#like is this man finally going to push me to actually try to learn how to animate?

[thepeaklegendoffirstgen]

Goo always did things his own way, and today was no different.

You thought that on your rare day off, the two of you would spend it curled up at home. But, of course, your man wasn’t the type to rest. Life was short, and the night was young.

He had booked the entire ice skating rink just for the two of you.

The only problem? Neither of you actually knew how to skate.

He’d been eyeing this activity since last year, and now, finally, he got to show off. Except the way he just fell flat on the ice nearly gave you a heart attack. How were you supposed to learn anything if the self-proclaimed expert was already face first on the ground?

"Are you okay?" you asked, rushing over.

But Goo immediately scrambled to his feet, pretending nothing had happened.

"Just a little accident, sweetheart. Happens when professionals take a hiatus," he said, brushing off his pants like some retired Olympian.

"Very professional. I can see that," you replied with a too sweet smile.

He grimaced and extended a hand. "Come on, let’s take a round together?" he asked, throwing in a wink.

"No. Absolutely not. Stop lying. You’re not a professional, and I’m not in the mood to die today," you snapped, backing away and gripping the railing tightly. You decided it was safer to inch along the edge, one unsteady step at a time.

Goo stared at you, wounded. Betrayed, even. How could you question his skills like this? Didn’t you know nothing would happen to you under his watch?

Before you could blink, he skated over and cornered you.

"I planned this so we’d both enjoy it, and you left me out there to freeze alone!" he whined, grabbing your arm to pull you away from the wall.

You clung to the railing for dear life, glaring at him. "Back off, Goo!"

But he didn’t listen. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he started trying to twirl you on the spot.

You shouted for help. Not that it mattered, no one was coming. The rink was completely empty. It was just the two of you in this ridiculous chaos.

But slowly, his grip steadied, his movements gentler. His hands were firm and supportive around your waist as he guided you forward.

"You’ve got to practice in the open, not stick to the wall like a scared little rat," he scoffed.

"A rat to rat conversation we’re having, huh? You’re not a professional, Goo. Can we just go do something else, please?" you sighed. But... to your surprise, you were actually skating. Kind of. He was leading you well, and it wasn’t so bad after all.

You both found a decent rhythm, slowly circling the rink. For once, Goo was quiet, and the silence made you a little uneasy.

"This is… good," you said, filling the quiet.

"Hmph. Told you so," he muttered.

You came to a stop just as soft snow began to fall. The breeze stung your cheeks, and you let go of his hand to blow warm air into your palms, only for him to grab your hands back, rubbing them between his own to warm them.

"Thanks," you said, catching the strangely serious look in his eyes. "Are professional ice skaters always this quiet too?"

"Professional ice skaters," he pouted, "feel hurt when the love of their life doesn’t trust them. When sh thinks they’ll let her die on the ice."

Ah. So that was it. Of course, it was Goo, he’d find drama even in a joke.

He launched into a full monologue about how you never trusted him, not even once. To shut him up, or maybe just to poke him more, you smirked and said, "If I slipped away… would you catch me in time?"

He went still.

"Of course. What do you take me for—" he began, but you cut him off with a kiss.

He hummed in response, not needing to say anything more. Because the truth was, no matter what, he would cross oceans or climb mountains for you. He couldn’t even entertain the idea of failing you, not for a second. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he didn’t need to.

When you pulled away, your foreheads resting together, you murmured, “I know you won’t, silly. You were being too quiet, I had to push your buttons.”

You laughed softly, and as snowflakes settled into your hair, he felt something tug, a twist in his chest. A mix of dread and peace.

After all the chaos with Charles Choi… the things Goo had done, the people he’d crossed… he knew the danger around him wasn’t over. Things were only going to get worse. But if there was one thing he hoped for amidst all that uncertainty, it was you. That you would stay.

He remembered how scared you’d been when he came home with a sword wound. How your hands shook, how your voice cracked. For a moment, he thought you were going to leave too. Just like his friend had once chosen to walk away, maybe you would too. Maybe you’d think it was better, safer, without him.

But instead, you stayed up all night. You treated his wound, made sure he could sleep, watched over him like he wasn’t some broken thing.

That’s why he hoped, desperately, that you’d stay for many more nights and days. As long as your laughter echoed in his chest, he could keep going.

“Having too much fun?” he asked.

"Wouldn’t want to inflate your ego," you drawled with a lazy smile. "But with you… it’s always fun."

You tugged him back into motion for another spin.

This time, Goo tried to lift you off the ground in a dramatic move. The two of you, wobbling fools, twirled across the rink without a care in the world. You completely forgot the fact that you still didn’t know how to skate properly.

One wrong slip...and boom!

Well, the hospital bill wasn’t too bad. And if nothing else, you had each other, fractured limbs and all. No noise, no interruptions.

Totally worth it!

[bxllxebxtch]

Your Voice Never Left

tw - Fighting, Billie had a dick, cursing, pet names, mean flirting, enemies

Chapter 1!!!

"FUCK YOU!" Billie screams as she pushes you making your hip hit the edge of the desk behind you, all the heads in the classroom turn to you two. Man you fucking hated her, "What the fuck Billie!" you immediately launch forward pouncing on her making her fall to the floor. She hissing in pain as you straddle her hips and you grip her wrist "don't. fucking. push. me" you growl.

"Billie eilish O'Connell and Y/N Y/L/N. Principals office. Now." Mrs. Roxanne's voice echoed through the classroom like a bear's growl. Both you and Billie groan as you untangle yourself from the fight.

-FIVE MINUTES PAST-

"Good fucking work in getting us in trouble, princess" Billie murmurs under her breath. You glare at her, your eyes piercing through her soul "You started it." You say with a low, angry growl in your tone as you roll your eyes. She watches you and giggles mischievously, oh how she loves getting you worked up.

You hate her

You always made that clear

since elementary

you loath her

-AFTER TWO MINUTES OF BICKERING THE PRINCIPAL LETS YOU BOTH IN THE OFFICE-

"Billie and Y/N. This is the 5th time this week. And the 100th time this month. " Mr. Tibah, the principal, sounds irritated and frustrated as he exaggerates the amount of times you two fight. "Sir she was annoying me" Billie says "No i didn't!" you say, you brows furring. You can basically see the vein in your forehead about to burst.

Mr. Tibah watches you two in annoyance and frustration "You two are lucky that i don't suspend you both". You freeze and so does Billie, you both know that you two can not afford another suspension .

"You both need to learn to get along. Y/n and Billie. You both have to say back in class and clean the classroom." He states with seriousness and sternness in his voice. Your face contorts with disgust meanwhile Billie shrugs it off, as she knows she just gonna leave you to do it.

-YOU BOTH ARE WALKING TO THE CLASS-

You scoff as Billie murmurs behind your back. "Fucking shut up would you?" you say, your voice dripping with venom and annoyance.

As you both enter the class, the room is dark and smells like spoiled egg. You gag "Yea- Fuck no" you say turning around to leave the classroom back Billie goes Infront of you closing the door and locking it. "Yea, no you're cleaning this classroom" She whispers with that stupid smirk that is always painted on her face. You wine and groan "Bitch move" you groan, looking like you're about to burst into angry tears.

You two clean the class, somehow working together for once. She actually pretty good at cleaning for someone who looks like a dumpster rat.

Every time she looks at you she has that dumbass grin on her face. It makes her face look so punchable. Maybe even a bit...Munchable.

You two were finishing up until you accidently drop something and you both go to pick it up and you two accidently bump heads. "OW!" you two scream in unison. "Watch where you're going whore.." you mumble and you can see her face go dark "fuck you just called me...?" her voice is low and dark. "You heard me." then she snaps, launching at you and straddling your hips "SHUT THE FUCK UP." she grips your wrist and knees you in the cunt roughly making you hiss in pain and blush slightly. "B-BILLIE! THAT HU-HURTS" you yell out groaning in pain, you buck your hips trying to escapes and you accidentally rub your clit directly on her knee the contact making you whimper. She hears the whimper and her face turns red. You freeze in embarrassment "did yo-" "BILLIE SHUT UP" you finally get released you both are looking in opposite directions.

"that never happened... " you mumble "i-i.." her voice is soft and then you turn around. "come on..lets finish cleaning.. you walk in front of her and you hear a soft noise escape her mouth. "hmm?" You turn looking at her and she's looking down, her fac red, her fingers entwined in front of her. "What's wrong with you?" You walk up towards you and she steps back "s-stop" she mumbles out her voice barely above a whisper. "Move your hands." "N-no.." she stutters her face heating up more. You reach out moving her hands yourself, that's when you see the obvious bulge in her pants.

You blush "billie wh-" "this is your fault y/n..." she groans softly covering it. Then she leaves and you're there stunned and confused.

why was she hard?

why did you blush?

you still hate her

but you feel...attracted

NO THIS IS WRONG.

is it...?

you hate her.

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a/n - me while writing this

this was so fun to write whaaat, and it defo has more chapters

[bbluxart]

Alternatively, please enjoy this 2 frame gif. 🙈🫡

[snail-day]

Tw: yandere, Oral (f! Receiving), masturbation (m!), virginity loss (gojo), stalking, dubcon, drinking, violence, unedited, use of mommy mdni.

Yan! Gojo x Reader: Puppy Love

Based on all the new jjk stuff, it got me thinking that Gojo probably never had the chance for those first dating experiences...

Which means Gojo would be absolutely pathetic with his very first girl. His whole life had been Jujutsu Tech, missions, and pressure. No real time for flings or learning how to be someone’s boyfriend. So, when dating apps finally become a thing? He gets attached. Fast. Especially after Suguru left, nobody kept the man in check.

You match with him on a whim, he's cute. Awkward photos. A bit annoying in the chat, spams a lot, and asks about your day a little too often. Even more eager in person, but somehow more attracter. Taller than you'd expect, messy white hair and those bright baby blue eyes that get a little hazy every time you laugh, his hand keeps reaching for yours and you keep pulling away. He's someone fun, someone easy enough to fuck and forget about.

He bought all your drinks the whole night, dragging you back to his place, a bit more tipsy than you'd expect for a guy like him and listen in your defense, you didn't think he was a virgin. The second you get inside his luxurious apartment, he’s practically panting.

You push him onto the leather sectional and climb on top of him, straddling his waist and tugging off his shirt. His abs are rather attractive, pale enough to leave a trail of hickies that'll match the cherry blossoms outside. Hell, they match how red his face is. But the second you start kissing down his neck, he whines - a needy, high-pitched sound that makes you pause.

“Christ,” you mutter. “You’re really touch-starved, huh?”

He doesn’t even deny it. Just grips your waist tighter, nodding like a good boy. Baby blue eyes wide and pleading.

“Didn’t take you for a puppy,” you tease, grinding down on the thick length that had you guessing just how big he is, a smile curling on your lips as you watch his eyes roll back.

And he says, "I'm not - ” right before he moans through his teeth , hands gripping to the couch, unsure what to do with them.

You smirk. “Sure you're not.”

By the time your panties are off, he’s saying he loves you. Repeatedly. Whispering it into your mouth like it’ll make you cum harder.

You don’t say it back. Trying to ignore them. Because each time he says the phrase you get a bit dryer.

Though he makes it up for it when he settles between your thighs, lips glossy with your juices, tongue slurping up your juices. Satoru eats you out like he's winning the lottery. Sloppy. Loud. Moaning into your puffy cunt with those pretty, desperate eyes staring up like you hung the stars. You take a photo of his flushed face, the way his eyes gloss over in a haze, because why not? He asks you to. Actually says, “Want you to remember me like this.”

You hum, pulling his hair. “Pathetic.”

Bucking your hips into his face as his slender fingers, run up and down your slit before two dive into your gushy walls to stir your honey pot. Groaning as he hears the lewd squelch, gasping at how your pressing his face right in. Nose bumping against your clit before you're gushing straighting into his mouth moments later.

However everything goes down the drain when you finally let him fuck you. And he lasts maybe ten seconds.

One thrust, and he’s gasping, panicking, already apologizing.

“Oh my god,” you groan, flopping back against the couch. “Seriously?”

“I-I’m sorry,” he chokes out, red-faced, blinking tears. “You just - felt so good, I - ”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter, standing and grabbing your clothes. “You’ll do better next time, blah blah. Heard it before.”

He grabs your wrist like you might stay. “Please don’t go. Please - I’ll make breakfast! I’ll rub your feet - I’ll do anything.”

You roll your eyes. “Fuck. Calm down. We're not even serious.”

You thought you heard his heart break, the way his eyes dimmed when you said that. Slamming the door shut behind you, but not before tossing a look over your shoulder and saying, "Later, puppy"

He texts you for days, apologizing, sending you gift cards. You don't text back or use the gift cards and money transfers. You're not that much of a bitch.

Sure he was good downstairs, made you cum twice on his tongue, though the little cries he would make when you stroke his leaking cock were a bit much. At least you can remember him by the photos in your camera roll.

Also, you’ve got better things to do than babysit some delusional man-child who thinks good head equals marriage vows.

Except… every new guy you date? Canceled. Ghosted. One shows up with a black eye and a nose bleed, saying he got in a car accident. You don’t believe him. Because it looks like his head got rammed into the wall a few times.

Odd. You delete your dating apps for now. Something is telling you too. You start locking your doors. Double-checking the windows. Sleeping with a bat under the bed. You even lock your bedroom door.

And somehow, that still doesn't ease the anxiety.

You wake up one night to something hot and wet smearing across your cheek.

At first, you think it’s a nightmare. Some paralysis demon that you've had wet dreams about. The weight above you. The slow, sticky drag of something obscene on your skin. But then you open your eyes.

And there he is.

Satoru.

Standing over you with one hand wrapped tight around his cock, the other stroking your hair. His eyes are glassy, his smile dreamy.

“Open wide,” he whispers, breathless. “Your puppy’s been saving up for you. Haven't jerked off once since I last saw you.”

You don’t scream - your body freezes instead. Mind scrambling, heart pounding. You can’t move fast enough before he finishes with a broken moan, spilling warm white across your face like he’s giving you a gift. Smearing the cum a bit more with the tip of his cock. He pants softly in the dark, blinking down at you with awe.

“Sorry, mommy,” he says, voice thick with a sob he doesn’t let out. “I’ve been so bad.”

You flinch when he leans in - expecting a kiss, maybe a lick - but all he does is inhale. Deep. Right at your cheekbone.

“I missed you,” he breathes into your neck. Grinning wildly. Blissed out. “Your puppy’s home now.”

You stare at him. Chest heaving. Face wet. Too terrified to even scream. And behind him, through the crack of the now-open bedroom door, you see the locks on the front door swinging gently.

"We're going to make up for lost time, yeah?" Satoru whispers as he nuzzles closer, pressing faint kisses to your neck, hands already traveling to your panties. "Have to make up for that embarrassing stunt from last time" <3

[deadghosy]

Since your stuck I decided to help you out with the power of creativity!

How would characters of Hazbin Hotel react to Swan/Duck reader it's branching from penguin reader with how she got stuck in hell for a while

The power mainly focuses on them flying and wind magic ect!

REMINDER: REQUESTS ARE CLOSED‼️

HAZBIN HOTEL X DUCK! READER

Warning: yandere themes.

prompt: a common mistake made your life eventual as people started to fawn over you

You were supposed to be in heaven…BUT NOOOO, they sent you to hell because they mistook you for someone else. They could’ve just said they were full like a night club…

So now you are in a pond swimming around peacefully. But there’s always a man with a hat and an apple cane that comes to see you literally everyday. You don’t know who he is, but he got attached badly. He would bring bread and show you rubber ducks with an awkward smile.

