#I couldn't hold myself back fully but I tried please believe me

[ohworm-writes]

Just thinking about veteran and or retired neighbor Price right now *sighs dreamily while twirling my hair*

Like, okay - imagine having a house next door to Price situated in a small, cozy village up somewhere in Northern England, surrounded by nothing but green, grassy plains and dense forests with a stream that runs through the small village. I see him living somewhere cozy... quiet. Away from the loud, noisy environments that he'd been so used to, finding somewhere calm to settle down.

I see him having a pet. Maybe a lazy dog or a farm cat, something that'll follow him around and take a nap with him after a long day, either laid across his body or beside him. But, at the same time, maybe he'd like a pet that has a bit of energy - you can take a man out of the military, but you can't take the military out of a man. He still has so many traits and habits he's picked up from the military, and if you know anything about older, retired men, it's that they always need something to do and busy themselves with.

RANDOM THOUGHT but I feel like he wouldn't retire unless Laswell grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and forced him out of the military, likely for his own good. If it were up to him, he'd stay in the fight until he died, so I'd think that him getting close to it was what pushed for the decision to be made for him to retire - maybe he was injured to an extent that it wouldn't be smart for him to keep going or something of the like - I could totally see him with an amputation of sorts (like, twinning with Alex lol).

I think he'd like to keep to himself for as much as he could. I don't see him as one of those super friendly, "oh, let me help you with that" type of neighbors unless the situation is right, or, rather, unless he's called upon for help. Like, he's grumpy and stoic, but only until somebody comes to him asking "hey, sorry to bother, but can you help me with something" and he'd soften up - begrudgingly, it seems, but, really, he's happy to offer some assistance. It makes him feel useful.

God, imagine moving in next door to him and struggling to unload your car of all the boxes and things that are haphazardly packed inside of it, and him walking out of his house, seeing the way that you're struggling, and letting out a heavy sigh - just like "welp, suppose I know how I'm spendin' my mornin' now" and coming over to offer his assistance, a little awkward at first, but that quickly melts away as he settles into comfortable conversation with you.

*slamming fist against the table repetitively* BRINGING HIM FOOD OR TREATS AS A MEANS OF THANKING HIM FOR HIS HELP! A little reusable container held between your hands, to your chest, walking over to his place and knocking on the door, outstretching it towards him and being like "thank you - for your help... I wanted to show my appreciation, you know? so, I made you this" and giving the container to him.

AND WHO IS HE TO SAY NO??? (He tries, believe me, but that sweet, eager look on your face, wordlessly begging for him to take it... he can't deny you). AND HIM RETURNING TO YOUR PLACE A FEW DAYS LATER WITH THE CONTAINER IN HAND, BEING ALL GREATFUL AND STUFF. God, someone let him be real, pleaseee.

Becoming comfortable neighbors with him, spending rainy afternoons over at his house, or, in contrast, him at yours, sat on the front porch with a cup of tea or coffee or hot chocolate in hand, gossiping about some of the neighbors that live within the houses along the street, the both of you sharing your own life stories here and there, him divulging about his time in the military without shame.

Okay, I know a lot of people like to think that he wouldn't ever share or talk about it, but I can't see that. It's not like he's ashamed of his time - he's proud of the work he did, if anything, and it's all behind him now, so why should he be shy to share about the things he did? Of course, I don't think he'd go into gruesome detail about it or share about everything he's seen, but he'd totally be like "yeah, I've been all over the world - did a few OPs in X, Y and Z countries, took down terrorists, et cetera" and answer any questions with pride.

Him totally being The Man™ who you can go to if you need help with anything. Need help with a leaky sink? Give him a few minutes and he'll be over with a toolbox. Want to do an oil change on your car but have no clue where to start? Don't worry, he's got an oil pan, jack and a few rags around somewhere, he's sure - he'll be over in a few. Want some simple, good ol' company? He's outside the door already.

He'd be more than happy to give you a tour of the village if you ask, pointing out which neighbors to trust and which to be wary of, telling you about his favorite pub that's posed all the way on the far side of the town, but he promises you that the food, drinks and atmosphere are like nothing else. Walking with you down the stone pathways, footsteps clacking against them, taking in the sights with you and answering every question you may have, or, simply settling into a comfortable silence with you. At peace. Comfortable.

I'm so *laying on my bed on my stomach and kicking my feet slowly in the air behind me* I need him.

#I tried to hold myself back on the world building aspect because only the gods know how crazy I was about to go #I couldn't hold myself back fully but I tried please believe me #Toying with the dog tags I bought that are for him that I bought while I write this *sigh* #I should make this into something #I really should #(Send me asks and requests if you're interested? Maybe? Fuel my thoughts? Please?) #price x reader #john price x reader #captain price x reader #captain john price x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x reader

[burrito-fight]

logical - luke castellan

notes: based off of logical by olivia rodrigo :), gif not mine <3 there are time skips after every lyric chunk, it'll make sense when you read it. first fic, please like and reblog :))

warnings: toxic!luke , angsty

word count: 1k, including lyrics

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Master manipulator God, you're so good at what you do

“You believe me, don’t you?” Luke asked, his voice sweet like nectar.

You heard the stories about what Luke had done to Percy. Chiron had sat you down and talked to you, Percy came in and told you, Annabeth cried about it, and even your siblings and random campers checked in on you to make sure you were okay. Or perhaps they wanted to see if you were on Luke’s side.

You weren’t sure.

But no matter how many times you heard what Luke had done, you wanted to hear from him yourself. You knew he did it, you just didn’t know why. You were still holding on to the idea that there was good in him.

Which was why you were even out here in the city, making arrangements immediately after getting that letter, to talk to Luke.

He was good at that. At making you forget everything and come running to him.

He was also good at convincing you he did what had to be done.

“Y/N?” he asked, concern in his voice.

You knew he didn’t actually care. But he was good at manipulating you into thinking he did. Maybe he wasn’t good at that and you just wanted to believe he cared.

“Yeah, I believe you.” 

Come for me like a savior And I'd put myself through hell for you

Your feet pounded against the ground, the blood in your veins growing hotter as you ran.

You weren’t like most demigods. You didn’t like fighting monsters. It didn’t come naturally to you.

But the monsters still found you.

At the sound of the monster’s growling growing closer, you took a sharp turn and entered an alley. Almost immediately, you regretted that decision. The alley was wide, but it was a dead end. 

Which meant the only way out was to fight.

You faced the entrance to the alley, no doubt the monster was going to enter soon, and took out your sword. You’d die fighting if you had to.

But you didn’t even have to fight.

At the sound of a pained hiss, you made your way out of the alley, only to see Luke standing above a monster horn, sword out and breathing heavily. 

He ignored his spoil of war, turning around to find you staring at him like he was a knight in shining armor. 

“Did it get you?” he asked, coming closer and inspecting your face for any scratches or bruises.

You shook your head, affirming that you were okay.

Maybe you didn’t die fighting, but you’d die going through hell for that boy.

Hear all the rumors lately That you always denied

“He’s growing a monster army,” Percy shook his head in disgust. “He said he wants to create a new age, and bring Kronos back. He’s not bringing balance, he’s destroying the world.”

You nodded along with Percy, feigning disgust and giving the right response when needed. The campers didn’t fully trust you, but Percy often kept you updated on Luke through his dreams and quests. It was as if he knew you were caught in the middle of it and wanted to keep you away from Luke’s side.

It was a good idea, but Luke was always two steps ahead. He was in contact with you immediately, trying to deny rumors and battle plans that Percy accused him of.

No matter how much he denied them, you knew what the truth was.

And still, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him.

And I fell for you like water Falls from the February sky But now the current's stronger No, I couldn't get out if I tried But you convinced me, baby It was all in my mind

Whenever you thought about loving Luke, you realized it didn't happen all at once.

It was a little, every time he offered you a chocolate bar from when he got the satyrs to get something from outside of camp. Every time he slowed down to make sure you got the techniques down. Every time he checked in on you, just because he wanted to be sure you were okay.

Before you realized it, you were sinking.

You were sinking under the weight of how much you loved Luke while wondering if he even truly loved you back. Or was it all a ploy to have someone on the inside of Camp?

“It’s too much, Luke,” you told him one day. “Having to sit here and watch while you try to destroy Camp, the one place that’s home. It’s just too much.”

“Don’t you want a better life for us?” he asked, his voice soft and sweet. He was never loud, not with you. “Don’t you want a life where our kids can be happy and not have to worry about glory and the gods? I’m not destroying Camp, I’m destroying the Gods. I’m making a better world, baby. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”

But was that a better world?

And now you got me thinking Two plus two equals five And I'm the love of your life 'Cause if rain don't pour and sun don't shine Then changing you is possible No, love is never logical

The love you had for Luke would one day be the death of you, you knew that. You’d go to the ends of the worlds for him, while he’d only do it if Kronos allowed him.

He called you the love of his life, he promised that he’d do anything for you, but it was all a lie.

Because he couldn’t change, he couldn’t love, he couldn’t do anything if it didn’t align with his idea of a better world. With Kronos' idea of a better world.

“You knew that,” Percy whispered. “You knew all of that, and you stayed with him. Why?”

You looked ahead, at the gold coffin wherein Luke laid. It was almost done, it was almost time for him to rise. The second Kronos rose, you knew he was going to get rid of you. You weren’t reliable, not to him.

But you were okay with it. In fact, you wanted Kronos to use Luke's body and do it as soon as possible. It was possibly the only thing that could save him.

You looked back at Percy, sighing to yourself. “What can I say? Love is never logical.”

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[i-drop-level-one-loot]

🎃 Good enough to Eat

Licking CW: bound reader, abduction, body worship (receiving), teasing, drugging, dub-con, body image issues

The reflection in the mirror glared at their body, turning in circles to fully appreciate how bad they looked in this outfit. It was such a stereotypical thing to do that (Reader) felt ashamed, but that didn't stop them, not when their skin was squishing out over the top of their jeans. Their best friend was waiting in the living room for them to hurry up, but every shirt they put on laid weird on their body, even their favorite band tee. It was just going to be one of those days.

(Reader) left the bathroom mopey, struggling to look happy. Their attempt failed completely when Vince pulled out his phone to take a picture of them.

"Not today V."

"What? Why?! We never get to hang out anymore, and I want some pictures of us." The man whined, jokingly pouting to hide his real disappointment.

"I'm just..." (Reader) tugged on their shirt subconsciously, "not feeling it."

Vince's eyes narrowed, his joking demeanor fading into an empty glare (Reader) had never seen before, worrying them. "I can't do this. I wanted to do this the right way, but you're pissing me off."

Before (Reader) could question their friend he shoved his fingers into their mouth, pressing a bitter tasting pill into their throat and forcing it down. They tried to jump back, but Vince held (Reader's) head, clasping their mouth shut until they swallowed and holding them still until it kicked in. First their muscles grew heavy, then (Reader) couldn't hold their eyes open, collapsing into Vince's arms.

(Reader) woke up hours later, completely naked and hands chained to the ceiling above them, arms twisted in an angle where they couldn't pull up and dangling just high enough for their toes to touch the floor. In the dark of the cellar, Vince stood in front of (Reader) with his arms crossed, a disappointed look on his handsome face.

"Vince? Where am I...?"

"Mmm.. my house." Vince was uncharacteristically upset, his voice cold and eyes weary with frustration.

"Why-?"

"You know, I had this whole date planned out for us. I was finally going to confess to you." He looked down, rubbing his hands together. "But you're so damn insecure, I know if I told you today that I've been in love with you for the past seven years you wouldn't have believed me."

A strange ache stabbed into (Reader's) heart; a conflicting mixture of his congestion causing it to skip a beat and pain from their anxiety. He was right, they didn't deserve his love. Ignoring the fact that he had just kidnapped them, Vince was the most attractive man (Reader) had ever seen off the big screen.

"Vince, I-"

"So, before I officially confess to you, I need you feeling better about yourself, so you accept me." Vince walked over, a sick smile creeping over his features. "You are so fucking beautiful. I've never met anyone as sexy as you."

"Vince, I'm sorry... If you let me go we can pretend like this never happened.."

He cocked his head. "Why would I want to do that? I finally have you all to myself, and you want me to pretend like I've never had the privilege to see you like this?"

(Reader) sniffled, ashamed, both by how exposed they were and by his sweet talking. "Please stop-"

"You don't believe me.. That really hurts my feelings, (Reader). It was bad enough hearing you criticize the person I love all the goddamn time, but even now you're looking at me like I'm a liar." He pressed his nose against their cheek, inhaling their scent. "Which is so unfair, when you look good enough to eat."

