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webslingingslasher · 2 years

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Red Light/Green Light

I personally, love a good angst to fluffy story.

Pairing: mcu Peter Parker X Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: fights :( and mentions of sex if you squint.

Word count: 7.5K

You weren’t an anxious girlfriend by any means.

Peter could do whatever he wanted when he wanted.

If he wanted to go get pizza with MJ you would encourage it. If he wanted to help out Inez in intro to darwinism because she was confused you would tell him to go for it. When he got Bailey's number to help her with some minor debate help you saw no issue with it.

Until now.

Now you were asking yourself if you sent him into the arms of another girl.

You hated that you noticed this, you were never like this before but Peter suddenly had a lot to talk about with Bailey. When you went out for dinner he started keeping his phone upside down, when you hung out he kept it near him at all times so when a text came through he could intercept it immediately.

That was red flag number one.

It didn’t come to a head until recently. Peter went to the bathroom during movie night and his phone went off once, you continued to look at the screen. His phone went off twice, you looked at his phone face down on the arm of the couch. His phone went off three times, you looked towards the phone and the bathroom door. When it went off for the fourth time you couldn’t help it. You never looked through his stuff before but what could Bailey need that it required four double texts?

Holding your breath and looking towards the door again you lent over and picked up his phone. You sighed when you realized you were correct and looked at the stacked notifications from Bailey. You tapped on them to open them, you needed to put in his passcode. You typed it in but it vibrated, you did it again but it happened once more. You did it slower, pressing each number on their own. His phone locked, one minute before you could try again.

He changed his passcode.

Red flag number two.

You tried to stay normal but the panic of him talking to a girl while changing his passcode didn’t leave much room for interpretation. When he came out of the bathroom he was wiping his hands on his pajama pants. He sat down and kissed your head, “You okay?” His question came when you pulled away from him, you crossed your arms and stared at the screen.

“Baby?” He called when you ignored him.

You hummed. If you spoke to him right now it wouldn’t be pretty.

“You okay? You look like-” He started to make a joke, you cut him off. It wasn’t the time to be cute and funny.

“Like my boyfriend has been texting a girl so much it made me insecure and when I tried to look at what was so important she needed to text you four times in a row I realized you changed your phone passcode?” You turned to look at him dead in the eye.

“Do I look like that, Peter?”

His eyes went wide, his mouth dropped open and his cheeks flushed with color.

He looked guilty.

“I, I, I…” He tried to start.

“You, You, You.” You spat back.

You stood and grabbed your water bottle and phone.

“You need a better excuse. I’ll talk to you later.”

You walked to the door and picked up your backpack. You had a hand on the door and waited. You waited for something, anything. You waited for Peter to speak, to call your name, to call you dumb for insinuatiting what you were, to beg you to stay, to talk about it. You waited for him to web your hand to the door, something.

You opened the door and waited. You walked over the threshold and waited. You shut the door and waited. You walked down the stairs slowly, you stopped at the lobby entrance for a moment and waited.

He never came.

Red flag number three.

If you were a cartoon character you would have steam coming from your ears. Your head would be red and swelling, it would pop with the pressure of heat and anger. If you could burn holes through someone right now it would be Peter.

Because, when you tell your boyfriend someone he’s talking to makes you feel insecure and you even snap at him over it and leave his house you would think he would learn something. Not having her stand at his locker, talking back and forth. You watched with seething anger, he was talking about something insignificant, you could always tell when he was ranting on a topic.

But Bailey, you never really watched her. And boy are you glad you tapped into that conversation.

Bailey liked Peter. No. She loved Peter.

You could see it written all over her face, her eyes were lit up at his movements, she was laughing when he wasn’t saying anything funny. She was curling a stand of hair around her finger, twisting her hips back and forth. But Peter, Peter didn't have a notice in the world she was looking at him like that.

He was just moving things around from his backpack to his locker, he didn’t look at her once but she bored her eyes into his face like he was the world's greatest human. Peter could be deft at times, he was so smart but so dumb. He could recite the first fifty numbers of Pi but had no clue when a girl was into him.

You slammed your locker and stomped over to him.

The power that you felt the moment Peter’s gaze finally looked up and smiled at you walking to him. And the moment Bailey’s face dropped. You lent forward for a kiss and smiled when he pushed his head down to meet you, he pulled back but you pulled him back by the waist of his shirt for one more.

“Looks like someone made up after the fight.”

Your power was drained. You felt weightless and defeated.

You looked at Peter and frowned. He almost wanted to cry, in the time you’ve been together he’s never seen a sadder face.

“You told her?” Your words were built in betrayal. He wouldn’t talk to you but he talked to her? The reason you felt so shitty to begin with?

“Yeah,” He looked at Bailey for a second, he licked his lips and thought of his next words carefully.

“Yeah, I just needed a girl’s perspective.”

You stepped back from him.

“A girl's perspective?”

You looked at Bailey, she had a half smirk but dropped it when Peter looked at her again.

He nodded his head and gulped. Bailey said this would help but it was backfiring badly. He didn’t choose his words carefully enough.

“You could’ve asked MJ or literally anyone else.” Your voice was monotone.

“Well Bailey-” He started. He was defending her. Not you.

Red flag number four.

You cut him off and spoke loudly. You wanted the hall to hear this.

“Bailey wants to fuck you. She’s trying to fuck this up.” You pointed between you and him.

“And you’re letting her.”

You stepped back ready to turn away to go to class. You looked at Bailey once more, her head was down and her cheeks were the color of a tomato, her whole body was flushed. You called her out in front of everyone.

You looked back at Peter and pointed at her ashamed stance.

“I don’t want to give you an ultimatum. I’m not that kind of girlfriend, but when you choose two girls you lose the one.”

You shook your head at him in disappointment and turned for math class.

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Peter was always your partner in lab. Even though you didn’t sit together he made a deal with his seat partner that during lab he would work with you instead. He always looked forward to the block class, he got almost 2 hours with you and especially today he needed the time to talk to you, to try and fix this because god, you were pissed.

But imagine his surprise when the teacher called for lab and you moved to his table but when his table partner went to stand you pushed his shoulder back down.

“Thanks Tye, but today I’m going to work with Bailey.”

You looked at Peter and turned to go back to your work station with Bailey. Her face froze in panic when you returned, you smiled at her.

“Why aren’t you working with Peter?” She laughed to ease the tension. It didn’t work.

“Because,” You sat next to her and twirled a strand of her hair around your finger.

“I don't want to work with Peter today. I want to talk about Peter today. I thought you would love that, both of us chatting about the boy we love.”

Peter gulped. You knew he could hear you, you knew he wouldn’t be able to focus right now. You knew he was in full blown panic mode. You knew he was a nervous pee-er.

Bailey looked behind her at Peter but you caught her chin to bring her back to your face.

“He’s nervous. He doesn’t like that I broke the routine.” You looked at her.

“When he’s nervous he has to pee. It’s cute, on our first date he had to pee like seven times.”

“He’s about to ask for a bathroom pass.”

Peter’s hand raised, “Mrs. McClendon, can I go to the bathroom?”

You raised an eyebrow at her. “Told you.”

You watched her take your words in silence. She was scared of you at the moment, it was cute.

“Now, when he gets back, he is going to look at us. He’s going to wipe his hands on his pants and bite his lower lip. Then he’s going to sit down, he’s gonna tap his pencil on the desk and bounce his leg. Then he’s going to get up and look around and sharpen his pencil at the front of the class so he can get a better look at me to make sure I'm not tormenting you too much.” You smiled at her when you finished.

Bailey wasn’t sure where you were going with this.

When the class door opened you paused on writing down a chemistry question, the solution was the mixture you would be working on today.

“Go ahead. Look at him.” You nodded towards the back of the class. Bailey kept her eyes on her paper, you elbowed her.

“Really, watch him. I’m asking you too.”

You watched as Bailey looked at you, then turned her head to your boyfriend. You continued to work, even sliding Bailey’s worksheet to you to finish the second half of the equation. Bailey watched Peter at your command, she watched as he wiped his hands and looked around the room chewing on his bottom lip. He looked around until he looked towards their table, his eyes on you. You bent over the table, you looked between the pages and started to mumble. He heard you mutter something along the lines of ‘if Peter was here how would he do this? Is it x squared? No he would say that not every problem would be solved with x squared.’

He moved his eyes to see Bailey looking at him, he hadn't even noticed she was staring at him.

Peter moved to his seat with his head down. He started to tap the end of his pencil on the desk, then moved from biting his lip to shaking his leg. He looked at you once more, ignoring Bailey’s eyes. He looked at his pencil and pressed the lead to his desk watching it snap. He stood and walked to the front of the class to sharpen it again. He looked towards you and watched you struggle with the question, if you weren't mad at him you would have asked for help 3 times over by now.

He blew a breath through his mouth, he had to at least check on you. He had to make sure you weren’t berating Bailey too bad. He slowly made his way towards you, if the teacher asked he was taking the long way back to his seat. He paused in front of your seat, he was ignoring Bailey right now. Even he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and talk to her right now.

“How’s it going over here?”

You looked up to Peter and smiled, you wrapped an arm around Bailey’s elbow and tugged her into your side. “Great! You know, I think we have some things in common.” You looked at her and watched her slow blink, you pushed your shoulder to hers, “Right?” She just nodded blankly.

“That’s great.” Peter responded weakly, he moved to stand over your shoulder.

“Need any help?”

You straightened your back and felt him involuntarily move in, it was a habit. He was used to standing guard over you.

“Yes, actually.” You pulled your arm from Bailey’s, and pointed to the sixth task.

He hummed and moved forward, his hand moving over your shoulder to grab your pencil. He lent his mouth into the back of your head and placed a soft kiss. You knew it was an ‘I love you’ and grabbed his wrist in a silent ‘I love you too.’

“You know you can’t solve everything with x squared right?” You lent your head back into his chest and groaned.

“I know but last lesson it was the answer to everything and it made me feel smart and now I need your help again.” You placed a kiss on his forearm. “Every time I feel caught up it changes.”

Peter hummed and wrote the equation down for you, most times he helped you solve it. Sometimes you weren't in the mood for a whole lesson and he would just give you the answer.

“I know, it’s such a drag to help you. I mean, you have to come over and I help you and then we get to watch movies and I get to kiss up on you. It’s actually terrible.” He kissed your forehead and pulled back.

“You’re good to start now. You wanna come over tonight? We can do homework, or…” He trailed off and moved to your right ear, his whisper to you only, he didn’t want Bailey to hear, your reaction alone would make her shake.

“Or, we can do something else. May isn’t home, she won’t be back til tomorrow evening. Whole place for us all night.” He mumbled into your ear and you pulled back with a gasp. You held a hand to your chest, “Peter Parker!” He hummed and smiled, he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

Before he parted he pulled your head back by your chin, your face pulled backwards to look at him upside down. He had both his hands on the side of your face and smiled with his whole heart, he looked into your eyes and spoke honestly.

“Hey. I love you.” He winked and went back to his seat.

You started to pull the liquids to make the chemical reaction.

“How accurate was I?”

Bailey looked at you, and spoke softly.

“Spot on.”

“Know why I told you that?” She shook her head no.

You smiled at her with pity, you knew she felt it. She looked down in shame, “Know why I asked you to look at him?” She looked at you again, “No.”

“Because, You will never know him like I do. And he will never love you like he loves me.”

Bailey was silent for the rest of lab.

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Peter thought he had made it right.

You talked to him in lab. You lent into his touch and he even gave you the answer off the bat. He even totally ignored Bailey and felt like a dick but he did it so you would know there was nothing to worry about. He loved you, he thought you knew that. He didn’t mean to make you so upset, he really didn’t mean to make you cry.

In fact, if Peter really thought about it he can’t remember a time he’s made you cry like this. He made you cry because he made you feel beneath him.

Peter thought when you came over tonight all would be solved. There would be no Bailey discussion, he figured he made his point when he ignored her existence in class today but apparently that wasn’t good enough.

The way tonight went Peter wasn’t even sure he had a girlfriend anymore.

Honestly he wasn’t too sure when it started. He wondered if you came over with the intention to fight or it just happened, maybe it was intentional because you didn’t even bring your backpack. You were in pajamas and had mascara under your eyes, he wondered if it was from crying or rubbing at your eyes from a long day.

“Hi.” He greeted you at the door.

“Hey.” That set him back some, you both always said the same thing. It was always hi, always. Peter felt like he was slipping, were you both on different pages?

“Hey?”

“Hello?” You questioned back.

“Are we just running through formal greetings?” You moved to the kitchen to inspect his fridge. Peter always had the best snacks and drinks, and they were always different. It was the first thing you always checked, looking for the flavor of the week.

“Hi. It’s always hi.” Peter felt nervous, his eyes shot to his bathroom door.

You scanned the fridge and found the new soda flavor in front of you.

“Oo, orange? May is going crazy. If she gets grape next time I won't leave until I finish all of them.”

“Did you hear me?” He shifted his weight.

“Huh? Oh, yes sorry. Hi, Peter.” Your voice was muffled when you poked your head back into the fridge.

