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batfleshh · 5 months

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Hear me out (please)

Price fucking dog hybrid reader against a wall in his office, ignoring the fact that reader is being loud, and some member of tf141 walking in concerned by the noises

Also do you think price would share the reader with others?

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Price X M!DH!Reader X Gaz

Warnings: MORE DH SHIT CUZ I LOVE FEEDING YALL THIS, DUBBLE PENETRATION 🫡, idk how this position works, getting walked in on, getting bent over a desk bc yer, f slur sandwich, Yall rockin with the Gaz collab??, blowjobs, hair pulling, a single spank, unprotected sex, they cum in u, spit as lube, puppy is said a few times, workplace sex??, no established relationship, idk man gay sex, RAAAHHH, not proofread homies

★ “Little quieter, boy. Gonna get us caught.”

★ That’s usually what the captain would mumble into your ear when you’re both messing around in his office. You whine and whimper as his cock rushes in and out of you, hand covering your mouth as you try to muffle yourself. Usually you’re farther away from the door of his office, bent over his desk or in his lap while he’s inside of you. You felt almost safer this way, your nerves calm as you don’t have to worry about anyone barging in without warning, knowing the recruits have common sense to knock. But this time, he wanted to try something a little different.

★ The captain was feeling dangerous today. Earlier that day, he made some flirtatious comment to you during a small meeting you and some other recruits were having with him. It caught you off guard, so off guard that your ears perked up at it immediately. You cleared your throat and attempted to brush past it, mumbling some sort of reply to Price as he chuckled. You stared at him as he continued to talk, his eyes glancing back at you every once in a while. You fussed about it to him after, only earning more chuckles and much more teasing about it. He gave you a small pat on your head and carried on with his day, leaving you standing there as you glared at him.

★ Later that day, you felt your emotions take a small toll on you, that usual feeling making you miss your captain. You waited around for a while to see if any recruit needed you, before moving quickly to slip into Prices office. When you peaked your face in the door, you saw both Gaz and Price having a conversation at his desk, stopping midway to glance over at who had walked in. You nodded in acknowledgment at Kyle, who gave you a small wave back. You looked over at the captain who gave you a knowing look, already aware of what you had come in for. You waited patiently outside as they finished up their meeting, slipping past Gaz as he left the office.

★ You gently close the door behind you and turn towards John, a small smile on his face as he coaxes you towards him. You make your way over to his desk, immediately attaching yourself to him and hurriedly placing messy kisses to his neck. He mumbles something about you being impatient, but it goes in one ear and out the other. He smirks as he feels you start to tug on his uniform. You begin to whine, feeling him pull you closer and allowing you to take what you want. It didn’t take long before he had you up against a wall, hoisting your legs up around his waist. His hand traveled down to hurriedly free his cock, not taking long after to start sloppily prepping you for it. Soft moans leave your lips as he presses his own against yours, your noises beginning to heighten in volume as his actions continued.

★ Price takes notice of how you attempt to cover your mouth, trying your best to keep you both from getting caught, or anyone hearing you. But your captain was bold, dangerous even. A small smirk crosses his face, moving to grab at your hand gently before snatching up both of your wrists, holding this down in an attempt to keep you from silencing yourself. You try to say something to him about it, only for the sentence to be broken apart as it leaves your lips at the feeling of him picking up his speed. You’re aware you’re being louder than what you’re used to, knowing the walls of his office aren’t that thick. He coos at your reaction to this new territory, wanting to see where this would lead, only if something interesting would happen of course.

★ “You wouldn’t mind getting caught, huh, puppy?,” he teases, his tone making you want to hide away with your face in his neck. Usually he wasn’t this persistent on something like that, but who knows, that’s just what some men are like. It felt like your brain had melted, only nodding along to his words. Any unsuspecting person walking by would assume the only logical reason for those noises, but most are far more curious than others. Gaz decided he could probably drop back in later to ask the captain another question about what they were discussing, but something threw him off. Once he approached Prices office door, he heard something odd. He wasn’t unfamiliar with those kind of noises, but damn, at work?? He would’ve assumed himself crazy, assuming it was some dumb recruits getting it on in their poor captains office! He rolls his eyes as he pushes open the door, getting ready to throw out every order in the book before realizing what was happening in front of him.

★ Price and him make direct eye contact, the captain not stopping, or even slowing, the thrust of his hips. Kyle stands there stunned like a deer in headlights, stuttering out incoherent words. He nearly slams the door shut, but he’s unable to do so as he still looks on, almost mesmerized as you release onto yourself, noises of pleasure still escaping you. The captain smirks and looks back and forth between both you and Gaz, an almost inviting look in his eyes. Kyle quickly shuffles into the room awkwardly, his hands gesturing to words that won’t seem to leave his mouth just yet. He points at you, and back to the captain, and then thinks for a second. Price chuckles and rolls his eyes, fake annoyance present in both actions. “Well, you gonna stand there and look dumb, or are ya gonna come join us, sergeant?,” Price teases, his movements finally slowing down as you finally acknowledge Gazs presence, almost too blissed out to be embarrassed about it.

★ Well damn, what did he have to lose? So as expected, he quickly double checks outside the captains office once more, before moving swiftly near you both. Price slows his thrusts even more, watching intently as Gaz examines what he wants to do. He looks up at Price, searching for some kind of permission as you are moved off of the wall slightly, Kyle slipping in behind you. Your tail begins to sway excitedly as you begin to imagine what’s about to come next, desperate whimpers and whines leaving your lips as you look between both of the men. You feel like you’re in a dream, the fact this is an actual experience is making your head even more cloudy. As expected, Gaz pulls out his cock, giving it a few strokes after spitting into his hand. He moves to place his head onto your shoulder, pushing his cock in alongside the captains. The feeling makes you want to scream, feeling full and desperate at the same time.

★ They both begin to move in and out of you, creating a smooth rhythm that sends you over the edge again, huffing and moaning as another orgasm is pulled from you. Gaz has his hands planted on you, attempting to have a secure hold on you as the captain does the same. Both men set a brutal pace, tears welling in your eyes as you bite at your lip, it almost being too much for poor you. You’re bit on the neck and shoulder by both men as they both release into you, one after the other. They stop to rest after a bit, your legs trembling as they pull out of you. You whine at the loss, still wanting more. Price mumbles a few words to the sergeant before you’re moved over to the captains desk, being bent over across it as your stomach rests on it. You let out a noise of confusion as you look around a bit, only for Price to move in front of you. He gently caresses your head before you feel a pair of hands behind you.

★ You don’t have time to react as you feel Gaz plunge his cock into you, a noise of surprise and pleasure rushing from your lips as your hands grab at nothing on the desk. “Such a good puppy for us, love. Fuck.”, you hear the sergeant grunt out as he enters you. Tears form in your eyes again as Kyle immediately starts off with a rough pace, looking up at Price with a pouty lip and tucked down ears. He reaches his hand down to gently pet at your head, his other hand stroking at his cock as he moves closer to the desk. You already know what’s coming, opening your mouth obediently before you’re even told what to do. The older man chuckles as he grabs ahold of your hair roughly, shoving his cock into your mouth. Drool leaks from around his dick as you gag, feeling Gaz give you a light smack on your ass. Your tail swishes around, happier than ever to be getting treated like this. You’re aware of how gentle they’ll be when they’re done with you, but a small part of you wishes this could go on forever.

★ So yes, I do think Price is a kind man who likes to share <3

★ ~ tags: @rodolfoparras

GOD IM TIRED enjoy this gn

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rose-tinted-kalopsia · 2 months

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≡;-꒰ 𝑿𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑹 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆?

╰┈➤ ❝ xavier x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : fluff, angst if you squint, crying (reader feels a rush of emotions), implications of reincarnation, references to the heartstring symphony card, this will hit different if you've read his anecdotes and myth stories, porn with feelings (if it wasn't obvious yet), first time, kissing and making out, slight dry humping, softdom!xavier, fingering, nipple play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight cockwarming, soft sex, slight teasing, slight cursing, dirty talk, praise, use of pet name "angel", lmk if i missed any tags!!

sneaky link : pretty much a visual of what Goes On in this fic (for the most part) 🤭

wc : 4.2k+

There's no one else who knows you more than Xavier does, and he would prove it to you as many times as he needed to.

"Mmh..."

A soft sigh fell from your lips, shifting down to a pout as a he pulled away from you. "Why'd you stop?" You almost whined, and Xavier chuckled as he shook his head. In response, he only trailed his lips down your jawline; soft, fluttering, barely-there kisses all over your face if only to soothe you for the time being.

"It's late, you know..." He mumbled against your skin, feeling you shudder under his touch.

"But, Xavier...!"

You could feel the grin fighting its way onto his lips at your little complaints, and he moved back up, level with your eyes. But contrary to the tease in his actions, his eyes remained gentle. Soft, like every fibre of his being, and full of so, so much love and adoration. Feelings, you knew, that were only ever reserved for you.

"You're really not sleepy yet?" He ran his fingers through your hair, watching the way your locks would fall gently from his hands, almost as if soothed by the very sight. The contrast in his actions now compared to the way he'd kissed you moments prior only messed with your head, but as always, you found it hard to resist the almost puppy-like gaze he would give you in times like this.

This time it was you who shook your head, a failed attempt to hide the smile that was threatening to peek through. "Are you? I wanna stay up with you a bit longer."

"Well... You've already stayed awake with me the whole night," he chuckled, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose as he pressed his forehead against yours. There was a hint of playfulness in the twinkle of his eyes, and you huffed—

"But not with you," you protested. "Fighting Wanderers with you hardly counts. And then you'll go off again somewhere in the morning..."

Your voice trailed off, and something in your words made his expression change in the slightest.

"Okay," he said, after a moment. Another kiss on your nose, arm moving back over your waist to pull you close. "But, are you... Having those thoughts again?"

"...No, I just..." His gaze never left yours, but you turned your eyes downwards, instead snuggling into his embrace. The way you couldn't complete your sentence spoke volumes, and it was almost as if you weren't bothering to hide it in the slightest.

"Sometimes, you're not very good at lying."

With a sigh, Xavier shifted to guide your chin upwards as if to get you to look at him. "I'm sorry, angel."

You would never tire of how expressive his eyes were.

The way they would widen, ever so slightly, in an almost pleading manner when he knew you were upset— The way they would dance with yours in a fondness so pure, and so loving. You had always thought he never quite knew how to express himself with you, having never been the type to say so many words at once. But by now, you knew, his eyes communicated far more than you'd have ever needed.

"You always say it won't happen again, Xavier, but... You always leave."

"...I know."

His voice became barely a whisper, and you didn't miss the way his eyes dropped momentarily to your lips.

"...And when you get back, sometimes you're still injured..."

"...I know."

You let out a breath, reaching out this time to brush the hair out of his face. "So... Won't you kiss me more?"

You watched as a smile slowly made its way to his features, and he moved closer, closer, lips just barely ghosting yours as his voice seemed to drop an octave lower. "Will that make it up to you?"

"Maybe. If you do it enough times to make up for your absence."

His gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips, taking in every bit of you as your lips parted for him, expectant and wanting. Then, he took it rightfully as your invitation for a little more, and his lips were back on yours immediately, captured in the most tender of kisses that had you melting in his arms.

Elsewhere, his hand trailed over the curve of your back in a sweet, loving caress that had you leaning into him for more, and the shift of the corners of his mouth made it known to you that he knew. You caught the slightest taste of cherry as he moved his lips against yours, as soft as velvet, perfectly in sync as if he'd always known exactly how they would move in the first place.

There was no one else who knew you better than Xavier did, and this was no exception. Not with the way he was keen on getting you all worked up like this, deep, and slow, and barely giving you the chance to breathe before diving back in.

In seconds, his bright blue eyes had yours enraptured, swirling with barely contained mirth as he sucked at your bottom lip, tongue lapping over the swollen flesh before gently biting down.

And, oh, he drove you insane.

Unrelenting, your whimpers remained swallowed into his movements, and the tease in his eyes became more evident. Soft, quiet smacking noises resounded in the room as the kisses became more passionate, your arms wrapping around his neck, slipping out a moan as he gently pushed his tongue inside to meet yours.

Your legs moved to entangle with his, nearly wrapping around his waist—

And then he stopped.

Panting, he pulled away from you yet again, a delicate thread of saliva connecting your parted lips.

"Xavier..." You whined, leaning forward as if to chase the same feeling.

But he placed a finger to your temple and shook his head. "We... Should stop."

"But—! You can't just—"

"Angel."

His tone was one of warning; one he would barely ever use with you if not to keep you in place.

Were you crossing a line...?

You fell silent within moments, but the indignance in your gaze lingered longer than you should have let it. Your disappointment could not have been more evident, and he sighed, taking your hand and guiding it downwards—

Oh.

"I have my limits, too, you know? Any further than this, and I can't promise I'll still be acting with your best interests in mind." With a small smile, he shifted just a bit closer to place another chaste kiss on the tip of your nose, as if in reconciliation. "Won't you be gentle with me?"

You couldn't understand him.

How he was so kind yet teasing; so considerate yet so infuriating. It sent an instant jolt of warmth down to your very core, and even you were not oblivious to the wetness that had pooled between your thighs.

A test; a dare—you wrapped your legs around him and shifted, brushing against his erection and relishing in the quiet groan that fell from his lips.

Xavier's hand gripped yours tightly, and he shook his head once more. "Angel, please," he whispered. "We should only be doing this when you're ready..."

"...And if I am?"

Another roll of your hips, pressing closer against him, and he dipped his head down, grip on your hand tightening as he tried desperately to exercise what little restraint he had left. His gaze moved upwards, pleading. He wouldn't dare to speak, not when he couldn't trust the noises that would fall from his mouth if he did—

But as always, his eyes would speak volumes.

Your gaze softened, this time being your turn to cup his cheeks into a quick peck. "Can I have you?" You mumbled, quietly, searching his eyes. "Here. Now."

You watched as his breath caught in his throat, recognition passing in his eyes as he realized the weight of your words, and the tenderness in your touch. "Is this what you really want?" He was breathless when he spoke, inching closer to you once more, almost as if in disbelief of your words.

And perhaps you, too, were at a momentary loss for words.

Xavier—sweet, loving, patient Xavier... How he would never force you into doing things you wouldn't want, how he would never failingly wait to hear your consent before daring to breach another boundary. This had always been the furthest you both had gone. Still scared to take the next step, it was always you who would withdraw, never testing the line that was drawn yourself.

But, somehow, now was different.

Be it the desperation you had to keep him by your side, or the want that had bore itself in front of you from all that you had been doing just now—the fact, then, was that you'd never felt more safe, and loved, and cherished, than in his arms.

Tonight, you would let him know that.

So your heart thrummed loudly in your chest... And you nodded.

Shyly, your gaze moved away from him, hands drifting to play with the fabric of his hoodie. "I'm... Not being too greedy tonight, am I? By saying yes?" You mumbled softly. "I just... Why does it feel like this, Xavier? Like I've known you my whole life."

He remained silent as you spoke, only stroking the side of your arm in reassurance.

"All this time, I think... I've only been scared. Of diving in headfirst; of giving you my everything when I feel that there's still so much of you that I don't know, so much of you that you won't... tell me." You looked up, noting the reflection of your figure in his eyes. "And yet, you know me so well. Every little action, every little word... I could trust you with my life by now. And I have no choice but to melt into you like I have this entire time, like all I've ever known is to be... loved by you. Have we met before, Xavier? It feels like... Maybe, in another life, I've had you there with me, too."

His eyes softened, momentarily flashing with an inexplicable yearning that you couldn't quite place. And then he laced his hands with yours, gently shifting your positions to have you lying beneath him. "Yeah," he whispered, "that sounds like something I'd do." Tears sprung at your eyes with his words, and he traced them away, thumb rubbing against your cheek in the most tender of motions. "I would love you in every lifetime. And if you want me to prove it to you, then... Maybe you'll find out that it's me who's the greedy one."

With that, his lips were on your neck, hands roaming your body and relishing your soft gasps against the crown of his head. Lower, lower—in careful, deliberate motions, his fingers worked the buttons of your blouse to have you open and bare for him, teeth grazing the skin of your nape as you tilted your head with a quiet moan.

He let out a slow breath as he took in the sight of you, trailing his hands from your stomach up to your breasts. Your breath hitched as you watched, hands kneading your tits and his own eyes transfixed in the way they would mold into his hands, soft, supple, his.

"Xavier..." A quiet mumble of his name before he leaned in to take your nipple in his mouth, eyes wandering back up to meet yours. He didn't respond, but his lips almost seemed to twitch up into a smile.

The way he looked at you sent waves of pleasure to your core. Soft, innocent Xavier... Now, he held within him unbridled desire, his mouth wrapped around your sensitive nub, pulling and sucking, flicking and swirling his tongue against it before taking it back in. His pupils darkened in a way you've never seen them do before. There was a certain kind of lustful warmth shimmering within their depths, easily replacing that sleepy gaze you were much more used to seeing.

Then there was a soft "mmm" against your skin before he pulled back with a pop, reaching to roll your other nub between the pads of his fingers, allowing a smile to form on his features. A sharp intake of breath was all you could do to keep from melting underneath him.

"You're so pretty like this, angel," he leaned up to nuzzle against your neck, savoring your warmth. His actions eminated only a shred of lingering restraint, replaced instead by a brimming sense of urgency. He rut slowly up between your thighs, eliciting a whimper from your lips that he caught back into his own.

It was familiar; his lips against yours, already swollen from how much you had kissed just moments prior. But there was something in the way he kissed you now that had you shuddering under the weight of his want, an honest and open display of desperation for you, conveyed with each and every kiss.

