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TERRIBLE, BUT GREAT - CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
SUMMARY:
âHarry Potter.â The cold burrowed into his flesh, the scent of cloying death and molding earth clogged his senses.
âThe Boy Who Lived.â
A strange sense of loss and disappointment rose within him. That brilliant, yet cruel boy couldâve been so much more if heâd not stepped down this bloodied path.
Terrible, but great. He pitied this creature.
âCome to die.â
Harry Potter faced the flash of green light with the bravery of a Gryffindor and the broken heart of a Hufflepuff.
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When Death gives Harry a third option, one that can save everyone he ever cared about, he takes it unflinchingly. Even when that means doing the impossible: falling in love with the enemy, Tom Riddle.
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FORTY-TWO EXCERPT:
Harry giggled. âHello there, Hubert,â he said, stroking Hubertâs muzzle. The beast purred, low and deep. âBeen enjoying yourself in the Forbidden Forest?â
Hubert shook himself again and let out a low humming warble. He swayed back and forth, his bones clacking together. Those glowing red eyes settled onto Tom and he sent a snuff of hot air. The beast nuzzled him gently. Tom relented and gave him a few pats on the snout.
âSo long as you donât try to sit on me again, weâll get along just fine, you great beast.â
Hubert chuffed.
âI wonder why the magic hasnât left him,â said Harry, still petting the dragonâs muzzle. âShouldnât something like this go away eventually? Itâs been two months now.â
Tom frowned. His usual dislike for the beast twisted into intrigue and he took a good look at the creature. Heâd been too busy being annoyed to really focus on just how remarkable it was that he was even alive. Technically. He really oughtnât be alive considering he had no organs, no blood, no nerves, and no flesh.
âUsually, transfiguration spells and enchantments do wear off,â said Tom, studying Hubert for a long minute. âOnly powerful wizards and witches can create something that is sustained throughout their lives. However, it always disappears upon their death.â
Harry slowly nodded, eyes clouding over.
âSince weâre both alive and he was animated by our combined magic, itâs likely heâll always be sustained by magic until we bothâŠâ
Tom trailed off, his lips pursing together. Something inside of him rebelled at the thought of either of them dying. It felt taboo to speak its inevitability out loud, as if he were invoking something better left untouched. Birth and death came to all living persons equally, no matter oneâs station in life.
But the idea of Harry dying gripped him by the lungs, stole his breath, with its terrifying possibility.
âMy mom once transformed a petal from a lily into a fish,â said Harry softly. âBut when she died⊠the fish disappeared.â
The unreasonable fear pricked at Tomâs heart.
Hubert let out a low, mourning tone. He butted his snout against Harryâs side. His smile softened; Harry patted the dragon a few more times.
What beautiful magic would disappear from this world if Harry suddenly wasnât at Tomâs side?Â
How deeply would he feel the void?
Ridiculous. He had plans to avoid such a future. Tomâs hand flew to his collarbone; he pressed down, feeling the weight of the locket against his skin. Perhaps⊠Harry would agree to join him in that future, despite the dark magic the ritual would entail. It was a price worth paying if it meant they could always be at each otherâs sides, right? Tom let out a low sigh and the fears faded from his racing heart. Maybe one day heâd broach the topic of horcruxes with Harry.
Hubert grew restless and distracted, his attention turning back to the forest. His large head tilted to the side, as if listening for something. He let out a deeper chuff and shifted his stance.
âYou want to go back already?â
Hubert dipped his head, shifting back and forth on his hind legs again. Harry threw his arms around his muzzle, giving him another pat, before backing away a couple of paces.
âBye, Hubert!â said Harry, waving at him. âSee ya later!â
Tom forgot, much too late, that standing so close to a dragon lifting off would be an issue. The beast spread his wings and crouched. It bolted into the air with an enormous gust of wind, once more knocking the pair of them off their feet.
With a cry of surprise from Harry and an annoyed grunt from Tom, they fell to the ground tangled together. Tom landed hard onto his back with Harry landing on top of his chest, his hands slamming down at the sides of Tomâs shoulders. The weight of Harry bore down; a leg nestled between Tomâs thighs. Cold, wet snow frosted his back, yet the heat of him on top of Tom burned it all away. Harryâs chest heaved with each shaky breath and pressed against Tom with each exhale.
