#he’s in so deep he can’t even dig himself out anymore that’s why he wants Daniel’s help I’m gonna THROW UPPPP
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pt1/ 𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓉
Konig Cod x Reader
/military, cursing, flirting, anxiety, guns/
The gif is not mine.
Please don’t copy my story!
English is not my first language 😭
Your fingertips were digging into the counter you were leaning at, and the gun shop you were working at was empty and it was pretty late, almost midnight.
You were bored you didn’t know what to do because your shift ends in fucking two hours so the only thing that you could do was waiting for your shift to end and hoping no other customer will come in the gun shop because you barely have the nerve to deal with anyone today anymore.
You were tired and the only thing you wanted to do right now is laying in your bed and take a nice nap.
Meanwhile Konig discussed with his team members Ghost, Keegan, soap and Horangi who goes into the Gun Shop to buy new Attachments for their weapons. Ghost groaned annoyed.
“Konig you should go in, i mean you need to fix your social skills..so go in” Konigs eyes widened and he couldn’t believe this. Him? He? He should go in and take the order? Oh jesus. Everyone agreed so, no turning back.
With shaky legs, he walked to the door from the gun shop and opened it with shaky hands. When he opened the door a quite ring was to hear. He stepped into the shop and his blue eyes met yours. A woman ?! Oh how bad!! And then even a good looking woman no no no no! He was freaking out.
As soon as the door got pulled open your eyes immediately flinched to the door. Blue eyes met yours, a bit hidden behind a mask. Like the other costumers a Military men.
You stood back more firmly and cleared your throat, somehow you felt nervous. You never felt that way. You always were firm and confident. But as soon as you looked into this blue eyes, you felt small.
God he was tall, really fucking tall. This men barely fit through the door. Damn..
He walked closer to the counter and you had to look up at him. His smell spread quickly in the small shop where you working at. He gulped and started to speak first.
“Hello..uhh..i..i need something..no not something i need a few attachments for my weapons..” God he felt like a fool, he never felt that nervous before. Yes of course he has anxiety issues but he always could talk with other people.
You smiled a bit amused, you instantly knew that he was nervous and felt uncomfortable.
“Yes i thought thats the reason why you are here..so…for what weapons you need the attachments?” You asked soft and kind.
He liked your voice, you sounded cute and he could definitely listen to your voice a long time. He took a deep breath. Don’t mess this up now konig! He thought to himself, he can’t fuck this up. Not when you look so pretty and beautiful.
“Uh i have the names from anything i need here on this list…” He spoke a bit more confident. It’s a bit easier for him knowing he is alone with you in this shop.
You took the list and nodded your head. You looked at the stuff he needed.
“Hm well we have everything here, lucky you heh?” You said kind and you gave him a soft smile. You put the list back on the counter and grabbed for all the stuff he needed.
“For what base you are working sir?” You asked and he crossed his arms.
“Uh well for the Task Force 141” He answered qick. You liked how calm his voice was. And you can hear a accent out of his voice. So he isn’t American?
You nodded your head and put some of the stuff on the counter.
“There you go, think thats everything you need!” He looked at the items and you took it as a chance to look at him again. He was focused on the stuff. You looked at his arms, jesus his muscles flexed through his military camouflage shirt.
“Yeah that should be everything…” He mumbled and you smiled.
“Great, im gonna put everything in a…big bag?” You asked him and his eyes met yours again. You gulped. He was good looking, even when you couldn’t see his face, you just knew he was.
He couldn’t tell what it was, he enjoyed to look at you. He liked to listen at your cute soft voice. He never felt that way before. And for gods sake that makes him angry, he wants to know what that feeling is.
“Uh yeah..would be perfect..” He spoke while still holding intense eye contact. You nodded your head. He was making you nervous, really nervous.
He watched you pulling out a large bag. You looked tiny in his eyes. Of course you do, he was 6’10 feet tall. He had an amused smile behind his mask. Something inside of him wants to tease you.
Konig would never thought that way about any other woman, he hated love. He never even had sex, yea of course he made out with a few girls but sex? He felt way too scared for that.
You were a stupid girl back then and lost your virginity to your ex boyfriend, he just used you. Since then you never let any other man back into your heart or under your skin.
“The bag sir…” He looked down at your pretty face. You held the bag up for him. He took the bag and you smiled.
“So, does your base take the payment?” You asked him and he had no clue. He felt embarrassed.
“Uh well…” He mumbled embarrassed and you put your hand on your mouth..amused.
“I see you never did that before?” He shaked his head and sighs.
“No…” He saw how you tried not to laugh, and somehow he finds that even more adorable.
“Your base will pay for all of this..don’t worry…” Your voice sounded amused but still kind. He let out a relieved sigh. If he had to pay all this, he would be poor now.
“Ah okay…sorry…” He apologized? Why that? You giggled and put your hands up a bit.
“No need to be sorry. It’s fine really.” Your giggle made him shiver. What was that feeling? He felt attached to you. He thought of you having a boyfriend. Does she?
“So..you need anything more or thats it?” And his mind instantly screamed at him. He wants to ask you for your number. But he was way too nervous. Fuck! Oh how he hates that stupid anxiety!
“No…thats all…thank you” He face palmed himself in his thoughts. Ask her konig! Oh His other teammates would definitely made fun of him, or laugh at him. He was such a fool.
“Alright then..have a good afternoon!” You said and he turned around. You felt a bit sad. You liked him. But you gave yourself a promise to not let anyone in again. But your grandma said you should give love a last try. Just one last chance. And he felt different.
He took a deep breath and his head turned around to look at you again. Have the fucking balls konig! Do it!
“Actually…there is one more thing..” Your eyes filled up with hope.
“What is it?” You asked curiously and he walked back to you.
“Could I…maybe..get your number?” He did it. He just did it. He couldn’t believe himself. And so do you.
You were speechless for a bit. He asked for your number? Should you give it to him?
“I…Sorry I shouldn’t have asked that…” He said and wanted just to run away out of embarrassment.
“I..No..No it’s fine…I wouldn’t…mind giving you my number..” You said and grabbed nervous for your phone.
He couldn’t believe this. He will definitely tell his friends about this.
“You don’t have your phone with you right now..right?” You knew he probably is in duty. And he nodded his head.
You took out a piece of paper and write down your own number. You didn’t knew if you are just getting played at again. But you don’t want to be the naive Woman anymore.
“Here you go…” He took the piece of paper and smiled under his baklava.
“Yeah..Thanks i will write you when i have my phone back” His voice, oh how hot his voice were. You didnt knew when you had those kind of thoughts again, but he just..he just triggers that side in you.
You smiled and nodded your head.
“Alright..have..a good afternoon…sir”
“Konig…”
Konig. His name. It was special, just like his accent.
“Your name?” He got more confident and comfortable.
“Uhh…It’s Venus” You said ashamed and he smiled.
“I need to go now…gonna text you later”
“Yes.. Have a good afternoon…Konig”
“You too…Venus” And after that he left the gun store. And you instantly started to freak out.
Omgomgomg! How could that happen?! Thats crazy! I mean he is crazy! Or am i crazy? Oh my..
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You opened the door from your small apartment and stepped inside. You closed the door behind you and took off your high heels.
You took your Jacket off and put in on the right place. You locked the door and felt something soft at your leg rubbing.
You looked down and saw your sweet little kitten. You smiled wide and kneeled down to pat him.
“Hey JJ…” You said soft and in a sweet tone. Your Kitten purred and you giggled.
“Someone’s hungry hm?” You stood back up and walked to your kitchen and gave your Kitten something to eat and something to drink. After that you walked to your bed and just took your clothes off, except your panties. Your nightdress layed on your bed and you put it on.
You turned on some Leds and the big light you turned off. Time for your Comfortable big bed you dreamed about at work.
You let yourself fall down onto the bed and crawled on it. You took the blanked and covered your body. And then you remembered when your phone made a noice. Konig. Your hands grabbed instantly for your phone and you saw an unknown number.
“Hey, it’s me Konig, sorry it’s a bit late now. I wouldn’t wonder if you weren’t awake tho”
You smiled at your screen and unlocked the phone.
Konig smiled when he saw you read his message. He was a bit surprised that you still were awake tho.
“Heyy! No no don’t worry i just got home from work!”
“Really? It’s late, you really work that long?”
And yes He was right. It’s almost 2 Am.
“How did you got home?”
How you got home? You walked. It is risky but your car is broken so you had no other chance.
“Well, my car is broken..so i had to walk”
“You walked?! Alone?!”
“Yeah..”
He couldn’t believe this when he read that you really just walked home all by yourself. He gulped. Now or never.
“I can walk you home tomorrow if you want?”
Your eyes widened and your Jaw dropped. He? What?
“But your work?”
“Its Friday, i don’t work that long on Fridays so all good”
“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”
“Nahh…not really, it’s risky for a woman to be that late all alone”
You smiled again. God he just made you smile that easily??
“Well…Then you can be at my work at 1:30 Am”
He smirked a bit. God he never felt that way before.
“Alright…See you tomorrow at 1:30”
“See you…And sleep well!”
“Yeah you too :)”
You smiled and put your phone away. JJ jumped on the bed and made noises.
“Cuddles?” You whispered and opened your blanket so he could lay next to you.
When JJ layed next to you, you covered him in the blanket as well and layed your hand on him to pet him.
You kissed his head and closed your eyes. You fell asleep to the small noises fron Your kitten. And thinking about konig…..
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THAT WAS THE FIRST PART YALL!!!!
PART TWO WILL COME SOOOON!!!
Thanks for reading!!!🫶🏻
Shoutouts to @no-onespecial and @alltangledupinmywebs for their help! 🥹♥️

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GODDD louis and identity!!!!!! he’s always performing he’s always repressing and vampirism didn’t free him from a damn thing he’s the breadwinner, the favored son, the gentle hand, the kind word, the black sheep, the outcast, the lover, the father, the brother, the mourner, the saint, the vampire with the guilt that weighs him down that pulls him under and makes him beautiful and yes he’s drowning but at least he’ll die human even that creates another layer between himself and the rest of the world and he literally can’t go on like this so. so
#WHO ARE YOU OUTSIDE OF ME#WHO ARE YOU LOUISSSS#I’m gonna DIEEEEEEEEE#he’s in so deep he can’t even dig himself out anymore that’s why he wants Daniel’s help I’m gonna THROW UPPPP#GONNA BE SICKKKKK OVER HIM#CHARACTER OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!!#LOUIS FANS HAVE NEVER DINED SO WELL#louis de pointe du lac#interview with the vampire#iwtv s2#iwtv spoilers#iwtv#m watches iwtv
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Soft Spot Master List
Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader - Ongoing!
a series of oneshots that aren't coherent enough to be an actual book plot wise, but still take place in the same universe.
read on ao3! | playlist | dissection links
Blood Soaked Cotton: Simon Riley finds himself oddly attached to the kind woman who works at the bank he frequents. He tells himself it’s just a friendly connection and nothing more. But the day he walks in and sees the marks, he realizes just how much of a soft spot he’s developed for her.
Smoldering Butterflies: You’ve been haunting Simon Riley for awhile now. Even with the distance, he keeps you in his back pocket.
The Emptiness had Always Been There: You dig the knife in deep. Simon isn’t scared. Why isn’t he scared?
Until You: Simon is the only place that feels like home anymore, and you can’t get enough of him.
