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itsravenbitch · 1 year

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how i revised my boyfriend’s mother’s death

a little backstory

— for the sake of privacy, we’re gonna say my boyfriend’s mother’s name is kay

kay’s “death” was caused by a car accident (wasn’t her fault) and she later passed in the hospital. this all happened in new york, and my boyfriend and i live in georgia. but about a 2 days after we found out, we flew out there.

my bf and his mom were super close so that loss was a lot on him. he started burying himself in the gym, sleep, work etc & eventually he became really depressed. he would not get up out of bed and i could not take that. that was when i decided to revise her death, and this was like a week after she passed.

the moment i learned she was dead, i naturally entered the state of loss. so, i simply and quickly went over what state of mind i was currently in, and what state of mind i needed to be in.

now y’all know i love meditating <3 so ofc i meditated. the one i used is by edward art, i believe i’ve mentioned it before. but here’s the link 😌💘

so yeah after this meditation i had completely satisfied my imagination, i had a great feeling of serenity, and i was in the state of the wish fulfilled. + i let go of any need to control the 3d.

— reminder: don’t look at your 3d as something to change. things change when they change in consciousness/imagination. if you wanna manifest something, don’t point out your current circumstance as something that you need to change. be cool and fulfill it in imagination;)

— also sn: my boyfriend knows about the law but he doesn’t necessarily study or consciously use it. so, i didn’t tell him i was revising his mom’s death.

— and i had to continue to act like his mom was actually dead when i was around him, even tho at this point kay was 100% alive in imagination.

so in the morning, i would wake up and assume the state of fulfillment. throughout the day, when i would go check on my boyfriend, he always expressed his feelings, how i could help, and new ways he was trying to cope. honestly, seeing him so hurt and confused hurt me. and throughout this, one of the few things i always reminded myself was that, i’m not my emotions and i’m my thoughts, and neither of those things matter (in terms of manifesting).

another thing i always reminded myself of was the fact that i’m god, BUT i’m also human. so, the ‘god me’ was relaxed & satisfied. the god in me also didn’t have a hurting boyfriend with a dead mom. but the ‘human me’ did and he needed my comfort.

so that’s what i did, i comforted him because he was grieving the death of his mother. so what? i’m human, and i have human decency so ima comfort my baby.

HOWEVER, i didn’t attach myself to that (accept it). i didn’t look at me comforting him as “his mom’s dead and that’s final”, i just did it because he’s my bf and he’s hurt. but i still maintained fulfillment in imagination.

— i talk about this more in depth here. but basically the post acknowledges that yes, you’re god, but you’re also still human and you have a human life to respond to. so do that, respond to your life (when necessary) while simultaneously fulfilling the inner man.

as long as you continue to return to the state and fulfill SELF, you will manifest whatever it is you’ve fulfilled.

when it manifested

the night before it manifested, my bfs dad asked everyone (the family) over for brunch. just so everyone could be together during rough times and whatnot.

the next morning when we woke up, my bf.. it was like he completely reverted; he just went back to his regular self. i made sure to take a mental note of it.

as we were driving to his dads house he was acting very normal. all that pain, hurt, etc was not there. his whole energy was different. then what really got me was when we had got to a red light. he said “i already know my moms threw down, i wonder what she cooked”……….and i’m like, i know i’m not trippin. just went along with it and agreed with him cause what was i supposed to do lol😭?

so we pull up to the house and get to the door, and one of his brothers opened it. as we’re saying hi and walking further into the house we start smelling food and my bf goes “YUP! I KNEW IT!!”

then he walks into the kitchen and says “hey ma watchu in here cooking? it smells good”……. and his mom was literally standing there smiling before she gave him a hug.

this all happened naturally by the way. it was like… she never died😂😂 the power of revision yall!

anyways the whole afternoon went by like nothing ever happened.

i honestly thought it was pretty funny. knowing how they used to interact with each other while they were grieving kay’s death vs now was hilarious. and what makes it funnier is they never knew and never will 😂😂😂

so there y’all have it, how i revised my boyfriend’s mother’s death. sorry i made y’all wait so long:) i literally got so demotivated while trying to type this.

feel free to ask questions cause ik yall got some😩😂 love y’all 🫶🏾

#law of assumption #neville goddard #imagination creates reality #loa #states #revision #success stories #successstories #law of attraction #affirmations #success story

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bugsbia · 7 months

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ʚ NSFW Alphabet with Scaramouche

ʚ BEFORE READING: Fem reader, Scara is pretty rough in this one since it's focused on Fatui era Scaramouche. Will probably also do a Wanderer and Kabukimono era versions. Also, to anyone who has sent a request, I will be getting to those <3

ʚ WARNINGS: Scara is distant and mean!! Just don't read this if you can't handle rough kinks<3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Scaramouche does not like his aftercare, he thinks it's another pointless human ritual that he see's no point in, human emotions are truly pointless to him, as is their comfort. He'd much rather just fuck your brains out then go back to do his own thing without a word being exchanged afterwards, truly you're just a toy for him to use when he can't hold back anymore, or at least that's what he tries to convince himself.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of your body)

He doesn't have a specific favourite, he just prefers whatever is most sensitive since he can use that to torture you. Whatever it is, your nipples, your thighs, even if it's your throat, he'll use it against you. He'll bite you, slap you, do whatever he can to watch you squirm beneath him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He avoids cumming inside of you, he's not sure if he can get you pregnant since he's a puppet but he doesn't want to risk it. he doesn't need some sort of pregnancy scandal because that would not only tie him to someone but it would also cause problems within his job. But he'll gladly cum on your face, he can't deny the satisfaction he feels when he see's your fucked out face covered in his cum.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His dirty little secret is that he actually thinks your moans are like music to his ears, just so perfect that it drives him crazy, ESPEICALLY when you moan his name. It sends him reeling, he always ends up losing control and just pounding into you whenever you moan his name.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Experience is not something he has, he spent most of his life wandering around Teyvat as The Kabukimono which didn't exactly bring about a lot of chances for him to gain any experience. Truthfully you were his first, but he pretends you weren't, he doesn't want you to know something so vulnerable about him. So he'll continue on pretending you're just one of many girls just drooling over him, when in reality you're the only one he's willing to sleep with.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Nothing beats missionary to him, it's simple and not physically demanding but also gives him perfect access to you. He can easily reach down and choke you, tease your nipples or drive you crazy by tormenting your clit. Also means he gets to see all your reactions, every tear that may spill from your eyes, if you drool, he'll get to see it all.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious, he is dead serious. He won't catch him being goofy or silly, he's above such things.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Scaramouche is a puppet, he doesn't exactly grow body hair, nor does the hair on his head grow. It's all artificial, but if you expressed an interest in body hair then maybe he'd ask dottore about hair implants...

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Intimacy is not something he is willing to give, for now at least, sex is just sex. A way to release his frustrations and feel good after stressful days of working for the Fatui.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't really masturbate, why would he when he can always just drag you over? You're his well behaved slut, and he plans on taking advantage of that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

One thing about Scaramouche is that he always wants to be above, above everyone, he wants to be a god afterall, and that doesn't change during sex. He will lose it whenever you worship him in any way, when you kneel before him and suck his cock like your life depends on it. He's your god, and you better act like it or else he'll find a way to punish you for sinning against him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His office, he likes railing you in his office. He doesn't really like the Fatui and see's it as some big "fuck you" to them, to be fucking your brains out during his work hours, on the desk or the chair they paid for. It's too fun for him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you try act all defiant against him, act like you're not interested in having sex with him anymore. It just drives him to break you down, and he always does. He'll pin you down against the bed and pound you till you're a sobbing mess, begging for his forgiveness and confessing how much you enjoy having sex with him how good it feels when he fills you up.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Do not ever mutter an "I love you" to him during sex, unless you want him to stop mid session that is. He can't handle that level of intimacy yet, he's not sure he even fully understands love.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Giving and receiving, he doesn't care, either way works. When you suck him off he gets to watch you choke and drool all over his cock, gets to see you all messy and desperate. On the other hand he gets to drives you over the edge when he eats you out, he gets to lick and suck at your cunt till you're a sobbing mess. He loves the way you whine and cry when you're getting overstimulated.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough all the time, he has no time for sensuality and slowness, he doesn't care for it if it's in an intimate way. He will go slow though if it means torturing you and making you beg, that's an opportunity he cannot skip.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes his quickies, but also enjoys spending hours driving you wild, it just depends on his schedule. If he has a busy day then he'll pull you into an alleyway and have his way, or maybe he'll make you suck his cock from under his desk while he's working. If he isn't busy then he'll take his time with it, he likes watching you get desperate when he's taking a long time,

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Scaramouche does not fuck with risky business very much, he refuses to put his reputation at risk after he worked so hard for it. The riskiest he'll get is fucking you in his office, knowing someone might hear as they walk past, but he'll always lock the door. Hearing is all they'll get.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As a puppet he has an absolute ton of stamina and you really shouldn't test that, he'll easily push you past your limits if you push his buttons too much. He wouldn't mind fucking you till you pass out, and he easily could.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own toys originally, but he ended up buying a few after coming upon you. A few vibrators he'll use on you while he fucks you, maybe a dildo he'll use to fuck your ass. He'll never let you use anything on him though, even if he knows it'll make him feel good. He won't let you have any control over him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you look in the dictionary his name would written underneath unfair because he will tease you all he can, he loves how you react when he teases you. When he calls you a slut and you whine, or when he slows down and watches you get frustrated.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's not very loud, but he's not silent. He'll groan and moan quietly, but he'll do his best to keep it quiet since he doesn't want to embarrass himself.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Scaramouche would, without a doubt, using his electro abilities during sex. Pushing his fingers your clit and sending small zaps of electro against it just to see you gasp and whine at the sensation, maybe he'll zap your nipples too just to see you jump slightly.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Blessed by the gods (aka given by dottore) about 7 inches long and good girth. He's hairless by default as mentioned earlier, but will talk to The Doctor about it if you like hair.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is a high, it's a rare time in his life where he gets to feel pleasure so he finds himself constantly wanting to go back and have his way with you whenever he can. It's too good to not do.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't sleep afterwards, he won't be caught asleep by anyone since it's such a vulnerable position. He'll leave you to sleep in his bed and go do whatever he has to do.

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junggunz · 4 months

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crew love | 🔞

summary: sometimes dick appointments don't go as planned... cw: fembodied!reader, there is ZERO plot, pwp, smut, fwb!samuel, fwb!eli, fwb!johan, fwb!jake, reader really said why have one bitch when you can have four-, fivesome-ish...each of the crew heads take turns with reader, mentions of masturbation, oral (f and m receiving), fingering (f receiving), lazy handjobs and blowjobs, c*ck drunk reader tbh, p in v, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, degrading dirty talk...mostly from samuel, jake calls reader 'pretty girl' once, everyone is 18+, bukakke ending, honestly there's a lot going on let me know if i missed anything. wc: 4.2k words that's crazy bc i shortened this by a lotttt. an: absolute insanity and peak degeneracy. a late merry christmas and an early happy new years from me to yall hehehe.

“And here I thought, my favorite slut was just a cute nickname for you. I never would have guessed that you were running around fucking these punks when I was too busy for you.” Samuel laughs dryly, his jaw clenching as his eyes drift over the other crew heads.

Eli was just some runaway. Johan was a crybaby. But Jake Kim was a part of your little roster? You knew better than to even mention Jake around Samuel, but the fact you more than likely compared them when you talked about your sexual escapades with your friends was enough to get him seething with rage.

It was truly an unfortunate coincidence when you sent a text to all four of your fuck buddies telling them to come over on the same day. While juggling so many guys at once, you anticipated that at some point, you would fuck up and remember wrong details about the wrong guy or even call one of them the wrong name at least once. But to screw up on this scale was beyond your imagination; you blame your overly chaotic life that caused you to seek out relief in the form of casual sex. Besides your schedule being all over the place and causing conflict, each of these men catered to a specific need you had.

Samuel provided you with rough, degrading sex that left you drunk on his cock. Johan gave you the illusion of having some sense of control in your life as you basically coached him into being the perfect fuck. Eli easily played the role of being a friend you happened to sleep with—oftentimes, him being the one you try out your new tricks with— And last but definitely not least, Jake was the one who could give you both a shoulder to cry on and a dick to ride on after a long day. They all had their own quirks and strengths that catered to whatever you needed throughout the week. Trying to pick a favorite was out of the question because you weren’t sure if you felt emotional attachment to any of them. There were no blurred lines or confusing boundaries, the basis of your relationship with all of them was just sex. And all four of them were good in bed or else you wouldn’t have bothered to keep their numbers.

“Well, now what? This isn’t the first time we’ve met under strange conditions and it probably won’t be the last.” Eli says, his tone even but with a flair of nonchalance as he sits down on your couch and looks at the other men in your living room.

Samuel alone is able to make the atmosphere tense with his disdain for Jake but everyone else in the room seems to be more baffled by the current situation you’re all in. It’s almost comical but it’s more awkward than anything and you wish the ground would swallow you whole.

“I came all this way to get my dick sucked and I don’t wanna leave with blue balls so, if you all could kindly fuck off—” Johan states bluntly only for Samuel to interject.

“What do you think I’m here for? Do you think I came to have a meeting with you fuckers again?”

Jake who had been silently off in the corner, mind going at a hundred miles per hour as he contemplated his relationship with you after finally digesting the fact he had been sharing you with three other people, suddenly speaks up. When you hear the words that fall past his beautifully flawed lips, you swear that he has finally lost his mind. And to make matters worse, it seems like the madness is shared when everyone including Samuel agrees after taking a few moments to deliberate amongst each other; blatantly leaving you out of the conversation and not letting you know their gameplan.

