you did was laugh teasingly at her frustration and embarrassment getting caught being nice, specifically to you. Until you blacked out from the alcohol. That reallllllllyyyy freaked her out, as she frantically carried you back home. (Well, the only reason she showed her 'nicer' side was really due to the only witness being her modified automaton.)
You had slept for a whole day before waking up at noon, with a god awful hangover, causing you to throw up.
(Sandrone ordered one of her machines to take care of you in secret and report to her every hour about your status.)
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yeoosaangg · 6 months
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Animals || Kinktober - Day 2
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pairing ▸ jeong yunho × f!reader
now playing ▸ animals - maroon 5
⤷ ❝you're like a drug that's killing me. i cut you out entirely, but i get so high when i'm inside you.❞
genre ▸ idol au, exes to lovers, smut
warnings ▸ pet play, collaring, high praise, degradation, thigh riding, fingering, 69, throat fucking, gagging, drooling, desperate sex, dumbification
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Be an idol, they said. It'll be fun, they said.
They fucking lied.
Your legs are aching, your back's gonna give out, and your lungs are gonna collapse. This is torture.
Choreographer: You did a great job today, Y/n. We can finish the rest tomorrow.
You internally celebrate. You were so close to throwing yourself off the company building any second now.
She packs her things and leaves before you do.
You scroll through your food delivery app to see what you'd have for dinner. Maybe you'll just settle for a sandwich at home.
You bump into a hard chest after opening the door. You look up, only to frown at the familiar face.
Y/n: Sorry. I was just leaving.
Yunho: No!
You raise an eyebrow at his tone, making him slightly flinch.
Yunho: Sorry... I actually came to talk to you.
Y/n: We have nothing to talk about.
Yunho: Please, please, please!
You sigh at his begging. He looks like he's about to cry, so you move out of the way for him to walk in.
You lock the door to avoid anyone from walking in and hearing your private conversation. Last time that happened was humiliating.
You turn around and widen your eyes. Yunho was sat back on his knees, looking up at you with tears in his eyes.
What the hell could've upset him so much that he'd go to you for comfort?
Yunho: I know you hate me for the way I handled our break up.
Y/n: I don't hate you. It just really hurt me.
Yunho: I know. And I'm sorry.
Y/n: Is that all you came here to say?
Yunho: I tried dating someone else.
Oh.
Y/n: How'd it go?
Yunho: I don't know. I never showed up.
Y/n: That's very mean.
Yunho crawls to you and latches onto your leg. You pat his head, feeling him preen at your touch.
Still so pliant.
Yunho: I don't want anyone that's not you, Mistress.
Fuck.
Y/n: No. Let go of me, Yunho.
He whines, standing up and pulling you to the far wall. He takes your things and sets them in the corner while grumbling in frustration.
He plugs his phone into the speakers and puts on a random playlist, making sure the music was loud but not enough to drown each other's voices out.
He walks back to you, pulls you down to the floor, and sits in your lap.
For someone so lean and tall, he looks so small and precious like this.
So cute.
Yunho: Need you so bad, Mistress. I'll be so good, the goodest boy. Play with me, please.
You never truly noticed the affect you had on him until now. It's surreal to witness.
You never noticed how much you've corrupted Yunho, molded him into the perfect little pup for you. You've made him completely obsessed with you and the way you make him feel.
Your good boy.
Y/n: You've gotten so corrupt, darling.
Yunho: Mistress made me this way. I was pure before I met you. And now that I've had you, I can't go back. Just thinking about you makes me feel so desperate and needy.
You feel yourself wanting to give in, to take him back and love all of him.
Y/n: Oh, puppy. I've turned such a sweet, innocent boy into a dumb whore that begs to be played with. Is that what you want?
Yunho: Yes. Want you to play with me so bad.
Y/n: Show me how much, pup. Get naked for me.
It was cute watching him scramble to take his clothes off. He was so needy, he struggled to take his shirt off.
Yunho: Mistress...
His whiny voice makes you chuckle. You help him out, guiding him to sit on your thigh.
Y/n: Be a good boy and ride my thigh.
He leans forward and kisses you so desperately, grinding down on your thigh. You grab his cock, stroking him to match his movements.
Yunho: Missed you so much. Missed your hands on me.
He pumps his hips to increase the rhythm of your hand, already close to an orgasm.
Yunho: Please, please! Wanna cum.
Y/n: Go ahead, cum for me.
He whimpers so loud, moaning into your mouth as his seed coats your abdomen.
Y/n: Such a good boy. Came just for me.
Yunho: Only for you.
You kiss him, playing with the hair on the back of his head.
Y/n: Lay on your back, pup.
He does as told, anticipating your next move.
You take off your tops and bottoms, throwing them across the room. Yunho whines at the sight of your naked body. His cock hardens again, making you smirk.
You throw your leg over his face, sitting on his mouth.
His tongue immediately latched onto your clit, making you moan.
You lean forward, grabbing his cock and licking his tip. He squirms, so you smack his thigh.
Y/n: Patience, mutt. Or else I'll leave you with nothing.
Yunho: M'sorry.
So cute.
His tongue was fucking your hole while he spoke. What a good boy he is.
You decide to give him what he wants and wrap your mouth on his throbbing tip, bobbing your head down his big cock.
He moans against your clit, the vibration making you moan on his cock.
You give his thighs a squeeze, giving him the signal to fuck your mouth. He shoves two fingers into your pussy, thrusting his hips upward.
His moans resonate all over the room, his fingers working magic to your soaking cunt. You barely even registered the music playing in the background from how loud he is.
Yunho: Gonna come down your throat. Can I, Mistress? Wanna cum.
Such a desperate puppy.
It's not like you can answer, so you tap his thighs to let him know he can cum. You feel it shoot towards the back of your throat, swallowing what you can while the rest spills from the sides of your mouth.
He sucks on your clit, pumping his fingers as you cum on his face. He licks up and down your folds, not wasting a single drop of your delicious juices.
You climb off and coo at him. His face was glistening in your essence. You missed seeing him like this.
Y/n: On all fours, pup.
He does as told, but you turn him so he's facing the mirror.
Y/n: Watch yourself as I play with your hole. No looking away or I'll punish you.
Yunho: M'good boy.
You smile, spreading his ass cheeks open. You give him a few kitten licks, feeling him shudder at the feeling. Then you rim his hole with your tongue, hearing him moan.
You look at him through the mirror, winking at him. He whines, wiggling his ass against your hot tongue. You scoff, pulling away from him.
Y/n: Whore, wanting my fingers in you so bad. I gotta take it slow, I have no lube.
Yunho: My bag.
Of course he'd come prepared. You kiss his hip and grab his bag. You smile at the sight of his puppy gifts.
You place them all next to his head. His eyes shine at the tail plug in your hands.
Y/n: So sure I'd fuck you, hm?
Yunho: No...
God, he's done it again. He has you wrapped around his finger.
You take the puppy ears and clip them onto his hair.
Y/n: Pretty puppy.
You eye his collar, knowing how much it meant to him when you first gave it to him.
You take it and place it around his pretty neck.
Yunho: Really?
Y/n: Never leave me again, pup.
Yunho: Never! Puppy will forever stay with you, Mistress. Promise.
You kiss his lips, showing him how much you still love him.
You settle behind him again, covering your fingers in lube. You slowly push in a finger, watching him struggle to keep his eyes open.
Y/n: Eyes open, pup.
He rapidly blinks, moaning as your finger goes in and out of his hole.
Yunho: Mistress, more. Please give me more.
Y/n: More what, pup?
Yunho: More fingies.
How cute, he's starting to slip further into his head space.
Y/n: Of course, darling.