Some Other Life: The Ghost himself is haunted. Not just by the past, but by what could have been. But he’s not the only one running.
Death of Me: (three parts)
part 1: Simon returns back from deployment. Normally he comes home carrying nothing but exhaustion, but this time he brings back something that will be the death of him.
part 2: You and Simon attend the military ball, and you finally get to come out of the shadows.
part 3: Simon finally asks you to dance. It ends up being a lot more than you anticipated.
7. Worse than Death: Your holiday with Simon is short and doesn’t go quite as planned. A new member joins the family just in time for another one to leave.
8. Honey and Milk: (two parts)
part 1: After Simon was captured, your entire world was turned upside down. Despite the beatings, Simon handles himself well in the face of the enemy, like a true soldier would. Unfortunately, his captor is a very patient man.
part 2: Task Force 141 is restless without their Ghost, and the moment the red tape is lifted, they travel to speak with Mark Sizov himself. Meanwhile, you're invited to a Halloween dinner by a co-worker, but the idea of anything to do with Halloween leaves you feeling just that - hollow.
9. Everything You Touch: (four parts)
part 1: "You can't hold onto me forever."
part 2: "You knew what would happen."
part 3: "Everything you touch ends up like this, kid."
part 4: "You deserve better."
10. Sun Bleached Flies: (two parts)
part 1: Healing never comes as fast and easy as you want it to, but you try and adjust to your new life as best as you can. The thing is, there is no going back, there is only going forward, no matter how much you wished it was otherwise.
part 2: Maybe things aren't as bad as they seem. Or maybe they're worse. It's difficult to tell when you're still stuck in that basement.
11. Ischemia: Scars have healed, and the sun shines brighter, but something is still eating at Simon.
12. When Your Blood Meets Mine: (three parts)
part 1: something terrifying is writhing underneath your skin
part 2: it's growing
part 3: it's scary
13. Soft Spot: (five parts)
part 1: someone's opening old wounds
part 2: it's hard to clear your mind with so much smoke
part 3: you're so used to the teeth that they don't even hurt anymore
Extras:
non-canon request: bath time (takes place after "everything you touch")
#cod fanfic#mw2 x you#mw2 x reader#ghost x you#simon ghost x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley smut#simon ghost x you
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toji is the baby daddy you hate but fuck anyways.
he’ll drop your child off but sneak his way past the door, acting like he gotta pee.
next thing you know, your panties around your ankle and he’s 7 inches deep in your pussy, how could you let that happen?
you know he’s a bum and can’t do nothing for you but that dick just too good, even you admitted it was dumb.
every single weekend you were bent over the edge of your bed gripping the sheet for dear life and his dick curving grazing your cervix.
his warm breath hitting the back of your neck and his arm wrapping around your waist holding you up.
of course you wanted to get rid of him, so desperately, you couldn’t even get a partner at this rate.
you always said no, but no’s led to flirting and and flirting led to you spread eagle while he’s beating it.
you even had a pregnancy scare… again. you had to get it together, no more, stand your ground, this is about your child.
that’s what you were saying 30 minutes before he was pushing down on your thighs pounding into you.
fuck.
but it felt so good. his fingers digging into your skin leaving marks and sweat beats forming on his forehead slowing dripping down, his strokes moving in a steady rhythm.
his cum and your fluids mixing together as he slid in and out of you, and his cum slowly dripping out of you with every stroke getting sloppier.
don’t you want a partner? someone to love and appreciate you? someone who cares about you and doesn’t use you?
why are you still spreading your legs for him?
those questions crossed your mind every week, you didn’t need him, nor craved him. so why did you cave every time he came?
you couldn’t blame him, you only had you and your disobedient body to blame.
the sex was good but the self reflection was the worst. pouting every time he put on his shirt and walked out the door, yet you did it anyway.
you weren’t a teenager anymore, you were a grown adult with a child, so why act like this?
“this is the last time.” you say, your voice low and unsure.
he smirks stripping off his shirt, his abs poking out in full glory.
“mm alright. whatever you say baby.”
that was three weeks ago and you’re laid out again with him fucking you deep.
who were you kidding. this was going to keep happening until toji himself decided he wanted to stop.
and the way he would be deep in your pussy with cum dripping out, that was no time soon.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jujustsu kaisen x reader#dilf toji#toji x y/n#toji x you#toji smut#jujutsu toji#jjk toji#jujutsu kaisen toji#toji x reader#toji fushiguro
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18+ MDNI| ProHero!Au , Sugar Daddy!Izu, Toxicity, cheating
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You Belong To Me| Izuku Midoriya
“are you even listening to me , izuku ?”
He hums, slowly moving past you to remove his costume. It was a shitty day. A really shitty day. But, tomorrow was his day off so he figured why not spend some time with you. What he didn’t expect was for you to continuously bitch and whine from the time he called you.
Izuku moves towards the bathroom at a languid pace with you hot on his trail—huffing as you pick up his scattered clothes. His only focus was your luxury shower with the overhead rainfall that set him back a pretty penny, but anything for his good girl right ?
“You can’t keep treating me like this , Izuku! Can’t have me locked in just waiting for you to finally respond”.
What else did you have to do? Is what he wanted to say but choosing silence instead as he stepped under the spray. He felt like you were being hysterical and didn’t want to further agitate your current state.
Izuku’s eyes were closed, palms flat against the shower wall as the water cascaded on your back. He wasn’t particularly listening to your rant. At least until you said that this isn’t working for you anymore.
That caught his attention. Because the last time he checked you were living like some fucking Princess in the lap of luxury without a worry in the world. He was your sole provider . Everything you owned came from him and he in turn own you. Who are you to decide what isn’t working ? You can’t even decide what to have for fucking lunch without him writing out your daily schedule in detail.
How could such a pretty little mouth fix itself to say such hurtful things? Stupid things ? There’s no way you could have come up with this yourself. You didn’t have the fucking nerve.
The shower door slid open, suddenly, startling you. Emerald eyes peered out, rooting you in place. He didn’t look like himself. Not the picture perfect pro hero Deku or the impassive izuku. He looked unhinged.
“You giving my pussy away?”
It was meant to be a question but the accusatory tone made it seem otherwise. You immediately stiffened, hands clenched in the hem of your pajama bottoms.
“You— you haven’t been here in months , Izuku!” That was a lie. It’s only been 6 weeks since he’s seen you in person, but he’s sure to text every other day. Even so, that’s still no justification.
“Darling … I asked you a question. Are. You. Giving. My. Pussy. Away?” His voice is clipped, punctuating each word with a pound to the wall making you flinch. Sure he’s lost his temper before but never to this degree.
“I-it isn’t yours … besides you’re married ” you say, looking anywhere but his startling emerald gaze. Izuku sighs, a deep contentious retort to you idiocy and betrayal. He really expected more from you.
Within the blink of an eye your face was pressed against the cool tiles of the shower with your hands gathered behind your back in Izuku’s form grasp. The lace material of your neglige clung to your form under the spray, irritating your pebbling mounds.
Izuku bit into your shoulder harshly followed by a rough swat to the swell of your ass. But quickly followed with a soft kiss and a gentle caress.
“My sweet girl. My sweet dumb girl” he kisses your temple while digging his blunt fingertips into the plushness of your bottom. “Do you think I’m paying for you to think ? Do you think I’m paying for this apartment, the car, the shopping spree’s … for you to think ?” He voices incredulous and with obvious disdain.
A strangled moan leaves you with his second strike. A blooming heat that you’re sure to feel in the days to come. It’s humiliating really, but you can’t deny the throbbing between your legs.
“I’m paying for your whore’s mouth and slutty cunt to be wrapped around my cock whenever I see fit”.
“I’m paying for you to be waiting with open arms for me to return”.
“I’m paying for you to be grateful that the Number 1 hero would even make time for someone weak and quirk-less like you”.
His words, though harsh, grounded you in reality. It was true. Izuku did take care of you. Got you whatever you wanted and needed. Kept you safe. He was hardly mean. Only when you were “bad”. It was silly to get him so riled up.
Shameful tears welled in your eyes.
“m’sorry, izu. jus’ so stupid without you” you whined, turning your face to lock eyes with him. The coldness dissipated almost instantly.
“no, baby. you’re still stupid even with me … but i don’t need you to think. i need you to look pretty and take what i give you. can you still do that for me , honey ? I’d hate to replace you”.
The panic in your eyes when straight to his cock. It was hard to suppress his groans from your desperate pleas.
“okay, sweetheart. calm down” he kisses you, slow and deep. “just show me why i should keep you around, yeah?”. With no hesitation you fell to the floor, knees spread and tongue out. It was so beautiful seeing you like this.
After all, you belong to him.
#♛♚|the king speaks#izuku midoriya#mha izuku#mha deku#deku smut#izuku smut#midoriya smut#midoriya x reader#deku x reader#deku x black!reader#mha x black reader#Midoriya x black reader
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Tag, You’re It | Ethan Landry | Epilogue
Happy, carefree college days meet their abrupt end when every guy who approaches you mysteriously turns up dead.
Warnings: NON-CON, Stalking, Bimbo!Reader, Clueless Reader, Loss of Virginity, Incel Ethan, Cheerleader Reader, Skin Carving (w/knife), Canon Typical Slashing, Voyeurism, Kidnapping, Forced Masturbation, Filming, Blackmail
This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.
𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
"Ethan, you’re tearing me apart. Can you go s-slower, please?" you whimper as Ethan bounces you on his cock, his fingers digging possessive dents into your hips. New bruises have already bloomed over the ones from last time just this morning. It’s one of the things you had no choice but to get used to…the constellation of bruises, scratch marks and love bites Ethan is fond of scattering all over your flesh.
He can’t let a single day go by without leaving evidence that you're his somewhere on your body.
"Can you blame me when you feel so fucking good, princess?" Ethan grunts, resting his head in the valley between your bare breasts. His dick twitches inside you and you gasp, your slick walls reflexively spasming around him. Your nails burrow in the taut muscles of his back, an explosion of both pain and pleasure rushing through your core, terrifyingly indistinguishable from one another.
The pornographic echo of your wet skin slapping against Ethan’s fills the room, his throaty moans mingling with your helpless squeals.
He squeezes your hips and slams you harder onto his length.
Your chest clenches as you feel him graze your sensitive spots.
Ethan’s sweat-dotted forehead creases.
"Shit…I’m gonna come," he rasps, his damp curls brushing your collarbone.
Dread fills the pit of your stomach.
"Not inside Ethan, please."
Despite your desperate plea, Ethan hums out a deep sigh and spills his warm seed inside you. Your gut sinks as you feel his spent flood your cunt. There’s so much of it that it leaks past the ring where his length is buried inside you and stains the sheets.
You bang on his chest, tears welling up in your eyes.
"Ethan!"
Your mouth shudders.
"You said you wouldn't anymore."
A slanted smirk twists his plump lips at your outraged reaction.
He cradles your weeping face, thumbs swiping your tears.
"It's okay. You're on birth control, remember?"
How could you forget? Ethan all but threatened you to take the pills so he could use your body whenever and wherever he feels like.
Your hesitant, trembling voice trickles out.
"Yes but…" You squirm beneath his heated stare. "In sex ed they used to say there's always a risk."
"It won't happen," he assures firmly, his large hand traveling down to your hip to keep you impaled on his cock when you try to move away.