Peter frowned. It threw off his balance and it didn’t feel the same when he asked you to say it. He wanted you to do it naturally, not because he wanted it.

“Babe, do you have any more cherry Coke? I kinda want one of those instead.”

“Um, Maybe. I can look, I really have to pee though.” He nearly sprinted to the bathroom.

When he opened the door he saw you standing right by it, he jumped a little and held his hand to his chest. He looked behind you to the kitchen and started to make his way to look for your cherry coke.

He stopped when you put out an arm to block him from moving.

“Am I making you nervous?”

Peter looked around and looked back at you.

“A little.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“Why?”

“I think you're mad at me.”

You paused and thought about it. You were a little upset still but not angry.

“I don’t think I am. I’m a little upset but I don’t want to yell at you.”

“You’re not mad?”

You moved in for a hug and squeezed until he grunted.

“Not mad.”

“Then why didn’t you say hi?”

“Hi.” You kissed where your head fell on his chest. You leaned up and kissed up his neck into his jaw, each kiss he was given an ‘Hi’.

“Okay, okay I get it!” He laughed and pushed you away from him.

You followed him to the kitchen and watched him squat in front of the fridge, his head ducking to try and find a Coke for you, he knows you stashed one. You just forgot where you put it. He rooted around in the vegetable drawer and pulled the last one out. He held it to you and you gasped and held it to your chest.

“My hero!”

Peter stood and stretched, “If only every crime was that easy.”

You yawned at his stretch and watched him copy.

“I’m putting on my PJ’s. You pick the movie.” You gave him a ‘you sure?’ look. Peter always chose the movies, he said you had the worst taste in movies and you weren’t able to pick them anymore. When you binge TV he loves your choices, but movies were a failed task.

“I’m positive. Be right back.” He answered your look, it made your heart swell when he did that. He knew you so well that one look could ask him a question.

You cracked open the can and took a sip, you offered one to Peter. He took the can and took a mouthful that puffed his cheeks out. He wiggled his eyebrows and you giggled, he turned to his room to change. You meant to walk to the couch to choose a movie, and you did. You even sat your soda and phone down but then the thought of Peter changing was so exciting you bailed and went to watch him.

Except the excitement was blown the second you walked in. Peter wasn’t changing, he was sitting on his bed with his phone pulled to him with the charger in. He was fully clothed still, he went in with the intention of getting on his phone, not putting on pajamas.

His fingers were moving fast, he was trying to write as quickly as the thoughts came to him.

You knew who he was talking to.

Red flag number 5.

“What is wrong with you?” Your words were venomous.

Peter’s head shot up and his eyes went wide.

“You didn’t think I’d catch you? You’re so smart Peter, why are you being so dumb?”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What does that mean?”

“Why are you still talking to her? What is it about her?” You pointed at his phone in his hand. He locked it and placed it face down on the nightstand. Your breath caught, he still didn’t want you to see.

You took a step back, and stared at his phone.

“Peter, I think we should break up.”

Peter stood from the bed.

“What?”

“I think we should break up.”

“What?” He couldn’t conceptualize what you were saying.

“I don’t like how you’re making me feel. I think I need to step back from this.”

“Step back? No, no no no, you don't need to step back.” His hands started to shake. He didn’t mean for this to happen, he didn’t know how serious you were at school. You told him you’d dump him.

“Then why are you still texting her?” You shouted the words, tears gathering. You were about to break down.

“She’s a friend! You treated her like shit today and she wanted to make it right with me.” Peter sighed and felt tired, he didn’t feel like fighting right now.

“I treated her like shit? She’s the one that is trying to ruin this!”

“Really? Because you’re the one fighting with me.”

The tears came down your face, you started to huff.

“Why are you letting her do this?”

Peter ran a hand over his face. He could fight guys all night long but fights with his girlfriend were daunting and exhausting. There was always too much emotion involved.

“I’m just talking to her. As a friend. I’m your boyfriend, you won.”

“Then why did you change your passcode!” You screamed the words, your breaths were short.

“And why do you hide your phone from me? And why are you lying about talking to her?” You were on the verge of hyperventilating.

“I’m not! Morgan got my password and texted everyone in my recents I sucked. I changed it then, I swear! I’m not trying to hide it but you said you were insecure!” Peter tried to defend himself but just put his foot in his mouth.

“I'm insecure? You know I'm insecure about her and you’re still talking to her?” You wiped your tears and sniffled.

“She just went through a bad break up! She said it was hurting debate so she needed help and she just started talking to me.”

“She wants a rebound not a friend Peter!” You were hurt and frustrated.

“Oh my God!” He shouted and pulled at his hair.

“She knows you exist! She knows we're dating!.” He pointed between you two.

“And she doesn’t care! You know she likes you, I know you do!” Your voice was rising again.

“I didn’t know it until today, I swear. But she knows we’re dating and that nothing will happen! She told me today!”

“And you told her about last night?” You shot at him.

“I needed to talk to someone!” He matched your tone.

“But not your girlfriend? Really? You’re going to talk to the person that made me leave?” You slapped your hands on your thighs and sniffled. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked out his window as you started to cry again.

Peter sighed and looked at you, you were so upset you were trembling. He had really fucked this up, he was trying to save the relationship not make it worse. He stepped forward to grab you but you stepped back and looked at him.

“Why her?” You sniffled and wiped away your tears before more were released.

“I never get jealous. I let you talk to other girls all the time, I let you hang out with them and I don't get mad or question you. But this one, this one makes me upset. Why can’t you get that? It’s just one.” You spoke softly, your lip trembled with the sob that wanted to escape. You wanted nothing more than your boyfriend to hug you and tell you he would stop talking to her, but he didn’t.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen, Y/N. I just thought she needed a friend. I just think you’re reading too much into it.” He spoke calmly but his words made you feel dumb, like this was a silly argument.

Red flag number 6.

“I don’t like you right now Peter. I’ve told you how I feel about her twice now and each time you wave it off. It’s not about her anymore, she's just a girl from school. But you're my boyfriend, and you've made me feel belittled and downplayed and lower than you.” You moved towards the door, but kept facing him.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. It wasn’t my intention.” His response was robotic.

You guffawed at him, his words were hollow. Did he not understand what was happening here?

“You know what Peter? It feels like you're cheating on me.” Your words sent swords to his heart.

“I’m not- I would never.” He moved towards you and grabbed your hands in his.

“I’m not cheating on you. I wouldn’t do that, okay? I love you.”

You pulled your hand from his and shook your head. The disappointment was written on your face, even he could see it.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t treat me this way.” Your words were soft, the decision was made. You weren’t going to make your partner choose you.

“What does that mean?” His voice was panicked. He didn’t mean for this to happen.

You stayed silent. He knew what this meant. He was fucking this up, you were the love of his life and he’s about to let you walk out the door. He was letting you dump him.

“Baby, what does that mean?” You turned your face and held your eyes shut as you cried. This was so hard.

“Baby?” His voice was pleading. You cried harder at the word, it was yours. He gave you that name and you wore it like a badge.

“Please.” His voice cracked.

Peter had never cried in an argument, but this wasn’t an argument anymore. This was a breakup.

“Don’t do this. Please, don’t do this to me. I’m sorry, please don’t. Please.” He begged you.

You shook your head, you had to stay strong. You had to prove you were worth more.

“Baby, please. I’ll let you read the texts. I’ll block her number. Please. Anything.”

You met his eyes, they were red and glistening. His nose was red, you remembered you told him his nose always went red when he cried. You called him your little rudolph. You just felt sad looking at him.

“Please don’t leave me.” His voice cracked and tears ran down his cheeks. His breaths were short, once the tears started he couldn’t stop. He brought his wrist to his eye and rubbed at it. He turned his back to you, his quick inhales left you wanting to run to him. You wanted to rub your hand down his back and help him breathe, you wanted to hold him and tell him it was okay but it wasn’t. You didn’t feel secure anymore.

“Peter,” You looked at his front door, you needed to leave. You couldn’t watch him anymore, it was becoming unbearable.

“Peter, I should go.” You nearly whispered the words, they were so hard to say.

“Y/N.” He whimpered. You’ve never heard him like this. He was pleading with you, he needed you like water right now.

“Peter, I have to go now. I’ll see you later, okay?” You stared at his back. You realized you hadn’t kissed him tonight, you didn’t get a last kiss.

You silently grabbed your phone and left. He didn’t say a word, part of you wanted him to fight harder for you. The other was glad he didn’t, he let you make this as easy as possible and you knew it killed him inside to do it.

You loved him. You truly loved him with your whole heart. And if you were cruel you would tell him that, but instead you looked at him one last time. He was hunched over as his shoulders shook, he was holding in his cries for you. Your heart fell to the floor and you left it there as you passed over the threshold.

Peter couldn’t sleep that night.

He also couldn’t be Spider-Man that night. He couldn’t do anything that required him to get out of bed, he felt trapped the second you left. His mind was hollow, he was entirely empty inside. He kept replaying the fight in his mind, he was never good at fighting with you. He always said the wrong things and made it worse. That’s why he never tried to fight.

He felt depleted and at a loss. He felt so fucking stupid too. He doesn’t know why he fought you so hard on it. It was one person that made you feel bad, but Peter, the one who wants to do nothing but love and protect you made it worse. He didn’t take your side, and that’s why you dumped him. He doesn’t blame you, he’d dump himself if he could.

He told himself ‘That’s it!’ If he goes over to Bailey’s and talks to her he can solve everything with you. He just needed to friend dump her and everything goes back to normal. Satisfied with his plan he jumped out of bed and grabbed his wallet and phone barley locking the front door before speeding down the stairs.

When he got to Bailey’s the plan was simple: Tell her girlfriend dumped you, tell her you can no longer be friends, get girlfriend back. Easy enough.

But the second the first part came out she let out an “Thank God!” and sighed.

“What?” Peter was puzzled.

“Thank God! She was the absolute worst. I don’t know how you lasted that long with her. She is truly insufferable. She’s always talking about you and going on and on about how special she is to be with you. If I’m being honest she never deserved you.” She paused and took a sip from her straw.

“You didn’t like her?” Peter was lost. Bailey had told him you were friends and she loved how cute you and him were together.

Bailey laughed at his question. “God no, I was praying for her downfall.”

“What? Why?” Peter couldn’t believe this. He was so blindsided, you were right. All she wanted was to get him to herself. And he let it happen.

“She didn’t deserve you. I just said that, silly.”

Bailey moved closer to Peter and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“But, if you’re feeling sad and needy I can make a good rebound. I need one myself, this works out perfectly.” She lent in to kiss him but Peter pushed her back.

“Are you insane? You said you needed a friend. I was good to you, I believed you when you said you wanted nothing more than that. I fought with my girlfriend over you. I got dumped because of you and you want to have sex?” Peter stood and shook his head at her.

“You’re not a good person. You rubbed off on me, I was a terrible boyfriend tonight. You don’t deserve me at all, and how you could insinuate that is beyond me. You are a shitty human who did a terrible thing.” He spat the words and turned to leave.

“Oh yeah? Well you’re just as bad. You fell into my trap just as easy, you knew what I wanted. Even your girlfriend called me out and you still kept talking to me. You must not have loved her that much.” She shrugged her shoulders, this was nothing to her.

Peter’s blood boiled with her words. You had told him those words just a few hours before and now Bailey was rubbing that in his face. Peter clenched his fists but couldn’t keep calm, he was so pissed at this girl that ruined his relationship he couldn’t keep a level head. He turned to walk to where she had stayed. Peter bent at the waist so his face was in hers directly, he wanted her to know the words he was about to share came from his heart.

“You are vile. You are scum. You are a terrible shitty human with no remorse or moral standpoints. You prayed on pity and turned it into a fun game. You mean nothing to me, if you were on fire I wouldn’t even spit on you. I think you are the worst person I have ever met and I’ve met a lot of them.” His words were ice cold, he has never spoken such cruel things.

“Wow. That hurts.” She blinked at him.

“You know what Bailey? I hope you find love, I really do. And I hope it’s really good. The kind of once in a lifetime kind of love. The love where you know the other person like the back of your hand, there is nothing that they can hide from you, and you can’t hide it from them. I want you to have a love that gives you a reason to wake up in the morning, someone that makes you breathe better just by seeing them. A love where you can’t imagine one possible moment without them because no matter what it is they just make it so much better. I hope that for you, I really do.” Peter spoke sincerely and went to leave.

“Do you really?” Her voice was soft. She always wanted a love like that, she dreamed of it.

“Of course.” He had his hand on her doorknob and turned his head over his shoulder.

“Then I hope you fuck it all up and lose it all.” He opened the door and slammed it behind him.

Peter was banging on your window.

You tried to ignore the taps at first, but then they were knocks. Then they were thumps of his palm against the window. You rolled your eyes, there was a reason it was shut and locked. You wanted to keep him out.

His restlessness was unsettled, his bangs became faster until you huffed and threw the covers off you and ripping the curtains open. You stared at Peter on the other side of the glass, and waited. You weren’t going to say a word until he did.