He moans when you suddenly add two more fingers inside him, rolling back his eyes for a second. He giggles, mouth hanging open as he watches you fuck your fingers into his pretty hole.
You steady his hips with your free hand, brutally pumping your fingers in him. Drool coats his chin, locking eyes with yours through the mirror.
He was reduced to nothing but a whimpering and drooling mutt. You found him so beautiful like this.
You move your hand down his hips, squeezing his cock.
He moans, bucking into your hand. The movement allowing him to fuck himself into your fingers. He arches his back even more at the feeling.
He whines, trying to say something but he's too deep in puppy space to speak properly.
Y/n: Gonna cum, pup?
His head bobs up and down quickly, feeling your hands do the same. He screams, his hot semen coating the floor.
Y/n: Good boy.
He hums, giving you a tired smile. You pull your fingers out slowly, hearing him whimper at the loss of contact.
Y/n: Ready for your tail, darling?
He nods, wiggling his ass to show that he wants it despite how wrecked his hole feels.
You add lube onto the plug, just so it can slide easier into your puppy's abused hole.
He giggles as it slides in with ease. His hole swallowing around the base of the plug.
Y/n: Such a pretty pup.
He rolls onto his back, mindlessly rubbing at his erect nipples.
You lean over, replacing his hands with your lips. He arches his back off the floor, loving your hot tongue on his body.
He whines and moans as you cover him in hickeys, making sure to choose places only you can see them. You kiss his mouth, feeling him smile against your lips.
Y/n: We're not done yet, baby.
Yunho looks at you with curious eyes. He didn't bring a strap-on with him, so he wonders what you have in mind.
You position yourself on all fours, your hands behind your back as you wiggle your ass in the air. His eyes get super wide; is this really happening?
Y/n: Show me how much you've missed me, hm? Wanna make Mistress feel full good?
That made Yunho let out a pornographic mewl. He's always been the one getting stuffed with your strap. He loves it - don't get him wrong - but he's always wanted to fuck you like a good puppy.
He crawls over to you, holding your neck down to the floor.
Y/n: That's it, darling. Fuck me like the mutt that you are.
Yunho growls, shoving his cock into your welcoming cunt. He's never felt such warmth and wetness before. This is so euphoric, he'd cum just from entering you.
He doesn't let you adjust to his huge girth, fucking into your pussy with an animalistic pace. One hand holds your wrists together while the other digs into your hips.
His cock stretched you out so painfully good, you're screaming his name over and over again.
Despite getting fucked from behind, you stare up at him with a dominant gaze. He loves that you still have control over him even when he's fucking you this way.
He leans his hips forward, hitting your cervix at a rapid pace.
Y/n: Make me cum all over your cock, puppy.
Yunho growls, slamming into you so desperate and rough. He moves his hand off your hip and rubs on your clit.
He wants you to cum so he can stuff you and fuck the cum into you.
Y/n: Gonna cum, baby.
He continues his pace, feeling you squirt all over him and the floor. He doesn't stop, chasing after his own high.
He slams into you one last time and cums deep inside your begging cunt. He just thrusts and thrusts, loving the way he's stuffing you.
Y/n: Pull out, darling. We need to go home.
He's still non-verbal, but he nods his head so you know he understands.
He slowly pulls out, watching the cum drip out of your soaking pussy.
He gazes in amazement, wondering when he'll be able to fuck you like this.
Y/n: We can talk about us tomorrow, okay?
Yunho nods, happy he got his Mistress back.
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a/n: okay, so... i might have gotten carried away here. but i'm not sorry, tbh. thanks for reading ‹𝟹
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ladyelissarose · 6 months
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Pls pls pls it u havnt done this already (if u have LMK) but ghost comforting civilian!reader who is really sick but they are in denial and want to go to work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello babes!! No I haven’t done such yet so here you go!!!
Thank you sm for the ask too!! Makes me happy🤗 Let me know what you think…
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“Darliiiing… please stay it’s.. it’s too early-“
Simon Riley’s words slurred a bit as he whined into his pillow, growing upset at the feeling of his hand on the side of your bed, feeling the fading warmth from when you were there minutes ago snuggled up by his side.
“Simon I have a presentation to give at work today for the new employees and I’m already running late because I couldn’t stop trembling in the shower and feeling dizzy- woahhh….”
Simon immediately lifted his head from his squished and hugged pillow (something he wished was you instead under him as he squeezed you impossibly tight and refused to let you go) and he looked at you with wide eyes as he caught you holding onto the wall maintaining your balance, with a hand holding your head as your doe eyes were screwed shut, as if you were in pain. Before you could move you felt a pair of warm steady hands clutch onto your chilling waist and give a light squeeze with soft words,
“Love you ok?”
To his sweet words you desperately wanted to say, ‘No love I feel awful please carry me to bed and hold me until it stops.’
But you had a mean boss that wouldn’t take sick days kindly and pile excruciating triple work to make up for it, something you passionately hated because the hours were sickening and the work was close to slavery.
And plus, Simon had just come back from a long mission and all you wanted to do was take care of him, love on him, cook and do all the things for your hard working man, so.. you reluctantly stood straight and mustered your best smile. “Oh love I’m ok, just got a little dizzy, I think I- oh!”
Soon that warm hand found your forehead followed by Simon gasping lowly,
“Darling you’re burning up! No no, we need to- love!!”
You snatched yourself away from him as you stood up straight again and put your foot down with a supposed authority,
“I’m fine Simon! I promise! I took a hot shower and and- we’ll you know I got to go. Get back in bed and rest, you have a lot of hours to make up for sleep because- we’ll you know-“ Simon huffed out and placed a hand on his hip where his sweats hugged him nicely, and the other pinched his crooked nose while he breathed heavily through it.
Why in the world did he get stuck with such a hard working woman who was just as stubborn as he was? He didn’t know, but he loved you regardless and would do anything in his power to break you, to protect you before something else did and hurt you.
Simon could see it in you, he’s seen it in himself; the tired dark circled eyes, slumped shoulders probably stinging in pain from trying to remain straight, the slight quiver to the lips because your holding all the unsaid words in, and the fiddling fingers attached to shaking arms, aching to be held in a reassuring and loving hold.
“- its for the best for you to rest Si, come on don’t worry about me-“
Simon raised a hand up to signal you to stop rambling as he lastly said,
“Love, don’t fight it- get in my hoodie and in bed now.”
Silence filled the room before a shaky breath was released from your lips followed by a hesitant yet firm,
“No. I need to go to work Simon. I’ll see you later.”
Before Simon could say another word you had already spun on your heel and began to walk towards the door, leaving him a tad upset that you were refusing to take care of yourself. And he didn’t want to push you harshly to the point you cried- caused he hated to see you cry, but he needed to find another way before you left and faced the hard day feeling the way you were.
“Bye Simon- Oh- *bang* OW!!!”
That sounded like you had just fallen- maybe because you had gotten dizzy again but it was worse.
“LOVE?!!”
Simon called out panically as he raced out of his room, to see you at the front door on your knees with your hands flat on the ground, your trembling becoming more visible since you didn’t get up. In an instant Simon was on the ground with you trying to get you to talk since you also refused to look up from the ground.
“Love? Sweetheart are you ok? You probably hurt your knees- look at me.”
He gently grabbed your chin but you held firm, making him sigh when he also felt you trying but failing to stand up. Simon knew you were a tough one but jeez he just wished you’d take a moment and stop- “Love c’mon that’s it-“
“*sniff*.. m’sorry Si, I just don’t feel good.”
Finally, you broke, you soft sniffles breaking Simon’s heart in the process, he hated to see you in pain too.