Ethan takes a minute to bask in the sight of himself leaking out of you, the sticky excess trickling along your thighs. His brown eyes darken as he licks his lips.
Worry tickling your stomach, you let your hand brush over his thick mane of curls. You noticed he's nicer when you play along. Ethan leans into your touch, gripping your wrist to kiss the inside of your palm.
Chewing your bottom lip, you mumble, "What if…you used a condom."
Ethan snorts.
"I'm not using a fucking condom." His long fingers trace the swell of your hips, a sigh of pleasure leaving him as your walls flutter around him. Ethan's throat bobs, his voice hoarse with lust as he says, "I want to feel you around me, princess."
"O-Okay."
You deflate. You don't know why you keep trying to reason with Ethan despite the awful truths you've learnt about him. Maybe part of you still hopes the sweet boy you first met is still buried somewhere deep within him, even if he shows you his depraved nature time and time again.
He frames your chin, his hard gaze locking with yours.
"You're forgetting who’s in charge here, princess. You don't make the rules. I do."
Your blood turns to ice. Swallowing your tears, you nod.
"Okay, Ethan. I'm sorry I complained."
As soon as you apologize, a bright smile appears on his face. He bends over you and brushes a soft kiss against your lips.
"It's fine. I forgive you." Ethan’s smile grows as he takes a long look at you. "You're lucky I love you so damn much."
Relief flows through you when he finally exits your core with a groan. It was the third time this morning and you’re beyond sore.
Exhausted, you climb under the sheets and lie on your side. You tense as Ethan pulls your back into his chest, his chin nuzzling the crook of your neck as he breathes you in. His muscular arms circle your waist and it takes everything in you not to shrink, especially as his soft cock rubs against your ass cheeks.
You don’t think you’ll ever get used to this. But what other way is there? Ethan didn’t exactly give you a choice. He made it clear you could either yield to his every desire or watch everyone you care about fall like flies around you.
You can’t have another death on your conscience.
Under the pillow, you feel the buzzing of your phone. You grab it and check the text you just received.
Your heart sinks.
Somehow, it slipped your mind. Maybe because Ethan monopolizes so much of your time.
"Who's that?"
You shrug.
"It's just Alana."
Your meager hope of him dropping the issue crumbles to dust when he inquires, "So why do you look so sad?"
"It's nothing," you elude, praying your nonchalance will keep him from digging any further.
You’re about to set your phone aside when Ethan swipes it from between your fingers.
"Ethan!" you cry out.
Retrieving it is impossible, Ethan using the length of his arm to keep it out of your reach.
A wide, shit-eating grin decorates his mouth as he watches you fail to pry it from him.
As he reads the text however, the mirth on his face evaporates. His brows crumple.
"Why is Alana asking for your uniform?" he asks, sitting up.
You fiddle with the hem of the sheet.
"With everything, I forgot to give it back."
Ethan’s frown deepens.
"Give it back? Why? You love being a cheerleader."
"It’s really nothing."
He tilts up your chin when your gaze falls downward.
"Answer me. Why is she asking for it back?"
You shudder. His stern tone allows no room for argument.
You lick your lips and confess with a small voice, "She cut me from the team…"
Ethan’s jaw ticks, flames of rage burning in his chestnut orbs.
"She did what?" he growls.
Panic fills you.
You put your hands on his chest, tears adorning your lashes.
"No, Ethan. You promised. No more murders, please."
Your plea peters out into a sob.
Ethan flashes you a bright smile, tenderly cupping your cheeks as you sniffle.
"Sure…anything for you, princess."
Despite his promise you can’t help but feel unsettled, the air growing chillier around you as a strange glint dances in his eyes.
“So it’s a thing now?” Mindy asks for possibly the hundredth time this morning. The mix of shock and disdain oozing off her tone is unwavering every time.
Ethan’s hold on your waist tightens as he readjusts you on his lap. He insisted for you to sit here despite the vast amount of room on the benches.
His fingers lazily skim over your thigh, right beneath the hem of your shorts.
“Yes, Mindy, it’s a thing, now. We’re a thing now," he says, his lips curling upwards.
"Yes and according to some of the girls in our dorm, they were a very loud thing this morning…" Tara whispers under her breath.
Your cheeks heat.
Awkward stares circulate around the group, all your friends avoiding looking at both you and Ethan for a few seconds.
Well, all of them except for Mindy.
She glares daggers at him before swiveling to her brother.
“You’re okay with this?”
You wonder what Chad's thinking from his seat atop the table.
He’s been unusually silent for most of the morning, his face impossible to read. Scratching the back of his head, he heaves out a deep sigh.
“I still…don’t really know how I feel about it to be honest.”
Mindy shakes her head, turning to the other end of the bench.
“Tara?” she asks, desperation for someone to back her up clear on her features.
Tara opens her mouth, shifting on the bench before clearing her throat.
“I’m not the right person to ask, I think.”
Your best friend rolls her eyes.
“Babe, come on, back me up," she begs Anika.
“I…" Anika trails off, her eyes bouncing between you and her girlfriend. She reaches across the table, putting her hand on your arm as she asks earnestly, "Uh…Are you happy?”
Mindy’s hand covers Anika’s on your arm. “Blink twice if you need help."
Chad shakes his head, hopping off the table.
“Mindy, come on." His eyes lock with yours, exasperation painted on his handsome face. “Bean, can you reassure everyone that my roommate isn’t holding you hostage and that this is a fully consensual boyfriend/girlfriend dynamic?”
You swallow thickly. As the seconds stretch into eternity, Ethan’s hand grows heavier on your thigh, his thumb drawing circles into your skin in a quiet threat.
Chest tight, you remember the words he had you rehearse, trying not to stumble as you repeat them.
“I love Ethan…"
His deep commanding voice echoes in your head as you speak.
He’s the nicest and most caring guy I know.
"...And if you guys are really my friends…"
You’ll accept him.
"And most importantly, you’ll accept us.”
Mindy’s jaw hangs slack at your statement.
Quinn pipes up cheerfully from the other side of the table.
“I think they make a super cute couple, don’t you think, guys?" Your stomach knots as she beams at you, mischief gleaming in her emerald eyes. "The hot cheerleader falling for the shy, awkward nerd? Sounds like a great romcom to me.”
Tears tickle the back of your eyes but you suppress them. A romcom? More like a R-rated horror flick full of gore, tragedy and cruel deaths.
Mindy tosses her hands up in the air.
“I need to go throw up somewhere," she says before storming off.
Anika tosses her a sad look, mouthing 'sorry' at you as Mindy leaves.
If only she knew.
Mindy doesn’t have a thing to be sorry for.
In fact you’re the one who owes her an apology for ever doubting her.
You wish you could chase after her, tell her how right she was…about everything, how you should have listened, how you should have trusted her.
But it’s too late.
Anika sends you a soft smile, genuine concern swimming in her orbs.
“You are happy though, right? You deserve it after how rough things have been for you lately."
Your skin sizzles beneath the intensity of Ethan’s gaze. He blows a warm breath on the back of your neck that makes your pulse race.
You know you can’t falter, or he’ll find a way to make you pay. A deadly way.
Your smile grows big enough to hurt the corners of your lips.
“I’ve never been happier. Ethan…Ethan makes me happy.”
~
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[Spicy] One More Time (Gojo Satoru/afab!Reader)
A/N: This was a 3AM scream into the void that I cleaned up for fun. I said I was gonna do Gojo smut and here we are. So I present to you: Gojo tortures himself for fun.
Contains: Edging, Copious Amounts of Cum, Gojo Whining Like A Whore (:
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His eyes were so pretty like this.
Those brilliant, limitless blues are caught in a stupefying haze – glazed over and brimming with desperation.
Their depths had darkened with desire as Gojo stared up at your gorgeous body, moving atop his own in a steady, mind-numbingly pleasurable rhythm. He wanted to look away, hide his festering hunger and madness that was flooding into his being but simply couldn't. It would be a shame to miss even a second of the beauty he was witnessing. You were a vision so powerful and captivating it demanded to be seen. Every touch, every glance and noise from your lips captured the attention and held it hostage, leaving no room for wandering thoughts. Only you. You consumed the man’s mind entirely with your lovely body and soul. What did it matter, anyway? There was no need to think of anything else.
Just you and the sweet rolling of your hips.
Gojo's senses were on fire. Mind bordering on the sweet precipice of delirium and bliss. His hands fumbled to hold onto your thighs, squeezing and pulling at the flesh to help you along on his aching cock. A blush seemed to envelop your body – tinting the skin a radiant, glowing pink. The imprints his fingers left behind told a story. Faint bruising, both healed and fresh, functioned as monuments to his continuous acts of desperation. No matter how many times you rode his cock, Gojo always ended up begging for more. He was positively insatiable. Always looking to prolong and endure more of your sweet torture.
Gojo moaned out a strangled curse, halting your movements. "S-Stop, stop, stop—" he breathed out, chest rising and falling as he attempted to regain control of his body. "I'm gonna cum, just stop — not yet, please."
With a voice so utterly fucked out of his mind and broken, how could you neglect such lovely begging?
“Of course, baby, we’ll slow down,” you whispered, grinding to a stop on top of him. Gojo whimpered at the loss of friction but babbled and mumbled a few frantic words of thanks, his voice faltering and stumbling over each syllable.
“T-Thank you, thank you, thank – y-you…” He could barely breathe, feeling your godly pussy tightening and relaxing around his cock. “I almost couldn’t hold it anymore,” Gojo said, digging his fingers into the tender flesh of your thighs even harder in an attempt to ground himself.
He looks at you with a clouded gaze as you tenderly brush his white locks back with your fingers. “Why do you torture yourself like this, Satoru…” The words came out of your mouth with such reverence as you committed the sight to memory. It was beautiful, the way Gojo panted and whimpered at each touch you were willing to give him, like a man starved for connection and love. Affection was the single most addicting substance in the world to him. And the fact that it came from you, an absolute goddess among men, made it taste even sweeter.
“I can’t help it, you’re just so –” Gojo moans, bucking his hips up into you. “So f-fucking b-beautiful.” He’s crumbling. You can see his resolve to drag this out breaking as he begins fucking you again.
You leaned forward, catching one of his shameless moans with your lips. A kiss to silence your needy, depraved boy for at least a few seconds. Gojo's cock twitched furiously within you, fighting the orgasm that was mere seconds away. If he came now, you would get off him and it would be over. Gojo couldn't have that – he was far too addicted to you to let that happen. Oh, but the craving he felt for you was unparalleled. He wanted it so badly. To paint your inner walls his colors and release his seed deep inside you. But not yet. It would be too soon. This was torture of his own design and delaying the inevitable would only make his release all the more satisfying.
Gojo thanked his lucky stars that you were willing to indulge this overwhelming need of his. There was just one problem: his body moved beyond his control, grinding up into your sweet cunt like a man possessed. Desire had truly taken hold of him. He couldn't help it. His cock chased after whatever friction it could get. Your walls contracted with each thrust, embracing his shaft like it belonged there, buried within you, pressing up against your cervix.
How was he supposed to stop fucking you when you felt so goddamn perfect?
You watched his eyes glaze over once more, a mantra of curses and pleas to stop tumbling from his lips. "N-no," he moaned out, glancing at his own, furiously thrusting hips. "F-Fuck, stop – I'm gonna—" Gojo was livid with himself. Fuming at his lack of self-control. He had begged you to stop and you had so graciously granted his wish, but here he was fucking himself into you like a mindless beast. You were so good to him and he couldn't stop.