Those green eyes pinned Tom down. For a half a beat, they stared at each other, frozen in place.
Until Tomâs body reacted.
To his horror.
Oh, the betrayal. He knew what it meant. Understood. Oh, god. It wasnât like he hadn't woken up to this before; it happened on the rare occasion, just like any other boy his age. But it never reacted to another person. Shit. The blood drained so fast from his face, Tom almost grew faint where he lay in the snow, almost swooned there on the ground as he lost all breath. No. Goddammit! How dare his trousers tent with this betrayal.Â
And the worst part of all?
Harryâs eyes widened.
He knowsâŠ
HE KNOWS!
#harry potter#tom riddle#tomarry#hp#fanfiction#fanfic#harrymort#hp fanfic#soulseeker#harry potter/tom riddle#mywriting#isa's writing#terrible but great
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Here's the thing about Via's reaction to Stolas:
Via doesn't know the full picture. We, the audience, do. It's called Dramatic Irony. It's used to tell a narrative that the viewers know something the character does not and in the process of story telling, the character will eventually find out on their own. This kinda gets a lil long.
If you look at it, Via thought her parents were in a loving relationship, hence, why else would they have a child and all those family photos on the walls? She doesn't know that she is a precautionary heir because no one told her. We heard from Paimon that Stolas was to marry Stella for that sole reason and we heard Stolas say it about Via when confronted by Stella when she berated and hit him on his balcony.
But, that illusion of family was first shattered when Stella refused to comfort her own daughter when Via had a nightmare. Stella further doesn't care about her daughter when she talked about how she birthed her, "an egg falling out of her." Jeez, what a way to show you care about your kid. We only see Stolas take care of her, while her mother is usually annoyed at Stolas, seen fighting directly in front of Via, plotting assassination, and even rubbed it in Via's face that she can't interact with Stolas anymore. Not once has this woman shown any genuine concern for Via and even then, when Stella hugged her during Stolas' trial, it was for her own selfish gain. Alternatively, to Via, it looked like Stella was finally warming up to her and for once tried to comfort her daughter during a very serious moment in her life. Stella hugging her was the validation that Via needed that a parent still loved her, even if meant that person was Stella.
A younger Via became rightfully attached to the sole parent taking care of her. And when the parent that she loved and trusted, decided to cheat on her neglectful mom? Via became worried about being abandoned and for good reason too. Although when she confronted Stolas the first time at Loo Loo Land, Stolas didn't have the words to explain why he did what he did to Via. Even the second time around, he couldn't get the chance to tell her about his desires that we the audience already know and that Via is still stuck in the dark, despite only knowing that her dad chose Blitz over their family. Her refusal to hear him out is not her being "a dumb teenager" for plot, but rather the times that her father couldn't sit her down and talk about the reasons for his infidelity. The pills were the last and final confirmation that validated her feelings that her parents truly did not love each other and by extension, her.
She is seen as an obligation because that's what all she saw growing up from one parent to the other. To Stolas, his destiny was decided for him and when he got a taste of autonomy, the desires he so desperately wanted while in a relationship, he took the chance. Yet, he also only saw Via as his saving grace in the marriage. I believe he truly does care for Via and he wants both things, but unfortunately to Via, he's selfish and for the wrong reasons. And without Via knowing the deeper meanings as to why he loves and wants Blitz, she is creating a deeper wedge to spare herself from more disappointment and heartbreak.
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What's your response to people saying Sasuke viewing Team 7 as his family is âunrealisticâ because they only knew each other for a few months?
Ouuu Iâm sorry this is such a late response, I was drafting it out and I totally forgot to finish it!