“Tha’s my good girl.” Simon mumbled such under his breath as his heart dropped with sympathy while he watched your face finally lift up to his. Eyes now puffy and watery as your bottom lip jutted out,
“I jus’ wanted to *sniff*- m’sorry-“
Simon reached down to kiss your now red nose before cooing,
“No no, no apologies. It’s ok, c’mon sweet girl, let me take care of you.”
Under Ghost was the most gentle man named Simon Riley, the man that could be a killing machine on orders but in his freedom he was an angel at heart. Under his spell of love and true devotion to you you crumbled in his arms as he lifted you carefully bridal style.
“i’s alright now- I’ll take care of everything-“
“But my boss-“
“Can kiss my ass if he wants to drag you out of my arms, and then meet my fists for doing such eh?”
A little giggle mixed with a dry cough came out of you but Simon only smiled as he squeezed you tighter.
Soon you were all cocooned in your shared bed after Simon helped you get into his comfortable hoodie and helped you take some medicine- (well he practically had to hold you down between his legs so you could take it) then now you watched him with bright eyes as he walked in slowly with some warm soup.
“Jus’ for you love… oh and you won’t be hearing from your boss for a while-“
Knowing what he was capable of you right away asked with a slight sternness.
“What did you do Simon Riley?”
Raising a brow at your tone Simon chuckled,
“Thought you’d tune that attitude down a notch but to answer you- let’s just say he’s still in tact but well aware of another shape he could have if he didn’t listen.”
“Si-“
Shaking his head at you Simon placed the warm soup on his lap as he settled by your side with a spoonful already in hand,
“Simon says to be sweet and to eat your soup- now open up my love.”
He attentively looked into your eyes which made you blush and smile sheepishly as you listened,
“Thank you Simon.”
Placing the spoon between your lips gently Simon smiled back as he watched you sigh happily at its taste. Then he bopped your nose with his pinky as he replied,
“You’re welcome love.”
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suckondescoconuts · 10 months
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Sᴀɴᴇᴍɪ Sʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ༄
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𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃
𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝
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𐦐ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕖𐦐
When I first saw this man, I was in love, UNTIL I saw him in the anime being a total dick head to Tanjiro and Nezuko. That doesn't mean I hate him it just means he's not my top favorite.
I think Genya is above him (damn).
Ok going through, he's not gentle nor is he going to hurt you either, he definitely has a soft side. It might take a while to get to that soft side from him because he doesn't know how to express it.
He likes doing it from behind, but he also likes seeing your face, so beware there might be a mirror in front of y'all when you guys do it and or he's going to pull your hair to look directly at him. Likes showing off his scars too, even likes it more when you trace yours fingers on top of them.
Yes, he's a loving partner, but that doesn't mean he's not going to degrade you in bed.
Doesn't like physical affection out in the open only in the private of your home, but if he must, he will wrap his arms around you and kiss you on the lips to show that you are his.
Gets jealous easily so watch out or he'll literally, I mean LITERALLY kill that person that's flirting with you.
I think I found our tsundere over here lol.
Spanking, biting, pulling.
I think he's worst than his brother.
Laughs and makes fun of you if you squirt. He also then smirks at you with those damn eyes of his and demands for you to do that again.
And like his brother, he praises himself for making you do that with only his body.
I thought Genya was bad on the dirty talking, but look at his brother.
Now that I think of it, I don't think Genya is the type to make you cry (sorry I was wrong that part) Sanemi took that title, but the bruising your ass and pussy making it hurt in the morning is both of them.
When y'all are done, I'm warning you, your cervix is throbbing in pain from his rough thrusting.
And like I keep sayin HES WORST THAN HIS BROTHER.
But he'll still praises you for you taking him so well.
Peppers your face with kisses and rub your stomach from the aching feeling that he conflicted on it doing to your intercourse. Loving man at the end.
𐦐𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𐦐
Things weren't going so well for you today.
When you and Sanemi went out to get somethings from the market, a man showed up and started to compliment you, well that's what you thought was going on. Sanemi on the other hand thought this man was flirting with you and tried to kill the man. You had to restrain him away from the poor guy and restore him that he was over reacting, he didn't like that and said to you that you were in trouble when y'all got home.
He turned around and started to walk the path towards the house. You followed behind trying to convince him you did nothing wrong.
"Sanemi calm down your causing a ruckus for no absolutely reason and I did nothing wrong!"
Sanemi stopped in his track and thrashed his head around to look at you over his shoulder, he had given you a death stare before looking back forward and started to continue his walking.
When the house came in view he opened the door, he stopped again and turn towards you to give you a direction.
"Go to the bedroom and strip all your clothes off. Now."
"Nemi"
"You heard me, go do as I say."
You did.
Sanemi came into the room with his shoes off and stared at your naked body. He walked towards you and spanked your ass, you squeak at the contact of his hand to your ass.
"Your a slut you know that." He whispered into your ear.
"I want you to strip my clothes off one by one while you stare at me with those beady eyes of yours."
You turned around looking at him into his eyes and started to take his shirt off, you went down on your knee to unbuckle his belt before pulling his pants down to his ankle. His lifted foot off the floor and kicked his pants to somewhere in the room. His underwear was the only thing left to be seen. Lifting up your hand you gripped his underwear and pulled them down again to his ankle and again he kicked them off to the side.
You brought your hand up to his dick and grabbed it, massaging it up and down while you started to kitty lick the tip, but before you can do anything else Sanemi tangled his hand into your hair and pulled your hair roughly to look at him into his eyes.
"We won't be doing that today, I need to punish you and doing that would be a reward for you."
And with that he stepped back and laid down onto the ground, folding his arms to lay his head onto.
"What are you waiting for, get up and ride my dick you fuckin whore."
You did what told and sat on top of him, but on his stomach not his dick yet. You took your hand out and grabbed the penis that was behind you and brought it up to your pussy lips.
You slammed your hips down until all of him was inside you and moaned at the delight feeling of him.
"Sanemi~"
You laid your arms on his chest and started to move your hips up and down.
"Go faster."
"I'm try-ing my best here."
"Well your not doing enough."
Then he wrapped his hands around your hips and lifted his own hips up, thrusting into you in a fast pace hitting your cervix with so much force your surprise you haven't fallen off of him yet probably from his gripping your hips.
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"Ahh fuck Sanemi!"
"Yeah you like that slut."
Then his hand was brought down onto your ass again, spanking you multiple times in a row.
"Omg, omg, omg, I think imma about to cum!"
"Yes, yes, cum all over my dick baby."
Then you did, it was the hardest cum you ever had in your life and Sanemi came right after you, he pulled out and came all over your ass and some on the lower end of your back.
You guys had a little breather before Sanemi laid his hand on you back rubbing it and kiss the top of your crown lovingly.
"You alright?"
"Yeah, god that was the hardest cum that ever left my body."
He started to laugh really hard and loud and then looked at you into you eyes.
"Really, damn, that means I'm really good at it then." He said smirking right atcha.
𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂'𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓾𝔂𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓰 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓑𝓨𝓔
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hangmanssunnies · 11 months
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Square Peg, Round Hole
Summary: You love Bradley Bradshaw. He really is like a dream. You just wish that your parents didn't love him as much as you do.
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Pairings: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader
Word count: 2k
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Warnings: complicated parental relationship, childhood trauma, venting, healthy relationship, bad jokes, slight angst. Let me know if I missed any.
Authors note: Did this scene in The Good Place ever make you cry? Or have your parents ever liked your partner more than you? If so, this fic goes out to you. <3
"Was I too much with your parents again?" He asks you. It's only moments after he passed you a milkshake and eased his foot off the break. The Bronco creeps forward out of the drive-thru, and Bradley checks both ways before turning back on the road home. You sip your milkshake and consider his words carefully. 