Peter looked at you wide eyed with an open mouth. He didn’t expect you to actually come to the window, he assumed he would have to break in.

“What?” You barked the words at him. You didn’t want to break the silence first but he was taking too long. Peter cupped his hand around his ear and made a confused face. “What?” You repeated. He narrowed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders and pointed to his ears.

“I know you can hear me Peter!”

He stared blankly at you.

You groaned and unlocked the window and threw it up.

“Hi!” He smiled at you.

“Hi.”

His heart clenched. You still did it. Involuntary or not it counted.

“What do you want?” You were quick to the point.

“Oi! What happened to exes being friends?”

You frowned at him. It’s too soon for him to be making these jokes, it hasn’t even been twelve hours.

“Not funny yet?” He read your mind.

“No.”

“That’s okay. I’m still into my ex.” He shrugged and watched you roll your eyes. He didn’t miss the hint of a smile on your lips, he still has you.

“Why are you here?”

“I went to Bailey’s house.” He started but you were finished at that sentence.

You stared at him and pushed the window down, he caught it at the bottom and pushed it up. You huffed and pushed it down, he kept his hand in place the window not budging against his grasp. You stood on your tiptoes and put all your weight into pushing it down but it stayed complacent.

“This isn’t one you’ll win baby.” His tone was cocky, he liked seeing you flustered.

“You can’t call me that I’m not your girlfriend.” You sat down at the window so you were equal height with Peter on the other side. You grabbed at this hand and tried to uncurl his fingers on the wood.

“Oh you like rubbing that in.” He watched as you tried to get him to release his grip but you were failing.

“Peter let go!” You reached your arm out to pull at his wrist.

“No. I love you.”

You pulled away and tucked your knees to your chest. You put your head down and started to cry, your shoulders shaking with each sob. Peter pulled the window open and let himself in, he sat down with you and wrapped his body around yours. You cried harder at his warmth, you turned around to press yourself into his neck.

“Why’d you let me do that?” Your words were muffled in his shirt.

“Because you had to.” He kissed your forehead and rested his head on yours.

Green flag number 1.

“Can I continue?” You nodded your head against his.

“I went to Bailey’s house. See, I had this great idea that if I told her what happened she would be empathetic and set it straight and then we would never talk again and me and you would get back together and the worst five hours of my life would be over. But something worse happened.”

You sniffled and pushed him back with your hands on his chest. You looked over his face and neck, if he was here to tell you he hooked up with her you would lose it.

“What happened Peter?”

He sighed and looked down. “You were right.”

“Huh?”

“I know right? Here I go with my loud mouth saying you don’t understand, but it was me babe. I didn’t understand. You were right, you were so right.”

“About what?”

Peter leaned back on his arms, “She wanted to bone me babe. Like right out the gate, I went over there heart in my hands. No light or soul left in me, just grasping at straws. I tell her you just dumped me with a capital D, no remorse, just a straight kill shot.” He smiled when he made you laugh, you wiped at your nose with a sleeve of his hoodie.

“And she goes, and I quote, “Thank, God.” and I obviously, in pure shock. Just double knifed right now, punches from every side. I say, “what?” because there is no way I heard that right and she says it again. Then she said she hated you, which she said you were friends all along, and that you didn’t deserve me. Then said I needed a rebound and so did she and this was actually a good thing if I think about it. Then she tried to actually bone me.” Peter concluded his rant.

“What did you do?” You looked at him and hoped he did the right thing.

“I barked at her.”

You laughed and leaned forward to hit his arm, “No you didn’t.”

“No I didn’t. I said some really, really mean things. Like, I defended your honor so hard she’s gonna form a crush on you instead.” He smiled at you, he wanted to ask if everything was okay now.

Green flag number 2.

“How mean?” You pushed him, you’ve never seen Peter mean. He must have wished her coffee was always too sweet or too bitter, never just right. That's the most vicious you could imagine Peter getting.

He let out a puff of air.

“Uh, something about being vile and being a shitty human and hoping she has the once in a lifetime kind of love you always dream of and she fucks it all up. Or something like that, I dunno it’s kinda blur.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked towards you.

Green flag number 3.

You pulled your head back in impressment.

“Wow. I’m lucky you spared my feelings when I totally crushed you after I slammed dumped you.”

“Good one, babe.” He stuck his hand out for a fist bump.

“You were totally heartless there. I mean I was crying like a baby and you stone cold just left. Now I know who the bad cop is gonna be when we have kids.” He poked fun and you turned your head at him.

“We’re not getting back together, Peter.”

Your words were ice. Peter felt frozen, he was sinking on the titanic. He figured it was okay now, you were talking like you were okay. Peter had a deer in headlights look and cleared his throat.

“Um, yeah. Of course, I really fucked that one up. I just wanted you to have closure.” He gave you a tight lipped smile and went to stand so he could make his exit.

You reached for his wrist and pulled him to keep him sitting.

“No hard feelings?” You reached your hand out for a handshake. He started at your hand and shook it, he nodded at your words. “No hard feelings.”

Green flag number 4.

You let out a breath of fresh air.

“Oh good. Don’t get me wrong, you’re totally hot and smart and totally my type. I mean you make me laugh even when I’m supposed to be mad at you and you always know how to fix our problems but I mean, I’m still hung up on my ex. It wouldn’t be fair to jump into a new relationship right now.”

Peter nodded with your words.

“I understand. I’m still not over my ex, she reminds me a lot like you. Beautiful, witty and just a dream stomper. I still love her actually.” He sighed and reminisced.

“I still love mine too.” You looked at him and felt like giving him the best kiss of your life.

“You know if we're both hurting from our ex’s we could just be each other's rebound. It works out perfect.”

You leaned over and met him in a kiss. He made a surprised sound not expecting your move but grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. He opened his mouth into yours and deepened the kiss, he thought he wasn’t going to be able to do this for a while. Not ever again though, he always knew he would win you back. You moved to straddle his waist, with your arms locked behind his head you pulled back from him and pecked his mouth.

“I’m sorry I broke up with you.” You whispered into his mouth.

“It’s okay. I deserved it.” He matched your tone.

Green flag number 5.

“It was the worst five hours of my life. Let's never do that again.”

Peter lent in to kiss you again, and again.

“Deal.”

“No really, it was traumatic.”

Peter was kissing down your neck, he hummed and you pulled away with a shout.

“Was it? I think I was more traumatized. The love of my life broke up with me like it was nothing. I was a mess.”

“No, actually I had it worse. I mean you were begging me not to do it, I was the heartless monster that had to keep going and actually do it.”

“I think you gave me trust issues.” He moved some hair behind your ear and you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Oh I gave you trust issues?” Making sure to enunciate on the you.

“Mhm. I see the error of my words.”

You pressed your forehead against his and stilled. It was okay. Everything was okay.

“Hey, Petey?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Green flag number 6.

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ennunanaiurov · 10 months

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We finished the color wheel meme on twitter!!

🔴Kirishima (My hero Academia) 🔴Jessica Rabbit (Who framed Roger Rabbit) 🔴Him (Powerpuff Girls) 🔴Cross Marian (d.Gray-Man) 🟠Naruto 🟠Hinata (Haikyuu) 🟠Velma (Scooby-Doo) 🟠Darwin (Gumball) 🟠Nami (One Piece) 🟠Garfield 🟡Spongebob 🟡Caroline 🟡Ed (Fullmetal Alchemist) 🟡Bill Cypher (Gravity Falls) 🟡Jin Ling (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) 🟡Timcampy (d.Gray-man) 🟢Beast Boy (Teen Titans) 🟢Zoro (One Piece) 🟢Philza (Minecraft Streamer) 🟢Number 3 (Kids Next Door) 🟢Tsuyu (My Hero Academia) 🔵Bubbles (Powerpuff Girls) 🔵Timothy (d.Gray-Man) 🔵Hatsune Miku 🔵Rin (Blue Exorcist) 🧿Luna (Sailor Moon) 🧿Kanda (d.Gray-man) 🧿Sailor Mercury (Sailor Moon) 🧿Mint (Tokyo Mew Mew) 🟣Mollymauk (Critical Role) 🟣Jiang Cheng (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) 🟣Izma (Emperor's New Groove) 🟣Raven (Teen Titans) 🌸Perona (One Piece) 🌸Technoblade (Minecraft Streamer) 🌸Gwen (Spider-Verse) 🌸Ichigo (Tokyo Mew Mew) 🌸Kirby

// ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅ //

#my art #ain't no way in hell I'm tagging them all

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jsprnt · 1 month

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your boyfriend is left confused when you refuse to let him kiss you

darwin núñez x reader

A/N: based on this request! <3 hope this was close to your expectations, enjoy reading!

W/C: 1.530

"don't- don't you dare kiss me."

you mutter, holding your hand out in front of you in defense. leaning back as your boyfriend leans in to give you a sweet kiss.

he was confused when you initially didn’t greet him at the front door when he arrived. Instead he found you lying down on the couch in the living room, awfully quiet with a pink blanket draped over your body.

he bee-lined to you after taking his coat and shoes off. the weather in england was as cold as ever, something your boyfriend slowly became used to after almost two years.

you watched him wash his hands in the kitchen sink. he had walked over to you when done, a frown forming on his face at your unusual appearance.

Though, the frown on your face and the way you refused to let him kiss you, made him think he had fucked up.

darwin freezes at the thought, mind racing as he thinks through anything he did or could've done wrong before he left home for training earlier that morning.

he'd given you a goodbye kiss, so it couldn't be that. he'd also done his chore of taking the trash out, and even continued texting you throughout the day, up until you stopped responding around noon.

he couldn’t lie, he missed you from the moment he stepped out of your shared house, until the moment he arrived back home.

so, what could've been the reason he was denied the luxury of giving you a kiss?

you sit up from the couch, blanket falling off your upper body and onto your lap. you’re too focused on his facial expression to notice his hands inching closer to you.

"w- why not? I waited all day for you, amor.."

he asks, brows furrowing in question, an idea popping up in his head. a way to get you out of your petty mood.

"because-" you mumble, wanting to answer his question, but before you get to finish your sentence, a shriek leaves your lips.

feeling your boyfriend's freshly-washed, cold hands up your warm sweater, touching your bare skin. his hands on either side of your waist.

a soft chuckle leaves his lips, his eyes crinkling as he watches your reaction. your brows raising in surprise as you begin kicking away at him to push his cold hands off of your burning skin.

"ésta bien-" (alright-) he begins giving into your protests, laughing at your facial expression.

though, he suddenly pauses for a moment. noticing how hot your skin feels against his palm. normally, your temperature would begin to feel regular by now.

your kicking and shoving stops as you watch him remove his hands from underneath your sweater. hands reaching for your forehead and neck instead. taking his time to feel your temperature, again.

"¿estás enferma, mami?" (are you sick, mami?)

he asks, continuing to feel for your temperature as you squirm underneath his cold hands.

"I wanted to tell you." you murmur, giving him a slight glare for cutting you off right when you were going to explain yourself.

"perdón, cariño.." (sorry, darling..)

he replies, his expression softening at your sudden, sickly face. he felt horrible about the fact that he didn't notice his love wasn't feeling well.

"don't come any closer.." you quickly say, leaning back with all the energy you have left in your body, covering your face with the blanket on your lap.

"¿qué estás haciendo?" (What are you doing?)

darwin asks confused, pulling the blanket off your head. you look up at him with a sheepish look, leaning back again.

"you'll get sick, baby. you just got better from injury and your team needs you." you explain, weary of the distance between you and him.

you feel him snake his hand to your sweaty nape, pulling you closer. his cold hands slowly started to feel more soothing against your burning skin, rather than shocking.

he sits down next to you, pulling you closer and making you lay your head down on his lap. moving quickly to place the blanket neatly over your body.

"no seas tonta. I would rather get sick with you, instead of you suffering alone..” (Don't be silly)

you sigh, really stubborn about not wanting him to get sick. you try to get up from your position, but to no avail. the stern look he's giving you, accompanied by the snug hold he has on you, makes it impossible for you to book it to your shared bedroom.

"don't move, cariño. do you need anything?"

he asks, voice laced with concern and love. his thumb rubbing against your cheek as he watches your face intently for any signs of discomfort.

you bite your lip in consideration. you were sick, and needed to eat something before you took your meds.

"food?" you mumble, looking up at him. admiring how good he looked, even in an angle like this one.

even though you weren't the best at cooking, darwin was a disaster at cooking. you both would usually manage to put a good meal together, but right now, no way is that possible. him being in the kitchen was probably a bigger danger to you than a fever.

"food? are you not in pain? don’t you want any medicine?” he asks, cocking a brow.

"my body aches a little, along with my throat, but medicine comes after food, obviously.." you mumble, managing to give him a cheeky half-smile.

you hear a small chuckle leave his lips. he leans down, placing a tender kiss on your hairline.

"esperar.." (hold on)

he mumbles, pulling his phone from his pocket and scrolling through the 'soup' category on the food delivery app. his other hand continuing to stroke your cheek.

"how about some soup?"