Who would have thought that this day would be the ultimate test of how well these four could work together? Hands are all over your body, impatiently pushing you down the hall to your room and sitting you down at the ledge. Filling the spots on the bed on either side of you are Samuel and Jake; Samuel moving quickly to make the first move and assert his dominance. Inked hand roughly grabbing you by the chin, he turns your head to face him so he can plant his lips on yours. Lips parting in a salacious moan from his treatment, he seizes the opportunity to force his tongue into your mouth; tasting you before you could be tainted by one of the other three men surrounding you. Though Samuel is adamant on staking his claim on you first, Jake has no problem latching his lips onto the exposed column of your neck. The way his lips gently feather across your skin to make you squirm then gradually get more intense is the complete opposite of how Samuel is fierce with you from the get go but they both share the talent of easily turning you into a mindless, lust drunk mess with just their lips. With so many hands on you, you can’t tell who’s unbuttoning your shirt or who’s hands are snaking up your skirt to tease you through your underwear. You barely have any time to process Samuel pulling away from your lips because Jake occupies them as soon as the opportunity arises. You think you can recognize the feel of Samuel’s palms cupping your breasts and treating the tender flesh as stress balls. And you’re almost certain that it’s Johan who’s kneeling between your legs, pressing his face into your panty clad pussy while Eli is off to the side, keeping your legs spread.

It’s only after Samuel’s hands have freed the supple skin of your tits and you have him and Jake latching on to your nipples, you’re able to see what’s going on to confirm everyone’s position. Even with the fabric barrier of your underwear, the way that Johan was greedily slurping your arousal through the fabric had your head lolling around dumbly. Your body was burning hot and the temperature was only rapidly increasing due to all the hands and mouths currently on you. Samuel’s tongue flickers over the perky bud of your nipple, leaving tepid trails of saliva in its wake. Jake’s mouth was surrounding the other, every so often grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin. When you look over at Eli with apologetic eyes, he only gives you a sly smile as his hand strokes your inner thigh; silently letting you know that you would always be worth the wait for him.

So greedy to feel as much of you as possible, when Samuel moves back to your lips and Eli is able to have a taste of your breasts. Getting in just a few sucks and bites, Eli is more interested in getting back between your thighs when he sees Johan pushing your panties to the side. Kissing his way down from your chest and his lips marking every patch of skin exposed by your haphazardly arranged clothing, Eli’s teeth skim along your thigh and cause you to shudder.

The moment Johan’s pretty fingers spread apart your sticky folds, everyone momentarily halts what they’re doing to look at the sight in awe before everything ramps up in intensity and your clothes are being pulled off your body. Easing a finger into your slick hole, Johan begins to move it in and out of you steadily; basking in the sensation of your tight walls stretching to accommodate the intrusion of the lone digit. Not too long after that, he’s grabbing you by the thighs and yanking you forward until your back falls flat against the mattress, your upper body no longer propped up Samuel and Jake. Even with the adjustment in position, Jake’s mouth had remained stuck on your chest; finally able to cup both tits in his hands when Samuel sits back on his knees after deciding he wanted something else, reaching for your hand and guiding it to palm the bulge in his boxers.

Attention disproportionately divided between the four men as their hands needily grope you, Johan occupies the most of it when his fingers enter you again. Palm facing up with his ring and middle fingers pressing against the spongy spot within your walls, your breathing is uneven with moans getting stuck in your throat. His fingers don’t move particularly fast or deep but they apply a consistent pressure against your sweet spot that makes your thighs shake and would have had your hips bucking if Eli wasn’t the one keeping your lower body firmly pinned against the mattress and your panties out of the way for Johan. With just a few firm pushes into the same spot, Johan makes your pussy squirt and Eli is quick to lean in and claim the first taste of your honey; earning a small glare from the man who had actually brought you to your orgasm. Immediately after Eli pulls away, Johan’s tongue is lapping at your clit to taste your release. Fingers still inside you, Johan repeats his same movements from earlier to make more of your nectar spill out of you before he leans in to drink your juices straight from the source.

“Open up, sweetheart.” Eli coos softly to get your attention, now kneeling beside you with his cock out which you respond to by gently holding the base of his length and guiding it into your mouth.

Only a few seconds into sucking on Eli, you feel Samuel slapping the heavy tip of his own erection against your cheek until you turn to him and give him the same treatment. You try your best to simultaneously stroke both of them and alternate giving them your mouth, but Johan is still having his fun between your legs and playing with your sensitive pussy, in search of other spots to make you see stars. At this point, any type of contact on your private parts gets you to thresh and writhe; your brain so muddled that it takes Eli and Samuel constantly reminding you that you were supposed to be giving them your mouth.

Things had just started and you were already drowning in your own sea of selfish pleasure. Pushing you to lay on your side and accentuating the natural curves of your ass and hips, you watch with hazy eyes as Eli and Johan switch positions; Johan presenting his hard length before you to which you thoughtlessly take in your mouth while Eli’s tongue ravenously licking up the trail of wetness that dripped from your pussy to your puckered asshole that was now easily accessible to him. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feel of Eli eating you out so hungrily. By no means was Johan bad with his mouth and fingers, but Eli was simply a more seasoned lover. With enough practice, the two would be on similar playing fields at some point because they had a similar wild streak masked by their pretty faces. Messily smearing your arousal all over the place, the dominant sensation in your lower half is wet and downright sloppy. There’s a gentle pulsing within you due to the back to back orgasms brought to you by Johan’s fingers, but it is quickly diminishing and being replaced by a new coil of heat building in your stomach.

Right when you think you’re gonna cum on Eli’s tongue, you see quick movement out of the corner of your eye.

“I can’t fucking wait anymore.” You hear Samuel growl.

Impatiently shoving Eli out of the way and lining his length up to your hole, sinking into you with one harsh thrust and starting off at a mean pace. The sudden stretch of Samuel’s cock stings like it always does, but with how wet you are and how heavy his thrusts are, he slips right in. With your senses zeroing in on the intrusion of Samuel’s length, your mouth comes off of Johan, only leaving him with the remnants of your saliva to lubricate his shaft as he jerks off to you being filled by Samuel.

“Fucking pathetic. Inviting all your fuck buddies over and you can’t even mulitask.” Samuel chuckles darkly, giving your ass several hefty slaps that leave the skin stinging with an almost pleasant burn.

Dizzy from all the movement and finding yourself on your back again when Samuel’s hands push both your thighs against the mattress so he could plow deep into you, watching your pussy greedily swallow his length. After observing from the sidelines for a bit, Jake joins in on the action and offers his thigh to rest your head on; the exchange being that your mouth was solely his for the moment. The lips on your face being stretched around Jake’s length while your lower lips were being plundered by Samuel, the sound of your moans have died out and the soundtrack of your bedroom consists of the sound of your poor bedframe trying not to break, wet skin slapping against each other with the low moans and groans of each of your fuck buddies. You don’t have to look at Johan or Eli to know that they were taking a breather, idly stroking their own lengths to the sight of you being wrecked by the two former colleagues.

No one says anything but everyone can see it on your face. When your mind is venturing off into space as Samuel fucks your brains out, all it takes it Jake gently caressing your cheek or your stroking your hair to bring you back to Earth; looking up at Big Deal’s leader with a more affectionate expression while you suck him off. Of course, Samuel is the only one bothered by this minor quirk; plowing into you harder and deeper like he was trying to ruin your pussy for everyone else by molding you to only take him. But all his brutal thrusts do is knock the wind out of you, making it impossible to warn him before he’s pushing you to your orgasm and causing your walls to squeeze so tight, it forces his cock out as your juices are expelled from your loins.

“You couldn’t hold it just a little longer, nasty slut?” Samuel groans, giving you another harsh slap but this time on your thigh as he reluctantly pulls away from you.

The sight of your orgasm signaled that Samuel’s turn was up and since Jake was the closest, he’s quick to claim his spot between your spread thighs, slowly easing himself into your sensitive pussy. As much as it irritates to see Jake so eager to take his place, Samuel moves off to the side; hand wrapping around his angry cock to maintain his hardness. Seeing how Johan and Eli were holding up with only a fraction of his frustration, Samuel started to wonder what kind of things you got up to with either one of the two for them to be so patient in this situation.

On a regular day, Jake would be better at taking his time with you and building up to a pace that brings you to your sweet release but after waiting so long to feel you and feeling the way your love canal rhythmically throbs around his cock after your finish, it’s like you have him in a trance. Not as rough as Samuel, but definitely more aggressive than his usual self, Jake thrusts into you needily. Your wanton moans mixing in with Jake’s are loud enough to drown out the sound of your bed squeaking in protest. Body so high strung, it comes as no surprise that you can only hold out for so long before you’re calling out Jake’s name between breathy whimpers.

“What is it, pretty girl?” He asks you, voice wavering ever so slightly as your walls squeeze him even tighter and become more slick around him; his body torn between pushing deeper into your pulsing heat or halting his movements.

“I’m gonna cum again—” You pant, looking up at him with glossy eyes to top off your sheepish expression; feeling bad for making him wait so long just to barely get any time with you. But Jake could never be mad at you for cumming too soon on his cock. The warmth of your walls gave him a comfort that simply couldn’t compare to other one night stands he had been with. Even in this situation where he had to share you, bringing you to orgasm filled his chest with pride just the same.

Reaching between your bodies, his thumb gently toys with your swollen clit in time with his thrusts, causing a shrill yelp to pour from your lungs before you tremble beneath him, your hips bucking wildly and your walls wrapped around him like you were made for him, it almost tempts into finishing inside you, but he swiftly pulls away. Dick throbbing after being denied of his own climax, his hand wraps around the end of his shaft, lightly squeezing the tip as he looks toward Eli and Johan to see who would call next.

Despite his eagerness to kick everyone out of your apartment earlier so he could have you to himself, Johan lets Eli go first. Not out of politeness but simply because making mental notes of how everyone else treated your body. Johan may have been at a disadvantage by not having as much experience under his belt as the others, but he was able to make up for it with how quick he learned by observing. Watching the same type of porn you liked may might have given him some insight to what gets you off; however it just didn’t compare to actually seeing in real time how you liked to be fucked.

Eli moves between your legs, ready to mount you until the wetness of the sheets against his skin nags at him. There had been countless times where he had been able to make a mess of you like this on his own but something about having to kneel in a puddle of your juices that were coaxed out of you by someone else bugs him.

“God, it’s wet everywhere. You’re so messy.” Eli teases softly, plucking you off your mattress and hooking your thigh around his arm as he stands at the end of your bed frame.

With you no longer laying down, everyone is able to see the faint outline of your figure created by you sweating on the sheets along with the sizable dark, wet stain of your orgasms. It’s so vulgar and dirty, but it’s exactly the type of thing that seems to boost morale amongst the men and make them even more eager to wreck you.

Balancing yourself on just one foot, it’s up to Eli to keep you stable; one hand tightly gripping your thigh and the other keeping a vice hold on your ass. The moment he sinks into you, your body tenses for just a moment before relaxing in his arms. Being taken at this angle somehow manages to wipe more thoughts from an already barren mind. You feel Eli’s length pummeling deep inside of you, you feel his lips ghosting along your neck and jaw but it’s almost as if there’s disconnect between your mind and body. You can’t even think about how loud you’re being and if you keep it up, you might end up with a sore throat because your moans just keep tumbling carelessly.

Rutting into you with the perfect balance of passion and primal instinct, Eli genuinely contemplates giving you a nice, warm load right into your cervix so you’d have to keep him around. The only thing that stops him from asking if you want his seed at that moment is the fact that there were three other guys coping with varying levels of sexual frustration and would throw a fit if he came inside you so soon. In the back of his mind, Eli was more than ready to creampie you if you had begged even just a little.

You don’t even have to string together the words to warn Eli that you were on the verge of another explosive orgasm. He could see it all over your face. He could feel it in how you clutched onto his shoulders and dug your nails into the skin. And the most damning of all, everyone could hear the way your moans escalated in pitch and volume. Your body feels like jelly as you gush all over his length, the only thought in your head wondering how were you going to make it through the rest of the night if things continued on like this?

After Eli pulls out of you, it’s a literal hand off to Johan; feeling God Dog’s leader put his hands on your waist then bend you over while your hands still clung to Eli. Rough fingertips dig into the meat of your hip as Johan establishes a firm hold on your body, he pushes his hips forward; the harsh thrust cushioned by the softness of your ass. You gasp loudly, not expecting the tip of his cock to hit your sweet spot right away. If he continued to fuck you at this angle, there was no way you wouldn’t come apart with just a few more thrusts—Johan knows that and quite frankly, doesn’t care— It’s proven when he gives you a few experimental bucks of his hips and feels the telltale sensation of your walls clamping down on his cock that lets him know you had orgasmed. With how quickly you cum, your jaw hangs open in shock and no one else is the wiser so Johan continues to lose himself in the sensation of your warm, wet heat.

“How are you still so fucking tight?” Johan groans out, a delirious laugh rumbling in the back of his throat while he ruts into you, pushing so deep that his full balls are squished up against your swollen pussy lips. “Is it because you’re waiting for someone to bust inside you?” He says, leaning in to whisper the words into your ear.

You lose count of how many times you cum on Johan’s cock alone but at this point, your walls are so sensitive that even with the undulating, rapid movements of his hips, you feel every vein and ridge rubbing up against you.

“N-no…” You whimper, despite the very obvious spasming of your walls after hearing his question.

“Just say the word and I’ll fill you up-”

“If you cum inside, we’re kicking you out.” Jake quickly cuts in after overhearing the brief exchange between you and Johan.

Rolling his eyes at the latter’s comment, Johan promptly shoves you off his cock; not wanting to deal with the bickering that would ensue if he were to finish inside you like he wanted. Never empty for long, as soon as someone pulls out of you, someone else is filling you up again or moving you into another position before entering you again. It’s truly a group effort to remind you to use your mouth or hands on the other guys when you have one of them balls deep in your pussy, your mind long gone and in a depraved daze.