You just go over to him and eat the bread. You never learned how to talk since birth since your mother abused you. Being jealous of your pure soul and natural beauty. She always told you to shush. Making the sour taste in your mouth sting to never talk.

Eventually the man introduced himself as Lucifer, that’s when it hit you that this man was the first fallen angel, and king of hell. He must have seen your eyes widen in shock. “You can understand me?” He asked you as he scratched under your beak making you lean in his touch. You nodded as he smiles showing his sharp teeth.

“That’s even bettter.” He said

Two days after that, you were literally sleeping when you woke up to feel two hands pick you up, it was Lucifer who cooed at your drowsy face as he takes you to a hotel. Were you finally getting a place to stay instead of outside?

“Listen, my daughter has a dream…to redeem sinners…I wanna believe in her, but our people chose to make hell this way.” He says with a somber look. He took you inside to see basically a female version of Lucifer but more cheery looking as she gasped at you. “Dad? Is that the duck you’ve been talking about?! Aww they’re soooo cute!” She says as she holds you.

And that’s your story of how now you are basically part of the hotel’s family.

I imagine you just getting prince/princess treatment everyday from the hotel and Lucifer himself as he literally trims your duck fur as you just sit there on a fancy ass pillow.

I headcannon that angel dust buys you shades a lot because your yellow/white feathers is so majestic, he just had to make you even more bad ass.

Angel dust loves how high headed you are, not letting anyone tear you down even with a word. He admires you, so he wants you to admire him as well.

I headcannon for you to deadass have an attitude when bothered. Literally Alastor wanted to see what was so special about you. And so he woke you up from your beauty sleep making you go haywire on him.

You pecked him as he tried to hit you, possibly trying to injure you only to injure himself as he came out pissed off with a smile. He definitely spit out a feather as you quacked out a laugh as if this shit was looney tunes.

Charlie always rants to you about her days and how her and vaggie’s relationship is going. Charlie was notified by her father that you can understand her. She doubted it at first, but when you actually nodded she gasped shocked with stars in her eyes.

You and Charlie grew close…to the point she was almost like her father. Constantly checking up on you, feeding you. Watching you. You tried to push it off…but it was kinda unsettling.

You could obviously fly, which you do around the hotel to spread your wings. But when you fly you have a glowing yellow light around you.

I can see you just chilling at the bar as residents come in and out as you just get petted as husk grumbles a little and also pets you. Husk was immediately enchanted by your soft duck feathers

You love to make small tornados at sinners who cause trouble in the hotel. You are the hotel’s duck, so you must at least protect the guests at least.

Vaggie is the one to always make sure to research what ducks eat before making sure you can eat them. She likes how you make everyone feel fuzzy and warm inside. Even her.

You damn well hated that you died into a duck body..but it felt nice knowing that you couldn’t just live the possible human or at least whatever you are. Demon or angel. You could possibly be in a pond sleeping and eating bread all damn day.

I imagine Sir Pentious had put a top hat on you that’s similar like the ones his egg boiz wear. So he loves to have you around when he builds things.

You doze off like this and it’s so cute to the point they will record and take a picture of you. (If you don’t wanna click link, it’s a duck nodding its head off until it goes limp since the duck is tired)

I headcannon Alastor to hate you at first and want to cook you for duck stew, but then he falls in love with how entertaining and smart you are. You technically aren’t just a mere duck.

I can see you just making small hurricanes in your bath tub when niffty has to wash you. You once accidentally splashed her. But she chuckled splashing you.

A sinner once tried to take you from the hotel’s pond that Lucifer made for you only be found 30 secs later taking you.

“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TOUCHING MY DUCKLING?!” Lucifer yells angrily at the sinner who got knocked flat on their ass. His demon form was coming out as fire spits out his mouth when he huffed.

You did a comedic side eye at Lucifer who was acting possessive as hell itself. You didn’t even know what to do as this man kept holding you like a pet duck you seen fat white men do in the streets.

The sinner didn’t live after that.

I can see husk just petting you softly and then eventually just falling asleep on your body. Like his head is on your body as you just watch hell tv as he snores. Oddly comfortable in your soft feathers.

You literally waddle around the hotel wearing a cute scarf with your favorite color. Alastor oddly knitted it for you like a old grandma to their grandchild 😭

I imagine you just side eyeing Lucifer as he suddenly had the urge to read more information about ducks and how their eggs look. So imagine how Lucifer would act if you pregnant. But the thing is, you rather die then be in pain in birth.

Lucifer makes you a lot of blue things to remind you of a pond since that was the place you chill in a lot. It was to the poke Charlie and Lucifer nodded to make you a pond in the backside of the hotel. It’s your little chill haven.

You felt pissy one day because your feathers were molting..so the wind outside was heavy cause your feathers were just falling and you hated it. You felt insecure but the crew felt your feelings and started to cheer you up. Soon or later, your new feathers came back quickly.

The Vee’s had definitely notice your presence since you first came here. I mean who the hell looks like a damn duck down here with pure beautiful feathers that remind them of so called heaven.

I can see the Vee’s and you having the relationship where it’s basically like team rocket and pikachu type troupe. 😭 they always fail trying to kidnap you because you literally put out ducks that look like you and they fall for it, EVERY SINGLE TIME-

I headcannon you have a ribbon your favorite color wrapped around your neck like a bow or collar with your name on it❤️

Vox had literally set his drone to spy on you as he watches with a sick grin at how adorable and elegant you looked just swimming in your sweet pond and how you just outsmart Alastor. 

Imagine how badass you are to suddenly turn big in size because the hotel was being threatened. So you literally grew in a size of the hotel building and flapped your wings to fly them bitches to who knows nowhere.

If you were on the same branch, you would definitely be the older sister of penguin! Reader if it was lore type shit 😭 you don’t play no games about your emotions as you are always observing

LOL IMAGINE YOU WADDLING TO GO TO THE BATHROOM LIKE A HUMAN AND THE EGG BOIZ JUST FOLLOW AFTER YOU AS IF YOU WERE THEIR MOTHER-

The Vee’s definitely sneak on you by Vox’s drone that swarms around your pond without your knowledge.

Velvette literally sends you nice outfits your size. Literally cute outfits where the holes are for your wings so you can fly and look drippy as hell.

See I could definitely imagine you sneaking out the hotel to just get hooked up with your new outfit stylist which is Velvette now.

Vox

Imagine how cold the state duck! Reader has (hear me out, edit audio type shit starts playing-)

I can see you just swimming and Lucifer takes a picture of you, admiring your beauty in place as you just flock around your damn pond. “That’s my baby….” He says wiping a dramatic tear from his eyes.

Valentino. Now I won’t say he would be obsessed romantically but more platonically as he would love for you to be part of his life as his pet only. Like an actual pet he would take care of.

I headcannon Alastor actually tried to feed you some bread…and you accepted it making Alastor smile wildly at how you trusted him getting close to you for one.

Lmao you literally did some Wingardium Leviosa ass shit on someone because you didn’t like how they looked at you 😭

You literally are so coddled and spoiled…it was to the point you would be walking or more like waddling down the damn streets alone and people would aw at your beauty and gracious. It’s overwhelming, but at least you know people won’t fuck with you.

But people just never learnt to keep their hands off of a beautiful creature.

Once Adam got sent down to find an angel that was suppose to be in heaven. He didn’t except for you to be a fuckin duck. So he laughed and took you up with ease as you quacked furiously, trying to get at least someone’s attention.

It was too late as Lucifer sees you get flown up into the heaven portal. Lucifer dropped the tray of lemonade in shock to see his beloved flying into the portal. Lucifer felt his heart squeeze knowing that the bastard knew he couldn’t get into heaven.

Lucifer quickly spout out his wings and fly sharply towards adam’s fading figure. Adam snickers seeing Lucifer’s anger in his glowing red eyes. He turned around and waved you around to taunt Lucifer as you had a “I don’t have time for this…” face. Literally you pecked Adam’s face and hands making Adam spazz out and throw you at Lucifer’s face.

“FINE! TAKE YOUR DUMB ASS DUCK!” Adam yells as he flies off grumbling about making you into duck stew

So Lucifer was happy with a derpy expression and calmed down holding you. He got even more protective as he makes sure you are watched 24/7. He wanted to give you freedom…but after that stunt Adam did. He’s not letting anyone touch you without his permission. Of course his daughter can though!

But what if Adam had succeeded in his capture of you, things would be most likely how it was in hell….just more clean and healthy.

St. Peter definitely greeted you with a warm smile as you didn’t….you didn’t like how he just sassed you and let you fall to hell. So of course it was rocky, but soon or later you two got along since he brides you with bread. He soon gets obsessed with how you get so trusting over things. He uses that to his advantages.

Sera greets you with open arms, literally as she picks you up. Cooing at your pure yellow/white feathers that matches the aesthetic of heaven. You match perfectly here as your angel form is two pair of wings. Your normal duck wings and angel wings. You are the most beautiful angel she ever met and laid eyes on as she shows you around heaven. Every part and area of it. This shall be your new home.

Emily won’t be a crazyyy person over you. As I can see her being a light hearted person who doesn’t love bomb you in a manipulative manner but only wants to be your friend in a loving way. She finds you amazing at how smart and caring you are towards her as you visit her and she visits you back. She brings you every bread know to man and heaven as she noticed you like bread. You and her are clearly amazing friends to each other.

The Angels adore your every movement as if you were also a god/godesss. You were confused at this attention. It was way more overwhelming when you were in hell with the others. Just like how the penguin! Reader was, you made a social media account and half of heaven followed you. It was an insane amount of followers that you didn’t mean to have. But the angels love to greet you as you fly/walk by. With you being so graceful here, who wouldn’t say you belonged here.

Adam most definitely is possessive and always manipulates you into thinking he is superior. He forces himself to be your caretaker, he literally makes you stay in his place all day and all time watched over. He feels the need to control your very bidding and movement as this dickhead degrades you to make you feel useless. It sometimes works, but sometimes doesn’t. 

Lute is a controlling person who sees your intelligence as a threat as she wants to break you into her clasp. She’s the second most controlling than Adam. But she’s an overwhelming controlling as she wants you you to see her as your protector and person you can be dependent on at all times. She wants you to be able to tell her everything you know so she can just please you.

Adam finds it amusing at how you got use it heaven so quick despite this new attention. You literally sit on his lap napping as he lounges on the couch. Basically watching sports or whatever.

You can’t help but think, “why am I even surprised.”

[saintshadow]

What should you STOP worrying about? PICK A CARD

Pile One, your significator card is the Six of Wands.

Pile Two, you will be the Fool.

And Pile Three, you will be The Moon.

PILE I

We have the Eight of Cups and the High Priest reversed.

I feel like this pile carries a lot of abandonment wounds and a fear of being left behind. There’s deep pain connected to attachment styles, and with Judgment reversed and The King of Swords reversed, I feel like this fear clouds your judgment at times. Your attachment wounds may lead to inaccurate perceptions, making it hard to trust yourself or others.

Stop worrying about abandonment. Stop worrying about needing to run away.

I feel like this pile has a tendency to run from things rather than face them. Some of you might have Cancer, Aquarius, or Capricorn placements—signs that tend to internalize their struggles, putting up a tough outer shell to protect themselves. There’s an intense need for privacy, control, and a desire to be perceived in a certain way.

However, you're learning how to balance your relationship with yourself and your relationship with others. You’re being advised to reflect on how you show up in your connections—are you reliable? Are you present?

With the Strength card, Three of Pentacles, and Seven of Pentacles, you have a strong support system around you. You need to trust that support and allow yourself to receive it. Let people be there for you in the way you’ve always been there for others.

If you keep pushing people away out of fear, you won’t be able to fully embrace the love and security that’s trying to find you. There’s a wound in your heart—a seed of doubt that was planted a long time ago. It could stem from trauma, betrayal, or even a past life. That fear needs to be acknowledged and released.

With The Hanged Man and Ten of Cups, I feel like the universe is trying to show you how loved you truly are. But you struggle to see security and happiness as something tangible. Maybe you feel like it’s too good to be true. Maybe you’ve never fully trusted that you can have stability, peace, and success.

But look—the Ten of Pentacles and the Ace of Swords are here.

This is what’s meant for you. A stable, abundant, fulfilling life. It’s here whether you see it yet or not.

For those of you stuck in toxic or abusive environments, your way out is coming. But for many of you, you already have this stability—you just need to appreciate it.

It’s not going anywhere. You are safe. You are loved. You deserve security.

And here’s your biggest test:

Can you accept your blessings?

Can you grow mentally, emotionally, physically—whatever it takes—to maintain the life you’ve been manifesting? You’ve done the work, and now it’s time to step into it.

You’ve fought hard to get here. You are a warrior. And now, the universe is asking you to finally let yourself receive.

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PILE II

We have The Devil (Chains), The Page of Pentacles, and The Nine of Swords reversed.

Hmm, this is interesting. It feels like you go through a lot of internal conflict. I think you’ve gone through a lot of loss, and you’ve kind of grown to distrust yourself—like you don’t trust your ability to think or navigate things. But you are actually very good at this.

I think that you bring a lot of shame and pain onto yourself. You can’t let go of your own past or fears, and it feels like you're stuck in a loop. But I’m not saying you can’t let go—you absolutely can. It’s a mindset issue.

Let’s see here, what do you need to stop worrying about? We have The Six of Wands. Some of you might feel drawn to pile one or feel connected to it. I feel like you don’t need to worry about proving yourself. You have something to show for your efforts. You are better than you think, and I think you just have to allow yourself to learn new things and understand that you won’t always immediately master something. There will be difficult moments, but you’re doing well.

I see here that maybe some of you are worried about money, a connection, or maybe even a romantic relationship. But I feel like for those of you going through difficulty in a connection, I see you coming out on the other side of this. You just need to be proactive about your healing. Sometimes, you can be your own blockage because you won’t take action the way you need to. There’s an emphasis on taking action here, tweaking your approach, and trying new things. You might be treating yourself like a one-trick pony when you’re really not.

Let’s get more clarification on the Devil. We have the Two of Pentacles. Perhaps it feels like you’ve got one foot in this new life, this new structure, and the other foot in the past. For some of you, it feels like you are going through a form of integration right now. I don’t think you need to worry about holding on to your independence or your security. You’re fine.

We have The Ten of Pentacles and the King of Pentacles. So there could be someone looking out for you or assisting you financially. This could also be family or an ancestor. There’s a lot of protection around you, and you do have someone or something looking out for you, assuring that your path to success is supported.

With The Nine of Swords Reversed, you don’t need to worry so much about these anxieties. You’re going to make it. In fact, you’re getting there very quickly. The issue is fear. You might be scared of your own success or being seen. The message here is: stop worrying so much. You’re on the right path.

There is an emphasis on doing a lot of inner work. There’s a strong need to heal and transform some of these negative self-images. Don’t be so harsh on yourself. Be more kind to yourself.

For some of you, you’re also learning how to take action in your connections, relationships, and life. This is where the difference between this pile and pile one lies. You’re learning how to really go after what you want, but there’s work to do on overcoming old fears.

If you're in a relationship or connection, I see success. I see this connection blossoming into something amazing. I also see where you and this person fight for each other. If there’s a choice or decision being made regarding you and another person, I feel like you’re the one being chosen.

For some of you, there could be a feud within friendships or a work situation, but whatever it is, know that you’re being chosen by someone or for something. There are a lot of beautiful things coming into your life, but it’s up to you to stop living in constant fear and to see beyond your old story in order to receive what you desire.

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PILE III

This pile has 2 subsections: singles/situationships and Committed HEALTHYYYY Relationships. so pick accordingly!!