Slowly, slowly, his hand edged downwards, slipping past the waistband of your shorts to gently palm at your clothed cunt—he sighed at the sound of your moans, leaning back once more as his eyes roamed over your body, nothing less than pleased.

"Beautiful, beautiful," he mumbled, seemingly mostly to himself as he dragged down the only restricting articles of clothing you had left. The cool air hitting the heat of your core made you shiver, and you immediately reached out for him in the face of your sudden exposure.

"Xavier..." You whined, feeling almost like prey under his gaze, gripping tightly onto his hoodie. But he kept you close, arms now on either side of your head as he leaned in, placing soft, fluttering kisses all over your jawline.

"It's alright," he murmured. "I've got you."

His shifted as his fingers ghosted lightly over your knee, slowly sliding up before snaking downwards in a repeated motion, prying you open little by little. Though meant to lull you into comfort, his touch left a trail of heat in its wake, and you whimpered, reaching out to place your hand on his cheek.

"Am I going too fast? Do you want to stop...?"

You were silent for a moment before shaking your head, hand falling back to rest on your side. "N-no, just... Nervous..."

Xavier softened at your honesty. "We'll go slowly. One step at a time. Do you trust me, angel?"

"Always, Xavier."

"Okay. I'll take care of you, warm you up. It'll feel so good, angel, I promise." His voice was low as he nibbled at your ear, shaky breaths hitting in warm exhales that rendered you speechless.

You trusted him; you meant it.

Even as you felt yourself jolt when he snaked his hand ever-so-close to your core; even as he swiped over your slit to gather your slick onto his finger, wet sounds reaching your ears and almost making you want to bury yourself alive. With your eyes locked desperately onto him, you couldn't see what he was doing, but the pleasure that raked through your body at even the slightest of his touches had you reeling—it felt embarrassing, almost, to have unfurled so easily beneath him.

But Xavier only chuckled.

"Good girl," he whispered, and a gasp fell from your lips that made him smile. "So wet for me. So easy for me to just... Slowly..."

You felt an almost alien intrusion into your cunt, long and slender, your mouth falling open in a frozen gasp.

"Feel good, angel?" He was attentive to you, watching your every reaction, making sure he kept his promise well. And when he glided his finger out only to press back in, he got the very answer he needed—a louder moan of his name, your hands immediately gripping the sheets beneath you. His eyes relaxed, the tips of his mouth curling up yet again with satisfaction, and he repeated the same motions: slow, gentle, delighting in the warmth of your walls around his finger.

"One more, angel. I'll need to stretch you out a little. Okay?"

Soft, soothing words against your ear guided you into his rhythm as he slipped in a second digit, fingers pumping in and out of you, curling ever so slightly to brush against a certain spot as if he knew exactly where it was from the start.

"Xavier— Xavier—" His actions drew out soft chants of his name, and he dipped his head down to suck on your neck, the sting from his bruising swirling in tandem with the feeling of his fingers stretching you out so deliciously.

"That's it, angel. What a good girl for me."

His thumb pressed on your clit, circling it a few times before moving back to rub against it, fingers still working inside of you pleasurably. Xavier hummed, mumbles of how wet you were and how tight you clenched around just his fingers—and then when you arched your back as if to ask for more, he pulled away with an incriminating schick that made you flush.

Slowly, he brought his fingers up to his mouth, closing his eyes with a moan as he sucked on them, savoring your taste. Your body burned at the sight, his words once again eliciting a soft whimper. He looked back at you with half-lidded eyes: "Mmh, next time," he murmured, "I'll definitely taste you properly."

Swallowing thickly under his gaze, you barely even processed his words, only allowing him to guide you in sliding down his clothing, a low groan resounding as his cock sprung free. Your eyes betrayed any attempts at staying calm; taking in the sight of him swollen and leaking, from all his attempts at self-control.

"Xavier..." you whispered, voice hushed, reaching out to touch him.

But he stopped you, hand on your wrist.

"No. If you touch me, I... I won't be able to please you..." His mouth turned down into a little pout, the familiar, puppy-like gaze making a momentary return before he gently moved your legs further apart, a hand on his base as he steadied himself above you. "Next time. There'll be plenty of opportunities like this in the future, and I promise you can have your way with me then."

Next time.

The thought of repeating another night of pleasure with him made you shiver with giddy excitement, even as he teased the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"It might hurt a little..." He reached over to stroke the side of your face, concern ridden in his eyes even though the flush of pleasure was evident at the tips of his ears. "So tell me if you need me to stop. Okay?"

Carefully, the head of his cock finally pushed its way in, slowly sheathing itself inside of you.

"Aa-ahh...!"

A broken cry left your lips before you could stop it, clenching immediately around his length, and Xavier gently thumbed at your cheeks.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay. I've got you."

Soft whispers over your lips as he gradually eased himself in, your walls sucking around him and taking him bit by bit. The sting of it was unimaginable; the burn against your walls foreign enough to bring tears to your eyes. But when he bottomed out inside of you, his entire body pressed against yours—immediately, Xavier was kissing all over your face, drawing soothing shapes into your skin if only to distract you, unable to hide the concern that lingered in his eyes. "Are you okay, angel? Is it bad? You're really tight around me right now..."

All you could do was nod as he kissed your tears away, whimpers falling from your lips as you tried to relax your breathing.

Yet, you could feel, it wasn't quite that it hurt—the pain would fade into numbness, a feeling of being full—but your tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked at him, knowing he was finally, finally, as close as he could be.

"Hey, hey... What's wrong, angel? You're doing so well... You take me so well, angel, why are you crying?" You could hear his concern melting into a twinge of sadness, pressing his forehead against yours and searching your eyes for an answer of his own. "Does it still hurt? I'm sorry... Just a few moments, angel. I promise, I'll make you feel so, so good... Really good, angel, I swear..."

But you shook your head. Sniffling, willing yourself to stop crying, you reached up to put your arms around his neck. "No, Xavier, I'm just... Happy."

His expression changed, eyes widening slightly.

"How else can I say it...? It's always felt like there's no other place I could be safer than with you. And now, I... I have you."

You buried your face into his neck, taking several deep breaths. "I love you. So much. More than you could think, more than you could know. A-and, I'm just—happy. To give myself to you. Like... like this..."

You felt him swallow thickly at your words, his cock twitching inside of you as you felt the brunt of the effects you truly had on him. Gently, he lifted up your head, warmth, and love, and longing in his eyes that immediately swallowed you whole. "I love you, too," he whispered. "I always have. I always will."

Wiping the rest of your tears away with a soft smile, he placed another quick kiss on your lips. "May I?"

And you nodded.

Slowly, you felt his cock slide out of your wetness, the feeling of his length rubbing against your walls having you draw out a shaky breath. And then he thrust all the way back in—again. And again. And again.

Soon, his cock was thrusting in and out of your sopping wet pussy at a soft pace, hips moving against yours as he pressed against you, his lips at your shoulder dropping out soft, hushed moans of your name.

"Fuck," he cursed, shifting to bury his head into your chest as he shuddered, hot breath fanning over the curve of your breasts. "I've wanted this... For so long—"

“X-Xavie— ah—hn—”

You moaned in tandem, feeling completely at his mercy. In all that he was, he was gentle with you—soft, sultry rolls of his hips against yours, your fingers gently laced together as he brought them up to either side of your head, holding you in place enough to steady himself.

And yet, all you could do was melt.

When he raised his head to look at you once more, his hair fell over his face, silvery strands wet and sticky with sweat. You caved under this gaze of his—so vulnerable and exposed, yet the safest you had ever been, here in the warmth radiating off of your bodies as he claimed you. "So good, angel," he breathed, angling perfectly for his tip to brush against the spongy spot on your walls, just as if he had your pussy completely memorized.

In response, breathless pants fell from your lips, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking him in place. You could relish the way his moans tangled with yours, his thrusts deep and filling, the slight, rhythmic creaking of your bed a testament to your passionate intimacy.

"Xavier," you whispered, "Xavier, Xavier, Xavier—"

He chuckled, lightly, and then when he kissed you next, releasing your hands in favor of cupping your face, entangling his fingers in your hair—the both of you were far too caught up in each other to bother. The plush fabric of his hoodie pressed warmly against your exposed chest. Tongue met tongue in a sloppy exchange of excess saliva, hushed moans melting between your lips... The squelch of your cunt and the soft pap, pap, pap of his skin against yours filled the room. Like this, you could barely bring yourself to conjure any thoughts that weren't just Xavier, Xavier, Xavier.

"...Tight," he gasped, parting from your lips as his eyes trailed down your body, lingering over where the two of you were connected. There was a white, milky ring around the base of his cock as he watched it disappear, time and time again, into the greedy walls of your pussy. "You're squeezing me... Tighter, and tighter— Fuck—"

You watched as his eyes closed, as if willing to control himself despite his length snugly wrapped into your heat. His breathing molded into sharp huffs, and you clawed at his back in raw pleasure, fisting into the soft clothing, desperate to pull him closer than close—as close as you possibly could be.

"I-I think..." You struggled to find words as you buried your head into his hair, taking in the scent of his sweat, his shampoo, and him.

"Mmh... Close?" Xavier thrust into you deeply, and the whimper you emitted served as enough proof. "It's alright. Cum for me, angel."

His words and the way he held you flush against his body sent you spiraling, vision blanking as you froze, legs in the air, a long, drawn-out moan of his name the last on your lips before all else was reduced to rapid breaths.

Immediately, your pussy clenched tight around him as he continued to pump inside of you, his own soft, rhythmic strokes becoming more erratic, more harsh. The sensitivity had you whining, but before you could dare to speak, he pulled you in and kissed you deeply, moaning loudly into your mouth.

You could feel it—your insides painted white, hot spurts of his cum hitting your walls, movements gradually stilling to a stop.

For a moment, the two of you stayed still, your legs relaxing enough to fall back over his waist, keeping him warm inside of you as you caught your breaths in silence.

You felt soft sighs into your hair as he tucked you under his chin—"...I love you," he murmured.

He nuzzled into your locks.

"And I'm... Sorry. That I disappear a lot. That I go places without telling you. I... don't want to disappoint you, so..."

You shifted, looking at him with a pout. "Please don't promise me something you won't be able to keep..."

"...I know. But I'm saying... I'll do my best. Not to make you worry. And I'll return home safe and sound, and you'll... You'll have me. You'll always have me. Okay, angel?"

A smile played at your lips. "Okay."

"For now, let's... get you cleaned up."

『 Have we met before? Maybe in another time I loved you; maybe you're the one that I would run to, don't know why it's all a blur. I think I know you... 』

⁺₊ / an: happy valentines !!!!!! the basis of this is that if xavier waited for us throughout multiple timelines... then him knowing us like the back of his hand should also apply to this context, no? i think it can't be more obvious than this just how much love i have for xavier... little pookie... he deserves the world...

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theauthorunicorn · 6 months

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1 A.M. | Gojo Satoru

an unmistakable angst festering within me that I need to let out.

note: if i was to be asked what type of drabbles, fanfic that i could and would read in my lifetime, I'll choose angst, that undescribed feeling that you wanted to punch the wall and angrily shout at someone. anyway, enjoy! reblogs, comments and like is really appreciated :)

not proof read

word count: 1128 word (wow)

Gojo Satoru x Reader

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Satoru can't be explained in few words, if you can describe him, you'll be lost in your own words. Before, there were days that you only look at him, afar, adoring and silently loving him. But, for the past few years he is, was yours and you were his.

It didn't take long for him to fall in love with you, with his best friend out of the picture you gladly fill out the empty vastness within him. Shoko was there as well but you gave him the kind of attention that he needed that time.

For the past few months, you've been noticing the distance between the two of you. You assured yourself that you may be feeling this way since you've never seen each other and spent time together. Satoru also promises that the missions had been taking him to places and made him tired, so he'll just stay on his apartment to rest and will see you soon - this promise were also accompanied by mumbled I miss you and whispers of I love you's.

Late Saturday evening you're both watching the TV. You leaned comfortably in the sofa scanning the channels to land on a perfect show while Satoru was laying on your lap maybe asleep.

A long sigh broke the silence, "I'm sorry," you lowered down the volume, "I just can't find a good show."

He hummed in agreement, "Nah, your good." He said as he traced line over your skin.

"Do you think I changed?" Satoru asked without looking at you.

"What do you mean? Physically or what?" You played together with his antics.

"I mean, you spent a lot of time waiting for me and then I'll just call or text you that I will not be coming or even ditching our dates just because I was busy."

He noticed it too, "Uhm, I guess I understand your tired and missions had been longer and tiring, you know, so, I also try to understand it." You answered him.

"I just want you to know Y/N that I still feel the same way as when I first met you." He muttered. You can see that his trying to give you the assurance through his words that he can't physically show you.

But how long can you stay.

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You're both standing face to face as you bit your lips as you hold on to your tears, "You know what Y/N sometimes, no, honestly you suffocate me!" Satoru shouted, "How many times did I told you that we were just out drinking and you're here at my house demanding why I did not spend time with you instead? I do get a chance to choose how I spend my time right? I did not sign up for being with you all the time. Fuck, you're so annoying and clingy."

Long arguments with Satoru had been frequent. You're hurt, his word hurt, his gaze towards you hurts everything right now with Satoru hurts. You look at him trying to compose yourself if you should yell at him too, slap him, punch his pretty face, or just say -

"I'm sorry Satoru," you sighed, "I should not come here and demand your attention," you said slowly, "Yeah, missions and stuff is always the priority, right? We need to do that. I understand and I'm really sorry about -"

He looked at you without any emotions, maybe even regret about earlier instead of stopping he continues, "I hate that sometimes I get sick of you, Y/N. Fuck." He curses. The last words he said was so cruel and potent.

"I'm sorry again, Gojo." You look at him one last time trying to hold your tears. "I better get going, you need to rest." You walked away from him with a deep sigh and tears falling on your cheeks. It's one a.m. he should be asking you to stay and fix this mess, but he didn't. You walked away from the man that you loved the most that you let him break your heart a thousand pieces.

Thirty minutes passed you arrive in your apartment you phone pings, "Text me if your home, Y/N." You read it as tears falling in your screen. You left Gojo on read.

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You avoided Gojo after that night like a plague. Shoko asked you if everything was fine since Gojo had been asking about you through her. You simply smiled at her with hollow eyes and said that you just had a small argument with him, and everything is fine.

You lied to Shoko, and she knows that too.

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A week after that night you are avoiding Gojo had come to an end. A meeting was arranged to all staff to discuss an important matter. You tried to prolong your current mission to miss the meeting but -

"The meeting won't start without you in it." Shoko said softly over the phone.

"Why?" You chuckled, "It's not that I'm that important. You can just take note the minutes and pass it along."

"Yeah, I tried to stall them, but everyone is here waiting for you. Nanami is annoyed why your ass is still not here, Y/N."

"Fuck." You curse, "I don't want to be there, -"

"Are you coming or not?" Satoru asked you as he snatched Shoko's phone, that's only the reason why you're hearing his voice after a week.

You sighed, "I am. I'm just finishing this. Tell them to give me 15 minutes and I'll be there." You answered plainly.

"Where are you? I could come and get you instead."

"No, no need. I'm done." You end the call.

You were panting as you run across the Jujutsu Tech. You know you're a mess, hair in a messy bun, a cut on your cheeks, a bruise in your arm and thighs.

You opened the door and all eyes on you, "This meeting better be so important that you all required me to sit in after a fucking mission." You rolled your eyes and grab the nearest chair to sit between Nanami and Shoko.

Gojo stood up and walked towards you, "Are you even okay, Y/N. We could let Shoko check you first -"

"No, I'm not okay Gojo," you hissed at him, "just fucking start this meeting so I could rest." You tried to smile sweetly at everyone.

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"You are calling Satoru, Gojo is not heard for years, babe. What happened?" Shoko asked as you let her tend your injuries at her clinic.

"I'm just tired and that meeting could have been an email, you know, Kento even agrees." You motion to Nanami sitting across.

"And humor me, why Satoru is off limits here? He's like a stray cat outside waiting for you."

"Let him be."

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You walked out and thanked Shoko for her assistance. True to her words Gojo was there sitting like a stray cat waiting for you. You did not acknowledge his presence and walk on the opposite way to which he was sitting. He noticed you while closing the door but the lack of attention to him proves that you're not really talking to him.

Instead, he followed you through the halls of Jujutsu Tech and stopping as well when your students stopped and said hi to you.

"Y/N-sensei, how are you?" Nobara asked, "I heard that you were hurt, and they still let you attend a meeting." She pouted.

"I'm fine." You assured her, "and were still watching that movie tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay sensei, and why is Gojo-sensei following you like a lost cat." She whispers. You shrugged and smile and continue walking.

You can still hear his steps following you. You completely ignored him. You wanted to do this to let him taste his own medicine. You stopped your tracks and grabbed your phone to call a cab.

Gojo snatched your phone, "I already called one. Let's just wait for our ride here."

"What do you mean our ride? I'm going home to rest, I'm tired." You demand him to hand your phone back.

"Yeah, were going home -"

"What the fuck, Gojo." You snarled at him.

"It's Satoru, Toru, babe or baby for you, love." He corrected his own name.

"You're so self-centered, you know that don't act like you fucking love me when you fucking told me about many nights before that you're re sick of me, that I'm so annoying and you're tired. I'm tired right now so can you please leave me."

"I know I was self-centered that night and I got so mad and lost my cool but it's because I'm just tired. I wanted to talk to you, but you avoided me like a plague, I don't even know what you were up to. I had to check with Shoko or Nanami to check what are you doing. I hate myself for saying such cruel things to you, you know it's not true right? You know that I feel the same way for you every day, even if I failed to show it to you, it's still the same. My heart aches when I think about you. The things that I have said - I'm really sorry, love."

