▪ Wowwww, okay, my first drabble I hope you enjoy, also, thank you soo much to my wonderful beta-reader Barby @barbyisafangirl for helping me fix this thing because some screws were certainly loose-
How many days has it been since he last saw you? Three? You’ve been gone, again. Yoongi had been trying to talk to you but you just seem to not be here anymore.
He was sick of it, tired of your relationship. It was like he was moving in endless circles, the cycles were never-ending, and left his heart only hurting more each and every try. As much as he loved you, as much as he was willing to keep waiting for your return, you’d always go running back to him.
Hearing the front door open, he climbed off the couch and ran to you. You looked better already, perhaps Jimin had given you more advice on how to deal with relationships. Your disheveled appearance, swollen lips… it all ignited a new wave of nerves for him. Shaking his head a little, he took a deep breath. He had to confront you now, try once more.
Maybe you were going to leave the house again. Maybe this time, you wouldn’t come back for days.
Warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, degradation/humiliation, exhibitionism/semi-public sex, cum play, cheating/infidelity, age gap, mild allusion to violence at the end
A/N: Thanks for the request anon, I apologize for it taking as long as it has! I strayed a little from the request, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Not beta read, this Captain goes down with her ship!
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Perfectly manicured fingernails rake over toned muscles, the fading sun casting an orange glow to the sun-kissed skin. Soft blonde hair soaks with sweat. Tender lips nip at every inch of your skin they can find, moving non stop as filthy words flow from his mouth.
You shouldn’t be doing this. Putting Atsumu’s life at risk.
Sure, you’d spent the entire summer shamelessly flirting with the younger boy- man, he’d declare with a scowl if he could read your mind. You never imagined that all of your not-so-subtle actions would lead you here, pinned against the side of your pool house with his thick length dragging so deliciously along the walls of your soaked cunt.
“Such a fucking naughty girl. Ya get off on this shit don’t ya? Knowing yer husband is right out there, that he could walk in at any minute and catch ya here, stuffed full of my cock and crying like a fuckin’ virgin.”
Your head falls back against the wall, your pussy clenching down around him. He’s right after all- you do love this. The thrill of getting caught, sure, who doesn’t love a risky tryst every now and then. But what really does it for you is how absolutely huge he feels splitting you open. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Cock drunk on the satisfaction that comes from finally being filled, stretched to your limits. “Fuck, Daddy,” you pant, nails digging in more harshly against his skin. A hiss flies through his clenched teeth, but he doesn’t falter, pounding into you relentlessly.
“Or maybe ya get off knowin’ yer precious baby boy is out there. Ya can hear him, can’t ya? Laughin’ with his friends just on the other side o’ the pool. What would he think if he saw ya like this? If he realized his sweet little mommy was nothin’ more than another cockhungry, trophy whore? Maybe we should show him, hmmm? Show him what yer really like.”
It’s absurd the way you clench ever harder around him, so close to the brink of euphoria you can taste it. You should be appalled at the thought of your husband catching you, knowing that he’d make Atsumu disappear before the sun could finish setting. You should be mortified at the idea of your son seeing you split open like this, a puddle on the pool house floor from just how wet you are for his friend. But you only feel that needy desire coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. “P-please, Daddy,” you whine against his cheek, lips seeking his.
“How. the. Fuck. are. Ya. still. So. goddamn. Tight.” Atsumu barks out through gritted teeth, each word punctuated with a long, deep thrust as he batters your cervix. “Yer husband must be slackin’ for you to be like this. So wet. So tight. So fucking desperate.”
You can feel the pulse of his cock deep, the slap of his heavy balls against your ass as he moves even quicker within you. He’s close. The thought of him spilling within you, of walking around for the remainder of the party with his seed dripping from your abused cunt is what does it- pushing you over the edge into that glorious bliss you knew that he could bring you.
Atsumu is quick to follow suit, stilling as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against your skin as he lets out the prettiest high pitched moan. It’s music to your ears, a sound you wish you’d spent the entire summer hearing on repeat.