We have The Ace of Cups reversed.

Singles/Situationships

I feel like you need to stop worrying about some kind of romantic situation. You really just need to be alone for a little while. I know some of you might not want to hear this message, but I have to give it.

I see that you work really well with this person & there might even be future potential- You’ve built a lot together, but there’s constant conflict. It’s like they can’t seem to decide what they want, and you’re over here thinking about all the amazing things you could have together. But why are you trying to convince someone of your worth? Someone who won’t even take action? Who won’t even make it real?

We have the Magician here, which tells me there is potential in this connection. You bring so much to the table, but I also see the risk. This person’s indecision might hurt you in the future.

With the Chariot, I see you moving on. Some of you might already be in the process of losing feelings, while others might feel like a lover is moving on from you. And maybe that’s exactly what you’re not supposed to worry about.

Committed HEALTHY Relationships

For those in committed relationships, you might feel like your partner is being distant. But don’t let it consume you—sometimes, it’s not that serious. Some people are just busy, learning new things, or exploring the world in their own way. With the Justice card and the Queen of Swords, I see that this person wants to do right by you. You know them well, and they care for you deeply.

Someone in this pile could have a lot of anxiety about their relationship, possibly due to past experiences, trauma, or just a general tendency to worry. But if you’re in a solid, committed connection, this is a reassurance—this relationship is leading you to something peaceful.

That doesn’t mean there won’t be challenges. Every relationship has obstacles, moments of loneliness, or conflicts. For some, this could be a long-distance connection. And long distance doesn’t have to mean thousands of miles—it could be as simple as being in different cities, working different schedules, or just not having as much time together as you’d like.

Don’t let that make you insecure. Distance makes the heart grow fonder if it’s real love. This person does feel fondly about you—they miss you just as much as you miss them. Sometimes, life simply gets busy, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t committed to you.

We have The Four of Cups.

Some of you might struggle with depression or apathy. You need to stop worrying about the past and start focusing on the future. I see a lot of fear—fear of slipping back into old patterns, fear of things going wrong again, fear of losing yourself.

You might have a tendency to be pessimistic because of past experiences. But this is your reminder: Now is not the time to dwell in the past. Now is the time to build your future. To become the version of yourself that you truly want to be.

It’s important to be authentic, to nurture yourself, and to stop prioritizing others over your own well-being. The more you neglect yourself, the harder it becomes to feel secure and happy. Right now, your biggest lesson is learning how to accept happiness—learning that you are actually allowed to have it.

That’s about it for this pile.

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[puppybei]

Unsaid Dreams

Chapter 7 (Series Masterlist)

Pairing: Modernau!Sukuna x Mother!Reader

Genre: Hidden Baby Trope

Summary: Reader opens up a bakery after running away from her three year relationship with Sukuna, effectively ghosting him and hiding away in the middle of the countryside. Unknown to Sukuna, reader also had a baby, and now is living peacefully until an unfateful meeting starts to pull her back into the life she so desperately escaped from.

Tw: Reader lowkey cries again, Misunderstandings resolved!! Finally!! Sukuna does kiss reader but consent is kind of implied. More drama ensues!! No Hana :(

Wc: 2.4k

Sukuna had always prided himself on being somewhat of a good actor, or at the very least masking his emotions better than anyone else. From a young age he learned the hard way that his emotions were to be suppressed, he wasn’t supposed to feel anything but anger and frustration. 

He can still remember his mothers disgusted face when Sukuna had taken barely a week to conform to the new rules set on him, distaste weighing heavy in her mouth as she pushed him away from her embrace.

“Don’t ever try that with me, Ryoumen. You will regret it.”

Her indifferent tone hit him like a bucket of cold water. The man couldn’t remember what happened next, Jin rushing in and comforting his younger twin as Sukuna held back tears.

That’s why he finds himself plastering a business smile on his face, masking the shock with a charming smile as he extended one arm out to Aoi, the other coming to wrap around your waist and pulling you closer,

“Ah it is good to meet you too…?”

He paused, letting Aoi introduce herself, shaking Sukuna’s hand with enthusiasm.

You quickly interjected before Aoi could go any further than her name and occupation, wrapping an arm around Sukuna’s and making up some excuse to pull him away from the sea of onlookers,

“I didn’t know you were going around telling other people I was your husband?”

Though Sukuna sounded offended, he was nothing but relieved. His eyes trailed down to the chain on your neck, a simple golden ring glinting in the morning sunlight. It felt like a heavy weight had been pulled off his chest. His arm dropped from your shoulder to the small of your back, resting comfortably like it did years ago. 

“That’s not- I haven’t been telling anyone you are my husband, it’s a simple misunderstanding,”

Sukuna hummed, high on the euphoria of the thought that you had no husband to be paying any actual attention to the words stumbling from your mouth. 

“Whatever you say wife,”

He smirked, feeling far too happy for himself as he turned his head to look at you, eyes gleaming in happiness. 

“That’s not the point- oh god you’re just so!”

That fond feeling rose up in Sukuna’s chest as he watched you fuss over the situation, freeing yourself from his grasp as you walked up the sidewalk faster. 

Sukuna merely took longer strides to catch up with you, eating the distance up in a few seconds as his hand wrapped around your elbow, tugging you away from the curb and claiming the space you left.

The action made you flush, highschool feelings returning all at once at the sweet gesture. So many people asked you what you saw in Sukuna, some even straight up asked you if you were being held hostage. They just didn’t know about your Sukuna, they didn’t know about how sickeningly sweet he treated you. 

He’s not even on social media, neither does he even know about the pathway rule but it’s ingrained in him to look after you, to make sure you were the most comfortable at any place. Maybe that’s why it’s so hard to let go of him after all these years. 

“Where did you even find out that I have a husband?”

Sukuna turned his head to look at you, almost pouting as his eyebrows furrowed together opening his mouth just as you opened the door to the bakery. 

“Let’s talk inside your house,”

He mumbled under his breath, making you pause as you sighed, flipping the sign on the glass doors of the bakery to display closed.

Sukuna sat quietly at your dining table, no longer awkwardly trying to fit himself in the cramped space, instead just staring at the tiny piece of furniture like it had personally insulted him. 

You whipped a few more pancakes, making sure to reduce the sugar content just like how the CEO liked it, placing a few berries on top along with a cup of black coffee. You were surprised he didn’t blow up on you without his daily fix- then again you suppose you wouldn’t know a lot of things about him, not after all this time.

Sukuna eyed the pancakes with a hungry look, scarfing them down as you watched him amused, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips,

“Is Uraume not cooking for you anymore?”

Sukuna glared at you, gulping down mouthfuls of the scalding coffee as he wiped his mouth with a napkin, 

“Nah they’re working at some fuckass restaurant, just been a while since I had your food,”

Sukuna continued eating his pancakes without a care in the world, like him saying that sentence didn’t have a million thoughts swirling in your head,

He missed me.. 

You thought to yourself, looking down at the cup of coffee in your own hands, twirling the cup so the liquid was sloshing around inside the ceramic. 

“Where did you get the information that I had a husband?”

You peeked through your lashes watching Sukuna finish the pancakes and the rest of the coffee. He looked like he was struggling to get the words out, licking over his lower lip and pressing his thumb to his temple as he was left in deep thought. 

Under his lip was the light pink stain of a strawberry and you instinctively reached over to wipe at with your thumb, eyes widening as Sukuna’s own shocked gaze met yours, 

“Oh uhm- Hana- she gets messy- so I,”

You pulled your hands back, immediately going to explain with a flustered expression while Sukuna started barking out in laughter. You glared at him with a pout, sitting back in your seat white your arms crossed under your chest,

Sukuna stopped laughing, wiping away imaginary tears as he took another napkin, wiping his mouth with it as he grinned at you. He then crumbled up the tissue in his hand, looking out at the balcony that was a few steps away from the dining room with a complicated expression.

“I guess you deserve to know what really happened back then,”

When Sukuna finally came home after five long weeks of not seeing you, he made a beeline for your room, then your shared bedroom, then the kitchen, then the specialized baking room he had built for you, then the living rooms followed by all the washrooms and guest bedrooms.

His heart was thumping irregularly in his heart, body drenched in cold sweat when he sent a thousand missed calls only to  find your phone abandoned  on the dining room table.

His head chanted your name like a mantra, like it would suddenly make you appear in front of him. A few days passed by where he didn’t really move from the house, praying to the gods out there that you were safe and would come back home. 

Uraume stayed over with him for a few weeks, cleaning up after his messes and cooking for him. They got to work immediately, slowly removing the traces of you that were left behind, pacing them all into a box and storing it in the attic lest Sukuna find them and go on a witch hunt. 

Sukuna had already established himself in the company- he had a few more fuckers to send to the afterlife and he could finally stop these month long trips away from you. He had officially been recognized as the CEO by all the board members, a velvet box tucked into his pocket when he came home, just for the ring to be discarded in one of his bedside drawers. 

He waited for a grueling three months before he decided enough was enough and hired people to go look for you. What he got in return was photos of you with an obvious baby bump, a man helping you walk with a hand on your back, smiling at each other like you were a lovesick couple. His ring was glinting in the light, both of you disappearing into the bakery as the man held open the door for you. 

Sukuna felt his heart stop, dread crawling up every blood vessel, scalding and freezing him at the same time. He crumpled the photo in his hand, frozen in place as he felt his head go blank. 

Uraume watched him with a careful eye, ripping the photo from his hand and frowning at the sight, 

“Sukuna-” 

The CEO held up a hand, chair screeching as he got up from his office chair, effectively silencing Uraume as they pocketed the photo.

“Get a new place for me. I will move in by tonight,”

You were silent when Sukuna finished his story, red eyes glancing at you every now and then at you as you picked at your nails,

“I was never married, I- there's been no one, not after you..”

Sukuna nodded, eerily quiet as he scratched at a sticker on the dining table, trying to scrape it off with his nail. 

“The man you saw, I think you mean my cousin. He’s married, three kids and all- Hana plays with them,”

You finally looked up, meeting Sukuna’s gaze as you continued, voice feeling far too raw and much too exposed. You took a deep breath, calming yourself 

“I would never-,”

You shook your head, biting your lip as you scowled at the mere thought, 

“I would never cheat on you- Ryo you meant far too much for me to even think of that-,”

Sukuna cut you off, voice unnaturally cold as he spoke, you wondered how long it had been since you heard that tone directed to you,

“Why didn’t you reach out,”

You took another long breath, looking down at your hands and then the worn out house.

“I was hoping you’d have moved on. I don't know- I hoped you would have found someone better, not someone like me. It was obvious that your board didn’t approve of me and I just-” I felt like you were holding yourself back for me, you were doing things you didn’t have to- just for me and that scared me. I never thought I’d have become the coward in our relationship. I just craved when we didn’t have to think so much just to be together. I was scared you wouldn’t want Hana even though I did. Maybe I was trying to fill in the hole you left when you went on those week-long missions, I was scared- I was just so scared Ryo. 

You wondered why the words you wanted to say didn’t come out, stuck in your throat like it was held down by cement, weighing heavy on your chest. The hurt of those unspoken phrases was far more than you thought them to be. The words swirled in your head, your mouth pulled to a thin line as you stopped talking, 

“I got rid of them all.” 

Sukuna finally spoke, getting up from his chair and pulling his seat closer to you, 

“Huh?”

Your voice squeaked out and Sukuna had a crazed grin on his face, cradling your face with his hand, thumb brushing over your cheekbones, 

“Every fucker that didn’t approve of you- thats why I left for so long,” You felt like time had stopped again, it was just you both again and it was like you were in his college dorm room again, cleaning up the cuts he got from punching a guy who was talking behind your back. 

“I promised I’d protect you, didn’t I?”

Sukuna leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against yours as his breath fanned against your face. You leaned into his hand unconsciously, biting your lip as tears streamed down your face. 

“Ryo I’m sorry- I’m so sorry, I just didn’t realize what I had done and by the time it was too late and I didn’t have the courage to face you-”

Sukuna shushed you, pressing his lips to yours in one go. He tasted like pancaked and salty tears and nostalgia all at once. He pulled away staring into your eyes as he wiped away your tears, 

“Stop crying you baby,”

Sukuna teased, pulling you closer by your shoulders and enveloping you in a hug. 

Sukuna and You stayed like that for a while, hugging each other till Sukunas back started to ache and he pulled you into his lap, resting head on your shoulder as he mumbled reassurances into your ear. 

“So why are you going around telling people you have a husband?” 

You stilled in Sukunas arms, pausing for a second before you continued. 

“Didn’t want people prying into Hana’s life and teasing her. She already gets into so much trouble for fighting with the boys in her class. Honestly I don’t know how she even learned how to fight,”

Sukuna chuckles, his laughter settling deep into your bones as you let yourself enjoy the timbre of his voice, 

“That’s my girl.” 

You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you got up from his lap and looking at the time, 

“Don’t you have work?”

You asked raising a brow at the carefree man, 

“Nah I’m letting the Gojo handle it for now heh, took a week off too” 

You smiled, Sukuna was having far too much fun relaxing around in your home. You started your way up the stairs, glancing back to see Sukuna on his heels trailing after you like a big tiger. 

“Well I’m going to get to work then,” 

Sukuna caught up with you on the top of the stairs, twisting you around to face him as his hands rested comfortably on your hips, rubbing smooth circles. 

“We’re not done talking though are we?” 

You stopped, averting your gaze as you avoided speaking on the topic. Sukunas hand came to rest above your collarbones, twisting the ring on your chain and tugging it off you, 

“When are you going to tell the kid?”

You sighed, pulling Sukunas hands away from you, he looked dejected for a second, immediately masking his emotions as he took a step forward, bending his neck to look at you  properly, hands fisting at his sides, 

“Are you trying to run away again pet?” 

You shook your head, words dancing around in your mouth as you bit your tongue, hands resting on Sukunas arms as you tried to comfort him, 

“With Hana, we should take things slow, she’s never asked me about her dad. She's kind of perceptive- never been one to pry about the stuff I didn’t like,” 

Sukunas jaw ticked and he glared at the floor, pulling away from you this time. 

“What- what about us,”

He called out your name when you didn't respond, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he stared at you longingly, 

“Sukuna-” 

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A/n: Issues are getting resolved but are they really. I want to build up the tension between Sukuna and Reader a bit more but a kiss was much overdue. MORE DRAMA!!!!

[mangooes]

Baking 101 : How to train your Husband

(Name) should have known this was a bad idea.

“Alright, husband,” she clapped her hands, standing proudly in their spacious kitchen. “Today, you’re going to learn how to bake.”

Sylus, standing beside her in a black apron that said ‘Kiss the Cook’ (which she forced him to wear) with his shirtless bare chest shown, crossed his arms, unimpressed. “I don’t see why I have to learn this when I have you to do it for me.”

She rolled her eyes. “And what happens if one day I’m busy and you desperately crave sweets? Are you going to call me in the middle of an important meeting just to demand cookies?”

Sylus did not answer.

“…Oh my god, you would.”

Sylus smirked, shrugging. “Sweetie, I get what I want.”

She groaned before pushing a bowl of ingredients in front of him. “Not today, mister. Now, first step—crack two eggs into the bowl.”

Sylus took an egg and, with all the grace of a man who had never done this before in his life, smashed it against the bowl with unnecessary force.

The egg exploded—yolk dripping down his fingers, shell fragments everywhere.

She wheezed.

“SYLUS—”

Sylus, completely unbothered, simply grabbed another egg and did the exact same thing.

“Stop! Stop! Oh my god—” She snatched the eggs away from him before he could cause more destruction. “Do you think you’re cracking skulls or something?! Who cracks eggs like that?!”