His sharp canines bit into (Reader's) neck as his rough hands caressed their body, rubbing their chest and the spot between their shoulder blades. (Reader) cried out, both in surprise and from pain, before squirming in discomfort as he ran his tongue over his teeth marks.

Vince seemed to enjoy the reaction he got from licking (Reader's) neck, because he moved down, chasing the shivers he was sending down their body. His calloused palms gripped (Reader's) flesh, digging his fingers into their soft body selfishly. His hot muscle left wet trails down (Reader's) goosebumps, greedily tasting their body.

He left hickies from his sucking and biting, bruising their nipples from enthusiasm. Every time he latched on it was hard enough to draw blood, but was quick to soothe the stinging with kisses, cleaning the red droplets with his tongue. Vince ignored (Reader's) pleas and whines, enraptured by the taste he had dreamt of for so long.

"You are so beautiful.." He groaned dreamily, pawing at himself through his pants as he planted butterfly kisses down to (Reader's) hip, turned on by their shudders under his feather soft touches. Sliding into his knees, Vince gazed up at (Reader) with lust. "Please say that you believe me now."

"Vince.." (Reader) was torn between their embarrassment and how good they felt.

His lips attached to their sensitive skin right next to their groin, tickling them. The area was so sensitive to the touch that they arched their spine to get their pelvis away from the teasing kisses, but lost their footing, rocking back into Vince's face.

The man continued licking and kissing everywhere but (Reader's) genitalia, encouraged by their responsiveness. He wouldn't gift them release, not until they felt have much he craved their body.

"Do you believe me now?" His heavy panting against their skin was almost as unbearable as his spider light brushing.

Desperate to be let down, (Reader) whined "Yes! I believe you.."

"Does that mean you'll let me be your man?" Another kiss, closer towards their painful arousal. (Reader's) thighs quivered and butterflies erupted in their belly.

"Yes!"

"Because you know that I love you?" The fluid leaking down (Reader's) leg was licked off hungrily.

"God, yes!"

"And you love me too?"

"Yes! I love you, I love you too, Vince!"

As soon as he got his confirmation, (Reader's) legs were draped over his shoulders.

(Reader's) toes curled as Vince's tongue swirled around their most delicate parts, drinking in their essence. His mouth devoured (Reader), crushing his face with their pelvis, pulling them harder into his jaw, hands on their buttocks pushing them in.

"Vince, I'm gonna cum.." (Reader) pathetically whimpered, feeling his tongue fuck them faster.

A wave a shame followed their climax, insecure suddenly over their orgasm. But that brief thought immediately dissipated as Vince didn't stop, taking all of their juices and continuing his assault on their sensitive nerves, pushing them past the point of pleasure. Tears poured from (Reader's) eyes as they tried to wiggle out of his iron grip.

But Vince continued until he came, pulling away to breathe as he moaned out, staining his jeans. His face returned to the kind looking Vince (Reader) knew and adored, smiling up at (Reader) sweetly as though he hadn't just abducted and assaulted (Reader).

"Thank you for accepting my feelings, gorgeous."

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

The bond Of A Dragon

Aemond Targaryen sat in front of the burning fire, eyes tracing the flames as the wood cracked in the dark. He refused to leave this spot, knowing it wouldn't change anything but still he stayed.

Probably waiting for something.

Or someone.

“You finally came.”

Aemonda words echoed in the room, listening to the light breeze of the newly opened window and the scratch of nails against the floor only to be replaced by the soft padding of feet against stone.

You stayed quiet, knowing you had revealed yourself.

You said nothing, not even knowing what to make of it. You felt pity, you felt ashamed, you felt like it was your fault.

You couldn't bear to look at Aemond, the one time you were supposed to protect the moment after he found you, claimed you and discovered who you were.

He never meant to, thinking you were a normal dragon, a smaller one that grew much, much bigger over time.

He then discovered you were, in fact, not. Very obvious the moment he had slipped and fallen, only to be caught in the arms of a girl around his age in the place of his dragon.

Everything went down from there the moment he left.

“Ashamed of looking at me?” Aemonda broke your thinking and you could hear the emotion in his voice he desperately tried to mask.

You heard it, saw it, and couldn't stop it. You held his head and covered his gaping gash from Lucerys Velaryon the moment it happened, but we're pushed away and thought to be some servant girl.

You couldn't protect him even if you tried.

“Don't worry, you won't be the first.” Aemonda scoffed, and finally you stepped forward to his chair, holding the top of it as you appeared around the side and he could not finally see you.

“I am not ashamed of you…but of myself.” You muttered, looking down at him but the moment he looked up at you in confusion, you averted your eyes.

“Why yourself?” Aemond could almost scoff at the thought.

“It is my duty to ensure you are safe, I failed.” you stated, moving to the floor in front of his chair at his feet, looking into the fire as you held your legs to yourself and into your chest.

Aemond studies you from behind, able to brush the hair from the side of your face as he toyed with the strands and mulled over your words.

“...I may have lost my eye, but I gained a dragon.”

His hand grazed over the top of your hair as you sat at his legs, leaning against them.

“I am not worth what you have lost.” you objected, trying to move away from his hand as if you didn't deserve the comfort.

“I can argue that.” Aemond bickered back.

“How?”

“I waited for you my whole life. I prayed to many gods like a pathetic babe I would gain a dragon, that I would finally be worthy. And here you are.”

Aemonda states, speaking the truth which you would learn to love later in life. But not now. Because you didn't think it was true.

“We both know you are lying.” you shook your head adamantly.

“Mull over it as long as you like, I speak what I believe is true.” Aemond shrugged, leaning back into his chair and back into the fire.

You kept your eyes down, knees to your chest and back against his legs as you did mull over it.

You mulled over what has happened, how you could have prevented it but you couldn't go back in time.

So you bowed to make it right. To give him something in return.

“Would you like his eye?” you seemingly perked up as you thought of the perfect gift, looking over your shoulder at your rider with seemingly gleaming eyes.

“...his eye?” Aemonda raised a brow, not fully digesting the lengths you would go.

You tilted your own, turning your body to rest your chin atop his knee, gazing up at him with a look that he knew was serious, yet delivered innocently like nothing.

“Would that not please you?” you raised a brow questioningly.

“How will you get his eye? My mother couldn't even get my…father to get it.” Aemond shook off the thought with the wave of his hand.

“I am of the dragon.” You said, as if it was not obvious. You grabbed his hand as he waved it, intertwining it with your own.

“As am I.” Aemond said with his own raised brow as he studied your intertwined fingers. It felt right to him.

“Are you? Care to take a flight beside me?”

Aemond now saw the amusement in your eye, rolling his own singular one now as he recognized your jest.

He tried to take back his hand, but soon realized it was merely impossible with your grip on it.

“You're insufferable.” He muttered, gazing back into the fire but taking into account the grin that graces your lips as a small hum mixed with a giggle poured out.

“You will grow to love it.” you simply stated, flicking the specks of lint of the fabric of his knee.

“And if I don't?” Aemond asked, like a jab but mainly out of curiosity of the limit he could push a dragon, and a dragon like you at that.

You flickered your eyes back up to his, seeing the way he wanted to look at you but refused. You took into account the growing scar, the faint shadow of the fire crossing his face in the dark room.

You said nothing as of yet, but with calculated movements Aemond would grow to admire, with the grace of a dragon you stood up, perching yourself on the armrest of his chair and making yourself comfortable at his side.

You basked in the warmth, leaning your body back and head onto his as you closed your eyes.

“...we are bound until your dying breath. Your dying breath will not come soon, so you better.”

Aemond listened to your muttered words in high valyrian, wanting to look and take your hand that said so closely to his, but he couldn't.

He listened, but he couldn't. He felt like it would taint you, he was tainted but he wouldn't taint you.

But as you spoke your form of reassurance, even in your own way,

He would indulge in leaning into your side, into your warmth by the fire, something new, something that would be his familiar all too soon

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[kylianswifey]

Car Accident - Kylian Mbappe x Reader

The reader and Kylian get in a car accident on their way home and it results in one of them being badly injured. ______________________________ Kylian's POV: "..and we all burst out laughing, it was so funny, baby" Y/N was telling a story our friend told at the party while I was in the bathroom. "She is just crazy. She's always been like that" I chuckle. "I know." she said but suddenly stopped talking and looked at the road. I was driving a little fast, but I wanted to be home as soon as possible because I had training tomorrow and I was so tired. Y/N gets very uncomfortable when I drive fast, but I think she's gotten used to it by now, she trusts me. "Ky, can you slow down, baby?" I place my hand on her thigh, still keeping my eyes on the road. I give her a little squeeze as a form of comfort. "It's okay, honey. Don't worry, relax." she didn't seem convinced but still decided to not argue any further. What happened next was the reason I regret not listening to her begs for me to slow down. Everything happened in a blink of an eye. I drove through an intersection and a car going full speed crashed into us, on Y/N side. Our car dragged across the road and finally crashed into a road barrier. I was dizzy. I was still in shock, I couldn't tell what happened. It all came to me when I took a look at Y/N. My heart dropped. She was covered in blood and was half awake. I moved my arms to reach out to her and I felt a sharp pain on my chest, but I didn't care. I only cared about her. It was my fault, everything was my fault. She looked panicked and in a lot of pain. "Y/N?" I reach out to her slowly and I touch her wet cheeks. She looked at me and started screaming in pain. "Kylian...Kylian, oh, my god, I'm in so much pain..aghh" I felt so weak, I wanted to kill myself right there. I tried my best to make her stay still. I reached for my phone and called 911. "Y/N, baby. It's going to be okay, stay still, please. Calm down, it's okay." she wasn't even listening to me. She just kept her eyes shut and yelped in pain. "Kylian, I don't want to die, please..." "No, no, no, no, you're not going to die, Y/N. We're both going to be okay. This will pass, I just need you to be strong, please." I felt my cheeks getting wet from my tears. This was a heartbreaking sight for me. The woman I love is in this horrible state because of me and I can't do anything to make her feel better. She kept squeezing my hand and yelping in pain. I ran my hand through her blood stained hair and said comforting words to her, hoping it would calm her down. "Shh..Shh... It's almost over, baby. The help is on the way, keep holding on." She stopped for a second and quickly turned her head to look at me. "Oh, my god. Kylian, are YOU okay? Are you hurt? You're bleeding from your arm-" I couldn't believe she cared about me in those moments, I was the reason we were in this state. "No, I'm okay. I'm okay, don't worry about me, please. I'm so so so sorry, honey. I'm sorry I put you through this." she shook her head, disagreeing with my statement. She was trying to not blame me for this. She rested her head back on the damaged head restraint. I looked at her, trying the keep her awake just like the paramedics on the phone told me to. I forgot about my own pain at all when I saw her drifting to sleep. I shook her head lightly. "No..no..no, Y/N, baby? You have to stay awake, okay?" "I can't keep my eyes open anymore, Ky." "Y/N, yes, you can. Look at me, tell me something." She couldn't even talk before she closed her eyes fully, not even listening to my words. "Y/N? Y/N? COME ON, BABY... OPEN YOUR EYES" I heard the sirens outside. An ambulance approached us and the paramedics rushed to her side. They took her and put her on the stretcher, carrying her inside the ambulance. A paramedic approached me. "Sir, you need to get checked out too." "No, I'm fine. I'm going with her." "Sir, plea-" "I SAID I'M FINE, PLEASE."