It’s only when you get to a point of being barely able to keep your eyes open, your bedroom is filled with an urgency to finish before your body finally gives out. It had been in the middle of one of Eli’s turns when everyone quietly came to the decision to wrap things out and he pulled out of you, your body tiredly sprawled out on the soiled sheets. Everyone stands around you and furiously jerks their dicks before you feel splashes of warmth all over various parts of your body. Even though your vision was mostly fuzzy by now, you could tell by just the locations who finished where. Samuel made sure to paint your face, uncaring of whether he got it in your hair or eyes but ensuring he slapped his tip on your tongue as he shot out the final rope. Eli came all over the outside of your pussy, fondly smiling at the sight as he did so. Jake had mostly aimed for your chest; letting a few stray ropes spray over the lower portion of your face because he knew it would get a rise out of Samuel. And Johan had opted to leave a nice pool of his seed right above your navel since your ass wasn’t an option for him today.

Fucked out and exhausted, you stumble to the bathroom to get yourself cleaned up and make it clear that they needed to change your bedding for you before they left. Once that’s all done, you don’t even bother saying bye to any of your fuckbuddies since it was a normal part of your routine to send them away after cleaning up. You hear your front door slam shut, the electronic deadbolt automatically locking it for you and you assume everyone has left so you could go to sleep but the sound of footsteps approaching your bedroom again makes you slowly sit up and look toward your doorframe.

You thought you didn’t have a favorite crew head, but when you see that he’s the one who decided to stay behind, you perk up as you welcome him back into your bed. Whether it was simply enjoying each other’s company or just resting before going for another round of sex, you’re glad it’s with him.

#lookism x reader #lookism smut #samuel seo x reader #samuel seo smut #samuel seo scenarios #jake kim x reader #jake kim smut #jake kim scenarios #johan seong scenarios #johan seong smut #johan seong x reader #eli jang scenarios #eli jang smut #eli jang x reader #junggunz.txt

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dilfl0v3rss · 11 months

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what about ony who's quiet and shy in person dating and extroverted reader but in the bedroom he's nasty and dominant ?

i love love LOVEEEEEEEE THISSSSSSS😩

the two of you were often compared to the sun and the moon. you, being the more outgoing and giggly type. always laughing and making people smile. while ony preferred to stay to himself, always shying away from human interaction. people honestly don’t even think he’d leave the house if it weren’t for you.

you were basically his voice sometimes. whether it be sending his food back when it’s done wrong at a restaurant or letting people know when he’s tired and wants to go home from a party, you were the one to do it. people often get the idea that your control in public was the same at home, but they were completely wrong.

you tried to convince your friends on many occasions that ony was a completely different person at home, but you’re often met with “yea right” and “sure girl. whatever you say”. the two of you were at erens house hanging out. you were seated on his lap as you talking with your group of friends while playing uno.

“nigga you can’t put a draw two on a draw four!!” you yelled at connie as he looked up at you in confusion. “girl since when?” the room lit up with laughter at his mistake as you pulled two cards from the deck and threw them towards him. “that’s two for your mistake too. since you tryna cheat.” you felt a pinch on your thigh, causing you you quiet down instantly.

“m’ready to go.” ony’s breath fanned onto the crook of your neck. you smiled to yourself as you continued playing the game. “uno bitchessss!!!” sasha yelled as she held her one card in the air, basically letting everyone see her card. luckily for her it was a draw four so everyone decided to just end the game right there. “a win is a win right mami?”

connie’s arm went to wrap around hers but she swiftly stood up from her seat on the couch. “no. im the only winnerrrr.” you opened your mouth to speak, but another pinch to your side reminded you of what needed to be done. you stood up from ony’s lap, looking down at him texting on his phone. “you ready to go?”

“awww don’t drag him away from us nowww. he was having fun. right o?” eren faked a pout, pushing out his bottom lip. “oh hush. if y/n says it’s time to go then ony’s gonna go. she’s the boss.” mikasa high fived sasha as eren and connie gasped, holding their hands on their chests while feigning surprise.

“oh you running shit like that y/n?” “right ian know you had it like that.” you giggled as ony stood up behind you. from the looks of it they were right. you were about to walk out of the house empty handed while your boyfriend held your bag and jacket.

you popped your tongue, holding your weight on one leg as your hands raised to your hips. “y’all know i run shit over here. got him holding my stuff and everything. he know wassup.” your friends laughed as you stood with confidence in front of them. eventually laughing along with them as you walked out of the door. little did they know, ony was a completely different man at home.

“aahhggg it’s t-too d-deep daddy” you were bent over the kitchen island, nails scratching at the table as you tried to crawl away from ony’s brutal pounding. “shut the fuck up. thought you ran shit. seems like you only running from shit” he chuckled as pulled your head back by your hair to deepen your arch. his hips jackhammered into your ass while you choked on some of your moans.

when you first got home you went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water, bending over to reach in the back of the fridge. ony walked up right behind you, pressing his print on your ass causing you to instantly stand up. “wha-” “sh sh sh. bend over the counter for me princess.” a shiver ran down your spine as you turned your body around and bent over. giving your boyfriend a full view of you panties under your miniskirt.

now you were here. hair tangled around his hand as his other hand was wrapped around your throat. “open up mama.” he whispered while pulling your head back further. you outstretched your tongue from your mouth, brown eyes locking with each other before you felt his warm saliva trickle down towards your throat. before you could swallow, his mouth met yours in a wet kiss. tongues soaking each other in his spit as your moans flowed from your mouth to his.

ony was very different when if came to fucking you. always letting his more dominant side show when it was time to pleasure his woman. “that’s is mama. keep takin this dick.” his hand moved from your throat to your stomach, pushing you back harder onto his dick so you can feel him deeper. “mmfuckkkk. i l-love you!” you screamed as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching. the urge to pee clouding your brain as you tried to push yourself off of him so you didn’t make a mess.

“unt uhh, where you goin? let me have it.” his thick fingers laid on your clit, rubbing in circles at a quick pace as you squirted all over his dick and the floor. your legs grew weak, giving out from under you as you slumped onto the counter, but before you could doze off to sleep, you felt ony’s rough palm lightly tapping your cheek. “stay with me pretty girl.” he helped you regain consciousness before lifting you back up to his chest. “you good?” worry filling his voice as he rubbed your stomach. “y-yea.”

before you knew it he was fucking his dick back into you. eyes widening and body twitching as he stroked inside your overstimulated pussy. “good because daddy didn’t cum yet and i got a lot t’give you. and princess….” you looked up at his face which was already turned towards you. gold grills shining in the dim moonlight as he smirked down at you. “i love you too.”

#aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black reader #aot x black reader #onyankopon x reader #aot #aot smut #onyankopon x black!reader

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xiao-come-home · 14 days

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stone faced anon (💫 anon if it's free) here; as someone who has a hyperfixation in IT and coding I also think it would be very funny if Boothill had an s/o who wasn't necessarily a mechanic but like a software engineer or just a real big nerd about coding or something. He'll be experiencing a malfunction or a memory leak and go "oh yeah this happens sometimes don't worry about it" and then 10 minutes later he's sitting down plugged into a laptop listening to his s/o rant about how terrible his code is (crack hc: boothill's code was written in javascript) and how it's a wonder he hasn't bricked* yet

Would also be mad funny if Boothill ever got hacked and his s/o basically says "no you're not" and uses a previously made system restore point or something because of course they would both use and design every feature imaginable to keep Boothill in control of his own body, can you imagine the stress that losing control would cause him?? Even better if whoever designed him originally intentionally left a backdoor incase he ever went against their orders and when they try to use it his s/o just goes "oh yeah I quarantined and encrypted all the old files related to that backdoor and whatever else you were planning on a partition as bait and personally rewrote every file and function involved since your code is *an actual crime against technology*. by the way i'm going to go ahead and format that partition i mentioned, boothill- we won't be needing anything on it now that we can trace whoever made it. trust me, this won't be happening ever again."

*(bricking is a term mostly used to refer to hardware that's been rendered basically completely nonfunctional and beyond saving by using it wrong, mostly by messing with system files. Kinda like how windows can't even repair itself if you delete the system32 folder. Though i guess you could still install it with a usb stick if you formatted your pc- i digress you get what I mean. also since this almost happened to me recently: if you manage to fill up a hard drive to the brim, with literally 0 bytes of space left, that bricks it. reminder to check your storage thoroughly and often!)

Honestly wow I read it all and I'm a little bit speechless 🥹 thank you 💫 anon, it was great 🙏

Boothill would DEFINITELY appreciate a s/o who's a tech savvy in general! I think at some point, he'd be pretty shocked you're so knowledgeable and just sit there, listening to you rant.. and just letting you do your thing.

Don't get me wrong, he definitely knows a lot about his body, his system and the way he works, but once you start to get in the zone and explain stuff to him, berate his code even, he just sits next to you, plugged in to your laptop, leaning his cheek against his hand listening to you like he obviously understands everything you say.

His other hand begins to gently play with a stand of your hair, humming deeply when the soft clicking sounds of your keyboard reach his ears; he twirls your hair with his fingers and chuckles, "mmm, really now?" Boothill raises an eyebrow, "encryptin' this, encryptin' that... How about we do somethin' more fun instead?" And then you shut him down from your laptop (😭).

Jokes aside, he'd feel very secure with you especially when he first got his new body, just knowing you'll probably fix a lot of things that could possibly blow up his face in no time, maybe even improve his life even more.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #boothill x reader #boothill hsr #boothill #.thirst #.💫 anon

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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Speaking of Noaya's misogyny, what would his reaction be if someone else told fushiguro to do their laundry and basically degrade them in front of him. (Like I'm pretty sure I know the general answer but would like your thoughts on it)

Okay okay, imagine a new girl that Naoya had been sleeping with frequently, leading her to becoming an unofficial mistress of the clan. She's respected by the servants and a few of the female members, but she wants to be a part of the clan, which could only happen if Naoya married her. And to do that, she needs to win his heart or something.

She knows that you're important to Naoya, so when Naoya goes away for a mission for two months, she decides to use you to help her cause. She decides to turn you into a "proper lady of Zenin clan".

This time, we're gonna talk about teen reader here. So, teen reader is running around in the garden, bare feet and her clothes all muddy when the mistress calls you over. She gives you a disgusted look as she eyes you up and down before telling you to wash yourself because she needs to talk to you.

Since you'd overheard from the servants about how important she was to your uncle Naoya, you listened to her.

After cleaning up, she sat you down and tie you her plan of your "glamorous makeover" where she'd basically turn you into a lady fit for the misogynistic standard's of the clan. You laughed at her idea first, but when you realised she wasn't joking, you outright refused.

You were walking out of the door when she stopped you with one statement.

"Its what Naoya wants."

What? Your uncle wants this? He ordered her to help you become more "lady like"?

She placed a firm hand on your shoulder. "Your uncle has done so much for you, raised you, clothed you, fed you, sheltered you. And you can't even one thing for him?"

Her words were enough to manipulate you because after all, there was some truth to what she'd said. No matter how annoying you find Naoya, he had indeed raised you. He had given you the best of everything. And most importantly-

He hadn't abandoned you like Toji had.

So, you gave in. To please Naoya.

The mistress took control of everything.

No more runs, after all "it's not very feminine to run like a wild beast "

No more training or fighting, because "it's unattractive for girls to have muscles."

No more this, no more that, no more anything that made you happy.

She made you go to the kitchen and cook super intricate dishes, throwing away the food if it's a a little too salty. The kitchen staff had to hold themselves from wiping away your tears as they watched that vile woman berate your cooking.

She made you sit on your knees for hours until your legs went numb and didn't care for the tears.

And everytime you did something wrong, she made sure you were punished, brutally.

Be it by making you kneel on uncooked rice, or stand in the sun, or take your meals away, or even flogging your hands and calves.

None of the servants were able to help you because they were too afraid of the mistress complaining about them to Naoya. So, they helped her do whatever she wanted to do to you.

Right now, you were learning how to pour tea properly. You don't like tea, don't really drink it unless you're sick and Naoya forces it down your throat, but the mistress says it's an important skill to learn because "it'll make your husband happy".

Anyways, you had to sit a certain way, be completely uncomfortable, hold the heavy ass tea pot a certain way that left your wrists your hurting. You had been doing this for hours and you were now tired.

Well, disaster happened, as the pot slipped out of your hand and spilled hot tea all over your hands and lap.

You screeched at the scalding pain ans the servants rushed to help you, but the mistress? She walked over and slapped you across the face for destroying her carpet. She went on a whole derogatory rant about how stupid and useless you are, how you are an embarrassment for the Zenin clan, how you're a pain in the ass for Naoya, how he should've abandoned you because that's what you deserve-

"What. The. Fuck?" Her rant was cut short by the man standing in the door.

Naoya had returned from his trip.

He rushed towards you, pushing away the servants and his mistress. Naoya took ahold of your hands that had now turned red, and he could only imagine the damage the hot tea had done to your lap. He looked at your teary face, you were trying hard to suppress your whimpers.

"Shh, its okay. I'm here, now. Come along." He pulled you up, before giving a pointed look to the servants. "Get her a fucking doctor right now!" The servants scrambled and gently took you from him, guiding you out of the room.

The mistress stepped forward. "Naoya, I-" But he didn't give her a chance to talk as he slapped her so hard, she fell to the floor.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" He bellowed, and from her position at the floor, she really imagined that this is what a predator must look like before it devours its prey. "How dare you touch her?!"

"Naoya- I- I was doing all of this for you!"

"For me?"

She nodded frantically. "Y-yes! I just- I know she is important to you, so I just tried to make her more lady like! So- so that you aren't embarrassed by her! I- I mean, you're always the one saying how rowdy and unruly she is! How wild she is! I was just taming her- for you!"

