#And that moment of breaking was so fucking real and I just started sobbing
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jeongin x fem reader
cw: angst (😈), breakup, kissing, swearing, mutual pining, mentions of cheating, kinda toxic/asshole seungmin (FORGIVE ME), not proof read bc why tf would i do that (im too lazy so my apologies if some of it doesn’t make sense lmfao-)
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a.n - so this is not how it was originally supposed to be 😭 it started as a seungmin fic but spiraled into whatever monstrosity this is lmao. everyone thank @solisyeah for the request ily. anywho i hope it’s good <3
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Seungmin furrows his brows as he inspects the photo on his screen. A photo of you with another guy, in his lap with your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
Just like you do with Seungmin.
On the very couch he’s sitting on.
At first he thought it was edited, because there’s no way you’d cheat on him, right? But as he took a closer look he just knew it was real.
He was tired, sore, and downright miserable from a rough day at the studio; he had to take way too many breaks for his liking and this picture was just the thing he needed to send him right off the deep end.
He shot up from his spot on the couch so fast it made his head spin, but that didn’t deter him from storming into your bedroom where you were sitting on the bed, aimlessly scrolling through your phone. Once you see his face you can automatically sense something’s wrong.
“Seung?” You tilt your head as you watch him take your apartment key off of his key ring before placing it on your dresser with a clink.
“Seungmin what are you doing?” You jump off of your bed as he slides his shoes on. He runs his fingers through his hair with a frustrated huff.
“I don’t- I think we just need a break. I need a break.” These words were the last thing you imagined to ever come out of his mouth, in this context especially. Or lack there of.
“Wha- why?” Your eyes glaze over with unshed tears that threaten to spill at any given moment. You don’t want to cry in front of him, you’ve always hated having your raw emotions on display like that, especially in such a powerless situation. “Seungmin, talk to me. What the fuck is going on?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. I’m not stupid.” Seungmin shakes his head “Did you really think you could hide it from me?”
“Hide what, Seungmin?”
“You should’ve just fucking left me. Spared my feelings, maybe. But I guess you’re just too selfish for that.”
Without another word he rushes out of the room, leaving you in shambles with nothing else to do but slide to the floor, curl into yourself and let the sobs take over your body.
Seungmin can hear you crying before he even walks out of the front door, causing his heart to clench in his chest and his gut to twist. Standing with his hand just brushing the door handle, he has to physically force himself to press on, to let you go, to accept his reality. The door slams shut behind him and the noise only pushes you further towards the realization that this is actually happening. You aren’t hallucinating, this isn’t some fucked up fever dream or an even more fucked up prank.
You just wish you knew why. No matter how much you try to put the pieces together, you’re always missing something. You can’t think of anything that could’ve set him off. Everything was perfectly normal less than an hour ago, yet all it took was five minutes to trigger the downward spiral of what feels like the end of the world- the end of your world.
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“What’re you doing back here?” Jeongin slides next to Seungmin - who is still eyeing up the picture on his screen - on the floor. Jeongin nods towards the phone, “What’s that?”
Seungmin huffs and leans his head against the wall behind him, “I honestly don’t fucking know, I don’t even really want to know, actually.”
Jeongin reaches for the phone, pulling it out of Seungmin’s grasp. His lips part in a silent ‘oh’ as he inspects the photo. He’s assuming Seungmin hadn’t even given you a chance to explain solely based on his reaction, in typical Seungmin fashion. Jeongin turns his body to face the other, his face set in an almost disappointed expression.
“I’m going to say this with the utmost respect and I need you to not cause me any bodily harm-” Jeongin sighs before continuing, “You’re a dumbass. Like the dumbest dumbass I think I’ve ever seen. Like paboracha level dumbass. I’m talking-”
“Are you done?” Seungmin groans and squeezes his eyes shut.
“Are you done? God- you just fucked yourself over. If I were you I’d start praying that she’ll still take you back after all this crazy shit.”
“How did I fuck myself oven when she’s the one cheating? Or am I supposed to just forget about that and take the blame for it all like usual? She brought another guy into the same place I spend almost all my time at, and probably fucked hi-” Jeongin slaps his hand over Seungmin’s mouth, effectively silencing him before he could carry on with his bullshit.
“Hyung. Shut up.” The maknae slowly pulls his hand away as Seungmin’s eyebrows shoot upward. “Look I get it, you’re tired, you’re upset, you’re angry bu-”
“Can you fucking blame me? I can’t unsee it. I mean, you see how comfortable she looked with him.” he clenches his fists.
“Will you keep your mouth closed already? You’re killing me here, got a massive migraine now.” Jeongin groans and rubs his temples as he speaks “That picture was taken over a year ago. Before you even knew she existed, hyung. Besides, I know her better than anyone ever will, other than you obviously, which is why I suggest that you get your ass up and go apologize for being such a dumb fuck. Beg for her forgiveness if you gotta. Maybe get on your knees while you’re at it.” he sighs and stands, holding his hand out to Seungmin before pulling him up.
“How do you know she isn’t lying to you? How do you know she isn’t lying about anything else?” Seungmin finally says.
“Because she loves you too much to do that to you. God, have you always been this dense? You seriously need to wake up and realize how stupid you sound.” Jeongin mocks, prompting Seungmin to glare at him one last time before walking out of the studio. All the while unbeknownst to the younger standing with a frown threatening to pull at the corners of his mouth.
“He’s a fucking idiot if he let’s her go over this,” he mutters begrudgingly while he listens to the soft pur of Seungmin’s car in the distance.
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Almost a week later you’re still waking up with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. The first thing you notice is Seungmin’s apartment key still sitting on the dresser untouched. Well, it used to be his. You were really hoping that it was all just a shitty nightmare and that you’d still be tucked in his side with his soft snores being the only sound to fill the room even though it’s days.
You realize what had stirred you awake as another knock fills the almost suffocating silence. You’re half tempted to just ignore it, but something in your gut tells you to answer it.
“Oh, uhm- hi Innie.” you wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie. Or Seungmins hoodie, rather.
God you need to pull yourself together. How could you not even realize what you were wearing. Fuck.
“Hey,” Jeongin rocks back on his heels somewhat awkwardly, “Can I come in?”
You nod and mumble a soft ‘of course‘ as you move out of the way for him to slip past the threshold and into your apartment while you take a moment to collect yourself, and to put on the most convincing smile you can possibly muster.
“What’s up?” you find a spot on the couch next to him as he scans the room for a second, looking for any signs of whether or not Seungmin actually showed.
“He’s not here, is he?” Jeongin turns to you with sympathetic eyes, finding your own longing for comfort, seemingly pleading him for some sort of consolation.
“N-no but he’ll probably be back so-”
“He’s not coming back, y/n. If he was, it would’ve been days ago.”
Before you can open your mouth to protest, Jeongin has you pulled into his strong chest and tucks your head under his chin gently. “It’s okay, baby. I got you.” he sighs, rubbing small and slow circles on your back just the way he knows you like. He places a small, chaste kiss on the top of your head because he’s learned over the years that the action relaxes you and makes you feel secure.
Jeongin knows you like the back of his hand. Sometimes he thinks he knows you better than he knows himself. He knows your favorite food, your favorite season, your favorite movie. He knows how much you love to read, having periodically skimmed your shelves for books you may have and promptly buying you ones that you haven’t already buried your nose in.
Most importantly, he knows exactly what to say in order to subside your bad moods (he’s well seasoned in this field), and that sometimes you say things you don’t mean yet he never - and will never - hold that against you.
He knows just how much you loved Seungmin, not even wanting to imagine the amount of absolute heartbreak you’re feeling. Despite all this, he can’t help but feel somewhat relieved. You and Seungmin undoubtedly wouldn’t have worked in the long run and that’s exactly what you desire and deserve: a stable, long term relationship where you’d be taken care of and treated like the absolute goddess that Jeongin thinks you are.
He just wishes you give him a chance to treat you like his- more so than he already does now.
“Thank you, In,” you mumble into his chest.
“You don’t need thank me, baby. You know I’m always here.”
You did know that, you’ve always known that. Jeongin doesn’t let you doubt how much he cares for you, he’ll spend every waking moment reminding you if he has to.
You pull back slightly to look into his eyes. “I always end up burdening you with my problems.” Jeongin’s eyes soften at your apology and all he wants to do is hug and kiss and cuddle you until he thinks he’s convinced you enough of his adoration.
But for now all he can do is settle for words, though he can’t help but think it won’t be enough.
“Baby, please don’t be sorry for that. What kind of best friend would I be if I never listened to your complaints or rants?” Calling himself your best friend took more out of him than it should have and he tries to hide his hesitation. Thankfully you hadn’t noticed.
Hearing Jeongin say this makes you realize that he’s treated you better than any boyfriend you’ve ever had. Seungmin never reassured you like Jeongin does. Actually, now that you think about it, Seungmin didn’t do half of the things Jeongin does, even if it was the bare minimum.
He’s always like this, but why does it feel different now?
That’s just his personality, right? There isn’t any hidden meaning behind his words or gestures. Or the way he’s holding you and speaking to you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever had contact with. The sudden urge to reach out and cup his face is unreal. You just want to make sure you aren’t hallucinating. You wonder how you managed to find such a perfect person who thinks the world of you just as much as you do them. Someone who loves you just as deeply and truly as you do.
Wait what?
You’ve singlehandedly scared and confused yourself all at once now. Obviously you love him and he does you, but it feels as though you love him in a different way. A special way, one that you don’t think you’ve ever felt for anyone. Not even Seungmin, who you once thought was hands down your soulmate.
What you failed to realize, however, was that your soulmate has been here the whole time, and he’s holding you in his arms like he never wants to let you go.
You cut off your train of thought because he doesn’t want you like that and you’re making assumptions that could get you hurt.
Too late.
Another wave of sadness that has nothing to do with what upset you earlier washes over you.
“Baby? Hey, where’d you go?” Baby. Fucking baby. He’s got to stop calling you that. You want to tell him to stop, so why can’t you open your mouth and form those simple words.
“Mhm, ’m okay.” You can’t even bring yourself to put the tiniest bit of distance between your bodies.
You mentally scream at yourself for sounding so noticeably pathetic. He must think you are how could he not when you’re making it so painfully obvious.
“Don’t hide from me, baby. You know you don’t need to hide anything from me.” How ironic.
“I’m not- I just-” you huff and lean your forehead against Jeongin’s chest. God, when did he get so…buff? Has he always been like this?
He pulls your head back to force your gaze to meet his. “What did I tell you, hm? Talk to me baby. I’m all ears.” His arms encircling your body is the last straw before the world comes crashing down on you.
Tears flood your vision and you aren’t even sure as to why you’re crying this time.
Pathetic and dramatic. Great.
Jeongin immediately thinks he’s overstepped now, he took it too far and made you uncomfortable. He removes his hands from you immediately though the action kills him inside, when in reality you want the exact opposite. You want him to pull you closer, you want your chest flush against his to the point where you can feel his heart beating.
“I’m sorry, Innie. I’m sorry.” You finally climb out of his grasp and step away from him. He follows you and with every step he takes forward you move backward until you collide with the wall.
“Why are you sorry when you didn’t do anything wrong? I don’t want you apologizing to me for no reason. If anyone should be apologizing it’s Seungmin, but it’s his fault and his loss, you know that.” You wish Jeongin would stop being so supportive, it’s making it ten times harder to ignore your surfacing issues.
“That’s not the problem, Jeongin.”
Since when did you call him by his full name?
“Then what is it? Is it me? Please I- I just want to help you.”
Your tears have finally halted and you couldn’t be more thankful. You need to be able to properly look into his eyes.