It was one of those things. It didn't bother you…not really, but then again, maybe it did. You had always felt that you weren't really meant to be your parents' kid. And you loved your parents, of course you did, but it never really fit not the way it was supposed to. And your parents were bursting at the seams for parental love. You just weren't really the right shape for it. On the other hand, Bradley Bradshaw was the perfect shape; your parents adored him, and he loved them right back. The only reason Sunday brunch had started as a tradition was because of Bradley willing it into existence. You think your parents were more into Bradley than flies were with honey. They just clicked and latched on to Bradley's natural charisma and bright personality. 
It was a beautiful thing for you to think about sometimes. How, at least, you could bring them together. It wasn't your purpose to be your parents' perfect kid. It was your destiny to unite this lonely man with a family, though. It's hard to describe. It's not like you saw Bradley in any shape or form, your brother. However, you knew that if they felt they could get away with it, your parents would choose Bradley over you if you ever broke up. 
"No." It's not until you say it that you realize it's true. "No, you've made me love my parents again."
"What is it then?" He asks. 
"It's hard sometimes to see you with them. See how they are with you," You laugh and put your milkshake down in the free drink holder next to Bradley's own. "I mean, my dad watched four documentaries on the Navy and listens to a podcast about the history of TOP GUN while he drives to work. Then, my mom, she tells you to eat more! She fucking glows when you agree to play that cheesy keyboard they bought me in high school. The one that I never learned to play." You're quiet for a moment then, spinning your ring around your finger, fiddling with it. You hope the action will put you at ease, but it's primarily unsuccessful. You want to try to explain yourself more, and the hurt aching in your chest. However, the words don't come, forcing you to sit there with it. 
"I'm sorry," Bradley eventually says. 
"I don't want you to be sorry. I think you are the most amazing man on the planet," You immediately tell him, not wanting Bradley to get how you were feeling all twisted in his own head. 
"I'm not sorry for my actions. I'm sorry for you, baby. I'm sorry for the hurt you feel," He amends in a soft, gentle tone.
"Don't be sorry for me, Bradley. I have a happier family than I ever dreamed about in my adult life." Despite your brave words, a few tears burst from your eyes. You quickly wipe them away, drying your hands on your side. It feels like when you forget to grab a napkin for the movie theater popcorn, not really gone, mostly just smudged. 
"The way they are with you made me realize I was wrong. I think that's my big issue. I always thought they just weren't built to be parents. They weren't meant to love someone else like that. So, it wasn't that they couldn't change or they didn't have the capacity to love me. It's that I wasn't ever good enough for them."
Bradley's heart fucking broke hearing your confession. It broke into a hundred more pieces than he thought it could. He loved your parents and couldn't conceptualize any parents making you feel the way you did. His own parents had loved him wholeheartedly and openly right up until the moment they took their last breaths. They were never shy about it either, ensuring he knew they adored him. He never questioned that he was loved. Having made it one of his life missions to love you, he never wanted to see you feel anything less than that. Yet, you could tell the idea of it all made him uncomfortable. 
"So, I'm not mad at you. I'm not even mad at them because they are so happy. I love seeing them so happy, and I love seeing you so happy. All of that makes me happy. I'm not actually mad at myself, but maybe I'm mad at the little girl inside me. Or maybe she's mad at me. But either way, one of us, or both of us. Me. I wasn't enough for them to love me like that, and I never will be." Abandoning your ring, you clench your hands over your knees hard. The winded explanation made your emotions regarding the situation bubble hotly in you as more tears threatened to spill. You stop looking out the window and decide that Bradley's broad form is much better at capturing your attention.
  "First," Bradley starts, slowly drawing out the word, "I want to say I think you are enough, and I love you so much. Next, will you hold my hand?" Bradley's primary love language was physical touch. He was always touch starved. Any time he was with you, he needed to touch you somehow, even if it was just the edge of your foot pressed into his calf. Sometimes he twisted his pinky with yours or would stroke an ankle on the couch when your feet were in his lap. You knew he needed to touch you to feel reassured. You took his hand then, slotting your fingers together. You could see him visibly relax and shift at your touch like it helped pull him back from an edge.
"Thank you," you whisper in a watery voice. 
"How can I support you right now, my love? Would you like me to listen, or do you want a solution? Or I can call your parents and tell them off." Bradley's deep timber tells you just how serious and involved he is in this conversation despite driving. Fuck, you loved how good Bradley was at communicating. You were worried about being with him at first. Military men don't really have the best reputations, but he was so mature and so good to you. You were unreasonably in love with him, it was consuming, but that wasn't something you were upset about. 
"Can you listen a little more?" You ask. 
"Of course, baby. Why do you think these ears are so big? It's to hear you better." 
"Bradley," you whine with a half laugh. Bradley's mouth spreads into a wide grin, and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. Only when his thumb starts tracing soothing circles into your skin do you find the energy to speak again. "When I was growing up, they weren't how they are now. And every time we see them, part of me is always prepared for how they used to be. For them to be cold and mean, or indifferent, or criticizing, or any of the other things that made me feel so much less than. I wish I could just accept that they had changed, but I don't think I'll ever really believe that, no matter how much time has passed. And then it's so frustrating that I'm caught up on this. I'm an adult! So, why do they have this grip on me? I just want to be free. I want to be done with this hurt."
"There is nothing wrong with you feeling this way. That little girl in you that they hurt, that they still hurt. She is allowed to have her feelings hurt, but I don't think that you should ignore her and how she feels like they did."
"I don't know how to do that, Bradley. I can't just be having a breakdown all the time."
"Well, we can start by making sure you feel safe." He pulls the Bronco into the driveway and puts it in park. As soon as he does, he turns to give you his full attention. 
"We are home, and you're safe. You are also so loved. I love you and the little girl you used to be too. I know I can't fix this hurt for you, but I want to see you happy, and I want to help in any way I can. Okay?"  Bradley's big eyes sparkle with emotion, and you are briefly concerned that he might cry too. When you give him a small nod he continues, "Well, we can talk about this more whenever ready, and we can work through it however you need." 
"You don't have to take care of me, Bradley."
"I want to," He says earnestly. "I maybe even need to sometimes. So, if you'll let me when you need that or want that, I'd love to take care of you. I think you don't let me do enough."
You take a deep, slow breath to steady yourself. Bradley's face is serious but open. His lips pull taught under his mustache, with his warm eyes still a little misty. Leaning forward, you connect your lips with his. It doesn't even take a moment for Bradley's lips to move with yours softly. The gentle comfort of his lips makes you feel a little warm and gooey. The tears dripping off your face. The storm cloud hovering over you doesn't disappear, but the rain lets up a little, and you feel like you can breathe right again. Pulling away from Bradley, you give him a weak smile before requesting, "Please make me laugh."
"Yes, Ma'am. I think that's something I can do." He says after leaning over the console to peck your lips one more time. "What do you call a fish wearing a bow tie?" 
"What?" 
"Sofishticated."
The terrible joke does get a small snort out of you, and you roll your eyes at him. "You could have done better than that."
"I will have you know I have been working on that joke for weeks and was saving it for our aquarium date." That gets another chuckle out of you, and a wide triumphant grin spreads across Bradley's face. However, it fades a bit as he cups your face and swipes away the remaining tears off your cheek. "Can I actually say something more?"
"Yes, of course," you answer.  
"I'm sorry I don't have parents to give you and make you feel jealous, baby." He didn't say it in a condescending way. He was genuine in his want. You knew that if Nick and Carole were still alive, he would wish you were getting the mountains of love they would have showered on you.
"I'm not trying to make anything about your parents about me," you tell him quickly.
"You aren't," he reassures you. "They would have loved you, though."