He sets you gently to your feet, helping you pull up your discarded swim bottoms. His calloused palms slide against the smooth skin of your inner thigh, higher and higher until his finger tips are gliding through your folds, collecting the cum dripping out of you. He pushes it back inside, pressing an entirely too sweet kiss to your lips. His mischievous grin catches you off guard, eyes narrowing as you watch him press his cum covered fingers to your lips, spreading the sticky mixture across them. “Be a good little whore for yer Daddy and go give your husband a nice, wet kiss, yeah?”
He pulls up his swim shorts, walking away with an exaggerated wink thrown back over his shoulder. You peek out of the pool house window, careful to stay hidden from view. A goofy grin stretches across his swollen lips as he flops down onto the lounge chair beside his twin brother, leaning over to whisper something into the grey haired boy’s ear. Osamu’s eyes scrunch in disbelief, his lips turning at the edges in a barely noticeable frown. You busy yourself with looking presentable as you walk out the back of the pool house, taking the long way around to rejoin your husband and his friends.
Gods, does Atsumu feel good. His dick is still coated in your slick, his balls significantly lighter after that hearty release. Best of all is the pure satisfaction of being able to prove his twin wrong. Osamu said he’d never get you to hook up with him, that you were too good for that. Oh how wonderful it feels to be right, especially when Oamu is wrong.
Leaning over the short gap between his lounge chair and the seat ‘Samu occupies, he whispers those lovely words, laughing at his brother’s disbelief. Across from his twin, their best friend Suna’s eyes narrow.
“What are you two whispering about?”
Atsumu accepts the money that Osamu disgruntedly offers him, shrugging with a shit eating grin splitting across his cheeks.
“This idiot fucked yer mom.”
From the other side of the table, Aran groans, pushing to his feet and glaring at them. “Whatever shit you two are about to get into, count me out. Bunch of children, that’s what you are.” Atsumu can only laugh as his oldest friend (aside from Osamu of course) walks away.
Suna pushes to his feet suddenly, towering over Atsumu. He should’ve known that stupid ‘Samu wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. Oh well, the punch will be worth it.
Content: The reader is the daughter of Jeremiah Jesus that was previously married to Tommy Shelby. But after finding out her husband cheated on her she decides to leave him in the middle of the night. Taking his heart and his unborn daughter with her.
Ada looked at her brother in wonder. After everything that’s happened why does he still wish to expand to London? “Why?”
“Why not?” Tommy countered as he looked around the house from his seat, making sure nothing was out of place.
“Did we already receive a warning about expanding to London? I nearly got raped for christ sake!” Ada scoffed as she stood up from her seat walking towards the door. Tommy, as if on cue, followed behind her.
“Ada just think about it. I promise it will be safe. Karl will probably be able to make a few friends in the process.” Tommy urged as he stood in the door way.
“Don’t try to use my son against me to fuel your business endeavors. He’s all I have left and I will not risk his life for a quick buck.”
“That’s not true. You have the rest of us as well.”
“John, Finn, and Aunt Pol, yes. You and Arthur? No. You don’t get the right to talk about family after what you did to Y/n. She waited for you during the war and was with you during the after effects. And what did she get in return?” Ada hissed, a glare deep in her green eyes. Despite how angry she was, she made sure to keep her voice stead as to not alert her son who was probably playing in his room. Tommy clenched his teeth, jaw flexing as he listened to his younger sister’s scolding speech. He knew how much you meant to his two youngest siblings, that much was understandable. You were like an older sister to them almost a second mother. So the attachment they had to you was strong.
Tommy didn’t say anything, instead he looked almost uninterested. If it wasn’t for his tense jaw and shoulders Ada would’ve thought he didn’t care at all. “Ada..”
“You cheated on her. She was so kind, so warm, so understanding. She was like sunshine. And you cheated on her. I’ll never forgive you for that. She helped Aunt Pol raise Finn and I, so obviously she has a big place in my heart. But I didn’t expect her place in yours to be so small. I guess getting your cock wet was more important then your wedding vows with her. Because you were right. You didn’t deserve her.” Ada said in an icy tone, a white knuckle grip on the door knob as she tried her best to stay relatively calm. “Maybe if you were faithful I’d have another niece or nephew.”