Figuring out the timeline of Naruto is HELL, but from what I gather, Sasuke was a part of Team 7 for about a year. For plot purposes, we donât really see how Team 7 bonds, but we know they basically meet up / train / go on missions every day. During the Wave arc, Kakashi gives the whole âabandoning your teammates makes you worse than scumâ speech to a group of impressionable 12 year olds. Not only that, heâs been drilling the idea of teamwork since the very first meeting. On top of all that, itâs established at the academy that itâs essential for teams to gel if they want to survive on the field (the team becomes your second family, wink wink.)
Considering all of that, no I donât think itâs unrealistic to believe that Sasuke begins to cherish Team 7 (something that is CANONICALLY proven, and Iâll prove it after this.) His time with his team provides structure, routine, and an escape from his relentless thoughts abt revenge (and if thereâs one thing I know, kids need routine and structure, even if regrettably, that comes from being a fucking child soldier.) Team 7 becomes Sasukeâs support system. Iâm not pulling this out of my ass btw - after seeing Itachi again, Sasuke himself acknowledges that because he spent so much time being with his team, he forgot abt his revenge (for clarification cos Iâm too lazy to find the manga page, this is when Kisame and Itachi come after Naruto while heâs training w Jiraiya.)
During the invasion arc / Narutoâs fight against Gaara, Sasuke calls Naruto and Sakura his âprecious comrades.â (Even without the words, if you read the manga, itâs clear from Sasukeâs body language that he cares about/is very protective over his team.) When Kakashi is trying to convince Sasuke to forget about his revenge, Naruto and Sakura are the people he thinks about.
Somewhere between the formation of Team 7 and Sasukeâs defection, Naruto and Sakura have become important people to Sasuke, so much so that the thought of leaving them behind almost convinces him to stay (but of course, in the end, his hatred for Itachi and need for revenge wins over.)
Iâve seen the criticisms and Iâll admit that the execution of Team 7 as a family is not as strong as it couldâve been. But I do think that if you read the manga, you can see Kishimotoâs efforts. And canonically, Sasuke cares deeply about Naruto and Sakura, and anyone who tries to argue against that is wrong đ€·đ»ââïž
#i always see people say shit like omg nrt and skra donât rly care abt ssk cos they never actually supported him#like letâs get something straight#nrt and skra supported ssk killing itachi even if they didnât understand it#what they didnât support was ssk going off w orochimaruâs psycho ass and being consumed by his hatred#iâm gonna touch on skra and sskâs relationship specifically bc i feel like nrt & sskâs is strong on its own#but as much as the fandom shits on skraâs crush on ssk thereâs something v innocent/protective abt skraâs love for him#lemme explain: after ssk gets the curse mark skra threatens to tell kakashi abt it. ssk lashes out at her#skra continues to express her concern abt ssk and the way his hatred/desire for revenge is consuming him#when she confronts him before he leaves the village she tells him that getting revenge wonât lead to happiness#this is basically the same discussion kakashi had with sasuke earlier that day#all skra rly wants for ssk is for him to be happy#is that naive? yes probably. but i donât think her crush on him was as superficial as people make it out to be#let me remind yâall that skra was one of the first people that saw firsthand what the curse mark did to ssk#all she wanted was for him not to fall deeper into that darkness#team 7 has always been compassionate to ssk. they just didnât want to see him destroyed by his hatred.#which is essentially what almost happens to him in shippuden#I can keep going but for the sake of readability i wonât#team 7#pro team 7#dai nana han#ask#thanks for the ask!
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Gojo getting jealous of your attraction towards actor! Choso
The two of you laid together on the couch. His chest pressed into your back as you snuggled under a thick white blanket. A pack of gummy bears in your hand as a smile graced your face when Rin, played by your favorite actor Choso appeared on the screen.
Gojo raised a brow, his brow raising while his chin still rested on your head, looking down at your curled lips in question. âWhat are you smiling so hard about?â he chuckled.
âOh nothing, Choso Kamo is just one of the hottest men ever created.â You sighed, biting down on the chewy snack while Gojo sat up behind you.
âWhat did you just say?â he scoffed. Offense clear on his features as he eyed the man on your screen.