I rushed inside the ambulance and sat next to my girlfriend's side. I held her fragile hand in mine and cried hard. I was supposed to keep her safe, not put her through this. I felt so ashamed of my actions. She was still unconscious. I felt a paramedic's hand on my shoulder. He looked at me and give me a squeeze on the shoulder. "She's going to be okay. Her injuries don't seem life threatening. She will be okay." I felt a little relieved after he said that. Earlier, Y/N's words about not wanting to die made me go crazy. We reached the hospital and they took her in. Finally, a nurse convinced me to get checked out too. It took 20 minutes before they let me go and I rushed to the entrance of the room they took her in and sat on the hospital chair. After what felt like an eternity, a doctor came out. I stood up quickly and rushed to him. "How is Y/N?" "She isn't in any serious danger. She has a broken arm, bruises and a mild concussion. It will take some time for her to heal, but she won't have any permanent damages. She's resting right now, you can go inside if you want." "Thank you so much, doctor." I shook his hand and went inside. My beautiful girlfriend was sleeping peacefully on the bed. Her cuts and bruises looked less bloody and her arm was in a cast. I sat on the chair next to her bed and took her hand in mine. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. She was okay, but I could've lost her tonight. I felt so blessed having her with me. However, no matter what, I still felt shame. She shouldn't have been here. She should've been at home, laying on the bed with me, cuddling, making love. I didn't notice I had fallen asleep on the chair when a sudden movement woke me up from my nap. I looked at Y/N who was slowly opening her eyes. She looked around the room and landed her eyes on me. She gave me a small smile and closed her eyes again. She was tired, of course. "Y/N, baby. You're at he hospital. Everything is okay, you're not in any danger, but don't tire yourself, we will talk later, okay?" She gave me a nod and held my hand. She was trying to say something. "Ky, it's not your fault. I love you. I'm okay."

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[foreveryourseternally]

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want This Time

Frankenstein's monster x reader

Part four

The creature recoiled it's hand, almost surprised by your simple question. You said nothing and dared not to move, blinking back tears as you continued to stare. The thing cleared it's throat and appeared to be thinking hard about a response. "I-," began the creature, before trailing off and letting out another throaty sound. It briefly made eye contact with you, yellow eyes still glowing with the intensity of hellfire then focused it's gaze on some unseen point on the floor. "Are you familiar, by chance, with Paradise Lost," the beast finally spoke and again made belief eye contact. You let out a sniffle and shook your head slightly, as you had heard of the story but never wanted to read it. The thing made a grunt in what you could only hope was satisfaction, "Then I hope that this will be easier than I had anticipated."

The creature shifted, sitting down on the floor and relaxing slightly. "There was a man you see; foolish and arrogant. He believed himself to be like God and I: his Adam," the entity paused and glanced at you to confirm you were listening, "Though upon my creation I was cast out; unwanted, hated: I was not Adam but moreover Satan." At this you inhaled sharply, carefully watching the beast, unsure of what any of this meant. It gave you a look at the sound of your breath and seemed almost hesitant to continue but nevertheless pressed on. "I was made through sin and overconfidence; my birth unnatural, my body the product of grave robbery and desecration. I was cursed with life, brought into existence for the sole purpose of one man's pride. No: I was never destined to be Adam, my life is that which is unholy." It's voice rose in frustration it seemed but quickly returned to it's original octave as it went on. "Outcasted and forced to live without love or guidance I was able to become educated and through watching others from the shadows I understood grief, betrayal, and love. I had been shown grief and was betrayed by my creation but love was something unattainable it seemed." Suddenly it's tone shifted to one of anger and desperation, "I've done horrible things because of this, monstrous things. Surely though you cannot blame me? No: it was not my fault but his, forcing me into this lonely existence, dooming me it seemed to a life full of hatred and despair. You couldn't fault me? Could you?" The creature looked up at you and for a second you were afraid that you'd be meeting your demise, but at the realization the the beast seemed to be at the brink of tears you began to soften and feel sympathy. "No," you whispered, "I suppose not," you said making eye contact.

The creature let out an anguished sob before it dove forward, grabbing you and pulling you towards it. This startled you yet oddly you weren't afraid still feeling overwhelmingly sad for the creature. "You are a divine creature truly," it wailed, hugging you to it's chest while you simply sat there and listened. "You do not deserve to have been cursed by my presence. I am a Hell-ish beast and should be left to decay and wallow for my sins. I was foolish to still believe that there was still good left for me. No: I'm sorry divine creature, sweet angel, for bringing myself upon you. I simply could not help myself, you see," it's grip on you tightened slightly as it sobbed. "I saw you once out in the forest, unaware of my presence. I watched you, first in curiosity then in envy before finally being overwhelmed with adoration. A heavenly being untainted by the same hatred and loathsome world it seemed. So pure that I was overcome with the desire to follow you to know more about you, and as it seems I've gone too far. I've tainted you and yet I am still so selfish in my desires that I sit here holding you, cradling you knowing that by doing so I will only curse you to damnation. I beg your forgiveness, please," the thing sounded desperate as you tried to fully understand the words leaving it's mouth. "It's, I-," you struggled to find the words, "Would you like to stay?" You were only met with heavy sobs as the beast hugged you tighter, you couldn't figure out why you had asked such a question, maybe it was the overwhelming amount of information you had just received or maybe you felt bad for the thing's apparent loneliness but you were surely weren't afraid anymore. The thing's sobs subsided slightly and it choked out a thank you.

Note: Apologizes for the long wait on the next chapter, I've been swamped with school and work. I'm writing this on my phone so if there's any formating or grammar/spelling errors I'm sorry in advance

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[skiiyoomin]

Hiiii, I saw u want requests so here it is !

What about, domestic & sub Gojo ? (NSFW)

In wich he distract you while you're playing video games, bc he's needy and wanna make his Significant Other feel good. By eating her out and all, sub Gojo really wants her attention and doing more.

Or it can just be fluff where he wants to hold you in his arms and doesn't want you to get out of bed.

Dunno if it's good, hope you like the idea !

OMG YES. SUB GOJO >>> I lowkey picture Gojo as a bratty sub

ok ok i wanna challenge myself and try writing NSFW since i've never done it before. It' s been a while since i actually wrote something other than headcanons, so if this flops just know i tried :,)

I TAKE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. If you see something I can work on PLEASE TELL ME

warnings: smut, IMPLIED FEM READER

RULES!!

DO NOT COPY MY WORK OR REPOST PLEASE!!

REQUESTS: OPEN

NAVIGATION

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

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NEEDY | GOJO SATORU

"Babyyy"

"One second Toru"

One second. That's what you've been saying for the past hour and yet there were no signs of you wanting to move from your spot in front of the computer. That damn computer.

Gojo huffed in annoyance. He'd been feeling needy all day, wanting your undivided attention, but what did you want to do? Play video games, and that's exactly what you did, barely sparing him as much as a glance.

Fine. If he had to fight for your attention then that's exactly what he was gonna do.

Hopping off the bed, he gripped the back your chair, swiveling it around to face him. "Toru what are you doing??" Without a word he plopped onto your lap, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Placing the controller on the desk behind you, you placed your now free hands on his back, rubbing circles against it. "Baby what's up with you?" A soft whine escaped his throat in response. "Darling you gotta use your words for me" "Mm wanna make you feel good" There was a long pause as you suddenly stopped your soft movements against his back.

Gojo was starting to believe he did something wrong when you suddenly grabbed a fistful of his hair, pushing him away from the spot on your neck to look at him properly. You gazed up at him, a dark lustful tint in your eyes. "You wanna make me feel good?" You questioned with an almost mocking tone in your voice. Gojo couldn't help the visible shiver that ran down his spine, feeling the tingles go straight to his cock. "Fine then, get on the bed" He eagerly shuffled off of your lap, anxiously waiting for your next order.

Crawling onto the bed, you swung a leg over his torso, placing yourself atop his abdomen. Looking up at you, he felt his breath catch in his throat. To him, you looked like a goddess, looking down at him, ready to devour what's yours. In one quick movement you threw your shirt off, throwing it carelessly to the side. Gojo couldn't help but slide his hands along the sides of your waist, feeling the dip and curves. These gestures, however, were stopped abruptly when you snatched his hands and pinned them on either side of his head, leaning over him as you smirked down at his helpless state.

Teasingly, you bent right above his lips, your hot breaths morphing into one. He glanced down at your lips, licking his own in anticipation, then looked back up at you, pleadingly begging for what he so desperately longed for. Finally, you gave into his wishes, pressing your mouth into his own, creating a sensual and passionate kiss. It wasn't long before your tounges mixed together, leaving you both breathless and in need for more. Pulling away, you wordlessly climed off his torso, removing the rest of your garments off. Gojo stared, mouth agape and cock becoming growingly uncomfortable in his jeans. "You know, I don't think it's fair I'm the only one naked" You teased, successfully snapping Gojo out of his daze.

"I want to eat you out" He claimed, now fully naked. You stared up at him in what could only be desire "Then what are you waiting for" He crawled onto the bed again, now switching position with him leaning over you. His breath tickled your neck as he pressed hungry kisses trailing them down until he reached your core. He glanced up at you as he pressed a teasing kiss on your inner thigh eliciting a soft gasp from you, however his teasing didn't last longer as his own desire to make you feel good overwhelmed his senses.

Taking your legs in his hands, he licked a long stripe from your aching hole to your clit causing a moan to rip from your throat. This only encouraged him further as he continuously abused your bundle of nerves, tearing moan after moan from you. A particularly loud moan escaped you as Gojo moved from your clit to your hole, pushing his wet muscle in you. Despite his jaw beginning to sore, he continued his rapid motions, eager to make you reach your peak.

"F-Fuck! Toru!!" You arched your back, gripping Gojos' hair, making said man groan in pain and pleasure. The vibrations from his throat sent you over the edge as your eyes rolled back, screaming out his name in ecstasy, seeing nothing but white for a hot second.

Panting, you looked down at your lover licking the remnants of cum off his lips with a giddy grin. He rightened himself, leaning over you to press a sweet kiss on your lips. "Was it good?" He softly asked, you couldn't help the chuckle rumbling from you, "It was more than good" You looked down, noticing his still rock hard cock. Smirking up at him, you exclaimed "I don't think we're done here though"

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CLIFFHANGER LMAO

that's all imma write for now, the rest is up to your imagination ;D

honestly i just wanted to use this and experiment a little bit since it's my first time writing smut

i said this before and i'll say it again. IF YOU NOTICE SOMETHING I CAN WORK ON DONT BE AFRAID TO TELL ME I NEED CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM

and no you wont hurt my feelings dw, i wanna improve my writing so it would be of great help if yall could point things out!!

anyways i really hope you liked this, i put A LOT of thought and effort into this!!

anyways bye!

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[kteezy997]

I’m With You-Part Five//Lee (Bones and All)

Warnings: smut in the beginning, cannibalism!!, blood, scared/upset reader, crying Lee, self-loathing Lee

You got out of the truck and shut the door and headed for the cornfield. The further you ventured in, you could hear a man moaning, you could tell it wasn’t Lee. “Faster man, faster, faster.” Carnival Guy demanded. He was panting. You came closer to them and looked ahead and you saw them: Lee was shirtless, standing behind Carnival Guy, who was completely naked.

Lee was reaching in front of the other man, jerking him off. “Faster.” Cried the carnie, moaning louder. Jealousy and anger pulsed through your veins. You wanted to yell at Lee, you wanted to hurt him for the way he was hurting you right now. You were absolutely disgusted by his actions, and you couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening.

You could feel yourself trembling like mad, just seconds away from screaming at Lee. But the moment you opened your mouth to say something, you saw Lee take something out of his back pocket and he brought the small object up to the Carnival Guy’s neck. With one clean cut, he sliced a blade across his throat, slinging blood as he did.

You gasped, covering your mouth with your hands in fear of being heard or noticed. Your heart pounded so hard, you thought it might burst right out of your chest. With a thud, the carnie’s body fell to the ground. He was on his back, blood pouring from his mouth and dripping from the fatal wound across his jugular.

You couldn’t look away, it was like a train wreck. You watched as Lee kneeled down beside the other man’s body. He gasped for air as he gargled blood, it was the most horrific thing you’d ever seen. Or so you thought. Lee leaned down even further on the ground, placed his hand on the dying man’s chest and…he took a bite out of him, and then another, and another.

You tried to believe you were only experiencing a nightmare, the most grotesque and terrifying nightmare that could be dreamt of. But deep down you knew it wasn’t. Not only had you witnessed Lee slit someone’s throat, but now he was eating them. You felt nauseous and weak beyond measure. You needed to leave, you needed to not see this for another second longer.

You managed to turn around and run back the way you came. Lee heard your running steps and the rustling of the cornstalks. “Y/n!” he yelled for you, but you ignored him. You ran to the truck and got in, fully intending to leave and never look back. That’s how scared you were of him. But he had the keys.

“Shit!” you cried out as you began to sob. The next time you looked up, there he was: blood from his cheeks down to his chest. “Y/n, hold on! Please!” he ran to the side of the truck. “I’m not gonna hurt you! I would never hurt you, y/n, please, I need you to believe that. Just let me talk to you.” You just looked at him, unable to stop the tears from falling.