“You can’t help me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
“Why are you being so difficult all of a sudden?”
“I’m not.” You cross your arms over your chest.
Jeongin blows out a frustrated huff. “Why can’t you tell me? Is it because Seungmin and I are friends becau-”
“I love you.”
“I know you do, which exactly is why you should be talking to me right now instead of bottling it all up-”
“No, Jeongin. I love you. Not in a friend way, not in a platonic way. I want to kiss you and hold you and-” You’ve worked yourself up so much you have cut yourself off in order to calm down.
Jeongin’s mouth stays agape for a solid five seconds before he even processes what you’ve said. “You love me?”
“Is that not what I just said?” Jeongin has to bite back his smile at your remark but quickly frowns again at the expression on your face. You look regretful, like you wish you never spoke. You’re just waiting for his rejection, willing it to come faster so you he’ll leave and you can wallow in self pity by yourself in the comfort of your bed. You disturbed the peace that was your friendship.
“I- the breakup is still fresh and you aren’t thinking straight, baby. Don’t say things you don’t mean.” Jeongin pleads. Is he trying to convince you or himself?
“But I do mean it Jeongin. I really do and I can’t believe it took me this fucking long to figure it out and I wish I’d never caught feelings because this is just a shit show now.”
He goes to speak but you quickly interrupt him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Just forget about it,” you expect him to leave, or to at least move away. But he doesn’t, instead he leans in closer to your ear and whispers in a hushed tone,
“Didn’t I just tell you to stop apologizing, baby?” The way he says ‘baby’ sends shivers down your spine, it’s different than the other times he’s called you that. This time his words actually do have a hidden meaning. His breath ghosts the shell of your ear for a moment before he slowly pulls back to look at you. As if he hasn’t studied your every feature to the point where you’re engraved in his mind.
“You have to promise me that you actually understand what you’re saying and that it isn’t the post breakup neediness talking.” He looks at you sternly and fully expecting a response in words.
You, on the other hand, have absolutely no intention of speaking as you instead grab him by the collar of his hoodie before pressing your lips against his.
Kissing your best friend is much more intimate than you ever expected. He kisses you like it’s not the first time and with more than enough purpose. It starts off aggressive but soon simmers down into a delightfully slow and passionate rhythm and as cliche as it sounds, it’s in this moment that you finally know where you belong, where your home is.
No matter the circumstances, Jeongin always left a space for you in his heart. His subconscious wouldn’t let him fill it with someone else even if he wanted (which he didn’t), forever waiting for you to find the spot with your name written all over it and stay there for as long as you may live.
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You fake an orgasm with Rafe just wanting it to be over but he can tell and won’t let you go until you give him a real one
Faking It
Warning: noncon, somno, smut, forced sex, unprotected sex, oral (f!revieving), slapping, choking, gaslighting, forced orgasm
Your breath came out in choppy, panicked bursts when you awoke to find your boyfriend’s head buried between your legs, his tongue eagerly lapping at your clit.
The lacy camisole that you had worn to bed was bunched up over your rising and falling chest, exposing your soft breasts to the cold air of your room. Your matching panties were no doubt carelessly discarded to the floor when Rafe had pulled them off of you.
“Rafe!” You lifted your hips, bending one knee back as you tried to lightly kick him off and scoot away, still feeling confused after waking up to this, but your boyfriend’s strong arms circled around your thighs, dragging you back to him.
“Shh baby, relax,” Rafe purred, leaning back in to slide his tongue along your slick folds. When you tried to snap your legs shut, your boyfriend easily pried them open.
He ventured to your clit again, teasing the tender bud and you whined as he dragged the pleasure out of you unwillingly.
“Stop it, please!” You squirmed in his grasp, tears falling past your lashes as the bigger man held you firmly in place. Your resistance wasn’t doing anything to deter him, if anything it seemed to have the opposite effect.
You felt like you were in shock. This seemed completely unlike your boyfriend, you never could have imagined that he would do something like this to you, and your stomach turned at the fact that you could see a sick glint in his eyes every time you whined or tried hopelessly to break from his grasp.
The blond stuffed his middle finger and his ring finger into your mouth to shut you up and you sobbed, your saliva messily coating his fingers.
When he removed them, you gasped for breath, but when you felt him slide his fingers across your slick folds, you tensed beneath him entirely.
Rafe pushed two fingers into your cunt, his thumb toying with your clit. You whimpered at the feel, clenching around his fingers and you heard your boyfriend chuckle lowly at your reaction.
“That’s my good girl,” he cooed, studying your face as tears slide past your squeezed shut eyes. Your mouth fell open and little gasps and moans cascaded past your plump lips. You could feel the cool metal of his ring as he plunged his fingers into your messy cunt.
His fingers were pumping into you faster now and you could feel your juices dripping down the inside of your thighs.
You felt sick. Your boyfriend’s touch seemed burning hot, and every thrust of his fingers was an invasion of your body and your trust.
You just wanted it to be over, you hadn’t even wanted this in the first place. So you decided there was only one way out of this situation.
You whined and moaned, much louder than before, tensing your body and shaking beneath him as you pretended to come undone around his fingers.
Rafe slowed his movements and for just a moment, you felt a shred of relief, before it was painfully ripped away from you.
His hand connected with your cheek sharply, sending your head snapping to the side and you let out a short gasp before you were cut off when his fingers circled around your throat.
“You think I don’t know when my girlfriend is fucking faking it?” He hissed at you, and you gasped again when he started pumping his fingers into you at a relentless pace.
“Rafe-” you choked out, salty tears trailed down your flushed cheeks, and you tried to fight your way out of his grasp, but your boyfriend’s grip on your throat pinned you in place.
He stretched you out uncomfortably when he pushed a third finger in and you whined at the feel of his thumb meeting your sore clit again.
“Just for that fucking stunt you pulled, you’re gonna have to give me two real ones,” Rafe sneered, and your eyes widened in fear.
“Wait no-!” you struggled against him as he choked you harder.
“Shut the fuck up, Y/N!” He was shouting at you now, and you felt absolutely terrified of your boyfriend.
Before tonight, you never would have imagined Rafe hurting you, but the crushing strength of just one of his hands around your throat told you that you were dead wrong.
His thumb circled your clit with more pressure now and he was fucking you with his fingers in a way that was downright punishing.
You could feel the twisted pleasure building within you, and you knew that you were powerless to stop what was headed your way.
You came with a strained whimper, squeezing and gushing around Rafe’s fingers. The high of your orgasm invaded your mind and a wave of nausea hit you when you realized of how conflictingly heavenly and disturbed it made you feel.
“There you go, Y/N,” Rafe sneered above you. “Was that so fucking hard?”
You were much too out of it to respond.
So out of it that you didn’t realize Rafe was lining up his hard cock with your sore entrance until he roughly forced all of himself inside of you.
Your squeal was muffled by his hand slapping over your lips. Your boyfriend didn’t give you anytime to adjust, stuffing his thick cock deep in your cunt, tilting his hips back before filling you up again.
Rafe groaned loudly, his hand twitching around your throat as he lost himself in the speed he was fucking you at. His fingers brushed over your sensitive clit and you squeezed around his dick even tighter.
“Shit baby, doesn’t feel like you don’t want this when that cunt is pulling me in.” Rafe growled and his taunting words made you cry even more.
Your boyfriend fucked you harder, his pace and force were punishing, and his grip on your throat was tightening so much you were beginning to feel lightheaded.
The second time you came, it was unexpected, to both you and Rafe. As you squeezed his cock, pussy pulsing as your orgasm hit you in waves, Rafe’s fingers restricted your breathing even further and black spots danced at the edges of your vision.
“Fuck-” Rafe’s voice was breathy, and he groaned at the feel of your perfect pussy gripping his length as he drilled into you. “I’ve gotta fill up that pretty little cunt.”
You gasped for air against his tight hold on your throat and scratched at his arm, earning a backhanded slap that made your head spin and your vision go white for a few seconds.
“Look at me, Y/N,” Rafe ordered you, and you blinked away the fog of your mind to focus on your boyfriend’s face again.
Your teary eyes, pathetic expression, and the fresh slap mark, not to mention the humiliation written across your face, was enough to push Rafe over the edge, and he groaned as he painted your walls, emptying all of his cum into your messy cunt.
You could feel his seed dripping out of you when Rafe finally pulled out and you shuddered at the sticky sensation.
Rafe grabbed your chin and forced you to meet his gaze. He smirked down at you, drinking in every detail of the scene before him with a sick enjoyment.
“Don’t ever pull that shit with me again. Got it?”
You numbly nodded, mumbling out a timid, “yes,” when it seemed like the nod wasn’t a sufficient answer.
“Cause if you ever do, you’ll owe me five more, not just two.”
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Flyers - Jamie Drysdale
I love him so much and I wish him all the success in the world
I’m also trying not to hate cutter gauthier
I hope you enjoy, I like this one
Request and talk to me, pls and thx
It’s late in the evening when the shrill ring of your phone cuts through the silence of your bedroom. You glance at the screen and see your boyfriend calling. It’s not a FaceTime, and it’s always a FaceTime, so you’re confused, and your heart skips a beat as you answer him.
“Hello?”
It’s silent on the other end, but you can hear him lightly breathing and shuffling around.
“Jame?”
Before he even utters a word, you feel a subtle shift in the atmosphere. There is a reason he didn’t FaceTime, and there is a reason his usual warmth and cheer is replaced by a heavy silence. As the seconds tick by, you can sense his hesitation, and an unsettling sense unfolds in your stomach.
You hear him take a shaky inhale, hold it for a second, and then he breathes out.
“They traded me.”
His voice is raw, and it trembles with unusual vulnerability. In a single second, your heart shatters into a million pieces. Before you can even fully comprehend what he said, tears are pooling in your eyes, and your hand is clasping at your mouth.
“They what?” You ask.
“They just told me. I’m going to the flyers. They want me there tomorrow.”
Finally, the news settles in. Your boyfriend was traded. Jamie was fucking traded.
A million thoughts rush through your head. Jamie has to move. He has to leave Trevor. He has to pack up his entire life in a single night and fly across the country.
Silent tears are streaming down your face, and you realize you’ve stayed quiet for way too long. You also know you need to get a fucking grip. This isn’t about you, and you need to get your shit together because he needs you right now.
So, you take a deep breath and calm the fuck down.
“Are you okay?”
You hear him shuffling around again, probably packing up all his things. He doesn’t say anything for a minute, and you patiently wait until he’s ready.
“I don’t know. It hasn’t really set in yet. Doesn’t feel real.”
A sharp pain thumps through your chest at his words. He continues.
“I’m trying not to feel anything, honestly. I’m trying not to think about everything I have here.” His voice breaks. “But it’s been my home, and I don’t want to leave.”
You finally hear him break, and you would pay any sum of money to be able to teleport to him now. It wrecks you that you can’t be there to hold him during this time. You can’t begin to imagine what he’s feeling. You know he’s thinking about everything that Anaheim has given him. You know he’s
recounting the countless memories made on and off the ice, the shared victories and losses, and the deep bonds formed with teammates.
“Jamie.” You start, then stop.
“Yeah?” He asks softly.
“This absolutely sucks, and I’m so so sorry.” You pause. “The ducks are the biggest idiots in the world, and they don’t deserve you.“
Jamie's breath catches on the other end; it’s a mixture of a chuckle and a sob escaping him. You smile a bit because your words seem to reach through the distance, a small lifeline in the whirlwind of emotions he’s currently facing. He takes a moment before responding.
“Thanks, babe. It means a lot to hear that right now.” He sighs again. “I just never expected this, you know? Everything’s changing so fast. I love it here, and it kills me that I won't be part of it anymore.”