"the one from last time? sure.."

you answer, feeling him glance down to look at your sudden shifting. you’re lying down on your side now, darwin's hand coming to rest on the small of your back. his finger still tapping on his phone, his cologne comforting to your senses.

"it will be here in 45-minutes. do you want to lay down in bed until then, amor?" he asks, turning his phone off after successfully ordering your food.

his hands start scratching your back, promoting a small sigh to leave your dry lips as you nod.

you sit up from his lap, stretching your arm out as you shiver. you feel your boyfriend’s arms snake around your back and thighs, lifting you up in a swift motion before you could protest. sneakily kissing the corner of your mouth when you're distracted as he carries you to bed.

"darwin, you're going to get sick!”

you exclaim, moving away when he moves the covers back and places you in your bed.

"no te preocupes- solo un beso.." (don't worry- just a kiss..)

you roll your eyes and recline back to your side of the bed. watching him place the blanket over you, gasping when he walks away and comes back with another thick blanket.

“no, that’s too much!” you exclaim, already feeling like you’re freezing and boiling at the same time. your sweat-drenched sweater wasn’t helping you either.

“It’s better. you have to sweat more, amor..” he says, practically suffocating you as you feel the thick fabric surround your body. you look up at him with a defeated look and try to hold back a tired yawn, eyes watering.

“¿que? are you crying, mami?” he says, moving closer to you to cup your cheek, prompting you to look at him with half-closed eyes.

“no, I’m just tired..” you mutter, leaning into his touch, cool hand soothing your hot skin.

“close you eyes and take a nap. I’ll wake you up..” he says, planting two kisses on your temple before beginning to step away.

“wait, stay here..” you croak out, reaching for his hand again. wanting his presence next to you. especially when you’re feeling uneasy and in need of comfort.

he freezes in his steps, your soft, vulnerable tone pulling at his heartstrings and melting his thoughts into nothing. he turns you immediately, eyes wide in concern.

he gets in the bed next to you, realizing you wanted a cuddle, even though you were so adamant on not getting him sick. he places his hand on the double-stacked blankets, moving his hand up and down your covered stomach.

“why were you leaving?” you ask, eyes closed in exhaustion, voice cracking.

“I wanted to grab a wet washcloth for you..”

he explains, continuing to comfort you. his touch feels like melatonin, and you feel like you’re about to take the longest nap of your life.

you hum in reply, closing your eyes while clutching onto his hand, feeling cold shivers and sweat trickle down your spine. just wanting to feel better already.

“está bien. sleep now, mi amor..” he whispers, trying to hold you as close as possible without making you feel like you’re suffocating.

your deep breaths turn shallow as your eyes flutter shut, knowing that when you wake up, you’ll have a sweet, caring boyfriend and a warm bowl of savory soup awaiting you.

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hp-hcs · 5 months

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am just gonna bombard you with requests until instructed otherwise because i've found my new favourite writer✨

but how about the theo's x obscurus male reader (yandere or not, both theo's or not) honestly i'll gobble up whatever given - yxdls

freaks — yandere! theodore nott x obscurial! male! reader

tws: implied/referenced child abuse; snape being a dick

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To be honest, nobody had really ever noticed Y/N L/N until he came back from winter break with a black eye and a broken nose; and with just one snide comment from a certain Potions professor, he promptly exploded into the most terrifying thing any of them had ever seen.

An Obscurus.

It’d been the first class back from the break. Someone clearly must’ve hated the fifth years, because the new schedule listed Potions as the first class on a Monday morning. Exhausted, all of the fifth years had trudged in and taken a seat, too tired to care about any accidental inter-house mingling.

Professor Snape was having none of it. His beady eyes flashed as he surveyed his class of half-asleep teenagers.

“When an adult says good morning, it is polite to respond.”

“Good morning, Professor Snape,” the class mumbled in a completely exasperated tone.

His lip had curled back into a sneer. Opening his mouth to, presumably, berate the class, he was interrupted by the late arrival of a student.

“Mr. L/N. How wonderful of you to join us. We surely wouldn’t want to waste any more of your precious time.”

The boy in the doorway tried to shrink in on himself. He looked so small and lost with that busted up nose and eye. He started to make an apology, but made it barely two words in before Snape struck again.

“Perhaps it would be beneficial for you all to take a note of Mr. L/N as living proof that Charles Darwin’s theory was not without some error. Mr. L/N, if you would research the term natural selection and write ten inches of parchment on the subject. You can turn it in to me tomorrow morning. Take a seat.”

The boy’s cheeks burned with embarrassment and shame as he scrambled to a seat in the back row.

“Natural selection,” the professor intoned. “The riddance of those who are not well-suited to their environment. That is, abnormalities or freaks of nature.”

The class glanced back at the previously unknown boy. Who was this kid? Why did Snape have a vendetta against him?

Something in the ashamed boy’s eyes flashed. At the word ‘freaks’, he visibly broke.

A low rumble filled the classroom, making Snape pause mid-sentence. With a resounding crack, the flagstones just inches from the professor’s feet split and shattered, like someone had taken a sledgehammer to them.

Snape jumped back, his head snapping up in a panic. The walls began to shake and rumble threateningly. From the belittled boy in the back row, an odd dark mist was beginning to form, slowly swirling around his body before engulfing him completely.

The kids around him scrambled away in a panic, the entire class rushing to the doors. Theodore sat still, stunned as he watched the terrifying scene.

One of his friends tugged on his sleeve, shouting something that was immediately swallowed by the sound as the odd swirling mist began to pick up speed, whipping papers and quills around the room.

The crack that ran through the flagstone floor began to spread with an ominous rumbling, the stone walls beginning to shake and spiderweb with fractures. A dust cloud of debris emanated from every fissure, choking up the air and reducing any visibility.

A sound, like a small child crying, seemed to echo around the room. Theo, stuck in place, watched with wide eyes as the mist- no, whirlwind, began growing, getting more and more violent.

The whirlwind lashed out, reducing Snape’s desk to splinters. The crying got louder, and a sharp burst of magic from the whirlwind sent Theodore flying, hitting the ground hard and scrambling for cover under a table.

For just a split second, so fast that Theo barely had time to notice, the mist of the whirlwind parted, revealing a white glowing form in the center. The form was vaguely humanoid in shape, curled up on the ground in the fetal position with its hands clasped tight over its ears. Its shoulders heaved with the force of its sobs, and then it was gone, swallowed back up by the storm.

Theo wracked his brain for the beaten boy’s name, scrabbling for any memory he had of the kid who had always previously gone unnoticed.

“Y/N!”

The storm…paused, sort of. The debris that had been in the process of being thrown across the room halted midair, hanging suspended for a split second before whipping back around with a stronger fury.

The shattering of glass made Theo instinctively cover his face, smashed potions and vials sending shards of certain death flying through the air.

“Y/N! Y/N, you have to stop!” Theodore shouted, pleaded.

The storm howled with shrieking fury, leaking anguish and total despair.

“Y/N! He’s wrong about you!”

A chair was sent hurtling towards him.

Ducking, Theo continued talking, raising his voice over the wailing of the storm.

“I want to help, Y/N!”

The storm paused again, for longer this time. A cauldron, suspended midair just inches from whacking into Theo’s skull, dripped some sort of potion onto his leg, burning something awful.

That was a problem for a different time, Theo figured.

“I want to! I want to help! You don’t deserve to be treated the way you are!”

The storm drew back a bit, the iron cauldron clanging to the floor and spinning around in circles as the dark mist of the storm retreated.

Theo tried his last saccharine sentiment. “You deserve to be happy!”

With a loud whoosh, the storm completely vanished, quills and chairs dropping to the floor with a loud clatter. The boy—Y/N—sat on the floor in the same way as the glowing form had; fetal position, hands over his ears. His skin crackled, and dark sparks snapped and fizzed from it, although he seemed to pay no mind.

Theodore stumbled to his feet from under his table and carefully picked his way through the debris of the classroom to kneel down a comfortable distance away from the crying boy.

“Hey, hey, there you go. That’s better. Are you alright?”

Y/N looked up with a tear-stricken expression, wiping his sleeve across his face and sniffling. “‘m not a freak, I swear. Please don’t send me back.”

“You’re not,” Theo soothed. “I won’t. Snape was way out of bounds with that one.”

Y/N sniffled again, a fresh wave of tears streaming down his face. “He called me a freak.”

At the sight of the boy before him, sobbing pathetically over his douchebag teacher, Theo felt himself burn with rage.

How could anyone hurt this boy? Who’s done absolutely nothing wrong?

“I’ll make him pay, sweetheart. Don’t worry.”

#harry potter #fuck jkr #hp #hp x male reader #x male reader #gay #x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #theo nott #yandere theodore nott

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fromforeigntofamiliarity · 2 years

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Daddy Issues | Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Summary: Reader’s meets her father for the first time in the Top Gun program only problem is he has no idea who she is, well…that’s not her only problem.

Warning: None

Requested: No

A/N: Readers Callsign is ‘Darwin’

Out of all the places in the world she had no idea why finding him here was so surprising. After being called back to 'Top Gun' Y/N found herself in The Hard Deck with 'Hangman' and 'Coyote' looking at the man she had spent years hoping to meet.

Y/N was 14 when she found the box while looking through the attic, it was filled with pictures of her mother and a man she had never seen before and letters of the romantic kind. Looking on the back she found they her mothers name accompanied by ,what she assumed was the man's name, Pete Mitchell and the date just on a little under a year before she was born.

Y/N had grown up with her mother until the age of five when she and her stepfather were married. Jim was a nice guy, a great father even but that didn't stop Y/N from wanting to know who her biological father was and one look at this picture and she knew.

She became almost consumed with finding out everything she could on the man in the photos and was a bit disappointed when she couldn't find anything past 1986, about some kind of mission he flew, though there wasn't a lot of information that could lead her to were he was.

What little she did have she clung too until the day she turned 18 and informed her mother that she would be joining the Navy instead of going to medical school and following in the footsteps of her stepfather.

"What do you mean you're joining the military?" Her mother asked as if it were the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard.

"I'm not going to become a doctor." Y/N replied. "I know this isn't exactly what you wanted but you've controlled everything in my life and I think it's time I start making my own choices-."

"This is just stress talking honey, I know I've been a bit too strict with you when it comes to your future but that's only because I want what's best for you." She cut her off.

"I know that mom but what is best for me right now isn't trying to become a doctor."

"Well it doesn't have to happen RIGHT NOW, plenty of people take a gap year if that's what you nee-."

"No. mom you're not listening."

"I am listening to how you plan to throw everything you've worked your whole life for on a whim."

"It's not a whim mom, this is something I've wanted for a long time."

"Since when?" She scoffed rolling her eyes. "Since when have you wanted this?"

"Since I found out who my father is." Y/N admitted. "It started off just wanting to know who he was but after I dug a bit more I couldn't think about doing anything else with my life."

"That's what this is about?"

"Not entirely but somewhere down the line I would like to know more about him, meet hi-."

"Y/N I can't let you throw your life away for a man who doesn't even know you exist."

"What?"

"Your father was not the kind of man that was ready to be a father-"

"You didn't give him a chance?"

"-I knew that it was for the best that I raised you without him."

"You don't know that."

"I do know that, the life he lived gone for months at a time, always had one foot out the door. What kind of father would he have been for you?"

"I guess we'll never know because you never gave him the chance?!" Y/N shouted back at her mother. "God this is so like you. It's always your way or the highway, you were the one with one foot out the door and when you saw that you couldn't control what kind of father he might have been you bolted."

Y/N had been frustrated before but she could never remember a time when she felt this furious at her mother.

"This is just like you, you always have to be the one in control, always have to have the last say in what I wear, how I talk, what extracurricular I should take, whether I get to know my father or not?" Shaking her head at her as she looked at her with as much anger and disgust as she could muster. "You pathetic and entitled to think that there is any reason you could give to justify what you have done"

"I did what I thought was right, I have always done what I thought was best for you and yes I admit that I didn't always take you opinion into consideration but as a mother I had to make the hard choices."

"Well not anymore, I can make my own decisions now."

"Yes you can but that doesn't mean that I have to be there to watch." She said standing from her seat and approaching her daughter. "If you choose this life, you choose a life without me."

Y/N remembers packing her bags as her stepfather begged them both to stop being so stubborn and to think about what this would mean, hearing him yell at her mother for the thing she had said and done, (not knowing ways in which she parted with his stepdaughter father) She remembered the tearful goodbye between her and her stepfather, where she told him that she has and will always love him but this was something she needed to do, before driving away.

"Darwin..." Hangman called out snapping in front of her face. "Darwin."

"Yeah?" She asked turning her attention back to her two companions.

"Pool, Hangman's cheating at darts." Coyote informed before making his way over to the pool table with Hangman trailing behind informing his that 'skill isn't cheating'.

She followed them over as they started the game fighting every urge to look over to the man at the bar, this is what she wanted for years, which is why she had no idea why the thought of going over to him was more terrifying than her first time flying.

"Bradshaw, that you?" Phoenix called out causing her to curse whatever all powerful being there was in the universe. "This how I find out you're state side?"