"Thank you, Bradley. Now can we drink milkshakes and watch our show?" 
"Absolutely, baby," He says as he reluctantly lets go of your hand. Immediately grabbing it again when you two are out of the car and walking inside. 
"You know, I do have Mav, and you are more than welcome to him." 
"Maverick!?" You giggle at the very idea of Bradley's charming uncle and pseudo-father spending time with you. 
"I promise, he is just waiting to get rid of me. And he already likes you more."
"One, Mav loves you. And two, no one could want to get rid of you, Bradley,” you protest.
"Are you sure about that?" He asks.
"Yes, I'm very sure because I want to keep you forever."
"Yours forever? I like the sound of that."
"Me too," you tell him squeezing his hand before letting go to unlock the door. Bradley's free arm wraps around your waist, and he starts peppering your neck with tickling kisses, not caring how much harder it makes for you to get the door open. 
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anxious-witch · 3 months
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So a continuation of this soulmate poly! JO au
So! Again, this is not my usual high quality stuff, isn't beta read or edited and I have been feeling kinda eh about writing lately so...yeah. Be warned before going into it. But so many of your wanted some sort of conclusion so I had to give you one. I hope it's at least somewhat satisfying.
This needed a warning for vomitting not the last one my bad, also TW for Bojan's general low self esteem
Bojan wasn't feeling well. And it wasn't only because he was hungover from the whole spiked drink yesterday. No. It was also due to the fact that now they all knew that he was their fifth soulmate.
He woke up surrounded by three of them. Jure was curled around his right side, with Kris' arm thrown over both him and Bojan. Bojan was snuggled in Jan's chest and Jan's hand protectively hovered over his head.
Nace was probably already up. Bojan laid there fir a moment. Soaking in the warmth. For once, his soulmark didn't ache but instead hummed pleasantly. 
It felt so natural, it was hard to remember why he was so scared of it. 
Then a sudden nausea hit him and he had to practically launch himself from the bed. Jan stirred and sleepily called out to him, but Bojan didn't turn. He ran to the bathroom, just in time to throw up in the toilet.
He wasn't sure how he ended up on his knees and gripping the toilet. He also wasn't sure when Jan joined him by sitting on the floor and rubbing his back. 
Only when he stopped throwing up for more than a few seconds did he lean more into the comforting touch. 
"Aren't you supposed to be angry at me?" Bojan mumbled tiredly.
"Oh, I am furious," Jan said easily, "I just don't see the point of having this conversation until you feel better."
Bojan made a pityful sound, closing his eyes. His head hurt, his stomach hurt, his soulmark ached. He just wanted to die.
"You might as well. I am feeling miserable anyway. We can go for full physical and emotional destruction."
Jan sighed and gently ran his head through Bojan's hair. 
"Kris went to make you tea and Jure to dig out some painkillers. Nace will probably make something to eat when he comes back from his run, if he hasn't already."
Jan scratched his scalp, like he was a dog. It was pleasant though and Bojan couldn't help but let iut a sigh and lean into it. 
"I don't deserve you guys."
The fingers in his hair froze. You said something stupid again, Bojan's mind hissed.
"We'll talk about that too."
"I'm sorry."
Jan continued stroking his hair, but didn't reply. Bojan's soulmarked burned like a brand. He hates you, he hates you, he will never forgive you-
Kris arrived at that moment, taking in their state. His eyes softened as he watched them.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like shit. I don't know if you are asking physically or mentally, but the answer is the same."
Kris crouched down and gently put his hand on Bojan's forehead. His eyes fluttered shut at the gesture.
"You don't have a temperature," he mused, "which means just a bad hangover. You should come back to bed. I bought a bucket if you are sick again. And there is tea and painkillers. Nace is making pancakes too."
Bojan felt a sudden pressure of tears. Why were they all so nice? So considerate? Shouldn't they be yelling and demanding an explanation? He felt like he'd prefer that. It was what he deserved.
"Bojan, hey, what's wrong? Does something hurt?"
Kris gentle voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he realized he was crying. He shook his head and covered him face. 
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Why wre you all being nice? Why aren't you yelling at me? Why-"
"Shhh." 
Kris hugged him to his chest and Bojan's body shook im his embrace. He kept a litany of apologies through the sobs.
"Jan, go tell Nace to finish pancakes later. I will get Bojan to the bedroom. I think we all need to talk first."
Jan probably nodded, because Bojan heard him get up and step out of the bathroom. Then Kris gently picked him up. Bojan didn't even complain, simply buried his face in Kris' chest. 
He carried him to the bedroom.
"What happened? Is he alright?"
Bojan's heart squeezed at Jure's worried tone, but he didn't feel capable of answering. Which was why he was thankful for Kris.
"I am not sure. He started apologizing and then burst into tears. I think everything is hitting him just now. And you know how the bond can be overwhelming at first."
When he put Bojan on the bed, Jure curled at his back. Bojan reached out with one hand to him. 
And Jure took it, interlacing their fingers. His and Kris' presence calmed him down slightly. Enough for him to stop babbling apologies at least, if not stop crying yet. 
"Oh, Bojan," he heard Nace say from further away. 
Then two more bodies joined the pile. Bojan could recognize each, despite having his face buried in Kris's chest. 
That slowly made him calm down enough to stop the tears and carefully pull back from Kris' chest.
Kris didn't let him go far, gripping his waist when he tried to. Which was ridiculous, because they all surrounded him. He cleared his throat, blood rushing to his cheeks.
“Right. Can we just…get this over with, please?”
“Get it over with?” Jan hissed.
Bojan flinched a bit at his tone, ducking down to hide in Kris’ chest again.
“Jan,” Nace chastised him from somewhere behind his back, “Let's try and do this calmly.”
Jure squeezed his hand and then Jan swore, almost as if someone elbowed him.
“Fine.”
“Bojan, could you sit up, please?” Nace asked.
Did he have much of a choice at this point? Bojan sat up, suddenly much more aware of four pairs of eyes watching him.
He stubbornly stared into his lap.
“Tell us what happened,” Jure urged gently. 
“I was at the bar, I was flirting with a guy. He drugged my drink.”
Jan sighed loudly, but it was Kris who spoke up.
“That's not what we are asking. We want to know why you don't want us.”
That made him snap his head up, staring at Kris in disbelief. Kris, who was biting his lip and looked incredibly close to tears.
“What? I never said that!”
“You made it quite clear.”
Bojan felt as if he'd been slapped. He could take them being angry, or even saying they don't want him anymore, but he couldn't take them thinking he didn't want them.
“That's not true at all! Of course I want you!”
Kris did not look particularly convinced, hunching in on himself. Bojan met Jan's eyes instead.
“Then why didn't you say anything? Jesus, Bojan Kris knows you for a decade.”
“Because by the time I realized, the two of you were already together! And then I couldn't say anything because I thought that if you had each other, why would you want me?”
Jan took in a sharp breath and Kris paled noticeably, but Bojan wasn't done. He turned his eyes to Jure.
“So I kept silent, until Jure came along. And then he fit right in. Not just in the band, but with the two of you. And I thought, fuck, I'm too late. So I didn't say anything again. By the time Nace came into the picture, I-I had no idea what to do. Besides, we all know I would ruin this.”
Jure crossed the distance between them in a second, practically launching himself towards Bojan and pulling him into a hug. 
“Never,” Jure said vehemently.
Bojan felt a sudden wave of love wash over him. It took him a second to realize it wasn't coming from him, but from the Jure's side of the bond.
It was enormous and overwhelming and Bojan was completely unprepared for it. Which made panic seize his chest. 
Then, Nace was there, putting a hand on the back of his neck.
“Breathe. I know it's overwhelming at first, but just breathe through it. Jure, back up a bit he isn't used to the bond yet.”