"How much longer do you want me to be in pain, Gojo?" You asked him.

"It's Satoru even if you're mad at me," he shakes his head, "what? I don't want you to be in pain."

Gojo saw your pretty eyes saying that everything is over, you and he are done but he denies it. Your indifferent now, cold and as if you're digging a grave to bury all the memories that you had with him. Gojo still denies it.

"We're done. I'm breaking up with you and you don't get a chance to say anything after what I've been through. I think about this for a past couple of days, Gojo. I'm done with you, I'm not sorry for this."

Gojo Satoru remained on his foot as he watched you walking away. Although all of him is breaking down because of you he doesn't have anything as of now to let you stay. But he knows deep down in this life, journey and world in which nothing last forever -

It's only you for him.

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igotanidea · 2 months

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Despite everything: Damian Wayne x reader

part 1 : Family rules

part 2: A moment of weakness

***

Damian Wayne was not the one to get scared easily.

Of course not. He was Robin, after all, fighting crime alongside Batman nearly every night, beating the shit out of the villains that dreaded at the sound of his name (as for the last part, that was more like something he wanted to believe rather than truth).

But when across the school corridor he noticed Y/N, with her face flushed (prettily though he quickly discarded that thought), eyes gleaming and walking towards him like an enraged bull, he shuddered involuntarily. His older brother(s) had enough experience with girls to give him countless advice on the girls, but there was only one Damian actually listened to.

Do not mess with a girl. Furious woman is more dangerous than all Gotham’s criminals combined.

And as for now, it seemed like he was going to experience that first-handed.

Or not-

Given the fact that before she could reach him, the school principal appeared out of thin air grabbing her shoulder and guiding Y/N towards his office, not giving her the slightest chance to slap Damian’s face or tear all his hair out. All she was capable of doing, evading the watchful gaze of the most important school official was send him a murderous glance, to which he responded with a vengeful smirk and a shrug of shoulders enraging her even more.

“Mr. Wayne!” the principal turned around following the girl’s gaze and spotting his second least favorite student. From the get go he knew Y/N Y/L/N and Damian Wayne would be giving him constant headaches and causing troubles. Maybe it was a mistake on his part to accept them to the same class. “You’ll come with us as well.”

“I refuse to be in the same school as this *** let alone the same room!”

“Miss Y/L/N! Control your language or I’ll put you in detention!” the head teacher tried to put the situation to order, failing spectacularly as nearly every student was now recording the event.

“Exactly, Y/N. I don’t understand the sudden rage of emotions in you, you are acting so irrational and erratic.” Damian smirked, once again feeling the need to take control over the situation. “you need to calm down.”

“You little prick!” now she almost threw herself at him, not caring about the comments or making a scene. He was going to pay for everything he did.

“ENOUGH!” the principal yelled. In his own opinion, the tone and volume of voice made the glass in the windows shake but in reality no one cared about the outburst. The corridor did not go quiet as expected, students did not put down their phones and Damian and Y/N did not freeze in the middle of their respective movements with shock written all over their faces. The principal sighed in the sense of ignominious failure. ‘You.” He pointed at Y/N “and you” he gave Damian a look “with me. Now. And I don’t want to hear a word.” He hissed.

“Couldn’t you have just asked?” Y/N raised an eyebrow

“Really, Sir, given your position, you should have developed better self-control.”

They exchanged glances (that were calm and friendly at first before quickly giving way to the hateful and threatening ones) and followed the principal to his den, officially known as study.

If only they knew what was going on inside each other head.

If only she knew, that under all that pose and cold exterior he was actually feeling a little guilty of getting her into this mess and getting the sudden urge to become even colder to not let her get burned even more due to becoming too attached. All because he didn’t regret the kiss they shared and actually wanted more.

If only he knew that below all that enragement, she actually felt like crying her heart out letting out all the unfairness and showing how hurt she felt because of what he did (allegedly), begging for an explanation like a broken, pathetic child. All because she didn’t regret the kiss they shared and actually wanted more.

***

“This is simply outrageous behavior! Gotham Academy has always pride itself of raising its student in the understanding of social norms and rules of decency. And you two have now put that reputation to harm.”

“Harm?” she scoffed “this is Gotham’s school. What kind of reputation are we talking about here? Last week, we had to evacuate the classrooms because of the sudden leak of fear gas.” She put the fingers in the air mocking the quote that was used in an official statement “we have zero reputation.”

“Well- um…”

“Yes, precisely. And what kind of indecency do you have in your mind, sir?” Damian smirked “this was all a pose for the press, just to gather the attention to my father’s event. Besides, are you suggesting that it was more than just a kiss, prey tell something forbidden amongst teenagers?”he mocked.

“Well- um…”

“I cannot quite comprehend why exactly are we here.” She continued, crossing arms over her chest and leaning back on the chair with a daring face expression “Do you, Wayne?”

“Not in the slightest Y/L/N.”

“You two are-“

“We are what exactly?”

“Well… um-“

“Not to be mean but I think there’s nothing you can accuse as of” she smirked, feeling the surge of victory.

“Your behavior actually make me think it’s kind of convenient to you to bring attention to your two students, isn’t it. Sir?” Damian made the same action as Y/N and neither of them realized how similar it made them look.

“So, what kind of punishment will you impose upon us? Breaking wheel?”

“Don’t be stupid, y/l/n. I’m sure it’ll be nothing less than cangue.”

“Maybe gag to stop the flow of those meaningless words out of your mouth.”

“I’ll suggest burning on the pile for you witch.”

“Asshole.”

“Dumbass.”

They both smirked again their faces full of vengeance and then their eyes landed back on the face of the principal who seemed distressed and kind of desperate, not sure how to get out of this situation while keeping his face.

“So, sir?” she smiled innocently “what shall we expect as a punishment?”

“Do not keep us in the dark sir, we will gladly submit. Just try to think what my father might do if he finds out? Stop funding the school maybe?”

“Oh my God, you had to use the wealth argument! Low blow Wayne!” she rolled her eyes “maybe my father will stop organizing the students’ internship then huh?”

“I thought you were going bankrupt?” he mocked

“Will you shut up! Take your money and choke on them!”

They both rose from their feet standing mere inches from one another, threating to wage a war if the other did as much as blink in the wrong way.

“I hate you!”

“I hate you more!”

“You arrogant, selfish, ignorant, conceited prick!”

“You reckless, emotional, distracting, competitive freak!”

“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE!” the principal finally reached the limits of his patience towards those two. It was impossible to fight two students, who were this dead set on making his life a living hell. And the truth was, that he couldn’t actually hold the kiss and the press against them. He had no legal or factual ground to interfere with students’ private life and if he did, either Y/N and Damian or worse – their fathers – or the worst -their lawyers would gladly remind him of that.

All there was left, was to hope that Wayne and F/L/N would have a talk with both of them respectively about fraternizing with the enemy.

“Get back to class. I can’t stand your faces, but I swear if something like that happens again –”

They were gone before the principal could even finish the sentence, showing him exactly how little respect he held in the school.

***

“that was fun.” She laughed wholeheartedly, for a second forgetting about all the negative feelings she was holding towards him after all the press incident and actually send him such a bright smile that made his legs tremble a little bit.

“I guess we played him well enough, huh?”

“I don’t think he was the only one who got played here.” she muttered picking up the pace not wanting to see, hear or think about Damian. All she wished was to go back to how things were before the gala, the photos, the press.

But he didn’t let her, grabbing her arm and spinning her around so she was facing him again.

“Let me go…” she said, but it came out weaker than expected

“I didn’t do it Y/L/N. I didn’t leak the photos.”

“Are you explaining yourself to me now?”

“You wish.”

“Then just let be me!” her voice echoed through the empty corridor and the door to the right creaked slightly. However before the teacher could spot the source of the noice Damian dragged her to the empty classroom putting a hand to her mouth.

“Will you shut up?!”

“Get your dirty hands of me!” she barely stopped herself from biting his hand.

“You are insane.”

“Huh! You think you’re normal with all that snooty, all-mighty behavior? We’re seventeen! We’re teenagers!”

“And that exclude restraints? Look-” he sighed running fingers through his hair. “You’re mad because now the whole school is abuzz with rumors, I get it, but I’m a part of it too. And I’m telling you I didn’t leak those photos! Think rationally – why would I want to be on tongues? Especially given the fact that it was you I kissed.”

The way he said it, like some sort of insult made her heart break. Not because she cared about Damian Wayne, obviously, but because he actually joined talking shit about her.

“I guess we both made a mistake then.” She hissed “we should get back to class.”

“No, wait! I didn’t mean it like that!” Damian muttered looking down, quite ashamed that even after years of leaving the League of Assassins’ and being raised by his father he still couldn’t quite comprehend basic human interactions sometimes.

“Then how?” she looked into his eyes.

And there it was again. The same wave of emotions he felt at the gala when he was holding her to his chest. The same feelings that coursed through his body when he kissed her away from the main event. He couldn’t quite decipher what it was, but that little voice inside his head (that sounded awfully like Grayson’s) was screaming at him to clear this thing out. To not let her go feeling like he just dismissed her, having zero regards towards her.

And it was weird. And right.

Weirdly right.

With heart almost beating out of his chest, feeling the air almost crackle with electricity, breath heavy and mind fogged he leaned slightly forward, not being fully in control of his actions. Forgetting the fact that they were in school and that they were supposed to be enemies. They were hostile for long enough and he was done.

For the first time in his young life he actually wanted someone to like him for him. Not because he was family (even if adopted), a relative of sort or a useful sidekick vigilante.

For the first time he felt the need to be needed as a human being, as a boy. He wanted her to give him that smile she did a few minutes ago when they left the principal’s office. He wanted to see her eyes shine the way they did at the gala, to feel her hug him and hold him as if she was feeling safe with him.

Despite everything.

So he leaned forward.

Slowly, hesitantly, not sure what to expect but ready for everything, gauging her reaction. Giving her time and space to back out, to run away, to call him names – unlike the way he was behaving in his Robin uniform.

She was not a villain.

She was –

Someone important.

And when she met him halfway, he melted.

Grabbing her tighter and letting the whole world disappear, focusing solely on that warmth he lacked through his entire life. Her scent, her hair tickling his face, her hand on his cheek.

So good. So right. So nice.

So terrifying.

Damian Wayne was --

***

--in love.

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wickedwitchofthegalaxy · 22 days

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Foreign Feelings

Pairing: Anakin(rots)XFem!reader

Summary: All the smut and little plot 😝

Warnings~ NSFW, 18+, minors DNI, oral sex (M!receiving), hair pulling, dirty talking, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics

Credit: This is my own spin off to a story I read on here and I can’t find the story again, so please, please text me for inspo credit!

P.S. Also this is my first story since I started up writing again! Please feel free to send me a DM with suggestions or advice! Banner at the end by @cafekitsune Enjoy!!

Word count: 1.6K

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"I’ve never done this before,"

You admitted lowly, the rush of adrenaline pulsing through your veins as you sank to your knees on Anakin’s bedroom floor. Panic and excitement warred within you, mingling with a heady anticipation of the unknown. As you both surrendered to the electric tension that had been building between you, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through your mind - are you ready to embrace the unknown, or are you merely a passenger on this journey of forbidden desire?

Amidst the chaos of your emotions, one thing remains clear - in this moment, you feel truly alive. Being naked and this vulnerable in front of Anakin was not only a new experience but a thrilling one as well. His thumb traced your bottom lip as he let you wrestle his pants off. The riveting touch of his rough fingers against your skin sends shivers down your spine, igniting a firestorm of desire that threatens to consume you whole. As his tongue glides along his bottom lip, you find yourself mesmerized by the raw intensity of his gaze. Those eyes, his enchanting blue eyes, stare down at you. The heat of his glare sends a rush of heat flooding your cheeks, a flush of arousal steadily boiling within you.

Every word that leaves your lips seems to fan the flames of desire kindling within him.

He needed you.

"You'll be perfect, y/n— Just—"

His words trailed off into a low, deep growl but the heat in his eyes spoke volumes as your hand tentatively wrapped around him. Butterflies flutter in your stomach, a mix of nervousness and desire churning within you. He rolled his head back and took a deep breath. As his hand tangles in your hair, you feel a surge of heat radiating from his touch, a tangible reminder of the burning hunger simmering between you. The urgency in his actions sends a thrill racing down your spine, a heady mixture of fervor and anxiety pooling in the pit of your stomach as he pushes you closer to his pulsing cock.

"Mmm," Anakin's mouth betrayed him as you took his tip into your wet lips. The sweetness of his precum traveled through your tastebuds as you swirled around him, trying to take more of him in. Your thoughts clouded quickly as you let yourself fall into your own sense of pleasure. His cock made your mouth feel full and warm as his hand in your hair guided you.

Your eyes glanced up to catch a glimpse of the lovely Jedi; his stomach flexed with sweat glistening on his bare skin, and his mouth was agape with surprise. The feeling of seeing him surprised by something you’re doing to him made your core tighten, and you used the feeling of satisfaction to push your throat deeper around his cock.

“That’s it, fuck, that’s it,” his tone was smooth and it rang through your ears, erupting a small chill to travel down your back. The scruff of his pubes grazed your lip as his hair-wrapped hand held your head firmly in place. Your throat started to contract, begging you for air as lines of drool trailed from the corners of your mouth. A sound came from your throat you’d never heard before, and his grip tightened on your hair. He quickly yanked you off of him, oxygen filling your lungs with a sharp stab. Coughing and trying to catch your breath you look up at him, unsure of what had gone wrong.

"What? What’s wrong?” You questioned him, worried you had somehow messed up.

“What happened?" You clutched your hands to his thighs as you stared intently, searching his face for an answer. Had you done something wrong? Did you mess up? Your thoughts filled with worry.

His eyes darkened with desire, cloudy with unspoken longing, while his mouth remained slightly open in awe. You observed, a pang of uncertainty gnawing at your insides as you met his gaze.

Doubt and desire knotted within you as you awaited his next move. His hand still buried in your hair as he chuckled deep and lowly, his voice sounding of the harshest silk.

"You said this was your first time?" He questioned.

You nodded your head in agreement.

'How is that possible?' He thought to himself, 'I felt the back of her throat. I felt it. She didn’t fight when I forced her to stay choking.'

His thoughts ran wild with excitement as his hand pulled tightly at your hair, his next words came out… well, in no other way than demanding.

"Open."

he commanded, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you as you obediently complied. You had no reason not to oblige as you opened your mouth, letting your tongue drape across your bottom lip. With each breathless moment that passes, you find yourself teetering on the edge of surrender, torn between the intoxicating pull of desire and the lingering echoes of hesitation. He began smacking his tip on your tongue, a wet thwacking sound filling his small chamber.

“Just-Relax” His voice was sweet yet held a sternness to it.

His mouth slowly parted as he let his cock enter your mouth ever so slightly just to pull it back out, raking it across your soaking tongue. His other hand gripped his robe tightly, trying to keep it on his chest and out of your way.

“You know you messed up,” Anakin let his hips rock slowly into you, small groans leaving his plump lips in between his words.

“Now that I know you can take me, you’re never leaving my sight,”

The words left his lips and flowed through the air like a cold breeze on a hot day, it made goosebumps trickle all over your body.

The taste of his cock was foreign to your tastebuds; you weren’t sure how to feel about the new taste. Anakin's grip on your hair tightened as he guided you to take his full length into your throat once again. This time was harder than the last; it was like he grew in the small amount of time he wasn’t in your mouth. Disregarding your attempts to breathe, he held you firmly, staring down at you. His eyes clouded with lust as his mouth continued to murmur slurs one after the other.

"Fuck. Mmm shit… yes, like that, such a good girl," He could feel every time your throat retracted; it was sending him over the edge as he let himself sit in the back of your throat. He roughly started thrusting his hips into your face, getting as deep into your throat as he could before quickly pulling off again. As he exited your mouth you let out a deep cough, drool still pooling down your chin and covering your neck. You tried taking multiple breaths to regain some composure, but Anakin didn’t want to see you composed.. no, quite the opposite, he wanted to see you completely overwrought and undone.

Without warning, his firm grasp on your hair forces you back onto his member with relentless urgency. Leaving you no time to prepare as he fucked your throat at an impatient pace. When he wasn’t holding his cock as deep as it would get in the back of your throat, he was holding you tightly in place as he rocked his hips into you, desperately trying to chase his climax.

Your eyes burned with tears, and your throat cried for some kind of release. Your gags and chokes were sounds of unholy scripture to his ears and it gave him exactly what he needed to release deep into your throat. He threw his head back as his groans rippled deep, he practically growled your name out.

It didn’t take much for you to swallow his load, he was so deep into your throat it was practically in your stomach by the time it exited him. Even after his release, his hand stayed firmly grasped to the back of your head, not letting you move an inch off of his cock as he pulsed in your mouth.

“Oh yeah, you’re mine,”

Anakin’s words were hazy to your ears as his chest heaved with deep labored breaths. Your arms shot up to his thighs, trying to push off; your lungs begging for oxygen and your body reacting to its signals. He refused to release his grip for what seemed like an eternity, though in reality, only a few seconds had passed as he kept you in place.

With a forceful tug, he pulled your head back, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. Your face was covered in spit and tears. He thought you had never looked more beautiful, never more stunning than right now. His chest continued heaving as he dropped his robe down, his other hand remaining firmly around your hair. Your eyes flickered up to his as you tried desperately to catch your breath. Anakin had never looked more extraordinary in your eyes, the sweat glistening off his eyebrows as his lips curved into a delicious smirk.

The smirk deepened as he surveyed the masterpiece he had created on your face, a scene straight out of a movie, one he couldn’t take his eyes off. Anakin’s eyes dancing with ecstasy, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he tried to slow his heart rate.