You nod, even though he can't see it. It’s as if the very fabric of his life is unraveling, and you wish you could weave it back together. But all you can do is sit here and listen to him and try your best to be his anchor in the storm of uncertainty.
“I wish I were there with you, help you pack, give you a hug,” you say miserably.
“Me too. he admits, another sad sigh escaping him.
You sit there again for a couple of minutes, listening to him pack and offering your presence. You finally hear him close to the phone again, and he breaks the silence.
“I'm scared (Y/N). It’s a whole new team. I don't want to let anyone down, especially you,” he confesses.
You want to punch him. He knows better. Not once, ever, has Jamie let you down, and you sure as hell know that he never will.
“That's enough of that, Jame, you could never let me down. Nerves are normal, but I also know the player you are. You’ve got this, and I’ve got your back. Always.”
He lets out a quiet okay and quickly hangs up the phone. You’re confused for a brief moment before his FaceTime pops up. You answer in a heartbeat, and a wide smile takes over your features as you finally get to look at your boyfriend.
He looks tired, and his eyes are a bit red, but he has a soft smile, and you know that everything is going to be okay.
For the next couple of minutes, you talk it out. You discuss the logistics, the challenges that lie ahead, and the uncertainty of the future. You do your best to hype him up, and as the logistics conversation draws to a close, a somber calm settles over the two of you. You can finally sense a shift in his tone, a quiet acceptance mingled with some determination.
“We are gonna figure this out, won't we?” Jamie asks a trace of hope in his voice.
“Yes. Besides, I like the flyers. Way better than those losers in Anaheim,” you assure him.
Jamie chuckles a bit, and then a hilarious thought crosses your mind.
“Oh my god.” Panic laces your voice, and Jamie furrows his eyebrows.
“What?”
You start laughing, suddenly very happy.
“You’re gonna be with Gritty!”
You can’t help but roll over with laughter, knowing your shy-as-hell boyfriend is going to be on the team with the most infamous and chaotic mascot ever. You can’t even begin to explain how giddy this makes you, and Jamie lets out a small groan but begins laughing with you anyway.
After you settle down, wiping the new happy tears away, you smile a wide smile at him again.
“You know, I’m still on break. Maybe I should come down and be there for your first game?”
Just like that, your boyfriend is back, and the smile you’re so in love with takes over his features.
“Really?”
“Absolutely. I can think of no better way to end my break than being with you.“ You beam at him. “Besides, I have to scope out the team. Let em know that they have a new hotshot player who has the hottest girlfriend ever.
He barks out another laugh at you, but you know he agrees one hundred percent with your statement.
“God, I love you,” he says, the words carrying the weight of the world.
“I love you too,” you respond, “This is honestly exciting, Jame. You have great things coming. I can feel it.”
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Hi! I really like the sub! Strawhat post and i was wondering if you can write something similar with other characters, preferably shanks, mihawk and katakuri (and maybe kuma 👉👈) or any character you want!
Sub characters and amab reader please!
Up to you if you want to write it or not
Anyways have a great day!!
ty for this request! love these old men 😩 also added buggy, yasopp and benn to stay in this generation's theme 💛
sub! shanks, yasopp, benn, buggy, mihawk, katakuri and kuma
[minor spoilers for kuma, mihawk and katakuri]
Warnings: top!male!reader, dom!reader - amab anatomy
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Shanks
(public sex, spanking, overstimulation, blowjobs)
genuinely what has this man not tried - he is the leading spirit of adventure both in the grandline and the bedroom
he gets horny often and incredibly easily. you need to wear him out completely by taking risks like making him cum in public or spanking his ass red to completion when you're alone. he enjoys sex with you too much so to overwhelm him, you have to push him into feeling intense emotions and sensations. make him see god
but when you do (his back arching, eyes rolled back and body convulsing after yet another orgasm), he gets drained of his energy and collapses into you. that's when you can completely ruin him by taking it further than he is prepared to handle
definitely obnoxious and unashamed of being caught in public. tease his cock through his pants under the table and he'll excuse his red cheeks with the alcohol served at this bar. finger him stealthily with your arm wrapped around his back and he'll lean in and pretend to be a close couple. only you are able to hear the hitched breaths and suppressed whimpers
his blush matches his hair real cute
shanks will happily get on his knees for you and suck your dick with a grin... after riling you up for hours. he likes to tease and nip at the skin around your cock, and loves when you grab him by his red hair and push his face deep in between your legs. moans if he feels you come down his throat
he's all shaky laughter and breathless fun against you when you take him against the wall of a marine building, pushing into your thrusts and moaning with each slap of your hips into his plush ass
Buggy
(brat taming, degradation, rough sex)
buggy is either too arrogant in himself to have much experience, or a complete whore when he's pushed around. definitely both, if you push him hard enough
leading a petty grudge like his towards shanks, and a constant on-edge insecurity in himself, buggy expresses himself through anger and arrogance. when you initiate with him, he will definitely carry that outrage into sex with you and it will be as rough and mean as he dishes out to others
he's a brat through and through and will only respond to you if you degrade and discipline him. he wants to be pushed into a corner and dismantled by your words and hands. tell him how much of a disgusting slut he is, point at his hard, leaking cock at just a few insults and force him onto his knees for you
loud when you break past his walls. he starts with soft grunts when you circle his nipples with your mouth and tease his pulse point but he quickly devolves into whining and angry sobbing if you dig your fingers in his hole or abuse his swollen cock. he'll refuse to look you in the eyes and will turn his head to the side, too teary and humiliated by how weak he is for you
angrily moans when you slam your cock into his mouth after an argument
he'll be begging for you to go harder and crying for more when you finally fuck him. if you hit his prostate consistently he'll start sobbing
his makeup will end up smeared all over his face and bedsheets, lips swollen enough to be red on their own
he's just so pent up, please fuck his brains out and give him a release for his anger by railing him until he cums dry
Mihawk
(marking, waxplay, riding)
I can't imagine a moment where mihawk isn't dignified and regal. making him go against his nature, debauched, is something that turns him on endlessly
lick and suck under his jaw to feel that corded muscle stutter under your tongue. his untouched neck is so sensitive and his abs even more so. trail kisses down to his navel and you will feel his stomach shudder against your lips and his hips buck into yours
its a point of pride for him to allow you to mark him like this, he will moan quietly into your mouth at the thought of being defiled against his reputation
he loves riding you on his throne seat. the feeling of your hard cock inside him drives him crazy. for him, a lot of submission is about the psychological aspect - the idea of letting someone claim him on both the markless outside and his hot insides. guide his hips harder and make him feel an imprint of your dick inside his hole for days
alone in his castle, he is far more open to giving into you. fuck him slowly on his back while dripping hot candle wax onto his skin, leave red marks across his pale chest. mihawk will be shaking and choking back groans at the contrasting stimulation
Katakuri
(praise kink, sensory deprivation, shibari, breeding)
this baby is the most submissive of this list and incredibly shy about it, despite his size and power. he's flushed and lightheaded at the idea that you want him this way
his insecurities about his face, body and strength are always on his mind, so he's not very experienced. katakuri needs to trust you completely, and you have to reassure him with praise so you can wring out orgasm after orgasm like he deserves
he's so shy about letting you hear his moans and whimpers and constantly tries to cover his face with his hands. don't let him, tell him how beautiful and perfect he is with every thrust to his prostate
the best way to shut katakuri's mind off and fuck the trauma out of him is with a blindfold and restraints. tie him up gently, lick at his nipples, suck the head of his cock and he will writhe in the sheets and shake like he's being tortured
katakuri loves when you edge him for hours with your mouth and fingers, he gets so oversensitive and whiny. only allow him to cum when you finally fill his hole, because nothing makes him feel more loved than being bred (the charlotte genes..)
Kuma
(soft sex, hand kink, inexperience)
like katakuri, kuma's position in canon is so precarious that he would struggle to be vulnerable with anyone. he's gentle and kind but hardened by the world so you should give him safety in your arms, with soft touches and gentle intimacy
his hands are the most sensitive part of his body (they're paw pads!), so you will make him melt if you gently intertwine your fingers with his when you push close to him, or trace his palms with your fingertips as you caress his inner thighs
he really appreciates patience with his timidity. he loves when you set the pace and guide his inexperience and make him tremble with the new sensations all over his body
suck his fingers while stroking his cock and this man will gasp and tremble and leak precum everywhere. he gets so wet for you
Yasopp
(blowjobs, facefucking, rough sex, child abandonment kink)
the issue with yasopp is that he's similar to usopp - charismatic and full of tales and boasting. however, he can actually back it up, so rather than anxiety, this man is annoyingly cocky and arrogant
shut him up by pushing your cock in his mouth and fucking his face until he cries. he likes to play the game of pretending he's punished, but the way he ruts that wet spot of his pants against your leg says otherwise
what he needs is, to be bent over and his hole abused and stretched while he wails like a whore. the feeling of being so thoroughly dominated really humbles him
Benn
(control kink, breathplay, choking)
benn is fairly neutral on sex and has had a fair amount of experience at his age, but rarely allows others to take control
what he needs with you is to be pushed into submission like its a snarling dog fight - the thrill of losing control to you like this gets him breathless
lick into his mouth when he smokes and shotgun him. he loves the intimacy of sharing smoke and breathing into each others mouths. he wants your complete focus and for you to take control of the function that keeps him alive
the moment he feels your hand wrap tight around his neck, he moans roughly and his cock twitches in his pants. grind into his ass with your fingers pushing bruises on his neck to really make him arch his back
if you really turn him on, benn makes these deep, guttural groans that rattle his body and make his eyes roll into his skull when he's about to cum
kuma was a hard one because he's so🗿 but i hope you like it ♡
#top male reader#dom reader#male reader#bottom character#anime x reader#x reader#one piece x reader#one piece#shanks#buggy the clown#benn beckman#yasopp#bartholomew kuma#kuma#charlotte katakuri#dracule mihawk#nishikiace s#nishikiace writes#nishikiace replies
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WANT ME DEAD
summary: loving and being loved by jack hughes was supposed to feel like a breath of fresh air— but the air was quickly stripped from your lungs when you realized it was never real
pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader
warnings: heavy angst, one sided love, bets, death
uhm heavily UNEDITED LOLL she kinda sucks but
you knew jack was the one for you the moment he came up to you after one of his games just to apologize for someone in the crowd accidentally pouring their beer on you— someone who he had no idea existed.
you knew jack was the one for you when he would make an effort to call you every night, always waiting for you to answer before saying, “hey, pretty girl.”
you knew jack was the one for you when he came to your house the night after your brother got into a car crash. he held you tightly— whispered sweet nothings into your ear as his hold never loosened.
you knew jack was the one for you the moment ‘i love you’ slipped through his lips; like little secrets only he wanted you to know.
but, your entire relationship wasn’t private— no it was entirely public. not public in you posting each other, but public in him telling every little detail to his best friends: trevor and cole.
you realized jack was a shitty man the day you overheard him on the phone. his voice; the one you grew to love, was speaking to trevor.
you realized jack was a cruel man the day you heard him admit out loud to his mother how this was all fake. you realized his mother was an admiring woman the moment she started to yell at him. you realized jack would never be a good person the moment he lied to you.
“was any of it real to you?” you whispered as you looked at his back. you watched him tense up before turning to you.
“what—what do you mean?” he was acting oblivious— sinking into it.
“how much of our relationship was fake to you, jack?” you spoke, your eyes held pain in them as you teared up.
“where is this coming from, baby?” he asked.
you let out a scoff mixed with a choked sob. “why are you still performing in front of me? im not stupid jack, ive heard you! you called me stupid for believing this. you just told your mom it was just because you wanted money.”