"Yeah well I wanted to surprise you." Rooster replied removing the aviators from his face before Phoenix delivered the pool stick to his abdomen.

"Guess I surprised you right back." She replied.

This was more than she could handle at this point, normally seeing 'Rooster' again wouldn't be such a feat but the man less that 100 feet away was making it a bit hard to catch her breath.

"I'm gonna head out." She muttered to Hangman and Coyote not waiting for a reply as she started making her way to the door.

"Leaving so soon?" Penny asked from behind the bar. Walking over Y/N gave the woman a forced smile.

"Yeah, getting a bit crowded with the evening rush and all." She explained.

"Hope you're not leaving on my account." Rooster's voice cut in as he approached the bar as well. "Long time no see, Darwin. A beer Penny please." He said leaning on the bar his back to her father leaving her a perfect view over his shoulder.

"Rooster...How have you been?" She asked as Penny went to grab his beer.

"So that's how we're gonna play it? I walk in the room you bolt out the door, pretend like nothing ever happened." He asked while Y/N felt half guilty half mortified as she saw her father take somewhat of an interest in the conversation.

"Would that be such a bad thing?"

"What if I don't want to pretend it never happed?" He asked as Penny returned with his drink.

"Well then that seems like your problem Rooster." She replied. "See you Penny." She called walking away finally escaping the gaze of the two men.

*-*-*

"Your instructor is a top gun graduate with real world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master, he exploits are legendary and he is considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. What he has to teach you may very well mean the difference between life and death, I give you Captain Pete Mitchell, callsign... Maverick."

'You have got to be shitting me.' Y/N thought to herself. No matter how good of an opportunity this was to get to know her father she couldn't help but to think about how this was also and equal opportunity to embarrass herself and disappoint him before he even knows who he is to her.

Of course Y/N was a good pilot, so was everyone else here and there was no way she was gonna reveal her identity to her father after after coming in anything less than first.

Second place, is no place at all.

Y/N sat this the other pilots as she watched them go up in group of three each failing one after the other.

Too fast, too slow, when up instead of right no matter what the mistake Maverick was always on step ahead or should she say right behind them to make the kill.

Once it was her turn to take the skies she tried her best to communicate with her wingman but they both for lack of a better term 'freaked the fuck out as soon as they saw Maverick'. Y/N knew the moment the yelling started they were dead so while Maverick was focused on making the kill she flew her plane underneath his and stayed a there. If he made a right she made a right, if he went up she went up.

"Alright Darwin you know the object of the mission is win?" Maverick asked over the radio looking around franticly for the pilot to show herself.

"I thought the object was to survive." She replied.

"Yeah I guess technically your right, but this is about surviving a dog fight, you can't just turn tail and run." He informed. Y/N slowed her plane allowing the instructor to fly over he before he placed him in her sight, watching his head whip around after hearing the tone.

"I didn't run old man," She laughed. "I've been here the whole time." She mimicked the words her spoke to Rooster with a small wave.

"I know you shoot down anything that came into your sight so I just stayed out of sight." She explained her strategy.

"Darwin..."

"Adapt to survive."

"That's impressive." Maverick complemented as Y/N fought to jump with happiness that she had been the only one to shoot him down. "If only your strategy included your wing man...They wouldn’t be dead right now." He finished wiping the smile off her face.

*-*-*

Heading into the lounge Y/N flopped onto the sofa folding her arms, even she knew she looked like a child throwing a tantrum right now.

"That was bullshit." She spat shaking her head. "I was the only one to shoot him down."

"Yeah but you let you wingman die." Rooster pointed out. "This mission is about team work."

"There wasn't much of a team to work with." Hangman defended. "I mean no offence to Harvard and Yale but you guys panicked, Darwin was on her own from that moment on. I think you did what you needed to do." He said placing his handing on each of her shoulders giving a gentle squeeze.

"Thanks Jake." She replied with a sigh. Rooster glared at the two, one: Not liking how close the were acting and two: hating that they both were so quick to leave their wingman behind.

"You know Darwin maybe now you'll learn that you can't just leave people behind when it best suits you." He glared at the two. "You may be able to adapt but living like that...you'll never evolve."

"God this is so like you. It's always your way or the highway,"

Glaring over to the Bradshaw, Y/N said nothing before standing up and exiting the room. As she was walking away she saw Maverick coming towards her and decided to keep walking.

"Darwin." He called out after she had past by causing her to stop and face him.

"Yes sir." She replied keeping her face as neutral as possible.

"Look I know that wasn't what you wanted to hear up there and I'm not gonna lie you remind me of me when I was in Top Gun." Maverick states shifting from one foot to the other. "But I learned pretty quickly that the target is only half the mission the other half is making sure you AND YOUR TEAM make it back to fight another day."

"Yes sir." She replied as the man reiterated what Rooster had said to her not even two minutes ago.

"That being said..." He started as a smile began to show on his face. "That was some damn good flying."

"Thank you sir." Y/N smiled. "That means a lot coming from you.”

"Hey Darwin," Coyote called out. "We're heading to 'The Hard Deck', you down?"

"Go on you guys are done for the day." Maverick encouraged with a nod. "See you tomorrow 0800."

"See you tomorrow sir." She confirmed before turning and walking away.

Part Two

A/N: Ask and you shall be tagged. 🏷 🥰

#top gun imagine #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw imagine #rooster x reader #mitchell!reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #jake hangman seresin #pete mitchell

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libraryofloveletters · 4 months

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Burnt

Darwin Nunez x Fem!Reader

Warnings: use of darwin's favourite phrase 'yeah man 😁', dinner parties are a lot of work, darwin is regretting his idea, wandering hands, almost pg-13, alexis is a cockblock and reader gets to play with darwin's hair loool

Word Count: 681

Author's Note: this whole idea came from me and pookie joking about how darwin would be like 'yeah man😁' to whatever you suggest lmao - this one's for you bookie @themandaloriansdiaries

Darwin suggests you host a dinner party at your place for a few of his teammates before you all head out for the holidays. He seems to have underestimate how much work goes into said party.

Your boyfriend suggested you do a little something at home to mark the end of the first half of the season, perhaps a party. You made him aware that throwing together an entire Christmas party in a week wouldn't be possible.

A dinner party would be more doable and Darwin being the darling he was, replied with a smile and his favourite phrase - "yeah man."

It would be a small party, 7 of you in total. You and Darwin, Lucho, Gera and their little girl, plus Alexis and his girlfriend. Your boyfriend wanted to get everyone together before you were all off for the holidays - Alexis headed home to Argentina, Lucho would be visiting family in Colombia and you and Darwin would be in Uruguay until their return to training.

You agreed to cook dinner rather than Cather, you figured it wouldn't be that difficult seeing that you prepped whatever you could ahead of time.

Darwin peeked into the kitchen, you had sent him out to fix the malfunctioning Christmas lights outside. "Need help?"

"Did you fix the lights?" You asked him, cutting the peppers.

He nods, getting water from the fridge, "yeah man, had to change the plug." He says, arms wrapping around you from behind. His chin rests on your shoulder, "is there anything I can do to help?"

"You can help me cook."

Darwin looked at the counter, the bowls and ingredients lined up were overwhelming. "You're using all this?"

"Yeah," you laughed, "all of this is prepped, you should have seen the place when you were at training yesterday."

Darwin lets go of you, "is there something else I can do?"

You grabbed his wrist, turning to face him before he could pull away. "These are your teammates, you're helping me cook, Darwin."

Never have you called him Darwin unless you were serious about it, and that you were.

The man nods, making him busy. He was more of a hazard than a help; he almost burnt the pasta for the mac and cheese, gagged at the touch of the raw chicken and nearly lost a finger while cutting stuff for a salad.

You take the knife from him, setting it aside to check his hand. "Jesus, be careful, will you?"

"Yeah man," he nods, "I got it."

The two of you finish up dinner earlier than expected, giving you more time to get ready.

Darwin was getting out of the shower as you finished up your makeup, looking for something for you to wear. You had just gotten dressed when he appeared in the room, shirt undo as was his hair. "Babbeeeeeeeeee," he calls, walking over to you as you were putting on your jewellery.

"What?" you looked at him in the reflection of the mirror.

He sits beside you, squeezing next to you on the bench in front of your vanity. "Can you do my hair? It's not going the way I want."

You get up, letting him sit properly as you grab the hair brush. "Do I have a choice?"

"No," he grins, leaning his head back for you to brush his hair.

You manage to get his hair into a bun, smoothing out all the bumps as you wrap the hair tie around it to secure it.

Darwin smiles, "perfect." He turns around, pulling you between his legs. "Thank you." He leans up and you meet him halfway, leaning down to kiss him. You can feel your boyfriend's hands rest on your ass, grabbing at it as he pulls you into him.

Just as you go to get on top of him, the doorbell rings. Alexis's voice carried from downstairs. "Open the door!"

You laughed, your boyfriend's face is against your side, groaning. "He's early," Darwin grumbles as he stands.

"You're late," you inform him, "it's 6:30, we invited them for 6."

"So he's late."

"Technically, yes." You did up the buttons on Darwin's shirt. "But you should have been ready by now."

"Not helpful, baby."

"Wasn't trying to be," you smiled, giving him one more kiss before you two headed down.

#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23 #darwin nunez #darwin nunez x reader #darwin nunez x you #darwin nunez x y/n #football x reader #football x you #football x y/n #football imagine #football blurb

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supremechancellorrex · 6 months

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I was mulling over Harry Potter recently and I think one of the reasons it doesn't really appeal that much to me is the worldbuilding is not my cup of tea. In the context we are given wizards and witches are far too powerful to be hiding from Muggle nations. Wizards have the capability to mind control, memory wipe, easily create Muggle-repelling charms over entire locations that confuse and disorientate, as well as have teleportation, portkeys, Floo powder, spatial magic, invisibility, etc. Wizards sharing a planet with Muggles is positively Lovecraftian, like Cthulhu being just next door and closer.

With basic evolutionary patterns, Darwinism, the fact wizards can be disappointingly human and their leanings to fascist elements in their history (so many Anti-Muggle Dark Lords), they'd have wiped Muggles out by the BCE period, or at least not be hiding from them in a way that's the equivalent of the United States hiding from Monaco. It wouldn't take that many wizards, and in the book we are provided no evidence of our Muggle tech being able to withstand something as dynamic, tricky and reality warping as magic.

Power Dynamics

"They can strike anywhere at any time before anyone knows it."

The power dynamic from what we are shown in the books are very wonky and infinitesimally so unequal one begins to wonder if owls hide from slugs. Perhaps if JK Rowling had depowered wizards more by incorporating clearer weakness and faults in the magic system, such as perhaps no apparition (I mean, they already have portkeys, Floo powder, brooms, greedy wizards), more limits to the mind control like showing Muggles can fight it off, made wards and Muggle-repelling charms more fragile (maybe have that they can only be set up in certain geographical places either choking with magic or idk related to runic stuff and ley lines), as well as perhaps indicate that the average shielding charms can't withstand heavy kinetic onslaught from a heavy duty weapon like an AK-47, etc., it might have felt more understandable why the Muggle World and Wizarding World have the relationship they do.

Because, in the canon, we are given no concrete reasons why the wizarding world chooses to hide other than Muggles being a bother, probably asking for cures to cancer or something. In the canon, we are never presented with any Muggle technology that justifies the Wizarding World being under threat if the Statute of Secrecy breaks. We can speculated, but we can speculate either way depending on our mood. You'd think this would be more defined since the conflict centralises on Wizards and Muggles (including their offspring) existing.

Ethical Concerns For Mugs

"With this rep, I guess we deserve to be mindwiped whatever our consent."

Regarding certain implications in the books, there are a number of ethical concerns that don't feel they're given the weight and attention they deserve considering the themes. One is the overuse of memory charms, a mental violation which are hinted to cause brain damage. Considering how much wizards obliviate and violate Muggles' minds as well as cover up their deaths, that's practically fridge horror. Wizards, both good and bad, also often subvert Muggle democracy and freedom of information, and are quite authoritarian and devil-may-care about this. The Harry Potter narrative never really fully tackles this or shows any real critiques or changes in regards to the Statute of Secrecy and Muggles.

Considering the over all message of the books is anti-authoritarianism, anti-fascism, freedom and even saying Muggles aren't 'lesser' beings, these actions contradicts the themes and kind of makes all the wizards look pretty morally bankrupt when they continue to do this even after the 17 Years Later epilogue. In all honesty, this actually impacts the characterisation of our protagonists in a way I don't particularly like, especially since Hermione is Minister For Magic for a period of time.

Muggles & It's Just Fantasy

"Hi boring people we're fighting an entire conflict over, just passing through."

Suspension of disbelief is a tricky thing and so is the way a writer earns it. I think it would be more okay if Harry Potter was a purely separate fantasy world similar to Lord of the Rings or Game of Thrones, but the author has Muggle society (aka our 'logical' world) develop the exact same way despite sharing the planet with the logic-breaking magical world since the dawn of time and evolution. With all the factors shown in HP, these powerful, reality-warping wizards would fuck up our history and society so much we Muggles would either be dead or coughing out live elephants every time we ate a salad on a regular basis.