“Your mouth will only ever know my dick,” He said proudly.

“Do you understand?” His words echoed in your mind, a heady mix of validation and vulnerability washing over you in waves as he used his now free hand to caress your liquid-covered cheeks.

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38. "stay with me, please? i need you tonight. maybe for the rest of my life, if you're generous."

with jamie!

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 | jd⁹

♡ ─ word count | 1.6k

♡ ─ warnings | hurt/comfort, ANGST!! jamie being an asshole (but it was lowkey justified), mention of his injury/trade :((, thats all!

♡ ─ ev's notes | okay listen i forgot the prompt but the last few paragraphs basically describe what the prompt conveys if that makes sense, i still hope u enjoy it nonnie 😭🩷

Jamie had a pretty hard season, with him moving to Philadelphia unexpectedly and him being injured had really gotten to him. He's spent the last two weeks at home recovering and trying to get better as soon as he could, he wanted to be back on the ice as soon as possible. His injury added another layer of frustration. The pain, both physical and emotional, weighed heavily on him. Hockey had always been his sanctuary, and the forced break on top of the trade felt like the whole universe was against him.

You entered the condo, sighing with exhaustion. The last couple months had been frustrating for you as well, but it didn't even come close to how Jamie was feeling. As you entered the small condo, you heard the shower running and assumed it was Jamie.

You put down everything and began starting on dinner, Jamie probably hadn't eaten anything except breakfast. You were worried for him, more than you could ever express. You'd always had faith in him even in the lowest of the lows but he had never been this low in his entire career. He'd always been a determined person but right now, it really did feel like the odds were stacked up against him.

You wanted to do everything in your power to make him happy again, even if it was for a fleeting moment before the world closing on him again. The smell of a home-cooked meal began to fill the air as you moved around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and preparing a comforting dish.

As you worked, your thoughts lingered on Jamie's struggles - the trade, the injury, and the emotional toll it all took on him. You understood the importance of hockey in his life, how it served as a source of purpose. Tonight, you wanted to provide not just a meal but a reminder that he wasn't alone in this struggle, no matter what happens.

As your timer beeped, indicating that dinner was ready, you set the table, adorned with comforting dishes. The shower turned off, and soon Jamie emerged, his weariness evident in his movements. You gave him a warm smile, opening up your arms for a hug.

"I made your favorite,"

He slumped down to your height and embraced you tightly, sighing. You let him hug you before he slipped away from the embrace, and you could feel the tension in his shoulders as he did. The weariness in his pretty eyes spoke volumes, but so did the gratitude for the effort you put into making the evening a little brighter.

"Thank you," Jamie murmured, his voice a mixture of fatigue and appreciation. He walked over to the table and sat down as you brought waters from the fridge before sitting with him.

"How was your day?" You asked gently as you settled into the seat, glancing up to watch him.

"It was fine." He responded shortly as he began eating the food, avoiding your gaze. You knew he didn't want to come off bitter but it stung, you tried your best to not to take it personal. "You?"

"Oh, you know, the usual," you replied with a light chuckle, trying to maintain a casual tone. "Work had its moments, but nothing too exciting. I did manage to catch up with Maya over the phone today, she said she missed us back in California."

You knew you had messed up as you heard Jamie's fork hit the plate, the sound echoing throughout the apartment. Shit, I shouldn't have mentioned California. You looked up and caught his tired gaze as he sighed.

"I'm sorry," you offered softly, regret lacing your words. "I didn't mean to bring up anything that might upset you. It's just habit to share little updates about people we know, you know?"

Jamie took a deep breath, and you could see the effort it took for him to compose himself. "It's okay," he finally replied, though the strain in his voice betrayed the words. "I just... miss the way things used to be."

His vulnerability hung in the air, and you felt a pang of empathy. The unexpected move to Philadelphia had disrupted not only his career but also the familiar life you both had in California. You reached across the table, gently placing your hand over his. "I miss it too, Jamie. But we'll make new memories here. It just takes time."

He sighed and pulled his hand away from yours, your chest squeezing in hurt. He took the fork and continued to eat, choosing to stay silent. You didn't know why he was being so distant, so cold. You hated it but you couldn't resent him for it, you knew it wasn't his fault. That still didn't mean it didn't hurt, though.

The room seemed to shrink with the silence, the only sound was the clinking of cutlery against the plate. The unspoken tension between you and Jamie hung heavy in the air and despite your attempt to offer comfort, he withdrew further into his thoughts. As he continued to eat in silence, you couldn't shake the ache in your chest. The distance, both physical and emotional, left you feeling like a spectator in Jamie's struggle, unable to bridge the gap that seemed to widen with each passing moment.

You had never had this problem with Jamie before, he communicated everything he felt so that it was easier for the both of you so this was new territory. What had changed? Why was he retreating into this new, silent version of himself? The questions lingered, unanswered, amplifying the sense of helplessness.

With a heavy sigh, you set your fork down, the clatter against the plate echoing the unease in the room. "Jamie," you began tentatively, your voice soft but carrying the weight of your concern. "I hate seeing you like this, I just want to help."

Jamie had finally slammed the fork down, looking up at you with agitated playing on his face. "You can't fucking help me, Y/N. Do you get that, is that simple enough for you? I can't breathe around you without you looking at me and trying to analyze it and help me. You look at me like I'm some kind of burden you need to carry, and I'm sick of it."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the raw emotion behind them stinging more than any physical blow. It was a side of Jamie you hadn't encountered before, and the harshness in his tone took you aback. There was silence as you both stared at each other and you saw the regret slowly seep into Jamie's expression.

You took a moment to collect yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat before finally speaking. "I never meant to make you feel like a burden. I just care about you, and seeing you struggle hurts. I thought we could face it together, like we always have."

He lowered his gaze, a visible conflict playing out in his eyes. The regret painted across his face was palpable, and for a moment, it seemed like he was grappling with the weight of his words. "I know I messed up," Jamie finally admitted, his voice softer now, remorse evident. "It's just... everything feels like too much right now, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry, baby."

The pet name rolled off his tongue like honey as he spoke and you could see the old Jamie come back slowly as you gazed at him. You nodded, acknowledging the complexity of the emotions that had fueled his outburst.

"Everything will be easier if you just talk to me, Jamie." You paused, choosing your words carefully. "I want to understand, Jamie. I want to be there for you," you continued, your voice gentle but firm. "We can face whatever it is together. Just talk to me. Please."

He sighed, the conflict in his eyes softening. "I know, Y/N. I just... I'm not used to all of this. The move, the injury, it's like my whole world got turned upside down, and I don't know how to understand it."

You reached across the table, your hand finding his. "We'll figure it out together. You don't have to carry it all on your own. I hate seeing you hurt like this, baby."

He squeezed your hand, the warmth of the gesture was filled with gratitude. "I don't want to push you away, Y/N. I just... I've always been the one who had it all figured out, you know? But this, it's different. It's overwhelming."

"You don't have to have it all figured out, Jamie. We'll navigate through this together. It's okay not to be okay, you don't have to play the part because at the end of the day, you're just human."

He nodded, a mixture of emotions flickering in his eyes. "I'm just scared of losing everything, of losing myself in all of this mess."

The weight of his fears hung in the air, and you leaned in, your thumb gently caressing his hand. "You won't lose yourself, Jamie. I'm here to help you find your way back. We'll take it one step at a time."

For a moment, he hesitated, the weight of vulnerability hanging in the air. Then, slowly, he began to open up. The words spilled out, frustration, fear, and the overwhelming pressure he felt. As he spoke, you listened, offering support.

After the conversation, you laid next to him in the bed, his head laying on your chest. The silence was comfortable as you both began to seep into sleep, enveloped in one another. Your fingers gently traced soothing patterns on his back as you held him close, your presence a reassurance that he wasn't alone ever.

The soft rhythm of his breathing matched the steady beat of your heart, as Jamie shifted slightly, his fingers finding yours in the darkness.

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PATHETIC YANDERE

unwanted obsession 3

when obsession goes beyond admiration, it turns into repulsion and the search for love becomes a path of rejection.

cw: non-con, obsession, rejection, violence, stalking, humiliation, kidnapping, manipulation, murder, mentions of torture

(sorry if it's bad, I lacked creativity and didn't even proofread this chapter, by the way, last of this Yandere)

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How would you describe trust? Perhaps a son who leans on his mother for comfort or best friends who are always there for each other.

However, the truth is there was no concrete definition.

Sometimes trust came in the form of keeping a secret, sleeping at the house of a friend who was just a stranger before, or even having food made for you in the knowledge that it wouldn't be poisoned.

Yet humans reimaned weak in the face of emotions and life was just a game that only the egoists survived.

Perhaps you were to blame for getting him obsessed with your touch.

Your blame for chatting him up at school.

Your blame for messing with his feelings.

Your blame for not blocking him when he texted you.

The regret was real and too painful to handle, but it wasn't possible to go back in time. You have to bear the consequences of your past actions and look for a way to undo them.

The process was slow and you were fully aware of it. The best thing you could do was start with small actions. By stopping pushing him away every time he came near, saying small 'thanks' or ceasing to speak insulting words.

After a month, you had to eat your pride. Whether it was crying for him to sleep with you saying you'd had a bad dream or begging for attention while you hugged him.

It was apparent that he enjoyed it and trusted that you were starting to fall in love with him in the same way he loved you.

But he was no fool, you were a liar, a manipulator and a deceiver. Yet he loved you in the same way.

Therefore, he needed to test you before granting you the tiniest bit of freedom. Like, for example, the first time he took the chain off your neck and then left you alone in the bedroom 'forgetting' to check the door. When in fact he was sat outside the room just waiting for you to attempt to run away. But you remained inside for hours, and not once did you turn the doorknob.

At one point he let you go into the kitchen as you wanted to eat your meal and when he saw your handiwork he was stunned. A few weeks ago he lied saying he was allergic to a certain food but you didn't add it to his food claiming you didn't want to see him get sick.

Perhaps he was already sick in love with you.

Your touch, your caress, and even your kisses left him wanting more. His hands squeezed your breasts and then traveled down to your private area.

"W-Wait! I don't think... I'm r-ready for this yet."

"You've been telling me this for the fifth time now. I'm starting to feel like you're just winding me up." He'd been impatient for a while, and you only teased him with kisses and, in the end, stopped him before he got too far.

He didn't give you time to breathe as he dragged you in for another kiss. No longer would your hands be able to hold him. All the rough kisses and forbidden touches started to disgust you and left you wanting to scream. Then he started to lay you down and suddenly you felt the volume pressing up against your clothed area.

You couldn't allow that to happen without a fight.

"Ow! Was that because I touched you?" Wiping his lip, his finger touched a bit of blood. However, he noticed the way you tried to drag yourself out of the sheets. You were so cute, believing you'd get away with it just by sneaking around like a little mouse.

"Aren't you going to apologize? Love? Are you ignoring me?"

"..."

"Please don't..."

"Don't you love me? Maybe... this was all just you faking it?"

"What... No, you're mistaken! I just don't wanna do it!"

"You think I didn't notice? You don't like me and have been trying to manipulate me the whole time!"

No, you couldn't let the plan fail like that. Not when it was almost over.

"I love you, Theo! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. Please believe me!"

"Lies... It's all lies. Maybe I should teach you so you never repeat it."

He freaked out out of nowhere as if he were a wild animal. Tearing your clothes, scratching your skin, and leaving you desperate.

Your attempts to cover yourself were shown to be failures. Your body started to get colder by the second and then realized you had nothing else on. Unlike Theo who was now removing his pants, revealing his swollen member covered by his underwear.

And another time, you tried to run away again but this time you were stopped by a strong pull on your scalp.

"Where do you think you're going, sneaking out like that?"

"Ah! Stop it, you're hurting me!"

"Oh? I am? Good then." Then he plunged your face into the pillow, catching you off guard. Bringing his hips closer to yours, you felt the tip of his cock caressing your entrance. Your screams, pleas, and cries came out incomprehensible through the pillow.

"Uh? What did you say? Do you want me to put it inside? With pleasure my love."

Suddenly it was like being ripped in half, he didn't care that you were dry inside and just shoved it all in at once. At this point you were starting to feel short of breath, maybe it would be better to pass out so you wouldn't have to remember this moment. But it seemed like that wasn't what Theo wanted. He pulled your body closer to his, everything was disgusting to you. His body heat, his possessive touch, and even his groans at being inside you.

"Oh~ So good. My love, can I move?"

"No- Ahh!"

"So warm..."

"No! No! No!! It hurts! It hurts so much! Please stop! Stop it!"

At first, he didn't move, letting you get used to his size. But you were mumbling for a considerable time, so he thought why not give you some pleasure? His hands went against your clitoris, giving small caresses.

He certainly found you adorable by the way you gasped in pain from his cock or refused to let him touch your pussy. It wasn't enough to stop him. And when you came on his dick after he played with your clitoris for minutes straight, he almost passed out with happiness.

Now that you weren't dry inside, he no longer saw any excuse not to fuck you. He turned you to face him with you covering your face from his while he penetrated you. At first, it was weak and slow, it was easy to suppress your moans but as time passed it became rough and fast.

Still, he wanted you to feel the same pleasure he felt. Did he think that a few kisses on the neck and face would solve everything? Nothing improved about the situation.

Most of the time you screamed, scratched his face, and then tried to crawl out of bed. All these attempts resulted in slaps or attempted suffocation.

Just attempts because he would never kill you.

It disgusted you as you felt his warm cum inside you. You could only think of taking the morning-after pill to avoid having a child, a baby that looked like him. All you wanted to do was close your eyes to forget everything, except you noticed his cock was still inside, giving you that uncomfortable feeling in your cervix. Panic was in your eyes as he began to thrust into you again. The smug smile on his face told you that it wasn't going to end any time soon, not when you'd kept him waiting for this moment for so long.

You can't remember when you slept. Even if your memories were messed up, your body would remember what happened. Though there was no stickiness between your legs, you could feel an immense pain from the waist down.

Trying to get out of bed felt like your whole body was under intense pressure, standing up and walking was difficult, but you managed to get in front of a mirror. So there you are, with your body full of bite marks, hickeys, and swollen eyes from all the crying you did last night.

Initially, you believed that he was just emotionally dependent and that you could play with his feelings as long as you didn't leave. However, in the end, he is just a disgusting monster who only takes what he wants in the end.

He didn't deserve to live.

You were going to kill him.

No, you needed to kill him.

The entire day you didn't say a word, nor did you dare get out of bed, hiding under the covers. It didn't matter if he called you, you wouldn't answer.

He didn't miss your bad mood. Theo thought he could cheer you up by treating you like a princess all day. After all, you'd given him immense pleasure last night, and for sure you were tired, so it would only be right to compensate you.

Kisses, affection, your favorite food and even all the attention in the world. At no point did he leave your side, even if you moved away or cried. All you said afterwards was "Leave me alone", which he didn't care about.

Perhaps at some point you freaked out and started throwing all kinds of objects at him to drive him away or break anything you saw in front of you.

"DON'T COME CLOSE TO ME!"

" Love, why don't you control yourself and give me that thing? You'll end up hurting yourself this way." He pointed at the sharp object in your hand, a few seconds earlier you had thrown a vase on the floor and ended up picking up the sharpest piece.

With each passing second, he approached you with a calm countenance, his hands outstretched for you to hand it to him. Glancing down at your palms, you noticed a burning sensation along with a thin line of blood. Then an idea flashed across your mind as you moved your hands closer to your neck.

"If you come any closer... I'll kill myself right here."

"Haha... How funny. Now quit joking and hand it to me."

"Do you really think I don't have the guts?"

"You wouldn't dare." His fear was palpable, you were someone unpredictable and therefore didn't know if you had the courage or not.

As soon as he saw the blade moving, his body acted on its own. His arm being cut off instead of your neck, preventing the blade from coming into contact with you.

He started to contain you by restraining your wrist in the hope that you would drop that sinful item, instead you fought back by kicking him right in the balls. Noticing that he'd dropped to his knees in pain, you didn't missed your chance and shoved the thing into his neck.

For the next few seconds, everything was a blur, Theo choking on his own blood as he tried to come to near you, as if the sight of you would make him less afraid of dying.

The gray carpet, red. Blood staining your feet along with the sounds incomprehensible and mumbling in the background. Neither the sound of your heart nor the cold pressure of the room consoled you at any time.

Yet you couldn't remain paralyzed at that moment, you needed to take action.

"Haha... How funny. Now quit joking and hand it to me."

"Do you really think I don't have the guts?"

"You wouldn't dare." His fear was palpable, you were someone unpredictable and therefore didn't know if you had the courage or not.

As soon as he saw the blade moving, his body acted on its own. His arm being cut off instead of your neck, preventing the blade from coming into contact with you.

For the next few seconds, everything was a blur, Theo choking on his own blood as he tried to come to near you, as if the sight of you would make him less afraid of dying. The gray carpet, red. Blood staining your feet along with the sounds incomprehensible and mumbling in the background. Neither the sound of your heart nor the cold pressure of the room consoled you at any time. Yet you couldn't remain paralyzed at that moment, you needed to do something.

One year has passed since his death. Everything seemed unreal and you often found yourself recalling that it had happened.

Fortunately, you weren't in your fertile period when having sex with him, so it turned out that you didn't get pregnant. One less problem.

Many people say that when a traumatic event occurs, the adrenaline and despair leave your mind cloudy and foggy, not letting you think about anything. But your action after killing someone had proved otherwise.

Your case ended up becoming famous on social media, mainly because of a phone call made by you. A phone call after you killed your kidnapper.