“baby..” jack spoke lowly. his eyes held guilt, anger.
“were you sent by someone? someone who wanted me dead? because you are fucking killing me, jack. ive been back and forth with myself, trying to convince my head that you were lying; or even just joking. ive tried for defending you against my head for so fucking long, jack.”
you watched as ellen stood there; clearly torn apart by the entire thing. of course she loves her son, but he was ruining you.
“you knew i loved you— you knew that and you still did this? you couldn’t have a fucking heart and just reject me?” you were desperate— desperate for his love, even after this.
“i didnt want to hurt you..” he trailed off.
you let out another scoff. “good fucking riddance”
you had tears running down your cheeks. you turned around, trying to not let him see you cry. you felt his hand touch your shoulder— which you quickly shrugged it away.
“dont you dare— you have no right.. no right to touch me right now.” you were a mess— a full on mess. “you— i let you see all of me, all of it.” you brokenly whispered.
“i let you in— you came to my brothers funeral for fucks sake, jack! i cried on your shoulder— you told me, you said so many things.” you cried out.
jack watched you break down, his brows furrowed as guilt washed over him.
“i took you to my moms grave.” you whimpered out, your lip quivering as you shakily spoke.
ellen came over, her arm wrapping around your shoulders. “come on sweetie, lets get you outside.” she whispered.
you sobbed into your hands as she began to lead you outside. “mom—“ jack tried to speak but was immediately cut off by the look she gave him.
that night, you declared ellen hughes as your savior. that night, you declared jack hughes as the shittiest man to exist. the smallest man who ever lived.
i need to make a new taglist bc i forgot everyone and it was so messy last time 😭😭 lmk if u want tags from now on babes!!
#hockey#jack hughes#nhl#nhl imagine#nhl hockey#new jersey#new jersey devils#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes x y/n#jack hughes x you#jack hughes imagine#jhugh86#jhugh#jhughes#hughes brothers#jack hughes 86
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Ultimatum
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Pairing | stepdad!Emmett x reader
Summary | Your stepdad has made a habit of using you as stress relief. When you try to deny him, he gives you a choice.
Warnings | Smut, dub con, technically incest, very large age gap, manipulation, blackmail?, breeding, daddy kink, I need therapy.
Words | 1.4 k
Notes | I don’t think I’ve ever seen stepdad!Emmett smut and that is a crime. Also I can’t stop writing him + forced breeding🫣
Ao3 link | <3
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You groaned quietly when you started to wake up, confused about what you were currently feeling until you realized it was hands on your waist and lips on your neck.
“Emmett… please. I’m tired.” You whined, just wanting to go back to sleep.
“I know. I’ll be quick.” He whispered, kissing down to your collarbone.
“Emmett..” You tried again, just barely attempting to squirm away from him. “I’m tired,” He pulled back and the look on his face made you nervous.
“Tired from what exactly? Because I know it’s not from getting food and supplies or setting up traps.” You frowned a little— it’s not like he even lets you leave here… “So be a good little girl, keep your fucking mouth shut, and let daddy use you to get off, okay?” You blushed and looked away from him. You don’t really like when he calls himself that. Sure he’s your step dad, but he’s only been your step dad for like two years and you’re already 18. Of course you only call him Emmett, much to his displeasure.
Once he was satisfied with your obedience, he pushed up the large shirt he gave you to wear, exposing your panties. He resumed kissing down your chest until he reached your breasts. You tried not to gasp too loud when he took your nipple in his mouth and slipped his hand below the fabric of your panties. He suckled on the hardened bud gently as his fingers started rubbing slow circles on your clit.
“I don’t know why I still keep you around. You’re just one extra mouth I have to feed, one extra body I have to protect— and you can’t even do something as simple as helping me relax.” He said bitterly, making you pout. “Maybe I will get rid of you.” He threatened, moving to your other nipple to suck it into his mouth.
“No…” You whined, feeling tears prick your eyes at the thought of having to survive like this on your own. “I’m sorry, Emmett.”
“I keep you safe, treat you like my own fucking daughter, and yet you still call me Emmett.” He spat, almost viciously.
“I’m sorry,”
“No. Say it.” He ordered, making you blush and look away. When he noticed, he leaned back up over your face and roughly grabbed your cheeks with one hand to turn you back to him. “Say it or I swear to god, I’ll get myself off with your cunt and then kick you out for good.” He growled and you let out a choked sob, not used to this behavior from him.
“I’m sorry— I…” You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head, not wanting to say it. You’re 18 for fucks sake. Even if he was your real dad, it’d still be weird as hell for you to call him that. His hand suddenly wrapped around your throat tightly, making your eyes open again.
“Fine. You’re not gonna say it?” You let out a strangled whimper, staring up at him with teary eyes, silently begging him not to make you. Once he knew what your answer was, he reached down between your bodies and freed his cock before pulling your panties to the side and lining up. In one quick thrust he was fully sheathing his cock inside you. The pain made you cry out, but his hand was covering your mouth before the loud noise could escape. He groaned quietly and immediately started rutting into you, ignoring your muffled sobs and the way you tried to push his hips away to get a break from the painful stretch.
“Before I get rid of you for good… I’m gonna do what I’ve been craving since I first got to feel your tight little cunt.” He gruffed. Once you realized what he meant, your eyes widened and for a moment you were completely frozen in shock.
“No!” You tried to yell, but it was incoherent behind his hand.
“I’m gonna fill you up again and again until I drain my balls completely, then I’ll send you off with my come dripping down your thighs.” You clawed at his hand and wrist, trying to pull his hand away so you could beg him not to. “Oh, now you have something to say?” He asked sarcastically, but you nodded anyway. The second his hand was gone, you were begging.
“Please… please, I- I’m sorry. I’ll be good— I won’t complain, I’ll call you… that.” You said with a blush. “Just please pull out. Please don’t make me leave.” You whimpered. His thrusts got even rougher, pounding you so hard that you had to cling to his shoulders and bite down hard on your lip so you didn’t scream.
“It’s just not worth the hassle anymore, kid.” He shrugged solemnly and you let out an almost violent sob in response.
“Please! D-daddy, please…” You whimpered brokenly, making him groan.
“Say it again. Tell me what you want.” He gruffed, rutting into your more desperately as he chased his orgasm.
“I want to stay with you, daddy…” You cried. “Please let me stay— I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Yeah? You want me to keep you safe?” He cooed, brushing some of your hair out of your face before cupping your cheek. You nodded, staring up at him with wide, glossy eyes as your bottom lip trembled. “Okay, you can stay with me, baby.” He said softly.
“Thank you!” You could almost cry in relief.
“But,” he said, quickly getting rid of all that relief, “this isn’t enough for me anymore. Doing all of this to keep you safe and healthy isn’t worth only coming in your mouth or on your body… If you really want me to keep you around, then no more pulling out. I come in your cunt or you leave for good.”
“But, I— I’ll get…” You whimpered, voice barely audible.
“I know. But having some kids will be good for you. It’ll give you something to do while I’m gone during the day.” He smiled, slowing his thrusts into a gentle rocking motion, but all you could focus on was what he said; kids. Plural. As in more than one.
“Please,” you begged quietly, “I- I’m not ready for that… I’m only 18.”
“Almost 19.” He corrected teasingly. “You’re going to make a great mommy, I already know it… But if you’re not ready, I’m not going to force you. There’s still another option.” Technically there’s another option, but it’s literally just death… “Better choose quickly, I’m getting close.” His thrusts sped up again as he focused on his impending orgasm, savoring the sounds his brutality was forcing out of you.
“If you don’t choose, then you’ll be leaving here pregnant and you won’t be coming back.” He warned and you let out a loud sob as you cried. He cooed and cupped your cheek, but you heard the way his moans started to get louder. You can’t get pregnant… Not this young, not with all of the hospitals closed, not without a doctor— it’s just too dangerous… But not as dangerous as being alone and defenseless out there.
“I.. I want to stay.” You croaked, staring up at his face that was blurry from your tears.
“You know what I want to hear.” He said softly, but his thrusts contradicted his tone with the way he started rutting into you more frantically.
“Please let me stay, daddy.” He raised his brows, silently telling you to continue. “I- I want your baby.” You whispered, bottom lip trembling as you cried silently. “I want you to— to get me pregnant, daddy.” You cried and he gave you a proud smile.
“Good girl… You’re such a good girl.” He cooed, leaning down to kiss you as his thrusts got even harder. Without any warning, he forced his cock in as deep as it could go with a loud groan. His head dropped down into the crook of your neck as his hips bucked weakly, riding out his orgasm. The feeling of his breath on your neck as he panted and grunted quietly had you shivering, a new wave of tears rolling through you.
When his body finally relaxed, you were completely frozen beneath him, unable to process what just happened. After another moment, he pulled back to look at you with a small smile before rolling you both over so you were on top of him. He hugged you close to his body, his cock keeping you plugged up as he got ready to fall asleep.
“I’ll keep you safe.” He whispered, snaking his hand down to rub at your lower belly. “You and our babies.”
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Needy♡
𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut without plot♡
"That's it bella. You're taking my fingers so well" he purred, laying his head on your tummy as he gazed up at you through half lidded eyes.
God what a sight. You didn't even know how much he loved watching you unravel beneath him. Because of him.
No, he didn't care about the way you desperately tried to push his fingers away from your core after the second time you came. He simply cooed, placing a soft kiss on your lips as he pinned your wrists above your head.
"Just one more for me, bella. Sure you can do that"
You were a babbling mess, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill as he guided you through your third orgasm of the night, thumb circling your puffy clit.
"That's a good girl" he mewled, gaze sliding up to meet yours. "Will you turn around for me please?" he then added with such an innocent look on his face.
Without waiting for a reply he hooked an arm under your back and flipped you over, earning a groan from you.
"'Samu please iss too much. I need a break" you cried out but to no avail.
His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against his throbbing erection. "Come on bella you can take a bit more. I've waited for so long to fuck you" he said in a honeyed voice.
"And whose fault is that? If you hadn't spent that much time~ ouch!" A hard slap landed on your ass, followed by Dazai's lighthearted giggle.
"Don't talk back now princess. You didn't seem to be complaining when you fucked yourself on my fingers five minutes ago"
Mean, he was so mean sometimes but his cruel words only riled you up even further. Biting down on your lower lip you turned your head to face him; a few strands of your hair stuck to your damp forehead.
"Then why did y-"
You were suddenly cut short by Dazai's deep thrust; he slid inside you and bottomed out, earning a low moan from you.
He only giggled in response as he began rocking his hips back and forth at a brutal pace, slender fingers entangling in your hair; pushing your head into the silky pillows.
"There you go bella. Wasn't that hard to silence you after all." he teased and you wanted to talk back again but couldn't articulate a word. You were too spent and fucked out to even form a coherent thought; the only sounds rolling off your lips were desperate mewls and choked sobs.
Dazai's lips curled into a wide grin as relished the state you were in. "What a mess you are. And I barely started fucking you" he cooed before slapping your ass again, hand coming to rest on the heated, reddened mark.
You bit on your lip again, eyes rolling back in your skull and you're secretely grateful he couldn't see your face right now. Clawing at the bedsheets in a futile attempt to get away from him you closed your eyes, chanting his name like a mantra.
"Shit shit Osamu please slow down I'm-"
"Cumming? You gonna cum again baby? That's okay" he uttered between moans, his voice a deep and laced with lust.
(And oh the voice kink is real) Your walls wrapped around him like a vice, causing mindless whimpers to roll off his lips.
"Fuck bella you really are something huh?" he mewled, pushing your body onto the mattress as he held your hips alligned with his cock. The new angle allowed him to hit all the right spots and soon enough you were a sobbing, overstimulated mess beneath him. Dazai's nails dug deep in the plush skin of your hips, leaving crescent marks all over it.