A desperate, moaning wail spilled from his perfect lips as his cock began convulsing furiously within your tight pussy. You felt his release splatter against your walls, cock pulsing with each spurt and thrust. Gojo's eyes rolled back as he came, his head flopping down on the pillow behind him as his body began to writhe and shake beneath you. Even that wasn’t enough for him to stop moving, though. He bit his own lips in an attempt to silence his blissful cries. A valiant but ultimately futile attempt: every wave of release made him wail and sob in pleasure. He'd waited so long to cum. Now he couldn't stop. Pearly white seed slipped down the side of his cock as he continued to ride the high, coating the part where your bodies joined in slick. The sound of your bodies grinding into each other covered in cum was enough to drive anyone crazy. Even so, Gojo wasn't done. You were full, stuffed to the brim with his cum, but he had more to give, spilling over onto his abdomen and your perfectly bruised thighs.
When he'd finally drained his balls into your complete, the mess was immense, sticking to your bodies and dripping from your hole onto the sheets.
"I'm sorry –" Gojo panted out the apology. "Can we go again? Please, I need more. Just one more time."
One more time, he said. You both knew that was a lie.
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Miguel O'Hara X reader
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara X Reader
Summary: You've finally moved on from the man, but did he?
Words: 1,3k
Warning: Angst, mention of miscarriage, big intimidating man, it's just sad people.
Note: Thank you so much character Ai for giving me the idea. Go check out @ fairybaby on c.AI. Also please do tell if I am missing some warnings^^
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It happened so fast. One moment you were kissing your new boyfriend goody-bye and the other you had a big scary spider in your living room. Well, a “wanna-be-scary" spider, because that man was your ex-boyfriend.
You sighed removing the high heels you wore to that date. “What are you doing here, Miguel?” When he said nothing, you scoffed. “Can you even have the decency to remove your mark? It’s not like I don’t know your secret.”
“You left your window unlocked.” He said in that deep voice of his that used to make you melt on the spot. He removed his mask, His eyes were glaring at you. He looked the same as the last time you had seen him, which kinda made you sad. You thought that the break up would affect him as much as it did you, but you should’ve guessed. Nothing fazed Miguel O’Hara except for his Spider business. “How many times have I told you to lock it?” You rolled your eyes, but said nothing. instead you stepped closer to him and looked straight in his eyes, something not a lot of people were able to do from how muscular, tall and intimidating the man was.
“You already found another boyfriend?” Miguel asks, there’s almost a sneer on his face. “You can’t even handle being single for a month.”
He doesn’t even mean what he’s saying, but he hates seeing you move on. Miguel’s self-aware enough to know he’s in the wrong. He wasn’t a good boyfriend. That doesn’t mean you’re allowed to move on, though. Isn’t it obvious he still wants you? Why do you need some other guy? Just come crawling back to him like you always do.
You took a step back, fighting the glare of the man with our own. “You are not my boyfriend anymore. You can’t dictate what I do in life.”
When he hears that, Miguel has to bite back a snarl. He's livid that she's not giving an inch - he's not used to that. He's always been able to be the dominant one in the relationship.
"Sure, sure. Fine," his tone is cold and bitter. "Do whatever you want."
“Yes, I will. Good bye, Miguel. Please close the door once you’ve left.” You turned around and started to walk to go get a drink. You were in deep need of one after seeing him.
“Come home.”
‘No.”
He hates this so much. He doesn't want to be the one to lose control, but it's happening anyway. And it's all his own fault. Miguel can feel himself start to boil with rage. His fingers flex as his fists clench.
As you turn to walk away, Miguel grabs your wrist, spinning you around. With a sneer on his face, he glares down at you. "I told you to come home. I am not a man who begs, so just do what I say. And come back home with me."
You tugged your arm off his hold. “And I told you that I don’t belong to you anymore. You can’t control me Miguel. I’m not like all those other Spider people you can just control around to do whatever you like. I am my own person and that is why we aren’t together anymore; because you only see me as this doll for you to manipulate.”
His head snaps back a little bit as you yank your arm away, but he doesn't let go and instead he steps forward, his eyes blazing. Miguel's never been in this situation before - losing control to someone other than himself. His hands wrap around your wrists with a painful grip as he glares down at you.
"You think you're better than them?" He growls. "You're nothing but a pathetic human, and you belong with me."
“You’re hurting me.” Your eyes started to get glazed with tears. Your wrist hurting from his powerful hold and by his claw digging into your skins.
Miguel's eyes widen when he realizes he's hurting her. He lets go and steps back, taking a second to regain himself and calm his temper. "I'm sorry." He says, but he doesn't know if he really means it, or if he's just trying to be a good person.
You rubbed your now slightly bruised wrist, trying to soothe the hurt. Fury and pain were clashing inside of you. You didn’t know if you wanted to cry or slap the man for having the audacity. “I know you aren’t, Miguel. Please leave me alone. This is the exact reason I broke up with you.”
"You broke up with me because I get angry easily?" Miguel repeats, with a scoff. "That's ridiculous." He steps back to cross his arms across his chest, glaring down at you. "You just don't like people standing up to you - and I was the only one who did."
“You call that standing up to me? I call this abuse and over-protectiveness. You weren’t in love with me Miguel. You just liked knowing you had someone you could control.” Your eyes were frantically looking in between his brown one you used to love staring at in the morning.
Your words sting. Miguel winces, taking a few seconds to let out a frustrated growl. His head snaps back for a second before he takes a deep breath. His tone is calm, but cold, "I did love you."
"You just never let me prove it."
“I gave you plenty of chances, Miguel. And every time… you just proved me the opposite. Where were you when I had my miscarriage? Where were you when I needed you the most? You were just out there being Spider-Man, Miguel.” Tears were now flowing down your eyes.
He knows you are right, but part of him doesn't want to admit it. Miguel felt his temper start to boil again, his eyes narrowed in anger.
"That's what I had to do," he growled, defensively. "I have responsibilities. I couldn't be there for you."
Miguel knew he was wrong. He was terrible to you. But that didn't mean it was easy to admit that she deserved more.
“You are right. That is what you need to do… Spider-man has taken a big part of your life, Miguel. I don’t see where I fit in anymore.”
You sighed. “I'm done with this conversation. Good bye, Miguel.” You pointed at your door.
He's left with two options at this point: he can either let you leave, and face the reality that he's lost control over you... Or he can try to stop you, and maybe, somehow, get you back. And that's the option he chooses. The more he thinks about it, the more it seems like he can't stand the thought of walking out of that door.
"Wait!" he calls out, stepping towards you. "Can I- We can talk about this-"
‘No, Miguel. There is nothing to talk about this. Please.” You placed a hand on his biceps with a sad smile. “If you love me like you say you do… let me go. Let me be happy.”
He wants to argue, but he knows she's right: he can't keep her against her will. You have good reason to leave him - and you really want to.
Miguel lets out a pained sigh and steps back, crossing his arms across his chest. "Fine." He says, in a bitter tone. "Do whatever you want. Just... take care of yourself." He's obviously holding a lot back - he wanted to tell you everything - but he's not going to force you to listen.
“Thank you… this is goodbye, Miguel. And don’t worry, your secret is safe. Take good care of yourself.” You smiled at him one last time then opened the door and left.
Miguel watched her go for a moment, his arms crossed over his chest, before sighing and burying his head in his hands, a mix of emotions running rampant through him as he contemplates what's just happened.
After a while, he sighed, and looked to the open door, looking out into the city that he's spent so little time in these days. He knew that, if he didn't want to lose her... He had to make some changes.
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DEVOURED — ༉‧₊˚.
ft. barou shoei !
꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : a not so gentle reminder on why you shouldn’t squirm in barous lap.
꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampie, primal kink (?)
꒰ NOTES ꒱ : everyone say happy birthday to this king ^_^ love him sm and needed to get a lil blurb out for him hehe. enjoy !!
“shoei-“ you whine, your nails digging into barou’s back. he’s kept you in this position for well over 15 minutes and you could hardly take it anymore.
but you didn’t really know how much he got off on it. how he loves when you cling to him, whining in his ear with problems only he can solve. he feels needed, like he’s got you wrapped around his finger — he feels unbeatable.
“stop squirming.” he gruffs out, the pads of his fingers forcefully gripping your hips, securing you in place yet again. his cock couldn’t help but twitch inside of you as you let out another sweet whimper.
he wanted to see how long he could cockwarm you for. it was agony for him as well, but it was laced with the sweetest sin that made it all worth it. having your pleasure at his mercy stirred up his insides and brought him back to something deep within his very core — the one that aligns with the primal side of his brain. to win, to conquer, to rule.
“i thought you were gonna be good for me?” he speaks lowly in your ear, the intimacy has you tightening around him and all he can do is bite back a groan. “thought you’d do anything for me, hm?”
“ye-“ the word gets cut off with a cry as he roughly thrusts up into you. he relishes in the power he has even while he’s buried deep within you. he pauses, and you know he’s still waiting for his answer. “yes, i'll be good.”
he responds with a satisfied hum as your nails dig further into him. he’ll proudly wear the marks you leave on him, showing them off at practice just so the other guys can only dream of tasting a bit of what he has. but they’ll never get it, they’ll never have you. and the thought alone drives him insane.
barou isn’t dumb, he can tell you’re almost at your limit. his fingers reach down to touch your clit, causing your body to jolt against his. but you’re good and only let out a small whine. everything was so wet, your slick had completely covered every inch between you two and he knew it was about time. all he had to do was wait one more second for the signal.
and there it is. this is exactly what he wanted, what he was waiting for all this time. your body gives out, practically falling onto him as your head rests on his shoulder. a silent surrender that has him all too excited, a satisfied smirk growing on his face as his lips brush against your ear.
“atta girl.” he praises, the words barely escaping his mouth. pride fills his chest as he feels you nod, peppering your soft kisses into his skin. “you’ll get what you want now, don’t worry. let your king take care of you.”
in an instant, his hips are snapping up against yours, brutally thrusting into you. all you can do is hold onto him. which only drives him more feral. the feeling of you clinging to him, taking every single thing he’s giving you, causes him to lose a piece of his control.
his mind blanks out as all he can do is focus on how good you make him feel — mind, body and soul. the level of trust and confidence you pour into him has him wanting to give you everything and anything you want. he’d give you the damn world if he could.
you feel his dark red eyes wander down your body, watching where the two of you connect over and over again. he honestly can’t tell where he ends and you begin. the two of you formed into the perfect being as his hips mercilessly chased yours, almost offended by the space that’s inevitably formed between your bodies each time he pulls out.
that’s why he loves cockwarming so much. he loves to see how desperate you get, yes, but the softer, more vulnerable part of him craves that closeness. and each time he feeds into it, it chips away at his control. slowly losing himself to you in the way he always prided that you did to him.
your cries grow louder and louder, your body helplessly falling limp against his as he drives all his force up into you. each thrust was getting harder, deeper. your needy cunt barely lets him move out of you. every part of your body latched onto him and it made his mind dizzy. but he was not one for giving in.
so, he reached back down between your joint bodies and expertly rolled your clit around between his fingers. it sent you over the edge, bringing him with you in a cry of victory. his hips drove themselves into your depths before filling you up with everything he had.
it was quiet for a moment, save for both of your heavy breathing. lightly grabbing you by the back of your neck, he softly gazes into your eyes. a silent way to check in on you, read you to see where your mind was at. and by the glint in your eye, he knew you were still with him.
besides, just because you’ve both come, doesn’t mean it’s over. far from it, actually. because now that the beast has been let out of its cage, expect to not be finished until the both of you have been devoured by it.