"Hello? This might be odd to say .... but I ended up killing someone... My kidnapper, Theo whatever his last name was.... Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm [Name] [LastName]!"

You'd swear that 85% of your time was wasted watching edits of fictional characters with your audio, it was hilarious to see.

But even though it was possible to see your calmness at the time, your parents urged you to go to therapy, at first you tried but the mere fact that you kept returning to the same topic made you stop.

Taking that help would mean that Theo had impacted your life in a good or bad way and you'd rather die than admit that. In fact, it's him who's dead and not you, just thinking about it makes you laugh. At the end of the story, he'd lost and you were still alive, making a life for yourself.

Currently you were studying at the university of your dreams after passing a difficult exam. You had a big group of friends who all had the same acid humor. Also got a new pet, a super affectionate kitten called Merry. The first time you saw it, you almost died of cuteness.

Perhaps in the end you'll always have a good life while he rots in the ground.

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eclipsedzs · 11 months

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𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺𝘀

𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ Volume: Remus Lupin

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

𝗣𝗿𝘁 𝟮

Genre: ✓ ✘

Paring(s): Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Where remus lupin freaks out when his girlfriend slips up that she knows he was..in fact..a werewolf

Disclaimer(s): Angst, Fighting, Cursing

REMUS LUPIN WAS Positively freaking out, his hair a mess as he sat in his bed, frantically mumbling to himself as he gripped his hair. James and Sirius, who had skipped there classes stared at their friend, not wanting to speak again.

The last time they had said something to Moony when he did this, they ended up with no hair. How moony did that spell without his wand was above them, they didn’t even know he could do wand-less magic up till that point.

So they didn’t push on there friend’s erratic behavior, they just sat there. They knew Remus sought comfort of someone just being there, they didn’t have to talk to him or even acknowledge him.

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REMUS LUPIN stood frozen to the ground, staring with wide eyes at his girlfriend who held a book in her hands, her eyes scanning over his meticulously annotated notes on lycanthropy.

She didn't know he was standing behind her, her mouth muttering to herself. Remus stayed frozen, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. He felt anger, sadness, fear, and anxiety all at once. She wasn't supposed to know; she couldn't know.

Her hands stilled when she noticed the slight shift in the air. Turning around, she was met with the brown eyes of Remus Lupin, swirling with a storm of emotions.

The look of shock on her face mirrored the turmoil within him.

Her own eyes swirled with emotions, her hands barely gripping onto the book as she looked at the sandy haired boy who gripped so hard to his sweater that his knuckles were turning white.

"Remus?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of confusion, anger, and guilt. She didn't know what to think. She felt angry at him for not telling her, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel guilty for her own reaction. She understood the weight of his burden and the struggles he must have faced every month.

Remus continued to stare, his eyes darting between the book and her, his face glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His posture remained rigid, his back straight, as if bracing for the fallout from his secret being exposed. The look of betrayal on her face only deepened her own sense of guilt.

"Y/N," Remus's voice cracked, the vulnerability in his tone palpable. He had always feared this moment, the moment when the person he loved would discover the truth about him. "I... I'm sorry. I never wanted you to find out like this."

Her eyebrows furrowed, torn between her emotions. She wanted to hold onto her anger, but seeing him standing there, vulnerable and regretful, made it difficult to maintain that facade. A pang of empathy shot through her heart, as she realized the pain he must have endured to keep this secret.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Her voice cracked, the anger and sadness evident in her tone. Remus flinched, the weight of her emotions pressing down on him like a heavy burden. He could feel the sharp sting of her disappointment.

Her hand moved to set the book down on the nearby table, and the loud slam jolted through the air, causing Remus to flinch instinctively. Or perhaps it was his heightened senses, a reminder of the reality he had tried so desperately to hide.

Remus took a step back, his voice trembling with regret. "Y/N, I... I wanted to protect you. I was afraid of what you would think, how you would react. I didn't want to burden you with the knowledge of my condition."

Her eyes bore into his, a mix of frustration and hurt reflected in them. "Protect me? Remus, we're supposed to be partners, sharing our lives, our joys, and our struggles. By keeping this from me, you denied me the chance to truly understand and support you."

Remus felt a sting of anger flash within him, and he begged his mind not to lash out, but it seemed to have a mind of its own. "Why are you the one disappointed?" he blurted out, frustration lacing his words. "If anything, you should be grateful that I kept you from the monster I am."

As the words left his mouth, Remus immediately regretted them. He could see the hurt and shock etched across her face, her eyes widening in disbelief. His anger quickly turned into guilt, realizing the depth of his mistake.

Pursing her lips she held back the sting in her throat, begging her to cry. She nodded silently, “I’m sorry you felt the need to keep this from me Remus.” She spoke so softly Remus had to strain his ears to hear it.

Remus's heart sank as he saw her fighting back tears, his words having wounded her deeply. The guilt consumed him, and he desperately tried to find a way to take back what he had said. But the anger continued to bubble up inside him, a defense mechanism to shield himself from the pain he had caused.

“Maybe i didn’t tell you because you would just leave me!” He growled, trying to keep the tears from escaping

Remus's words hung heavily in the air, their sharpness cutting through the fragile silence. The pain in her eyes deepened.

Y/N nodded, her eyes welling up with tears that begged to be released. Remus gazed at her, his brows knit together in a troubled expression, his trembling lip betraying the profound sadness within him, while his eyes flickered with a turbulent mix of anger and frustration.

"Why were you invading my personal space?" he questioned, his voice tinged with defensiveness, hastily gathering the scattered papers and hurriedly shoving them back into the pages of the oversized book.

"Remus, why didn't you trust me enough to share this with me? Keeping something like this from your own girlfriend!" Her voice quivered with a mix of disappointment and hurt as she raised her voice, her eyes welling up with tears, fixated on him pacing anxiously across the room.

In the midst of the emotional storm raging inside him, Remus desperately clutched at his own hair, his fingers knotted in frustration and anguish, as a whirlwind of conflicting emotions tore through his being.

"Please, just go," Remus pleaded, his voice shattering into fragments, as he sank onto the bed, causing it to creak in the haunting stillness that enveloped the room. She stood there, a mix of confusion and concern etched across her face, desperately clinging to the remnants of their unraveling connection.

"Please, don't push me away, Remus. Not again," she implored, her voice quivering with a delicate blend of heartache and fear, a plea laced with the tender vulnerability of a love teetering on the precipice of loss.

"Y/N," Remus began, the syllables escaping his lips in tandem with her own whispered utterance of his name, their voices overlapping in a poignant moment of shared longing and uncertainty.

"Remus," her voice fractured, betraying the raw emotion that simmered beneath the surface, just as he began to utter a word that danced on his lips in synchrony with her own plea. "Please... I beg of you, go. Just for now," He managed to utter, His voice carrying a profound ache that echoed through the room.

In perfect unison, Remus echoed her words, his voice tinged with a mixture of anguish and resignation, as he fought to suppress the tears threatening to cascade down his face. He nestled his elbows upon his knees, surrendering to the weight of his sorrow, and buried his face in his trembling hands, seeking solace within the shelter of his own vulnerability.

With a heavy nod, she reluctantly pivoted on her heels, stealing one final, heart-wrenching glance at the desolate figure before her. The boy, once brimming with life, now stood in poignant despair, his scarred hands clenching at his tousled, sandy brown hair, his tall frame quivering under the weight of his emotions.

As she took her leave, a faint whisper escaped her lips, a delicate utterance barely audible to Remus's shattered soul. "I love you, and I always will," she murmured, the words carrying a bittersweet blend of affection and sorrow, etching themselves upon the air as an everlasting testament to the love she had offered, even in the face of their heartbreaking separation.

The heavy burden of a secret had split them off. Now let’s hope it wouldn’t keep them away from eachother.

•Should I write a Part Two?

#remus x reader #remus lupin #andrew garfield #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #marauders #james potter imagine #sirius black #sirius black imagine #james potter x y/n #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader

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folkookie97 · 10 months

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❝ drunk confessions (1) ❞ — jjk

— SUMMARY: ❝Jungkook was intense. An emotional mess in your life even after the breakup. But you couldn't help but miss all his chaos during those endless late nights when you were cuddled up with another man.❞

— PAIRING: ex bf!jungkook x ex gf!!reader (soft bf!taehyung)

— TYPE: angst | ex lovers!au, non-idol!au

— WORD COUNT: 1,738

— WARNINGS: argument, curse words, alcohol, toxic!jungkook, jungkook is bad at feelings, emotional infidelity, mention of sex, mention of bf!taehyung, based on From the Dining Table (Harry Styles)

— NOTES: jungkook as toxic ex bf kills me every time i think about him.

— RELEASE DATE: July 15, 2023

— CROSSPOSTING: ao3, wattpad, spirit fanfics

Your eyelids couldn't close. Stinging sensations arose in the waterlines of your eyes with every frustrated attempt to reach the sleepy darkness. Your own body defied the human need to at least take a nap.

You were screwed. You knew better than anyone how endless the early hours of the morning could be.

Your nightly sleep had been a mess ever since storms of thoughts and reflections became a routine for your brain during resting hours. You couldn't relax when your mind insisted on filling you with confusion by recalling all the conflicts of the past few months.

And most importantly: recalling that damn phone call.

The last one you had with Jungkook.

You remembered all the details. It was possible to feel once again how strong your heartbeats was when the phone rang that night. Your hands, sweaty with sudden emotion, struggled to answer the call as quickly as possible, afraid that something you had been waiting for so long might accidentally end up in voicemail due to lack of swiftness.

The memory of how the phone fell silent for long seconds as soon as you called Jungkook's name. A part of you was afraid that the call hadn't been intentional, just something like a misdial.

You two hadn't spoken to each other for weeks, and maybe Jungkook wasn't even planning to call you that night.

Even if that night was very significant to you.

To relieve the flutter, you swallowed hard at the mere thought that your enthusiasm might have been in vain.

A sigh could be heard on the other line when Jungkook's name was mentioned once again.

"I can't do this anymore, (Y/N)."

The girl's heart skipped a beat for a moment, and you could swear a buzzing sound echoed through the room.

"What are you talking about?" You asked.

"Me and you. Us. Our relationship is so complicated. A real mess..." The boy sobbed. You could feel that his voice was so broken as your heart.

"Kookie... if this is about our last fight, I'm sorry. It was such a stupid reason. I know, but I..."

"FUCKING HELL!"

The male scream echoed through the device, startling you not just because of a thunderous volume but also because it was followed by Jungkook's laughter.

A sarcastic laughter.

Lack of emotional intelligence in arguments had always been a characteristic of Jungkook's personality. He was a chaos. A hurricane ready to destroy everything in its path.

And lately you've been hating that habit about him.

Jungkook's intensity made you fall in love with him two years ago. But it had also made our love being so messy and toxic. Turning sunny skies into deadly storms.

There was no longer a sweet relationship for you.

"Can you hear yourself? You're almost begging me. That's because I wanna leave you. It's so pathetic. You're so clingy." He said.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you checked the time on your phone's screen, the hard brightness hurting your vision.

"Jungkook, I don't wanna fight right now. It's only ten minutes until my birthday. I thought you were calling to wish me an early happy birthday or..."

"Or what?" Jungkook laughed, his sobbing merging with the bitterness of his laughter. "Did you think I wanted to apologize for that day?"

"You said you were sorry..." You reminded him, biting your lower lip to suppress the waterfall of tears streaming down your cheeks.

"I used to feel. But only until I drank these two whiskey bottles and turned me into a tearful wreck." The sound of glass shattering on the floor was heard. Your desire to ask if he hurted himself was almost bigger than the urgency to keep your crying unnoticed. "Do you know why I'm drinking on a Wednesday night?"

You refrained from answering. His question was almost rhetorical, a pure melancholic rambling of a drunken human being.

So dramatic like Jungkook always used to be.

"I was with Lori today," Jungkook's confession triggered a pain in your stomach. Your effort to not vomit at his words was utterly depressing. "We saw each other, had sex like we always do. She's good at what she does. She always rides my dick and also looks like a porn actress when she's on her knees giving me a amazing oral..."

Maybe Jungkook would laugh when your disguise fell. You thought he would pause his monologue to mock how your sobs were constant and how pathetic you seemed.

Or maybe he would keeping rambling until the pain of your broken heart became unbearable and your brain convinced you to end the call.

However the thought of Jungkook crying like you were doing had never crossed your mind. Not even for a single second of your life.

He was sobbing like a child who got hurt on the playground; helpless and seeking the comfort of some trusted adult.

Before you could filter the words, the question had already escaped your lips.

"Why are you crying?"

And realizing the chaos inside his mind, Jungkook laughed again amidst tears. A sorrowful laughter.

"Because she's not you, (Y/N)."

The girl widened her eyes. The tears turned crystalline and your pupils dilated as Jungkook's words caused stumbles in your heart.

What was he trying to say? How drunk was he to lay his feelings bare for the first time since the breakup?

The anticipation of a confession pained your mind. A variety of scenarios emerged every second.

"I love you so much, (Y/N). I love everything about you. And this feeling it's killing me because missing you hurts too much." He sighed. The sound of breaking glass resurfaced and you swallowed hard as you picturing that scene. "When Lori told me she saw you yesterday, I swear I was desperate to talk to you as soon as possible."

"Yesterday she was wearing my old shirt..." You interrupted feeling a intense burning in your throat. "That Guns N' Roses shirt that you bought me in our first month of dating."

"You left it here at home and your damn scent was still on it. I needed a way to overshadow it and I..."

"Fucked your coworker."

Jungkook was speechless for a while. No comforting words could deny the injustice of the situation. He knew that you didn't deserve to see Lori wearing that shirt that had once been so special for both of you.

You didn't deserve to suffer through any of it. You didn't deserve to shed your tears or be broken-hearted for someone so unworthy.

Jungkook knew that you didn't deserve to be destroyed by the chaos he brought into others' lives.

He loved you. But he didn't know how to make you happy. He didn't know if he could ever fix your heart.

Was he selfish for wanting to try get your sweet love back? Was it too late for you two?

"Jungkook, I need to hang up."

His heart instantly broke at your warning and the formality in your words.

"(Y/N), please," The boy begged with a trembling voice. "You need to listen to me. I've been holding back everything I feel for you for so long, I need..."

It made you furious. You could even cry with rage.

"You've been holding all this bullshit back for a long time? Then keep holding it back for a little while longer." The words came out harsher than intended but you weren't in the mood to regret it. For the second time that night you checked the time on your phone screen and wiped away the tears from your cheeks with your free hand. "It's already my birthday, Jungkook. You didn't even call me to apologize or wish me a happy birthday. You just wanted to hurt me. Hurt my heart. My feelings."

"My baby, I'm so sorry. Fuck. I swear I..."

Your classic pet name pushed you over the edge.

"I don't wanna talk to you today." You admitted. "I love you. I swear I fucking love you. I love you much more than I would like and than I should."

You sighed hearing Jungkook cry. You were definitely not used to the pain you felt when you heard him cry.

"But I'm tired Jungkook. I'm tired of loving you and I'm getting tired of you."

"I love you, (Y/N). I just wanna try to fix things. I'm trying, baby. I swear I'm trying."

"I know, Kookie." At least you really knew that. "But I don't wanna deal with this whirlwind of emotions that you've been hiding for years. Call me when you're sober if you truly love me and really wanna try to fix things."

And in that early morning, when the clock struck 12h02 AM, you had your last call with Jeon Jungkook.

Your request for him to return with real sobriety not happened. Hypotheses swam through your mind over the next few months. Did he regretted the brief expression of feelings? Were the love confessions and desperate crying just a delusion resulting from alcohol?

You couldn't know the true cause for Jungkook's ghosting but the choice not to seek the truth haunted you at night, when your head rested on the pillow and your eyes were unable to close.

"Darling, are you okay? Why are you crying?"

With a slight startle, you directed your attention to the male body beside you. The young man had his long fingers wrapped around your waist tracing caresses on your bare skin.

His lips were pressed into a thin line and his eyebrows furrowed in a countenance that indicated excessive worry. He looked a lot like the guy you used to love.

Actually the one you still loved.

The name Jungkook almost escaped you in a tearful whisper.

"Yes, Tae. I'm fine. It's just... just a nightmare."

The man soothe you with a sweet smile and pulled you into a hug. It was a square smile different from the typical bunny smile Jungkook had. However the image of your ex-boyfriend remained permanent in your mind as Taehyung caressed your hair. Your heart hurts with the contrast between your thoughts and the cruel reality.

Both of they were extremely different yet had similarities that made your stomach churn.

And as Taehyung tried to pull you into a deep sleep whispering lyrics of romantic songs in your ear, you wondered if Jungkook's name would show up on your caller ID someday again.

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dark-fics-4-you · 1 year

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Desperate Measures Ch. II

dark!Rafe Cameron x f!reader

Warnings: non-con, smut, violence, physical abuse, unprotected sex, forced pregnancy

Every single muscle in your body was screaming in pain. You couldn’t remember how much you had drank last night, but it must have been a lot, because when you slowly blinked your eyes open, you had to squint into the morning light, which made your headache even worse.

You became aware of an unfamiliar weight on your bare chest, and you turned your head and you were shocked to see your ex boyfriend, lying shirtless next to you with one arm protectively slung across your waist. His eyes were closed and you could tell by his even breathing that he was still asleep.

Memories of the previous evening rushed back in fragments, Topper keeping your glass full all night, Rafe confronting you outside the bathroom door… and then, everything that happened after.

Your eyes widened when you remembered his confession from last night, and when you reflexively squeezed your legs together, you could still feel the stickiness that had dried to your inner thighs. You gagged silently at the feeling, trying not to throw up in his bed.

You really didn’t want to wake Rafe up, but the revulsion of recalling his actions last night stirred you to squirm out of his arms as carefully as you could.