His thrusts soon grew sloppied and deeper and he slowed down his rhythm in a desperate attempt to prolong the moment. Hips fluttering against yours he leans in over your body, gently pulling your hair to the side to expose your neck; he sank his teeth in your skin, ripping a ragged moan out of you before swirling his tongue around the mark.
"You're so pretty darling. So, so pretty." he whispered, breath hot against the shell of your ear. He was so close you could clearly make out the faintest sounds that stuck in his throat as he tried to keep his voice down. "So, so pretty..."
He went back to kissing your skin and you knew that pretty purple bruises were going to bloom in every place he so feverishly sucked on. But no, you didn't care. All that mattered now was heat pooling in your core as you approached your high; a familiar, tingling sensation.
"Ah shit baby I'm cumming I'm~" you moaned out load and Dazai did his best to keep a steady pace. He was so drunk on you right now, eyes glued on his cock as it slid in and out of your sopping cunt. He whimpered when your walls clamped down on him like a vice; pushing himself right against your cervix as he spilled all of his cum inside you.
Your boyfriend didn't move until you regain your breath and prop yourself on your forearms, sighing deeply. Just then he pulled out, but only to fuck himself into you again.
A wicked grin made its way to his lips as he chuckled at the sound of your mewls.
" 'samu nah enough please please" you begged, crumbling down onto the sheets again.
"Fuck baby love you so fucking much can't stop now" he moaned out before seizing your chin, making you look at him.
"Ah there you are bella" he said sweetly in a shaky voice and oh, he swore he was gonna cum right away after seeing your fucked out expression.
Eyes rolling back in your head, you struggled to meet his gaze. "'Samu please-"
"Please what pretty?" he stuttered, trying to maintain his composure.
You only cried out as his fingers moved to your clit again, circling the over-sensitive spot. "One more bella, one more" he begged, sultry words echoing in your mind.
And how could you deny him when he was so desperate? Gathering all of your remaining strength you steadied yourself on your shaky limbs.
Your boyfriend took notice of your actions and smiled, words of praise rolling off his lips like a mantra as he chased his own high. "So good for me bella yea that's it. You're all I've ever wanted"
Soon enough he came again, this time stumbling to the side as soon as he pulls out. You fall right next to him and nuzzle against his heaving chest; trying to steady your own breath.
"God you're so perfect love" he beamed, looking at you with his coffee coloured eyes.
He felt so euphoric right now, like a kid in a candy store. Pressing his lips to your temple in a gentle kiss, he wrapped an arm around your torso and pulled you closer.
"You know I love you, right?"
The gentle tone of his voice melted your heart like butter. Your fingers combed through his damp hair as you kissed his neck.
"I know and I love you too sweetie."
No more words were exchanged between the two of you that night as you simply rejoiced each other's embrace; the comfort slowly lulling you into a dreamless sleep.
I served🫡. Hope you like it♡♡
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd x reader#bsd smut#dazai osamu#bsd dazai#dazai bsd#bsd fluff#dazai smut#dazai x reader
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Regulus black sopping wet pussy
listen. i think james could probably write soliloquies about being in between regulus' thighs. how it gets him drunk, the taste. the feeling of drooling into reg's cunt, spit mixing with slick and smearing on his cheeks, down his chin so, so sweet that he cant help but groan a guttural, "god, i love you," with his face buried there.
he loves it when his glasses get foggy with the effort—thats when he knows he's doing real well. when beads of sweat start to form on his brow from the heat of regulus' thighs. when droplets run down his neck from the exertion of fucking his fingers in and out, in rhythm with his tongue, throwing an arm across regulus' legs to open him up and stop him from squirming. when his breathing gets all labored, too focused on gulping regulus down to care about intaking air properly. mouth open, tongue laving ceaselessly at regulus' clit just to see how long he can keep him sobbing—thats when he knows its good.
and when regulus breaks another pair of his glasses from the force of his thighs squeezing around james' head, well, he's the furthest thing from annoyed. james wears it like a badge of honor actually, thinks he'd be happy to replace his glasses a million times over if only for one more moment between regulus' thighs.
#im trying so hard to focus on writing my personal statement draft but these asks are making it almost impossible (keep sending them)#jegulus#regulus black#james potter#mail
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༅ ｡ₓ AOT girls (+hange) reacts to you crying during an argument…
paring: mikasa x reader, annie x reader, pieck x reader, hange x reader, sasha x reader.
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𓏲·˚ ͙ mikasa
- you felt your heart bang with every word that came out of your wife’s mouth. her voice riddled with irritation at your lack of understanding, as you continued to go back and fourth. “I don’t like the idea of you out there for that long!” You shouted, desperately trying to explain. “You’re being dramatic,” she said, “it’s apart of my job, y/n. Theres nothing I can do about it!” It felt like you two had been saying the same thing over and over again. “6 months? Halfway across the world?! And you’re okay with that?!” You shouted angrily. “I have orders, y/n. I don’t have a choice.” She said sternly. “And there is nothing I can do or you can do to change that!” her aggressive words hit you in the heart as you felt your eyes start to water. the air was finally quiet for a few moments as you processed everything. ‘she has to. It’s her job. i need to understand that…’ you thought. But you just couldn’t. you just couldn’t stand the thought of mikasa being gone that long. the silence finally broke in the air as your voice choked up “I just don’t want you to leave me..!” your voice broke, as the tears you’d been holding in did aswell. You choked out sobs, deep, heavy, sobs, as your voice shattered sentences of incoherent. Mikasa froze for a moment, before her gaze went soft as it lied on you. her warm embrace laced hands around your figure as it held you tightly, her eyes filling with sadness. “Oh..don’t cry love..” she whispered as your cries continued, her arms wrapping lovingly around you. “I know darling, I know this is hard.” Mikasa said, as her hand raised your face from your palms to look you in the eyes. her fingers caressed tears off your face as she helped you calm down. “I promise you, I’ll never leave you.. no matter what distance lays between us.”
𓏲·˚ ͙ annie
“You never listen to me! Ever! I mean fuck y/n why do I even bother at this point?!” Annie shouted angrily, her tone filled with more rage than usual. It started off as a dumb couples fight to now a full on argument spurring out angered insults with mindless thinking. “Oh really? You’re one to talk! That’s all you ever do is blame everything on me!” You spat back. Annie’s figure swiftly turned around to face you, “you’re the one that starts shit y/n, not me.” she sternly said. “I put up with your shit every day for the past 5 years. 5 YEARS Y/N! I’ve had to mother you! I’ve had to care for you! IM BASICALLY A GODDAMN BABYSITTER!” Her screams rang in your ears as you closed your eyes, her aggressively packing her bags.“Seriously?” You mutter out, “I’ve sacrificed friendships, I’ve sacrificed LIVES for you! I’ve sacrificed everything just to be with a warrior! I’ve done so much for you!” you screamed back. Annie looked at you, her eyes as stern as ever. “ All you’ve ever done for me is cause me problems,” her voice was serious, her voice was real. i think that’s the part that hurt the most, the fact that her voice said what her mind wanted to. and she was being honest. The anger you once had in your eyes faded to a soft gaze as you felt your heart shatter. Your eyes filled with tears as you stayed silent, trying not to cry. “That’s all you ever do.” Annie sternly said, failing to realize your soft whimpers would soon break into sobs. as you felt your world crashing down on you as tears streamed down your cheeks, your palms held your face in your hands as you cried. Annie turned back around from stuffing a shirt in her suitcase, her eyes landing on you. she stayed silent as you cried, not knowing what to do. But what she did know, that she really fucked up. Annie glanced at your figure, feeling that out of regret and guilt arise in her stomach. She softly came towards you, her arms carefully wrapping around your body as you dug your head into her shoulder, sobbing. “I’m sorry..” she whispered into your hair. “I’m sorry..” she said a bit louder. But you could tell from the tone in her voice, that she was being honest.
𓏲·˚ ͙ pieck
“Please y/n, I’m not in the mood.” Your girlfriend said, tiredness on her face. “But you said you’d stay tonight..” you disappointedly breathed out. “I barley see you enough as it is. You can’t just stay a few hours?” the woman turned around swiftly to look at you, “I don’t know how many times I have to repeat myself. I said no y/n, what part of that do you not understand?!” Her aggressive response caught you off guard, your air feeling more heavy around you. “..you don’t have to yell at me pieck..” you softly muttered out before she cut you off. “Well sometimes you just don’t fucking listen!” She shouted aggressively, taking out her anger on you. “Pieck stop! I don’t want to fight with you!” You called back, trying to calm her down. “Then stop being so needy all the time and let me rest!” She replied. Her words made you feel like a burden as you felt your chest get tighter, confused and saddened as to what you did wrong. “..fine…” you sighed out, turning away to walk upstairs. You heard pieck mutter a “finally” under her breath as your vision became blurred, tears swelling up in your eyes. You turned back around in the doorway to look at pieck. “..I’m sorry If i did something wrong..” your voice wobbled out, catching her attention. Pieck starred at you, tears flowing down your face as you slightly hummed soft cries. She was token aback by your state, clearly now realizing how she acted towards you. “Oh.. dove..” pieck softly said, “no..no no sweetie” the messy haired woman came over to you, her eyes fixated on your own watery orbs. Guilt plastered on her face as she hugged you tightly, making you take in a deep breath to stop your sobs from getting worse. “Honey, I’m so sorry dear.. I don’t know what gotten into me lately.. I’ve just been so stressed.. I shouldn’t of token it out on you love… I’m so sorry sweetheart please don’t cry..” she said, drying your tears with tissues. “I..know you’ve been… stressed.. and I’m sorry I just miss you…” you managed to get out in between breaths. “Im sorry darling..”
𓏲·˚ ͙ hange
The one night that you rarely have with you and hange alone, cancelled all because of some stupid paperwork they could get to in the morning? “Seriously Han?! Do you know how long we’ve been planning this?” You hear hange sigh from their desk as they touch the bridge of their nose. “I’ve told you y/n I have too many things to do! Why do I have to keep repeating myself like a skipping record?!” Hange scolded at you. Apparently this date meant more to you then it did to her. Way more. To the point they’d rather do paperwork than go on it. “You can do that shit in the morning! This is the one night we finally can go out and you’re telling me no?!” You angrily shouted at her. “Fuck hange! I’ve barley seen you in weeks! I wake up and your not there! I go to sleep and your not there! Why is everything about your fucking work?! Why is it never about me?!” You shouted at them, their face filling with more irritation than before. “I’m not saying it again.” They said, picking back up their pen and scribbling down on their paperwork. “Really? You’re really gonna do this to me?” You said, trying to not flip out on them. Hange didn’t reply, but just ignore you. “Gonna ignore me like you always do, huh?” You scoffed. A rage burning up inside you as you ranted. “You know why the hell are you even in a relationship if you’re commander?! You leave me out in the fucking dust! You act like I’m not even there! Is all I am just a fuck to you when you’re too stressed to function?! Huh?! Is that paperwork more important than me-“ “YES! FUCK ANYTHING TO SHUT YOU UP!” they yelled, cutting you off. You felt your heart sink as they screamed, going on about how you never listen, always complain, how they’re always too busy and stressed. Too focused on their rant to notice the tears falling down your eyes and your small shaky breaths. “AND I DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY TO DEAL WITH Y-“ they cutt themself as they saw your shattered figure, your eyes filled with tears as they kept streaming like a river down your face, dripping onto the floor. ‘At least now they were quiet, huh hange?’ they thought, realizing how badly they hurt you. You just started at the floor avoiding eye contact as they breathed out a sigh, fixing their glasses. “I..c-come here love.” They said, their hand gesturing for you to come closer as they walked towards you. Hange sighed as they felt you collapse into their arms, not knowing when the last time they held you like this was. She let you sob, rubbing circles onto your back as she occasionally pressed kisses into your hair, relaxing into you. “I know I haven’t been the best partner, y/n. I’m not a good partner at all. I’m sorry.”