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Sakamakis having an argument with their s/o hc's ?
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𝐒𝐡𝐮
Silent and petty; this man has mastered both. He knows that you know that he knows, but does he do anything about it? Unless you burn his sheet music or cut off his violin strings, for the next following week, this man might as well have been turned to stone by none other than medusa herself
The key here is that you SHOULD NOT know why he’s silent and petty
The main reason is that he doesn’t want you to assume he cares, but that’s the thing: he does. and of course, he absolutely loathes that he does.
The other reason is that the more he thinks about the argument, the more it makes him gnaw on his gums. But, why? just why does it make his head hurt and why does he want to avoid thinking about it so much?
The longer you don’t talk to each other, the more he thinks you’re giving up on him. It's so counterintuitive because HE doesn’t want to talk to you, but YOU can’t do the same to him.
The other brothers notice how ticked off he really is when you go to talk to them, but keep avoiding shu. his staring might as well cut the others in half, including you too this man is audacious, loud and silent all at the same time like pick a struggle damn
𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢
This man’s head has a raging mental warfare going on
Like, he doesn’t want to apologize but at the same time, he knows things will go south the longer that he doesn’t
The others start to notice how fidgety he is, as if he’s walking on eggshells. When he’s working and you’re in his vicinity, Reiji will intentionally put himself in your peripheral vision so that you can see him. It hurts to say and even acknowledge it, but the argument is making him relive the worse childhood memories and trauma Beatrix gave him.
The ignoring, the silent treatment, the unbothered look that might as well say “You’re not worth it-“, it’s so painful for him when he unconsciously recognizes the patterns between what’s happening right now and what happened with Beatrix
They should NEVER be even comparable, yet here he is now, absolutely mortified
He will get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness and lord, it is the saddest cry for help you’ll ever see from the vampire. After everything that has happened, everything you look into his eyes, you can’t shake off the feeling that whenever Reiji looks in your eyes, the person he sees isn’t you anymore, but rather, his mother.
It’ll take a lot of time and patience, but you really do have to be patient with Reiji. The poor man isn’t used to being emotionally vulnerable with anyone in centuries and the fact that the first person he’s ever argued with his emotions threatening to burst out is you, his lover, is a new emotional landmine Reiji has yet to explore and experience.
𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨
Sulky, pouty and agitated - expect a lot of huffs and puffs from the redhead
UnSurprisingly, he’s the first to apologize after 35 minutes pass by. Listen, the man follows his heart and if his heart feels icky with the awkward tension the argument caused, you better believe he’ll try to make it go away the best he can
His way of apologizing is straight to the point, yet it’s so bad??
“Listen! I know you’re still mad, and I am too! But, this is fucking awkward and that’s one thing I am NOT nor will I ever be! H-Hey! I apologize already, so you gotta do the same and reciprocate. Haa?! Whaddaya mean it doesn’t work that way-?!”
Bless his heart, he’s trying his best
𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨
Makes a lot of jokes about it and doesn’t take the argument seriously
He’s mostly avoiding feeling guilty by gaslighting you into believing “the argument’s not that deep-“ because he doesn’t want to take accountability nor does he want to be emotionally involved with you
The last time he was emotionally attached to someone, it didn’t end so well and the last thing Laito wants is to dig a new hole in the cementary
Being honest is something very difficult with Laito because throughout his emotional developmental stage, nobody ever taught him how to navigate his feelings. So, you’re basically walking a very thin tightrope on whether you should talk to him or not. And Laito? He doesn’t even know what to do himself. His view with relationships is so shattered that with you being his lover, he tries to do the ‘right thing’, but the problem is he doesn’t know what the ‘right thing’ looks like
The main key here is you don’t let him twist and manipulate your words. Every time you try to explain something, you have to explain it in a way that can’t be misinterpreted. Basically, extremely extremely simplified.
“And I feel extremely on edge because I don’t want you to think I don’t care for you, but I also don’t want you to think that I’m letting this slide.”
“Why don’t you just let it slide, hm~? Is little this argument of ours and your pride more important than me?”
“No, it’s not. In fact, by talking with you, it shows that I care enough to at least make sure you understand me and I understand you. I want you to understand what I’m feeling, where I’m coming from and vice versa. I also want to know what you’re feeling, because I do care about you and your feelings.”
Be careful though. If you’re not careful, Laito will try and spin the argument to make you question YOURSELF, because the more you focus on you rather than him, the better for Laito
𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨
If somehow you didn’t end up as a wax doll or in a coffin, then man you are lucky
He is extremely paranoid and anxious that you’ll leave him for somebody else because of the argument so whatever you do, isolate yourself or he will be the one to enforce it
Honestly, if you value your life, the best thing to do is to stay quiet and avoid the topic of the argument like the Black Death plague. You don’t want to give Kanato more reasons to put you in the wax doll room
It’s pretty complicated but the more you try to reason with Kanato, the more he rationalizes it as you not trusting/believing in him. This causes a trigger of negative emotion to burst out because since you’re his special darling, the one he is so vulnerable with, it means you don’t accept him = you don’t love him unconditionally. That small thought quickly overrides everything in his brain
You shouldn’t even have disagreed with him in the beginning so the fact that you did in the argument, in his head, means that you don’t ‘love him’ because if you did, then “the argument would’ve never happened in the first place-!”
But then a dilemma happens: should he try and apologize? If he does, it’ll make you like him again. But, if it’ll make you like him again, then it means you currently don’t like him. But if you currently don’t like him, then that means he can make you like him again. But if he can make you like-
Unpredictably aggressive and confused, so take extreme caution
𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐮
The second guy to apologise within the day. He knows how valuable communication is since it was what Karl had taken away from him and Christa, so you bet he’s working overtime in forming an apology to you
In truth, he just doesn’t like that this situation makes him feel really uncomfortable and small, the same way he felt when Christa refused to talk to him. He feels really vulnerable and powerless, and he doesn’t like it one bit.
He just wants the situation to end as soon as possible. It’ll take him a few paragraphs, but he needs to quickly get that nasty feeling of abandonment out or else it’ll swallow him whole
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DL has been a big part of my life. It was the happiest accidental discovery I’ve made. I haven’t been active here for several months because in true AO3 fashion, I’ve migrated to a new country, many things happened in my life, I’m a new person in a new country and I started a new life there. I haven’t written anything in three months and as a writer, I don’t know if my writing has gotten better or if it has gone downhill.
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It’s not because I hate writing, but because I’ve simply been experiencing life and have been busy. Not only that, but I’ve been experiencing severe burn out in these months. As a writer, I want to have fun in my writing! But there are times that I don’t look forward to writing, rather, I feel tired and drained to create stuff. I feel like every person who’s ever had a hobby or passion has experienced this sense of creative lethargy. (╯︵╰,)
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@captain-stark-rogars I feel like a snippet won’t really do this prompt justice, but I tried anyway. The setting is this: Steve and Tony have already spent a week at their getaway resort, but the spark in their relationship just won’t seem to rekindle. Mostly because instead of actually talking things out, they’ve instead focused on doing fun things to hopefully get that magic back. Now they’re back at the hotel room after their latest failed outing and faced with a decision.
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“So that was a bust,” Tony said as he marched into their hotel room, flinging his jacket across the closest chair. “We should order in. I need a shower after that.”
Steve put down his backpack, dropping heavily onto the couch. He watched Tony out of the corner of his eye, trying and failing to ignore the queasy feeling in his gut. Tony seemed to be oblivious, but Steve could read the tension in his back, the nervous energy as he unpacked his things.
“Apparently there’s a good Chinese place somewhere around here. I’ll see if they deliver. Lo mein for you, right?”
Steve took a shaky breath, his stomach sinking. Tony knew him so well. It ripped Steve apart to know that it wasn’t enough.
“Steve?” Tony asked, looking at him guilelessly. There was no point in pretending any longer.
Steve straightened his back, steeling himself before he finally said what needed to be said. “This isn’t working.”
Tony’s face slipped, as if Steve had honestly surprised him. “What?”
“We tried,” Steve said, feeling the words like knives digging into his chest. “One last shot, that’s what you said. But it’s not working.”
“What do you mean?” Tony asked, his voice small. Steve had never seen him so panicked. “No, we – We’ll try again tomorrow. Today was just –”
“It’s not just today though, is it? We’ve been struggling for months.” Steve took a deep breath. “Maybe we can’t fix this.”
“No,” Tony breathed. Steve looked up at him, stunned by the despair on Tony’s face. “Steve, you can’t – don’t give up on us, please.”
Steve’s face twisted with pain. “That’s not fair. We’re both –”
“I love you,” Tony said desperately, and Steve had to avert his eyes, hiding them behind his hand. “Steve, please. As long as we love each other, there’s a chance. I can’t lose you.”
“Maybe I don’t love you anymore,” Steve said, but even as he said the words, he knew they weren’t true. A part of him would always love Tony. But with everything else, it just wasn’t enough.
A heavy thud made him look up to see Tony slumped over on a chair, his back bowed and eyes vacant. “Huh,” Tony said, and he sounded numb, like his soul had been sucked out of him. “Okay then.”
“Okay?” Steve asked, his heart lurching with fear when Tony nodded like he was agreeing to his own death sentence.
“I won’t keep you here if you want to leave.”
Steve bit down on his tongue, tears prickling behind his eyes. This wasn’t what he’d wanted. He’d – he didn’t know what he wanted. “Do you want me to leave?”
Tony laughed humorlessly, wiping both hands across his face. “Does it matter what I want?”
“Of course it matters,” Steve said, and Tony shook his head, still looking like he was at sea without a paddle.
“It doesn’t. I can’t –” Tony grimaced like he was in pain. “I already fucked it up.”
“It wasn’t just you,” Steve protested, but Tony didn’t look like he believed him. “Both of us did things. Maybe we just can’t –”
“You want to know what I want?” Tony asked, cutting Steve off with a sudden surge of anger. “I want you to tell me what the fuck you want. You never tell me what you want. I always have to guess, and I’m shit at figuring you out, clearly, so why don’t you help me out for once and just tell me?”
Steve gaped at him. “I always –”
“When was the last time you asked for anything?” Tony snapped. “And don’t tell me you have everything you want, because if that were true, we wouldn’t fucking be here.”
Steve frowned, irritation rising in him. “Maybe I’d tell you what I want if you were around long enough to listen. When’s the last time you ever made time for me, huh? You’d rather do anything else –”
“Well, I’m here aren’t I?”
“– than spend time with me, so why the fuck would I ask for anything?” Steve spat, and Tony blinked, surprised.
“You think I don’t want to spend time with you?”
“You never do,” Steve said, and Tony’s face twisted with regret.
“Of course I – Is that why –”
“Well, you have a funny way of showing it!” Steve shouted, only noticing his volume when he saw Tony flinch. Guilt sank into his stomach like a stone. “Shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout.”
Tony shook his head. “No. No, I’m sorry.” He looked at Steve like he’d never seen him before. “How long have you felt like this?”