You couldn’t stomach being close to him right now.

You grabbed your clothes off the floor as quietly as possible.

Stepping lightly, you made your way to the bathroom in his room, closing the door softly, and clicking the lock shut.

You sat on the toilet with your head in your hands for what felt like an eternity, trying to flush out any remnants of Rafe’s assault.

When you looked at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands, you were startled to see how empty your eyes looked. Helplessness washed over you, and you exhaled shakily as you blinked back tears.

You pulled your clothes on, regretting your choice in outfit. You felt exposed in the shirt that barely covered your throat, and the skirt that barely covered your ass, but it was all that you had. You didn’t think you wanted to give Rafe the satisfaction of seeing you in his clothes.

You pushed the door open, disappointed to realize that Rafe was awake, sitting up in bed and looking at you. You stared at each other in tense silence before Rafe spoke, hesitantly at first, but hearing his own thoughts out loud seemed to embolden him as he continued.

“Y/N… you know I was just doing what I had to do to get you back. I messed up in the past, but I swear I want to treat you right this time.” Rafe’s eyes met yours, trying to change your mind when he saw the exasperated expression on your face. “A-and what better way than to insure that you have a secure future than to be with me? I don’t think you really get just how much I can give you.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, not believing the words coming out of his mouth.

“Rafe, I made it very clear that I don’t want to be with you anymore,” you wanted to sound more assertive, but the way he glared at you made you shrink away from him. “…We aren’t good together, and last night just proves that to me even more. I don’t need, or want, anything that you could want to give me.”

Rafe’s eyebrows were pulled together as he glared at you, jaw ticking before he closed his eyes and let out a long exhale through his nose.

“A-and what about Topper?” Your mind was racing as you put together the events of last night. “He was in on this too huh? Someone I thought was my friend!? He knew what you were planning, didn’t he?”

Rafe met your eyes, his tense silence speaking volumes and your stomach lurched, bile rising at the back of your throat.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this,” the emotions you had been trying to suppress were threatening to boil over. The full reality of the situation you found yourself in hit you in the gut, and your legs buckled beneath you.

You fell to the floor, tears now streaming from your eyes as you tried to correct your panicked breathing. You felt so betrayed, so trapped. It was like the walls were closing in around you to constrict your breathing even more. You knew that Rafe was toxic, but you had really never imagined the lengths that he would go to force you to stay with him.

When you felt his hand on your shoulder, you pushed him off, but after his large arms wrapped around you, you knew that expending energy to try to get out would be pointless.

So you cried in the arms of your tormentor, trying to ignore the way he ran his fingers through your hair, calmly cooing pet names until your crying ceased and you were so drained, physically and emotionally, that you fell asleep with your head against his chest.

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The first thing you noticed when your eyes cracked open was the darkness that blanketed the room. You had been asleep all day.

The second thing you noticed was the empty space on the bed next to you, and you realized Rafe had left you alone, probably for the first time since he had cornered you in the bathroom the previous night.

You wondered momentarily where Sarah was, before you remembered that she had been gushing about how she was excited to be going home with Topper at the end of the party. You had encouraged her at the time, and now you realized that you had sent away the only person who could have helped you get away from Rafe, possibly until the end of the weekend.

You needed to get the hell out of this house. You didn’t even care about having to walk all the way to your house. You just needed to escape. Any way that you could.

You silently thanked yourself for wearing flats instead of heels to Sarah’s party, and you pulled open one of Rafe’s drawers to grab one of his shirts, feeling too exposed in your party clothes. It was oversized, and though you despised the idea of wearing Rafe’s clothes but you didn’t really have any other choice.

Glancing around the room, you found your phone, frowning when you realized it was dead. Fuck.

You were going to have to sneak out to get to your car, because Sarah wouldn’t be able to come pick you up when you had no way to reach her.

Peering around the corner towards the stairs, you could see the remains of the party strewn across the floor, solo cups and beer cans scattered around. You listened for activity, anxious to avoid running into your ex-boyfriend.

Cautiously, you creeped through the hallway, looking around the foyer for any sign of Rafe. Your heart was beating fast in your chest but you were so close to the door.

You made your way down the stairs, reaching the front door which you pulled open, only for it to be slammed shut when Rafe pushed you against it.

You turned to face him, to scream how much you hated him, but you were cut off by his fingers squeezing around your throat. He forced you back against the door, angry blue eyes piercing yours, before they took in the fact that you were wearing his shirt. Your fingers grasped at his hand and he loosened his grip enough for you to speak.

“Some- some dad you’ll make.” You choked out in a bitter, mocking tone.

Rafe’s eyes darkened, eyebrows pulling together as his rage bloomed all over his face.

“See Y/N, this is what I can’t stand! That fucking mouth on you. You always push me to do things I don’t want to.”

“What-?”

You were interrupted when Rafe grabbed you by the waist, throwing you over his shoulder as he made his way towards the stairs.

You were almost too stunned to fight back, but you regained your composure and squirmed in his arms, slapping against his back and trying to escape.

“Let go of me! Rafe!” You squealed in fear when Rafe reached an arm around to roughly squeeze your ass to shut you up.

The sound of your heartbeat was pounding in your ears, you were terrified of what Rafe may do to you after your confrontation at the front door.

Your heart sunk when you realized where he was taking you. You couldn’t help but scream at the top of your lungs even though you knew he would ignore your pleas.

Rafe swung his door open, huffing in anger when you were finally able to squirm out of his hold. Your back slammed against the carpeted floor, knocking the breath from your lungs and you cried out when your head hit the floor.

Momentarily dazed, you had no chance to get up before Rafe grabbed your arm, yanking it, dragging you across the floor and pushing you onto his bed.

Panic clawed at your throat and the look in Rafe’s eyes confirmed your fears.

He grinned wolfishly, gripping both of your wrists with one hand to trap you under him as he climbed on top of you. When he leaned closer to you, hot breath burning at your neck, you shuddered. Rafe breathed your scent in like he was intoxicated by it and desperate for more.

“You don’t even know how crazy you drive me, I feel like I can’t control myself,” Rafe’s fingers were digging into your wrists so hard you yelped in pain. You tried to move your head to the side but Rafe grabbed your chin, holding you in place before covering your lips with his.

He kissed you forcefully, hand shifting to wrap around your throat, deepening the kiss when you gasped for breath in surprise. Rafe parted your legs with his own, one hand cupping your clothed core.

You jerked away from his touch, only to be dragged back underneath him. Fingers traced across your thighs, sliding under the material of your skirt before slipping your panties to the side. He pushed two digits into you, moving his legs between yours, preventing your thighs from squeezing together. His thumb found your clit and you whined at the feel, arching your back and trying to scoot away from him, but the tightening pressure at your throat held you in place.

“I can’t stop thinking about how it felt to fill you up,” Rafe rasped, dark eyes flashing with excitement. “You were all over me last night.”

Your stomach turned at his words, tears springing to your eyes as the man looming over you began to push his fingers into you faster.

“And you thought, what, I was just gonna let you walk out like that today?” Rafe chuckled, lips curving into a smirk as he watched your breath hitch when his fingers curled inside you. Your whimpers mixed with the sounds and feel of how wet you were was making Rafe fucking feral. The only thing he could think about was how badly he needed to cum deep in you and feel your walls pulsing around him as you took every drop.

You closed your eyes, wanting it to just be over. Your mind wasn’t even letting you pay attention fully, and when you opened your eyes again you realized Rafe had taken off his clothes, stroking his hard cock before shifting closer to line himself up with your already swollen entrance.

“R-Rafe! No, please don’t!” You choked out, tears streaming past your lashes and you gasped when he pushed into you, stretching you out around him. You were so tight and warm, and the feeling of you struggling against him just made Rafe want to fuck you harder, deeper.

Rafe’s burning grip on your throat was making you feel lightheaded, darkness blurring at the edges of your vision. The blond was snapping his hips against yours, the hand that wasn’t at your throat was roughly groping at your tits. His gaze was locked on his cock pushing in and out of you, and the feel of your legs trembling against him made Rafe’s rabid hunger grow.

You could do nothing to get him off of you, having to lie trapped underneath him as he violated you. The helplessness you felt compounded with your panic was making you feel numb, and Rafe could see your attention trying to shift away.

You were brought back when Rafe’s hand tightened at your throat, and he grunted your name. “Pay attention baby. I want you to remember exactly how it feels when I fuck my cum deep into you, understand that?”

You fearfully looked up at him, nodding as your head lolled back against the pillow. It was hard to pay attention to anything he was saying when you were hyper-focused on the way his cock was slamming into you. Horrifyingly, you could feel your release building between your legs. You couldn’t think straight, mind a blank slate as he rutted into you.

“Use your words sweetheart, I know you can do it. Do you understand me?” Rafe was getting impatient with you, the familiar tone in his voice made you tense, and you gathered all the energy you could to reply in a meek voice.

“I understand,” defeat filled your body. Rafe’s power trips scared you, because you never knew how far he would be willing to take them. He loved escalation, and was more than happy to teach you a lesson if you didn’t give him what he wanted.

And now he was getting exactly what he wanted. You had nowhere to go, no way to get away from him, and no way to escape the probable consequences of his actions.

Rafe’s pace was speeding up as he frantically fucked you. Every fiber of his being needed to feel you quake around him when he painted your walls with his cum. The fact that he could fuck you over and over again until you finally got pregnant and once he got you pregnant you could never get away from him made him even harder.

You bit your lip, whining underneath him when your orgasm hit you. You gripped the sheets, legs shaking as Rafe fucked you through it, not slowing his pace at all.

The feeling of your walls fluttering and tightening around him was enough to push Rafe over the edge, and he came with a groan, flooding you with his sticky load. You gagged at the feeling, skin crawling with disgust. He slowly thrust into you until he was satisfied that none of it would be wasted. When he pulled out, you shuddered after you felt some of his cum leaking out of you.

You yelped in surprise when Rafe pushed two fingers into you, not moving them, just burying them deep enough that none of his seed could leak out.

He met your eyes with a sick smirk and a chuckle, “I could get used to you mouthing off if it always ends likes this.”

#rafe cameron #outer banks #dark!rafe cameron #rafe cameron noncon #obx

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All right, you know what? Task Force Z was worth reading just for these three pages alone. "Why can't you say it? I'm not something you built. I'm not a weapon. You raised me. You were a father to me. And you brought me into this world of yours and all I got was pain, and death, and the constant reminders that I'll never measure up to you or Dick." And "It's my city too. You always forget that. You aren't the only person from here. You aren't the only one who got hurt here. And you aren't the only one who wants to save it." "So I'm asking you, as the man who trained me, the man who raised me, a man who cares so much about what is right... will you please just get the @#$% out of our way?" We don't see the aftermath of Jason asks Bruce to trust him, to get out of his way, but we do see that Jason goes back to Task Force Z's mission, so Bruce does get the fuck out of his way and, yeah, okay, a lot of this series made my eyes kind of glaze over, but there's some solid banter in here, Jason gets to be a funny asshole, and the emotional moments packed a hell of a punch, because this is a Jason who is trying to make the best of shitty circumstances, but also a Jason who is trying to actually have choices in his life, because he feels he so often doesn't. This is a Bruce who does love Jason but that love is constantly at war with Jason's wilder side, that Bruce wants to protect him, showed up at the start of this whole mess before Jason got roped into this task force, saying they needed to leave because Bruce couldn't protect him from this mission that Jason agreed to do for him if they stayed, but Jason's desire to see it through meant he pushed forward even when he didn't realize the consequences. Which means Bruce isn't entirely wrong, Jason is getting in with a dangerous group that Jason didn't realize the scope of and it's clearly coming from a place of, "I don't want my kid mixed up in this." (even though he can't just say that, gdi Bruce) but also Jason is spot-fucking-on that Bruce isn't the only one that's from Gotham, he's not the only one hurt by it, he's not the only one who wants to save it, Jason has just as much right to the city as he does. And that Bruce isn't just his boss who can order him around, they're more to each other than that, and it's Jason appealing to that relationship, saying, if you want to have a relationship with me, it has to be one that includes that you raised me. Like, for all that Jason is often hot-headed and lets his temper get the best of him and pushes people away, he also is pretty clear here that he does want Bruce to trust him, to acknowledge him as Bruce's son, and acknowledge his right to the city on his own terms, not just as an extension of Bruce. It is very easy to read into Jason and Bruce's interactions in this series as Bruce coming from a place of love for Jason, of worrying about his kid, and expressing it very badly--and, honestly, I think Jason himself kind of knows that, too. He's just not settling for it, he wants acknowledgement of what happened to him and what he means to this family and this city. He's incredibly angry, he's still making mistakes, but he also refuses to let it pass by that he's genuinely trying here and he deserves some trust for that, he deserves to be recognized. And this is a start, Bruce does get out of his way. It's a little rougher with his siblings in the second volume, but Jason isn't just walling himself off from them, he says what he's mad about and there is a sense of squabbling sibling-ness to it all, like, yeah, they're all being assholes to each other, but they save each other and still let their guard down around each other and tease each other (viciously, but it does still come across as teasing) and like. Jason Todd knows what he deserves and he's going to stand up and demand it. He admits to the mistakes he's made, that he's fucked up more than once, but that he still knows he deserves trust and recognition and that he wants it.

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #bruce wayne #jason todd #task force z

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You're not saving me

Pairing: Chuuya x femreader

Warnings: angst, swearing, mention of death and rape, suicidal actions

If I missed anything, please let me know

Your eyes were empty while looking at the bodies in front of you. You heard inside your head every plea for mercy, every insult, every cry for a saviour, every thought of the person who pulled the triggers, of the ones who killed with their own hands. What a curse to be able to hear the thoughts of everyone around you. You sighed and turned to face Chuuya, your partner for this mission.

‘’They did not know anything about the location, their last thoughts were about their children or about how they did not deserve this’’. Your monotone voice would not let slip any emotions of your own. But were you having emotions other than desperation for a quick death?

‘’Tsk, what a waste of our time’’. What was the boss thinking when organising this shit? I’m so tired of these motherfuckers trying to steal from us. Can’t we just…

‘’Can you please be quiet? Your thoughts are way too loud Nakahara’’. You snapped with annoyance. Unfortunately you did not hear only Chuuya’s thoughts, also the ones of all the other subordinates who were around you. ‘’Fuck’’. You could feel the migraine coming up. There was a reason why you stayed inside in a very isolated room. You put your hands over your ears in a pathetic attempt to make all the voices inside your head shut up.

Chuuya looked at you puzzled. He knew to some extent that your ability was hearing the other people’s thoughts and that you could not control it yet very well so you were resident of a very particular room in the mafia’s headquarters. But he never experienced going on a mission with you for more than an hour. You usually popped up at the end, using your pretty mind to listen to the tortured prisoners' thoughts then retreated right back to your cave. . Today was special from this point of view and he definitely did not understand what was going on with you.

‘’Hey, what’s wrong with you?’’

You groaned listening to his internal monologue about your powers and how he did not understand what was going on or how to help you.

‘’I’m around too many people right now and my head feels like it is going to explode.’’ You turned on your heels and went straight to the car. ‘’My job is done here, and I’m not cleaning up the mess your incompetent subordinates did’’. You hoped that one of them would get angry and accidentally put a bullet through your skull. Once in the car, the turmoil inside your head got quieter, but definitely did not stop. You turned on the radio, turning it on the highest volume, helping to muffle all the voices you were hearing inside your head: Who does she think she is; What a bitch; With the first chance I catch her I’m going to..‘’WHAT THE HELL L/N?’’ Chuuya’s voice brought you back to earth, as he lowered the volume of the radio. ‘’Why did you turn the radio on the highest volume? Do you want us to get caught by the government? Do you have a death wish?’’

‘’Yes.’’ Your straightforward answer caught Chuuya off guard. ‘’Not the government part, the death wish part’’ you felt the need to clarify your answer.

‘’ I swear you resemble Dazai a little too much’’.

‘’ Thank you’’ a smile graced your lips/

‘’ It was not a compliment’’ Chuuya furrowed his eyebrows.

‘’ For me it definitely is. Please don’t take this road, it is way too busy’’, you pointed to a more secluded option.

‘’ What’s the deal with you?’’ Chuuya spared you a glance before returning his attention back to the road.

It was not a conversation you were in the mood for. Hearing the questions inside his pretty head made you reluctant to respond, it would have opened the door to memories you did not want to remember and also it would have made you focus only on his thoughts and it would consume a lot of your energy.

‘’Not knowing the colleagues you work with it’s not a very good sign, Chuuya-san’’. You watched in the corner of your eyes how his face contorted in a very unpleasant grimace. His internal monologue definitely matched his expression, you noticed.

‘’Oh cut the bullshit and you know what I’ve meant, you’re reading my mind aren’ you?’’ A soft chuckle escaped your lips, and Chuuya’s heart fluttered while he tried by all means to stop any thought from forming.

“Is no use Chuuya, I still hear your internal monologue. You don't know about the deal I have with Mori?” You were curious. You could've sworn that everyone in the mafia was informed about it.

“Deal? What are you talking about?” His thoughts were suddenly all over the place, so you know he's telling the truth. You sighed thinking if telling him was a good idea. Maybe, maybe if you tell him, he could actually help you?

“As I assume you already know, my ability is “To be or not to be?”, meaning I can read minds. The problem is that I can't control it. So I hear everyone’s thoughts, every little insignificant thing, every minute of the day, in any place I am, with no idea what the safe distance is for me not hearing anything. So in my head, I rarely hear my own thoughts because I hear all the other ones.’’ The last sentence was bitter, for you this was not an ability but a hex. One that you could not escape. You took in a deep breath trying to ignore the voice of the woman who was begging his husband to stop beating her, or the child who was screaming internally that it’s not his fault. ‘’Do you know why I joined the Port Mafia, Chuuya?’’ It was not a question you want him to answer, you look back in front of you, at the road Chuuya was driving on, the orange light of a magnificent sunset making everything prettier ‘’To find the person whose ability was to put a stop to all the other abilities.’’