"For me? Taming her?" Naoya's eyes widened in disbelief as he grabbed her by the collar and shook her hard. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH!" He punched her in the face. "SHES NOT A FUCKING ANIMAL FOR YOU TO TAME! AND WHAT GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TOUCH A SINGLE HAIR ON HER HEAD!? YOURE BENEATH HER, BENEATH ME, BENEATH EVERYONE THAT BELONGS TO THE ZENIN CLAN, EVEN BENEATH OUT FUCKIN DOGS, YOU WHORE!"

Naoya threw her across the room before stalking towards her. "What the fuck were you even teaching her?! To pour tea, put makeup on, please a man like you pathetically attempt to do?! Huh?!" Naoya grabbed her face and yanked her forward. "Well, since you liked giving lessons so much, I'm gonna teach you something you'll never forget." He began pulling the woman by her hair, dragging her towards the table where the tea kettle was set. He grabbed the hot kettle and poured the scalding beverage all over her face, her screams only making him angrier as his treatment turned worse until she passed out from the pain.

Naoya walked inside your room where the doctor had finished bandaging you up. He had already finished interrogating the servants about what that vile woman had done to you (and he'd already dished out punishments to the servants for not helping you or even reporting to him earlier).

"I'm sorry." You said to him as soon as he'd entered.

Naoya narrowed his eyes at you. "Why are you sorry?"

"For troubling you. And I don't mean just today, I mean for all the time." You looked down, ashamed. "I just- I didn't want you to think that I take you for granted. I know and I appreciate everything you've done for me, especially since I wasn't exactly an easy child to raise-"

"Shut up." Naoya scoffed, sitting down on your bed. "I didn't do anything for you. It was all for me. Nobody forced me to take you in, nobody forced me to raise you. I did it all for myself. So don't try to make this into some sappy little thing where you start being grateful and expect me to hug you and console you because I won't. I don't care if you start crying, I'm not risking getting your snot on my clothes-"

You chuckled and Naoya 's lips quirked up briefly as well. He sighed. "Yes, you weren't n easy child. Yes, you're a pain in the ass, but you're my pain in the ass. And I take care of things that are mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes, uncle Naoya."

"Good. Now, I know you're not stupid and you knew you didn't have to go along to her stupid ass orders, so why did you do it?"

You shrugged. "I don't know, I guess I thought that you'd like it if I was more feminine, more demure like the other women in the family."

"Idiot." He clicked his tongue. "The same rules don't apply to you that apply to them."

"Why not?"

"Because you're best when you're yourself. In fact, we are all best when you're happy. So, just focus on that. And stay safe. Also, I'd appreciate it if you'd sing my praises to the ladies of the family when you see them, I'm scared that they might poison me one day. You know what, just tell me what they say about me."

You shrugged. "I don't know, they mostly just say you're a bad influence, Maki says that you're a wannabe Toji, Mai says you had a thing for my dad- wait, did you? Is that why you adopted me? To lure my dad in? You want to be my mom? Should I call you that? Mama? MAMA-!"

"I'm gonna suffocate you with your own pillow tonight."

#yandere naoya zenin #yandere naoya #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #naoya zen'in x reader #naoya zenin #naoya x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu toji #jjk x you

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Heyyy , how’s your day?? I was wondering if you could do ushijima and reader at the gym, reader is new to exercising and doesn’t know how to use equipment so ushijima helps them

hiiiiii !!!!!!!! my day is going good, i hope yours is too!!!!

AND AHHHH THIS REQUEST IS SO CUTEEEE

my first request !!!! i’ll be doing gender neutral reader!!! thank you so much!

☘︎ you’ve known ushijima for a while now, i mean, who doesn’t? being his desk mate, especially, you see him. him doing his schoolwork, him watching volleyball clips, him in general…

☘︎ okay he is a sight HAHA

☘︎ he obviously works out, duh, come on have you seen him???????? ‘cause…YOU'VE HAVE!!!1!1

☘︎ but, anyways, ever since you two worked on a school project together, you’ve been getting closer and closer.

☘︎ as friends of course haha!!!

☘︎ today was like any other day, you come in class, he’s already sat down in his seat, getting whatever he needs ready for class he just has a pencil lmao

☘︎ “good morning !” you said, as you sat down. you gave him a tiny smile, before putting your bag down under your desk.

☘︎ “Good morning. How’s your day?” he turned to look at you,

☘︎ you tell him good, asking about his day as you took out your pencil case. other kids were coming into class. it’s your last class of the day, finally.

☘︎ “Good, thanks. I wanted to ask, my friend, Tendou, usually comes to the gym with me on Fridays, since we have no volleyball practice. But, he’s sick. Would you like to come?”

☘︎…

☘︎ AHHHHHHH

☘︎ you squeaked out a ‘yes’ and it was done. you’re going to the gym with the ushijima wakatoshi.

☘︎ it happened so fast, school ending, you racing home to put on gym clothes, and getting basic necessities. and bam! you’re standing next to him, walking inside. you didn’t know whether to thank god, or to beg him for strength at this moment.

☘︎ ushijima was in some shorts, gym shoes, and a TANK TOP AHHHHH

☘︎ he had toned muscles.

☘︎ “It’s hot out today. Let’s go inside.” he waited for you to walk next to him.

☘︎..it was a little embarrassing, following him around like a lost puppy.

☘︎ at that moment, you realized- you have no clue how to use a gym. you’ve never been to one, or working out in general.

☘︎ yep, you were asking for strength, hope, and forgiveness.

☘︎ “Which machine would you like to use first?” he said, turning to look at you.

☘︎ AH he spoke to you AHHH

☘︎ you were blanking, oh god oh god.

☘︎ “What are you looking to do? High reps at a low weight, or vice versa? Or cardio?”

☘︎ ohgodohgod.

☘︎ “…cardio…?” nice going…

☘︎ he nodded, walking over to the treadmills, cycling machines, and the stair stepper machines.

☘︎ “…would it be okay to say i’ve never stepped foot in a gym before?” just get it out he won’t judge hewon’tjudge.

☘︎ “Of course. I can explain for you, if you’d like, or help you use it.” he spoke, not a hint of annoyance on his face.

☘︎ the giddiness in your body was radiating.

☘︎ you nodded, thanking him, before he stepped onto the treadmill. you followed, going on the one next to him.

☘︎ there were a ton of buttons. you looked over to him, giving him a look that said ‘please help’.

☘︎ he quickly came to your rescue, turning to look right at you.

☘︎ “Treadmills help with cardio. Most have similar settings, and some may have controls to monitor your heart rate. Press this button here to turn it on, and I can help you set the speed. You can go at whatever pace you’d like.”

☘︎ back to thanking god.

☘︎ you smiled at him, as he leaned over to turn on the treadmill. it was at a low walking pace. he went back to his own treadmill, and he turned his on. he began to press the buttons.

☘︎ HE TURNED HIS UP TO A 12???

☘︎…he put you at a 3.

☘︎ you looked over to him. he had perfect posture, perfect form, and he looked really good.

☘︎ you slowly put yours up at a light jog, the corner of your eye looking at him.

☘︎ HE WAS ALREADY LOOKING AT YOU AHHHHHH

☘︎ “Are you okay?” he said, not even breaking a sweat.

☘︎ taken aback, you quickly nodded, smiling at him. he turned and went to look straight ahead.

☘︎ you stopped after a little while- and you were so embarrassed.

☘︎ you were hot, sweating, hands-on-hips-position, and drinking your water.

☘︎ he was not phased.

☘︎ “We can work on the kettlebells if you’re alright with that. I can help you again. Form is especially important.”

☘︎ hehehehehehehe he’s going to help with your fooooormmmmmm!!!!!

☘︎ he led you over to the kettlebells, and got out a 5 pound. he took two 25 pounds for him…

☘︎ “Let’s start easy. Form is important, so let’s start with swings. Swing the kettlebell between your legs, and make sure to tighten your midsection. Once the kettlebell reaches hip height, squeeze your glutes and extend your arms to the ceiling.”

☘︎ yeah that went in one ear and out the other… his voice was so deep.

☘︎ he saw your puzzled expression, “I can help straighten your back as you do so, guiding you through it, if that’s okay.”

☘︎ YESYES THATS OKAY.

☘︎ “of course, thank you!” you smiled.

☘︎ he came over, and handed you a 5 pound weight. he stood behind you, close.

☘︎ “Can I put my hands on your back?”

☘︎ as he got a quick answer, he did so, his left hand on your back, and the other on your shoulder, straightening your back.

☘︎ “Okay. Go ahead.”

☘︎ he led you through it, helping you with tips as he still had his hands on you. after a couple reps, you put the kettlebell down, before looking at him.

☘︎ he still had his hands on you

☘︎ “I apologize.” ushijima quietly said, as he took his hands off.

☘︎ he bit his cheek, and looked away for a moment, before looking back at you.

☘︎ “Would you like to learn how to spot someone?”

☘︎ he seemed at ease, a more happier expression, if you really looked

☘︎ this was going to be a long day, but you wouldn’t want to be with any other person besides him.

AHHHHHH OKAYOKAY i really hope this is good! i’ve never written any headcanons, drabbles, onceshots, etc before, so i hope this is good! i didn’t want this to be too long,…i might’ve overdid it a bit….sorry!!!!!

in the future, i want to get more of the character’s expressions and how they feel, compared the reader! i would love to work on that!

also i love ushijima so much i really hope i portrayed him well! he’s a little difficult to write for, but ill get the hang of it!

i hope everyone likes this, and thank you @jellysupremacy for the request! i hope you like it!!! i had a good time writing it!!!! 💗💗💗💐💐

i wrote like crazy i think i did it in an hour this was so fun

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA - me and my bestfriend (bsf) of six years recently got into a 2 week long argument and at this point have stopped talking. First i need to provide some back ground of the situation. Last November i became friends with “J”. This itself caused some arguments because they have similar names and sometimes i’d slip and call bsf, J, on accident and would immediately apologize. After a couple times of this happening she got really upset but i explained i’d been doing the same to J and she seemed to be less upset about it.

In the beginning of January, J and her bestfriend “E” got into some pretty serious drama where information from both sides never matched up but i’d known and used to be friends with E for a while. He is not a great guy speaking from past experience. (he constantly talks about how he’s a narcissist very proudly) He was claiming they had slept together and was telling all of his friends about it. She was saying they hadn’t. These rumors had been going around for months about them but had died down until this. the problem is i believed J but bsf was close with E and sided with him. I’d like to make a note through this entire situation neither me or bsf played any roll in it to my knowledge. this was just between E and J. Later on i found out they had slept together from J and asked why she had said they hadnt she said it was an agreement between the two of them that they wouldn’t say anything to anyone else because of the rumors people were already spreading about them being together. But once she found out it was definitely him telling people this time she told me the truth. yeah they had slept together then he forced her to take a plan B even though he knew she was on birth control and they’d used a condom. then ghosted her and pretended not to know her when asked by Js twins sisters best-friend.

Now it’s about 3 weeks ago where i posted two separate story’s saying how much i loved J and her sister and the other about how much i love bsf. about 10 minutes later bsf texted me “just delete this.” i of course asked why but she never responded so i took it down like she asked. later that day she reply’s to a text i had sent her the day before saying “nothing much just wishing i was hanging out with you” she replied “right.” at this point i’m genuinely confused what’s happening i had a feeling it was about J somehow because every time i posted about J it would be the one thing she didn’t like or comment on and she would get annoyed when i’d mention some thing me and J had done recently. i immediately replied with “of course, i love hanging out with you. your my best friend” A couple hours later she send me a three paragraph message saying how she didn’t think that anymore because i was ignoring everything she was telling me about what E was saying. That i was only taking J’s side and always talking about what J was saying about her side. She said I was using her as a separate option that if J couldn’t hang out i would call her. etc at the end of the message she told me she would never make me choose but that she will never trust anything J says. (they’ve literally never met or talked the only thing she hears about J is through E or me) she ends it with do whatever you want to do but don’t do anything for me. keep being friends with her idk i’m keeping my distance from all that. I replied with a message basically saying that she wasn’t the second option, i wasn’t sure who to trust, and that i try to avoid talking about the situation with J. we go back and forth with her apologizing for how she’s acting then getting mad about me not just believing her over everything else i’m being told. Then she tried to claim she never said J was wrong but that she knows she’s lied to me (the thing i mentioned in the first paragraph is the only time she’s lied to me) that she never picked a side and that she can’t believe how hurt she feels when “i’m supposed to be her bestfriend” i brought up the fact that i had asked her more than once if me being friends with her bothered her and she always said no. That this wouldn’t have exploded like this if we could have talked it out before. she took that as me saying this was all her fault.

A couple days later she messages me asking to talk in person i say when and where but she just send me a message about her feelings anyways again apologizing for how she’s acting and that she felt i wasn’t listening to her but it hurt more to lose me etc but continuing to say she doesn’t think i should be friends with J but it’s my choice. I reply i was listening but i think we were both just trying to find the facts in a situation we will never really know who was lying 100%. but i made a point in the massage to say i wasn’t going to stop being friends with J and that i didn’t understand why me and bsf relationship was so affected by me and J’s. She gets mad again bringing up a hate account that was made claiming J had made it but J had shown me that she hadn’t and it was investigated by our school who also said she didn’t do it. that it was my choice to be friends with her but that i don’t understand how it’s affecting her and that it wasn’t fair. at this point i was really mad because it really felt like she was trying to force me to choose between them two in a way. i replied saying she hadn’t made the account and said i don’t think J is the reason we stopped talking and that i feel like she was making me choose even though she was saying she wasn’t. she then replied saying she didn’t make me choose but that i had chose J over her and “that i guess you though she needed more attention” (yeah maybe because J is not mentally handling this well at all and your fine because your not actually involved with this drama) i didn’t reply to her but about another week later i texted her “i just want to be friends with both of you. why can’t i do that” she replied i understand but i don’t think you should be friends with she’s not a good person but hope your having fun it’s all i wanted for you. that’s the end of the messages at this point.