Steve shifted uncomfortably on the couch. “Does it matter?”
“Yes, it does,” Tony said firmly. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice. I just – I get so lost in work, and the last few months when I got out early, you didn’t want – I mean, you didn’t –” He took a deep breath. “You were doing other things, so you told me you were busy.”
Steve bit his lip. He had done that, hadn’t he? Steve didn’t like to think that he was a spiteful person, but at some point he’d just wanted to give Tony a taste of his own medicine.
Except it hadn’t been that, had it? Tony had never turned him away when Steve had outright asked him to spend time with him. Steve had just wanted Tony to seek him out on his own instead of always having to chase after him.
Had Steve ever told Tony that?
“We should’ve talked about this a lot sooner, huh?” Steve asked, and Tony smiled without humor.
“I guess we should have.” Tony’s shoulders dropped, his eyes almost unbearably sad. “I’m sorry, Steve. I know it’s too late now, but… for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”
Steve swallowed around the lump in his throat before he said, “I’m sorry too.”
“If you want… if this is what you want,” Tony said, sounding like he was choking on the words. “I won’t fight it. I’ll sign the papers.”
Steve froze. “What?”
“Don’t make me say it,” Tony said pleadingly, and Steve realized all at once what he meant, his chest squeezing tight with horror.
“No! No, I don’t want – I don’t want to divorce you.”
“I’d understand if you –”
“I love you, Tony,” Steve said, and Tony’s eyes snapped over to his with a heartbreakingly hopeful look. “I want to figure this out. And I think – if we actually sit down and talk about it… I think we can do this.”
“Are you sure?” Tony asked like he was asking for a lifeline, and Steve opened his arms, relieved when Tony immediately surged forward to fall into a hug, breathing shakily against his shoulder. Steve bit down on the urge to cry, closing his eyes to revel in the familiar weight of Tony in his arms.
“I can’t lose you either,” he said quietly, and Tony took a shuddering breath, fisting a hand in the back of Steve’s shirt. “We’ll figure it out. I promise.”
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IN SHADES OF BLUE
PAIRINGS: Jotun! Loki Laufeyson & Female Reader
SUMMARY: Loki reveals to you the parts of himself he hates the most. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
WORD COUNT: 3,061
A/N: Another fic from my previous account! A little rough around the edges but still a fave of mine so I thought I’d give it a quick edit and repost. :)
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“What’s your favourite colour?” he asks, plain and simple —trivial almost— so much so that it makes you scrunch up your face; lips and nose contorting into an expression of disapproval that makes his eyes roll.
Under the silken sheets, your body ruined under his touch as his fingers trail patterns over the bareness of your hips and thighs, you don’t fully get why he’s asking. You’ve only just met; hours before, in the corner of the bar. He approached you and you reciprocated his interest and the rest was just boring old history, so why does he care what colours make you happy?
“I don’t know,” you say, even though you have an answer. Everybody does regardless of what they tell themselves because colours have meanings —representations, you decide, sitting there, watching as he pulls away and positions himself on his back.
Despite your better judgment, when he moves you immediately crave his touch and the way his skin seems to cool your own, prompting you to follow him wordlessly, placing your chin on his chest. “How about you?”
“What about me?” He raises his brow and looks towards you, a small smile absentmindedly creeping across his lips.
“What’s your favourite colour?”
Whatever yours is, he thinks, because truthfully he doesn’t care anymore. After everything he lost interest in caring for things that made him happy, because feelings like that don’t last and neither does beauty, so why would he stop to think and choose a favourite colour?
He doesn’t have time for that.
“I don’t think I have one.” It’s a poor excuse for an answer, both of you know it, which is why when you deeply sigh against his chest, the air from your lips fanning across his skin, he can’t help but swallow hard and look away, feeling almost guilty.
Which doesn’t make sense, because you’ve just met. Your opinion is nothing in the grand scheme of things, yet something in his chest pulls him to feel hurt by your response.
“Everybody has one.”
“I’m not sure that’s true.”
“No?”
He shakes his head and moves his hand to your hair, running his fingers through it. It’s softer than anything he’s ever felt, like silk. “You don’t, apparently.”
You bite back a smirk, angling your face away from his, knowing that this is his way of calling your bluff. “I mean, maybe I do,” you admit, feeling the pads of his fingers make work of your roots, their strength digging into your scalp so effortlessly that without even thinking you give in to the pressure and close your eyes.
“Tell me then.”
You hum in response and focus on the weight of his fingers and how languidly they move through the base of your head, pulling forth a sudden sense of lucidness that makes you grin. “I think I like blue.”
“Blue,” he practically scoffs, because of course you like blue —everybody likes blue. It’s the colour of the sky and the ocean and all the other things so universally good that even just the thought of it makes him want to crawl out of this bed and wash the entirety of his body.
Because while blue is known to be a colour of beauty, for Loki it’s merely just another layer of suffocation —a draping of fabric pulled taught against his increasingly brittle frame. Like all his other insecurities, he’s forced to be blue all hours of the day, forever beneath his usual coating of flesh. On the outside, he’s pale and soft to the touch —easily approachable. People like him when he’s not blue, they respect him and take notice of the way he is rather than what he looks like and it’s something he never takes for granted.
Because deep within the pool of his mind, he often thinks about the difference between the blue he hides and the washed-out, creamy tone he portrays. How would people truly treat him if he were to get rid of the veil? Would they run for their lives as they did on Asgard? Would they hate him and fear him; talking behind his back in hushed tones, or would they direct their repulsion toward his face?
As much as he hates to admit it, every day he wonders about this. When he’s staring into the mirror with his eyes shining red, he wonders if anyone could ever truly love him like this —with texturized cobalt that’s so cold and untouchable, just like the real him.
He doesn’t think that they could.
“Do you not like blue?”
Your voice shifts his thought process, pulling him out of the preverbal depths of his insecurities. Awkwardly he smiles and takes notice of the curiosity in your eyes, visually tracing the way your eyebrows furrow at his lack of response.
“Because everybody likes blue, at least to some degree,” you say after he fails to speak, turning your head so that your ear rests against the centre of his sternum, making it easier for you to hear his rapidly-paced heart.
“Sure, I suppose.” He shrugs lightly, his shoulders lifting and falling at the same time his previously appointed smile becomes engulfed in the usual scowl he lets loose whenever he’s frustrated or uncomfortable.
“But not you?”
He shakes his head, prompting you to narrow your eyes even further, the visibility of your pupils becoming limited as you purse your lips and explore his tells.
Because despite popular belief, Loki —God of Mischief and Lies— has many tells. Like everyone else, he’s vulnerable to the truth and all its revealing glory, leaving him anxious and overly critical of both his thoughts and movements as you continue to stare, taking in all the details.
Your eyes, much like his, scan everything with an air of caution, slowly moving across his nervous face, causing him to swallow hard and force himself to remain calm because as much as he denies it, moments like these often leave him feeling insecure.
“Were you afraid of the Smurfs as a kid or something?” Revealing a smiling set of teeth that makes everything within him instantly halt, he’s quickly left with this coating of confusion, because it’s not common for people to make fun of him so flippantly. Or at all really, which is why when it happens he can’t help but laugh —but shake his head before giving in to the desire to lean over and kiss your forehead, trailing cold, chaste kisses across the expanse of your face.
“No, I’m not afraid of cartoon characters,” he says, and with him you laugh and look up, noticing the back-and-forth look of absence in his eyes. There’s something empty about them as if their blackness isn’t black, but more so bleak —almost empty. Loki’s eyes are sad and lonely and as you look at them, narrowing your own, you can see the bright blue iris shrouded in red; long, lines of crimson that branch out across the white.
“We should sleep,” you say, but Loki just shakes his head again, taking the moment passing to release a deep breath and give your hair a few final run-throughs, his fingers working delicately through the knots that have formed.
“I want to tell you something, if I may.”
You’re not sure what he means, but you know it’s important because of the quiet tone of his voice. It’s innocent sounding, small and frail and barely falling from his lips, and immediately it worries you. Sends you into a state of shock that forces you to pull yourself off his chest and reposition in front of him, legs crossed underneath you.
“What is it?” Swallowing hard, you feel the slick build-up of your anxiety trickle down your throat as you watch his hand reach for your own, each finger taking refuge between the empty spaces as he clears his throat and begins to tell you everything.
Asgard, Midgard, and everything in between —Loki entrusts with you the story of his family and the horror of his upbringing. He tells you of Thor (yes that Thor) and Frigga —of Odin and his kingdom and that fateful day in Jotunheim where Loki was discovered alone in the snow. Cautiously he tells you about his betrayal —his plan to claim the throne and then later, his plan to die. Every detail slipping through his lips is like a reclamation —a perilous journey of memories he’s chosen to take you alongside him as he recounts the details of his mother’s love, his brother’s arrogance, and inevitably his father’s lies.
Loki tells you anything and everything, taking each story and weighing it in his hands before offering it over, hoping that despite the brokenness —his brokenness— that you’ll still find some worth in it.
Because Loki would be lying if he said he didn’t think of himself as worthless. All his life, even without the constant horror of his underlying blue skin, he’s never felt valued, only valuable. To Odin, he was merely a pawn in the diplomatic affairs of Jotunheim and to Thanos, he was deemed the same for having the Tesseract.
Which fucking sucks, you think, as you watch him rip open his chest and fish out the traumatized organ with tears in his eyes, desperately waiting for you to take it.
So you do. Without question you take it and put it in your hands, watching it pulsate in the base of your palm; the tainted blood of his past dripping down your flesh, coating your skin like syrup.
Happily, you want to lap it up —want to look him in the eyes and lick his wounds; swallow them up and bury them deep inside your gut so that he never has to look at them again.
More than anything you want to shield him from the pain and the suffering —want to show him love and support and make it known that just because the past was full of hurt, the future doesn’t have to be as well.
“Thank-you for telling me.”
You know he doesn’t need to be thanked —doesn’t need to be praised for telling a stranger the holy terrors of his upbringing. Loki’s a God, the maker of his own destiny, which is evident in the way he perseveres despite the odds constantly working against him. He’s resilient in his efforts, a strong player in whoever’s story he’s managed to become tangled in, which is something you’re not sure he knows because, to you, it seems like he tethers himself to other people. Playing them like fools in his never-ending game of tricks and trades, hoping one day that they’ll figure out how to hate him.
Because if he can just get them to hate him, perhaps he can be free. Free of the unknown —free of the constant wondering of whether or not he’s worthy of another person’s love.
Of course, he is, you think, but considering the circumstances, you know he doesn’t know that.
“I’m not sure why I did, if I’m honest,” he says, staring at your hands, suddenly wishing that he too could experience the normalities of fleshy tones woven over heated insides instead of the icy structures within his own.
“Strangers are often the best people to tell things to.”
Raising his brow, he hums in response, hoping that you’ll explain.
“We’re not tainted with the idea of you; we’re unbiased.”
“Were unbiased,” he corrects, another scowl crawling across his face, showing you that he knows you’ll think less of him now that he’s told you.
Which isn’t necessarily true. If anything, it’s almost the opposite; because his telling you, even if the story is tailored to benefit his own viewing, is still a step in the right direction. A step towards healing —towards trust. Because at this moment, Loki trusts you with the weight of his life. He sees you as someone worthy of his truth and that in itself is something you know you can’t take for granted as you pull your hand away from his.