‘’Dazai’’ Chuuya murmured.

‘’Exactly, the only issue is that I arrived a few years too late and he was no longer in the mafia. And unfortunately for me, Mori was not going to let me leave that easily so we made a deal. I help him with the gang issue and he’ll let me join the most dangerous missions where I can get killed easily in a fire gun exchange. What the motherfucker forgot to mention is that his executive to which I was going to be assigned to was the most skilled person in the entire fucking mafia and would not let a bullet even come in my way, not to mention go through my skull!’’. You raised your tone towards the end unintentionally, but your frustration was clear.

‘’What? You’re pissed that you got paired up with me?’’ Chuuya suddenly hit the brakes, stopping the car.

‘’Kinda’’ you huffed.

‘’Why? Because I’m protecting you!? Are you dumb or something?’’ Chuuya was now fully facing you, fuming.

You let a smile grace your lips. His internal rage was so loud in your head.

‘’Chuuya, you’re not protecting me, you’re only prolonging my suffering. You do not understand what it means to not know which one of the voices inside your head is yours. You do not know what it means to hear the thoughts which go through the head of your victims in their last moments. To hear a teenage girl asking herself if another outfit would have saved her from being brutally murdered after being raped. Or the thoughts of the murderer on how easy fresh meat gets sliced by his precious knife. Or being in a crowd and all you can hear is noise in your head and it feels like your skull is going to explode. Judgements, prayers, indecent thoughts towards strangers or myself. Fuck, you know how hard is to get through the meeting your having with all your lower rank subordinates is? How I hear in my head how they’d bang me if they have the chance or what a slut I must be for being put directly under your supervision? Or being a five years old who did not know to explain what is inside her head, hearing her parents resent her birth?’’ At this point tears were streaming down your cheeks, without you noticing until you looked towards two sad pairs of eyes.

A gloved hand made his way towards your face and slowly wiped out your tears.

‘’What can I do for you?’’ Chuuya’s voice was unsure. You heard his thoughts, and how he wants to help you, how he wants to change something in your life, he's so sure there could be a solution. You put your palm over the hand which was still cupping the side of your face, giving in to his touch, giggling at his pure intentions. Then you look at him with pleading eyes.

‘’Let me die, Chuuya’’.

#chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #chuuyaswife #angst #chuuyaswifeandhoe #chuuyaxreader #chuuya angst #chuuya x you #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara

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thebelugawhalefriend · 4 months

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Hii! Love your writing. Do you do any sub character content? If so could you do Sub Muzan x Fem or GN reader?

Hihi!! I'm very excited to have a first request! I actually had to go back and watch the fourth season and read his wiki page because WOW this is gonna be a DOOZY to write! I mean this is a man who has every demon praying for mercy at any cost. But, I love a good challenge, so let's get into it!

Merciful - Sub!Muzan x Demon!Fem!Reader

CW: DEMON SLAYER SPOILERS, NSFW, Gore, Death

Note: I have really only watched the anime, so anything from the manga will stump me here ^^

It was 150 years ago when you first met him.

"You BASTARD! Let him go!"

Human and feeble. So weak and small to even your own kind. A towering man stood above you with pure spite behind his green eyes. Muscular with sleek black hair tied tightly behind him. In his hands he held your little brother, ready to slit his throat with a sickle.

"What, him? I caught this boy trying to swipe from my shop! If I had half a mind, I would slice him into tiny pieces."

You were but 18, shivering and scared. Your own blade looked pointless compared to his- only being a mere dagger. And yet, you clung to it tight. This rusted piece of junk was your only chance of your brother's survival.

"I said let him go! Not just for his sake, but yours!"

"And what are YOU going to-"

With the quickness of an eagle, the blade in your hand was digging into his shoulder. You clung to this man as if you depended on him not to fall. It's then you plunge into his back. Again. Again. And again.

"Sister, stop! Stop!"

Your brother was trying to flail from the man's arms- trying to free himself from his grip. It was, however, of no use. Even with a crazed woman stabbing into his body, his sickle made quickwork of the boy's neck.

SWING!

Thud...

"BROTHER!!"

And from there, those moments were a blur. Faint images came back to remind you of your crimes. The shop owner's once proud physique now a pulverized, sad corpse. Bystanders horrified by the situation now also blood on your hands and bodies on the road. Even nearby pets ended up slaughtered by your palms. But... You wanted more. Even if you were still human, this man deserved the most painful death and afterlife you could imagine. Taking his sickle, you carved his chest wide open and ripped out his heart.

"Now wait, young one. Wouldn't you want eating him to matter more?"

Now this man... He gave off a completely different feel than the man who'd killed your brother. Despite a similar look, he held ruby red eyes that peered right through you. You pause for a moment with the heart in hand.

"And just who are you?"

"Such raw emotion and strength... And yet still so weak. You couldn't even save your brother, and here you are, eating a man's heart just for your body to waste it."

"You don't know me! I'll-"

With a finger to your mouth, your body freezes.

"Hush. I'm here to help, just for a small price. I can tell you'll be of great use..."

---

"Lord Muzan~"

You call from one of the halls, flashing this man a daring look. From the moment he met you, you would never let this man have the respect he's earned. Even the Kizuki tremble in fear just uttering the wrong word to him, and yet for you? He would tolerate just enough teasing to let you have fun.

"Now of all times, ____? Can't you see I'm busy?"

His tone is cold, but your glare is chilling.

"Ten months, Muzan. You've left me wasting away for ten months! I understand tending to your other wives and taking care of those demon slayers, but ten months?"

His silence speaks volumes... But you? You've never realized the pure fear that comes with messing with Muzan. He's never put you in your place, and maybe... Maybe a twisted part of him likes that. You remind him of the authority he only had when he was human. No one could command or demand anything. Except... You.

"Come with me, Muzan... Please, just spend one night with me..."

Those (color) eyes you give him... His glare simmers down into a rare soft gaze, backing away from his desk to approach you.

"You're the most fortunate woman alive, ___. Any other would fall to their knees if they spoke to me that way."

"That sounds like a yes to me."

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For every rough move Muzan would make, you were twice as bad. The poor lord of demons was pinned by the hands while you rode his cock for everything it was worth. Your fangs were oh so close to his neck, and yet Muzan was only encouraging that you bite him. Just one move and he could pulverize you. End your life over your own rush for power. And yet, you were headstrong and uncaring. His breathing was quivering and shaky, eyes of blood red looking up to yours with a submissive lust.

"Like that, dear- Fuck! Like that!"

You could barely focus on his blissfully soft voice. The most powerful man to exist and yet he's under you... Your fangs sink right into his neck yet stay absolutely careful not to drop an ounce of blood. After all, wasting anything precious of his was a death sentence. When his hands shift under yours, you let them go to see what he does.

"Don't be shy now... I know you want more..."

His voice is so quiet and soothing that your focus slips for just a moment, just enough time for him to grip your sides and push you down on him. Keeping you absolutely still. Is this a trick? Some sort of act? You sit up for a moment to look down, seeing him with a playful smile.

"Muzan... Are you sure you want to toy with me?"

One of his hands slip down to tease you as his member sits inside. Pulsing and needing more despite his cool demeanor.

"I want to see that fire I know you have. I let you take over too easily this time... Prove you're worthy to actually let me finish inside of you, ___."

Before the blink of an eye, your claws are quick to dig into his own sides in an attempt to keep going. And yet, one of his hands keeps you still.

"I know you have it in you. I can see that frustration in your eyes, dear."

Oh, you have a plan alright. While your hands worked to mess with his body and neck, your legs were building up strength to keep things going. Just a little longer... One of your claws lunges for his neck, Muzan quick to catch it with the hand that was teasing you.

"Too eas-"

While he was only slightly distracted by your lunge, the sheer force of your legs resumed the session despite Muzan's grip. The free hand practically pouncing to hold his chest down while your speed threatened to break the bed. Once playful eyes now looked to you in awe as he twitched and let out just the tiniest of pathetic whimpers.

"Don't you toy with me, Muzan. I know you like this too much to stop me!"

He really couldn't hold back. Just mere seconds pass before ropes of his semen come through and fill your insides. Yet, your body is absolutely sure not to let a single drop seep from your womb. You can't go wasting even his cum, now can you? Shocked red eyes look up to you, now with a renewed sense of pride.

"Y-you're so damn lucky I'm merciful towards you..."

#muzan x reader #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x y/n #muzan x you #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer

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itsclydebitches · 2 months

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So any thoughts on the news from Rooster Teeth regarding The stuff they're putting on the rooster teeth site?

I've only heard about this all second-hand, but the anthology series in particular has me going "Meh" at best and "Not again" at worst. The latter because (as we're all well aware) RWBY has a long history of dividing up information across its (flexible) canon, rather than consolidating it within the story proper, which makes that story... a mess. So I can perfectly picture a version of Volume 10 where important questions/revelations/world building are glossed over—or outright ignored—and when fans rightly want to know why the main characters aren't getting info about what occurred while they were gone, the answer is, "Oh we heard about that in passing in the side show developed during the hiatus." Emphasis on "we"—the viewers. RWBY tends to assume that if the viewer has certain information then they don't need to repeat that for the characters, despite this being a series where secrets and half-truths abound. And while that's a logistical issue all on its own, it also robs us of the chance to see the characters reacting. I don't want to watch a side installment to figure out what was happening in Remnant during Volume 9, then watch a Volume 10 where I have to assume via twitter announcements that the girls maybe learned about an undetermined amount of that stuff off screen. I want to SEE them learning with us in real time and once we have that framework, yeah, then you can flesh it out with an anthology series. It's far more satisfying to learn alongside Ruby that—as a random example—Sun and Neptune had all these cool adventures as a way of forwarding their friendship, then see those adventures animated down the line. As opposed to seeing it and then going, "I guess Ruby heard about that too? Maybe?? They haven't actually interacted on screen yet though, so...."

Of course, this is likely being done not only to fill the RWBY void, but to get our some of that Volume 10 info (epilogue included) in case the real deal is never green-lit. But again, I'd rather have confirmation. If Volume 10 is never going to arrive then fine, I get it, you publish what you can. But if there is still a chance of it happening then RT is shooting itself in the narrative foot by rushing and telling bits of the story too early. The hook of Volume 9's ending is the shock of seeing everyone semi-united in Vacuo, but still dealing with a myriad of problems. What happened immediately after evacuation? How did people rebuild? When (and why tf) did Ruby become this god-like martyr? Have they already spoken to Theodore? What new plans have been made to combat Salem? There are a lot of questions that arise from a time skip, questions the characters share, but if the audience gets many of those answers before they do AND the show doesn't lean into repeating that information for us to indulge in the characters' emotional reactions to it instead... what little that's currently interesting about Volume 10 goes down the drain.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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Change Hurts (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

A/N: This one is a bit of a long one and pretty heavy on the angst. So this is your warning. Comes from this prompt and this one. Not quite sure where I was going with this when I was writing. Please disregard any medical inaccuracies. I am not in the medical field. Anyways, enjoy! And Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate!

Sleep last night was hard to come by. You had been tossing and turning all night long, not even allowed to cuddle up to the woman you loved, who had exiled herself to the furthest side of the bed.

The night before, you and Alexia had been arguing about the next move in your career. And it wasn’t the first time this had happened in the last couple of weeks.

After countless meetings, you and Barca could not come to an agreement on a renewal of your contract, which led to you shopping around for your options. While many teams expressed interest in you and your experience, you hadn’t gone out to meet with anyone yet because you wanted to talk to your girlfriend first. The only problem was that Alexia had been stalling for so long now.

Last night, you had finally confronted her about the issue, and unsurprisingly, she kept deflecting. The conversation was going around and around until frustrations rose and hurtful words were being shouted.

It ended with Alexia retreating into your shared bedroom while you stewed in the living room. When it was time for bed, you carefully walked into the room, finding your girlfriend under the covers on her side of the bed, leaving a wide berth in the middle.

The cold of the night kept you up as you continued to devise a new plan to talk to Alexia about the future. Before you knew it, the sun was peeking through the blinds, slowly lighting up your room and destroying any idea of possibly catching a few hours of sleep.

With a sigh, you slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen to begin what was sure to be a long day. As the coffee was brewing in the background, filling the room with its calming aroma, your head rested in your hands.

Your agent had been hounding you for any kind of acknowledgement that you had made up your mind yet, but you continued to ask for an extension, claiming that it was hard to make the choice to leave your home.

Your mind was currently a mess of jumbled plans and conflicting emotions. You wished you could just shut it all off for a second. You sat there, breathing deeply, expelling thoughts from your mind, just going completely blank for a few seconds.

The slight squeaking of the bedroom door opening had you shooting up, eyes drawn to your girlfriend who was already dressed to leave, which was only odd because you both usually had a light breakfast before changing for practice.

Wordlessly, she made her way into the kitchen, helping herself to the freshly brewed coffee without a word to you.

You stood frozen in your spot, mulling over the best options to attack this tension blanketing the two of you.

“Alexia, can we talk about this, please?” you begged, deciding straight to the point was the only course of action that would work.

She huffed, but eventually turned to you, fixing you in your place with a hard stare. "What is there to talk about? You want to leave."

You bit your lip, reminding yourself that emotions from last night were still simmering within her. “I don’t want to leave, Ale. I want to stay here with you, but the club doesn’t want to renew my contract. What do you want me to do? Stay somewhere I’m not wanted?”

“But I want you here, does that not matter?” she sighed, her frustrations obviously getting the best of her as her volume continued to climb.

You dragged your hands down your face, exhausted by this constant round and round. It was as if last night was being played on a loop.

“Of course it matters. But we're talking about my career here.”

“And we’re also talking about our future,” Alexia countered. “What happens when you leave? What happens to us?”

Her words stunned you into silence. For you, the future wasn't something to question. While nothing was set in stone, all you knew was that you wanted to be with Alexia for the rest of your lives.

“Nothing happens to us,” you said, trying to convince her that you meant it wholeheartedly, “Yes, we’ll be apart during the season, but we’ll see each other during breaks and I’ll be home in the offseason. Plenty of couples do long distance. It’s only temporary.”

“And what if it isn’t? What if the distance breaks us?” Alexia demanded.

You were shocked at the vulnerability in her words. While a long distance relationship was going to be incredibly hard, you never for a second thought you two couldn’t make it work. You loved her and you knew she loved you.

Your relationship always flourished because you both always put in the effort to make it work. Years of being together had built layers of trust that you didn’t think could fall apart with a little distance. Was it naive for you to think that being apart wouldn’t change that?

“I won’t let it.”

It was a promise you made sincerely, but Alexia was afraid to believe it. Throughout all your years of dating, the two of you always played for the same club, which meant almost all of your time together. The longest the two of you were apart were a handful of days when one was needed for separate media tours. But a week of interviews in different cities were always followed by a month long of waking up side by side.

“What if it’s out of your control? What if we drift apart?” Alexia discreetly wiped at a tear that threatened to fall. “What if we fall out of love with each other?”

These were valid fears. One every couple thinks about when attempting long distance, but you believed that what you and Alexia had was special. It would last the test of time, no matter how far apart you would be from each other.

“We won’t.”

“You can’t promise that,” Alexia whispered, subtly drawing into herself, slowly building up walls around her heart as she mentally prepared for things to change between the two of you.

Her negativity was rubbing you the wrong way. Instead of looking for solutions to your problems, she could only imagine how things could fall apart, for them all to crash and burn.

“What do you want me to say, Ale? I’m here telling you that I love you and that I will work to keep us together, but you just keep bringing up how it won’t work. Do you expect me to quit soccer, just so that I could stay here? To stop playing?”

Alexia was quiet, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she avoided eye contact with you.

You literally almost chucked your mug of coffee clear across the room. You couldn’t believe how selfish she was being right now. To even imply, you hang up your boots and sit on the sidelines just cheering her on. It was unfathomable to you.

You loved her with your whole heart, but this was something else.

“That’s it then? I retire and cheer you on from the family section? Hold your trophies and congratulate you after a win,” you sneered, anger building in you.

“I never said that. Please don’t twist my words around,” her voice trembling, a crack detectable to anyone really listening.

“Then tell me what you mean because I don’t know what to do here,” you deflate, your shoulders dropping as you tried to expel any anger before it forced you to say things you couldn’t take back.

“I don’t know either,” Alexia said, her hands dragging the long sleeves of her training jacket further down until there was enough extra fabric in her hand for her to ball into her fists.

And that was the crossroads of your relationship. Neither of you were ready for change, but it was inevitable. The only thing was that neither of you knew how to navigate a change in your relationship.

Breaking the standstill, Alexia turned away from you, dropping her coffee mug into the sink.

“I have an interview before training, can we talk about this later? I’m going to be late,” Alexia said, already gathering her stuff before she could even finish talking.

“Fine,” you resigned, hands up in surrender, so tired of fighting with her. All you wanted to do was to go back to being the happy couple who had their life figured out. “I love you.”

Alexia kissed your cheek in lieu of her usual goodbye and was on her way out. You tried to pretend that it didn’t hurt.

****

While things this morning were tense, Alexia found a moment of peace at the training facility, the quietness allowing her a moment to think. But the stillness on the field turned out to be her worst enemy as it dragged her into a black hole of troubling thoughts. She felt herself paralyzed by the many negative outcomes her mind allowed her to predict.