“So are you in or not?” Tommy said firmly, obviously trying to stray away from the current conversation.
“I’ll think about.”
—
You held your lovely child against your chest as you laid in bed. The soft curl of the eyelashes to the twitching of their toes had you mesmerized
Youmadethis.
Imperfect you made something so perfect, small, and cute.
Just the thought of it brought tears to your eyes. Your little girl was your saving grace. If not for her you doubt you would’ve been able to handle Tommy’s infidelities. You loved her more than imaginable from the moment you knew she existed.
Your perfect little Amaramias. A Graceful Love.
Rubbing her back slowly caused her to let out a soft yawn, her gloved covered hand twitching in the process. As her eye opened you stared into them happily. God you loved this child.
“Hey baby. Did you have a nice nap?” your voice was soft as you held her. Her soft cooing and leg kicked caused you to giggle and sit up. As you were sitting up you cradled her while you freed one of your breast. “Is Mommy’s little princess hungry?”
Amaramias took a moment to latch on but when she did she suckled freely. Your baby was quite happy and calm, making your life easy but even is she was difficult you’d love her no less.
— ‘old habits die hard;’ people are often reluctant to change their way of doing something, especially something which they have been doing for a long time.
— eren j. x f!reader
“too toxic to stay together. too toxic to stay apart.”
genre ➝ angst, romance & drama
cw ➝ sexual content, toxic relationship, cheating, vulgar speech, eren with a tongue piercing, slight mean!dom eren, f. recieving (oral), soft!dom eren, he just loves you too much to let you go tbh
wc ➝ 15.3k
a/n: it feels like i’ve been away on a hiatus when rly i’ve been doing so much writing, my head feels like it’s going to explode LOL so don’t worry, more to come from me! even tho no one asked for all this angst, i figured there’s ppl out there that like to cry as much as i do so enjoyy & rbs are very appreciated <3
“I’ll do anything! Tell me what to do, just tell me,” Eren begs with his knees pushed into the carpeted floor of the living room, hands clasped together in hopes for a miracle. Hoping that the universe is kind to him for once and helps him keep you from really leaving him this time. It’s almost pointless to hold out so much hope but he’s got no other choice. He’s fucked up this time. He’s really fucked this one up, and doesn’t know how to mend things back together now.
He even worries if this is his last chance at redemption. That there’s not going to be another one after this. That you’re going to walk out of his life for good with no chance of turning this train wreck back around. Eren finds himself spinning at the thought of not waking up next to you in the morning. Not getting another chance to smell yet another wonderful breakfast that you often make when you stay over his place. Missing out on watching you smile and get embarrassed whenever he kisses your cheek in public and lets everyone know that you’re his. That he’s proud to call you his because he is. At least, he thinks so.
No. He’s pretty sure.
Eren’s aware that he should’ve just treated you better. This is the final straw. You’re not going to hear him out this time, and it’s going to break his heart but he gets it. Why should you stay? Why stay with someone that claims to love you but fucks other women when you’re not around? He’s got a problem. He can admit that, and he’s not the type of guy to stick to a committed relationship anyways but there’s something different about you that he just can’t let go of.
You’re special. You care about him. You’re selfless. You’re honest, and loving. You remind him so much of his mom that maybe that’s it. Maybe that’s why it hurts too much to let you go. Carla hasn’t treated him the best but she’s still his mother. A woman he loves more than anyone in the world. All except you. He adores you, but why can’t he show that? Why does he still sleep around knowing he’s got you now? He knows you’re all that he needs but it’s a habit he just can’t break.
He’s got issues, and maybe he has to fix them without you giving him another failed chance at figuring that out.
“I’m sorry, but,” he can feel it. The tightness in his chest. God, it hurts. He wants you to make it stop. To hear him out one last time. Even though you’re standing right in front of him, it looks like you’ve already left him. Your eyes are soulless. Like there’s nothing left. That pains him so much he feels sick to his stomach. What has he done? “There’s nothing you can do now. We’re done here.”