Over all, I feel the Muggles need to be more of a threat and have more going for them to explain why the wizards are hiding from them. Otherwise a wizard could teleport around the land of Muggles and just put Muggle-repelling charms on the British Parliament, all the nation's hospitals, police stations, banks, etc. and just watch the chaos. Okay, next stop, the Nuclear power stations and missile silos. By the Muggle world existing it intrinsically forces reality into a fantasy that doesn't want it.

#anti harry potter #harry potter critical #muggles #muggles are written as inferior #read the books but they ain't for me #will we ever learn hermione's parents' first names?#can muggle technology do anything?#can a shielding charm protect against radioactive particles and an atomic blast?#major canon gaps #anti hp #worldbuilding #bad writing #too many unanswered questions about the fucking conflict

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victimeyez · 8 months

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Professional//Victim

Darwin

CW: captive whump, drugged whump, graphic depictions of torture, intimate whump

Taglist: @lonesome--hunter

The nausea starts when they roll off the highway. An unfamiliar town lies here, sporting lots of fancy diners and shops for wasps.

“It’s coming up. Get ‘im lively.”

Tommy had been awake for a while now, but a bump of coke made him “more lively” for clients. The bitter taste didn’t help his stomach when he rubbed it into his gums. Sure, it was more direct up the sniffer, but one time he sneezed blood into the passenger window, so they switched strictly to the oral route. He didn’t like the taste or the buzz, but it helped with the pain a little. Not that it mattered.

His stomach drops to his knees when they turn off onto a long side street and begin passing houses. Only a few down and they turn onto a long, neat driveway that slithered into the woods. Finally, a house emerged from the foliage.

(Brown, drab. Not a mansion, but expensive. Groomed lawn. Driveway, maybe a quarter mile. Isolated. Definitely not a client we’ve seen before. New clients are always crapshoots.)

Caius dragged Tommy up the path to the door. He hesitated before ringing the doorbell, making Tommy face him while he fixed his curls and looked him over. He pinched his cheeks and his lips to give him a flushed look, pinching some of his eyelashes between his fingers and tugging them painfully. He repeated it on the other side, making Tommy’s eyes water so they were tearful and moony. He then pressed the gold-framed button next to the door. A twinkling classical piece played inside in lieu of a standard bell.

A middle-aged man answered too quickly, surprisingly well dressed in a tortoiseshell suit and matching glasses. He looked like a professor. He smiled kindly at the two of them.

“Please, come in.”

Caius put a firm hand on Tommy's shoulder and pushed him through the doorframe into the house, while the client politely held the door for the pair. He closed it behind them and activated an electronic lock, hidden from the outside. A heavy deadbolt slid into place with a loud chink. It resonated with an ominous finality that made Tommy’s stomach clench.

“I am Darwin. I take it this is Tommy?” He gestured to Tommy.

“I’m Caius, and this is Tommy.”

Darwin nodded, and then hesitated as he began to turn.

“Forgive me if I’m new to the etiquette of these…arrangements. Could I offer you a water, or maybe some wine?”

“Don’t worry about formalities, you’ve paid for us to be here. Let’s not waste your time.”

Darwin's eyebrows raised just a touch, but he seemed relieved to dispense with niceties. He began up a flight of stairs, which Caius ensured Tommy followed close behind. His heart was starting to pound and his feet felt heavy. Upstairs rooms were less common than basements. They somehow felt so much more intimate. Tommy had long since learned you can’t tell what a client wants based on appearance. He wasn’t sure what he feared more - a dungeon, or a bedroom.

He could feel himself starting to shut down already, and he embraced the dissociation.

(Left, right, left, right, keep walking, just follow. Don’t feel anything, just exist. There’s nothing you can do now. Just breathe. Disconnect from the feeling of desperation. We don’t have to remember this part.)

He walked robotically behind Darwin until he was led into a room that looked like an enormous study, with a fireplace at one side and rows of nice bookshelves and displays lined the walls. The display closest to him looked something like fireplace tools, but not like ones he had seen before. The floors were of a rich hardwood.

“Remove your shoes, Tommy.”

He hated it when they used his name. As if they knew him. As if they were friends. All it took was a warning look from Caius and he peeled off his tennis shoes, setting them awkwardly to the side. (Avoid eye contact. Makes it easier.)

“Are you wearing underwear?”

Tommy didn’t like where this was headed. He despised the romantic ones.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Strip down to them.”

Tommy mechanically removed his shirt, and then more hesitantly, his sweats. He was down to plain black boxers, a stark contrast to well-dressed Darwin. He handed them off to Caius while his eyes scoured the room.

The center of the room was filled with precariously placed items that looked very old and worn. There was a big lumpy looking chair made of wood, a kind of bench-like table with three rolling pins attached in the middle, and a big sort of horse-shaped wooden structure. It looked badly built, and had a big triangle for the saddle.

(Don’t panic. Don’t run. You don’t have to know what’s happening. Don’t think about it. Don't think at all. Turn your brain off. It makes it easier.)

“I curate for the museum here, and over the years I’ve become a bit of a collector of sorts myself. When the museum here wasn’t interested in these pieces, I knew I just had to buy them up. Unfortunately, I haven’t gotten the chance to play with them, and they’ve gone without use. Then I found a video of Tommy here online, and I thought I found the perfect person to try them out.”

Thomas felt like his body was moving without his will as he was led to the chair, which upon closer look, was more than uncomfortable. It had no open slats but was made of uncut pieces of wood with a high back, wide arm rests, a flat seat, and another solid plate between the front legs, almost to the floor. Every inch of it was covered in neat rows of small, wooden spikes.

“Which video?” Caius asked conversationally.

(Market research.)

“It was some kind of flogging scene, with Mistress Alice. A few months ago now.”

Tommy’s head swam before he realized he was holding his breath. He felt a little shaken by the mention of Alice, and struggled to stay adrift from his feelings.

“It looks like he’s healed up marvelously though,” Darwin appreciated, looking him over hungrily.

“He cleans up well, and we have excellent doctors on hand. We cannot allow certain things that will damage him beyond repair, so I will be staying with you for our time. Most nerves can be fixed, but no severing of central tendons or arteries, and go easy on the spine to keep basic motor controls intact.”

Darwin nodded. “They shouldn’t puncture too deeply. Everything is antique, but sanitized.”

Without ceremony, Tommy was shoved back into the chair.

He took a sharp breath in when all the points sank in at once, biting into the sensitive flesh of his ass and thighs. The shock of It was like being submerged in icy water. He instinctively leaned forwards away from the back of the chair, but he could feel beads of blood forming where he had knocked into them initially.

Hands appeared from nowhere, wrapping a leather strap across his throat and pulling him flat against the back of the chair. The shock of the pain winded him, and he gasped for breath as Darwin fastened his restraints. His ankles were locked with leather and pulled taut hard to force his legs into the spikes, and his arms were pulled hard down on the spiked armrests. Thick leather cuffs bound his wrists in place, and slight sides built into the back ensured his outer arms were also penetrated.

The best he could do was try to arch his back away from the back of the chair, but with his neck fastened it only seemed to drive the ones in his shoulders deeper. The awkward position made his back start to cramp immediately, and he doubted he could hold it for long. The urge to fight the restraints was overruled by the pain that the slightest movement caused, and he found himself paralyzed by it. Even breathing agitated the punctures, and on instinct he started to breathe shallowly to avoid it. A muted thought came to him, of the sharp wooden skewers used for shish kabobs, and he suddenly related to being a piece of skewered meat.

He vaguely registered that Darwin had stood back and was watching him, a great grin on his face.

“This piece is called the ‘Armchair of Inquiries’ - a bit of a cheeky name, in my opinion. This one was actively used a bit longer than most, with the last recorded use being May 8th, 1868. I’ve had it thoroughly cleaned and disinfected just for you.”

Tommy tried to pull his head away from the pins, only resulting in choking himself against the leather collar.

Darwin smiled. “I had that strap attached as an extra, from a heretic’s fork. I think it makes a good addition, even if it wasn’t the original.”

There was something deeply sickening about the pride in Darwin’s voice, while he gladly explained history that hardly mattered to the butterfly he had pinned.

The initial shock was starting to wear off, but the pain was blooming. He doubted there was enough coke in the world to shield him from this. His shallow panting took on a whine to it on every exhale as the pain began to steep.

Darwin had walked away, and returned with quick steps holding some sort of miniature harness. It consisted of metal bands arched and connected, with an adjustable leather strap. Tommy couldn’t identify it, but the glee with which Darwin presented it made him think he would find out the hard way very soon.

With a surprisingly gentle hand, Darwin guided his head forward as far as it could go against his neck restraint, and slipped the harness over his head.

“This one has many names, and many forms. It was the first piece in my collection. There are other ones that are shaped like pigs, or fools with long noses, or even a cone coming out from the mouthpiece. Just to name a few.”

At being masked, Tommy started to panic and struggle, shoving hard against his restraints only to have the spikes impale him again and again, agitating the wounds with every movement.

“Wait, wait, wait, fuck, fuck, wait you don’t have to do this-”

Tommy finally begged, which Darwin only acknowledged with a soft smile as he worked the cage mask on. There was a metal band that ran down the back of his head, parting his hair, but pushing him off of impalement on the spikes there as the metal band rested atop the points.

The other band came down the middle of his face, forking into a triangle around his nose. Right below, it connected to a thicker metal band across his mouth, and a sharp obtrusion from it pressed hard against his lips. He clenched his teeth against it to try to keep it out, abruptly ending his ability to beg with words. His pleas reduced to panicked keens of fear and pain.

“It’s called a bridle mask, a scold’s bridle, a mask of shame…” Darwin rattled off idly. He tapped a finger against the metal bit against Tommy’s lips.

“If you can’t feel it yet, there’s another spike in here. I’m about to fasten this tight across your jaw, and if you don’t let it in, it’s going to puncture through your lips and cause you quite a bit more…discomfort. Open up for me, Tommy.”

Darwin’s hands cradled his face with a disturbing intimacy, stroking over his cheeks. His fingers found the hollows of his cheeks and pushed into them sharply, forcing his jaw open. A long metal spike followed by a thick metal bit pushed in, and he had to curl his tongue to keep it from skewering straight through. The metal bit held his jaw slightly open, but if he tried to speak, he would pierce his tongue.

The strap at his jaw was pulled sharply taut and secured. Darwin’s hands returned to his cheeks, stroking his face gently between the gaps of the mask.

(Don’t spiral. Just another - just ignore it - the pain is - how much -)

His best guards against the pain were failing, easily overwhelmed by this unfamiliar torture. A new hysteria was building deep inside of him, and he was starting to grow light-headed from his shallow panting around the gag.

Darwin’s lips were parted and he was panting a little too, his face so close, hungry eyes roving over Tommy’s own caged face. His thumbs tenderly stroked comforting circles over the apples of his cheeks, and Tommy felt a wetness there. (When did we start crying?) His eyes felt so heavy as they spilled over without relief.

Darwin closed the gap between them suddenly, pressing his lips intensely against the outside of the gag. Tommy tried to turn away from him, but Darwin’s gentle hands became restraints holding his head in place. He slowly kissed and tongued and licked the dark metal there, and Tommy couldn’t help the harsh whimpers escaping his opened mouth.

Darwin finally pulled away, his lips wet. A strong urge to wretch boiled in Tommy’s gut.

“You look so beautiful.”

His stomach lurched.

“I have one more piece for you,” Darwin murmured, mostly to himself.

Tears ran down the sides of his face, wetting the metal harness as it started to warm against his skin.

“But before that…can I take a picture?”

Tommy was confused for a moment until his brain finally caught up to the fact that Caius was still there, sitting off to the side and witnessing his agony with a look of profound boredom.

“Sure. I have a camera in my bag if you’d like me to take some nice ones for you. It doesn’t cost extra if you let us also use them for promotional materials.”

Darwin licked his lips. “Of course.”

Tommy let out a miserable moan of protest, with heavy tears of humiliation and pain dripping down his face and cooling uncomfortably at his neck.

Caius kept a calm demeanor of cool indifference while he circled Tommy, collecting photos with his camera. Tommy was only addressed with a sharp snapping of fingers, directing him to look one way or another. He could see a dark reflection of his face in the wide lens of the camera, and he closed his eyes with a sob.

Darwin emerged to be front and center again, holding one of the metal tools that Tommy had noticed when he entered. It was a crude, thin piece of metal, with two fork-like tines on each end. He held it up so Tommy could see it, and then playfully tapped one side of tines against his cheek.

“The heretic’s fork. It fits right in here,” Darwin offered, and slipped it into a leather buckle of the collar around his throat. Tommy tipped his head back to try to avoid it, but yelped when he felt one pronged end pushed shallowly into his neck behind his collar bones. This firmly locked the fork vertically against his throat, the tines on the opposite side baring threateningly against the soft flesh under his jaw.

“If you can keep your head up, this won’t hurt.”