As the players came out of the tunnel, stretching and talking to one another, Alexia was already on the side of the field with a ball at her feet. The surprising thing though, was that the normally energetic captain who’d be running up and down the field before even half the team was ready was motionless.

All she could think about was how horrible she felt for leaving you the way she had this morning. She knew that the two of you needed to talk about the future, but she was afraid of things changing. She was never good with change.

“Where’s Y/N?” Mapi asked, stepping up to her captain and consequently startling Alexia from her stupor.

“I don’t know,” the captain mumbled, beginning to worry. She checked the entrance in hopes of spotting you, but came up empty. You were always a stickler for being on time, and practice was about to start any minute now. "I had an interview this morning, so we came separately."

“It’s not like her to be late,” Mapi commented, Ingrid’s arm pulling her close when she started to bounce in place. The two of them began stretching as everyone else waited for the coaches to start barking orders. “Has she decided where she wants to play yet?”

“She talked to you about moving?” For some reason, Alexia was under the impression that you hadn’t talked to anyone else about transferring without speaking to her first. In hindsight, it only made sense that you would seek out the advice of your best friend if your girlfriend was less than willing to communicate with you on the topic.

“Of course,” Mapi was a bit lost on why Alexia was confused. “She has a couple of top teams wanting to sign her, but she’s been holding out for a Spanish team. Said she wanted to stay close to home at least. So far, no one in Spain is offering anything up for her. At least nothing that matches her worth.”

“She wants to stay in Spain?” Alexia wondered, her question surprising the couple next to her, who have been your sounding board as the deadline to choose a new club came closer.

The couple shared a look, a silent conversation going on between them, as if deciding the best course of action to tackle this situation. “Alexia, have you two not talked about this at all?” Ingrid asked.

“I’ve been scared to,” Alexia admitted, trying not to let the sympathetic look from the defender next to her affect her. “Who’s interested?”

“Clubs in England seem very interested, and I think even Lyon is trying to make a play for her. But she’s been holding off in hopes that Real or even Atleti could match her demands,” Mapi explained, well versed in the number of offers you currently had sitting on the table.

“She doesn’t want to go?”

Ingrid shook her head, “She wouldn’t leave if she had a choice.”

Those words had Alexia feeling even worse than before. Here you were, trying your best to stay close to her while still thinking of your career, and all she could do was accuse you of wanting to leave.

The midfielder didn’t have long to dwell on all this new information though as the trainers called everyone up to begin warmups. Alexia’s eyes ventured to the entrance of the facility once more, hoping that she’d see your running figure coming in.

No such luck. And that is when she started to worry.

Throughout practice, Alexia was distracted. Everyone could tell. While she was still performing phenomenally, there was a spark missing. The one that ignited each time the two of you were on the field together.

The chemistry between the two of you, even before you had begun dating, was undeniable. No words needed to be said. You each just always knew when and where to connect passes and scores goals.

Without you on the field, it felt as if she was missing something. Mapi tried her best to keep Alexia’s spirits high, constantly reminding her that you’d never skip practice without a good reason.

It did little to reassure Alexia, who began to have a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Halfway through practice, a staff member came running out, heading straight to Jonatan. There were a lot of hushed whispers and it slowly garnered the attention of some of the players close by.

“Alexia!” he shouted, stopping just about everyone in their tracks. Wordlessly, Jonatan nodded his head at Alexia, telling the captain to follow the staff.

The players started whispering to one another, trying to make sense of this sudden interruption. Alexia ignored them all, jogging after the staff member who was waiting for her at the entrance of the tunnel.

She was leading Alexia back to the locker rooms, explaining that Alexia needed to change immediately and gather her stuff. As Alexia was changing out of her cleats, the worker revealed you had been in a car accident and that there was a car waiting to take her to the hospital.

At the news, Alexia’s blood ran cold and for a second, she thought her heart actually stopped. Her body refused to move as she took in the news. There were no updates on your condition, but your sister, Rosa, had called the staff, figuring that Alexia was currently at practice since she hadn’t answered her phone multiple times.

Alexia was on autopilot as they rushed her to the hospital. Her mind played worst case scenarios the entire time, each one getting darker and more horrifying the longer she thought about it.

Upon arrival, she ran straight in, immediately looking for your sister, who she had been texting on the way over to find more information. As she raced through the halls to where your siblings were waiting, she didn’t care if she looked like a madwoman. She just needed to get to you.

When she finally made it to the right place, Alexia was a little surprised to find her sister and mother already sitting there with your family.

“What happened?” she demanded, almost out of breath from the sprint from the entrance. "Is she okay? Please tell me she's okay."

"Someone crashed into Y/N on the way to practice. The car ran a red light and smashed right into her side," your brother, Leo, explained, seeing as your sister was too much of a wreck to say anything.

“Is she okay?” Alexia repeated, afraid to hear the answer. The state of everyone in the waiting room didn't give her much hope.

“We don’t know,” Rosa answered honestly. “She is still in surgery. We are waiting for the doctor to tell us more.”

Alba, noticing her sister’s frantic state, rested a hand on her arm. She tilted her head to the seats where Eli was patiently waiting with arms wide open. Alexia let herself be walked over, instantly collapsing in her mother’s arms, tears streaming down her face.

Together, the five of them sat and waited, quietly. No one knew what to say because until they heard more, they could only imagine the worst.

Eventually, hours later, the doctor came back out to update your family on your condition.

Alexia shot out of her seat, frightening Alba who had fallen asleep on her shoulder. The five of them gathered around, Rosa reaching down and squeezing Alexia’s hand tight. Whether it was for her benefit or Alexia’s didn’t matter.

“She’s okay for now,” the doctor began, everyone letting out a sigh of relief. There were rounds of hugging as they took a quick moment to celebrate. Leo cleared his throat, halting the celebrations to allow the doctor to explain more.

The doctor went on to explain that you had suffered a traumatic brain injury during the crash. They had rushed you into surgery the moment you were admitted, which thankfully was just in time as your brain was swelling a considerable amount.

He then explained that you had also fallen into a coma, which was not too out of the ordinary. The doctor had a good feeling you’d wake up, but your body just needed the extra time to heal itself.

"But she'll be okay?"

"For now, yes," the doctor said, checking through Y/N's chart once more. "We'll know more about her condition when she wakes up and we can run more tests."

“Can we see her?”

“Of course. We allow no more than four people in the room at a time,” the doctor explained. “The nurses will be monitoring her closely and I will also check in from time to time.”

Eli had offered to wait outside, allowing the rest of them to see you first. Leo led the way as the rest of the girls followed right after.

The sight of you in the hospital bed, your head bandaged with scrapes and bruises littering your body was too much for Rosa, who needed to step outside for a second. The rest of them carefully gathered around your bed.

While Alexia and Leo stood there speechless, Alba sat by your side, taking your hand and letting you know that they would be here until you woke up.

****

It's been almost two weeks since you were raced to the hospital, and Alexia was not handling it well. You still had yet to wake up, but the doctor had mentioned that it was normal. That some patients stayed in a coma for much longer. He suggested that Alexia and your family just continue to talk to you, sometimes it helped comatose patients to hear the voices of their loved ones.

The hospital staff didn’t allow anyone after visiting hours, and no matter how hard Alexia fought to stay, they wouldn’t budge. So Alexia came in, stayed by your bedside all day long, went home, tossed and turned all night and then was standing just outside the hospital before visiting hours started the next morning.

Some days she would sit there and watch shows with you, giving you some commentary. Other days, she’d come and read you a book. Anything to let you know that she was there, waiting for you.

Jonatan and the rest of the coaching staff let her go, knowing that it was more important for her to be by your side right now. She had been also relieved of any media duties, the team stepped up and promised to fill in for her so she'd have more time to spend with you.

Your family and teammates came when they could, but Alexia was always a constant presence. It may also have to do with the fact that she couldn't handle being at home alone. Without you there, she was reminded of you sitting in the hospital alone, and her chances of sleep always slipped away.

Mapi was around the most, not only to check for any progress in your recovery, but also to keep an eye on Alexia, who everyone could tell was not taking care of herself properly. She made sure to bring her friend food, and stayed to watch until the captain ate at least half.

Today was one of those rare days where Alexia was here with you completely alone. Leo wouldn’t be here until after work, and Rosa said she’d come to visit on her lunch break. So, for a few hours, she had you all to herself.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your eyes, mi amor. I need you to wake up,” Alexia said, pressing a kiss to your forehead before taking her seat in the chair by your bedside.

The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was both soothing and irritating. While it reminded Alexia that you were alive and breathing, it also didn’t let her forget that you still hadn’t woken up.

Something about today was different. This lull in activity was practically begging her to let everything out. She wasn’t sure what it was, but Alexia felt the urge to really speak to you. To spill everything she’d been bottling up from the guilt she felt from the fight you two had before all this happened.

“When they told me you had been in an accident, I thought I lost you,” Alexia confessed, finally finding the courage to speak to you about her feelings. Her hand played with your fingers, hating how you weren’t holding her hand like you normally would. “They told me you were in an accident, and I thought the worst. I thought you could die, and the last thing you would remember was the stupid fight we had.”

Now the floodgates were falling open. It was much easier to tell you all of this when she knew you couldn’t stare back at her with the disappointment she was expecting from you.

“I never wanted you to leave because I was afraid you’d find someone who could love you better than I could. You are the best person I know, and sometimes I feel as if I don't deserve someone so amazing to love me back, yet here you are.”

She briefly let go of your hand to wipe away the tears falling down her face. Her hand went up to your face, her fingers gently trailing the apple of your cheeks, the one that always stood out so proudly whenever you smiled at her.

"I have so much to apologize for and so much making up to do, so you need to wake up because I can’t do this without you,” Alexia wept.

****

Arriving at the hospital the next day with Mapi, Alexia felt a little lighter from her cathartic confessions the day before. Now all she could do is count down the days until you wake up and she could again look into the eyes she fell in love with. However, Alexia felt her stomach drop when she found your siblings talking to your doctor just outside of your room, which was closed shut.

"What's wrong? Did something happen to Y/N?" Alexia asked, she and Mapi joining the group and immediately taking notice of the grief in your brother’s eyes.

"Miss Y/L/N woke up early this morning and has asked not to have any visitors," the doctor explained, slightly irritated at having to repeat himself again. Each time he tried to explain the situation, he was constantly being interrupted about why no one could see you.

"What? Why?"

At the question, his sympathy for your family returned. “During one of the nurses rounds last night, they found Miss Y/L/N had woken up. The nurses paged me immediately while explaining to her what had happened before.”

“Why do I feel like there’s something more serious?” your brother interrupted the doctor, still agitated that he hadn’t been able to see you since you woke up, which according to the nurses was not long after visiting hours had ended. That was hours ago.

The doctor let out a loud sigh, and that’s when Alexia knew that things were bad, “Miss Y/L/N is currently paralyzed from the waist down.”

The entire group gasped, and tears immediately sprang in Alexia’s eyes as she imagined you waking up alone and finding out you couldn’t move the lower half of your body. The thought further fractured her already cracked heart.

"We’ve run some tests and we believe the paralysis stemmed from an injury she suffered in the lower part of her spinal cord,” the doctor said, his face not betraying any emotions. “It is possible that it is just temporary, but there is no way to tell for sure. All we can do is monitor her and work on her recovery.”

“Are you saying she might not ever walk again?” Mapi asked, her mind running into overdrive.

“It’s possible, but the injury to her spinal cord does not look to be quite severe, so there is a chance that once it has fully healed, the paralysis will go away,” the doctor explained. “But, I do have to remind you, it is too early to tell as this type of injury can be difficult to navigate at such an early stage.”

“But there’s a chance?” Rosa asked.

“There’s a chance,” the doctor confirmed.

“When can we see her?” your brother asked again.

“The nurses have informed me that Miss Y/L/N has been in and out of sleep since she woke up and asked that we not let any into the room until she was notified.”

“Well, then go tell her we’re here and want to see her,” Leo demanded, angry at the world for letting this happen to you. As your older brother, he was very protective of you and he couldn’t help but hate that all of this was out of his control.

The doctor nodded his head, letting them know he was going to do just that. He slipped into the room, disappearing for maybe less than five minutes. When he came out, he had a very serious look on his face.

“One visitor at a time. She also requested that Miss Putellas be last,” the doctor said. “We are going to keep her here for a few more days for observation, and I will be back to do my rounds. Make sure she rests.”

After the doctor left, Mapi led Alexia to the nearest chair, gently depositing the older woman in the seat before sitting beside her. Since it was announced, Alexia had yet to say a word or move a muscle.

There was a little bit of arguing between your siblings about who got to see you first. Eventually, Rosa won, instantly rushing into the room to comfort you the best she could.

Your brother kicked a nearby trash can, immediately apologizing when some nurses rushed over. Looking around, he noticed Mapi holding Alexia, who stared at the floor with a blank look on her face.

With a deep sigh, he made his way over, knowing that Alexia was the only thing that could help hold you together during this time. He crouched down in front of the younger woman, carefully holding her face in his hands.

“I’m going to need you to be strong for her. Can you do that?” Leo asked, his eyes pleading, emotions clear on his face as he too looked like he was going to break any minute. “She may try to push all of us away, but you can’t let her do that, okay?”

“This is my fault,” Alexia whispered, the words she’s been holding in since she arrived at the hospital that first day. The guilt had been eating away at her, its appetite growing stronger with each day that passed.

“No, no, Alexia, you can’t think that,” Mapi said, grabbing a hold of the midfielder’s hand, rubbing her thumbs in what she hoped was soothing circles.

“It is,” she croaked, her emotions catching in her throat, “if I didn’t fight with her, maybe we would have been driving to practice together like we usually do.”

“You couldn’t have known this was going to happen,” Mapi tried again, desperate to save her friend from spiraling down a hole she’ll never be able to get out of.

“All it takes is two seconds. If I had stayed those two seconds and told her I love her and hugged her goodbye like I usually do, maybe she wouldn’t have gotten into that accident.”

“Alexia,” your brother tilted her chin just enough that he could look into her eyes. “Don’t do this to yourself. It won’t help anyone. What’s done is done, and we need to move on and be there for my sister. No pity parties. She is our priority.”

Your girlfriend nodded her head, promising she would do her best, adding it to the list of promises she made to your sleeping form the day before.

One by one, everyone took their turn visiting you. Rosa had come out exhausted, having had the hard task of explaining everything and catching you up on everything that had happened since that fateful day.

Before Alexia knew it, Mapi was standing in front of her, a serious look on her face as she hugged the midfielder, prepping her for the meeting ahead.

Slowly, Alexia made her way over, pausing just in front of the room. Beyond the door, she would finally see you awake, but she had no idea where your head was at. The two of you hadn’t left things in the best spot, but all her prayers had finally been answered by your awakening.

With the last bit of courage she could muster before she chickened out and ran away, Alexia stepped into the room, her eyes softening at seeing you sitting up in your bed all on your own.

"I guess you got your wish," you mumbled, your eyes still trained on the window, not even turning to see your girlfriend awkwardly approach your bed. "I won't be leaving Barcelona."

The words stilled Alexia where she was. She had not expected those to be the first words out of your mouth to her. To know that the fight before the accident had stuck in your mind so strongly was a punch in the gut to Alexia.

“Mi amor, I never wanted this,” Alexia said, her heart cracking as she watched you sitting with a blank look on your face. “You have to know that I would never want you to be hurt.”

"It doesn't matter. What’s done is done," the trembling in your voice betrayed the emotionless facade you were trying to put on.

The coldness in your tone worried Alexia. Never had she heard you so defeated before.

"We don’t know that. The doctor said you might be able to walk again."

"Might," you stressed. "Which means, it might also never happen. I can’t get my hopes up. It'll just end up hurting too much when it doesn’t happen."

Alexia knew that you had been stewing in this revelation since you’d woken up, and she hated that she hadn’t been here earlier to comfort you.

“You can break up with me now,” you said, shocking the other woman once again into speechlessness.

When she got her bearings back, Alexia stepped up to the foot of your bed. “Why would I break up with you?”

“If I remember correctly, you thought me being in a different country was going to break us. I can’t walk now, so I’ll be even more of a burden than the distance would have been.”

In an instant, Alexia was by your side, scooting the chair closer so she could sit by your side. Gingerly lifting your hand, Alexia brought your hand to her chest. She held it tightly between her own, and waited for the greenlight to get closer.

“I love you, Y/N. More than anything. This doesn’t change my feelings for you. I was wrong before when I didn’t believe we could do long distance, I was just so scared. But almost losing you made me realize that I can’t be scared. That I need to work for us like we’ve done all these years.”

“Ale,” the way her name fell off your lips told her you were at a loss. She had nothing to say, she just needed to fill the silence. So, she put on her big girl pants and took the reins because she knew she needed to be the strong one here.

“We will figure this out together, I promise,” Alexia said, your face now in between her hands as her eyes stared hard into yours. “It will be hard, but I will be here for you. I will not let you do this alone. You have me for as long as you want me, okay?”

At the first sight of tears, the midfielder was sliding into the bed, mindful of your injuries as she gathered you in her arms. The two of you sat there in silence, but when you nuzzled closer to her, she knew that you believed her.

Your tears stained her shirt, but Alexia didn’t care. In fact, she pulled you closer, wishing there was something she could do to take your pain away.

"I can't feel them," you cried, your voice cracking as your fingernails dug into your thighs, begging for some kind of stimulation. But instead, you felt nothing.

"I'm so sorry, mi amor. I'm so, so sorry," Alexia mumbled as she held you close.

Your arms abandoned the numbness of your legs and latched onto her body as if she was the only thing keeping you afloat.

While you had both wished for some way to stay together, you never would have imagined that this is what the universe had in store for you. At least, you both knew you could lean on each other to figure out this new normal.

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