He saw the pain and the anguish in your eyes, and he said, “Fuck. Y/n," he shook, "I am so sorry! I did not want you to see that." He looked away from you, his face twisted up as he cried. His face became smeared with tears and blood. It was heartbreaking to see him in this moment. "I need you to know that I hate this part of myself." he said, no longer able to look at you.

"Lee," you did your best to calm down and speak fully, "I can't.. I can't be around you right now. I-I think I need some time to myself." More tears fell, "I don't know if I can see you anymore, Lee. I'm... scared." you took a breath, but it was ragged. "No! You don't ever have to be scared of me. I'll never hurt you, I swear it! I don't...like to hurt people." You shook your head; you just simply couldn't process anything more at this time.

"I... I have to go. Please give me the keys." you said with as much firmness as you could muster up. Lee sighed, fumbling into his pockets, eventually fishing out the keys to the truck. He handed them over to you and you quickly grabbed them. "y/n, I know you are afraid and confused right now, and maybe I have no right saying this, but I wanna beg you to not disappear on me forever. Please, I don't think I can bear it. Not you. You were...so unexpected, but I really care for you. I don't want to be without you. Take all the time you need, but please find me again, I... need to explain. Please."

"Lee, I can't do this." you sniffled, shoving the key into the ignition. He put his hand on the door. "I know, but I just need you to know how I feel. I do not want you to feel sorry for me, or want you to feel obligated to me, or anything like that. But I don't know what I'll do if I never see you again." "I have to go!" you yelled, feeling bad for it, but not backing down. "Goodbye, Lee."

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[cxpidsrevolution]

Wink Murder

Chapter 1: The race begins

WC: 1.3k

CW: Mentions of death, strangling, violence

Taglist: Open

"Did- Did you?" speaking suddenly in a panicked tone you took a second to organise your thoughts before finishing your question, not having fully taken in the situation yet. Although it seemed as though you didn't need to finish as the boy simply shook his head. He didn't seem quite so off guard in this situation as you were but something in his body language told you that he was also uneasy about the suddenness of the circumstance you had found yourselves in. Perhaps that was what made you trust his answer.

“I could be asking you the same thing. Although I doubt that if you had killed our victim you would still be hanging around to be discovered by yours truly.” Any sign of nervousness he had previously shown seemed to dissipate the moment he opened his mouth, instead being replaced by the calculated and almost presumptuous manner in which he spoke. The quick change gave you whiplash and as you tried to adjust he continued his thought track, his attention back on the scene in the bathroom. “Do you happen to know who this girl is? Knowing the victim could really help us with solving this crime.”

“What do you mean ‘us’?!? The only thing we should be doing is calling the police!!” You spoke immediately without even thinking, the position you were in addicting your tone of voice more than you wanted, your words coming across more aggressive than intended. With a deep breath you steadied yourself and tried to think through your reasoning carefully before speaking again “I think we are a little out of our depth trying to solve a crime, surely they will be better at their jobs than us and plus I don't even know who you are.''

"Shikanoin Heizou." He extended his hand to you in an almost joyful manner, an out of place tone in his voice, "We needn't worry about being out of our depths, I happen to be somewhat of a prodigy in just this area. I believe it best to narrow down suspects so as to not create hysteria or suspicion that would allow the culprit to slip away."

"So instead you suggest we leave this poor girls body here and investigate?! Do you not register how insane that sounds?" You were basically yelling these words and it prompted him to shive his hands towards your face in an attempt to quiet you.

"You'll alert the entire party of what's happened if you keep screaming like that. It's in your best interest to try and figure this out before involving officials as well, especially since you were the one in the room with a dead body acting all nonchalant," Heizou took a brief pause to remove his phone from his pocket, a conspiring look plastered across his face, "But if you insist on calling the police immediately then you can be the one to explain that to them. I'm sure it would go down just fine for you."

"Fine, fine. We can hold off on calling the cops so just please put your phone away, okay?" there was a sense of urgency in your voice, you had to admit that he was right, playing along with him would be in your benefit as well, being a murder suspect would not look good for your future. This was not the situation you really wanted to find yourself stuck in but you would be a fool to not see how suspicious you seemed by just being in proximity to this girl's body.

"You really don't think it was me?" 

"I'd like to think myself a good judge of character, call it intuition but I don't think you're quite capable of this kind of malice." He spoke as he made his way towards the body to examine it, crouching down beside the girl and reaching out to discern a cause of death. His movement triggered a jerk reaction as you grabbed his wrist.

"Don't touch the body idiot. God for some genius detective you were about to make a very basic forensic mistake. Are you trying to incriminate yourself?" You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his foolish actions. 

"Oh yeah," Heizou said. He bit the inside of his cheek for a moment as if pondering an alternative without forensics equipment.

He looked towards your hand that was still firmly planted on his wrist, "Are you going to let go off me or do you want to continue to hold my hand? Either way I shall not complain, I never was one to reject the advances of a pretty person" Heizou spoke with a teasing smirk, punctuating his statement with a wink that made your cheeks burn slightly.

You shook your head, promptly releasing his wrist from your grasp and averting your gaze from his to maintain composure. 

"It appears our victims death was due to asphyxiation. The redness and bruising on the neck as well as the slight subconjunctival haemorrhaging are consistent with that cause of death," it was as if a switch had been pressed in his brain, his flirty and joyous demeanour disappearing for a more serious one as Heizou switched his attention back onto the girl "There doesn't seem to be any external injuries outside of that, the killer will have had no need to hide a weapon it'll make them harder to find."

"She does however have a broken nail and what seems to be blood under her nails. Guess she didn't go down without a fight, the perpetrator must have some scratches from the struggle, right?" You waited for an answer from him and he simply nodded.

"You're actually pretty good at this," Heizou took a pause realising he never got your name "What is your name? I don't believe you've told me"

"It's YN. I wouldn't say I'm good at this, I’m just applying common knowledge to the situation.”  

“Whatever you say, regardless YN tonight you have the pleasure of being my assistant while investigating." He said with a smile as if he had just bestowed upon you the greatest opportunity imaginable.

"Assistant?" You sounded almost taken aback by his labelling of you, "You said so yourself, I'm good at this. I bet I could solve this crime quicker than you ever could!"

As you exclaim this the boy in front of you burst into a fit of laughter wiping his eyes as he let out his last chuckle.

"What's funny about that?"

Heizou quickly piped up, "Nothing." He took a second to catch his breath after his laughing, "I didn't mean anything bad, it's just like I said I'm a prodigy at this, and I doubt you could do better than me. Honestly it's quite the amusing notion."

That cocky fucker.

"How about I prove it to you?" You spoke with a confidence in your voice.

"Huh?" His initial jovial tone had been overtaken by a surprised one as he tried to register what you had said.

"I'll prove it to you. That I could do better," you crossed your arms gazing towards him.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" The smile on his face was damn near arrogant at this point.

"I'm going to solve this case before you."

You expected him to laugh or have some condescending retort but Heizou just let out a sigh and nodded his head.

"Fine, fine. If you truly think you can, I would love to see it." His voice sounded cheerful again but his body language still displayed his confusion in being challenged.

"And you will!" 

As you finished speaking a knock came from the door. You had been too caught up in your bickering you had forgotten that you were at a frat party. You swiftly look at Heizou with a concerned look as the knocking got louder and louder. 

Summary: When a murder occurs at a college party you're both at, you and genius detective prodigy Heizou race to solve the crime faster than the other without arousing suspicion from the other guests

A/N: This Chapter took me forever because I ran out of motivation half way through but it's finally here and I hope you enjoy!!

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[casspurrjoybell-24]

Sugar Punch - Chapter 56

*Warning Adult Content* SUGAR🥊 🥊PUNCH

- Maddox -

Forcing open my eyes, a loud beeping surrounds me as I try to look around, my eyes not fully adjusted as all I saw was white, my heart hammering against my chest painfully as I tried to look around.

Where was I?

I didn't recognise this room, and for some reason my whole body ached in pain, I couldn't move my arms or my legs and it felt as though something heavy was weighing me down, making it difficult to move.

"Sir, please calm down," a voice said, as I felt them touch my hand.

My vision was coming back and the first thing I saw was a ceiling and then I saw a face, someone I didn't know but who was dressed up like a doctor.

A doctor?

What the hell?

Then suddenly, like a crushing wave falling upon my body, it all came crashing back to me, from the moment I left my apartment, to the moment I laid my eyes on her and then the gun pointing at me as she pulled the trigger.

She shot me and then she...

The heartrate monitor hooked up to the machine near the bed I laid on started to beep but I couldn't focus on it as I looked down at my body, not knowing if my worst nightmare had come true.

I was wrapped in bandages, fresh ones and from how much I was in pain, I'd say that I wasn't dead just yet but I was definitely in the hospital and I was alive but what I didn't know was how bad it was.

"W-Where is she?" I asked, despite how painful it hurt to talk, like acid was being poured down my throat.

The nurse looked at me with an expression I couldn't read as I heard someone else come into the room, when I turned my gaze from the nurse, I saw that a doctor had entered the room I was in.

"Mr. Zane, I'm Christopher Renly, your doctor," he introduced himself and came to stand near me, holding a clipboard, looking down at me. "How are you feeling?"

'How... How was I feeling?'

"Like... I got fucking s-shot," I forced out, an intense burning feeling in my chest making me wince in pain as my throat burned.

Fuck, it hurt so damn much to talk and move even the slightest.

"You're very lucky Mr. Zane, the bullets missed all your vital organs and went clean through your body, if the bullet was just an inch higher, we'd be having a very different conversation right now."

So, what he was saying was that I'm lucky?

I didn't feel lucky, I felt like I just got shot and almost died because of a blast from my past coming back to haunt me and take me to the grave, that's not lucky.

I felt cursed.

I thought that was all behind me but seeing Pixie, her face was different but it was her, she looked as though she hadn't slept in days, which didn't make sense because the last time I heard about her, she was doing good.

"T-The girl," I croaked out, trying my best to speak.

"Pixie Martin was found at the scene already deceased."

'What? Did she...?'

"D-Dead?"

'Pixie was dead?'

"I'm afraid so, I'm sorry I cannot say anymore, if you're up to his, the police would like to ask you a few questions concerning what happened," he said, as I stared blankly at him.

'What the fuck is going on?'

The last thing I heard... it was all coming back to me, I didn't want to believe it, but that sound...

Pixie had tried to kill me and then she shot herself.

'I'll be with you soon, Maddox.'

Those words... I remember them so clearly, like she was whispering them in my ear like the first time, it sent shivers down my spine as the sound of a gunshot ringed through my ears, the machine next to me beeping once again.

Pixie's dead, she's really dead.

I should be so fucking mad, so incredibly pissed off that after eight years she showed up out of nowhere and tried to take me with her to the grave, so then why...

'Why was I fucking crying for her?

'God fucking dammit.'

Those eyes... big and blue looking at me with no emotion, they were so dull and empty I swore I saw myself in them, moments before she pulled the trigger again, not a single doubt in her mind about what she was doing.

"I'll give you some time alone..." The doctor said, as I turned my head and clenched my eyes shut. "I'll inform the officers to come back later, for now... please rest, I shall also inform your family that you're awake."

I snapped my eyes to his before he left the room as my heartbeat quickened.

"W-Wait."

He stopped at the door and turned to me.

"I don't h-have family," I forced out, as a smile formed on his lips.

"Well then your friends and fans out there will be sad to hear that, it's been seven hours and they're refusing to leave until they hear that you're awake and talking."

With that, he left the room and closed the door gently behind him as I stared back to the ceiling and closed my eyes, a million thoughts running through my mind about what hell this day had turned out to be.

Today was supposed to be a good day, because I was finally going to ask Theo... That's right, Theo... I needed to contact Theo and let him know I was alright, I said I'd come and because of Pixie, I'm late... super fucking late.

I wanted to laugh, this situation was the worst possible outcome for anyone but for some reason, I couldn't help but laugh, despite how much it fucking hurt to even breathe because even though I was shot, in a way I felt like it was long overdue.

Hah… Pixie always knew how to pick the worst times to show up and fuck up my day, that was for sure.

Theo was most likely already here, with the rest of them in the waiting room, probably all going out of their minds, it brought a smile to my face knowing that he was here, that they were all here, that even if I died... they would show up.

Fuck, to think I came to close... and I cried for her, after all she's done for me,but now that she was gone, I realized now I wasn't crying for her.

I was crying for myself.