“Have you ever shown anyone?” Propping yourself onto your knees, you move to straddle his frame, feeling the base of his cock immediately twitch against you. “Your Jotun form, I mean.”
“Only a select few.”
“Other lovers?” You smirk.
Smirking back, he shakes his head and repositions himself, moving to sit upright against the headboard of your bed, taking your hips in his hands. “Lovers want to love, not to run away in fear.”
There’s a pause then —a lengthy one filled with nothing, but breathing and touching, Loki’s hands digging into the base of your flesh, desperately kneading themselves into the plush of your sides. Instantly you’re drawn to the feeling, your mind already thinking of a thousand ways to subdue the aching that suddenly presents itself between your thighs as you instinctively press yourself further against him.
“I won’t be like the rest of them,” you find yourself saying, the absence of breath throughout your chest making it hard for you to speak above a whisper. “I won’t fear you.”
“Fear me,” he sarcastically scoffs in response, gripping you tighter, almost as if the very thought of fear ignites something within him —something aggressive and primal. “It’s not the colour of my skin that makes them fear me, darling.”
After that he slowly blinks, the colour of his eyes flickering from the lightest of blues to the deepest of reds, an image that makes you weak as you reach out to touch his face, realizing that his skin feels colder than before; rigid and rough, the presence of markings becoming visible across his forehead and cheekbones.
Purely out of habit you pull your hand away and narrow your eyes, inspecting the facial structures that continue to form, raising themselves higher off his skin at the same time his flesh begins to darken. All across him wild splotches of blue become present, their positions resembling freshly wet pavement on a rainy day.
“You look…” Inhaling and exhaling before you can even finish, you quickly find yourself reaching across the empty space, prompting Loki to follow through soundlessly until your lips eventually meet in a frenzy of movements that leave you pulling at each other’s flesh.
Groaning, Loki reaches for your hair and grips it as his lips messily glide from your mouth to your cheek, then to your chin, eventually ending at the side of your neck where he latches on. As he does you let out a soft moan, your lips widely parting at the feeling of his tongue pressing down against your flesh in between swift bites that leave your skin blooming with bruises. “I could ruin you, you know,” he whispers against them, the formation of his words across your wounds sending you over the edge as you feel him work to lift you onto his cock, holding you steadily against the head.
“Is that a promise or a threat?”
Before you receive an answer he’s entering you with everything he has, his hardened flesh pushing through your heat in a chorus of throaty gasps as he rocks back and forth, feeling your weight shift as you lean backwards and reach for his thighs.
Steadying yourself, you grip the tops of them with greedy hands, thumbing the patterns of newly unveiled blue as he repeats his movements, bucking into your wet cunt with a new kind of force that leaves you shaking and grinning because god he’s just so beautiful.
His body, drenched in lapis, looking like the ocean itself, is stunning and radiant, ebbing and flowing against your Midgardian complexion as you lean forward and envelope his lips again, showing him that he’s worthy.
He’s worthy and you’re willing and as he pistons into you, your inner walls aching for that last final snap of the band, you can’t help but tell him. Over and over with each passing wave of pleasure, you speak to him in praises, telling him repeatedly how amazing he is and how good he feels and how after everything he’s been through he deserves to feel loved.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Loki,” you tell him, even though you’d much prefer to tattoo it into his skin in shades of navy; a reminder that despite the green he often drapes himself in, blue is truly his colour.
Opening his mouth to respond, he’s quickly met with your lips again, his words becoming lost behind your teeth and tongue as you swallow his pride and hate and everything that's ever needed to be pulled out of his system. Like a leech, you rip from him the worst parts of his being; the outward flesh that covers his Jotun form that’s been mistreated and left to suffer; the vile words of his father all those years ago; the abuse he experienced under the hands of Thanos.
And with each new breath, Loki begins to better understand these efforts. Slowly but surely, his mind, once clouded with thoughts of angst and regret, begins to fill with something new entirely —something soft and warm that makes his stomach twist into knots as he fills you up further and further, the sounds of your wanton moans shrouding him in bliss.
At this moment, Loki’s engulfed in ecstasy. He’s elated and delighted; covered in a sense of euphoria he’s never felt before. Hopelessly, he wants to laugh and cry and scream —to take you as you are just as he is he, coated in blue like sapphires and the sky and little robin’s eggs in the spring.
Because right now he’s your favourite colour and he knows it. He knows it because everything to you that’s beautiful is blue and no longer is he the exception. In fact, Loki’s the rule now; an ever-present reminder of just how glorious your favourite colour can appear through the naked eye as it fucks into you, pushing you over the edge until you’re panting and gripping, and asking him to ruin you over and over again.
He wants to ruin you forever if he can —if it feels like this— because the high he gets from being with you is intoxicating. It’s everything he never dreamed of and as he feels those final twitches press against your insides, he knows it’s all he’ll ever dream of now.
In shades of blue, he’ll dream of only you.
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Press Play Pt. 2
Roman Reigns x Black Female! OC (Xena)
Rating: 18+
Warning: No warning really, just sad times 😔.
“Being the girlfriend to a famous divorced father of 5 wasn’t your plan at 26 years old. You trusted him with your life, so you agreed to film a little something, but now you regret ever meeting him when your whole life is exposed.”
A/N: Last part on next Sunday and it’s gonna be something special. I hope you all enjoy this part and I may or may not have given another cliffhanger.
GIF: @jeysuso
It’s been a week since the video leak and since you last saw Roman. And let’s just say the media has YET to let up.
“Roman Reigns, Rated R?! Take A Sneak Peak Into The Spicy Life Of The Hot and Heavy Heavyweight.”
“Roman Reigns Purposely Post His Sex Tape In Spite Of Ex-Wife’s New Beau?!”
“Roman’s Slut, Gold Digging Girlfriend EXPOSED For The Clout Chaser She Is.”
“Roman Reigns Losing Fans?! Did He Release His Tape In Order To Suffice His Absence On SmackDown?!”
Yeah it was a lot…
But, nonetheless you had a huge support system around you and they made you feel better.
The video wasn’t that bad as no one saw anything other than the curve of your ass. But you shouting how much of a little cock slut you were. That one part stretched across social media and your Instagram comments was filled with “I’m a little slut” and “Fuck me harder daddy.”
The day of the incident swirled in your head back and forth. The tears in Roman’s eyes was unlike anything you’ve seen before. His deep and uncontrollable breaths broke your heart.
As much as you loved him, he hurt you bad. Nearly 300 missed calls in only a week. 440 text notifications and 50 attempted FaceTime calls. Through your Ring Doorbell, you could see his many attempts to reach you in person.
You were hiding out at your best friend’s house knowing he would try to see you, but you’d have to go home soon since your best friend was going to see her family.
“You’re gonna have to go eventually sis.” You sat on her couch, wig barely on, nails chipped, tissues all around you, and a tub of ice cream as your new best friend. “Do I have to?!” You put on your best puppy dog eyes.
“Sweetie that’s not gonna work on me. I’m gonna see my family and I don’t want to come back to police tape surrounding my front yard.”
Rolling your eyes you sat up and began to clean up. “Look sis, I want to be better. You’ve always been tough and I know you’ve gotten over this. The real problem is, you’re missing Ro.” The mention of his name made you tense.
“Can we not Taylor?!”
“Xena… we have to. I know you miss him, but he didn’t mean to.” “HE HURT ME TAY.” The tears began to form in your eyes at the thought of your fall out.
Hands on hips, Taylor wasn’t feeling your reaction.
“That man has made you the happiest I’ve ever seen. It’s been THREE YEARS, you can’t just ditch out on him for something you don’t even talk about anymore. Every night it’s, ‘why did he hurt me?!’ ‘I thought he loved me.’ ‘He was supposed to be the one, we talked about marriage and kids’, and you just want to throw that away over a mistake. If I recall you agreed to a sex tape, and of course you didn’t want it out there, but it is and the best thing you could is hear him out.”
You sat down, absorbing everything Taylor just said and she was right.
Roman made a mistake, a really, stupid mistake. But, you knew his heart and knew he didn’t mean what he did. You weren’t the only suffering in this situation. His kids were suffering, his family, his business, and he himself was suffering.
“You know what you need to do Xe.”
“I do.”
“You guys still have that baecation booked and I’m pretty sure you can’t cancel.”
Your eyes jumped out of its socket in realization. You and Roman planned a little trip to Bora Bora to spend more time together.
And now… you had to come face to face with him.
Roman’s POV
I’ve called and called and called, but to no avail. Even though the clips that circulated are no longer visible, nothing can ever be erased from the internet.
My ex-wife’s barking finally stopped. My kids last four kids are pretty young, and don’t understand. My oldest daughter definitely knew what was going on. Luckily, she didn’t disown me as her father, but she definitely was disappointed. I didn’t teach her to do that, so I shouldn’t have done that.
But, the only thing on my mind was Xena.
Her smile, her eyes, her hair, her stunning body, the way she laughed, the way she hugged me, the way she kissed me, the way she looked at me , and just the overall way she loved me.
I never felt so loved by someone in my life.
I stared at the diamond ring resting on my bedside table. I came up with the idea to plan a getaway to Bora Bora, which Xena thought was just to spend more time together. But, in reality it was plan to propose.
I’ve been with this… well I guess was in a relationship with this woman for three years. My parents loved her, my kids, and even my ex-wife had a relationship with her. Lying in bed alone at night was something I haven’t felt in a long time.
The tears began to well just at the mere thought of her gorgeous smile and beautiful chemistry between us. I began to sob, missing her badly.
The trip still fluttering in my mind, as we had to leave tonight and I was afraid I’d be leaving by myself. As my tears began to dry, I heard my phone ding. Strengthening my self back up, I pick up my phone and my mouth dropped.
“La’u Tausala 🤩😈.”
iMessage
I quickly open up my phone wondering what she had to say after ignoring me for so long.
“Don’t forget about the trip, you’re supposed to pick me up at 6 tonight.”
My heart couldn’t stop beating. I could tell she wasn’t really mad at me, cause she’d totally would block me.
“Of course, I’ll be there at 6. Also, I’m really sorry angel. It was never my intent to release that tape, it was private and I invaded your privacy. I hope you could have it in your heart to understand how remorseful I am. I love you baby with every fiber in my being, and I can’t see myself without you. I’ll see you tonight ❤️.”
Seen
Xena’s POV
It was 5:54 and I was currently wrestling my luggage, trying to get it to close.
It was a trip to Bora Bora, so of course I wasn’t bailing. But, I really didn’t want to see Roman right now. Yet, Taylor was right, I missed him badly and I was totally over the comments and headlines.
The hurt in my heart still yearned and longed. Then, the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs and looked out the window. Roman’s black Escalade stood tall in my driveway. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
There he was…
Tall, dark, and handsome.
His tan and lean body clad in an all black sweatsuit, all black Jordan’s enclosing his feet.
His hair kept well in a tight ponytail. Not a strand out of place.
“Hey.”
You draw from your thoughts and spoke up.
“Hey, umm I’m still trying to get my suitcase to close so I’ll out in a second.”
“I can help out if you want.”
I contemplated whether or not I should let him in, but I just couldn’t.
“No, I-I got it. Just wait in the car for me please.” He smiled lightly and headed back to the car. I close the door and held my back against it.
“I don’t even know what’s gonna happen on this trip and honestly I don’t wanna know.”