Sylus, deadpan, wiped his hands on a kitchen towel. “I thought it was supposed to break.”

“Not violently!” She dramatically wiped fake tears. “My poor eggs. They didn’t deserve this.”

Sylus rolled his eyes, but there was an amused glint in his crimson gaze. “Alright, oh great master chef. How do I crack eggs properly?”

She demonstrated, gently tapping the egg against the edge of the bowl before smoothly breaking it open.

She handed him another. “Now, try again, but gently this time.”

Sylus sighed, mimicking her movements—this time, he did it right.

She clapped proudly, ruffling his hair. “See? Good boy.”

His eye twitched. “(Name)”

“What?” she smirked. “Are you gonna bite me?”

Sylus did exactly that—leaning down and nipping her neck, making her squeal and slap his arm.

“SYLUS!”

“You provoked me, kitten.” He smirked, satisfied at her flustered expression.

She shoved him. “Shut up and mix the batter.”

Sylus obeyed, grabbing the whisk. However, instead of stirring, he just poked the batter with it.

She stared. “…Are you serious?”

“What?”

“Stir it.”

“I am.”

“No, you’re… oh my god, Sylus, you are not supposed to stab the batter like an enemy.”

Sylus, expression blank, continued poking it aggressively.

She facepalmed.

She walked up behind him, placing her hands over his to guide him. “Like this,” she murmured, moving his hands in slow, circular motions.

Sylus, for once, actually followed her lead, though his smirk returned when she didn’t move away.

“…You just wanted an excuse to hold my hands, didn’t you?”

(Name) immediately let go. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Shut up and mix the batter!”

Sylus chuckled, finally stirring it properly.

After a while, they managed to put everything together—somehow, despite the chaos. The cookies were in the oven, and the kitchen was only half a disaster.

(Name) sighed in relief, wiping flour off her forehead. “Well, congratulations. You have officially survived your first baking lesson.”

Sylus leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “Hmm. I suppose I should reward myself.”

“Oh yeah?” (Name) arched a brow. “With what?”

Sylus smirked. “A kiss from my lovely wife.”

She snorted. “That’s not how this works.”

But before she could protest further, Sylus snatched her by the waist and kissed her anyway—flour-covered hands and all.

She yelped, trying to push him off. “Ew! Sylus, your hands are all messy—”

Sylus, grinning, only kissed her again.

“Now you’re messy too, sweetie.”

Not my best work but i promise i have an interesting chapter for tmrw! :)) DDKSNDKJ SORRY FOR THE SHORT ONEE

[ceruark]

please humor me as i share with you one of my recurring daydreams/ scenarios before bed: pop star! reader x pro player! kaiser

prior to your relationship, your reputation preceded you. though you're one of the biggest names on the world stage, you're by no means a "diva" in the traditional sense; you also grew up in a poor neighborhood with a family who didn't care about you until you made it big, and you elevated yourself through your own hard work and talent. despite your fame and wealth, your fans sing your praises about how genuine and down-to-earth you are, and other celebrities you've allowed into your inner circle talk about how kind and caring you are in interviews of their own.

so when michael kaiser of all people approaches you, your friends are understandably incredibly territorial and hostile toward him.

but you give him a chance anyways— he is quite the flatterer, and that face is virtually impossible to say no to.

you were only ever supposed to be yet another stepping stone to put kaiser further into the limelight, just another box to check on his path to being the greatest. except, you had insisted that you two keep your relationship private for as long as possible; you'd seen how your peers' relationships often imploded after going public, and your friends told you that asking him to keep things under wraps was a good way to test if he actually wanted the relationship, or if he was just interested in your name. he agreed, figuring that you'll ease up eventually.

it's not easy by any means; the mask comes off long before you two go public, and you quickly come to understand why so many of his own teammates tend to keep him at arm's length. his insecurity is a deep-rooted, festering thing, manifesting as cold derision and a push-pull attitude that leaves you reeling and always guessing as to how he'll react to your affection in the moment.

and yet, you stay.

you could have anyone in the world, but you stay with him. you've seen the broken, bitter man hiding behind the pretty face and still haven't walked away. your friends tell you that you could do better, that you deserve better, and they're right, he knows it— but you never agree with them, and you never leave, either.

it gets better with time, as he learns to trust you. allow you inside, in response to the way you've accepted him wholly into your heart, flaws and all. improving himself is a struggle, but he's trying, and that's enough for you.

you've been together for a bit over two and a half years when he finally brings it up again. it's a lazy night; your tour ended a week ago, and now you're in munich, cuddled up against him on the couch and scrolling through your phone while he picks apart his most recent match, which is playing on the TV.

"liebling," he says, hand pausing where it was combing through your hair. you look up, expression as painfully indulgent of his whims as always. "what do you think about going public?"

you put your phone down at that. you place a gentle hand on his knee, smiling slightly. "if that's what you want," you answer. "i've just been waiting for you."

in an interview a month later, you "accidentally" let it slip that you're in a relationship—and it's going on three years.

the internet blows up with speculations as to who your mysterious boyfriend could be. your friends drop hints and jokes here and there, but no one can quite guess who it is, even with the help. the closest anyone gets is guessing it's isagi yoichi, who you had seemed friendly with when attending a gala for a fashion outlet you both have contracts with. of course, they couldn't possibly know you were familiar with him because he's your boyfriend's teammate, but regardless, the tantrum that results from those speculations leaves you and the münchen lineup amused for days—at the unfortunate expense of one of the team's twin aces, who swiftly denies being involved with you like that.

the public finally gets their answer at the next big industry award show, conveniently being hosted in paris the same week bastard münchen has a game against pxg. at this point, your fanbase is certain you're with an athlete of some sort, courtesy of your friends' hints, but they still haven't been able to place who or what sport.

when you show up on the red carpet donning a simple gold chain necklace with a beautifully crafted blue rose charm hanging off of it, sitting between your collarbones, the internet blows up.

and when you post a mirror selfie to your instagram story later that night, smiling at your phone as the picture shows nothing more than an arm wrapped around your waist—one covered in extremely recognizable tattoos—the platform goes down for nearly twenty minutes. which somehow pales in comparison to your phone freezing and crashing from the sheer amount of notifications you're getting.

well, it's not like you'd be able to pay any attention to the public reaction, anyways—not when the cause of the commotion is already pulling you toward the bed by the waist, fully intending to indulge in what the world finally knows is his, as much as he is yours.

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Favourited Fantasies | Nico Hischier & Timo Meier

summary: when your boyfriend learns about your sexual fantasies, it's only right that he helps you explore it right?

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, threesome, oral (f & m recieving!), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), self masturbation? swearing.

word count: 6.58k

authors note: this is the first time I’ve written these two in a threesome pairing and it feels so good to be back into them and to return to the threesomes with something new! I also don’t think we’ve ever done a threesome when there has been an established relationship within it too. let’s all take a moment to acknowledge that if we didn’t have @sweethischier involved in this it would have come out in like months from now (you think I’m lying, I am not) because I had zero clue what to do with the concept of two Swiss kings!

He was your perfect little secret. 

Nico had been the man you called your boyfriend for the last four months now and you swore that everyday made him just a little more perfect. The only problem? Both your younger brothers were his teammates. And Jack especially, would have killed you both if he found out that lover boy on your phone was in fact his captain. 

Even as Jack warned all the players that you were off limits before they met you, those all seemed to leave Nico’s ears the moment he met you.

The sounds of cheers echoed throughout the prudential as the boys beat the Rangers “this is who I was telling you guys about.” Jack explained pulling your arm in their direction so that you could meet his friends “hi.” Your voice was quiet as you sent them a wave. 

Nico and Timo both looked at you, almost surprised that you looked that good. They knew it was weird but you immediately a sight for sore eyes as they forgot that it was your brother who stood between you and them “hey.” It was Nico who responded first and you felt like such a love-sick puppy afterwards. 

But luckily for you, that night, Nico got your Instagram handle from Jack and it seemed the two of you hadn’t looked back since. 

What Jack didn’t know was how all those nights you spent cancelling or trying to reschedule dinner with your brothers, you had actually been sipping a glass of wine as you spoke to his captain. Nico loved making you dinner as he not only got to spend time with you but he also got to finally not be eating his dinner alone. 

Nico smiled as you let out a laugh as the captain recounted the story of how he had walked in on Jack and his girlfriend on the couch “oh god don’t tell me you’re going to say what I think you will!” Your hand covered your mouth while your eyes went wide “it was even worse.” A groan left your lips as Nico nodded, knowing that it was an event that would forever be engrained in his brain, unfortunately. 

You ran your fingers through your hair as you looked at your watch “it’s getting late neeks.” You sighed, sipping the last bit of your wine “I told you next time I am cooking for you.” It was a promise you had given him last week when he cooked for you. 

It made him shake his head “like getting to cook for you.” His confession made your cheeks warm as he grabbed the plates from the table “then you should let me do the dishes.” You tried to stop him as he shook his head. 

He motioned to the bottle of wine that sat on the table “then why don’t you bring that with and we can make it a team effort.” You decided to accept his proposal “and whilst you’re at it why don’t you take the guest room here?” He added walking into the kitchen. 

The last thing that Nico wanted was for you end up in the back of an uber late at night and all alone “its not necessary.” Your words made Nico turn and give you the same stern look Ellen used to send you when she wanted you to accept what you were saying “I don’t want to inconvenience you.” The confession made his heartbreak as he placed the plates by the sink. 

His fingers pushed through his hair “I wouldn’t offer it if I wasn’t ready to give it to you.” He held his hand out for you to grab “and besides I like having you around.” The words made you smile as he hugged you. 

The warmth of his body made you melt in his touch “how much is that?” You teased looking up at him as he laugh “like so much.” More than you could have ever realised in that moment. 

Nico opted to finally tell you the truth, though. He was so beyond smitten with you that every time he saw you in the crowd, Nico liked to wish that you were there for him. Sometimes he did want to scream from the rooftops, but he knew that he would have been screwed if you didn’t feel the same way because he’d lose you and Jack for not listening about staying away. 

It was a rainy day in New Jersey as you stared out of the living room when there was a knock at the door “Nico?” You asked as you saw him burst through the door “are the boys here?” His question caught you off guard as you shook your head. 

You took a moment to acknowledge how the rain soaked his hair and shirt “we should get you out of these.” Your voice was soft as you got up with your arms crossed “i-i need to get something off of my chest first.” Nico raised his hand up to stop you. 

Nico was clearly nervous, which made you listen opting to halt your walk where you were “you can tell me anything Neeks.” You dropped your arms hoping he’d talk “I am in love.” The words made your heartbreak. You had been calling your mom to tell her all about how Nico made you feel, so to learn that he wanted someone else was the absolute punch in the gut that made you feel as if the air was forced out of you.

He pursed his lips together “and it makes me feel so sick because I can’t think about anything else but it.” His eyes scanned your face as he hoped that he could get something out of you that gave him the green light “what am I meant to do about this?” You didn’t mean to sound bad but you were genuinely confused about how it made him so anxious. 

At that moment he shut his eyes and let out a deep breath that he didn’t even know he was holding “I am in love with you.” The words made you feel light “and I know you might not feel the same way so for that I am so sorry.” Nico rambled on as you walked closer to him. 

You grabbed his hands “but I can’t even sleep some nights knowing that you aren’t mine.” His words made you smile “Neeks.” Your voice was soft “so I guess that I needed to just tell you this.” His lips began to tremble “Nico.” You repeated your words, trying to be a little louder this time.

But that did nothing “you just make me feel so-“”Nico!” You yelled cutting him off as he finally shut up. 

He looked at you now realising that you were that close to him “I love you, you idiot.” You laughed as you shook your head “really?” He asked thinking this was some joked as you pushed yourself onto your tippy toes to kiss him “really.” 

This was a secret that you had both grown to love, you occasionally do feel the strands of jealousy when girls flirt with Nico, but he was good at making sure the moment you were behind closed doors you knew he was yours. But what Nico didn’t expect was that he’d ever have to feel that level of jealousy, from a teammate no less.

It was the day of the family skate and as everyone’s kids were on the ice, Nico couldn’t help but stare at you as you talked with the young girls “can’t believe that she is Jack’s sister.” Timo sighed as he skated up to Nico, keeping his voice quiet “I mean she is like really pretty and nice and single.” He added on making Nico begin to process what had just been said. Nico finally coughed as he panicked, thinking that Timo knew about them “well we could never go for her.” Nico coughed rubbing the back of his neck as Timo nodded “trust me I know.” Timo sighed letting his eyes remain on you. 

Nico had forgotten about that conversation, or at least he really did until he started to wonder what it would be like to share you with someone. If Nico was nervous about asking you out then he was absolutely shitting it at the thought of you saying no, and possibly even breaking up with him over it. 

You had been struggling to fall asleep as burning thoughts caused chaos in your mind “what is your biggest sexual fantasy?” The question escaped from your lips as Nico turned around to see you staring at the ceiling “why?” He asked as he cocked his head propping himself up on his pillow. 

You turned to look at him “was just thinking about it?” Your confession made your cheeks feel warm “maybe sex at the Prudential?” He trailed off not entirely sure which one he would pick “you?”

It was only fair that you told him yours as well as he had now been honest with you “a threesome.” The words brushed past your lips as Nico ran his fingers over your cheek “am I now not enough?” He teased making you almost jump out of your bed. 

“Nonono.” You shook your head as he laughed making you realise that he was kidding “I just think it could be really hot being like shared y’know?” You asked as he nodded. Nico kissed your cheek as he pulled you closer to you “you want to tell me what else you’d want?” He asked rubbing a circle with his thumb against your thigh.

Things had remained calm for months, you and Nico were getting ready to start thinking about letting the people around you know about what had been going on between the two of you. Nico watched as Timo got more comfortable around you and Nico was curious if you even knew about what the boy had been doing. The captain swore that his teammate had caught you both but if he had then surely someone else would have right? 

You were doing your skincare when Nico walked out of the bathroom “schatz can I ask you something?” He asked, crouching down to be at your level “of course baby.” You nodded, shutting out your jewellery box as you took your watch off. 

Nico pressed a kiss on your forehead “remember when you said you wanted a threesome?” His words made you confused as you sceptically nodded along “if I made you mad then really forget about it because-” Nico cut you off as he pecked your lips. 

It made you wait wanting to hear what it was that he would say to you “I wanted to know if you had anyone in mind for it.” The words lingered in your mind as you sucked at your teeth, you shook your head as your thighs clenched “promise you won’t be mad?” You asked as you watched him pull you up so that he could hold your hands. 

Nico smiled almost amused by your concern “wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t want to know liebling.” His words were like a comforting blanket that wrapped around you “it’s Timo.” You announced it as if you were ashamed letting your head look to the ground. 

A laugh echoed from Nico’s lips as he wanted to tell you all about how Timo thought you were cute “you like him?” The captain teased as you shook your head “I just think that he would fit into us pretty well.” It made Nico nod as he began to think about it. 

Maybe it was the fact that Nico certainly got off on roadies at the thought of you being his, but there was something about getting to watch someone else pleasure you that made him squirm “besides he already takes orders from you.” Your words made his cock strain against his shorts. 

There was an amused smirk on your face as you heard him grunt “you like giving orders?” You teased him as you ran your fingers over his cheek “want to see just how much I do?” Nico didn’t wait to pick you up as your legs wrapped around his waist.  

Your laughter could be heard from the room as you were sure you’d be up until the early hours of the morning, and boy were you right. 

It had been weeks since that night had gone down and you seemed to honestly forget about the conversation. Nico had been on a long roadie and had spent most afternoons praising you. 