The weight that had lifted off my shoulders the moment the words came out of that doctor's mouth, it left me almost weightless to know she's finally at peace, and no longer in that dark place.

In the end she didn't get what she wanted and finally... I could relax.

SUGAR🥊──── 🥊PUNCH

"Thank you again Mr. Zane, I think we got everything we needed." Officer Peters said, smiling.

I sighed out and looked at the officers as they started to leave the room, my mind going over everything that had happened the past two days that I had been here.

It's been two days and I finally found out everything I needed to know in order to understand why not only Pixie shot me but why she did what she thought she had to do.

As the officers left the room, my doctor, Christopher Renly came into the room with a smile on his face as he looked at me.

"Maddox."

"How's it looking, when can I get out of here?" I asked, my throat was feeling better, and it no longer hurt to move my limbs on the bed.

Most of all, I was so fucking bored and it had only been two days, I had yet to see anyone who didn't wear a white coat or a uniform, I felt like I was being confined in a mental hospital, it was driving me crazy.

He laughed.

"No longer than two weeks and with the physical therapy you'll be walking and fighting in no time."

"You're looking good and we've had the best possible outcome for your situation, I think today you can start having visitors," he said, looking down at my chart, as I groaned out.

I can finally see Theo... and without my phone to talk to him, I've waited two fucking days to see his face and with everything going on, he's the only face I wanted to see in this moment.

"I can let them in but I'm afraid I can only allow three people at a time," he said, with a strict tone.

'Wait.... they're still here?'

"I'll go inform them that you're awake."

As the doctor left, I started to feel my body sweat, and just like the first time I saw Theo after two years, I was feeling it all over again, which only made me feel surer about what I wanted in my life.

Being shot had to be the best thing to ever happen to me, my life flashed before my eyes, quite literally and I almost died and as I laid there in my blood, all I could think about was how shit of a friend I was and how much Theo deserved better.

All my life I've taken what I could, without any apology, I lived my life like that, going from one place to another, just thriving to stay alive in this horrible world that looked down on me, I didn't care who I hurt.

Even after I got more money than I knew what to do with, all the cars, girls and fancy things, I didn't change, I didn't learn, it was only when I met Theo and witnessed him going through the same thing I had seen countless times growing up, only then did I start to really open my eyes.

Life's way too fucking short and if that's all I had to offer, there would be no way I could be proud of what I've done in my life, titles and being a champion meant nothing to me if I couldn't be a decent human being.

I'd ran from myself for a long time, ever since my mom walked out on us, then died in some gutter, to my old man beating my ass on a daily basis, I ran from all of it and I was so fucking exhausted, all this time I just wanted to rest.

Hah, if I ever were to see Pixie again... I'd thank her, if not for her I would've been a piece of shit all my life.

Just then, I see familiar faces walking past the large window to my room and watch as they opened the door and came inside, mixed emotions on their faces but I couldn't focus on any of them as I finally got to see the face I've been dying to see, as he moved past the others to look at me.

'Theo, he really was here, waiting for me.'

"M-Maddox," Aiden rushed over to me and looked over my body as my eyes glued onto Theo's as he nervously came further into the room. "Are you alright? You look pale... I can go get a doctor or a nurse, I even know a few things, I can help, just say the word and I..."

"Man..." I pulled my eyes away from Theo's and looked at Aiden. "Shut up for a minute."

Aiden shut his mouth as tears formed in his eyes, nodding his head and as I looked at Aiden, Jordan and Theo, who stood by my bed, they all looked the same, like they hadn't slept in months but that's not all.

They were my family, everyone in the waiting room the day I got shot are my family, it took being shot to see how much they all meant to me,and how incredibly lucky I was to have so many people show up and look out for me, in one of the worst days of my life.

"Theo," I looked at him, as he swallowed hard and nodded his head.

He looked pale, and thinner than the last time I saw him.

'Hah... seriously, I was one lucky son of a bitch.'

z I looked at Aiden and Jordan, who looked at each other before nodding their heads.

As they left, they tapped Theo on the shoulder as they walked past him, both of them leaving the room and leaving me alone in the room with Theo.

'Finally.'

"Come here." I almost begged, as he took a step closer, and then another, until he stood right beside me.

He looked like he was going to cry.

"Maddox... I..."

I reached out and grabbed his hand and pulled him over me, his body falling on top of mine as I wrapped my arm around his back, pressing him further into me, ignoring the pain shooting down my arm, leg and stomach.

I was in so much fucking pain but what pained me the most was the thought of never seeing this guy ever again, to never hold him like this ever again or hear his voice, his laugh or see him smile again.

This scent... Theo's smell, it calmed everything I felt inside of my head, it didn't matter that I was in pain because right now nothing else mattered, I wrapped my arm around him tighter and dug my head into his neck as Theo hugged me back, his hand on my neck sending shivers through my body.

We didn't speak, there was no words to express how glad I was to be alive right now and after it all, I was determined to show him once I got out of here just how much he meant to me.

Things were different now, I wasn't the same person I was when I was just a runt on the street, I had things I wanted to do, see and accomplish in my life, I wanted to live every day without a single regret.

I knew I had a long way to go on the road to recovery but unlike before, I now had something to fight for. 

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 22 - Drunken Bunny - Part 3

Agenor

"Now, I'd really like to see how you will fuck me up."

He hesitated.

"I knew it, you're still mad about that."

I looked into his apologetic eyes and savored his nervousness as he continued...

"I didn't mean what I said, I was drunk."

"Yet you had enough nerve to menace pirates around you and even threatened their captain. I didn't know you had it into you Nyx."

I took a long breath in and added...

"You know, I'm not sure whether to pump more alcohol in you or ban you from it. The drunken you is so interesting. Then again, I can't have you running around pirates and confessing your feelings for them, now can I?"

"That was a joke, I think. I don't know what has gotten into me."

"Maybe next time I'll chain you, then I'll pour beer into you and enjoy you all for myself. Oh and was it you called me? I remember, I'm the 'fucking bastard' aren't I?"

I felt my excitement thrive as I remembered him insulting and threatening, undaunted by the dozens of pirates around him. My cock throbbed against my pants and I couldn't believe how fast my body reacted to him. My hand started wandering under his shirt while the other caressed his neck and kept him pinned where I wanted him.

"It was so fucking arousing watching you cuss at pirates."

With that, I claimed his lips and cupped him between the legs. He groaned and pushed at me, his waist unconsciously buckling against my hand in an indecisive struggle that I reveled in. I tugged at the constraints of his pants and he panicked.

"Wait, stop, Agenor. You... you can't do this. I work for you now and..."

"So?"

"Obviously we can't do this kind of thing anymore," he answered incredulously.

"Is that so?" I humored him.

"Yes, it's the rule. So let go, please."

I laughed at him.

"That's the stupidest rule I've ever heard."

Then I resumed untying his pants.

"The only rule you need to keep in mind is that I can do whatever I want with you Nyx."

Nyx pulled himself away from under me, struggling to catch his breath. I leaned back, savoring the taste of him in my mouth. Chuckling, I looked at him and noticed how red his ears had become. He tried to cover himself by pulling up his pants and lowering his shirt but I caught his waist and pulled him onto my lap.

"No need for those pants yet, Nyx," I said, smirking.

Confused, he asked...

"What are you doing?"

I pushed his pants down with my foot until his slender legs were free. Then, I rolled over and placed my body over his, covering his back. My right hand rested on his chest, feeling his racing heart. He was still wearing his shirt, which I found incredibly sensual.

"You look so damn sexy, Nyx," I whispered, grinding my hard cock against him for friction.

"Covered back, naked ass... I love it. Maybe I should change the rule, instead of no shirt, it'll be no pants."

Shyly, his shoulders tensed and I brushed his silky hair away from his face to see his expression.

"What do you think, Nyx? Do you like it?"

"God... will you stop with that improper talk."

"Improper, huh?"

I untied my pants releasing my fully aroused member.

"You make me so fucking horny."

I nuzzled through his hair and he held my hand that was on his chest. I grinded against his soft ass cheeks and could no longer wait. I pushed my hardness inside him and he jolted and clenched his free hand on the black bed sheets, both of us groaning in pain. He was tight and the feeling of being squeezed in him was so fulfilling it could make me release already. I paused as I felt him hold his breath. I teased him while breathing behind his ear...

"Nyx, why aren't you breathing?"

He flinched and resumed breathing frantically. His little groans were so pure, so delicious.

"What do you want me to do now?" I asked.

"What kind of a damn question is that," he gritted.

"I don't know, a simple one?"

I forced a calm and composed voice although my body scorched in heat.

"Just say it Nyx, ask for it"

He squirmed trying to release the head of my member that was still squeezed in his sweet ass but I followed him as he dove his waist in the mattress making the slight teasing friction unbearable for both of us.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?" I whispered.

"Please, just... I can't..."

"I know, Nyx, I'm the same." I whispered to his ear again. "But I want you to say it. Tell me what you want."

As I waited a few seconds for his answer, my heart thumped. I became aware I was taking a chance here and I feared he might not take the leap that I was forcing him into. Then to my surprise, he answered with a shaking voice, melting with embarrassment...

"Agenor... please... I need you..."

And then he turned his head to look at me with eyes filled with shameful lust.

"Please... I-I can't..."

'LORD.... I FUCKING LOVE HIM SO MUCH.'

I was way past my limit, my heart raced and my blood stormed in my veins and in my wood, which thickened even more. My groin and legs physically hurt from the wait to slam my body against his. I held him very closely and pushed my member further inside him, making him groan loudly. Then I started to move and he moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. I fucked him harder, claiming his deepest hidings. Our groans shaped together and ecstasy wrapped us like a spell.

"A...Agenor...."

"Nyx.... God, you're.... the best...."

I was almost at my limit so I reached to his erect member and stroke it vigorously making his moans grow sharper and louder. My name echoed in the cabin... I slammed his ass harder, invading him deeper. Then, not a moment later, I groaned as I hit my thick release inside him. Nyx's back arched in my brace and he released his milky juice in my hand and on the bed sheets. I rode his spasms to the end and it made me unload even more. I dropped on him out of breath as we both panted.

"You're heavy..." he mumbled.

I laughed and spared him half my weight. I smirked at him arrogantly when our eyes met and he escaped by turning his look away, his face was dyed crimson red and his body glistened in sweat. I pulled him to me, hugged him tightly and kissed the back of his head slowly and repeatedly. His heart was still racing like crazy and his breathing trying to find a steady pace. I slid my hand to his behind, he squirmed uncomfortably as my seed leaked out of him, burying his head shamefully into the mattress. With soiled fingers, I reached my hand and rubbed my cream on the hurting bite mark on his milky inner thigh.

[keicordelle]

The Courage of a Fool

Fandom: FFXIV Rating: E Pairing: Estimeric Word Count: 7.1k Tags: Established Relationship, Love Confessions, Angst with a Happy Ending, Requited Love, Public Display of Affection, Dancing, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Consent, Porn with Feelings, Oral Sex, Rimming, Anal Sex, Gentle Sex, POV First Person, POV Estinien Wyrmblood

Summary: "Why don't you ask him to dance?" An innocent enough question, perhaps, from one such as Emmanellain, who flitted through partners like a snowflake on the wind, but Estinien's relationship with Aymeric was more complicated than that, and a lavish ball thrown by Ishgard's nobility was certainly not the place for such a bold move. Even if he imagined Aymeric would be utterly delighted by such an offer. And even if Estinien longed to have the courage to hold him close, to voice the affection that consumed him as thoroughly as any flame. The resolve that had carried him through a thousand deadly encounters fled him before such a simple task as confessing his love to the one who mattered most.

But sometimes, all you need to find your courage is the nagging of a well-meaning friend to give you a little push.

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In the chaos of the Archbishop's betrayal and the end of the Dragonsong War, it had been moons since any of Ishgard's High Houses had had the opportunity to throw one of their beloved lavish balls. Frankly, I wouldn't have minded if they'd forgotten the practice altogether, but Aymeric, ever the diplomat and fully at home at such functions, was delighted by the announcement that Houses Fortemps and Haillenarte were planning such an evening as a chance to celebrate the new era of peace. As a symbol of Ishgard's glory, my presence was required, I was told, and nothing short of the Eight Calamity would excuse me from attending.

And so I found myself surrounded by a crowd of well-dressed nobles who stared at me as if I were some sort of idol for them to worship. I almost would have preferred if they scorned me for nearly causing the downfall of the Holy See, but while I caught wind of my whispered name on the lips of many, whatever story Aymeric had spread about my time as Nidhogg's puppet seemed to have been taken as truth, and the crowd saw me as naught but a hero.