TLDR : (do we do those here??) bestfriend of three years stopped talking to me because i became friends with another girl who later got into drama with best friends close friend E (A PROUDLY SELF PROCLAIMED NARCISSIST I MIGHT ADD)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 1 year

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And sorry I just had a lot of ideas but this is last one. Anyone you want with psychologist reader. Basically they go to him as parient on theraphy and share secrets and traumas with him which basically causes to get close with them

With a psychologist reader

Angel Dust

Angel was having a bad week. Oh fuck it, he was having a bad fucking year. But he couldnt say that shit else he get a nice new shiner from dear Daddy Val.

He kept having breakdowns. Freaking out or having panic attacks when he needed to keep his shit together.

It got so bad, he actually couldn't preform, and no amount of beatings or drugs were helping anymore.

So, wanting to protect his investment, Valentino would bring him to you. You being a well known psychotherapist, helping numerous celebrities better themselves, completely turning themselves around after seeing you.

At least for a while.

So, he dumped Angel at your door, the Overlord trying to get you to essentially brainwash him to further obey him, planning to use you to keep him under control.

Of course, you shut that shit down immediately.

You told him bluntly you'd do what's necessary to help your patient, and that was Angel.

Val didn't say much, telling you simply he could find someone else, to which you told him good luck, knowing full well itd be impossible to find a therapist of your calibre who wouldnt milk him for every penny they could if thry could do their job at all, effectively calling his bluff.

You said all this in front of the Spider, the man feeling... well, it felt nice to have someone taking him seriously. Not like Val that treated him like a train dog.

Now, your first few sessions were just tredding ground, getting to know the Spider and gaining some familiarity with him. You may have stood up to Val but you'd had enough clients to know he wouldn't just open up.

So, the first few appointments you just spoke, spending time with him, asking genuine questions about him.

Not his Angel Dust persona.

Him.

Youd ask about his likes and dislikes.

You know, favourite music, the food he likes, his thoughts on the current events in Hell.

And while it would certainly take time, slowly chipping away at his mask, he'd begin opening up to you.

Of course, Valentino, the massive Cock-Head! Kept putting you back, the man being his usual abusive self. And after each of these incidents, the spider would pull in on himself, making your job even more difficult.

So, you confronted the man, telling him as much, as every smack he gave the arachnid put you back weeks! And despite his domineering personality, he'd back down, agreeing to stop the abuse.

'For now.' The moth pimp added, raising your blood pressure.

Youd make progress on the man's issues, slowly directing and fixing the many traumas and problems the man endured, the Spider visible getting better, cutting back on most of the shit he took in.

At least around you.

It'd be during one of your sessions, you having the Spider just ramble, saying whatever came to mind, letting him get anything he'd like off his chest.

And as he rambled he'd end up on a tangent on how much he hated working for Valentino and how miserable he was working for him.

It was your first major breakthrough, and well, the one you needed to finally get through.

You seized the situation, breaking him down to the bare Demonic soul, the man confessing every insecurity, spilling his heart out to you.

But then came the issue. Because put simply, Valentino was the Issue. But Angel couldn't just leave Val, that's not how the game worked.

So, you did the only thing you could.

Call in a favour.

Now, you'd helped a Looooooot of people.

Powerful people.

The Noble demon kinda powerful people.

So getting someone to help... remove Valentino from the equation wasn't that difficult.

Once he was free of that man's influence Angel really shined through.

He became more confident. More self assured.

He reduced his alcohol and narcotic consumption to a tenth of when he was with Val.

Honestly he was a whole new Angel, and you were happy to see it.

But, well, this is Angel. And even without the pressure or need to hyper sexualise himself, he'd still flirt with you.

And it'd actually be the day you finally cleared him, believing him to finally be well enough to be discharged from your service, that the spider would ask you out.

And since he was no longer your client, you said yes, the two of you going out to a quant little restaurant together.

It was a... charmingly simple night.

Neither of you said much. The usually chatty spider calm and docile as you ate, the both of you feeling everything that needed to be said... had been said.

Youd go home that night. The spiders hand in your own, as you went back to your place.

Nothing would happen between you that nigh. You were still seeing how a relationshipwould go, trying the waters as it were, so you didnt want to force anything.

Angel for his part, and for the first time, well... ever, felt safe. Understood.

And well, cared about.

The spider genuinely happy to be with you.

Stolas

Youd always been fascinated my how the mind works.

Specifically, how it handled trauma.

It fascinated you how the mind bent and melted, handling or rejecting trauma.

And if there was any group in Hell with issue, it was the Nobility.

Now, it took you a while to find a noble that was willing to pay you to help them, most nobility just expecting things presented to them on a silver platter.

But once you did get your foot in the door, helping a man with some deep seeded inferiority issues. Helping him become the egomaniac he was supposed to be.

And when it got out you could help them with their many, many, MANY issues, and do so descreetly. By God, they flocked to you.

A barrage of daddy issues, child abuse, neglect, regulat abuse and trauma the likes you hadn't thought possible.

And you got good, and rich, helping people with their issues. Learning an abundance on how personality was shaped by abuse. Picking up the patterns and soding that was left with different traumas.

Youd gotten yourself set up, each patient a virtual case study.

And it'd be as you sat in your office, looking over a patient's file, when there was a knock at the door.

Popping the files away, you called them in, coming face to face with an owl demon.

We was unexpectedly timid upon entry, walking around the subject as he asked you if you could help someone with... their issues.

That someone was clearly him.

But you could tell he was trying to be discreet, not like he was the first one, so you played along.

And after assuring him you could help him, explaining you provided a safe, descreet and judgement free service tailored for each client, that he'd agree.

The first few sessions were slow, the two of you just making generic, borderline formal chit chat, Stolas venting to you about his day or something that was erking him.

But after a few sessions, you began making progress, treading new ground. He began opening up to you about his issues. And there were quite a few.

A father that didn't give a shit about him past his utility to the Goetia family. An abusive wife he was betrothed to before he was even hatched simply to produce an heir.

And a completely dead marriage.

No.

Dead implies it was alive at some point. And based on what he had to say about it, it sounded like his spouse was beating the corpse of said "marriage".

So yeah, other than a daughter, he didn't really have anything worth living for. Which, ya know... isn't a good thing.

It took a long time really figuring out what ailed his mind.

There were many sessions that ended up with him in tears, you ending up hugging him, comforting him each time as he sobbed into your shirt.

And while you did your best to remain professional, there were more than a few occasions when you'd stare into each other's eyes for just a little too long. Followed by you awkwardly looking away, clearing your throat.

It took many session, time, care and a small fortune in fees, but you ended with the most logical conclusion.

He needed to divorce his bitch of a wife.

Stolas knew it.

You knew it.

But knowing it, and doing it were very different thing.

Of course, normally that'd be his problem.

But, well, you liked Stolas. Youd done the major no-no of running a practicr and and had gotten attached to him. So you called in some favours to ensure it'd go smoothly.

Of course you kept it all behind the scenes, setting things up so Stolas could escape with a minimal amount of drama.

And so, with a little encouraging from you, as a friend, not his therapist. He'd do it.

He'd tell her they were done and he was sick of her.

Of course the fallout was... not that bad. At least compared to our timeline, especially since Stolas had measures prepared before he did it.

He arrived the next day, you asking him how he felt, Stolas telling you he felt... Free.

Things would be difficult, but for the first time, he felt free.

You'd talk some more, monitoring his progress and development, ensuring he didn't fall back on any of his inhealthy coping mechanisms. And once the time had run out, he'd ask if there were anymore sessions.

Youd smile, telling him, well, no.

He'd resolved his problem, and well, he was done. No more sessions really needed.

To which Stolas would ask if that means if he were no longer your patient.

You confirming it, telling him you were no longer doctor and patient.

Hed nod, before leaning over, grabbing you by the collar just to slam his mouth into yours, the man forcefully kissing you.

The kiss lasted several moments before he pulled back, the man stuffing a note into your pocket, telling you.

"I'll be picking you up at 7. Dress sharp."

And then he'd leave.

Leaving you bewildered and, well, slightly aroused. Sat there thinking one thing.

"Well... what am I gonna wear?"

Valentino

Val wasn't weak.

He didn't need help, or to rely on anyone.

He earned everything he had through cunning and brutality, and would be damned if he needed some shitty head doctor to 'fix' his 'condition.'

But every day, he was filled with the killer of empires.

Doubt.

And doubt led to fear.

And fear led to the dark side.

Was he making the right move? Should he have killed that last guy? Was there a better way of doing that?

It was getting on his nerve and he was sick of it!

So, he found the best, most discreet, psychologist money could buy.

And that's how he found himself walking into your office.

He of course was his ever domineering self, trying to tell you how this would work.

To which you'd listen until he was finished, and once you were sure he'd finished his rant, you tell him simply how it would actually be.

Youd work through at his pace, but doing what you'd say and when. In that room Valentino held no power, but you also held no wish to control him.

You were his patient, and so, you would do your job.

You would help him.

Things went slow at first, Valentino still demanding to be in control, and so you'd have to slowly ease him into it.

You were firm, but not confrontational, letting him feel in control, while trying to figure out just why he needed to feel in control.

Though it was pretty clear, he was an overlord. He had to be in control else he'd loose... everything.

But really, he was just running on survival mode 24/7, and simply put, the mind couldn't handle being on edge every second of every day.

It took a long, long time to get that through to him, but really, it was a simple answer.

He'd reverted back into a Darwinian philosophy. And while many can like relatively normal lives with such a philosophy, he'd actually conditioned himself to abide by such rules, to the point his body physically reacted to every change in his environment. The man constantly stressed and unable to sleep, the drugs only able to keep things on the level for so long.

It'd take a long time to get to this conclusion, and an even longer to start unwinding it.

A lot of explaining and reconditioning, slowly unwinding the trauma he had to endured and inflicted on himself, sure enough, over time, he'd start relaxing.

He was still on edge, but he was slowly learning to take breaks, usually somewhere safe where he could be alone.

The man starting to understand, and rework himself into a more level headed existence.

It was strange for the man.

He'd spent hours rambling at you, answering hundreds of stupid questions, working through a shit load of nitty gritty bullshit he'd never think about.

But, sure enough, one day you asked him a question, and well, he answered.

Honestly.

He gave a genuine, true blue answer. And he could answer without spending 30 minutes figuring out if it was a trick, nor did he give some vague answer to hide the truth.

It felt weird, being honest with someone, and, well, it felt good.

He could be real with someone. No lies No tough guy persona. No alpha bullshit.

Just him.

And well, he couldn't deny, having a connection like that was... amazing.

And so, well naturally, he found himself growing affection for you. The first person he could be real with.

He'd initially disguise his feeling as simply working through any other issue he might have had, the man paying you top dollar to spend even more time with you.

But eventually he'd get sick of making up reasons to be around you.

So he was honest.

Again, a rare act on his part.

But he went all out, telling you he wanted you. He wanted the commitment, a genuine relationship, not just him using his partner for his own gain like every other connection he had.

Youd be hesitant, but after an especially genuine moment with him, you'd agree to a date.

A REAL date. With the real him.

And yeah, everything inside him told him to go all out, utilising his usual power and prestige.

But not this night.

That night you just had a simple dinner, followed the both of you sharing a bottle of wine, bonding on the couch.

And no, you didn't fall into his arms like averyone else did.

And,he loved that.

With you he was honest and genuine, and well, he loved that he could be that way, the two of you having a bond he could never have with anybody else in Hell.

And yeah he had to hide that bond from most anybody else, when in private he still got to enjoy it, the man having something to fight for more than just a never ending thurst for power.

Loona

Honestly, she'd first seen you as a gag.

She'd gotten a coupon for a free session in some magazine Blitz had snatched from Stolas.

And after she'd stormed out of the office with said magazine, the girl reading through it, finding your coupon.

So, ripping it out, she figured it was a good way to waste an hour, tormenting some stuffy head quack.

And so, finding your office, she'd strut in, showing the coupon. And since you had nothing better to do, you'd agree to see her.

At first you'd play along with what she was clearly expecting, asking the usual questions.

And yeah, Loona fucked around, acting like a little shit.

But after a while you'd get into some real shit. Asking about her home life, and those directly around her.

She'd whine and complain, giving a biased retelling, events through from her perspective.

But you could see through it, asking her harder and harder questions, the girl eventually snapping at you.

Only for you to snap back.

You told her her feelings were real and valid, but she needed to accept that she wasn't always the victim and sometimes problems were her own fault.

Loona, as whenever she was challenged with something she didn't like and couldn't kick the shit out of.

She bolted.

Despite dropping you, she couldn't get over the damn harsh truth bombs you'd dropped on her.

So, convincing Blitz to get more of the magazines, she'd cut out the coupons, taking them to you to talk.

She'd confront you, and while initially hostile, the two of you would actually have some meaningful dialogue, Loona having to face some harsh truths. But you also helped her face some problems with others, particularly her relationship with her father.

She'd keep scaving magazines off of Blitz, the two of you chatting almost every day, you providing some much needed outlet for many, many confusing emotions for the teen.

And it'd be after bumping into each other at a coffee shop that you'd actually chat.

Not just dig up loonas many issue, but just talking, like two normal people.

She was a surprisingly chill young lady when not having to think about her many flaws and problems. But you were just happy to chat, it being rare you got to speak with someone outside the office. And we'll, Loona certainly lived an interesting life.

The girl would use a dozen more coupons, spending most days in your office, you often scheduling appointments in accordance, each session steadily getting through her swamp off issues.