Which was why when he came home randomly you really weren’t all too surprised “you’re such a pretty girl.” Nico cooed as he kissed up the inside of your thigh “fuck.” You gasped bringing your hands up to cup your breasts as his eyes stared into yours. 

His hand ran along your thigh “missed this cunt when I was away.” His fingers dropped down to your cunt, letting his thumb circle your clit “please neeks.” You begged, driving your heels into his back. 

Nico smirked softly kissing down your thigh as he stopped just above your cunt “please what?” He taunted you, clicking his tongue when you stayed quiet “just want you to fuck me.” You whined clenching your cunt around nothing. 

It was as if you were accepting some level of defeat when he pressed his thumb harder into your cunt “if you want to be my good girl then you should be asking me nicely.” His lips formed a pout as he rested his head against your thigh. 

Your lips formed a pout “please just make me feel good.” You pleaded stretching your legs out “I just wanna cum!” You drove your hips further into his hand as he instead pulled his hands away. 

Nico scoffed as you let out a whine “relax baby I just want to comfortable.” He explained, readjusting himself as he wrapped his arms around your legs. 

Your eyes didn’t leave his as you watched him build up saliva in his mouth that he then used to help wet your cunt. You whimpered watching it leave his mouth as it oozed onto your cunt “such a pretty girl.” Nico pressed a soft kiss against your clit, making you feel like the air was sucked out of the room in the process. 

Hands were quick to grip at his hair as he licked a stripe up your slit “such a sweet cunt too.” Nico moaned, letting his voice send shivers through your body “just like that.” Your thighs tried to push against his head as he sucked at your clit. 

When Nico asked Timo to come over earlier that morning during practice, Timo really wasn’t surprised. Not because he had a feeling you were going to be on your bed, being treated like his captain’s last meal. But rather because it was Wednesday, and Wednesday at home was for them to hang out.

The older boy reread the message telling him that he could just come inside when he arrived. His first red flag should have been the lack of anyone in the living room and the kitchen. But still Timo continued to look for Nico which when he finally heard the sounds of moans from Nico’s room it was all too late. 

With the door half open he saw everything. And there you lay naked and getting your cunt eaten out by his captain. Timo should have felt guilty for watching but it almost felt like his very own private show. 

And who was he to deny how sweet the sounds were as they escaped from your lips? But what he forgot was that if you aren’t quiwt you will get yourself caught.

Your moan had changed tones as Nico thrusted another finger into your cunt “Neeks.” You gasped, letting your eyes lock on Timo’s “yeah baby?” Nico asked finally looking in the direction that your eyes were. 

When he saw Timo it seemed like the older boy finally processed what was going on “shit I am-“ Timo went to apologise but he was cut off when Nico raised his free hand, motioning to his teammate to stop talking. 

Nico looked back at you “Timo had been telling me that you were pretty.” Nico’s words made you bite your lip as you clenched around his fingers at the thought “so why don’t you tell him Schatz about what you think?” He urged you to talk as he let his tongue swirl around your clit. 

You almost jumped at the stimulation “wanted to be shared.” Your cheeks were red as your hands gripped at the sheets beneath you “with?” You could barely hear Nico’s words as he didn’t bother to lift his mouth to speak.

Timo swore he was so close to feeling his jeans burst at the zip as his cock grew hard “you Timo.” Your eyes screwed shut, swearing you were close as Nico replaced his tongue with his thumb so that he could join the conversation “why don’t you come in here so you can see her properly?” Nico motioned to Timo to finally walk into the room.

But as the boy stood there Nico knew he needed to give Timo some encouragement to move “starting to look like he doesn’t want you doll.” Nico’s words made your lips form a pout. 

Timo was quick to shake his head “I do want you!” His voice was loud as he placed his hand on the door pushing it open to let himself in. It was the first time you properly saw the way his cock was strained against his jeans “fuck.” Your head fell onto your pillow as you felt your legs begin to shake “you see how close she is?” Nico asked as he softly nibbled at the skin on your thigh. 

You were a sight for sore eyes as Timo nodded “why don’t you come sit on this side of her?” Nico motioned to the other side of your bed “she loves cumming as she gets her tits teased.” The vulgerness of Nico’s words made you whine as your eyes never left Timo’s when he walked around. 

His eyes seemed to silently ask for permission to join you on the bed, to which you nodded “think you should give him a kiss pretty girl.” Nico cooed almost egging you on as he finally went back to sucking on your neglected clit. 

Timo watched you bite your lip as you used all of your strength to prop yourself up “hi.” His voice was soft as you let your lips clash with his. You moaned as his hand travelled down to your boobs, letting your nipple roll between his fingers as he turned it into a hard pebble. 

Nico watched on as he let his tongue fuck your cunt, occasionally coming back up to your clit. He was almost surprised that he didn’t feel jealous, in fact, Timo actually thought that the whole scenario was pretty hot. Occasionally he would grind his hips into the bed as he watched Timo start leaving a trail of sloppy kisses against your jaw “close-so close.” It was encouragement for Nico to increase his pace as Timo let his hand move to the other boob that had yet to be touched. 

The room felt hot as you collapsed onto the bed “I fuck please.” You begged as Nico let his lips pull away from your clit with a pop “you think that she has been good enough to cum?” He asked his teammate who turned to look at your face which was full of desperation. 

Timo nodded as he pecked your lips “looks like shes gonna beg soon.” There was a softness to him as he began to kiss you again. Nico nodded going back down to suck and kiss at your clit knowing that it would be what would push you over the edge. 

Sure Nico had played with your tits once or twice when he ate you out, but having that combined with another guy kissing you, you thought you were in a state of pure bliss. Timo’s mouth swallowed your moans as he continued to tease your nipples. Your legs shook against the sides of Nicos head as he didn’t stop his movements and actions until you had coated his tongue with your release “please.” You whimpered pulling away from Timo as Nico let his lips move from your cunt. 

He smirked at the sight in front of him “don’t tell me you’re already fucked out schatz.” Nico got up as he watched your chest heave “need a second.” You pleaded making him laugh.

You blew a raspberry into the air as you send him a nod, signalling to your boyfriend that you were ready “you seen how Timo feels about you?” The captain cooed as his eyes locked on the tent that had formed in his teammates jeans “you can’t blame me for this when she looks like this.” Timo’s words made you smile. 

Your thighs pushed together as you squirmed hearing his words “so why don’t you show him how happy you are now that he’s here?” Nico asked as he leaned forward to kiss you “show him how good you are with that mouth of yours.” He added as you let out a moan. 

You had noticed how they looked at each other “how come I’m the only one naked?” You whined as your lips formed a pout “take his top off if you want that to change.” Nico ordered, making you nod. 

Timo watched as you crawled towards him “you wanna let me take your shirt off?” You asked as he nodded “of course.” He smiled as your fingers brushed along his torso. 

Nico watched on as you pulled the piece of fabric off “gonna let her suck your cock?” The words made Timo groan “you ever thought about me doing that?” You teased allowing your mouth to water as you stared at his chiseled chest. 

Timo felt his body shake as your nails scratched his torso “so often.” Timo whimpered when you unbuttoned his jeans “you use your hand thinking it’s my cunt?” Your lips sucked at his ear lobe as he moaned. 

The older boy felt your hand tug his cock out of his boxers “you can tell me pretty boy.” You cooed, kissing his cheek as your thumb ran over the head of his cock. Using the precum from the tip as a soft form of lube “think about your mouth a lot too.” The confession made Nico smirk as he ran his fingers over your thigh. 

He almost felt neglected until he watched you send him a smile “you like my mouth too, no?”you asked as you moved to kiss Nico. 

Timo watched on as your hand continued to rub at his cock, going up and down. The sight made him feel dirty, here he was watching his captain kiss his girlfriend whose hand was wrapped around Timo’s cock “think you should show him just how perfect it is.” Nico ran his thumb over your lower lip as you nodded. 

You looked back to Timo who had his eyes half lidded when he stared at you “let’s get you out of these.” You let your hand leave his cock which made him whimper at the loss of contact. 

Timo was quick to lift his hips as you tugged at his jeans, pulling them down to get them off “now you look so good.” You cooed crawling between his legs as you leaned down to kitten lick his cock. 

The gesture made you smirk as his hands gripped at your hair “schatz don’t go trying to tease him.” Nico would have been the first to admit that he enjoyed watching you be in control for those few minutes, but now he wanted to remind you who was really in charge “sorry neeks.” Your lips formed a pout as you turned your head around to see him getting undressed now too. 

Nico shook his head “now go treat your guest well and maybe there might be something in it for you too.” The offer was enough for you to finally play nice. 

Timo swore he was dreaming as he watched your lips swallow his cock as your lips wrapped around it “holy shit.” He grunted, feeling a pure sense of ecstasy. 

You hollowed out your cheeks as you let him help guide you to take more of him “she’s a fucking whore ain’t she?” Nico asked as his hands gripped at your hips “she’s so good at it.” Timo whined as your hand cupped his balls. 

The captain nodded as he directed his cock over your slit as he watched your cunt ooze its slickness out, he was lucky that he didn’t just go back to eating you out. The sight was out and open for him to get how he wanted it “fuck.” Your words sent shockwaves through Timo’s body as he tightened his grip on your hair. 

Nico felt his head drop back as he moaned, slowly watching his cock get swallowed by your cunt “baby keep on just getting him off so you can cum too.” Nico offered making your cunt clench around him “please just let me.” Timo nodded as he felt your throat constrict around his cock as you tilted your jaw to take more of him. 

You took his cock out of your mouth “you look so pretty like this.” You moaned going to suck at his balls as your hand rubbed his cock, your pace matching Nico’s thrusts. 

The sound of skin slapping echoed off of the walls of the room “fuck baby, is this what you wanted?” Nico asked as you nodded, letting out a whimper when your lip was caught between your lips. The captain raised his hand to slap your ass “we give you exactly what you wanted, and now you want to just keep yourself all quiet?” Nico scoffed as he shook his head “show Timo all those pretty noises that you know how to make.” Nico glared at Timo with a sense of jealousy that washed over him. It wasn’t Nico who changed his mind,  but he did want Timo to remember that you were off of the market. That you getting to fuck Timo tonight was not going to be an everyday occurrence. 

You moaned, bringing the boys attention back to you “so hot.” You moaned, letting his balls drop from your mouth with a pop “love it.” You nodded going back to suck at his cock. 

Nico began to speed up the pace of his thrusts, craving that release, “I’m close.” Timo confessed as his cock throbbed. Your mouth sucked at his cock like a straw “fuck I think she is close too.” Nico let his thumb circle your clit once more knowing that it would push you over the edge.

The older teammate grunted as he watched your eyes look up at him through your thick lashes “c’mon pretty girl.” Timo pleaded as he nodded, watching you hollow your cheeks as you massaged his balls to get him over the edge “just f’me.” He nodded thrusting his hips into your face when his eyes screwed shut.

Timo felt his chest heave as he came, letting his release spray sticky ropes down your throat “fuck please don’t stop.” He didn’t want to let this end as you finally turned your head to look back up at him as his cock fell out of your mouth “tastes so good.” You moaned, feeling his thumb slot into your mouth. 

If he thought he was done, he was already hard again. The cum that had dribbled out of your mouth was now saved by his thumb and brought back into your lips “still such a little whore.” Timo teased as he brought his hand down to cup your breast “fuck baby.” Nico moaned as your cunt throbbed around him, sending thoughts to his mind about wanting to put a baby into your belly as you took every last drop that he possibly had to offer. 

A cry left your lips as you moaned, feeling your legs begin to shake “please.” Tears formed in your eyes as Timo looked to Nico who nodded “go on sweet girl.” Nico gripped your one hip as he quickened his thumbs pace on your clit. 

Your head felt heavy as your body shook. Your eyes screwed shut as your cunt clamped down around Nico’s cock as you came. Timo pulled his thumb from your mouth so that he could hear all the little noises that escaped from your lips “feel so-” you cut yourself off with a moan as Nico continued to thrust into you, once and then a second time too. 

His release came shortly after your own “fucking hell doll.” Nico huffed as he pulled his cock out of you, watching both of your releases mixed together as it oozed out of you “can’t be having this.” The captain clicked his tongue as he scooped the release with his two fingers before he forced it back into your cunt. 

The movement made your body collapse into Timo’s body, he watched you rest your head on his chest “schatz you think you have room to handle one more?” Nico asked as he got up. 

You watched him move the single seater that sat by your side of the bed “you had enough?” You furrowed your brows, growing alarmed that he had changed his mind. 

The boy smiled turning around to lean down and kiss your lips “I am perfectly fine.” He swore hoping you knew he was serious “I just want to watch him with you.” Those words had your squirm, forcing your thighs together as you nodded. 

Nico caught the gesture as he smirked “seems like you want that to happen as well.” A wave of mischief flashed across his eyes as he made the mental note of that being something that seemed to turn you on. 

The captain knew that you loved him and that nothing would change between the two of you “have fun liebling.” He mumbled pressing another kiss on your lips before he sat down on the chair. 

His legs spread as he palmed at his cock “we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Timo’s voice almost reminded you that he was there “I want to.” You frowned turning to see his face full of uncertainty. 

You slowly crawled back to Timo so that you could kiss him “you gonna let me?” You asked making him nod as you kissed him. 

Nico watched on as your hand grazed his teammates jaw. Timo’s hands gripped at your hips “fuck.” Nico grunted, wrapping his hand around his cock as he gripped at his member rubbing his hand up and down. 

Timo pulled away from you “gonna let me fuck you?” He asked, flipping you both over when you nodded. Sure he was tired but he could see there was no way that you’d be able to fuck him properly “please Timo.” You nodded, gripped at his hair when he kissed down your neck. 

He knew you’d be ready to fuck, but still, he wanted to get a chance to worship you in between “such a pretty girl.” Timo cooed, kissing at your collarbone. The older boy sucked at your skin so that he could mark you. 

He leaned forward as he stopped, opting to look at you instead “you ready?” Timo asked rubbing the head of his cock over your slit, teasing your clit “yeah.” You whimpered as your eyes screwed shut feeling him bottom you out. 

Timo went slowly, not stopping until your hips were met with his ‘fuck.” you both whispered, taking a moment to breathe as you both took a chance to adjust to how his cock felt in your cunt “you can.” You tapped his arm looking into his eyes as you nodded, giving him the green light to start moving again. 

His hips pulled away before he slapped them back into yours, repeating that gesture once, twice, and then a third time. Each was met with a moan as he brought your legs onto his shoulders. 

Nico watched on as his cock throbbed against his palm, the way your body jolted was something he never got to savour when he was the one who was fucking you “feels so good.” You confessed turning your head to look at Nico who felt his ego get brushed as your eyes traveled to his hand. 

There was a sense of desperation in his pumps, watching you look as if your mouth was watering “you like the way his cock fucks you sweet girl?” Nico felt his stomach tense as you nodded, feeling TImo kiss the skin of your shoulder. 

Even as Nico’s cock was longer, Timo felt girthier, practically stuffing you to the brim, with your previous orgasms being used as some form of lube as he continued to fuck you “so good.” You repeated those words, bringing your hands down to cup your tits so that you could tease your nipples. 

The older boy wasn’t trying to push your boundaries as you figured that he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable “you weren’t lying that she’s perfect.” Timo groaned as skin slapping echoed against the walls making his skin feel on fire “hear that pretty girl, he thinks that you’re perfect.” Nico smirked letting his head drop back, your cunt clenched at the praise making Timo’s strength waiver.

It brought him back to life almost, reminding him each time that this wasn’t a dream and that he really was getting to fuck you “you like it when he praises you like that?” Timo sucked at your earlobe “yes.” Your head bobbed as your voice cried out.