I shifted uncomfortably, wishing I had been permitted to wear my armor. If I was supposed to be here as the Azure Dragoon, did it not make sense that I attend in the full trappings of the role? Aymeric had squashed the idea ere I voiced it, pointing out that half of those in attendance were knights of some standing but would not be wearing chainmail to such an event. Even that, I would have protested, had he not followed up with, "And it would be such a treat to see you so finely dressed." At that I had relented, willing to don the impractical formal wear of nobility if it would please him.

I did have to admit, if somewhat begrudgingly, that the tailor he had suggested had done a fine job. If the twittering of the Dzemael girls who hadn't stopped gawking at me for nearly half a bell was to be believed, it "hugged my body in all the right places." I was just glad it didn't restrict my motion overmuch. The outfit was nothing I would have chosen for myself, heavy, black brocade fabric with slashes of bloody red like wounds that the tailor assured me "added a pop of color." The effect it created was striking, if macabre, and the golden accents caught the eye as they glittered in the arcane lamps of the ballroom. I tried to remember the last time I had been so dressed up, and found I couldn't think of a single instance.

Still, if I looked good (and even I could concede that I did), Aymeric was divine. Striking blue and gold backed by a black reminiscent of the deepest night skies graced his lithe form, cinched through the waist before falling in graceful folds past his hips. A fall of silk around his shoulders formed a shawl across his chest, pinned at the shoulder with a golden brooch dotted with sapphires and obsidian. Even a hundred fulms away, I could tell he was in his element, a wide smile on his face and a glass of wine in his hand as he chatted with Aurvael de Haillenarte.

I twisted the golden ring that graced my middle finger, watching him from across the room. It was impossible not to be drawn to him, with his bright eyes and low laugh that made my insides glow with warmth. He was radiant, the most beautiful person in the room by far, and I could hardly tear my gaze away.

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#ffxiv #estimeric #estinien wyrmblood #aymeric de borel #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv smut #my writing #steel and crystal #there is so much lore behind this fic #maybe I'll post about the behind the scenes of some of these at some point #love confessions #emmanellain de fortemps #~K

[dinoshrooms]

quickie with park chanyeol

includes needy!chanyeol, penetration, quickie, and slight spit.

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it started out innocently; just a few goodbye kisses were exchanged. it wasn't his intent to get horny from such little contact, but he just couldn't help himself. the way you would lightly grind against him out of habit, drove him wild.

"chanyeol! stop." you giggled at him as he groped your ass.

he chuckled at you, his large hands grabbing at you.

"just want something to grab." he mumbled against your lips.

you slung your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. the smell of alcohol lingered in the air as the two of you continued to battle each other with your tongues.

"baby, i need you so bad." chanyeol groaned into your mouth.

his deep voice was even huskier from his intoxicated state, making your pussy flutter. sex with him was a gift from above and any chance of sex with him you would never deny.

"fuck me, yeolie."

with that, he bent down slightly before grabbing behind your knees and lifting you up. you crossed your legs instinctively around his waist, hugging around his neck as your lips connected once again.

chanyeol held his arms around you, holding you up. he could never seem to get enough of you. if didn't matter if the two of you had just had sex, he would always want more. he broke the kiss, holding your face in his hands.

"we have to be quick, i can't be late again." chanyeol breathed.

you nodded as you understood how much trouble he could get in for being late for the third time this week.

"than hurry up and get it in." you giggled.

he let out a breathy laugh before walking over to the couch. he was always so worried that you were going to fall whenever he tried to fuck you like this and if you did, he would never forgive himself.

chanyeol laid you on the couch gently, dropping you slightly before unbuttoning his pants. you arched your back slightly to pull down your shorts, but was quickly stopped.

"keep them on, just pull them to the side for me."

you nodded at him, looking up to make eye contact. chanyeol was always really enthusiastic about eye contact during sex. he loved to watch as your eyes dilate from the feelings he was giving you, it set off his own little euphoria.

you tugged both fabric to the side, exposing your pussy to him. he groaned at the sight; it was so glorious. he couldn't believe that you were all his. all his to devoir.

"thank you." he mumbled, jerking his cock a little to get fully hard.

chanyeol spit down onto your cunt, making sure that it's nice and wet before aligning his cock with your entrance.

"ready, baby?" he asked.

you nodded at him eagerly, wanting to feel full so badly.

"please, channie." you begged.

that was all he needed for conformation before he sunk his cock into your warmth. his eyes rolled back at the sensation of your gummy walls.

"fuck, you're so warm."

he started to move at a fast pace, needing his release quickly. he would be in so much trouble if he was late again, but he really really needed this.

he was thick enough to hit every spot just right, and every thrust had you seeing stars. his pace was so euphoric, you were sure that your orgasm was going to last forever afterwards.

"oh my god, chanyeol." you exclaimed, gripping onto his broad shoulders.

you could feel your stomach tie itself in a knot, tightening with each hit of your gspot.

chanyeol could feel your pussy clenching around his cock, becoming tighter with each thrust.

"that feel good, baby?" he asked.

he leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your nose. he felt his own orgasm coming in closely, following yours.

you nodded at his question, your high getting more prominent.

"im gonna cum." you moaned.

and you did just that, shaking as your orgasm took over your body.

"fuck, i just can't help myself whenever i'm around you." he growled.

he followed after very quickly, cumming seconds after you. the feeling of your pussy clenching around him pulled him in tighter.

his cum painted your walls, some drizzling out onto your thighs and ass. the feeling of his warm liquid lit something inside of you. something

chanyeol held himself up, catching his breath as he rested inside of you.

his head hung low causing his hair to tickle your fourhead. he breathed heavy, trying to catch his breath as fast as he could.

"damn, baby." he sighed, giggling a bit.

you smiled softly at him, watching his dimples appear.

"alright, as much as i would love to stay here, i have to go." he chuckled before pulling out of you and standing up.

you whined at the loss of contact, making chanyeol laugh at you.

"i love you. i'll be home as soon as i can so i can really take care of you." he winked as he pulled up his pants.

"i love you too. and i'll be counting on it."

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taglist - @cxsmicmyeon @sehun-the-last-airbender

#park chanyeol #park chanyeol smut #chanyeol exo #exo smut #exo chanyeol #exo x reader #chanyeol x reader

[thecraftymagician]

Hello!! If you take requests and if you feel like it of course, could you please write something about MC feeling insecure about themselves and thinking Nadia would be a better partner for Julian than themselves? And Julian reassuring the MC that he loves them and thinks he and MC are best suited together? I just need some Julian reassurance… MC can be any gender, and not asking for Nadia trash talk by the way!

Of course! Thank you so much for the request. 💖 I completely understand feeling insecure and Julian is my favorite so this was pretty fun and cathartic for me. I hope it's the same for you!

Warnings: Fluff, insecurities, play fighting, wholesome

Reassure me..

On the walk home from the palace, I couldn't stop my thoughts from swarming. Julian kept pace beside me as he told me one of his stories but I just couldn't bring myself to look at him as hard as I tried to pay attention. We'd spent the day visiting with Nadia, helping her with ideas for the city but mostly talking as friends. I loved spending time with Nadi but the ache left in my chest while watching her banter with Julian could get to be too much sometimes. Part of me wondered why he would be with me instead.. When we got back to the shop, Julian stopped me. "MC, Is everything alright?" His thick brows furrowed with worry. It hurt but I forced a smile, "Yeah, just.. a long day is all." He frowned as he studied my features carefully. As much as he couldn't hide from my eyes, the same was true for his. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to but I don't like seeing you upset. You were so quiet the whole way back, did something happen? Did I do something wrong?" "No, no, you didn't.. Just.. Ugh, it's probably just silly." Julian took my hands in his, rubbing my knuckles with his thumbs. "If it's hurting you or making you feel upset, it isn't silly. Not to me. Please don't think that." Damn. Sighing, I walked over the the couch and avoided eye contact. "It's just, well.. I don't understand why you're with me and not Nadia." He blinked at me owlishly, trying out a chuckle. "What? MC, what are you talking about?" I felt my face flush. "You two just.. Get along so well and she's so smart and beautiful and.." In an instant Julian was kneeling in front of me. A gloved hand reached up to wipe an escaped tear before curling under my chin. "MC, look at me please." My eyes find his, stormy grey threatening to rain. "I don't want you to think that way. Nadia is a dear friend but I don't see her like that. How can I when I have you in my life, darling? I know I'm still working on thinking things through fully and not jumping headfirst into trouble but you make that so easy. All I know for sure when I first wake up and see your face on the pillow next to me until my last thought before falling asleep is that I want you. That isn't ever going to change. I choose you.-" he kisses my forehead. "I love you.-" he kisses both of my cheeks. "To me, you're all I could ever need." Our lips meet and I can't fight the smile on my face. His hands cradle my face as he lingers, pressing our foreheads together. "I understand if that can be hard to believe. I know I feel the same way about you sometimes if I'm honest but I trust you more than anyone. I know you'd tell me that same thing and that's how I know." I smile and kiss his cheek. He chuckles and leans forward to wrap me in a strong, tight hug. "And if you ever feel like this again, please don't hesitate to tell me. You know I could sing your praises to the heavens! My sweet, funny, kind, courageous, intelligent, stunning-" While I believe every word he says, it's hard to hear him over my laughs as he's started tickling me lightly. Planting quick kisses all over me. I'm finally able to stop his attacks with another kiss. I hold him close, stoking his cheek with my fingertips as we both smile. When we pull away he sighs blissfully. "How did I get so lucky, my darling?" We stay together cuddling on the couch and talking for the rest of the afternoon..

#the arcana #thearcanagame #julian devorak #julian the arcana #fan apprentice #julian x oc #julian x reader #arcana fanfic #fanfic #one shot

[connieshusband]

Fucking hate you, love to fuck you

Hate sex

Oikawa x fem!reader

"fuck you!" "Is that a promise?"

4k

reader was the captain and ace of the girls team, reader goes to Aoba Josai, reader is also Kag's cousin

Degradation, Slight Feminization Kink, Praise Kink, Fluffy Ending, Fluff and Angst, I'm not very good at writing smut, I also got tired while writing so its short... sorry, Sir Kink: but very minor, no beta we die like men

-cross posted on my ao3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31932412

MINORS DNI

Summary:

You hadn't registered that you'd slapped him until he look at you holding his red cheek with his large hand.

And you certainly hadn't registered that he had his tongue down your throat not a moment later. An honest to god moan leaving your lips which he smugly ate up.

___

Degration as well as any kink should have the full consent of all parties involved every time!!

I'm not very good at e2l so be gentle 🤩

I'm such a simp lmao

Oikawa could never figure out why you hated him when you both entered your first year of high school. Having come from a different middle school than you, he figured you'd be like the rest of the people in your grade level and fall all over him.

He wanted to ask why you had such a large stick up your ass during your first group project but chickened out. He assumed you'd at least get along as you were captain of the girls volleyball team and known for your powerful spikes. The setter in him really wanted to find out your perfect toss.

But it wasn't until your 3rd year when he came to despise you too.

He'd overheard you telling your best friend that your cousin made it onto his high schools volleyball team. Being the nosey Nelly that he is, he made the mistake of asking which school your cousin attended.

"Karasuno," you said, your chest puffed out.

It clicked: the black hair, intense expression, the last name even. He could practically see his protégé in the reflection of your eyes. He mentally slapped himself for not seeing it sooner.

His eyes narrowed, matching yours as tension of your silent beat down had to be cut by Iwazumi.

_____

You set down your suitcase, giving your aunt a big hug as she greeted you in the doorway. You give Tobio a fist bump as he helps you carry your things into the spare bedroom.

Your aunt had graciously allowed you to stay with her so you could be closer to school for your final year.

"I can't believe you're dropping volleyball club just as I'm about to join," Tobio whined, setting a suitcase on a chair in the corner of the room.

"I know," you said sullenly. You hadn't wanted to, but being captain and a 3rd year just wasn't going to be practical. Not being the best student, you thought it would be a wise decision.

Having always been close your your cousin on your dad's side came with its perks, including but not limited to drama. Ever since Tobio had joined volleyball in middle school he'd talked about Oikawa, usually brushing off some of the down right nasty things he'd said. But you hadn't. You took it upon yourself to help him train harder and harder to be able to defeat his bully when he'd found out he couldn't attend Aoba Josai with you.