But you'd also meet up at that coffee shop, the two of you bonding outside the sessions, chatting away like regular people.

And honestly, the two of you getting increasingly close, and look, you were a professional, but after a particularly fiery session, the two of you going at each other, that you'd, well, youd kiss.

The strange development between the two of you seemingly finally coming to ahead.

And it'd be a Hell of a kiss, the two of you becoming ravenous, things quickly getting out of hand. And undressed.

After that things would be... awkward. Very awkward.

Naturally.

But, after some discussion you'd decide to keep your sessions and whatever was happening between you aside, Loona admittedly feeling like the sessions were working.

And now that you were technically seeing each other on the side, she'd finally have someone she could build a healthy relationship with.

Of course you had to be careful she didn't become too emotionally relient on you, not wanting her to develope unhealthy reliance on you, while also being a caring S/O for the girl, using your expertise to help develop healthier outlets for her anger and frustration.

The two of you would take things slow and steady, you and Loona developing a meaningful relationship, one the both of you would adore, coming to truly love each other.

Though you'd gotten the Silent treatment more then once when you brought up an issue she had during an argument.

Hey everybody.

I haven't forgotten about you I swear, just been doing my own life, trying to get my house together. But I remember and still love you guys.

I'll try and post more than I have, but no promises.

Love y'all!

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babygorewhore · 3 months

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Revolution

You disobey Kai. And he decides to punish you with a very important reminder.

Requested by @marchsfreakshow

Warnings! Violence! Kai! Manipulation! Blowjob! Degrading! Again Kai! No plot!

“Kneel before your divine rulers feet.” Kai’s icy tone cut through you as you fell to your knees before him. Your hands covered in blood, baseball bat tossed to the side as Kai stalked through the room.

“I give you basic commands, don’t i? I told you not to kill her and WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?” He screams and slaps meadow across the face. “You fucking killed her.”

You flinched. Your boyfriend's anger wasn’t a new emotion but it did nothing to lessen the shock as Meadow crumpled to the floor next to you. But the reality was, it was your doing that led you to end up in this position. You had killed the girl. Meadow had been the one against it.

“Get out of my presence. I need to speak with her. Now.” Kai grit out between his teeth and she immediately stood and ran. Not wanting to gain another strike.

Kai clicked his tongue and gave you a quiet chuckle. “You know, you’re almost as good of a liar as I am. But unfortunately for you. You’re much easier to predict.”

His boot came and knocked you on the floor. Causing you to scramble as you cried out in pain. He scoffed and returned to his favorite spot. “Get over here. Speak with me.” He gestured with his head and you forced yourself up.

Your flats moved to sit across from him as he raised his hand. Pinky up. You knew this routine. Every week you had to swear to tell him the truth. So he could control everything about you and everyone in his cult. A word you were forbidden to use. “Once physical contact is made you have surrendered yourself to tell me the truth and nothing other than that. Do you understand?”

“Yes, divine ruler.” You interlocked fingers and he sighed.

“How did you do it? Manipulation is a technique. Used for weak minded. So I’m wondering how you convinced a strong member to do your bidding.” His tone was a mixture of admiration and anger.

You licked your drying lips. “I used her desire to impress you. She loves you. So it’s…easy to use her. To lie.”

He gave you a sadistic smirk. “Did you enjoy it? Playing a game with her? Making her believe every word you said?”

“Yes.” You whispered, feeling intimidated by the giddy energy he was displaying.

“You are such a wonderful example of me. What I stand for. What I do. I am you. I am…so proud of my little lamb. So, I want to reward you.”

“Re-reward me?” You stuttered.

Kai nodded. “You have one hour. One hour to do whatever you wish for me. Suck my cock. Ride me. Fuck me until your pussy can’t take it. I won’t do anything other than what you say, my love.” Kai told you.

You leaned forward to kiss him.

And that’s when he laughed.

“And that’s how I know.” Kai pulled away and stood as horror threw you. “You will never be as good of a liar as I am.” That’s when his hands went under your arms and drew you out of your seat. Your eyes moved close to him as you gasped.

“Get on your knees. You know that’s my favorite and expected position.”

Your knees welcomed the discomfort as your fingers undid his belt and you yanked down his boxers. His red precum leaking cock slapped between his thighs and your mouth watered. This was an act that Kai usually never had to ask for. Why would you deny your divine ruler and his revolution?

He slapped his dick against your tongue before you lifted its weight into your hands and licked both sides slowly and lewdly drooled on yourself. Kai loved spit as you dumbly licked at his tip, reaching up to massage his balls as he started moving his hips to your hands and mouth.

You hadn’t sucked cock before you met him. He trained you. Taking your innocence and lack of experience away by throat fucking you. Only his cock would belong inside you. Your divine ruler was your God. And you worshiped him like the little cumslut you were.

The soft skin of his dick rolled in your mouth as you sucked him and he slammed your head back against the chair as he bobbed your head up and down. “Give me those pathetic little tears you stupid bitch.” He growled as you dumbly drooled on him. Your own pussy clenching around nothing as he fucked your mouth.

But swiftly Kai removed his cock and sprayed your face with his cum as you sharply inhaled. His creamy fluid coated your chin, jaw and chest as it dripped and he gave you a satisfied moan. “That’s better, little lamb. But your punishment isn’t over.”

He gave you a cold glare. “You don’t get to cum. Not for a week. Why should you enjoy pleasure when your job is to only serve me?”

“Yes, divine ruler.” You whispered and he reached down and patted your cheek.

“Do you belong to me?”

“Yes, Kai.”

“That’s my girl.”

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Noah and his not so gamer girl imagine cause I'm bored and have a bunch of ideas to share with the world. hey Siri, play Video Games by Lana Del Rey.

you're not the type to spend free time playing video games. it's just not exactly your form of escapism, you prefer listening to music, dancing, watching movies and tv shows, cooking, even crying your heart out over tiktok videos with cute puppies, basically anything. but playing games? not really. and it's not because you suck at it, nah, absolutely not. or is it?

but Noah loves video games and sometimes you're in a mood to share his passion despite the lack of fast reaction, coordination or even gaming experience. it doesn't matter. more so, this is the only time being really bad at something benefits you.

this is his chance to be your knight in shining armour and he gladly takes the opportunty. he's gonna carry you the whole match/round/level/quest/whatever that is if you're struggling without making you feel useless. oh, you can't progress through that one hideous quidditch match in an old Harry Potter game? don't worry honey, he's gonna take care of that while you can sit beside him with you cup of hot chocolate and chill.

actually, this level is worse than he thought, so you sit there for half an hour watching him cursing the game, the broom, the whole existence of the world and it's the funniest thing ever. streamer Noah was and still is your favorite era of his and now you have an exclusive access to it irl.

remember Among Us? this may be the only game you're good at. not just good - excellent, you're a pro mind gamer. whenever you get the imposter role you make sure to either kill Noah first just to mess with him while he's screaming 'I knew it' down the hall or to keep him alive til the very end acting soooo very innocent that it blows his mind to find out it was you all along.

Noah, however, is still in his knight arc so he keeps you alive because he just can't do it to you. that makes him lose all the time because everone knows if you're still running around it's him not being able to kill you again. or when he's a crewmate and gets killed, his little ghost follows you everywhere you go as your little guardian angel. it's sweet but he could be a bit more helpful in his afterlife doing the tasks to help you win sooner though.

you have this love-hate relationship with horror games. you're intrigued and scared as fuck at the same time. Noah is not there to make it any easier for you. he loves to jumpscare you out of the sudden. he swears he's not gonna do it again and still proceeds to scare you one more time when you're fully relaxed and least expect it just to hear you screaming at the top of your lungs. once you got so scared you threw your controller across the room and broke it. he promised to stop doing this shit. of course he lied. this bish!

he's so unserious when you two boot up The Sims. his character never looks like him, he creates the ugliest mf with the weirdest clothing choices and insists to romance your character because who else? then, when you get to make your sim and spend like three hours on it, he patiently waits and says it's cute but not as beautiful as you are even if it's an actual virtual goddess on your screen. then you two sit there and plan how your sims are gonna live and somehow it always ends up with planning your actual real life together - the cabin, the dog, the kids and their names, all this lovely stuff.

ANON AGAIN???? Girl I had a long work day and this honestly helped me to unwind THANK YOU I NEED TO SEND YOU FOREHEAD KISSES. HOW DO I SEND SOME THROUGH THE SCREEN????

#bad omens #noah sebastian #star’s anons✨#bad omens cult #noahsebastian #badomens #bad omens band

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ad0rebrial · 1 month

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can you do like, Larry being tease a little to much and he’s like begging, stuff like that and completely forgot he used to be a top.

Ooooo we are having a lot of smut lately! These Anons know their stuff and i’m here for it! Thank you for requesting! Also, I have a crap tom of requests and I just love you guys! So please be patient with me, I’m going in order with which requests I got first!

Larry being a tease but ends up begging !

TW:Edging, teasing, dirty talk, begging, degradation.

Now we all know how Larry can be during these intimate times with you and you will forever suffer with it. Larry loves to get under your skin with his sharp tongue that always has something to say right back. Tell him to lay on his stomach? Backtalk. Tell him to shut up? Backtalk. Telling him to do anything that you ask of him is immediate backtalk in response. Patience is key they say…that’s complete bullshit.

It’s like fighting with a kid in a grocery store! He always has something to say back no matter what it is. God forbid him to not listen or care about what you say. He hardly even listens to you when you two are not being intimate! Hardheaded I tell you…

You may have a lot of patience but when you start to lose that you can get pretty cruel. When he goes low you go LOW-ER.

You have your own special little way in controlling this foolishly bratty behavior of his. What is it you may ask? Edging. It’s your own form of teasing. I promise, it’s REALLY effective!

Stop stroking his dick right when he’s about to cum? Music to your ears as he whines and complains. Make him wait for many minutes before giving him the true pleasure? It’s a funny and enjoyable sight to see! But this is only the beginning of your teasing! Talk dirty to him, call him mean names, tell him that he’s disgusting for getting off to your degradation and dirty talking, make him feel humiliated that he came because of it! Have fun with it and roll with it! If you want to make him nothing into putty then your gonna have to be mean once in awhile. You can’t always allow him to get the upper hand, cause that’ll be spoiling him! We don’t deal with spoiled brats in bed.

Poke fun at him for cumming untouched. Laugh at him.

Sure enough, he’ll be all yours. He will basically be a submissive little thing just for you. He has to realize the hard truth; he can’t always have the upper hand. He needs to learn that he has to be good for you when you want him to be. Point, blank, period! If you say that cats are dogs and dogs are cats, he needs to agree with you. No backtalk, no if’s, no but’s, no what the fuck’s, no nothing! Just a nod will do. It’s the strict and hard reality to face in his world but that’s what we do around here, we grow up and fav the reality of our lives and situations that we are in. He needs to learn that too! Again, we dont take spoiled brats in bed, take notes. Keep in mind that this won’t be a one time thing, so you’re gonna have to straighten your own self up and knock down whatever “Dominance” Larry has under his sleeves when you want too. Take careful and clean notes—you don’t always get what you want, you must earn it.

#larry johnson drabbles #larry johnson x y/n #larry johnson fluff #sally face #sally face imagine #sally face drabbles #sally face fluff #larry johnson x you #larry johnson imagines #larry johnson smut #larry johnson x reader #larry johnson

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faebaex · 2 years

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Eye of the Storm III

author note: our favourite himbo dragon fae is back＼(≧▽≦)／now this is instalment is a bit self indulgent, as I’ve been really been struggling with university lately. Special shout out to everyone on the academic pathway, we got this!! I’ve also wanted a chance to explore that one line Lilia says about how time flows differently for fae, and this gave me the perfect excuse!

Please note that this is a female character.

characters: Malleus Draconia x F!Fae Reader

warnings: angst, academic anxiety

“I would hardly call this a ‘neutral location’ Lilia!”

Here you were, whisper yelling after the man who seemed to be the cause of most of your issues lately. Said man seemed to be absolutely beside himself with glee, barely acknowledging your clear frustration with him, “whatever do you mean, dear F/N?” Lilia didn’t even shorten his step to respond to you, continuing to glide down the corridor of the College’s main building.

You cursed internally as you picked up your pace to keep up with him. You had a feeling he was doing it on purpose, he had been conveniently avoiding all of your questions since you had enrolled at Night Raven College, citing ‘back to school’ activities that he needed to get in order. Hence why you were now practically chasing him through the main building.

“What do I mean? The dorm is modelled after the castle in Briar Valley! Malleus basically controls the dorm! What part of that is neutral?!” Lilia skidded to a halt at your frustrated words, and you almost walked straight into the back of him. This new, diminutive form he was partial to during his time on campus was definitely taking some time to get used to. Whilst you were only a little bit taller than him, he still radiated an aura that made it seem like he was ten feet taller than you, especially when he flashed that smile that had a hint of condescension in it. Like he was right now.

“Oh you noticed? I wasn’t sure you would, all things considered. Isn’t it reassuring? A source of familiarity in an unknown place?” Lilia flashed his signature fanged grin your way and you responded with an open glare.

“Why would that make me feel reassured? I’ve basically been transferred from one foreign castle to another!”

“Don’t be like that, dear. You have the whole of the college to explore your relationship with Malleus, you needn’t be worried about being simply confined to the dorm.”

You knew you shouldn’t have trusted this fae. Lilia was always a step ahead. He had manufactured a situation where you felt you were getting some freedom from this bizarre situation whilst simultaneously still making it so they ultimately had the upper hand. Lilia could see the grievance still clear on your expression, so he continued,

“besides, this college is an excellent opportunity for you, F/N. It would do you well to expand your horizons of the world outside of the Sombre Wilds.” You opened your mouth to protest, but Lilia raised a finger to stop you. A habit of his when it came to you. “Not just for yourself, but imagine the wealth of experience you could take back to the Sombre Wilds if you choose to graduate? Even if you choose not to, even a year’s worth of experience at this college would be of great benefit to you and the Sombre Wilds.”