Nico could see how you chewed at your lip “she is gonna cum soon.” Nico confessed, seeing your cues as he nodded “go play with her pretty little clit to get her over.” He added knowing that it was always the way to make you see the stars.

TImo nodded as he propped one hand up by your head and let his other drop to your clit where his thumb found a home. He circled the sensitive nub as he watched your legs begin to shake, causing him to increase his pace as he was desperate to finish with you. 

You arched your back, driving your hips into Timo so that you could reach the high you so desperately craved “fuck fuck fuck!” You chanted a slew of words as your eyes screwed shut when your cunt clenched around his cock, using the short bursts to push him over the edge. Timo dropped his head on your chest as he began to slow down his thrusts until they came to a complete stop. By the time your eyes had opened, you saw that Nico had finished in his hand, too, as you sent him a fucked out smile. It reminded him of how you would look at him if he brought you a coffee as you slept, only waking up when you heard him place the cup on your bedside table.

As Timo pulled out of your cunt his cock went limp making him moan. He watched your eyes begin to close “I’m done.” You announced, unsure that they would try to push you through another round. 

Nico’s laugh pulled your attention in his direction “you want a bath schatz?” He offered, getting a paper towel to wipe up his release that had been caught in his hand “you gonna join?” You looked at Timo who looked like a deer caught in headlights. 

A cough got caught in his throat as he shook his head “I should get going.” Timo leaned down to press a kiss against your cheek. 

What he didn’t want to do was overstay his welcome as Nico nodded “you know how to let yourself out right?” Nico’s words made you glare at him “yeah I’ll let you rest.”Timo squeezed your hand as he pulled his pants up. 

Nico sat next to you “well I’ll see you tomorrow then.” The boys had were leaving for a game the next day and they were meant to be sat next to each other on the plane. 

Timo got up as he sent you one last look “thanks for the day?” His words made you smile when you nodded “you too T.” You rested your head against Nico’s shoulder. 

The boy got to the door as you clicked your tongue “Timo?” You called out making him whip his head around as he nodded “yeah?” In that moment he swore you were going to call him back into the room. 

But when Nico kissed your cheek it felt like a bubble had been burst over his head “could you keep Nico and I dating to yourself?” You asked, Nico nodding in agreement “your secret is safe with me.” It wasn’t surprising that the two of you hadn’t told anyone, but somehow being someone who knew of the secret stung Timo’s heart. 

You mouthed a ‘thank you’ before the boy left “you have a good time?” Nico asked looking at your eyes “the best time Neeks.” You nodded watching him stand up. 

He was quick to pick you up “what are you doing?” You cocked your head, running your fingers over his shoulder “just making sure that my girl knows that I’m the one who takes care of her.” Nico’s possessiveness made you smile. 

You pressed a kiss against his cheek when he walked you into the bathroom before he kicked the door shut “as fun as it was to watch you with him and I am glad you had fun.” Nico began running the bath as his eyes never left your naked body “some things shouldn’t be shared?” You asked as he nodded, walking back over to you as he placed his hands on your cheeks. 

He was glad you understood where he was coming from “hey now not many people would let another guy fuck him to begin with.” You softly laughed as you kissed him. 

The gesture was sweet “I love you.” Nico confessed as you smiled “I don’t know how I got so lucky with you.” Your words made his heart bloom, feeling as if he was in fact the lucky one because you put up with him.

So as joy spread in the bathroom as the soft scents of rose and lavender invaded your nostrils from the bubble bath Nico poured into your bath. Timo was back in his car as he wondered why Nico was the one you picked, sure he never even knew it was a competition. 

But his body longed to be with yours, his mind craved your presence as his ears yearned for your laughter. All Timo truthfully knew was that this was going to be a long season for him if you were going to stay Nico’s. 

Before Timo could fully pick a plot though, Luke had ended up in your apartment. When Nico was there too, and that’s when your brother and everyone else learnt about the man you called yours.

Now it was going to make it a lot harder to get you into the Prudential Center quietly, because of course you needed to give Nico a chance to experience his own fantasy too.

[itoshiierae]

Hi Hi !!! Can I request for headcanons of Taiju Shiba x Brat!Reader plsss :D Both SFW & NSFW if possiblee

taiju shiba x brat!reader ˚ ༘ ☆

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

ᡣ𐭩 notes: taiju has no business being this hot and this mean at the same time. like sir???? why are you threatening to break my attitude and my back in one breath??? anyway if i go missing— just assume i disrespected him on purpose… 🫣

ᡣ𐭩 cw: minors dni, nsfw, f!reader, dom!taiju, possessiveness, overstimulation, breeding kink

SFW (but barely) ˚ ༘ ☆

𖥔 you love testing this man’s patience on a daily basis and the worst part??? he actually lets you. you’ll toss him a smirk, say things like “make me,” and every time, he clenches his jaw because he absolutely would.

𖥔 he’s not used to being challenged— especially not by someone who rolls their eyes when he says “sit down,” and fires back with, “…not unless you say please first. hmph.”

it drives him completely insane. not just the attitude, but the way you know exactly what you’re doing— pushing, teasing, daring him to react. and ohhh, he will. but you’re not getting a ‘please’, you’re getting put in your place.

𖥔 “…you don’t scare me,” you say. now that’s kinda bold of you to lie like that. deep down, you like pushing his buttons just to see what happens when he finally snaps. and it also lowkey turns him on watching you pretend you’re not trembling for him.

𖥔 you bring out the worst in him, but also the softest. you’re the only one who dares to push his buttons and actually gets away with it. not because he’s weak, but because he’s literally obsessed with you.

𖥔 you’re always teasing him in public; pulling his tie, stealing his sunglasses, sitting on his lap during gang meetings like, “what?? this seat’s mine.” he’ll grumble or scowl even; “…you’re testing me,” he mutters, low enough that only you can hear— but he never moves you or makes you get off his lap.

and if anyone dares say a word??? they’re met with a look that could literally kill. because brat or not, you’re his. and everyone knows better than to touch what Taiju Shiba already claims as his.

𖥔 secretly sentimental!!!! he actually keeps screenshots of your sassiest texts and has a video of you pouting, with your arms crossed while calling him a ‘meanie’ and ‘control freak’ saved in a private folder in his gallery. he always watches it whenever he misses you.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

NSFW ˚ ༘ ☆

𖥔 ohhh so you wanna be a brat?? say less. he lives to put you in your place after all. he’ll literally say “strip” when you roll your eyes one too many times, and doesn’t care if you’re mid-argument or standing in the hallway.

𖥔 sometimes he doesn’t bother to undress you— just moves your panties to the side and fucks you hard enough to make sure you behave. and if you moan too loud??? he’ll literally cover your mouth.

“shut up & take it, brat… isn’t this what you wanted??”

𖥔 breeding kink?? HELLO??? it’s his favorite way to end an argument; with you leaking on the sheets, his cum still dripping out of you, warm & slow.

“.. now that’ll shut you up for a while won’t it??”

𖥔 the moment you try to sass him??? he grabs your face and shoves two fingers into your mouth.

“brat… if you’re gonna talk back, you better learn how to use that mouth properly.”

𖥔 he loves fucking you face-down, ass up when he’s actually mad; doesn’t stop until you’re sobbing into the pillows, voice breaking with every thrust. and when you finally shatter??? when you’re whimpering,“…please, please, please Taiju, I’ll be good I promise!!” he’ll just smirk and say:

“you’ll be good?? only now?? all that attitude just a few minutes ago— where’d that go, huh!??”

𖥔 the more attitude you give him during the day, the worse he makes you beg at night. you roll your eyes?? he’ll edge you on his thigh and say, “look at me while you fall apart.”

the moment you call him bossy?? he’ll say: “then do as you’re told and keep that vibrator between your thighs until I say stop.”

taiju doesn’t need to tie you up to keep you still. all it takes is one hand gripping your waist, and you’re not going anywhere. he’ll whisper filth in your ear while keeping the rest of his body perfectly composed.

“… you wanna continue acting like a brat?? then don’t run from what you started.”

© itoshiierae 2025 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ please do not modify or repost my content onto any other platforms.

[timmydraker]

Tim isn’t the only queer person in the family, in fact he’s probably one of the last members to actually accept or even realise he wasn’t in the heteronormative category.

But he’s the most open about it.

After Janet died and Jack woke up, the man actually tried to do right by Tim and outwardly told him he was going to try be more understanding of his bisexual son. The two never became the father son duo Tim wanted, but he started to see Jack better, kind of like an uncle in a way.

It was enough for him to feel better making comments on male actors at movie nights, to joke about him being in the gay group of people who didn’t know a single thing about fashion and calling himself a stereotype breaker because of it.

Dick never wanted a label and Bruce was still in denial about his various male crushes, which was probably why Tim was in the situation he was in now.

Tim didn’t turn around to face Damian, if only because the younger had very purposefully sat directly behind him where he was sitting on the library floor.

He played over Damian’s question in his mind, “Why is it important to people that you Mary the opposite gender?” Because holy shit was that a big question.

Eventually Tim answered once Damian tensed in a tell tale way that he was about to run away, “Ignorance, mainly, but it’s all about what people are taught. It’s like how people believe in gods and supernatural things, it’s them hearing what others have said or not being able to understand something purely cause it doesn’t apply to them.”

A moment passes and the other doesn’t respond, so Tim adds a bit more.

“People struggle with change, especially when they are right something to be wrong or evil. Often they just get scared or feel threatened and just… don’t even try to learn. It’s okay to not know something, it’s when people refuse to learn that it’s bad.”

Tim thinks he feels Damian nod behind him but it’s hard to tell until the other lets out a tiny hum of affirmation.

When he doesn’t respond, Tim goes back to his tablet a little awkwardly and tries to figure out why his brother had asked such a question.

After around five minutes Damian finally speaks, his voice strangely timid, “If someone has… wrong opinions or has been taught something false, are they able to come back from it?”

That… wasn’t what Tim expected.

Did Damian know someone close to him that was being homophobic or had the League held hetero standards?

Knowing to tread carefully, Tim didn’t ask for confirmation on any of this lest he scare of his rather temperamental brother.

“Of course. Just look at my father, he was raised to hate people like me but his care for me made him try. He’s not the best at it, but he’s trying and that’s more than I ever expected. You can’t fix hate with love, you need understanding and sometimes you just need to offer the chance to try do so.”

Another lapse of silence, though this time shorter before Damian stood up. “Thank you, Drake.”

As the youngest Wayne left, Tim was left feeling both shock and pride at Damian saying a real, not forced ‘thank you’ after asking for help with something on his own.

Tim knew that Damian came to him because he was so loud about his acceptance of his own sexuality and his push for queer rights, but even months later he had no idea what pushed Damian to ask at all.

Either way he was happy to help his little brother.

[boonoonoonus]

A Lesson to be Learned Pt 1

Smoke returns to Annie and finds out that he's not the only person who's been having nookie in the 7 years that passed. But of course, for him it doesn't count, but for Annie? It's a PROBLEM.

A/N: This is based on a prompt someone posted of Smoke finding Annie with someone else and losing his mind. If you happen to know who made that prompt, please tag them so I can say thank you. Also ENJOY! Shout out to my co-writer who RP'ed Annie.

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, dual narratives with Annie's side and Smoke's

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Smoke wasn’t pleased.

He sniffed the air, his lip curled into a half snarl as his eyes traced the figure disappearing into the distance. Beau-Dallas had looked somewhat stricken at seeing him pull into the plot of land, and even after laying flowers on baby girls resting spot, something still felt off to him.

Still, he put such thoughts to the back of his mind as he walked to the door. When Annie opened the door, a half-smile crossed her lips, and he felt his expression quickly clear. He turned his head to rest his eyes on her, “how you be?” his voice rough and raw.

Something had told Annie that today was going to be a pivotal day, but she had hoped it was the day he would finally release her, allowing her to enjoy her own flesh without guilt. Instead, she felt her heart pounding as she heard the car rumbling in the distance. She’d rushed Beau-Dallas out the door, but she knew it was too late, that he’d been noticed when she really didn’t want to draw attention to herself. Granted, Beau-Dallas hadn’t needed much rushing, a letdown of a man in all manner of ways.

However, the minute she'd realised who had come knocking at her door, her stomach dropped into her gut and her legs went weak. Of course, he would appear today. The last person she expected to see. The worst person, even at a time like this. "Why you here Smoke?" She asks through a crack in the doorway. She doesn't let him in. She can’t. She tries to hold it together, fronting and pretending a moral high ground she knows he wouldn't allow. He'd left her. Not the other way around, but he wouldn't see it that way. She knew that, like she knew his love for her.

"We through with Chicago. And this home." Smoke didn't have to say it was his home, that was implied, a given actually, because Annie was always his home, had been his home since he married her, given her his last name, and seeded her right. If he wasn't gallivanting across the land with Stack, trying to keep that boy alive and with a head firmly on his shoulders, then he was with Annie. There were no other options, no other tethers for him on this land, but his brother and his woman.

Funny how it was only after so many years away, did he remember where home was.

"Well, welcome home." She offered drily, not budging an inch and refusing to stand down despite a rising panic. "You seen your daughter, you seen me. What more you want?" He didn't deserve any more emotion from her, though her heart ached at her words, at their distance. But, her traitorous heart whispered, he'd been the one to leave. No money, and no half arsed messages sent over the years could replace his missing presence. She hadn’t wanted that; she’d wanted him.

"Woman," Smoke planted his feet on either side of her doorway, unmoving. He'd expected resistance, but this callousness was unlike his wife. He could have budged past her, pushed her to the side and entered the shop HE had built, on the land HE had paid for, for HIS wife, but he'd remembered enough southern manners to speak to her from between a clenched jaw and act polite. "I know you hurt, and I know I ain't shit, but you’se my home, ain't nowhere else I 'spose to be, but with you and baby girl."

"Smoke, I done already moved on. I had how many years? Living without you?" How many nights had she slept alone? How many times had she touched herself in private thinking about a cock she missed and a man she loved. How many times had she cursed, remembering his mouth, his hands. And here, he was again, two arms, two legs, two eyes and a brain that worked. Against her will, and her better judgement, she felt herself start to soften. She missed him bad. She missed his hands, his slick mouth, his dick pressed deep in her pussy, her mouth, even her arse. That’s where he'd taken first, back when they'd been too young - too young to be doing anything really, and especially too young to spring up a child neither could care for.

Smoke closed his eyes and breathed deeply. As a man of few words, he'd married a woman who fought primarily with hers because she balanced him out, she could be his mouth piece and he her strength. But on a day like today, he could feel nothing but rising blood pressure from Annie's antics. "Yeah, and I'm motherfuckin' Jim Crow. Let me in, Annie."

She wondered distantly what habits her man may have picked up, as the frustration Beau-Dallas antics inside of her throbbed again, what sort of women he’d held down and fucked while they were apart. Had he licked them? Touched them tender? Did Smoke give them the good good as he’d always given her?

Her heart ached.

“Why? What are you planning, Smoke?” She asks because she knows what will happen if she lets him in. She wonders what he would do once he spread her legs and found another man’s seed. Would he beat her? Hurt her? Take her other hole instead? What would it be? She shook her head to clear her thoughts and shortened the space, pressing the door closed a little more. There was no need to open the door to old demons.

"We not having this conversation on the street for any ole nigga to hear Annie." The idea that their business would be public fodder and affect her business was the only thing that kept Smoke from pulling the door off the hinges and taking his woman into hand. It was hard enough to be back in Clarksdale after so many years, and though the reputation of the Smokestack twins preceded them, Smoke didn't want to take anymore chances with someone who didn't know the rules that ran the town, not after the incident earlier with Terry and the Maybell Plantation nigga outside the Chow’s. "Open the door, Annie, and let me through. You ain't gon' like what I'll do if you don't, and baby girl don't need to see her mama getting her shit popped."