𓏲·˚ ͙ sasha
“I am doneee!!! Donee!! No more arguing i cant hear you!!” Sasha plugged her ears as you continued to pour out everything that was in you. From the late nights out, to the not knowing where she was. It was too much. You’d never get a serious answer, all you’d get is your concerns blown off with a ‘ehh you’re dramatic babe’ it was like she took nothing seriously. Not your emotions. Not your concerns. Not even your relationship. “Sasha fucking stop!” You yelled. “I’m trying to talk to you about something that concerns me and all you do is plug your ears and ignore me!” You cry out. “Do you even care about us at all?!” You say, to be greeted with a nonchalant “oh wow and now you think I don’t care?” Sasha scoffed, hopping off the counter. “You’re frustrating me! Ive already told you I’m having fun I’m safe I’m fine I’m not cheating on you!” They blurted out. “Sash that is not even my concern! Maybe you’d know what it is if you’d actually listen!!” You yelled out. “Oh trust me, I listen.” She bit into her Apple. “I have to listen to your insecurities all the time. And I have to deal with ‘em. I’ve gotta put up with ‘em!” She remarked back, making you even more frustrated. “Then why don’t you do anything about it?! Why don’t you care?!” “Damn it y/n I do!” “Then shut up and listen!” She laughed at your remark, confusing you. “Gosh you really don’t quit do you?” Sasha chuckled, making your blood boil. You had enough, you were so filled with rage and hurt. You felt tears start spurring out your eyes as you yelled and cried and sobbed, catching Sasha off guard. “Y/n?” She looked around, lost. “Hey-uh..” Sasha just starred at you and your broken figure, sobbing and crying. “D-did I really make you that upset..?” She questioned, taking in the state you’re in. “Babe..” they came closer to you as you muttered a “go away..” in between sobs. “Hey no nooo babe.. ah gosh..” Sasha said, trying to comfort you. “Ah..please don’t cry pretty, I’m sorry darlin’..” she hugged you tightly, pressing your figure up agaisnt hers. “I’m gonna do better honey, I promise.”
a/n: I AM SO FUCKING TIRED
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Headcannons of the avatar boys being mean doms??? Jake, Quaritch, Tono, Tsu’Tey
DEVIL IN DISGUISE !
- AVATAR MEAN DOM HEADCANONS
A/N: hi bb <3 ty for sending this request in it had me giggling and twirling all day ‼️
REQUEST INFORMATION
Pairings: Miles quartich, Jake sully, Tonowari, Tsu’tey x fem!reader
WARNINGS: Pure filth.begging,Degrading, risky sex, daddy kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, slapping(like once), Throat fucking, spanking, p in v, size diff, stomach bulging, possessive behavior, I think that’s it
- JAKE SULLY
He’s so mean baby, got you on his cock fucking you stupid no matter how you crying from overstimulation.
“Yea? Going stupid on daddy’s cock like a good slut?”
He’ll dick you down anywhere. The forest? Doesn’t care if you get caught. Hell, maybe he even wants someone to see the way your fucked senseless on him.
He’s got a thing for overstimulating you always, watching you shake and sob under his touch, your puffy clit too sore, your cunt aching.
This man is such a sucker for watching you loudly moan the moment his cock head hits your cervix, bruising it over and over while his pace is brutal.
And baby, you break one of his rules, you are fucked! He’ll get you all hot and heavy just to sit there and watch you try to pleasure yourself, laughing when you start begging for his help.
He’s so cruel. He loves the way you shake, cry, beg, the way you look with your lips all puffy from biting it to keep your noise down during risky situations, the way he fucks you until you can’t think about anything but him.
- MILES QUARITCH
He loves using you as his own personal toy. His own little whore to use.
When he comes back from a mission gone wrong with pent up anger, he’s quick to use your mouth, holding your head as he thrusts into your tight throat.
You gonna complain about it? He’s got you bent over his knee real quick, spanking you.
“You ginna keep being a ungrateful whore or you gonna listen f’r me?”
Quartich is so glad to use your holes, any day he could bend you over a table, fuck you right there, watching the way you shake and quiver.
No matter how many times you say his cock is too big, he pushes it all the way in. Bruising your cervix.
He’s got a small thing for slapping.. sorry.
- TONOWARI
He’s rough. I mean rough.
His hands gripping at your waist, bruising your hips, his cock plunging in and out of you.
He loves the way your stomach bulges from his cock, pushing you past what you thought you could go.
He’ll take you out to the other end of the reef just to fuck you there, the way you try to hold back your noises and the other clan members are just on the other side.
He’s such a tease. He’ll cockwarm but won’t move his hips at all. Tonowari will sit there and watch you squirm around, trying to pleasure yourself.
He can’t help how possessive he can get over you to, reminding you that you belong to him and only him, his hands pinning you down while he pounds it into you.
Don’t even get me start on this man’s cock. Oh Jesus oh mighty 🙏
- TSU’TEY
This man will forever be a hard dom and I’m never changing my mind. Hes just living the way you react when he’s hard n rough on you.
If he can’t smell himself in you, he’s quick to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you for so long. He’s got no mercy.
The way his balls slap against your sopping folds, your lips raw from kissing, legs shaking, the way you’re barely hanging in to your mind.
He’ll keep rutting into you, watching the way you say it’s too much, yet come around him for who knows what number this time
Tsu’tey will pull your hair, biting down on your neck, marking you as his.
He’ll make sure nobody touches you, and if they do he fucks you stupid until you say you belong to him.
He’s just so possessive over you and that’s what drives him yo be hard on you, drives him to pound it into you that you are his.
#jake sully#jake sully smut#avatar smut#jake sully x reader#miles quartich#miles quaritch smut#miles quaritch x reader#tonowari#tonowari smut#tonowari x reader
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♪ — 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 - part seven
charles leclerc x fem! driver! reader (angst)
“… forgetting is troublesome especially when you used to be enemies.”
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It was certainly a miserable feeling. Waking up alone when you have become so used to the man you shared a bed with everywhere you went. Muffled sobs echoed in the room no matter how much you tried to cover your mouth or quiet down. You didn't want to wake up.
You'd been jolted out of your sleep, skin drenched in cold sweat. You couldn't get the image out of your head nor get your sobs to silence as you quietly walked through the room to the washroom where the locked door would cut out any noise to protect the sleep of the Monégasque on the queen sized bed.
"is he going to be okay? i—is he going to be okay? . . . please talk to me. please tell me he's going to be okay." you sobbed in your hands as you waited in the pitlane, the rain pattering on your helmet as you sobbed in your palm.
you wouldn't have been alone had Jules been here to comfort you. The vivid memory of watching him crash out at only your third ever grand prix was horrifying. Especially after starting your short lived friendship.
But that wasn't all.
"are you okay? y/n? y/n, are you there? can you hear me? it was all to hazy. was the sky grass? or were you upside down? everything was blurry and muffled, your body was numb, and your throat was sore. "y/n, you copy?"
"i'm— i'm just going to take a little nap." your hushed voice promised over the radio as you pulled your glove off to reach up, or apparently down, to touch the grass.
After being demoted mid season in 2016, to make space for Max verstappen at red bull, you were scrambled to say the least. Sauber was not the best to you in 2017. Neither was Ferrari in 2018. The post redbull struggle was real.
Even more than ever after your crash at the Mexico gp during fp1. You were sent to the hospital with a brain injury, a few fractured ribs and fractured ankle. You remember how everyone was sure you were done for. You couldn't stand on your own, more or less even hold a glass of water without violently shaking.
What ticked you off the most was you remember seeing Charles' Sauber in your side mirrors before colliding with the wall.
You traced the surgery scar on your ankle as you sat on the floor, biting on a towel to mute the cries. Your attempts to stay quiet were all in vain. Charles was up from the moment he heard you shuffling in your sleep on the couch. He'd followed you to the bathroom after you shut the door.
He wanted to comfort you. To hold you again. "I wish everything could just go back to the way it was." His heart clenched hearing your words, leaning his head on the door tired. "Why can't you just come back. I don't want to be here. This is wrong."
"Every fucking time!" You slammed your hands on the steering wheel. "Fuck I hate this." "Alright Y/N, cool down."
"FUCK! FUCK!" With a rough tug and an angry scream, you slammed the steering wheel on the asphalt. "I HATE THIS, I HATE THIS, I HATE THIS. FUCK FUCK FUCK!" "It's a red flag—" "OH REALLY? REALLY?! I WOULD'VE NEVER GUESSED."
With a quick and angry tug you pulled your gloves off and climbed out the car. You kicked the tire that had not been drilled in well and had caused you to spin out on turn 9, copse corner.
Wrestling with your helmet, you pull it off, drop kicking it in anger. You wanted to throw glass, slam a vase, rip paper, break something, anything. Your blood was boiling and you were going to snap at any moment.
You didn't return to the garage. Heading straight for the motorhome, your dad joined you on the walk back. "Non hai notato la gomma? Avresti potuto dirglielo." [you didn't notice the tire? you could've told them] "stavo tornando alla fossa. non sarei riuscito a uscire da quell'angolo." [i was on my way back to pit. i wasn't going to make it out of that corner]
"vai a prendere le tue cose così possiamo andarcene." [just go get your things so we can leave] You complied with a huff, stomping out of your driver's room after stuffing all of your stuff in a bag. "Y/N." Looking up to see Charles. Of course you would. "Où vas-tu?" [where are you going]
"Leave us." Your father pulled you away from your bicep, dragging you along from your bicep. You looked back only to see Charles' disappointed face. You tried to turn around and reach out to him only to be tugged back.
The ride back was quiet. Your dad made you stay with him at his hotel till your flight. You sat at the window while he argued with someone in Spanish, probably your mother. A deep sigh escaped your lips as you hugged your legs, leaning your chin on your knees.
You were regretting this; calling in your father, letting him be in control. But he was your father, and it was your mistake calling him in. No matter how much you wanted to go back to Charles.
You were beginning to learn how much you loved him, how much you needed him. You wanted him to hold you and kiss you the way he does.
"It's you, Carl." Your hushed voice was weak and hoars. Charles who had been sitting on a chair against the wall had rushed to your side immediately.
"Why are you crying? Your ruining your pretty eyes." Safe to say the anaesthetic was doing it's job. You gently ran the back of your finger on Charles ( or Carl as you thought he was ) 's cheek, wiping his tears.
"How come you always find me?" You giggled weakly. Charles held your hand gently, leaning his forehead on your knuckles. "I know someone who has that same exact shirt. I had one as well." You pointed at his top, the Sauber logo with the sponsors filling in the empty space.
"His name is Charles. He's really pretty. But a pain in my ass." "Pretty?" Charles chuckled weakly, wiping the fresh tears. "Yeah. He has beautiful eyes . . . kind of like your eyes. But I promise you have the prettier ones."
"Do you . . . like Charles?" "No. I like you."
You closed your eyes with a short sigh. The memories were becoming more frequent. You could almost put puzzle pieces together, string out the story. But you weren't becoming any more . . . normal. You didn't even know what was normal at this point, but you wanted to be the 25 year-old woman everyone thought you were.
This . . . "you", she needed to leave. You were causing way too many problems. With your team, with your husband, with your family, yourself as well. It just wasn't right.