Lilia placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it a good natured squeeze, his smile free of any of its previous condescension, “stop worrying yourself so much with your current situation with Malleus, and focus on yourself. In the end, what will happen, will happen. Don’t squander a promising opportunity over fears of the unknown.”

You hated to think it, but Lilia did have a point. You’d never thought of it like that, how you could use this experience to bring benefit back to your home. You continued to ponder this, only for your thoughts to be cut into by Lilia.

“Speaking of focusing on yourself, you better get a move on, otherwise you’ll be late to class.” You snapped out of your thoughts to catch Lilia gliding away down the corridor, giving you his signature fanged smile.

Ack! You’d forgotten it was lunch! What class did you even have? Where did you go? Before you could even ask, Lilia had already vanished!

You had made it to class just in time. You’d never thought that the endlessly loud shouting of Malleus’ lime green bodyguard would ever come in handy, but hearing him bellowing for you through the campus’ main building had helped you locate him rather easily, for him to usher you to your shared class. You noticed when he wasn’t attempting to be stuck to Malleus’ hip, he’d be stuck to yours by proxy. Whilst he definitely seemed wary of you, he never directed the disdain he launched at most of the school population at you.

Your first few weeks worth of classes were miserable. It felt like everything was an obstacle in your way. By far the biggest was time. For fae, time is inconsequential, whereas for humans it is fleeting. You could barely keep up with your new fast paced lifestyle. If it wasn’t for Sebek herding you from one class to another, you were sure you’d have missed most of them.

Next was the classes themselves. Whilst you managed to hold your own in the more physical and practical magic side of the curriculum, you found yourself quickly falling behind on the more academic side. Assignments were starting to pile up, assigned readings were getting longer and longer and yet you felt you didn’t understand the content you had learned in the first week.

By the end of the week, a lump had formed in your throat that you couldn’t budge. You were hit with a fresh batch of assignments and books to read, and you were overwhelmed. You grit your teeth until your jaw ached to distract yourself from the tell tale burning sensation at your eyes. You wanted to lie to yourself and say it was from the lack of sleep from nights spent trying to catch up, but you knew it wasn’t just that.

You thought your day couldn’t get any worse as you stumbled through the dorm on your way back to your room, your arms piled high with books and notes. But luck was not in your favour, as you collided with a hard surface as you turned down the corridor, sending you and the contents in your arms tumbling to the floor.

You sat on the floor, looking at the scattered pages of your notes in defeat. If the ground could swallow you up right now and let you disappear, that would be ideal. What had you even walked into? Was there a door there that you had forgotten? Before you could even venture a glance, a gloved hand came into your view. Your eyes followed up the arm of the offered palm, and locked onto concerned green ones.

Malleus.

“Are you alright? I hope I haven’t injured you.” Malleus asked, his voice soft, his concern for you clear as day. You continued to stare dumbly. With how overwhelmed you had been feeling these past few weeks, your situation with Malleus has slipped your mind. This was likely helped by the fact that you hadn’t really seen him since you had arrived, as you shared no classes, but it didn’t explain why you didn’t see him around the dorm. But you had no time to think about that.

Malleus was starting to look a little dejected as you just stared blankly at his offered hand. But really, Malleus had no idea what he had invoked. The simple act of him asking you if you were alright was the final straw, and had your lip wobbling, tears streaming before you even realised. Malleus retracted his hand as if it had been stung, and a look of panic spread across his face.

Sobs started to bubble out of your chest before you could stop them, and you pressed a hand to your cheek in a failed attempt to brush away your tears. “I-i’m sorry... I-i...” you tried to choke out through your tears. Your voice snapped Malleus out of his frozen panic, and he was beside you in an instant. His hands hovered, wanting to touch, to help, but awkward and unsure of where to put them. “No, no, there is no need for you to apologise. Tell me where it hurts and I will make it better--”

“I-i hate it here, Malleus!” You all but wailed, the wave of emotion that have built up in you over these past few weeks finally bursting free, “I never know the time, everything is so quick, and I feel like the only one who never knows what is happening! What is wrong with me?” Your voice cracked towards the end of your tearful rant, and you buried your face in your hands in despair.

It was silent, other than your muffled sobbing into your hands. You hadn’t realised that Malleus had even moved until you felt an arm hook underneath your knees and suddenly you were lifted from the ground and cradled in warmth. You startled at the action, but you didn’t have the time to protest as you suddenly felt magic bloom around you, and you were teleported.

Before you knew it, you were in a room you weren’t familiar with. Malleus strode with purpose across the room, and soon he sat upon the bed, situating you sideways across his lap. Your protests were silenced again when fingers gently gripped your chin and tilted your face upwards, meeting emerald eyes again. Malleus’ expression was serious as he studied your face as you sniffled, taking in the growing circles beneath your eyes and your paler complexion.

“You haven’t been sleeping.” He stated neutrally, his eyes sliding up to meet yours, “have you been taking your meals? When was the last time you ate?” You shrank under his gaze, and his serious expression softened. His hand released your chin to cup at your cheek instead, thumb swiping at the tears that still fell down your cheeks.

“I... Um... I-i think I had something for lunch yesterday but... Time, I-i’m not very good at it and...” You felt your lip begin to shake again as a fresh onslaught of tears blurred your vision, feeling embarrassed at your own inability to master such a simple concept as time. Seeing you becoming agitated again, Malleus shushed you softly, his thumb swiping soothingly across the plane of your cheek.

“Don’t fret. Time is not something fae worry themselves over. It is understandable that you would be confused in a human dominated environment, where time is of the essence.” Malleus spoke softly, before waving his free hand to conjure a small bowl of fruit, "but you mustn't become distracted from your meals. Here," he offers you the bowl, but you ignore it.

"B-but it's not just one problem!" You cried, unable to shake your grief despite his comfort, "the classes, the assignments, i-i hardly understand them. Most of this I've never heard of before and--" You were cut off be a plump grape being pressed to your lips, blinking your tears back to see Malleus gazing down at you fondly.

"One problem at a time," he stated, "we'll deal with this together, one at a time. But first, we focus on your health. So eat." He pressed the grape to your lips with emphasis at his words, until you relented and let it slip into your mouth, despite mumbled complaints.

Malleus dutifully fed you each piece of fruit from the bowl, and if you hadn't been so caught up with your own misery, you'd have noticed how content he looked as he did so, and the flicker of disappointment over his features when the bowl ran empty. With a flick of his wrist, the bowl he conjured disappeared, and he was shifting you off of his lap to lay upon the bed.

"Sleep." He ordered, and although soft in delivery, he was giving you no room to argue. Despite that, you still tried, "but my assignments! I need to--"

"Sleep. You need to sleep." Malleus reached out a hand and stroked it along your hair, nails gently scratching down your scalp and running down through the length. Your eyes already began to droop at the pleasant sensation, and he continued the motion in an effort to lull you away to sleep.

Fighting the pull to sleep was futile, try as you might to blink or shake your head, exhaustion quickly coming to claim you. "Why are you being so nice to me?" You mumbled drowsily, and Malleus hummed softly in acknowledgement of your question. His hand left your hair, travelling down your shoulder to take your hand.

"Why would I not be? You are my beloved." He answered, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it. He waited for your response, but received nothing, for you'd already slipped away into slumber. Malleus smiled tenderly, gently placing your hand back by your side, soon tucking a blanket over your slumbering form. How beautiful you looked, and how he longed to hold you, just like before. But he could wait.

He could always wait for you.

A short, sharp rapt on the door sounded before the door swung open without pause, Lilia wandering in with a pile of books and papers floating beside him.

"Malleus, funnily enough I've found F/N's school materials littered along the corridor. You've been pining for a reason to approach her, why don't you give them back and-- Oh." Lilia's eyes landed on you, still sleeping soundly in Malleus' bed. His ruby eyes travelled over to Malleus, situated in the chair at his desk, an intrigued smile growing across his lips.

"What do we have here? This is a scene I can remember. Your courting went well so soon? Am I alright to approach, or will you growl at me again?" Lilia teased, only receiving a deadpan glare from Malleus in response.

Lilia walked towards Malleus, the books magically depositing on the desk while Malleus grabbed the papers out of the air, surveying them. "Has something happened?" Lilia asked, his head tilted in curiosity as he looked between you both.

Malleus only hummed as he began sorting your assignments into some sort of order. "F/N has been wronged by this college and it's human practices." Malleus stated with disdain and Lilia quirked an inquisitive brow at his charge's words.

"How so?"

"She is unused to the fleeting lives of the children of men and their desire to race time. It has left her feeling unworthy." Malleus responded, fetching his pen from his uniform pocket and beginning to write.

"Ahh of course, I should have realised that would be an issue. F/N has never really left the Wilds, after all." Lilia sighed, feeling a pinch of guilt over his own negligence. But a small smile soon returned to his features, "what do you plan to do about it?"

"I shall complete these assignments, and then I'll have a word with that crow." Malleus huffed, his pen gliding across the paper with purpose. Lilia frowned slightly, and leaned against the desk, "you can't do F/N's assignments for her, Malleus."

"I can do whatever I want for my beloved." Malleus retorted petulantly, not looking at Lilia but beginning to glare at the paper. Lilia's lips quirked upward in amusement at Malleus' obvious defensiveness. Ah, young love. Who was he to dampen the flames?

"Well," Lilia began, a mischievous gleam in his eye as he leaned towards Malleus, "this is a grand opportunity, why don't you..." Lilia began to whisper conspiratorially into Malleus' ears, whose glare slowly melted away into a look of contemplation...

Taglist: @justreadings, @justgiulia @yuistan @1arminsimp

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #malleus draconia #twst malleus #malleus x y/n #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x y/n #twst x reader #twst x y/n #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fic

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umi-adxhira · 10 months

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So Ikevil MC seems to be brave at times but she’s pretty demure

so can I request a more sassy, fiery, feisty, take no shit MC?

Spacific lay with our favorite foul mouthed man Jude (my fav 😍)

The others if you want but not required only if your in the mood to write them

I’m thinking maybe when she’s first getting to know them and Jude is being his normal foul mouthed rude self and MC Is basically just “oh hell no I’m a put this man in his place”

I imagine this type of mc x Jude down the line would wind up turning into a sort of enemies to lovers type tho g 😂 (ofc my fav trope)

Thanks!

𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐀 | 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ᴊᴜᴅᴇ ᴊᴀᴢᴢᴀ

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: We love a sassy MC putting a foul-mouthed man in his place. Also, enemies to lovers is my favourite trope, and Jude is my favourite character in the game, so this is perfect. Uses she/her pronouns but could also be gender-neutral

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

"Quit your yappin' already. You don't want to see me mad,"

"Oh, I definitely wish to see the 'foul-mouthed', 'evil' Mister Jude get mad. It will certainly be entertaining to see a child throw a tantrum for his favourite toy," You mock teasingly, causing an irk to rise from Jude's forehead.

Ellis intervenes, hopefully before his contractor decides to put a hole in your head, "Should we get going, Mister Jude? We need to leave now so we can get to the company on time for the meeting,"

"..." Jude pauses for a moment before ultimately letting out a sigh, "Fine, let's get this shit over with. I had enough to deal with today, I'm already in a foul mood because of this ugly, scrawny dimwit,"

"I'm not a mirror, Mister Jude," You retort with a giggle, catching the way his features tensed up for a second before maintaining his cool.

This was always a thing between you and Jude. You'd like to say he started it by being the Emperor Ass that he is, but you have to admit you caused this situation to rise a little bit.

From talking back to him to openly defending Victor in the petty squabbles those two have, no matter how much in the wrong Victor is, but you digress.

You could say you were enemies. Everyone would notice the tension build up when both of you are in the same room together, but despite this, you admired his ability to take control of the room with ease, especially in a well-known trading company. But you'd never admit that.

But there was one incident you would never be able to forget...

"I'm not interested. Please leave," You were waiting for Harrison in a pub as this was the place he usually be at around this time. He did mention that he may be a few minutes late, which wasn't a problem. Well, until that drunkard tried to score you.

The man wasn't having it, grabbing your arm and pulling you off your seat. "Aaah, come on! I can show you a good time~ I'm sure whatever man you're with now can't pleasure you the way I can!"

You tried to pull your arm away from his grip, grunting as he cackles at your failed attempt. Apparently, being drunk gave him super strength.

You look around desperately at the other people at the bar as a desperate plea for help, to which they all avoided their eyes. Well, you certainly aren't going to be coming to this pub in the future.

He drags you out of the pub, and his sloppy movements cause you to lug around poorly, sometimes tripping on your own feet. You pray to find Harrison walking to the pub, but alas, he was later than usual.

The drunkard continues on, throwing you against the wall of an abandoned alleyway, holding you in place with his foot pressed up against your stomach.

The sudden impact made you yell in pain, toppling over if it wasn't for his leg in the way. "Stop being so loud... do I have to teach you to be obedient?"

"Maybe when you fixed that rugged look of yours and get a decent life, maybe then you can think that you can control me, you utter idiot,"

"You..." He mutters, teeth gritted as he kicks your stomach again, harder than the last time. "You're just like your boyfriend, huh. A foul-mouthed rat who should be better on the streets,"

"What... boyfriend...?" You try and muster the courage to ask.

The drunkard was irked at your question, "That bitch of the trading company. Seeing his girlfriend suffer like this will make him pay... maybe I should kill you for revenge!"

So he hurt you because he thought you were associated with Jude, huh? Maybe you shouldn't go near him anymore if you even survive.