Against her better judgment, she lets him in. Resolved to what seems inevitable now. When she steps back to let the door swing open, she feels a twinge from down below. A burning heat that only increases when she gets a whiff of Smoke’s scent after so long. She’d been aroused ever since she realised who it was at her door, but God it aches something different to have him so close, passing her space to get inside. Her body, after all these tests, these trials and tribulations, hasn’t forgotten. And no sloppy half-hearted coupling with a man whose cock couldn’t even fill her up right would change it.

When Annie opens the door, Smoke breezes past her, his hand already outstretched for his pipe. Once it's in his mouth, he doesn't hesitate to sit down and reach out for the good ganja he knew she kept hidden underneath the shop counter. She's pottering around, trying to keep busy and trying to avoid his eyes, and he can't help but let his eyes roam over her body in want. She's wearing his colour. A blue dress, light cotton so it stains easily with sweat under her arms, around her neck, and when she bends over a bit, he sees the sweat has formed crescent shapes on the places where the fabric rests under her booty cheeks when she stands. A fire burns inside, further fuelled when he pulls his hand back from under the counter and pulls the ganja, but also a soft scrap of fabric alongside it.

Panties.

Soiled, white panties.

Smirking, Smoke slowly put them in his pocket and patted the fabric. "Why you catching an attitude Baby? Ain't like you to cuss me."

Now that she let him in, Annie started to ponder her options. Enraging him further wasn’t it. It was too late, and she couldn’t hide the evidence of what she’d been doing, not with her dress clinging to her body with sweat and that man’s seed rolling down her leg. So, what was left?

Appeasement.

She breathed deeply, trying to stop the shaking in her hands. The ointment was still out. She’d needed it for that man, her pussy hadn’t been too interested in his ministrations and there was only so much juice she could pull from her own puss in front a man that didn’t stir her loins. She eyed it discreetly on the counter, wondered if Smoke noticed it, remembered it as the same ointment he’d used time and time again to ease into her back passage.

“How long ‘ave you been gone Smoke? Was I supposed to be happy you back? Forgive just like that?” She didn’t want to. She deserved to be upset. Deserved to seek out someone after so long; she wasn’t meant to be a widow indefinitely. Or till he remembered he had pussy at home. She was too loving, too pretty, too powerful to be left so alone for so long. He couldn’t just waltz back in, not after he left, and he couldn’t look at her with those eyes and make her feel guilty.

Smoke's eyes watched her keenly. She purposefully kept just outside the span of his arms, so he wouldn't pull her close. Yet, she turned to him as she cussed him out, hands on hips as she breathed a little deeply. "Seven years, baby, I know. Seven long years." He closed his eyes and shook his head to rid himself of the memories of the long nights, the nights without her, his heart breaking all over again. "But, I'm back, Annie and baby girl, she's at rest." He breathed deeply and took a few puffs on the pipe. "Papa's home for good. Stack an' me, we gon' open up a Juke joint, an' I'm gonna build you that house I promised you, an' we gon' have babies, give baby girl some siblings to look over, and we gon’ be happy, Annie. Together again, I promise yah." He stood up, placing the pipe to his side and though her body was stiff, reluctant, he pulled her close. His nose finding her neck.

She digested the information slowly, leaning away from Smoke, somewhat distrusting, though her body yearned desperately for his touch to quell the heat. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” Settle down, and Smoke didn’t exactly go together, especially when Stack was involved. A voice that sounded a little too similarly to Mary chastised her, told her to keep her suspicion. Still, it’s a fight not to melt right into his arms. Strong hands, a familiar scent, a broad chest. His voice lights something up within her, and she finds some tears collecting in the corner of her eyes. She’d been thinking about trying again, finding someone to give her a child. Probably a son. Someone to keep her company when everyone left, someone who would stay. And here came Smoke. “I missed you.” And that was the truth.

They hadn’t talked about trying again. Too lost in grief, but he was ready now, and he wanted their future back. "I missed you, too.” It's easy to pull her close, her chest heaving and pillow soft, without her brassiere pressed against his own, and capture her lips. She tastes as she always does, as she tasted in their youth, and he can't help but grasp her chin and cheek with his hands, pulling her into his orbit. She's his once more, and it's glorious.

Kissing Smoke never ceased to amaze her. The pure sensuality of it. Lips on lips, teeth, spit, and the single-minded energy that seemed intent on devouring her. She leans in with more and more fervour, her body increasingly primed for something and pussy leaking in new bursts for what she knew what was come next, what she desired to come next, her mind strays away from her trepidation, from her fear of the situation happening between her legs.

Annie is warm beneath his hands and Smoke can't help but slap her ass when his hands travel down her back to clutch at her curves. She moans into his mouth and he grins, drawing her close and digging his hands into her ass as he rhythmically slapped her ass so it continued to shake, one cheek then the next. "Shake that shit for papa," he says pulling back from the kiss to look into her eyes. He reached his hands further down, hiking up her dress onto her hips. Smoke didn't need to look, his hands knew exactly how to find her button and warm centre. So his fingers roughly part her second lips, groaning as he heard the loud wet sound as the lips separated."You miss me, baby?"

Her man doesn’t miss a step, and soon she’s enveloped in warm, familiar pressure. Holding on to her upset and anger is futile in the face of those eyes, fuck his hands know exactly where to go. He obviously hasn’t forgotten her body after all this time. A flick to her clit sends another warm wave all through her and she presses back on his fingers hungrily.

This is what she’s been craving what she missed. His hands on her. His words, filth and all.

She’s moaning now. Soft and plaintive at first, but increasing with strength.

"How can you—“ She can’t even finish the sentence. Rage flooding through her, intercepting her lust and longing. “How are you—gon’ fix your mouth to ask—If I missed ?” She missed him every day. In the beginning, she���d been so damn sad. It faded somewhat with time. As did the pitying glances and words people sent her way. But to ask?

They had a child for christ sake. She'd cradled the babe in her arms and cried for days. How many times had she wished he were with her? How many times had different folk run roughshod over her because they knew he had abandoned her.

She's warm, wet, and the room smells like sweat - like sex, but he can't focus on that because she's unbridled rage and upset in his arms. "Hush," he soothes her, "jus' playin. I know you missed me, I missed you too." That's an understatement. He thought of her constantly. In Germany, in England, in France, in the day, in the night, when he ate, when he slept, even when he was balls deep in some woman he couldn't remember, he had missed his woman.

His Annie.

Not for the first time, Annie thinks, ‘I must be a fool.’ Only a fool would cave like this at the first sign of contriteness, the first sign of apology from a man like Elijah Moore. She was that very fool.

It’s not enough, can’t be. There’s too much time for the two of them to make up for, but the same way she’d know what would be when she let this devil of a man enter her house again. Is the same way she knows she’ll take this paltry offering anyway.

“Elijah…” She says his name out loud for the first time. Not the moniker, not the mask. Her man. Long gone. Now back.

“You realise how much you embarrassed me, yes?” He had more than an apology to make up for. She needed her pride reinforced here. Not just his ego. And she knew he had one.

Even now, with another man’s seed inside her, he still thought he owned her. Still felt entitled to her body—her womb, even. And she’d given in to him still. She doesn’t understand, can’t fathom the pull he’s got on her.

“Tell me you’ll make it right.” That’s all she’s asking. Maybe it’s too much.

Maybe all he can offer her is some good dick and a pleasurable time, some handsome to brighten her day and all the trouble that came with him. Maybe. But something in her still trusts him. She had to. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be letting him talk her out of her metaphorical draws like this.

Smoke was not a man of words, so it was hard to bring forth what was needed, but he looked deep and he scoured his soul. She’s moaning now. Soft and plaintive at first, but increasing with strength, and Smoke can’t help the satisfaction brewing in his body as he toys with her honey pot.

"I'll make it right, baby, Papa will make it right." She was his second baby, their baby girl his third and Stack the first, but Annie had always been his special one. His gorgeous babe, who looked glorious with her sweat-slicked skin.

It wasn't just his sexual attraction, it was the desire, the way her body moved when in euphoria, the love he knew she felt for him in her heart and her power, tingling under her skin and warming his soul.

She groans in upset when he removes his fingers, and he can’t help his smirk as he brings his fingers close to his face. He stopped, glancing between his fingers and her face. “Baby, you creamin'?”

Annie stares up into gorgeous, complex eyes and knows without a doubt that she's in trouble. Her man was a vengeful person. And there’d be hell to pay for the unfortunate man she’d just lain with. As well as herself.

That alone is enough to make her pussy throb in anticipation and increasing fear.

In the past Elijah had shown jealousy before and she’d played it off and been able to reassure him that it wasn’t any other man’s but his.

Now with her caught redhanded, pussy still wet from another mans seed? Not a chance in hell. Lord how long would he hold this over her head?

No subpar sex was worth this. She should have just touched herself and gone to sleep. This is where lust led her.

Punishment.

“I sure wasn’t before.” She acknowledged the event that had occurred previously and held her breath.

His nose catches the scent, and Smoke feels anger like he’s never felt before. His mind runs through the clues, her sweaty skin, clammy hands and reluctance to open the door. Her wet pussy that was loose and open to his touch. “This shit smells like seed” The admission is all over her face and it takes every inch of self control in Smoke to not flip the table and do something drastic to her. “You gave my pussy to some field nigga in the Delta?”

Smoke feels an unbridled rage, that can't be tempered by her wide innocent expression and her mouth set in a pout. A wicked woman is his wife. A wicked, wicked woman.

In a quick motion, he has his hand around her neck, loosely, very loosely. Just enough to scare her, but nothing serious and stares into her eyes.

"Annie?" He asks in warning.

[endofthelinegang]

the things we do say

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢��𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  john walker x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  trapped between fury and longing, you and John Walker collide in a moment that’s been simmering for months—raw, reckless, and impossible to ignore. When a knock at the door threatens to shatter what little you have left, he finally says the one thing he’s been choking on: he wants you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ none besides bad words

part 1

Your head turns instinctively when the knock comes seeing the doorknob attempt to turn. It’s tentative, like whoever’s out there isn’t sure they should be. The sound hits the room like a crack splitting concrete. But John’s hand moves faster than your thoughts. His palm wraps around your wrist, not rough, not quite gentle either—just enough to stop you mid-step. His grip isn’t cruel, but it burns all the same. A silent command. A barrier. A plea.

“Don’t,” he grits out, jaw clenched so tight it’s a wonder his teeth don’t break. “Don’t answer that door.” He pulls you just a bit closer. 

Your breath catches. You look down at where he’s touching you, at the way his fingers curl into the space just beneath your pulse like he can feel your heartbeat and is trying to sync his with it. His hand is warm, steady, trembling slightly.

And then—he raises his voice.

“Not happening!” he barks, loud enough to rattle your damn walls. “Go home.” He never stops looking at you.  His voice rings out, raw with fury and something unspoken underneath—fear, maybe. Desperation. The sharp tone of someone who’s spent too much of his life giving orders on battlefields and not enough time learning how to ask for things softly.

There’s silence on the other side of the door. Then a scuffle. A muttered, “What the hell is his problem?” and the sound of boots retreating. The elevator dings and the world outside goes quiet again. But inside? Inside, you feel like a wire about to snap.

You rip your wrist free like his touch burns, you eyes are huge, you aren’t actually mad about what he just did. Truly you didn’t wanna go that bad, but the tension between you and John made you wanna run out the door. “You don’t get to do that!” you explode, the fury tearing out of you before you can stop it. “You don’t get to slam the fucking door on my life!”

John doesn’t move. His whole body is locked in place, a storm barely contained in flesh and bone. “I’m not letting you walk out that door and chase after someone who wouldn’t last five seconds trying to protect you.”

“That’s not your call!” you shout, pushing past him—but he steps in front of you again, intercepting like he can’t help himself. He puts his hands up, he doesn’t wanna fight you but he can’t let you do that. 

Your chest heaves, face flushed with frustration. “You don’t get to control me just because you can’t figure your shit out, John!”

His hands then hover at his sides. Not touching. Not retreating. Shaking, “I’m not trying to control you.” He is so much quieter than usual, his eyes are gentle, and his face is almost saddened.

“Bullshit!” you snap. “You just scared off someone who might actually give a damn about me!” You felt like you could cry from all of the stress this was giving you. But worst of all you couldn’t stop finding him attractive, and in all honesty you couldn’t help but find this situation kind of hot.

He barks out a laugh—low, bitter, disbelieving. “You think that guy gives a damn about you? You think he even knows what to do with someone like you? You were gonna walk out that door in a dress that should be illegal, and he wasn’t even man enough to come to the door himself.” 

Your eyes flash. “You think yelling through the door and manhandling me makes you the better option?” 

“I think stopping you was the first fucking thing I’ve done right in months.” The words hang there, heavy.

You stare at him—hard. “Why now? Why tonight? You’ve had every chance to say something. To be something. And every single time, you’ve looked at me like I was just another goddamn mistake you didn’t wanna make.”

He swallows hard, like the truth is a blade in his throat. “I didn’t say anything,” he says slowly, “because I thought if I touched you…I’d never stop. Because I didn’t want to drag you down with me. Because I am a mistake. And you—you’re the only good fucking thing in my life that doesn’t come with a kill count.”

You shake your head, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from breaking apart. “You’re not broken because of what happened to you. You’re broken because you keep pretending it didn’t.”

That hits him. Hard. He flinches like you physically struck him, and for a second—just a second—his mask cracks. His eyes drop. His throat works silently. You see it all: the guilt, the grief, the sheer goddamn weight of it pressing on his shoulders.

And you’re still angry. But more than that—you’re exhausted. From waiting. From wanting. From wondering if he’d ever come for you like this.

“Say it,” you whisper, your voice suddenly too fragile for all the rage burning beneath it. “If you’re gonna blow this whole thing up, you better have the guts to be honest.”

He looks at you. Really looks at you. And something behind his eyes caves.

“I want you,” he breathes, like the words choke him. “It’s always been you. And I didn’t say it because it scared the hell out of me. Because when I’m near you, it’s the only time I feel human again, and I didn’t think I deserved that.”

Your eyes sting. “And now?” you whisper.

He steps forward. Hesitant. Reverent. “Now I’m standing in your living room begging you not to walk out that door. Not because I’m angry. Not because I’m jealous. But because I’m fucking in love with you, and I don’t know what to do with it.” The silence that follows is thunderous.

He reaches for you again, hand trembling like he thinks you might disappear if he touches you wrong. But this time, you don’t pull away. You let him close the distance. The kiss that follows is messy. Desperate. Not pretty, not perfect. It’s all teeth and breath and months of unsaid things bleeding into each other. He kisses you like he’s starving. Like he’s been drowning without you and finally found the surface again.

You kiss him like you hate him for waiting this long. And then—then you pull back. Just far enough to breathe. “I’m still mad at you,” you whisper, your voice shaking.

“I know.” His hands hold you like you’re the sail of a tipping ship. 

“I don’t forgive you yet.” You couldn’t help but let a tear fall. 

“You don’t have to,” he murmurs, brushing his forehead against yours, voice wrecked and tender. “You can hate me all you want tomorrow. Just…stay tonight. Please.”

You hesitate.

Then:

“…Fine.”

His shoulders sag like you just handed him the sun.

“But don’t think this means I’m swooning,” you add sharply. “And don’t think for one second I’m gonna forget how fucking dare you that was.”