Being an ace had its advantages when teaching Tobio about different techniques on how to set up a spiker best. Often gossiping about the smug bastard as you worked.

Of course, there was no escaping the pretty boy at school either. When your best friend, Ryu, had started dating his best friend Iwaizumi, being the 3rd and 4th wheel at hangouts became increasingly awkward.

And even worse when she mentioned your current math grade. Damn that ginger setter. And Mr. Perfect boasting about his grades to you. Which had lead you to your current situation.

Sitting in his bedroom.

Listening to him drawl on and on with rapidly decreasing interest.

While he looked hot as fuck.

What?!

With new found annoyance you scoffed at him snapping his fingers in your face.

"earth to y/n, I know I'm ravishing, but now it's math time." He said, a smirk decorating his lips.

“I ignored you on purpose, dumbass. Don't you get that I hate you?"

"I'm not asking you to stay, besides this has nothing to do with me?? Its calculus..."

"narcissist," you mumbled under your breath.

"must be your type," he shot back, "gawking at me for the last hour."

"aren't you dating whats-her-face from English?" You retorted, feeling your face heat up.

"yeah??" he said, confused.

You mocked his confusion, ""yeah" God, then stop flirting with me."

He scoffed, an eyebrow disappearing into bangs, "you must be a narcissist if you think I'm flirting with you because wow, it almost like I can't stand the sight of you, y/n," he rolled his eyes in disgust, sitting up in his chair indignantly.

You push him back into his chair, turning on your heels, saying nothing more.

"good!! I was going to kick you out anyway!"

____

You notice his current girlfriend wasn't hanging out with him at lunch nor sitting in his lap during English. In fact. He hadn't found new arm candy by the time your next session rolled around the following week.

___

After begrudgingly agreeing to do another tutoring session and making him promise no funny business, that rule was broken when he had his sleeves rolled up of his blue silk shirt, he glasses laying forgotten on the table, fingers rubbing his tired eyes as he tried to explain a difficult problem to you.

How could Tooru Oikawa be so fucking sexy and such a fucking dick at the same time?

Asking myself this a lot while writing

"fuck you, Oikawa! I don't need your bullshit!"

"fine! Fucking go then!" Giving you a light shove towards the door.

You hadn't registered that you'd slapped him until he look at you holding his red cheek with his large hand.

And you certainly hadn't registered that he had his tongue down your throat not a moment later. An honest to god moan leaving your lips which he smugly ate up.

You shoved him against his bed, your own smugness drinking up his moan.

You pulled your tank top off as you climbed on top of him. "You have condoms?" You asked, cringing at your breathless voice.

He flipped your position, hot breath fanning your ear, "don't you want to be filled with my cum, baby?"

Rolling your eyes, you flipped the position again, "the last thing the world needs is more of you running around."

He considered it before saying with a shrug "top drawer."

Leaning over, your legs still gripping his hips, you pulled out a condom wrapper and tossed it at his face. His nose scrunching cutely.

"pull some weight, lazykawa," you said, yanking his pants and underwear to his ankles. He was already fully hard and you took great satisfaction in wordlessly teasing him.

Trying to ignore you, a blush creeping up around his ears as he hurriedly rolling the condom onto his thick length, as you remove your bra. He flips your position once more, hovering over you, a taunting smirk plastered over his lips.

"can't go 10 minutes without getting your greedy pussy fucked?"

"Can't that mouth do anything besides half-assed insults, Shittykawa?" You mocked, he raised a cheeky eye brow at you.

He lowered his face to you heat, "want to find out?" You grip his hair harshly and shove his face between your thighs.

He rips off you panties and eagerly laps around your cunt before catching himself, slowing his ministrations.

He gripped your thighs as he buried his face in your heat. Alternating between sucking in your clit and finger fucking you, never letting you get both at the same time.

You bit your tongue, doing your best to avoid begging for more - a futile endeavor.

"C'mon babygirl, I know you want it," he sing-songed

You swallowed your pride, "please Tooru."

"sorry couldn't hear you, your legs were busy clamping around my ears.

Your legs shook in frustration and pleasure as he lazily drummed his finger on your sweet spot.

He leaned overtop of you, sucking harshly in your neck as his other hand massages your ass.

"please, Tooru! Please sir!"

"oo~" he remarks, returning between your legs, 3 fingers entering you suddenly as he nibbled along your thigh, quickly returning to sucking on your clit.

You come hard and without warning.

"delicious," he remarks, sitting up and licking his fingers clean, "and so many lewd noises too."

"You have a knack for bringing out the worst in people," you attempt to sound threatening but only succeeding in boosting his ego.

"Oh no~ I hate to find out what the best would be..." He unbuttons his blue silk shirt, allowing you to drink up the full show of his abs. "Not talking so big now, eh, Kageyama?"

You scowl at him before grunting a "just fuck me already".

"don't mind if I do."

You connected your lips with his, enjoying the noises he made as his neglected cock became engulfed in your warmth.

Neither of you lasted long.

He emptied himself into the rubber with a sexy grunt lining up with your moan.

After care he collapsed on top of you, his deep breaths matching yours.

Your hands still resting on his back, feeling scratches from your nails decorating his skin.

He had pressed his forehead to yours, you looked up to meet his eyes which were flitting between the purple marks on your neck and your eyes.

He hadn't held your gaze for more than a second when the realization of what just happened hit both of you at once. Pushing your bodies apart, you shamefully picked up your clothes from the floor leaving the room quickly.

____

It had been weeks since that day. You hadn't gone back for another tutoring session, claiming to Ryu that your grades had improved.

The free time had allowed you to be a better supporter for your cousin, getting a chance to meet his teammates and his friends.

You meet Karasuno's Ryu and think to yourself how well he and your Ryu would get along

While hanging out with your cousin at the spring tournament, you were enjoying a lunch break with a vibrant ginger, his best friend Hinata and a mutual friend with spiky hair. Bokuto, you had learned, was in your year and had a ton in common with you.

Maybe you'd gotten carried away returning his flirty looks and laughing a little too hard at his jokes. He remarked often how different your personality was from your cousin. After exchanging numbers to practice volleyball sometime (him being excited to practice with another captain/ace) an unfortunately familiar voice pulled you away from your fun.

"y/n?"

"what?" You roll your eyes, at Oikawa. You knew he had been watch you and the rest of Karasuno after they had win their first game. Beside you, you can feel the 3 boys, especially Tobio fuming.

"I have a question about the math assignment."

"I'm busy."

"too bad."

Recognizing that he wasn't going to go away until you give in, you stand up, brushing the dust from your bottoms. He leads the way out of sight from your new friends.

He harshly pushes you against the wall, "what do you think you're doing princess?"

You flip your position, he winced as his back connects with the concrete wall. "You ask you the same thing, princess."

His hand instinctively wrapped around your muscular arm submissively.

"you like that don't you?" You asked.

He nervously glanced around him for on lookers. Luckily he'd chosen a pretty secluded spot

"wouldn't want your fan girls to see you being treated like the pretty white you are?" You smirked.

He nodded shyly.

You grabbed his ass, earning a submissive squeak from him.

"such a good princess, getting his flat ass groped," you smile, you see him swallow a moan as his eyes flutter shut.

You begin painfully slowly palming him through his shorts, feeling him grow under you.

"I hope you lose," you whisper sensually into his ear.

He scowls at you as you pull away completely. Leaving him hard, exposed, and blushing as you return to your new friends.

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The cheers from Karasuno's supporters hadn't quieted down as the team packed up. Still high on adrenaline and pride for your baby cousin, you took the time to use the bathroom before the long drive home.

Rounding the corner you heard voices, recognizing one to be Oikawa and the other belonging to a deep voiced man.

Sneaking a peak your eyes go wide. He was face to face with Ushiwaka. The former not fairing well in the conversation. You didn't think a man could look for upset than the way Oikawa looked right now.

As the conversation comes to a close, you wait until Oikawa has gone out if sight to chase after him. Accidentally running into Ushiwaka.

"sorry" you mumble, attempting to move past.

"you're with karasuno, yes?" Ushiwaka asks.

Your mind didn't really register him, instead giving him a quick pat on the shoulder and a "that's great, buddy," as you run after the brunette.

Hearing an "I look forward to playing them." In the distance.

"Hey!"

He was too far ahead to really hear you, pushing past the front doors.

"HEY!" You yell, nearly at his heels. You stand in the doorway breathing hard, "TOORU!"

He turns to face you, Iwaizumi annoyed that he can't convince their captain to just get on the bus already.

You beckon him over and he skeptically approaches you.

"here to gloat?" He asks, his voice lacking the usual sharpness.

"Tobio is staying at Hinata's tonight and my aunt is out is town for the next two days," you say.

You see the cogs working as he pieces together what you're offering. His mouth forming an 'o' shape as he realizes.

You smile smugly before running back to where Karasuno's bus is parked, giving Tobio a running jump hug, which he awkwardly returned.

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If nothing else, Oikawa was punctual. Arriving at exactly at 7:30. You hadn't done anything special, just heated up 2 frozen pizzas that your aunt had left. Watching his form as he quietly ate his 3 cheese. He hadn't said a word besides "thank you" after you'd served him. While yes, apart of you meant when you'd said that you hoped he lose but the guilt of seeing the cocky bastard looking so small on the other side of the table, nibbling on the crust. Pity maybe?

"You played really we-"

His eyes were red, his pride keeping him from crying in front of you. "I don't want to talk about it."

"You want to have sex?"

he hesitated before asking, "can we be nice?"

You nodded. Making your way to his chair, straddling his hips and cupping his face. You kissed him slow and deliberate. You don't kiss long before you start to feel his dick springing to life. You stand up pulling him, walking backwards, towards your room accidentally walking into the partially open door.

"Graceful," he commented, a hint of his salty tone under his words as he resumed kissing you.

You grinded against each other for a few moments, drinking in each others moans. You pulled away momentarily, his cheeks dusted pink, breathing heavy, his dick straining in his pants.

"You're so beautiful," you said. He blushed harder, his cock twitching in it's confines. Your fingers dip under the waistband of his pants and pull them down, licking your lips when his cock hits his stomach. You're about to press your lips to his tip when you feel pressure on your forehead.

"y-you don't have to..." he says. You cock your head to one side, your lips parted as you gaze up at him. "I-I get it you know... I don't hold it against you..."

"I want to," you say, "if you want me to."

He nods slowly, his eyes fluttering shut as he enters your warm mouth.

Out of all the sex you'd had, this moment with Tooru didn't feel like sex. It felt like making love.

After he got close, you popped your mouth off and had ridden him. His muscles still sore from his games. Your lips danced with his as his hips met yours. Both of you reaching your climax simultaneously.

Tired in the best way, you cuddle up to his bare chest, kissing his cheek, "don't think this means I like you, flatass."

"of course," he says, relaxing into your touch.

"good."

"it was the fact that my dick was down your throat that made be think that."

You punch him in the ribs, earning an 'ouch' followed by a quiet, "let me have one win today." Followed by an even quieter "sorry" from you.

You place a gentle kiss on his cheek again before returning to your snuggle position. He wraps his arms around your waist as you both drift off to sleep.

______

It's been a number of days and neither if you had spoken about it. You wanted to text him a simple 'good morning' but the image of him quietly shuffling out of your room at the crack of dawn when he thought you were still sleeping, placing a gentle kiss on your temple. You didn't want to seem too eager or somehow let on that not only were you awake but had enjoyed when he'd done it.

After the girls had lost to Fukurodani's girls in the semi finals, Ryu had insisted on dragging you out to play volleyball with her and some 'friends'. You secretly hope it's the other girls from your team. You find yourself not disappointed that it's Iwaizumi and Oikawa.

"Warm up 'Yama!" Oikawa yells at you, serving the ball in your direction as you and Ryu approach.

Caught off guard for a moment, you return the ball back at him, hitting his face lightly with an oof.

Of course, Ryu wanted to set for her boyfriend, leaving you with Oikawa.

You made a pretty good team, he picked up your style quickly, the ball exactly where you wanted it without having to tell him anything. Not to mention that Oikawa had racked up a third of the points on service aces alone, Iwaizumi finally adjusting to being on the receiving end on them. He and Ryu had made a magnificent comeback, clearly having practiced with each other before. You were lucky if you could get a piece of one of Iwa's spikes, Tooru faired better but they quickly took the lead. You grab Oikawa's arm, causing him to look at you curiously.