The sensation eased up a bit, even if Jure didn't let go of him. Bojan took in a shaky breath. 
“Why do you think you'd ruin it?” Kris asked after a moment. 
Feeling their emotions in tandem with their words was new. Even without prying, he could feel hurt and worry from Kris. Bojan realized with a pang that that meant they could feel the turmoil of his emotions, too.
This was exactly what he wanted to spare them from.
“Because of this! I am difficult to deal with. I know all of you know it, because you had to deal with me. But that's different from being in a relationship with me. Kris met like, all of my girlfriends, he can testify.”
Jure's arms tighten against him, paired up with a slight pang of annoyance. Bojan bit his lip to stop himself from apologizing. They should be aware of what they were getting into.
He expected Kris to look angry or maybe defeated, but instead he looked thoughtful. 
“From what I remember of that, the biggest issue was you putting us and the band in general before them. Which wouldn't be a problem here, would it?”
Bojan stared. He never thought of it like that. 
“That's still not a good idea. I am difficult to deal with. You'll get tired of me.”
Jan snorted and Bojan turned to glare. Jan met his gaze calmly.
“Right. Because before this we never took care of you being sick every two to three weeks? Nace didn't calm you when you got panic attacks? Jure and I don't regularly feed you because you are unable to cook more than two meals? Kris doesn't have your schedule memorized and reminds you of what you need to do?”
Bojan felt as if Jan's gaze was burning through him, right into his soul. He ducked his head. Except, Jan reached out and Jure moved, curling at his left so Jan could tilt Bojan's chin up. 
“Look at me.”
So Bojan did, a zing of electricity going down his spine as he did so. Any rational argument he had got thrown outside of the window.
“You borrow our clothes and you cuddle with us and we are all together almost 24/7. Why the fuck would that change if we were in a relationship with you?”
Bojan opened and closed his mouth several times, feeling as if Jan had just knocked out all the cards from his hands. Like all the insecurities that held him back were insignificant in the face of Jan's argument.
His head suddenly started hurting even more and he closed his eyes.
“I don't know.”
“Alright. Postponing the rest of this for later. Bojan, go brush your teeth, we'll bring tea and painkillers in the meantime.”
Leave it to Kris to organize everything in a second. 
“Can't I get a coffee?” Bojan asked, peering at him and pointedly avoiding Jan's gaze.
“After we are sure you won't throw up again. Do you need help getting up?”
Jan finally let go of his chin and Bojan tried not to feel disappointed. He never kissed any of them properly, it was always something for the cameras. 
He wondered what it would be like to kiss them for real. 
That thought scared him enough to jolt him into action and he quickly got up from the bed. Too quickly, since dark spots began to dance in his vision.
Nace swore and reached out to steady him. 
“I'll go with him-”
“No,” Jan interrupted, “you go finish those pancakes. I got him.”
Bojan tensed. It wasn't that he didn't trust Jan, because he did. He trusted all of them with his life. The thing was, Jan seemed the most angry out of all of them and he didn't sugarcoat anything. Bojan wasn't sure how being alone with him would go.
No one protested though, Kris simply exchanged a long look with Jan and then nodded.
Bojan wondered if that simply cane with sharing a bond for so long and then he suddenly felt very, very lonely.
So he didn't protest when Jan took Nace's place and led him to the bathroom. He took his toothbrush and brushed his teeth. Jan walked closer and took his own, so they both brushed their teeth and Bojan tried not to think about how domestic that felt.
That distracted him enough for him not to notice that the toothbrush was the exact same one he had at home until after he finished.
“Since when does Nace have everyone's spare toothbrush?”
“Since we all started dating?”
Bojan started at Jan through the mirror. Jan calmly washed his mouth with water. 
“I haven't been dating you.”
Jan sighed as he stood upright again and put his toothbrush back where it belonged.
“No. But even before the soulmark, you were always considered welcome. I think…on some level we all knew.”
Bojan swallowed against sudden urge to cry again. 
“I should have known. The way you looked when we saw Nace's mark, I-”
“Don't say that. You didn't know because I didn't want you to. It's not your fault.”
Jan gave him a wry smile, shaking his head.
“Isn't it? Maybe if we figured it out sooner, you wouldn't think you were unwanted. For seven years, apparently.”
Jan's emotions were more guarded than Kris’ and yet, Bojan could practically taste the bitterness and hurt pouring from him. 
Bojan couldn't help but reach for him, but as soon as he touched his arm, Jan tensed. 
“I'm sorry. It-it's not your fault, okay? I promise.”
Jan pursed his lips.
“If you say so.”
He stepped closer then closer again, until their chests were almost touching. Jan didn't stop him, but also didn't make any moves towards him, either.
Bojan cupped his face and pressed his lips to his anyway, trying to pour all his mixed feelings into it. Then Jan moved, pinning him back against the sink. Bojan gasped and Jan took that opportunity to deepen the kiss.
There was so much longing in the kiss, Bojan kept trying to pull him closer, making a protesting noise when Jan pulled back.
“This is a bad idea. We need to talk this through first.”
“Oh.”
Jan was probably right. It was not a good idea, especially with the mess of emotions Bojan was feeling. Still, it was difficult not to feel a pang of disappointment. He felt…rejected.
He nodded and hung his head low.
“Fuck. Bojan that isn't-Hey.”
Jan lifted his chin once more and Bojan shivered. Something about the gesture made Bojan feel very small in comparison. 
“I am not rejecting you. This is just because I don't want to take this too far before you feel secure in the bond, okay?”
Bojan swallowed and watched and Jan's eyes traced the movement.
“Okay.”
Jan took in a deep breath and then took a step back. Then he extended his hand out to Bojan.
“Com'on now. The others are waiting.”
Then he was tugged back into the bedroom. Jure and Kris were sitting on the bed and talking quietly, while Nace still didn't return. They went quiet once they entered and Bojan tried not to fidget.
“Don't stop on my account,” he mumbled, trying to get under the covers.
Perhaps he could suffocate himself under the blankets.
“Wait! The painkillers!”
Bojan stopped halfway, and Kris handed his the painkillers and the water. He tried not to make a face at being treated like a child. Firstly Jan with pulling back and now the rest of them eith treating him like he was fragile. They cared and objectively, he was aware he scared them last night.
So he took them and handed the glass back to Kris. Then he got under the covers and buried his face into a pillow.
“Why is he sulking?” Kris asked, directing the question at Jan.
“He kissed me and I said I don't want things to escalate until he feels comfortable with the bond.”
“He wasn't too happy about that, huh?”
Bojan was about to snap at them for talking like he wasn't there, but then another person shuffled under the covers and pulled him closer. Jure.
Jure's emotions were always on the surface and Bojan could feel them much easier than Jan's. There was a sense of deep contentment that he didn't expect.
Jure pressed a kiss into his hair and Bojan felt his annoyance begin to dissipate. Kris shuffled closer and began petting his hair and-yeah, okay, he could get used to that.
He was starting to drift when Nace came back, announcing that the pancakes were done. Bojan groggily got up, rubbing at his eyes.
“You can eat later if you are tired,” Nace said with such a soft look, Bojan felt the need to squirm.
“But I want pancakes,” he protested.
Jan laughed.
“Just let him eat. Maybe that'll wake him up.”
Bojan glared.
“Maybe now I won't go exactly because of that.”
Jan smirked.
“Well good thing we can all carry you then, no?”
“No-”
Nace crossed the room in a few steps and picked him up as if he weighed nothing. Bojan squealed. He knew Nace could pick him up, but actually being picked up was quite different.
He wrapped his arms around Nace's neck, even if he was pretty sure Nace wouldn't drop him.