Suddenly, the man was on the floor unconsious, leaving you free. Before you could land on the floor, strong arms held you up. "Mister Jude, she’s injured,"

"She’s fine," Jude dismisses almost immediately, watching you with a small glimmer of pity as he sees you clutch your stomach in pain. "Give her to me," He orders, practically pulling you towards him to be carried.

Ellis stands up from his crouched position, "Are you sure?" He does not answer, simply walking away from each passing second, not realising the soft breaths coming from your sleeping form.

You woke up the next day, Roger said you were fine but advised you to stay in bed for, the next few says until you feel 100% better for you to walk around with no abdominal pain.

Harrison apologised for leaving you alone in a pub, hoping to make it up to you. Ellis visits you every day, asking you the same question, "Are you okay?" before making small talk and leaving.

Today, you finally decided to ask why he asked you the same question, to which he replied: "Mister Jude ordered me to check in every day to see if you were alright. I think he felt bad because you got hurt because of him,"

"Oh..."

"He's in his room right now. I can take you there if it makes you happy,"

"Thank you, Ellis,"

With a knock on his door, you enter, not bothering to wait for his response. After all, you would have come in even if he said no.

His eyes look uo to find yours, in a small shock. His expression immediately turns back to his normal, grumpy façade. "What do you want?"

"You know, if you wanted to know how I was doing, you could have just come to me yourself,"

He turns away, mindlessly sorting through papers scattered on his bed. "I wasn't worried. If you died, I would not hear the end of it from the Queen. Besides, yer fine. You were just on bed rest because Mother Roger wouldn't stoo yappin'"

"But why bother asking Ellis to ask me how I'm doing if you knew I was alright?" You close the door behind you, making your way to his bed, sitting down on the edge of it.

Jude pauses for a moment, trying to come up with a structured answer, which would make you go asay the fastest, "Because I was worried for yer stupid ass. That fatass won't hurt you again, I've made sure of it. So don't worry about shit, alright?"

You giggle at his tsundere side, leaning over to gove him a wick peck on the cheek. "Well, thanks for saving me, back there. Who knows what would have happened," You stand up from your seat, making you way to the door, noticing how Jude's face flushed a bright pink. "See ya around, Mister Jude~"

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikevil fic #ikevil jude #jude jazza #ikevil jude x reader #ikevil ellis #ellis twilight

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Love Will Never Do Without You

AN: all the Urban fluff for my Urban babies 😘😘

Synopsis: You and your boyfriend Urban have always been complete opposites. It starts to get to you when you notice people saying how he can do so much better but he reassures you that you are the only one for him.

Pairing: Urban Wyatt x reader

Please do not repost my content anywhere

They said it wouldn’t last, we had to prove them wrong

Cause I’ve learned in the past that love would never do without you

You remember the first day that the two of you first crossed paths.

It was the first week of school and you had just started your freshman year.

In a new city and you knew absolutely no one.

You hated being the new kid and it happened often seeing as you were a military brat, but your mom promised you that this would be the last time you all moved for awhile.

You weren’t holding your breath.

That’s what she said the last time.

You had pushed your glasses up onto your face in order to get a better look at your schedule to see what class you had next when you suddenly felt someone beside you.

"Hey, you need some help?"

You glanced up to see a cute guy with ocean blue eyes staring down at you and you could do nothing but smile.

You were only 5′1 on a good day, so you had to look up to see him better.

"Um, yeah. I'm not quite sure where my next class is."

You slightly blushed and played with your ponytail.

This was probably the longest that you had ever talked to a guy, especially one this cute.

You handed him your schedule so he could get a better look at it.

"I'm Y/N by the way."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl. I'm Urban."

You two have been attached at the hip since.

When you saw one, you saw the other and vice versa.

And don't let us forget the matching outfits.

But all in all, people didn't quite understand why Urban was with you.

The two of you were complete opposites.

You didn’t have the same group of friends or run within the same circles.

You liked to read, were into science and learning about space, and was a homebody.

You had your two close friends that you met since you moved to Louisville, Luna ( @sinsandsuccubus ) and Blanca ( @hoodharlow ) who were outgoing while you were the mom of the group, which you were completely okay with.

Basically you were a good girl who kept herself out of trouble.

Urban however was a bit different.

Everyone knew who he was and if a party was supposed to be happening, it was already known that Urban would be there right along with his friends.

Urban drank, smoke, and went out every weekend.

Truth be told, you honestly didn’t know how he was passing his classes since you had never seen him study a day in his life when you two were in high school.

This man had never gotten below a B.

But, you didn’t mind him being an extrovert.

When Urban was with you, you saw a different side of him.

That different side was reserved for you.

He made you feel as if you were the only girl in the world and you welcomed it.

Everything started to become a little different when Jack was getting more recognition and since Urban was his right hand, anywhere Jack went Urban did too.

Urban had kept you hidden for awhile knowing that you were an introvert and liked to keep to yourself.

You had just gotten your anxiety under control.

That all changed when you had accidentally walked into the background of his instagram live without knowing that the fans had been asking for him to reveal who you were.

They got their wish.

You had a panic attack that night that consisted Urban trying to reassure you that it was okay and that whatever happened beyond that point that he would protect you to the best of his ability.

You thought that there was no use in hiding now.

Because of your love of fashion (I mean just look at the inspiration of your boyfriend), you had a boutique in Louisville where you sold clothes and jewelry that you hand made yourself. Because of all of the time and effort you had put into your craft, Jack went to you for fashion advice and to help him put together different looks.

There were plenty of red carpet events that he had gone to that you had styled him and made it by hand.

Every few weeks you would go and visit Urban wherever he was in the world with Jack to give yourself a break from the demand of your everyday life.

Jack would always text you when Urban was in a mood and you immediately knew he missed you so you made it a priority to FaceTime him anytime that happened and visit if you could.

His friends always teased him and would call him whipped.

And he was.

That man could talk about you for hours to anyone who would listen.

You were currently in Atlanta with Urban and you were sipping your orange juice as you were scrolling through social media while sitting at the island in the kitchen when you came across this comment

urbanswifey99: why in the world is he with someone like her? they are complete opposites and he could do so much better

urbanandjack24: the way that people were describing her, I thought she would be prettier

simpforurban: I can’t wait until he realizes his worth and drops her

Tears had began to prick your eyes as you continued to scroll and the hate comments were starting to get worse.

You typically made posts on your personal instagram as well as the one for your boutique and left it at that. You typically never looked at the comments that people were leaving under them.

You wish you had kept scrolling.

You heard Urban’s footsteps and quickly wiped your tears away as he came over and hugged you from behind and kissing your temple.

“Good morning my pretty girl.”

“Morning.” You mumbled and Urban grabbed your chin so he could turn you around to look at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong. Just a little tired.”

“I mean, I did have you screaming for awhile last night but, somethings off. I know my girl.”

“Baby, I’m fine. I promise.”

“Y/N, don’t lie to me. I’ve known you for ten years. You don’t think I know you like the back of my hand by now?”

“Can we go shopping today at that fabric store? I have some new designs that I want to work on.”

“Stop changing the subject.”

“Urbannnn, I’m fine. So, can we go?”

“I’ll get it out of you later, but yeah. Go get ready. And give me a kiss for stressing me out.”

“Boy, bye. No one is stressing you out.”

“You are because I don’t like when my baby is upset and not telling me what’s wrong so I can fix it.”

“I promise I am fine.” you replied while kissing him.

“I need another one.” you rolled your eyes but fulfilled his request and you wrapped your arms around him.

“I’ve been working on something for Jack and for you. I can’t wait for you to see it.”

---

You had an amazing day out with your boyfriend, but you couldn’t wait to get back home to be in your own element and have it be just the two of you without anyone around.

You just knew Urban was going to bring up the conversation that the two of you had earlier and you were trying to avoid it at all costs.

Quickly getting out of the shower and getting yourself comfortable, you slid under the covers and attempted to act as if you were sleep.

Urban wasn’t buying it one bit.

“Baby, I know your ass isn’t sleep. We didn’t finish our conversation so turn around and face me.”

Fuck.

You turned around to face him and started to play with his hair.

“What conversation Urby?”

“Nuh uh, we not doing that. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I promise you that I’m good. Just a little sad that I’m leaving tomorrow and I won’t see you for a few weeks.”

Well, that was half true.

“Well, why didn’t you tell me that earlier pretty girl?”

You simply shrugged.

“I don’t know, I just... I don’t like to think about missing you 24 hours from now when you’re right here in front of me.”

“That’s fair, but you know we’re always honest with each other and that’s not about to change.”

“I know. I just love you so much and hate being away from you.”

“I love you more and everyone knows when I’m missing you because apparently I get into a mood.”

“You definitely do. Jack and Neelam told me.”

Urban rolled his eyes and brought you closer to him.

“As long as nothing else is bothering you...”

“Nothing, baby.”

“Good, now let me love up on my girl. Just... I gotta keep you quiet because Jack heard a little too much last night.”

You instantly turned red and hid your face into his chest.

“But, I mean I give it to you so well that you can’t help it. So, he’ll get over it.”

You were now back home in Louisville and trying not to have a breakdown with your best friends in the living room of your condo.

“Lunaaa, I just... we are so different.”

“And? He loves you and that’s all that matters.”

Blanca was bringing you your favorite candy and simply sat next to you on the left while Luna was already on your right.

“You two have been together for ten years. If Urban didn’t want to be with you, he wouldn’t be. He gets to travel with Jack and can you imagine how many girls throw themselves at him?”

“Not helping, Blanca.”

“What? I’m being honest.”

“Girl, he is obsessed with you and I don’t think that is going to change anytime soon. Fuck those people who think otherwise.”

“We are all literally just waiting for the wedding invite.”

“Purple is your favorite color so you can have that be the color of our bridesmaid dresses. Oh, and I mean I know you’re not wearing white. You can’t be with someone as cute as Urban for ten years and still be a virgin. So are we thinking off white?”

“Blanca!”

“What? What I say?”

“What if we grow apart?”

“And why would that happen? He literally flies you out to anywhere he is in the world at any given time. Grow apart where?”

“Well....”

“You’re thinking too much into this. Have you even told him how this is bothering you?”

“No...”

“You have to, otherwise how are you supposed to fix this? It’s going to be hanging over your head until you say something.”

“I’ll bring it up the next time we talk.”

You looked down to see your phone vibrating on the coffee table to see that it was Urban calling you on Facetime.

“Well, look at that. Go talk to your husband.”

“He’s not my husband.”

“Not yet anyway.”

You went up to your room to have a little bit of privacy even though you knew that Blanca and Luna would be listening outside the door like the nosey best friends they were.

One thing that warmed your heart was how much they liked Urban and they saw how happy he made you.

“Babeeee.”

“Hey handsome.”

“What’s going on?”

“I.. I need to tell you something.”

“What’s wrong baby? You’re not pregnant are you?”

“No, at least I don’t think so. And why in the world is that the first thing you think of?”

“I mean I wouldn’t have been surprised because that last round..”

“Urby, no.”

“Then, what’s wrong? I knew you were holding back from telling me something. I know you better than you know yourself.”

“I didn’t want to tell you but I just came across some comments from people on instagram and....”

“Baby, I told you not to look at that shit.”

“I know but...”

“You shouldn’t care what people say about us because we know that this shit is real. It’s been real for ten fucking years and I’ll be damned if I let someone mess this shit up. I’m not losing my girl over someone not knowing when to shut the fuck up and mind their own business.”

“It just hurts sometimes to see people saying that I’m not good enough for you and they can’t wait until you move on to someone better,” you muttered that last part and was trying to keep your eyes from watering.

“They don’t know a got damn thing. What we have no one can break unless we let them. You’re the only one for me. You got it?”

“I got it.”

“I know you just left me yesterday, but I’ll see you in a few hours. I love you pretty girl and don’t you ever forget that.”

“I love you more.”

Once you hung up with Urban there was nothing but a smile on your face.

He was completely right.

There was no way in the world that you would let ten years of a relationship go down the drain all because of what someone said on the internet.

And someone you didn’t even know at that?

You knew neither you or Urban was about to let that happen.

You sat for a few minutes before getting up to go and open the door. Once you did both Luna and Blanca tumbled into the room and all you could do was shake your head.

“You two are nosey as all hell.”

“We’re your best friends, what did you expect? We’ve been like this since you met us when we were 14.”

“Anyway, that sounded like it went well. That man is a simp for you.”

“It did. Didn’t think I would be able to love him more than I already did, but...”

“You should have told him sooner, but the important thing is that he knows now and you know that he can’t live without you.”

“So, I’m just going to come out and say what we’re all thinking. When’s the wedding?”

“Blanca!”

“You know what? Never mind. I’ll just talk to Urban and have everything planned and ready to go when yall get ready. I’m doing a one stop shop situation.”

“I don’t even want to know what that means. What am I going to do with you?” You asked her while shaking your head and laughing at the same time.

“Not a damn thing because you love me.”

“Well, if Blanca is planning the wedding, I might as well get in on it too.”

“Yall, we literally have plenty of time.”

“Nope. Don’t care. Now, I was serious with what I said earlier. Are we doing off white for your dress?”

“Yall two are really not letting this go are yall?”

The both of them looked at each other before looking back at you.

“Nope!”

Just then your phone lit up notifying you of a text from Urban.

"It has to be him with the way you smiling right now."

"Shut up."

"Simppppp."

Smush- be prepared to get your ass dealt with for lying to me when I get there. don’t you ever let anyone get it in your head that I don’t love you. we doin this forever

You- and I wouldn’t have it any other way. now hurry up and get here so I can get cuddles.

Smush- you’ll get cuddles after I deal with your ass properly. should be there by 9.

You- I gotta make sure Luna and Blanca are gone by then

Smush- shit even if they not, it’s not going to stop me

You- you are a hot ass mess 😭

Smush- only for you my pretty girl. I love you and see you soon.

You- I love you smush 💕

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