With this last attachment, Tommy suddenly felt entirely overwhelmed with helplessness. He couldn't move an inch, couldn’t even breathe without disturbing the bed of thorns beneath him. His tongue was cramped in the back of his throat, and he was starting to drool around the gag. Lowering his head at all would impale him on the tines of the fork, driving it both into his jaw and into his sternum. He couldn’t think of a time he was held in such strict binding, and his brain was starting to short circuit with the horror of his situation.

Darwin seized this opportunity to lean in and press another kiss over his gag. Tommy whined impotently, hyper-aware of his inability to pull away.

Darwin stood back and took a long, shuddery breath of excitement. He ran his tongue over his lips.

“P-pictures, please,” he called breathily. Out of the corner of his eye, Thomas could see Caius toss his cellphone aside and get back up to take pictures.

Tommy stared at the ceiling, blinking tears of terror. He always hated the feeling of something stuck inside of him, the gnawing urge to pull it out only growing with the many barbs penetrating his skin. He thought his regular collar was bad enough. He could no longer see anything around him, and he had no idea where Darwin or Caius were in proximity to him. The anxiety made him tense, agitating his wounds.

“This doesn’t quite fit in with the others, but, well…we only have so much time. I think this will speed things up.”

He sounded close. There was a popping, crackling sound Tommy couldn’t quite place.

(How much time do we have? How long has it been? It felt like an hour, at least. Maybe. It always feels slower than it is.)

Something touched him, two dull points maybe an inch or two apart. Pressed to his diaphragm. He braced himself for it to puncture him, but for a long minute it just rested there. Darwin was breathing heavier. (Psyching himself-)

His body was on fire.

It almost felt like relaxing. He lost all control while a painful, hot tingling went through his body. He spasmed, shuddering violently until it stopped as suddenly as it had started.

He sagged back into his bindings, but the damage had been done. There were a thousand points on his body that throbbed in urgent pain. It was a full-body pain like he had never experienced before. It was terrifying not being able to look down at his body to see how bad it was - he felt like his skin must be shredded, vivid imaginings of his flayed corpse pinned to this throne.

A touch against his diaphragm, heavy breathing in front of him. Excited sounds from Darwin. He was lit up once more, for a longer time. He could feel himself tearing around the spikes. This time he was vaguely aware of the sound it pulled from his, a deep, guttural cry as the breath was knocked from his body. It was a unique sound he didn’t recognize as his own voice, but a deep wail of anguish. It felt entirely disconnected, like the sound was coming from the prod pushed to his stomach, not his body.

When it ended, his vision was swimming. Everything was black, gray, yellow, dancing shadows. He blinked a few times as he slowly started to come back to his senses.

This time, he noticed the foam in his throat. He coughed, and blood burned on his lips, long dried from the gag. He finally registered the taste of blood on his tongue, the pain in his mouth. His tongue had been speared on the spike inside of the gag. His brain couldn’t process where or how his tongue was pierced, but he drooled blood out the corner of his lips and struggled to swallow the rest pooling in his throat. He couldn’t identify an exact moment when, but the fork under his chin had been driven into his jaw, and judging by the burning pain in his chest, it was up to the hilt on bottom as well.

Darwin let him stew with the tip of his device pressed to his stomach again. Tommy sucked in a breath, his only chance at pulling away from it, but his movement was easily followed.

He writhed in his restraints as he was electrocuted again, spasming uncontrollably even as it tore him open. Everything was pain, every breath, his nose burned, his eyes rolled back into his head. It let up again and he shuddered to stillness. He could still feel the tingle, and he continued to twitch in spite of his best attempts. He dry wretched, blood in his throat, in his stomach, making him sick. The still room reeled around him.

“Next time…you can call me Arthur.”

It felt a bit like sweating, an intense sweating across the entire side of his body. As the blood trickled out underneath him, he was starting to feel very cold. The shocks left him feverish, and he felt quite sick, like when he had the flu and felt hot and cold at the same time. He hoarsely barked out sobs that wracked his body. Every surface he touched pooled blood, making his seat feel wet and tarry underneath him. He was limp in his restraints, his heavy head supported solely by the prongs driven into him.

He numbly felt a prodding against his naked torso, and unconsciousness took its mercy on him.

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luvsfootball · 6 months

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red is the colour - darwin nunez.

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request - hi! i've never requested anything before but could i request a darwin nunez fic? preferably something related to reader comforting/calming him down after his red card? it's okay if not, but i'm super excited you write for him bc it seems like most ppl don't 🥹🥹

author’s note - don’t be scared to request!! i’m happy you’ve requested and i hope you enjoy!! sorry it’s short, i’ve been really busy with college.

his moment of madness came as a great shock to you just as much as the fans. darwin was normally a calm guy, but something in him just snapped today.

you watched in horror as darwin headbutted the player and he went down, and darwin received an instant red card.

the other family member’s in the box were confused at what made him blow, and you apologised on his behalf before grabbing your daughter, leaving to go and check on him.

normally you weren’t allowed back here during a match, but jurgen klopp made an exception for you. he knew darwin needed someone right now.

“darwin?” you whispered, opening the door and popping your head around the corner. your daughter, isabela, padded over to darwin who scooped her in his arms immediately.

“i’m sorry,” he murmured, looking utterly defeated as he refused to make eye contact with you.

it wasn’t just the team he felt like he’d let down; he was sad for you. he knew you had taken the day off work to come and see the match and he’d gotten a red card.

“you don’t have to apologise to me.”

a groan left his mouth and he slammed his head against the locker, screwing his eyes shut. “i do. you took the day off work to come here and support me, and i can’t even play anymore.”

isabela looked up at her dad, putting both of her hands on one of his knees. she couldn’t talk yet but she could stand with a little bit of support.

“papa.”

darwin’s eyes shot open and you looked down at isabela. her smile was wide and she shared a toothy grin with you as she repeated her first word over and over.

“you’ve just made me the happiest papa ever.”

you joined darwin’s side, sitting next to him as you both cooed over your daughter and her first words.

even though darwin had gone through a really tough day, he was glad he had you two by his side here with him.

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findingnemosworld · 5 months

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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐮́𝐧̃𝐞𝐳

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( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦*𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐲𝐲𝐲!!!

Silence camps between them as they enter the hotel room, she placed her suitcase on the left side of the room whilst he placed his on the far right side, He turns to her with a rude look. " This wouldn’t have happened had you let me handle talking to the receptionist! "

" Talking? you were eye fucking her you damn horny creep " She groans, then added. " I swear you can’t go a day without wanting to bury your cock in some girl’s pussy "

" What can I say? the girls love me muñeca " He shrugs nonchalantly, a smug smile evident across his lips.

" No, no … you just think they do, they love the footballer who thinks he’s god’s gift to women when all he is, is a guy who just so happens to know how to roll a ball between his feet, nothing more, nothing less " She said.

" You know, instead of being so uptight — I can help you loosen up " He states with a smirk.

" Wouldn’t you like that? but you know what I’d rather cut off my right arm then have sex with you " She spat.

He chuckles, " That’s funny, you had no problem letting Trent flirt with you "

She rolls her eyes, " Oh here we go! " she murmured, it seemed like he had to comment on her close friendship with the football player, the pair hailed from the same area which allowed them to become closer.

" Don’t lie to me muñeca, you know damn well you’d rather have Trent here with you right now " He said, chuckling smugly. " I swear, it doesn’t take an idiot to see how it is with you two "

" And why are you so worked up about it huh? is your ego bruised because I’m not like every girl that falls down to her knees wanting to suck your dick " She laughs, " Just so you know … you won’t make it in life if you keep thinking like this "

He was about to respond when he noted how furious she seemed, so he opted not to — instead watching as she grabbed her change of clothing to go shower, " Don’t take up all the hot water "

She flipped him off before slamming the bathroom door behind her. He sighs softly, this wasn’t what he envisioned, not even in the slightest.

He didn’t necessarily hate her — if anything he liked her, he really liked her yet he couldn’t find it in him; it was so arduous to tell her as every time he was around her, he’d either end up behaving like a dumb teenager or worse, say the absolute wrong thing which resulted in her getting angry at him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, she stepped out, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, she shot him a glare then said. " There’s hot water if you’re going to shower "

He grabs his change of clothes then looks at her, " At least you didn’t yell at me " he chuckles.

She ignored his remark, busying herself with her laptop.

" Are you awake? "

Her brows knit in confusion, she turns to face him with a confused expression, the numbers 𝟒:𝟎𝟎𝐚𝐦 — glaring to cast a brief illumination in their hotel room, " What do you want? " she murmured, a ponderous sigh escapes her lips.

He rolls his eyes then whined, " I just want to talk amor, come on "

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his childish antics then responded with a sarcastic tone, " Oh lucky me! you, the mighty Darwin Núñez wants to talk to me "

" Why do you have to be so uptight? " He grunts.

" Maybe because you’re an insensitive, self centered prick " She retorted with an eye roll.

" I’m an insensitive prick, you’re the one who would brush me off every time I talk to you " He states, turning to face her. " You have no idea how difficult you are "

" I’m only an ‘uptight’ person because all you do is find new ways to annoy me, who broke the lights last week? you did … who spilt hot coffee all over my papers, you did … who thought it’d be a good idea to play a prank only for me to take four fucking weeks to remove the stench of paint from my office? you … it’s like you enjoyed seeing me suffer " She groans in frustration.

He sighs, " I … "

" You know what … " She interjects, sitting up. " I tried to understand you Darwin, I really did but every time it’s like you shut me out, I don’t get it … "

" I don’t … " He paused, " Yes I was a bit of a cocky prick "

" That’s an understatement " She chuckled dryly before adding. " Darwin, every time we talk or even try to, you either make a disgusting remark about my body, you act as if your god’s gift to women and you flirt with everything that has a pulse, the amount of female interns that came to me with tears because you string them on then leave them … "

A soft sigh escapes his lips, " I … I had no idea at all "

" Of course you didn’t all you do is think about yourself " She rolled her eyes.

" You know what, if you give me a chance … I can show you that I’m not as bad as you think I am " He whispers.

" As If, like I said I’d rather cut off my right arm then sleep with you Núñez " She said.

He sighs, " Fine then, you leave me no choice … " he tugs her in for a searing passionate kiss, his lips devouring hers entirely.

She’d tried to initially resist, only to end up melting in his embrace resulting in him smiling against her lips, he pulls back then whispers. " I told you … "

Before she can respond, he pins her down on the bed to press tantalizingly leisure kisses across the length of her shoulder, " Let me tell you muñeca, I’ve dreamt about this since the day I met you "

His words sent shivers down her spine, " What do you mean? " she whispers.

He lifts his head up, one hand grips her waist while the other rests on the side of her neck, he leans in to kiss her deeply then whisper softly, " I like you, I like you a lot … more than I can explain "

Her eyes widen, " Then why did you …? "

" I was an idiot muñeca, I was a complete idiot that couldn’t for the life of him tell you how he felt … " He chuckles shyly, " Please, tell me you feel the same way or at the very least you’re willing to let me make you happy amor "

She bites down on her lower lip, then tugs him in for a soft kiss that deepened immediately — his hands crawled underneath the shirt to caress her soft skin drawing out soft gasps from her lips, " Darwin " she whimpers.

He smiles then lifts his head up, " Sit up muñeca " he whispers.

She sits up then he followed suit, patting his lap for her to sit on — she giggled then settled on top of his lap, he pulls her in for a kiss before he tugged her shirt over her head, they exchange sweet kisses that grew heated as he gently tugged his boxers down to free his cock, her gaze flickers downwards and she subconsciously licks her lips.

" Sit up muñeca, want to feel you wrapped around my cock " He whispers.

She nods, pushing her panties to the side to allow him to tease her slick pussy with the tip of his cock before he pushed his the entire length of his cock inside of her — the pair releasing a unanimous gasp together, " Fuck " she whispers.

" Jesus muñeca, this is better than all the nights I ever imagined this " He murmurs softly, " Come on, bounce of my cock bebe "

She bites on her lower lip, settling in for a brief moment before she began to move up and down, their hips colliding with each thrust, the pair releasing soft breaths together, he tugs her in for a passionate kiss, " Keep moving bebe, I’m almost there "

" Me too " She moans, biting down on her lip as she threw her head back, " Oh fuck, I’m going to cum "

" Yeah, come on bebe … cum on my cock " He moans softly.

The knot in her lower abdomen explodes as they exchange one last kiss before he pulled her off of him, " Come here " he whispers as he sits on the edge of the bed, " Clean up the mess you made muñeca "

She smirks, shuffling close until she sat down on her knees, she wrapped her hand around the length of his cock while her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, she leisurely took him inch by her inch while she used her tongue to lick the prominent veins, drawing out strangled moans from him, his hands threads through her hair as she hopped her head up down, using her lips and tongue to coat his cock with her saliva.

" Oh muñeca, you’re so good at this … keep going, keep going … just like that, oh fuck " He moans, " Oh! … keep going, keep going, oh fuck "

Her movements shifted into a rapid pace, as he continued to release ponderous moans and groans, " Fuck, just like that … I’m almost there, I’m almost there … OH FUCK! "

His cock twitched before releasing warm ropes of arousal down her throat, she lapped up every drop until the very last — she pulls back and before she can utter a single word, he tugs her back up to kiss her softly, " I think you know what that means "

" What? " She giggles.