"set it to me, but I'll set it back. You spike it," you said, finishing your sentence by looking at him.

He considers it.

"break it up love birds!" Iwa shouted at you. Ryu making obnoxious kissing noises behind him. You quickly let go of his arm to flip her off, causing her to burst out laughing.

Iwa serves.

"it's mine!" Tooru yells. Mid jump, he faces you, the subtlest of winks as the ball flies into the air.

Smiling, you angle your body for a spike, Ryu taking the bait, but at the last moment, your hand sent the ball perpendicular to the net, straight into Oikawa's hand. The ball whizzing past Iwa's ear.

The adrenaline getting the better of you as you both embrace, celebrating a successful kill.

You revel in you best friend and her stoic boyfriend exchanging a bewildered look.

At the end of the game Oikawa offers to drive you home, when out of the way of prying eyes, he leans against his car. "Before your cousin goes to nationals, he and shorty should play against us."

"Yeah and maybe Tobio can set for me one round," you say, playing with the hem of his shirt, "but if there's any funny business from you, I'm calling it off."

"Who, me??" he jokes, aware of his history with your family.

You don't respond, opting to gently press your lips to his. He returns the kiss, cupping your face.

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Did I write myself into the story? ┐( ∵ )┌ Maybe a little...

I'm also not opposed to doing a part two, so lemme know in the comments ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

Also not me writing my first Haikyuu fic be Oikawa when I wanna break his knees 🥴🤚 (couldn't resist tho he's been on my mind, especially with glasses 🥵🤒)

Also also not me writing this from 1:30 am to 8am then had half my work deleted so I had to redo it the following night 🤪👈

#reader x oikawa #oikawa smut #haikyuu smut #oikawa tooru #haikyuu iwaizumi #degration #oikawa hate sex #no beta we die like men #oikawa is hot and its not fair #im bad at tags #just smug oikawa things #hate sex #anime smut #heterosexuality is a myth #which is why all characters are at least bi

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For your love

chapter five - On my own

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pairings : reader x damiano david

story summary : damiano and reader are in very loving relationship that sometimes almost too quickly becomes too toxic for anyone likings

chapter warning (s) : this is sad i made myself sad

" It was a pretty rough night not gonna lie .. She barely managed to fall asleep around 8 am . I woke up a few times to check upon her cause she had her nose clogged from all that crying . "

Victoria said over phone to Thomas .

It was around one in the noon . She was frying some eggs and vegetables for her and Y/N to eat .

" How did it went over there ? " "Jesus I wish I knew honestly . "

Thomas admitted sighing .

" When he came here last night he was crying . Like really hard . It took him 30 minutes to calm down and tell me what he did .. " " And ? " " I tried punching him in the face but I ended up hurting my hand more . " Vic chuckled upon the thought of Thomas hitting someone , especially Damiano .

" And I don't know he just continued to cry and smoke cigs . I swear to Jesus he smoked like whole 3 packs in one night . I am not sure when he fell asleep or if he did . But there was not much talking here trust me . "

Both of them went silent . Not being able to choose one side . Both Y/N and Damiano where their long known friends and dear people in general .

" Y/N is more than my best friend . She is my family . I would do anything that I can to keep her safe , just like with you . That's why I am feeling so guilty upon meeting her with Damiano. "

" Hon' it was not your fault remember ? " The other line was silent .

" Have you ever wondered how it would look like if they didn't end up together ? "

" Yeah .. I mean maybe .. You know I did often when I found myself in between their arguments . "

" Pft please , they where soft near you comparing to their usual . "

Thomas lighted up his cigarette , the sound of him taking a drag was pretty clear .

" I almost left the band cause of them remember ? At that period Damiano and I had lots of small fights and arguments . "

Vic turned off the stove placing the food in plates skillfully.

" Hold up I need to give Y/N breakfast . " " Aight I'm waitin' . "

" Babes are you awake ? " The blond girl called out for her friend . Y/N was laying on her side of the bed , all the sheets and pillows where thrown in the corner of the room . She didn't wanted anything that smelled like Damiano near her . Instead she slept on bare mattress , Victoria's traveling pillow and she covered herself with the blanket from living room .

" I am not hungry yet , can you just please leave the plate here ? "

" Sure I'll be downstairs . Just call . "

No respond , she just closed the door behind her after glancing at Y/N last time .

Vic was cleaning the stinky apartment whole morning , it was not bothering her in fact . She knew Y/N would do the same for her .

" Tom you there ? " She cooed once her phone was in her grasp again . " Yeah yeah I was talking to Damiano . " " Is he alright ? " " I am not sure really . I think not obviously , but now after this I am not expecting anything normal from him ever again . " " Oh come on it was a - " " If you just dare to finish the sentence I will kill you . How can that be an accident ?? Rape is not an accident ! He was fully aware Victoria !! " " Pshh be quite you idiot ! " She tried hushing her friend after turning around herself paranoid like someone overheard their conversation .

" He is showering now don't worry . We should not be taking sides on this one but Vic .. He is not good for her ... Neither is she for him .. This is lasting for 3 years .. Remember ? "

" Don't fucking remind me . "

Silence . Both of them trying to understand the policy of their friends relationship .

" He threatened to kill himself so many times if she leaves him .. "

" She was so heartbroken each time that she was the one actually considering suicide . "

" I remember one time they had some huge fight as always and she came to my house in like 3 am crying and talking some nonsenses . "

" They never had a filter , especially around us , sometimes it gets just too tiring ya know ? "

" They made me and Ethan cry so many times Jesus Vic you have the biggest nerve here . " Her friend admitted with chuckle.

" Should we like ... talk to them each day and convince them to break up ? "

Deadly silence .

One was sure . Y/N and Damiano shouldn't ever be together again .

" Are we bad friends for doing this ? " " Pft please , we are doing service to everyone . "

" I am so confused and so worried for Y/N , I will talk to Damiano later and then call you to see if something improved and to update you . How is Y/N feeling now ? "

" Not so good bro , I think she is considering that breakup as well . Everything is still so confusing and not in order . "

" Alright Vic , gonna call later , bye love you . "

" Love you too bye . "

* meanwhile in Thomas house *

Thomas hanged up his half hour long conversation with Victoria . He rubbed his eyes hardly throwing the cellphone on the kitchen table where he was standing smoking .

To be honest he was also crying with Damiano last night . He couldn't imagine the amount of pain Y/N was suffering . His still pulsing bruised hand started to feel a bit better . He regretted only hitting Damiano , but they all knew he was the weakest out of all boys in the group .

Damiano was laying in his bed dressed in his chlotes fresh out of shower.

Crying again .

It was slowly starting to make Thomas mad .

' Why didn't he cry last night when he abused her? '

" Oi , whats the matter now ? Why are you crying again ? Cause you are an asshole or complete idiot ? " " Thomas shut the fuck up . I am not capable of having that conversation . " Damiano's voice was raspy and cracked .

" Well we are gonna have this conversation , in fact right now . Where where your tears last night when you raped her ? " " It wasn't ra -" " It was ! You fucked her without her consent ! What the fuck where you thinking ! "

" I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING ! "

He stood up from the bed crying his bottom lip shaking .

" I DON'T FUCKING KNOW ! I WAS MAD AT HER ! MICHAEL WAS THERE ! I HAD THE WORST SCENARIOS RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD I GOT SCARED ! "

Thomas was in slight shock . Was Damiano really that dumb ?

" Are you serious ? I can't actually believe how selfish and egoistic you are . You raped my best friend because you got mad at her that her ex was there ? "

This was actually the first time in 3 years someones words affected Damiano about his behavior towards Y/N . He sat back on the bed holding his head in his hands .

" I took you in cause I care about you . You are my friend . But I will never forgive you this . You can stay here as much as you want but don't expect any special treatment from me . "

" Should I call her ? I must apologize . "

Thomas snorted .

" No . You must not apologize , you must beg her on your knees to forgive you . You must beg her to even look at you . I know I wouldn't if I was her . No matter what you do she will love you forever and that is the problem . "

Damiano was highly affected by his friends words. In his mind he was only picturing whimpering Y/N whose head he was holding down with his hand , her tears where soaked up on that backseat .

'I will rather die than look her in the eyes again.'

* meanwhile in Y/N's house *

" Are you sure I am not bothering ? I can always ask Thomas to stay with him ? " Y/N asked Victoria while both of them where packing some of Y/N's stuff in the suitcase .

" Yeah absolutely , we are going to spend some quality time healing and having fun . "

Y/N made her final decision , she was going to break up with Damiano this time for real .

She didn't have that much of her stuff , all the clothes , jewelry , letters , poems and all the other gifts she received from Damiano she placed in on huge box and left it on the center of their bed .

" Can I tell Thomas you are staying with me ? "

"Yes but alarm him not to tell Damiano .. I do not wanna hear a word from him . "

Vic simply nodded and in a less than an hour they where all packed leaving the past behind .

* three weeks later *

Things where only worse for our lovers .

Damiano heard no word from Y/N and neither did she from him .

She was expecting it to be honest .

Everyday was same as the other . Too long , too cold and filled with cigarette smoke .

All Y/N did was sometimes leave her room when she didn't wanted to offend Vic after putting effort into preparing the meal , she would listen to whatever record Victoria had , smoke all the cigarettes till she vomited , drink vodka away from her roommates sight and cry herself everyday regretting her whole relationship .

' He never fucking loved me .. I cheated on Michael with him just so he could fuck me over .. He never loved me .. He was just obsessed and he wanted me in his possession '

The fact Damiano didn't try reaching her was painful , it was providing sharp stings in her chest and it gave her headaches .

She saw him in every song , he was always on her mind . She wished she could delete all the memories and feelings just like she deleted the pictures . . .

Damiano was not much different than her .

He was also crying a lot , smoking a lot , not drinking but overthinking . He didn't knew Y/N moved out .. No one understood why it took him 3 weeks to try and reach her .

He didn't understood either .

He was trying to come up with the perfect apologize . He wanted to show her he was willing to do better . Willing to change . To prove her he was ready to change . He was sure that Y/N wouldn't return his calls . She understood her . He expected her to be mad and stubborn she had every reason to be .

Thomas was barely speaking to him . Only some formalities . Måneskin was put on hold their rehearsals , Vic and Thomas being very strict in their communication with Damiano while Ethan was very confused and unsure of what is going on .

Damianos mom and Y/N's parents also weren't included in the situation .

The day he planned on returning home , so sure that he would be greeted by her embrace , came .

He shaved his face for the first time in 3 weeks , he changed his underwear for the first time in 3 weeks , he wore simple suit and he drove all the way into the depths of the town to buy the most glorious flowers that his Y/N loved .

He wasn't planning on just winning her over with some flowers and gifts , or the dialog he practiced in his head and in front of his mirror .

Upon reaching the yard of their house he frowned . There was something different . Something wrong . .

He was walking slowly , looking all around himself , gripping the bouquet of flowers in his sweaty palm .

He stood in front of the door .

It was wrong . Something was wrong .

His mind scream . He hoped he was very paranoid once again .

His hand rose up to ring the door bell . He was nervous and afraid .

You are being worried for no reason .

He kept reasurinf himself.

So he rang .

Once

Twice

Four times . Four long times .

No one opened .

Was she home ? After all he came unannounced . Maybe she is sleeping ?

" Y/N! Y/N it's me ! Please open the door ! "

He was starting to sweat .

He searched with his shaking hands through his pocket to find the house keys . He unlocked the door . The house was empty and cold .

It was not smelling like her . Cause there was no one , she wasn't home . Not for an hour , not for the day , not here in a while .

He kept calling for her . " Y/N ! " He dropped the keys and flowers on the kitchen table .

He started roaming the house in panic . Even trying to sense some sort of smell . He was afraid she killed herself so his nose searched for the rotting corpse smell.

Every bad scenarios possible went through his head .

He ran towards their room . Empty .

Even their pets weren't there . She was gone .

Y/N left him . For real this time . For good .

He started to breath heavily . Tears forming in his eyes . The big box on their bed .

Inside of it all his gifts to her . All his clothes she loved wearing . He took one hoodie she often every time she was cleaning . He placed it under his nose . It still held her scent . Her ghost was there , in the shape of the memories one cardboard box held .

He was crying , repeating her name , calling it out . Kissing her dresses and watering them with tears .

He was on his own . There was no one he wanted more than her . He realized what he had once he lost it . He was alone for the first time .

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