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What’s gonna happen on the baecation?! Find out next week on the final part to “Press Play”
THE END.
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hello there!! 🫶🏼 first i wanna thank you so much for reading and rb my gunil fic, i appreciate the support truly 🥹
as i saw your hard thoughts are open i’ll let myself rant about yeonjun, he’s my bias from txt and ughhhhh this man, i go crazy every time i see his pretty face
one thing i LOVE about him is his confidence and how he carries himself it’s so attractive !!! i just need him to fuck me SO rough and deep in doggy style i feel his cock in my throat 😣 and i really really need him to talk cocky behind me the entire time, about how good he’s giving it to me and how no one ever has fucked me this good before, and no one else will 🤤 he’s the only one that can make me cum multiple times till i can’t think straight, and he always makes sure that i don’t forget that
oof, sorry if it’s too much, but it’s what he does to me 😭
hiii sweetie !!
thank you so much for supporting me too, and really i'm so happy to have finally found a blog about xh, and you're also feeding my gunil delulu thoughts so it's a win win 🤭 and it's definitely not too much, because i think this man have such an effect on everyone. even if he's not my bias (i'm a soobin girly), i'm still drooling over him, especially those edits with the weeknd starboy... they have me going feral fr ! thanks for the ask !
and you're definitely right, this man is overly confident and it's hella attractrive. but he has every right to be : one look at him is enough to understand why he's so cocky all the time. this man is talented, successful and so, so attractive. everywhere he goes, he has all eyes on him, including yours, and that's the only thing that really matters to him in the end.
his cockiness translates in the bedroom too, because how could he not when he knows that one word from him gets you on your knees in a matter of seconds ?
yeonjun loves to take you from behind, loves to stare at your ass and loves the way your back arch even more to let him reach deeper into you. with every thrust of his hips, the noise of skin colliding was echoing through the room. every time he got home after a show, he had spare energy to lose, and he was also so cocky, spurred by the way you were crying out his name as he pounded your tight cunt.
"that's it pretty girl, scream my name, let everyone hear how much you love it."
another moan escaped you, and yeonjun answered by a low grunt as he sped up his rhythm, fucking you more and more roughly as you let out more whimpers.
"dumb little slut, cannot think of everything beside my cock, huh ?"
he was so full of himself, borderline degrading you but it made you throb around his dick. if it was every other man, you would've been offended, but when it came out of yeonjun mouth, it was almost a compliment.
"fuck, i'm fucking you too well yeah ? that's why you can't talk anymore ?" and you sobbed at his words, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to hold on to something. "shh baby, i know it's so good, i know… so greedy, you already cum two times and you still want more ?"
you knew better than not answer him without his permission, so you nobbed your head as best you could in your current position and headspace. you mewled when his fingers digged into the flesh of your sides, using your body as leverage to fuck you even harder.
"that's alright, i know no one has ever fucked you like that before. i know no one could ever fuck you like that, i'm the only one that can make you feel like that."
and he's right, he's always right. he fucks you as if he exactly knew the right timing, the right pressure, the right rhythm to make you fold.
"say it. say that i'm the only one. let everyone hear how good i'm fucking you." your lack of answer earned you a harsh slap on your ass, making you moan even louder. "say it, or you're not cumming." "yes junnie ! only you make me feel like that." "good girl, now you can cum."
your orgasm washed over you as soon as you heard his order, pleasure so intense your vision blurred. your body became limp, and if it wasn't for yeonjun holding your hips up, you would've collapsed on the mattress.
"gonna give my cum to you baby, i know you want it."
you could only whine in response, unable to even shake your head yes or no. overstimulation was stinging, but it hurt so good. and yeonjun knew that, he always knew what to do. when he painted your walls white, and you were reaching your climax again, you definitely knew that yeonjun had ruined you for any other men.
#yeonjun#txt smut#txt hard thoughts#txt hard hours#yeonjun smut#choi yeonjun#yeonjun hard thoughts#yeonjun hard hours#eli answering your questions#eli's moots
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A lot of asks under the cut:
I think we figured out that this fandom can’t take criticism of anything, they had a meltdown when people called out a fictional character for being an ass, so I can imagine with them being unable to comprehend that some people do not like their queen.
I don’t understand why the concept of some people not liking other people is so horrifying and impossible to understand.
They’re all public figures, people base their opinions on what they see, some people will be indifferent, some won’t like them, some will like them, some will love them, some will hate them.
Looking for all the excuses right out of the ass why someone would hate them and it’s definitely not the idol’s fault… it is just… it ain’t that deep.
It’s fucking embarrassing honestly.
You will need to be a bit more specific regarding which issues 😅
I don’t know what she was thinking or what MS was thinking and I’m pretty happy that their situation isn’t my problem and I don’t need to go too much into it 😂 What they’re showing the public is painful to watch. We will never know what exactly was going on there but what we see/know isn’t pretty.
She shouldn’t be in the limelight because she hasn’t accomplished anything to deserve it. She isn’t in one anyway, the only people who know about her are people interested in Michael enough to care who he has kids with and find out her name AND then actually care to follow her.
I love that you said “wives” because their fans keep on making AL a wife but MS had her pop two kids out but didn’t pop the question himself.
Throw in a few “ewww” “disgusting” “depraved” “sickos” “sexist” and you’re nearly there 😂
Oh yeah - if this was about a man and a woman and they’d do 5% of what MS/DT do then you’d have articles written about it and everyone talking about it. It’s only automatically a joke because they’re two dudes.
Imagine if a man said “she’s easy to fall in love with” “I love her” “she’s my lover” stared at her lovingly constantly, called her “his partner”, and his other partner would call them “boyfriend/girlfriend”, media would be all over it and nobody would be screaming “disgusting” or a joke.
The biggest irony is that this fandom is supposed to be open minded 😂
She got pregnant at a young age by a stranger and ever since has been living in a bubble where she’s worshipped for existing by her man’s fandom who’s ensuring her she doesn’t need to do anything to be called a queen. The only jobs she scored were sorted out by him. I’m not surprised she’s still a muppet who’s learned nothing and doesn’t want to leave the fantasy bubble tbf.
She’s been obsessively copying GT to the point where I think GT has been smoothly taking the piss out of her partly for it. From “soooo linked” to “throw her a hashtag and see if it sticks” to “oh you have Getty image, here’s a cute selfie my hubby took with your man when he was happy”. Song choices have been funny too.
This fandom went downhill really quick. I scroll my dash maybe once a day and hope to see a few nice arts, scrolling through words. Art gives me the ick sometimes too unfortunately. Every time I read something I don’t even know wtf people are talking about anymore. It has nothing to do with the show.
When S3 comes out I will watch it and never check what anybody else thought about it. People ruined S2 for me and I’m not letting them do the same with S3.
Thank you for still reading this blog :)
Bruh I wish. I fucking wish. But suddenly it won’t apply when he goes all nepo on this show anyway. It’s gonna be spot the relative season.
You’d probably need to ask him this question 😅
They had one night stand, she got knocked up, he sold a lot of what he had and moved to Wales, she wanted to be big shit but the only jobs she scored were sorted out by him, she got pregnant again, she likes to take digs about him and his looks, he started looking miserable as hell with her, he paid her for a photoshoot and had GT do her promo, yet again it flopped, so now she’s suddenly feeding everyone how she totally luvs him (still slips a dig in because she can’t help herself) because heart grows fonder when shit doesn’t work out.
I don’t know why he’s with her. Maybe he’s actually deeply in love with her but decided to show the whole world that he is miserable with her for shits and giggles. Maybe they play up zero chemistry for cameras for some reason. Maybe he loves her so much he never speaks about her but perks up the second “DT” is mentioned and goes off about how much he loves him, how easy he’s to fall in love with, how good he looked in a kilt… Yeah that makes zero fucking sense, doesn’t it 😂
Responsibility I guess.
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Henry Cavill has felt quite off for the longest time getting on his motorcycle he rides off in to the desert just blasting through the area as if he is in a race.
Story request by @male-meat-suit
Someone always feels like they beside him one way or the other he can’t escape it so he might as well make a run for it as far as he can go.
Henry checking his area through the mirror can help himself because every once in a while he keeps seeing a stranger in the view mirror.
Unfortunately for him he has no idea what
is to come this day the more he revs up the motorcycle getting him hard this should not be happening.
The power of the motorcycle revs up in even more roaring in to the road as he speeds in to the desert and the gas from the pipe blows up.
The motorcycle starts to glow blowing up in a shiny silver color channeling in to his body Henry does not know why but there is a true reverb happening.
A pair of arms reach on to him grabbing and groping him as he squirms on the seat he is in a sea of madness as his aura is now on a sexual high.
Suddenly, his body is losing absolute control every action, thought and motion is a totally robotic and he is no longer in control of his body.
A woosh or power rushes coming up from the bottom of feet shoots up in to the nerves occupying his body inside him he can feel a another soul.
His mind is spinning a figure in back of his mind a new figure standing alone in a dark shadowy figure looming over him growing stronger by the second.
“DAMN IT! Why this feeling go?”
“And what is with the glint?”
“A mirror trick?”
“BLAST”
“Calm down”
“Let me stop here and grab some water “
“I can’t help this feeling”
“Is someone watching me”
“Creepy “
“My head is spinning”
“Uuuugggghhhh!”
“Oh God!”
“Why am I so hard?”
“About to cum”
“FUCK”
“I am in control now”
“Who are you ?”
“Relinquish your body to me”
“Nnnooo Ssstttoooppp!”
His blue revels with a surge of electrical red bloody currents causing his cock to shoot cum through his pants instantly getting harder.
The pain pricking him causing him to soar, grow stiff and hard as they become totally immobile losing his balance he crashes to the floor.
His head spins blacking out in to semi aware drop in to unconsciousness with his body in a catatonic state of nothingness and black bleakness spreads.
Awakening in this space he lifts himself up in to the sky he sees the man an unimportant guy so unimpressive young guy with no muscle.
His super level definition of height he is now overshadowing the nerdy young man’s who stares at him with no fear or worry to his deflation.
In real time his body aimlessly his body is back on his feet checking out the area to see no cars coming and begins to strip off his clothes.
His hands digging under his shirt letting the sun shine on bus washboard abs throwing it to the side and his hands on his bely is next it’s sexy.
He hates this deep need to be used, lusted after and watched as the man is overtaking him it’s disgusting to me and it’s the stupid ridiculous.
The belt slides off, pants are unbutton and zipper drawn and it’s no more privacy from here. The pants are off leaving nothing but ones imagination.
Striking a pose he props up his cellphone on a display of rocks as he poses for a multiple sets of showcasing his body and even does a video recording.
“Hey I am Henry Cavill, I am fine, and vain.”
“I would never say that..you are liar”
“We can’t here you “
“Mwahahahahaha “
“The heat is killing me”
“And I am hot”
“It’s my body “
“Not anymore “
“Fuck! I won’t let you “
“As if you have a choice “
“I do…I one hundred percent do”
“You have no power here “
“Welcome to the sub space!”
“Hey baby”
“You want this pretty ass”
“I am free”
“To be with you and you “
“Of course you “
“Why am loving this?”
“I am fading! No! Let me go! I want my life…I”
“Bye bye”
“Mwahahahahaha “
“Motherfucking pussy bitch”
Henry Cavill disappears inside his own mind he fell in to swirl submission.
The end
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