"Voglio prendermi il resto della stagione libera." [i want to take the rest of the season off] You called through the room. "continua a sognare." [keep dreaming]
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Regret regret regret, you felt as you walked through the airport. You wanted to dump your dad. You were pretty sure you could easily find Max ( cause who doesn't paint their private jet team colours and put their lion logo on the jet's tail? )
But you couldn't just leave your dad like that. No matter how much he was unlikable or how much you wanted to go back to your husband, he was still your father. You respected him ( to a certain level ) and feared him. Maybe 25 year-old you could. Maybe you were just a coward.
Maybe? You are.
"I wanna go home, to Monaco." "non essere un bambino, that's not your home." [don't be a baby] You groaned. How much more can you take?
You tucked your hands under your armpits as the plane took off, bracing yourself with shaky breaths.
"We're gonna fall— we're gonna—" "Hey hey, we're okay." Charles held your hand, kissing your knuckles. "We're flying. We're going home." He assured you with his charming smile.
He pulled your head to lay on his shoulder, kissing your temple. A laugh rocked through his chest as you gripped onto him for dear life. "Oh, amour." [love]
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"Its five in the morning, who's knock-" To say your younger brother in law, Arthur, was surprised and confused to see you at his door with a awkward smile was understandable, especially since your family and Charles had been looking for you around the planet for the past two hours.
"Sorry, I need a place to hide."
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on being real
“I don’t want to date you anymore, Jackson.”
The silver fork he was holding in his left hand fell onto the marble floor, crashing the silence caused by your announcement. Jackson was visibly irritated, big frowns on his face.
“You… what? Why?”
For days you had been practicing this moment, imagining how you would explain your reasons and set him free. And even though you went over this moment hundreds of times, you were not prepared for the gravel pit of anxiety in your stomach. You didn’t do this because you didn’t want him, no. Your feelings were as strong as ever, but Jackson never opened up, he never let you take a look behind his porcelain façade. You decided to no longer waste your time with someone that only portrayed his good sides.
“I don’t feel like knowing you, Jackson. You only show me your good sides, you never share your problems with me. I just…”, you stumbled to find the right words.
“Say it, y/n”, he urged you with a serious tone.
“I feel like I’m dating a fake.”
Ouch, the pit grew bigger.
Jackson hid his face behind his hands, shielding himself from you. You didn’t think it would affect him that much, but his silent sobs gave him away.
“I’m sorry, Jackson.”
It didn’t take long for him to change into his real self, which you finally saw for the first time after months of dating. His eyes, always sparkly but never serene, turned dead, drained from life and love. You silently gasped, surprised to see the abyss behind the veil.
Jackson broke out in laughter as he wiped away his tears.
“Dating a fake, huh?”
Tears started to form in your eyes, seeing him like that broke your heart.
“What do you want to know, y/n? How broken I really am? You think you’re going to love that?”, he spat sarcastically.
You couldn’t answer, you didn’t dare to. Jackson took another sip of his drink, grimacing in pain.
“Shall we talk about my crippling depression, then? You want to know what that’s like? To lie awake every night wondering if this is the life I want, the one that I deserve? Shall we talk about the accompanying anxiety which is clouding my mind 24/7? Am I doing enough? Am I true to myself? Is this really who I am? Shall we talk about my sweaty hands and rapid heartbeat? Me wondering if I’m about to drop dead any minute? Is that it?”
He paused and observed you, not understanding the reason behind your tears.
“Or shall we talk about my health problems? Did you notice how badly I’m griding my teeth? Should I tell you that my jaw is tense as fuck and my teeth are overly sensitive? That drinking and eating anything but warm liquor is making me wince in pain? You think I’m this skinny because I’m on a diet? No, y/n, far from it. Should I tell you how frustrated I am because I have tried literally anything, and no one can help me? You wanna know what that’s like? To be helpless in your own body? To be betrayed by your own fucking body?”
Your eyes wandered to the glass in his hands, finally understanding why he was always drinking so much. Jackson started pacing through the room while bearing his darkest secrets.
“Or shall we talk about the people I’m seeing for help? Because I’ve seen them all, y/n. I searched through whole fucking Asia, and everybody is saying the same shit. It’s all in your head, Jackson. Do you know how fucked up that is? Neither antidepressants nor the shit for my teeth is helping me and you wanna know why? Because apparently, it’s in my head. My body is hurting because my soul is hurting. Isn’t that hilarious?”
Jackson spilled some of his liquor, trying to make a point.
“Or let’s not forget about my love life, y/n. You wanna know what that’s like? You wanna know how much energy it took to portray myself as normal? I wanted you to think of me as strong and healthy and full of life but now you’re breaking up with me because that was, what, fake? I did all of this so you would never realize how broken, fragile, and weak I am. But I guess that wasn’t the right way to go about it either.”
Another layer of sadness washed over his face, tinting his brown eyes in even deeper despair. Jackson took a seat on the couch and hid behind his hands again, wondering why he told you all of this if you were already over him.
He flinched in surprise as he felt your arms around him, hugging him tightly. For once he just gave in and hugged you back, crying silently in your embrace.
“Thank you for telling me, Jacky”, you whispered sweetly into his ear. “This is exactly what I wanted.”
He looked at you surprised, so you explained yourself.
“I fell in love with you because you were a real one. Standing in your truth and being true to who you are. That’s how I have always perceived you, anyways. But then when we started dating, and I never got to know that side of yours. You were too perfect, in a way. And I don’t want perfect. I want real, Jacky.”
His thumb brushed along your cheek, tracing down to your jaw.
“How could you possibly want that?”, his hoarse voice croaked.
You chuckled in response.
“I’m not perfect, Jackson. And I don’t want to be. Don’t you think I get depressed from time to time? We can cry together then. And yes, the thing with your teeth sucks. But I will love you even if you get new ones. And besides that, my teeth don’t hurt but my head does. Often, I get insufferable migraines and have to lie in a pitch-black room, I flinch at light like Dracula himself. Do you think I like that? No, but we all have something. You make it sound like you have to be perfect to be loved. But you don’t.”
The newfound spark in his eyes was noticeable, if only for a quick moment.
“I agree with the people you’ve been seeing, though. Your soul is hurting, Jackson. And that’s okay.”
You grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly, looking at him hopeful.
“You don’t have to heal on your own though. I’d like to help… if you let me?”
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LoverMan
Requested?: No/Yes
Notes: I genuinely hate how this turned out but eh
I'm Mister Loverman…
You were woken up abruptly by flashing lights, a snap of a camera as you groaned, opening your eyes as they fought to close again.
You only kept them open as you heard Bills giggle. A corner of your mouth fought to smile as you looked up, riddled with sleep but hearing your boyfriends joy made you curious.
"What are you doing…?" You mumbled, rubbing your eyes and stretching your arm over your head as Bill was sitting up, camera in hand.
"Nothing." Bill denied, but the smile on his face gave him away.
So did another flash of the camera, capturing a picture of us looking up at him with a beautiful and amused smile on your face making you look just right.
"You're so weird." You laughed, covering the camera lens with your hand as you leaned up towards him to try and capture a kiss.
"But I'm just the most perfect boyfriend ever, huh?" Bill teased, smirking as he leaned his face close to yours as you laughed.
You wrapped an arm around his neck as he smiled, hiding into your neck as he kissed onto the soft skin.
"Yeah, yeah, my perfect little loverman." You mumbled and raked your fingers through his hair. Bill heard the smile as he hummed, playfully nipping at your jaw.
"Mhmm? LoverMan? I like it…" Bill said, getting a smile from you as he nestled into your side, leaving the photo of his lover on the nightstand.
And I miss my lover, man…
Bill had lost his breath, sitting on the floor of his hotel room, back against the bed as he got the news with the phone still against his ear.
He got the call an hour ago.
But moving made it feel like it wasn't real.
But it was real. You were dead
The realization hit finally, Bill's phone slipped from his fingers, hitting the floor as the tears welled.
Bill breathes heavily, sobbing violently suddenly, sobs wracking through his form as he struggles to stand.
He looked around the room with blurred eyes at the now cleaned room. He put your stuff away, moving it from where you left it.
What was meant to be a little surprise for you having not to clean now made him sick.
He erased the last little traces of you.
It didn't take long for grief to morph into something Bill couldn't explain, sobbing as he started trashing the place.
He threw stuff off the bed, sifting through it as almost looking for traces of you before he resorted to throwing shit at the walls.
"No, no, no, no!" Bill kept yelling out as he threw shit, destroying anything he could get his hands on in the moment to feel anything but the truth.
Next door was Tom, who came running quickly as he threw open the door to Bills, and previously, your room.
Tom had gotten the news barely, somehow not even being reached by anyone until not, and only heard his brother breaking things.
"Hey! Stop, Bill!" Tom yelled, stepping over broken chairs and glass and whatever Bill threw.
It was like Bill didn't hear him or see his brother coming at him, still throwing everything he could touch.
"Stop!" Tom said, grabbing Bill by his arms as he tried to break something else.
Bill was crying heavily, tears down his face as he sobbed over and over again.
Bill was taken to the floor, held by his brother by his arms as he cried, leaning onto his brother in the moment as he couldn't process that you were no longer there.
"They fucking died…I let them go and they died." Bill cried out, clawing onto Tom's jacket and sobbing as Tom did his best.
Tom kept his brother steady, tears in his own eyes as he griever the loss of you, a friend he had grown up with and would continue to grow, just without youm
"I know, Bill. Fuck, I know." Tom nodded, mumbling as he held his brother, face scrunched as he tried to be strong, but gave up on that soon after as he started crying with his brother.
Bill couldn't even look at Tom, forced to stare at the now broken glass, only to see a photo.
Bill cried even more as he saw your smiling face at him, encased in the only photo he had left of you.
Bill sobbed even more, grieving his lover he would now remember for longer then he had known.
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*holds you by shoulders*
WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE THING ABOUT 1082 I WAS SURE IT WAS SHIPPY THING AND NOW I NEED TO KNOW
*starts sobbing while slowly falling to my knees*
…….please
I SAW THIS YESTERDAY NIGHT WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO FALL ASLEEP AND I JUST WOKE UP EARLY TO REPLY BECAUSE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR AGES FOR THIS QUESTION I AM GOING TO KISS YOU ANON-
I do love and adore the shippy part of 1082 because I am a very intense Shuggy shipper and I had been waiting to read their break-up for sooo long. But it's not exactly what made the chapter life-changing for me, tbh.
Buggy's speech is... Is incredibly beautiful and encouraging. It explains so much about his character, the dynamic he has with Cross Guild, and why he's so resentful toward Shanks. Throughout the manga, we've seen him in serious moments, yes, but usually, Buggy is pretty much used for comedy relief more than anything. This is one of the first times we've seen Buggy realize the position he has now and say "Fuck it. Already on the verge of dead for these two, might as well do something with this shitty situation because for once, I have the opportunity to be brave and be more than what people think of me". There's literally nothing stopping him right now, and he prefers to risk his life enraging Crocodile and Mihawk than letting this opportunity of showing who he truly is slide.
And tbh, we haven't seen them ever since (I am starving please-) but I am really hopeful his speech somehow makes Crocodile and Mihawk have a little tiny itty bitty of respect for him at least. Because out of the three? Buggy is the one who deserves the title of pirate more.
Mihawk and Crocodile don't have dreams or ambitions and see pirating as a business. Even when Crocodile did have ambitions (remember when the silly rubber guy destroyed all of his dreams that was a funny arc haha) his whole personality has always been more of a mafioso than anything. Mihawk is a simple man and is bored with life being at the top of the top, he clearly wants something interesting to happen but doesn't see any use in looking for it himself. They care about their commodities and wealth. But out of the three, Buggy is the one who had to give up on his dream and now he has the opportunity to fulfill it.