That smirk—half pain, half awe—tugs at his mouth. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You shove past him toward the bedroom. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

He watches you go. Watches every step like it might vanish if he blinks. His hands stay curled into fists at his sides—not to stop you again, not this time. But to remind himself how close he came to losing you. And how hard he’s going to fight tomorrow, not to let it happen again.

[delugyu]

hi!! i was wondering if i could request a one shot based on the GGUM mv where yeonjun is a cocky and bratty k pop idol that belittles everyone and basically the reader is like his mananger who’s had enough of his behavior and decides to teach him a lesson and he’s super submissive.

btw i LOVE your writing. cold, curse city was amazing <3

jumped for joy when i saw submissive yeonjun YAYYYYYYY (also thank you!!! hehe)

(wc: 2k / warnings: mean dom!reader, sub!yeonjun, reader’s kind of a bitch but yeonjun is too so it’s okay, degradation, humiliation, oral kinda idk eating pussy thru the panties, unprotected sex, edging..?)

you’re pretty sure that the biggest source of your headaches on any given day is the man you’re watching right now—on a tuesday at eight in the morning—who’s trying to convince you that the interviewer deserved it earlier when he called her an idiot.

“yeah, no. that’s never happening again,” you say plainly, cutting off his long-winded explanation. if only he could catch on when you’re trying to leave no room for argument, but unfortunately he has the most major case of lacking respect and decorum that you’ve ever seen.

“so you think it was okay for her to say that being bratty is my whole brand?” he asks.

“well, if you keep acting the way you do, then you can’t be surprised if that’s what people focus on.” you won’t lie: his brash personality is definitely good for gaining attention. his PR team never has to work too hard, since they know yeonjun’s going to do something stupid to get him on the news anyway. you’re jealous, cause you’re over here busting your ass to make sure he doesn’t go too far and ruin his career.

“i’d be selling a fake image if i was out there kissing babies and shaking hands,” yeonjun says.

“so the better alternative is running your mouth until half the country wants you beaten up?” you don’t want him to act like someone he’s not, but you also don’t want him to be such a dick to everyone.

“stop acting like you know me or the things i want,” he says. it lights a fire inside of you, rage burning at his insinuation. “i don’t want a nice, clean image. i fucking hate it when you try to force that onto me.”

he walks away into his dressing room, probably done with you and this conversation, but you’ve had it. you’re pissed, and he needs to learn that he doesn’t sit on top of the world. you mutter out quick apologies to the staff you push past in your haste to follow yeonjun.

before you can step into the room, yeonjun slams the door in front of your face. “yeonjun, are you fucking kidding me?!” you bang your fist against the door when turning the knob doesn’t work.

“go away,” he says from behind the door. you let out something like a growl in your frustration, feeling like you might just rip all your hair out. it’s too early to already be doing this.

“why do you throw fits every time i try to tell you to have some respect? you can never just bite your tongue for a second.”

you’re met with silence. you hate when he starts tuning you out. you’ll have to pop a few tylenols after this to keep your headache from killing you.

you start up once more, “you think anyone’s gonna look at your art before they look at you as a person? what’s the point in making good music if the person behind it is such a jackass?”

again, no reply. you sigh, running your hands down your face as you try to collect yourself. this isn’t worth it. he’s never going to change.

“i’m thinking i should just quit and let you deal with whatever asshole comes in after me,” you say, just trying to stir him into giving you a response now. you usually keep yourself from going back and forth with him like this, but he’s been on your nerves way too much recently. you were bound to explode with how much he’s been testing you.

the door finally opens. you don’t waste a second when you push it wider and enter the room, shutting it behind you. he’s crossing his arms, eyebrow raised like he’s waiting for you to scold him some more.

“you actually gonna quit, or was that all talk?” he asks.

you scowl and push on his shoulders until he’s sitting on one of the chairs. his eyes widen for a second like he’s surprised you actually put your hands on him. he should be grateful you don’t do worse.

“listen, i’m not going to take your shit anymore. i’m not giving you a choice. you need to have some respect.” you look down at him with ice cold eyes. he squirms a little in his seat; you almost find it funny.

“i don’t know how you expect me to do that. this is just how i am,” he counters.

“shutting your mouth would be a good start.” you put your hand over his lips when he opens them to start talking again. “see, you’re already trying to bark. just listen.”

you keep your hand there, and you’re kind of surprised that he doesn’t even try to move you away. your other hand grips the back of his chair so that you’re leaning over him, and you finally feel like you’re more powerful than him. you feel like he might listen to you for once.

“if you don’t want to be seen as a brat, then don’t be a brat,” you say. “you can have a tough image without annoying everyone. people see you more as a toddler than as some cool guy.”

his eyes dart down, and you realize that, with you leaning over him, he has a great view of your cleavage. he’s staring at your tits. scandalized, you grab his jaw to tilt his head all the way up, so he can either stare at the ceiling or look at your face. he chooses the ceiling.

“are you trying to make me hate my job? do you want me to quit?” you ask.

his eyes find yours at that, and you’re a little surprised to not find any fight in them. he shakes his head and keeps his mouth shut.

“you can answer now,” you say, letting go of his jaw.

“don’t quit, i like you as my manager,” he answers quickly. you huff out a laugh.

“well you sure as hell don’t act like it.”

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes—and sounds completely sincere, too.

you stand up straight, assessing him silently. you let your eyes rake down his body, noticing how he doesn’t move an inch. looks like you’ve finally put him in his place. it’s such a shame that it practically takes you bullying him to get to this point.

“so you’re gonna cool the tough guy act?” you ask.

“i dunno, maybe you should test how obedient i can be,” he prompts with a growing smile. wow, and you were doing so well.

“get off that chair.” immediately he does, standing up and waiting for his next instruction. you laugh at how pathetic his switch up is. you’d love for the nation to see yeonjun now, so eager to follow your orders. how far will he go?

you decide to test it out. “kneel.”

he’s just as quick to follow through with that, too. a power rush is already surging inside you, pumping adrenaline through your body. he looks up at you from his position on his knees. there’s still some space between you, though.

“come a little closer. crawl to me.” your pleased smile stays on your face as you watch him obey, keeping eye contact as he inches toward you.

“this is so funny,” you say as you look down at him. for the first time in your life, you see him look embarrassed. his eyes dart off to the side, unable to take the torment. “eyes on me. don’t you dare try looking away again.”

his cheeks glow with a subtle red tint, you notice as you take in his face. “would you be so kind as to apologize to me again?” you ask.

“i’m sorry,” he answers promptly.

“hm. better than that.”

he looks confused, but you know he’s desperate to follow because he’s quick to oblige. “i’m sorry i was such a brat to you and everyone else.”

“you were a brat. what do you think brats like you deserve?”

you feel him shiver. “punishment,” he answers meekly.

“that’s right.” you place your foot on his crotch, not paying any mind to how hard he is already. “what a shame you were so bad. you could’ve came today.” you take your foot off him and spread your legs apart. “get me nice and wet for your cock.”

“w-what?” he stammers, looking up at you all scandalized.

“i’m not in the mood to repeat myself.” with all the eagerness he’s ever had, yeonjun grips onto your thighs and dips his head beneath your skirt. he starts licking your cunt over your panties, tongue working adamantly against you like he’s scared to do it wrong or poorly.

you sigh, relaxing into the feeling. this is better stress relief than any amount of medicine could give you. maybe you’ll be resorting to this more often.

he wraps his lips around your clothed clit and sucks, then swipes his tongue across the swollen bud. he’s deeply focused on pleasuring you, repeating any little action that makes your legs twitch. you hate to admit it, but he’s getting you wet so fast.

“guess this is the only way to shut you up, huh?” you ask, and you feel him nod in response. “should i do this more then?”

“yes,” he pulls away to say, replacing his mouth with his fingers rubbing quickly against you. “do it as much as you want.”

“is the promise of pussy the only way you’ll—fuck, just like that—respect me?” his fingers run wildly over your clit, desperation oozing off of him.

“only yours. i’ll do anything for it.” he presses into your core, grinding his hand against you. “you’re so wet. please sit on my cock.”

you hum, wanting to say no and torture him more, but you can’t deny how bad you want to feel him inside you.

“sit on the chair and undo your pants,” you instruct. you slide off your panties as he does that.

you sit on his lap and give his dick a few quick jerks before aligning it with your entrance. he makes more noise than you do as you sink onto him, which would make you snicker if you weren’t so busy adjusting to his size.

“you moan like a bitch,” you hiss out as you finally take all of him in. you stay bottomed out for a minute, letting yourself get used to the stretch, grinding your hips every now and then to hear him whine.

“please move, i need more,” he says after a minute.

“don’t tell me what to do.” you start moving anyway—not because he begged you to, but because you’re getting needier for your orgasm. “this isn’t about you, brat.”

he keeps whining as you bounce on his dick, throwing his head back and dropping his mouth open. he sounds so much better when he’s moaning like a whore instead of bitching at everyone on earth.

you gasp when you feel his fingers on your clit, playing with the bud with endless need. even when he bites his lip, little noises keep spilling out of him, and a part of you is almost afraid that someone’s going to hear him.

“i’m close,” you say as you lean back a little, letting his dick hit a new spot inside of you. his eyes shine when he sees your body start twitching.

“i want you to cum so bad, please please give it to me!” his begging throws you ever the edge, biting your lip so you don’t make any sound. breathy little noises escape you instead, which yeonjun seems to like just as much.

you swat his hand away when it becomes too much, catching your breath while you ignore yeonjun’s twitching dick inside of you. yeonjun’s losing his patience, grabbing your hips needily.

“i need to cum too,” he says, brows upturned and almost looking pitiful. you enjoy the feeling of him inside you for a couple more seconds before getting up.

“isn’t that too bad,” you say. his jaw drops, and he goes speechless yet again. “don’t look so surprised. didn’t i tell you that you won’t be cumming today?”

the betrayal on his face suddenly makes this job worth every penny.

[muwapsturniolo]

My Turn ↻ M. Sturniolo

"So this is what we're doing now?"

more angst thanks sza, more cheating thanks to sza.

PT 1

@bernardsbendystraws for divider

Lies.

It was all lies.

The love, the relationship, the loyalty.

It was broken promise after broken promise, and she was tired of it. She was tired of being blamed for their relationship falling apart, she was tired of him pretending to be the person she thought he was. She couldn't believe she wasted half of her life giving him and this relationship her all when she gets nothing but pain and lies in return.

She wishes she would have let him crash out all those times, she should have let him ruin his life.

But she didn't.

He still had his hooks in her, they were deep, keeping her rooted in place. However, she was slowly setting herself free, even if it meant turning into him.

He had his turn to do the hurting, she had her turn to do the learning. The roles had switched, and it was now her turn.

She had no second thoughts, no sympathy for Matt when she started doing her own thing. Picking up more shifts and making more money. She didn't think twice about leaving the house late at night, ignoring the way Matt would stare at her harshly when she put on the skimpiest clothing she owned. She stopped caring about the new names popping up on his phone.

She didn't care anymore.

She wanted him to see how life would be without her.

On a specific night out with her friends, with an intoxicated mind, she made the decision to do something that would officially set her free and teach Matt a lesson.

She decided to get her lick back.

She had connected with another guy at the bar, the man buying her and her friends drinks all night. His hands stayed on her waist, holding her close as he laid it on thick when flirting.

She knew it was wrong, but she didn't care. It was nice to be complimented, it was nice to be wanted.

Even if it was only for a quick hook-up.

Matt was at home when he got the call, shocked that she was even calling him. She had stopped calling him a while ago, the phone calls only happening when he dialed her number.

His heart skipped a beat, thinking, hoping, that maybe she was calling him to come pick her up. He jumped out of bed and started slipping on his shoes, picking up the phone and holding it to his ear.

"Hey bab- Fuck!"

He stops in his tracks, his eyes squinting as he strained his hearing.

His stomach drops when he realizes what's going on, his grip on the phone getting tight as his palms grow sweaty.

"Shit! You're so dee-ngh!"

"Fuck- who's pussy is this?

"Yours! Oh fuck, it's yours!"

He tried to convince himself that this wasn't real, that his ears were playing a trick on him, his mind making him imagine things because he felt so guilty for playing her the way he did.

But he knew that wasn't the case.

This wasn't his mind playing tricks on him, this wasn't an accident.

This was on purpose.

It seemed like time was frozen with how long Matt was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall with a blank look. He didn't even flinch when the girl drunkenly stumbled into the bedroom at 6am, her hair and clothes a mess.

He watched as she stumbled around the room, ignoring him, acting like he didn't exist.

"So this is what we're doing now? You go out and fuck random guys as I'm here trying to fix us?"

She finally turns towards him, laughing in his face when she sees his angry expression.

"Really Matt? Fix the relationship? I may have stayed, but I'm not that fucking dumb. You still been fucking on other people.'' She turns back to the closet, going to grab pajamas, but she's stopped by Matt harshly grabbing her wrist.

"I haven't fucked-STOP FUCKING LYING TO ME!"

She snatches her arm back and proceeds to push him away from her.

"Fuck you Matt! You get to go and fuck all these other girls, coming home and lying to me, hoping I won't leave your sorry ass, but as soon as I finally fuck someone who can actually make me cum, I'm in the wrong?"

He goes to rebuttal, but she beats him to it, continuing her rant.

"Well, guess what Matthew? it's my fucking turn!" She pushes him back once more, his body falling onto the bed as she gets in his face. He could see it, the anger and exhaustion in her eyes, and for once,

He feels bad.

"You hurt me for months on end! and I let you, but I'm done now Matthew! I'm so fucking done with you, your bullshit, your stupid fucking lies, and your fake love!"

"I do love you-"

"No you don't!" She shouts once again.

It seemed as if his words finally made her crack, her body making its way towards the closet, his clothes quickly making their way onto the floor.

"Hey! What the hell are you-"

"I'm done Matt! I'm so fucking done! Pack your shit, take all your bitches, and get the fuck out!"

He tries to stop her, his hands harshly grabbing at her flailing arms and shoulders, failing multiple times before finally pinning her against the wall.

"Calm the fuck down! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"There's nothing wrong with me! How many times do I have to fuckin' say it, Matt? I'M. DONE! Done! I don't want you anymore Matt, I'm fed up and tired, and I can't keep moving like this anymore. I'm done with picking you and putting you first. I'm putting myself first because I deserve it."

Their harsh breathing was the only thing you could hear, the tension in the room thick.

He knew she was serious; he wasn't able to toy with her anymore, and honestly, he didn't want to.

He didn't want to keep this cycle up, he didn't want to hurt her anymore. He couldn't believe he turned this sweet, loving girl into this person who lashes out.

He hates it, and he hates himself.

He takes a deep breath and lets her go, taking a step back.

"Alright...."

She watches as he grabs a backpack from the closet and begins shoving random clothes into the small bag.

"I'll...I'll come back in a few days to grab the rest of my stuff. Just let me know when you're home or when you're gone...Whenever is good for you."

He zips up the bag, grabbing his phone and charger before standing in front of her once more, their eye contact strong yet heartbreaking. He cups the back of her head, closing his eyes as he kisses her forehead.

He refrains from saying the three words that once meant a lot for both of them, knowing that right now isn't the time nor the place.

He pulls away and makes his way out of the messy bedroom, throwing her one last glance before leaving.

The tears she was holding back finally flow down her face as she hears the front door close, the sobs shaking throughout her whole body as she slides down the wall and to the floor.

She didn't know if she was crying out of sadness or from relief at finally being set free from the toxic relationship.

She crawls along the floor and makes her way to bed, curling into a ball as she lays on the cold and empty mattress, crying herself to sleep.