“Rude,” he mumbled in his neck. 
He was lulled once again into a feeling of contentment that simply radiated from the bond. Was it supposed to feel like that? Did it always feel like that for them? 
Nace gently dropped him in a chair at the dining table. Bojan absent mindedly reached for the pancakes while the others all took their seats.
“Does it always feel like that? The bond, I mean.”
Kris cocked his head.
“How does it feel?”
“Content. Calming. Like…things clicked in place.”
Kris’ gaze softened. 
“Not quite. There was always something missing. Like the connection flowed between the four of us and then it just…hit a wall.”
“Oh.”
Bojan fidgeted with his knife before anxiously taking the jam and smearing it over the pancake. He wasn't sure what to say.
“We have been waiting for you,” Nace added softly.
And this, this was exactly what Bojan wanted to avoid. He covered his face, willing himself not to cry again.
“This is why I didn't say anything. I don't-I can't complete you.”
“You already do.”
He began shaking his head, but then Kris was gently pulling his hands away from his face.
“We already acted like you are a part of this relationship, excluding kissing and sex. You already cuddle and steal all of our clothes. You hate being alone so you are in one of our apartments half the time. You already act like you are our boyfriend, this is just a confirmation you belong with us.”
Bojan felt speechless again. So he did one thing he could think about at that moment. He kissed him.
This kiss was much softer than the one he shared with Jan. Kris kissed almost hesitantly, as if not believing he was real. When Bojan tried to press harder, someone cleared their throat and Kris pulled away.
Of course it was Jan.
“Still not a great idea Bojči,” he reminded him.
Bojan stared at Kris, who was still kneeling by his chair, looking a bit dazed.
“Maybe not such a bad idea, if it'll help convince him,” Nace said, shrugging, “But we should wait until after breakfast.”
Bojan's brain came to a screeching halt.
“C-convince me?”
Jure sighed.
“That we want you. Obviously.”
Bojan swallowed. Don't think about it. But Kris was already kneeling and-
“Kris, go sit in your chair before Bojan has another crisis. And let's just finish eating first, yeah? Then we can discuss other things.”
He felt his cheeks heat at Jan's words and Jure chuckled. Kris simply rolled his eyes and went to take his seat.
They all began to eat and Bojan just tried to take everything in as they fell into easy conversation like nothing had happened.
His world tilted on its axis and…kept spinning, almost exactly the same as it had before. And surely, this would change things. Perhaps even his fears would be confirmed with time.
But for now, Bojan sat with four of his soulmates that he loved more than anyone else and simply let himself breathe.
Bojan was born with four stripes on his stomach. Yellow, red, purple and blue. And for the first time, his pink joined into the rainbow it created.
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outofboundsarchives · 6 months
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Sooo i was thinking of literally any character rory plays just face fucking you like gagging and tears and when I say BRUTALLY face fucking you I mean BRUTALLY😍
OKAY SO the first thing that popped into my mind was Jack having a really bad day and coming home to you and deciding the best way to release his stress is to absolutely abuse your throat so here we go!
/Fem reader/
Cw for: Choking, hitting, degrading, slight non con
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It was late, a little later than expected when you heard the front door open and slam shut. You jumped slightly at the noise, scared if it was actually Jack or not until you heard him coming up the stairs.
When he opened the bedroom door, you gave him a sweet smile and greeted him, but he didn't reciprocate. His hair was slightly tangled and poofy, the way it got when he would run his hands through it and tug at the roots from stress. His eyes seemed sunken, and his face remained emotionless.
"Jack?" You tried to get his attention as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and faced him.
"Everything okay?"
He didn't respond at first. He just shook his head like he didn't want to hear the feeble attempts at small talk and ran his hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face as he looked at the floor.
You sit for a moment, watching as his steady breaths move his tense shoulders up and down. You want to know what's wrong, but you're also worried you'll make it worse. His mood swings were almost impossible to navigate, and no matter what you did, you almost always felt like it was your fault.
"Is there anything I can do, baby?" You ask, almost desperate to get a response from him.
He's still for a moment, almost like he's contemplating his next words before he drops his hand to his side and looks at you.
"Yeah, yeah there's something you can do,"
He finally speaks before his hand grabs the back of your neck firmly and pulls you off of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thump. You let out a shocked gasp as your knees hit the old tattered carpet around your bed. You can feel the hard wood underneath pressing into your bones.
You turn your face to look up at him as he pulls you closer to his groin. His hand tightens in your hair as he grinds your mouth against his rough jeans. You whimper as he looks down at you, his expression still blank as his hard cock presses against your lips.
"How about we put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use, hmm?" He asks as his grip tightens slightly.
This isn't how you expected tonight to go, but you weren't going to protest. You knew how he was when he got in these moods, and a deep twisted part of you loved that he wanted you to make him feel better.
He was going to be rough, and it was going to hurt, but you didn't care at that point. Him fucking your face until you were a crying sobbing mess was better than him wordlessly baracading himself in his studio all night, and leaving you to sleep alone while he sulked.
You nod against his crotch as you part your lips and run your tongue across the coarse fabric.
Jack wastes no time as he pulls your head back and holds it against the edge of the bed by your hair, and uses his other hand to open his belt and pull his pants and boxers down just enough to release his aching cock.
He grips his base tightly as he presses his leaking head against your lips. You can feel him pulse against you already, his tip red and swollen as his hips rock against you.
"Open," He demands. No tenderness or sweet coaxing words.
Your lips part, and he shoves past them roughly. You have no time to adjust as his girth stretches the corners of your lips painfully. You whimper, but he doesn't stop.
His head drops, and his hair hangs in front of his face. His eyes are screwed tightly shut as he pushes deeper and deeper. You can feel his grip in your hair tighten as his other hand snakes under your jaw, and he presses his finger into your cheeks on either side to keep your mouth open.
Tears already fill your eyes as you feel him push against the back of your throat. He stops for a moment, his hand shaking as he grips your jaw before he pulls back and then slides his hips forward again.
You try to take a deep breath through your nose, but he's already cutting off your air and pushing down your throat again.
You try to relax. You know if you tense, it'll make it worse, but it's difficult as you feel your nose press against his lower stomach. The hair at the base of his shaft presses against your nose, and you look up at him tearfully.
Jacks lips are parted as he lets out a small groan. His eyes are open as he stares down at your mouth. His face is still void of any emotion besides the slight furrow to his brow.
You feel him pull back again, almost pulling out fully before slamming back against your tightening muscles.
You gag at the sudden abuse, and you try to pull away. Jacks hand releases your jaw, and you feel a hard smack against your cheek.
It's quick and painful. If it wasn't for the stinging heat in your cheek, you could convince yourself it didn't actually happen.
You look up at him, your wide, teary eyes desperate for forgiveness as he grabs your jaw again.
"Stay still," Is all he says before he forces himself into your throat again.
He starts to pick up a rhythm with his thrusts. Each time he pulls back, you try to suck air through your nose before he's choking you again.
As much as you try, you can't stop yourself from gagging. Tears are pouring down your cheeks, and your sinuses are starting to drip. It becomes increasingly harder to breathe, and you place your hands against his thighs to stop him from going too deep.
He uses your head to rock it back and forth, still forcing you to go deeper. You keep your jaw slack and try to force yourself to swallow, but it makes you gag again, and you try to push his legs back.
You hear a slight huff leave his lips before he smacks your hands away and takes a step forward. You try to protest, but his hand runs through the front of your hair as he holds your head back against the bed. His nails scrapping against your scalp send shivers down spine.
Jack releases your jaw and uses his hand to brace his weight on the mattress as he lifts his right leg and places his knee against the edge of the bed.