"How can you call yourselves pirates with schemes like that?! You're doing it all backwards!! [...] Way back when... What did you guys want to be?! [...] I wanna be king of the pirates!! Wealth? Power? Why stop there when we can have it all?!"
This is something a real pirate would say. He talks like Roger here, I am going to curl up and cry don't look at me-
What I like about One Piece is the constant use of themes like dreams and freedom etc, etc... That's something we all know. But you wouldn't expect it coming from Buggy, of all people. And I think I'm pretty fond of him being brave and finally acting upon what he truly wants to do. What makes it great is that you have this comedy relief character standing up for his dream in front of clearly two other antagonists that have control over him in, well, strength and everything. But Buggy has something they don't and it's so, so much ambition and a dream that could be considered childish but it's the representation of freedom and doing things because you want to follow your heart. This is kind of why I always say Luffy would be more fond of Buggy if he knew the whole story and would probably support him a lot--
What I like the most about this chapter is both Buggy's character development through a speech + flashback and Mihawk and Crocodile being completely stunned by it because they weren't expecting this to happen from Buggy of all people. I know I sound like a broken record but I really, really, want them to respect Buggy a little bit more after this. Also, Buggy doesn't do this only to announce he's going to follow his dream now that he's on equal footing with Shanks. He does it because the other two mention needing overwhelming power over the rest. Buggy isn't stupid and knows how manipulating people works. The thing that makes pirates work harder isn't money, it's a dream. And there's nothing a pirate desires more than the One Piece, so that's kind of why he announces it publicly. First, to establish power, and second, so that way Mihawk and Crocodile don't get rid of him because seriously, Buggy is a better boss than these two because their followers appreciate him and don't feel forced to follow him.
Not to mention that the whole thing also shows more of Buggy's relationship with Roger and how left out he felt because people thought highly of Shanks instead of him. But Buggy, even if he was jealous, was willing to follow Shanks despite his feelings because he accepted being less worthy of respect than him. Shanks shone brightly and Buggy decided that, even if he wanted to be seen like that too, he'd give up on his dream and support Shanks instead because at least they'd do this together, just the way they did everything back at the time.
But then Shanks hesitates, and I think that's Buggy's last straw because he sees giving up going for the One Piece as something disrespectful to their captain (dad) and thinks it's unfair that Shanks is so respected by everyone even though the one wanting to follow their captain's steps right away is him. It's honestly frustrating. And then you understand better why Buggy is angry at Shanks-- Yeah, he made him eat the devil fruit and lost the map because of him (not really but whatever), but the way I see it that's just a metaphor for the real reason why Buggy is so resentful. Shanks' existence, even if it was not on purpose, made Buggy feel so powerless he gave up on his dream. And eating a devil fruit means the sea hates you and you can't have any independence in the pirate world, and losing the map is kind of like losing the only thing that guides you. He left Buggy with nothing and let him carry the burden of a lost dream.
This is funny because Shanks did absolutely nothing wrong and everything is a product of jealousy and miscommunication, but I understand why Buggy blames Shanks and this chapter makes it clearer and explains it perfectly.
Basically, it's such an amazing chapter for Buggy's character and it's definitely my favorite for him specifically. Although the flashback does wonders for my Shuggy heart.
Also, adding more points for the revolutionary plot in the end and Sabo showing up because I adore him <3
#also for people who have given up on their dreams because their ex bff was better at fucking everything and now they feel worthless#this is their roman empire okay#definitely not projecting haha this has absolutely nothing to do with me relating to buggy here i swear#i love him quite a lot <3#i could talk more about this chapter tbh this is a summary and mix of my thoughts but uhhh yeah i don't want to write a whole book rn#but this is my dearest most favorite and precious chapter#also sabo is really cute with koala at the end and i appreciate that a lot#one piece#buggy the clown#shuggy#op chapter 1082#cross guild
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Sam reacts to: Who Is the Real Dan Howell?
What parallel universe have we entered that we got another video so quickly?? Also the fact that only Dan was on the thumbnail briefly had me thinking this is a Dan solo video and I just, accepted that.
- "How do I please my husband" PHIL WHAT THE FUCK. Wedding hill is so real I am not even joking anymore.
- So much touching I am just thinking of @danrifics every time Dan softly puts his hands on Phils shoulder.
- OH MY GOD PHIL WHEN DID PHIL BECOME THE HORNY ONE OUT OF THESE TWO
- They are wearing so much color in this video, and lowkey matching, like the colors of Phil's sweater are the same shades as Dan's and it's doing things to me.
- I am not going to lie, the sponsors just make me giggle these days like babe they broke.
- "Full drag race challenge" please more gay jokes like this that aren't just incredibly horny, my lesbian ace self is very thankful.
- Phil clutching his pearls (aka his non existent boobs) why has this become a thing?
- "Can we take a moment... who is googling how to chew gum" He sounded so genuinely soft and confused when he said that it made me laugh.
- Dan calling boobs lumps and Phil trying to save it and Dan just breaking out into the full song, all lyrics memorized.
- Dan stop looking at Phil (they kissed after this, I am just going full demon, but come on)
- THEY EDITED THIS THEMSELVES. First video in a hot minute that where no editor is credited which is CURIOUS.
- Dan I do not want to know how to suck dick THANK YOU VERY MUCH I AM FINE ACTUALLY
- "I would wave my trunk around" PHIL ARE YOU LISTENING TO YOURSELF I AM SOBBING and the fact Dan didn't even point it out and just looked at Phil all wtf.
- "How to be cunty" YES DAN BE CUNTY
- "Twitter just shut up"ohhh Dan talking like the tumblr phannies
- HOW DO THEY KEEP MOVING CLOSER like they are basically sitting in each others lap at this rate. They always start out with a reasonable distance and then just lean into each other the entire video.
- "Get a cat" YES GET A CAT
- SHOULDER TOUCHING FUCK OOOOOOOFF
I am severely unwell actually bye.
#Who Is the Real Dan Howell?#dan and phil#amazingphil#dan howell#phil lester#phan#dnpgames#sam reacts
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Nightlife 6
Warnings: touching, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.
Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.
Your heart wrenches violently as you stare at the grade beside your last quiz. You sink down in the seat of the lecture hall, suppressing a sob as you bite your knuckle. It's not just Developmental Psych, its Cognitive Processes and Social Psych too. You’re barely passing anything.
The rest of the class is already packing up. As usual, you're behind. You close your laptop and fold away the desk. You zip up your bag and sling it from your shoulder, the weight bouncing with your heavy steps.
You traipse out behind a pair of guys talking about some party. You never know. You're not smart or popular. College is just an extension of high school. You're still as lame as ever.
What are you going to do? Your dad's going lose it. If your scholarship falls through, you're in real trouble.
Your feet carry you without thought. You're going to go home and curl into a ball. You want to shrink and hide from everyone.
As you come out to the main row of campus, you wipe your cheek, realising only then that you're crying. You sniff and swipe away more tears as you tell yourself to suck it up. You're just a mess.
A honk makes you wince and you spin as tires scuff up against the curb. You recognize the unique colour of the car and think of running in the other direction. Not him again. Not right now.
"Hey, darlin', y’all done for the day?"
You peer around. The only people who notice give you a dirty look as they pass by, while others walk by without an ounce of concern. You sigh and drag your feet over the patch of grass, bending look through the window.
"Um, hi," you eke out, "I'm just… heading to the library."
He considers you as the engine rumbles and he keeps his hand on the wheel. Your mind flashes with the memory of the night before. His hand on his...
"You cryin', sweet thing? Who's gone and done that?" His brow arches as his jaw sharpens.
"N-no one," you wipe your nose with the back of your hand, "sorry, I was just… I'm okay."
"You aren't, look at ya. And you want me to let you go off on your own? You gotta study, you come over," he insists.
"Sir, really, I–"
"Now I drove all the way down here so don't you be arguin'. Get in, darlin'."
You blink and furrow your brow. How did he even know you'd be on campus at this very moment. You mentioned you had early classes but was he just waiting around to find you?
"You're starting to make me feel bad here, sweetheart," he grips the shifter, "I done nothing but good for ya, so you climb on in. I'll set you up a nice little study nook, how about that?"
You look from side to side. No one cares. They just go on in their lives, as if it's all so normal. You can't say it isn't and you can't argue with him. He hasn't asked for anything really.
The locks slide up and the noise breaks the last of your resistance. Your lie doesn't hold up. No point in going to the library when it doesn't seem to help.
You open the door and drop into the seat in defeat. You bring your bag around to your lap and pout. Lee lifts his hand to the back of your seat as he looms.
"Now, don't be doin' all that. Gimme a kiss, little blossom."
You hug your bag and lean over, turning to kiss his cheek. He moves so your lips meet his and you squeak in surprise. His tongue glides along the creases of your mouth and you quickly pull away.
"Whatsa matter?" He snarls, "I ain't done nothin' so whatever has got ya all upset, don't be taking it out on me."
"No, sir, it's just… I just… never done much kissing."
"Well, we can work on that, huh?"
You nod and pull the seatbelt across. You just want to go. You can't even look up at the college buildings. To think you were so excited for school and it's all gone so poorly.
He's quiet as he shifts into gear and presses down on the gas, following the slow draw of traffic. He clears his throat and pushes his shoulders back. You slump down lower and lower.
"So you gonna tell me what's goin' on?"
"It's nothing," you play with the zipper tab on your bag, "just school."
"Got something important comin' up? I'm sure you'll do just fine, smart girl like yourself."
You shake your head and slouch even further. Another swell of despair overwhelms you. You bury your face in your hands and sniffle.
"Aw, don't cry," he reaches to squeeze your shoulder, "now, you can't do that, darlin', I don't like to see you so torn up."
You suck in air and flick another wave of tears away. You make yourself sit up and clutch your hands over the front pocket of your bag. His thumb rubs your arm firmly as he keeps the wheels in motion.
"I'm not doing good. In anything," you confess, "my dad is gonna hate me. I know it and… and I don't know what to do." You heave and lean into the door, "it's dumb. Childish. You probably don't care."
"Oh, sweet thing, I do care," he drops his hand down to your leg, "it's gonna be okay. It's early, isn't it? You got time to bring your marks up, huh?"
"No," you swallow, "no, just finals and… and I can't…"
"Don't go sinking in the mud just yet," he pats your thigh then squeezes, "anything happens, I'll be here. I'll take care of ya, you know that."
"Hmmm?" You glance over at him as you cradle your cheek.
"Course I will, so don't you worry about your daddy. He can't be mad if you're trying your best."
You scratch your nose and nod. You don't know what to say. You don't expect him to be so nice. You expect a lecture but he isn't your father. He's… well, you don't know quite what to call him.
"So how about, we go back to my place, you get your stuff sorted out, we'll have some dinner and maybe, well, you could stay the night, if you're too tired. Know I don't mind at all."
"Well, I don't… I don't know. Tomorrow…"
"I gotta work, ya see, and I uh was hoping for a favour," he draws spirals on your thigh, "I found this little kitten, was all filthy and hungry. I don't wanna leave him too long, sweet little thing, so, uh you think you could stay and watch him? You like cats?"
"Oh, a kitten?" You wonder.
"Ah, yeah, I couldn't just leave it down in the alley," he tuts, "who would do something like that to a sweet little animal?" He stops at a light and looks over at you, lifting his hand to your face, "you seem like the doting type. Like you could take good care of him." He tickles your cheek softly, "'sides, he needs a name."
You can't help but smile. You never had a pet before. Your dad didn't let you. And you won't feel so bad with the distraction.
"Okay," you agree, "I guess I can stay a bit."
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