" You’re mine now " He smiles.

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What He's Thinking About

Word Count: 2,905

Pairing: soft!dom!Charles Xavier x mutant!fem!sub!Reader

Warning: Slight pain kink, fingering, choking, mirror sex, smut, professor kink, pet names, a little hair pulling

Summary: You get a little touchy and flirty during your training with Charles. While he does his best not to show his feelings or emotions, you can't help but to feel the lust growing in him.

A/N: This was meant to be a James McAvoy fic but my fingers just typed the first thing that flew in my mind and I carried on with it. Hope you guys enjoy it. Please send me requests. I'll do James McAvoy, Tom Hiddleston, and Matthew Gray Gubler. This goes for their characters also. Enjoy your day, evening, or night.

You woke up to your alarm clock, already exhausted before the day even truly began. It was 10 o'clock and you had thirty minutes exactly to get ready for training. You all were to work in pairs. Raven worked with Hank, Havok with Angel, Magneto worked with Darwin, and you with Charles. Once you were finally ready, you went outside in the yard as Charles had asked. "Good morning everyone. Today we will be working on your powers along with our usual workout routine. We will work one hour on our powers and another on physical workouts." Everyone understood, already leaving to their partners to practice with. You heard Charles' footsteps behind you and smiled as you were greeted with his pretty blue eyes.

"Which one would you like to do first?" Your eyes lingered on him a little too long and you tried to control your thoughts. You didn't want him to know about how much you you were obsessed with him. "Physical stuff." You lifted weights for a while then let Charles do it as well. You and Charles jogged some miles and then you fought. Charles was just as good as you since he started training more for it. His stamina had increased some and he was stronger. You blocked his attacks well and delivered a few hits in the process. He caught one of your fists and flipped you on the ground. He then pinned you down by your wrists. You became aroused and you felt that his emotions were the same. You reversed your place, now flipping him onto the ground. You slightly straddled him and smirked.

"You lose, Xavier." He chuckled underneath you. "I let you win. Your skills are pretty impressive though." You placed a kiss on his neck. "A token of gratitude from me to you," you said playfully. You saw his blue eyes darken for a split second but instantly turn back to their original color. You both did the training for your powers next but it had been kind of awkward from your last encounter. It was fresh in both of your minds but neither one of you would mention it to the other. You all went to your quarters after the two hours of training was completed. You showered and threw on your robe afterwards. You jumped into your bed, relaxing almost immediately.

You felt a strong sensation of lust and arousal. You tried to fight it off but you couldn't. You realized it wasn't coming from you and immediately knew that it was from Charles. You decided not to try and locate him but to talk to him through his mind. I can feel your attraction, Charles. What are you thinking about? Having sex with you. You felt your blood rush straight down and your cunt was instantly wet. Have I made you uncomfortable? His voice sounded worried and was filled with concern. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable or be upset with him for telling the truth. No, you just made me very turned on and happy that I'm not wearing underwear. His voice chuckled in your mind and you no longer heard his voice speak in your head. You heard a knock on your door.

"Y/N," he called out. You quickly opened the door and made sure it was locked as soon as he came in. He pinned you against the door and kissed you. The kiss was passionate, lust filled, and full of teeth and tongue. You bit his bottom lip and he moaned in return. He pulled on your hair and your fingers tangled through his as you let him dominate the kiss. He pulled back from you, a smile on his face. "I've wanted to do that for so long." You toyed with his shirt. "How long exactly?" He looked into space, putting thought into the question. "About five months now. I wanted to tell you but we were so busy with missions , saving the world, and finding mutants that I couldn't find the right time to." You kissed his cheek. "Well this certainly is a good time." You grabbed his hand and led him to your bed. You sat down, waiting to see what he would do.

He stripped himself of his clothing, creating a neat pile on the floor. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. His body was beautiful. His abs, muscles, and torso were all lean. His cock was long with just the right girth. It was neatly trimmed and the tip was pink. "So that's what you've been hiding under all of those layers of clothing," you said aloud. "Mhm, you like what you see?" You got off of the bed and walked towards him. "Like would be a large understatement." He touched the cloth of your robe and tugged at it gently. "May I?" "You may." He undid the tie of your robe and took it off of your body. Your robe dropped to the ground and you were fully naked in front of him. His eyes scanned your body for a little while and he licked his suddenly dry lips. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He picked you up and placed you on the bed.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Once I get started, I don't know if I can stop." "I'm very sure," you responded confidently. You were never more sure of anything in your life. He placed kisses on your neck and your collarbone, nibbling it also. You let out a soft moan. He read your mind to find your sweet spot and placed a hickey there. "Cheater," you breathed out quietly. Charles chuckled against your skin. "There are no rules to this. I am allowed to do what I please with you, aren't I?" He was taunting you. He knew he could have read your mind but he decided against it. He wanted you to say it. "Yes." He slid one of his fingers in your core. "Yes what?" "Yes, professor," you said breathily. He placed another finger in and curled them. "You're so wet. Tell me, did I do this to you?" "Yes." His fingers started to move in you. You moaned softly at the feeling of it.

His eyes were darker, just as they had been when you pinned him. He studied your reactions, a smirk on his face. "I need you to look at me." You did as he asked, a moan slipping past your lips as soon as you did it. The sight was so erotic and explicit. This beautiful man was moving his fingers in and out of you and looking into your eyes as he did it. "Professor," you moaned out. "I love those noises you make. It drives me insane." His fingers went deeper, touching that spot no one could ever reach inside you. "Charles, mm, fuck." His fingers went faster. "Yes, sweetheart?" A string of moans came out of your mouth as you felt that knot in your stomach. "I'm cl-close." "Let it go then. Cum for me." A large moan tore from your lungs and your essence gushed out. He took his fingers from you and licked them clean.

"You probably just alerted half of the team," he whispered. "Your fault you're so good." He giggled at that. "Honestly, you'd be surprised at how much that turned me on." He took your hand in his and let you touch his hard cock. You could feel the veins and you collected the pre cum from the tip. You sucked it off your fingers and looked up at him. "Mm, professor you taste so good." He lightly choked you then nibbled your earlobe. He lifted you up and carried you. He grabbed the key to your room before closing your door. "Charles, where are we going?" "Somewhere with more space." He continued walking throughout different halls. "What if someone sees us?" "They can't. I'm controlling it." Your legs were wrapped tightly on his waist and your arms were around his neck. "Why do we need more space?" "You'll see." By the smirk that was on his face, you knew it would be something fun and exciting but you didn't know what.

You could feel that his emotions were alike to yours, arousal and excitement. He walked into his library and you looked at him confused. He read your mind. Not in the library, no. That's for another day. You looked at him surprised, now wondering what day it was for. "You mean this isn't a one time thing?" He frowned at your question. "Of course not. I love you and I want a relationship with you forever. I don't plan on just fucking you then leaving." You looked into his eyes. "I love you too, Charles. I mean, I really do. But, when are we going to you know in the library." He chuckled at you then kissed you. The kiss was tender and loving. His tongue slipped in your mouth and it wasn't a fight for control, just a loving expression. "Mm, it's a surprise." He continued carrying you. You both were at the back of the library when he unlocked a door. He closed it behind him and smiled. "This is the room," he stated.

There was a large couch in the room as well as a carpeted floor. It was a mirror room but not like at carnivals. It only consisted of five mirrors. There was a mirror for each side of the couch. One in the front, one in the back, one on the left, and one on the right. The other mirror was on the ceiling above the couch and it was the same size of it. "How many people have you brought here, Charles?" "Only you." He placed your body on the couch and smiled. He went to a drawer that was also in the room and pulled out two condoms. He walked over to you and placed one on the side of the couch. "Are you ready?" "Yes." He slipped the condom on his length and got on top of you. He slipped inside of you and the both of you moaned at the feeling. "I want you either looking at me or into a mirror." You did as he asked and looked into the ceiling mirror. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

He started at a medium pace, making sure his thrusts were sharp and deep. He placed a few hickies on your neck, making you moan a bit louder. You scratched his back and groans spilled from his mouth. "Fuck, Y/N." His eyes were on your face. You liked that you could see his back muscles in the ceiling mirror and it kind of turned you on. He hit your g spot repeatedly and your back arched from the couch. Scratch marks were developing on his back as he continued fucking into you. Your toes curled as he went faster. "Mm, professor, yes." He let out more moans, grunts, and groans at the sound of your voice. He placed your legs on his shoulders and went at a faster pace. You could feel him in your stomach and you loved the angle. You saw stars and your eyes were starting to tear from the pleasure. "You look so beautiful like this, taking my cock so well." "Mm, Charles. I'm," you started. He went impossibly faster. "I know, sweetheart. Go ahead and let go for me. Just let go." He punctuated his thrusts for his last sentence and he covered your mouth.

Your muffled moans were music to his ears and you felt his cock twitch. His voice let out guttural moans and it was now rugged. His cum shot out from his cock and he removed the condom. He grabbed the other one and slipped it on himself once again then turned to you. He looked into the mirror at his back and sighed. "Damn, you really enjoyed it." Your face was flushed as you nodded your head. "Couldn't help myself." He walked over to you again but didn't get on top of you. "I want you to ride me, okay?" You got up and let him lay on the couch. He looked so gorgeous. His hair was messy and slightly damp from sweat. His face was red and flushed almost like yours. His eyes were still that darker blue. You lowered onto him and let out moans at the feeling of his cock. You started a slow pace and he followed the rhythm that you set. You opted to look at him instead of the mirror. You were met with his blue eyes looking at you. You placed hickies on his neck, enjoying his moans that he let out. He made it obvious that he was still in charge although he was underneath you.

His nails dug into your hips as you bounced on him at a faster pace. He removed his hands from you and started to twirl your nipples. More moans spilled from your mouth. Your nails raked along his chest and he let out a long moan. "Mm, Charles, mmm." His hands were back on your hips, keeping you from losing your balance. You were slowly approaching your high and you decided to lose yourself all the way. You went as fast as you could and you felt Charles rutting into you. "Fuck, you're so good," he breathed out. His hand wrapped around your neck and he applied a little bit of pressure. You continued and your body jolted. "Who do you belong to?" You moaned out. "You, professor, mm." He hugged your body and pulled you closer to him. "You belong to who?" He bucked into you faster and you bit his shoulder. "Charles Xavier, mmm ugh." Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and he sat up. "Cum with me, sweetheart." You bit into his shoulder as you came and he followed suit. You crawled off of him, whimpering at the loss of contact.

He got off of the couch and threw away the used condoms. He then sighed as he saw your tired body and the mess you made on the couch. He lifted you up and your legs wrapped around him. "Was that fun for you?" "Mhm," you responded. "I think you like pain, Charles." He walked out of the room and into the library, already creating his illusion. "I do but only when it's from you." He walked into the hallway. "So I'm your special girl?" "Most definitely, and no one else." You smiled to yourself at the statement. "What will we tell the others?" "I guess that we are now dating and in a relationship. It really isn't that complicated," he responded. "Where do you want to go." You thought for a second. "Can we go to the beach or something?" "I have just the spot in mind." He carried you through the halls until he met your door. He unlocked it then opened it.

He placed your body on your bed and came back with a wet cloth to clean you. He then cleaned himself and smiled as he looked at you. He placed the key to the mirror room on your dresser. "This is the key to the mirror room for whenever you want to go there again and I will give it to you as soon as I clean the couch." He placed a kiss on your forehead and collected his clothes from your bedroom floor. "Okay, but please come back after you're done. You are my boyfriend now, remember?" "Yes, and I'm never forgetting. I'll be back. I promise." After a few minutes, you were met with a knock on your door again. "Charles, is that you," you responded. You heard a small pause and you concentrated on using your power. Whoever was outside of the door felt surprised and confused. "No, I'm just here to tell you that dinner's ready," Raven said. "Not to intrude, but do you and Charles have something going on?" You sighed at the question.

You walked to the door and cracked it open just so she could see your face. "I'm not supposed to tell you this until tomorrow but me and him are dating now." She quietly giggled. "So you two are a thing?" You rolled your eyes at the statement. "Gosh, we sound like middle schoolers. Yes, we're together and please don't tell anyone. I don't want him upset." She smiled at you. "I won't. See you at dinner." "You too." You shut the door and went through your drawers for clothing. You heard a knock on your door and sighed. "Yes?" "Can I come in?" You heard Charles' voice and you opened the door for him. "What happened?"

This time he had clothes on and he closed the door behind him. He placed the key to the mirror room on your dresser and sat on the bed. "Raven came to tell me that dinner's ready and she wants us to go." He sighed at your statement. "Okay, dinner then we go to the special place I wanted to show you." You kissed him briefly and smiled. "Sounds like a deal." The plan followed out smoothly and once your relationship was announced, everyone was supportive and congratulated you. You were happy to have Charles and he was happy to have you.

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