You feel his thigh press against your cheek, the seam of his jeans digging painfully into your cheek as he thrusts into your mouth.
You let out a cry that's muffled from his cock forcing its way down your tensing throat. His pace becomes relentless as he starts shoving you all the way down to the base.
"Is it really that fucking hard to just sit still?" He groans as he thrusts into your mouth again.
You gag around him, your vision blurred as you reach up and grab his thighs once more, but you don't push him away. You claw at the fabric, but he doesn't relent.
You can feel your saliva dripping down your chin and neck, soaking the front of your shirt as you groan and choke on Jack's cock.
Tears soak your hairline as he runs his hands through your roots and looks down at you.
"You don't listen. You never listen. No one... no one ever fucking listens," He grunts as he continues. You can feel him twitching in your throat as he spills his anger. You knows it's not because of you, but his words create a strange tension in your chest that causes the tears to pour faster.
His movements are rough, almost hateful, and animalistic as he loses regard for your well-being and comfort.
You gag once more. This time is worse than the last, and your body reacts without warning. You try to pull away from him again, but you feel his hand on your cheek.
Your eyes look up at him as he touches you, but the second you make eye contact, he pulls his hand away and smacks you again.
You whine and close your eyes, and when you open them, he smacks you again.
Your sobs are still muffled around him. Unable to cry or protest against his abuse.
"All you have to do is take it and you can't even do that right," He groans as he lifts the hand that's holding his weight, and slides it between his thighs, and wraps it around your throat.
You take in a broken, stuttering inhale through your stuffy nose as you feel the pressure. He doesn't choke you, but he applies pressure to the front of your neck, pushing your esophagus in so he can feel his cock sliding in and out of your throat.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He asks as he pushes against your throat a little harder. "You wanna make me feel better?"
He looks down at you, waiting for any type of reaction so you give a small nod, as much movement as you can manage.
"Then let me use your worthless holes and stop fucking complaining,"
You can't deny it. His words turn you on so much it's painful. You squirm beneath him in a desperate attempt to feel any friction against your own jeans.
You yelp as he slams against your throat again.
Your jaw aches, and the corners of your mouth burn from stretching around him. His hand snakes to the back of your head, lifting it away from the mattress and forcing it against his groin.
At the slightly bent angle, he completely cuts off your air when he pushes all the way back. You start to panic, smacking his leg to get his attention, but he doesn't stop.
You try to pull away again, and he brings his hand up from your throat. You flinch, expecting to feel the familiar sting across your cheek, and you close your eyes in anticipation.
They quickly shoot open as you feel Jack's fingers pinch your nose closed, cutting off your breathing completely.
"You wish you listened now, huh?" He groans through clenched teeth before he bites his lip, trying to contain his sadistic smile.
You look up at him fearfully, but he shows no sign of mercy. His thrusts become more sporadic and vigorous.
"There you go, baby, that's it...that's it doll," He grunts against you.
The pressure starts to build up around your temples, and your body begins to panic. You claw at his thighs, and your feet start kicking against the floor as you try to create any kind of distance between your bodies, but it's useless.
He pushes all the way in, smashing your nose against his groin as the convulsing of your throat causes him to reach his orgasm.
The hand that's holding your hair tightens and shakes as you feel his cock swell in your throat and pulse as hot cums squirts into your mouth. He's so deep you don't even taste it, but you can feel it.
He stays there until every last drop is gone, and the pressure in your head makes you feel like you're going to pass out.
When Jack pulls away, you suck air into your lungs so quickly it burns. You cough and gag against the sensation as your chest heaves.
After a few deep breaths, you rest your weight against the bed and look up at him as you pant.
He releases you to tuck his cock back into his boxers before he gently places his hand against your cheek again.
Your lips are parted. Swollen and puffy red as you look up at him once more. His thumb circles your cheek in a silent "You okay?" And you nod. Neither of you exchanged a word as he buttons his jeans and helps you lay in bed.
He lays next to you, his arms wrapping around you as his face presses into the back of your neck.
"You're so good to me," He says quietly against your ear.
Fun fact, this was gonna be Euronymous, but I couldn't get it right, and Jack is just so angry, so it fits better. Sorry for any errors, and as always, requests are open🖤
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flurrina · 9 months
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❝ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖; 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔. ❞
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•*⁀ your boyfriend is also your professor, thankfully Himeko (the principal) doesn't mind as long as you can keep it hidden. Alas you just had to be a brat, bringing out a more, wild side of ur pretty boy.-felix, @teyvat-writer.
pairing : welt/reader. [mdrn!au-professor!welt]
notes : song. srry fe (felix), i kinda deleted ur ask by posting my draft 🤡 so i hv to write it all over again. v short tbh, watch out for -> non-con, dub-con, nip play, name-calling, degradation, ftm reader, male reader w fem genitals, mean dom!welt, overstim.
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The professor walked in, a hungry look in his eyes, his boyfriend in nothing but a collar. Welt moved in closer to envelop the shorter male in his muscled arms. His lips landed on your sweet neck, sucking deep red markings on the flesh.
"You're going to give me that little cunt? Yeah, Wanna be a good boy f'me," he said, pushing back your hair and rubbing his face against your neck. "Only for me."
Welt kissed you, his tongue swirling with yours messily. His rough fingers caressed your nipples before tugging at them harshly. A squeal left your mouth, muffled by his lips on yours. You didn't care if he hurt you as long as he did it again.
"I like you this way," he whispered into your ear. Your breath caught, and you nodded, wanting him more than ever. "Begging for my cock like the slutty bunny you are." He released your nipple from his vice-like grip and slipped two fingers deep inside of you, stretching you wide.
"Aww... so wet, aren't you pet?..." He groaned and pinched your clit hard, causing you to cry out and arch your back, your head lolling to one side, unable to keep your balance. The ache in your core intensified the more his fingers pumped in you.
"What's the matter? Can't take it? Doesn't want me to touch you there?" Welt asked, sounding pleased. "Or maybe it just makes you uncomfortable?" He chuckled, releasing your wrist. "Maybe you'd prefer I fuck you instead?"
"N-No please, not here!" You cried out, backing away from him. "Please!"
Welt pulled out his cock slowly, teasingly and turned around, grinning down at you. "You think I care baby boy, how cute. Now bend over my desk you slut."
He pushed your shoulder down, pushing your legs wide apart, his eyes blazing with lust.
You whimpered, unable to help yourself as Welt roughly pushed his hard cock into your cunt. Tears flew like a waterfall, futilely begging him to stop.
"It doesn't really matter what I do, does it love?" He laughed cruelly, shoving himself deeper into you. "Do you know what I can do to make you shut up?"
He asked, dragging your lower lip in between his teeth as he lowered his body to whisper cruelly into your ear. "I could tie you down, gag you. Tease you until you beg for mercy and beg me to make you cum. But why would I do that? When we have all day together."
His hips thrust forward again, slamming into you forcefully. The professor grasped your chest, teasing your perky buds, bruising your sensitive flesh. Welt loved when you screamed, made sure you had no choice but to do it. "Yeah, love, you'll scream louder, won't you?"
"N-No more, 's too much!" Your eyes rolled back, thoughts disappearing and mind blanking. Welt slightly smirked, thrusting deeper, taking delight in how you scream.
That was exactly why he wanted you. You were always so quiet in class, and even though he found you cute, it was fucking annoying. It was perfect for this scenario, though. Making sure you never forgot who owned you. That was important. Being reminded every single day how much you were meant for him.
Not giving you time to catch your breath, Welt reached down, grabbing your waist and pulled you upright. As soon as you stood up straight, he pushed his leaking cock back in your cunt, a hand resting on your neck, restricting your airway.
"Don't you dare take your eyes off me boy. The night has just begun."
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