âChoso Kamo is one of the most attractive men ever? I mean.. have you seen the guy.â You replied with a giggle like it was the most obvious thing in the world, Gojoâs eye twitching lightly as his jaw clenched. âIs that so?â
âMhm, heâs just so.. perfect. Itâs a shame heâs married.â You rambled enthusiastically, eyes fixated on a man who wasnât your boyfriend. âNot as perfect as you baby but you get what i mean.â Pressing a short kiss to his cheek before focusing your attention back onto the show.
Your attention was pulled away when Gojo roughly turned you onto your back, his knees on either side of your hips as he straddled you. His hand coming up around your neck with the tilt of his head followed by a dark grin. âSo youâre attracted to other men now?â
You whimpered when his grip tightened, âHave all this to yourself yet youâre smiling over some guy on your screen.â He laughed to himself, leaning down so that his lips ghosted over your ear. His breath hot on your skin as he whispered. âLet me show you what these dumb actors you like could never do, i mean.. not like youâd ever meet him anyway.â
Hurriedly stripping you out of your clothes, âHow they could never make you feel.â
You shuddered when Gojo ran his fingers between your already wet folds, running them along your slit before circling them around your clit. Your back arched as you moaned softly. âSee that? Barely even touched you and youâre already soaked fâme. Pussy knows who she belongs too.â
Dipping his finger into you with a smirk. âCan this Kamo guy physically touch you like this?â You moaned once more, Gojoâs tongue running up your neck and over your ear. âEven if you got to meet him baby, no one could take you away from me.â He breathed.
Large hands on your waist flipping you onto him. Sitting up with you on his lap facing the still playing show. Sinking you down on his cock with one arm around your hips while the other snaked around your neck.
You mewled as you felt his cock pierce deeper and deeper, your ass flush onto his thighs with your head falling back onto his shoulders. âSatoruu.â
Gojo groaned, fucking up roughly into you as you moaned adorably. Thick cock hammering up into your g spot as you cried out loudly. Your stomach tightening with heat as your pussy spasmed, breathing speeding up with a string of loud mewls when Gojo quickened his pace.
âSatoruuâ fuck,â you clenched down on him, lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filling your ears along with the sticky squelch of your sopping pussy on his thighs. Gojo grinned as he forced you to look up at the screen. âFucking look at him. This is who ya want over me? Someone who doesnât even want ya?â he gritted, not giving you a chance to answer before he continued, âWell guess what baby, iâm the only one who could fuck you this good regardless. So even if you did meet him, you bet your ass youâd come running back to me.â
You moaned shakily, wanting to tell him that he was right. Choso was just a stupid actor crush, which meant he had nothing to be worried about. But he was fucking into you so good, so deep, thrusts mean and quick to bully your tight pussy open. Stretching you out to take all of him.
Gojo grunted deeply, letting out a low curse as your pussy messily drenching his thighs. âIâm the only one whoâll ever get to see this messy pussy.â His slender fingers rubbing harsh circles onto your sensitive clit, pulling a loud cry past your lips at the increased stimulation.
âSatoruuâ nngh, âm cumming,â you cried with a whimper, your toes curling with the violent shake of your body as your head grew foggy. Gojo never slowing the movement of his hips as he fucked through the clear streams leaking out of your pretty pussy.
âYeah baby? Gonâ cum for me? Or to the sight of that fucker in front of you?â he growled out, choking you even harder as he neared his release.
You let out a choked mewl, âYou. Gonna cum fâ you.â Your chest rising and falling as your eyes got watery, your nails digging into his arms as you were brought closer to your orgasm.
âSure about that?â
âMhm- you, just you. Choso⊠nnghâ Choso doesnât come close,â your eyes closing as your back arched, feeling yourself at the edge of letting go. âOh f-fuckkâ youâre the one f-fucking me so good. The only one i need.â you added on with another tearful cry.
âThere ya go, thatâs a good fucking girl- speaking my language now. Go on baby, cum fâ me.â Watching as you fell apart on his cock with his name heavy on the tip of your tongue. Your legs trembling as your orgasm raked through your body, vision blurred as you squirted with a short scream.
Gojo whistled, âKnow for sure that no one else can make ya do that.â His thrusts getting sloppy before he was burying himself inside you with a moan of his own, cock twitching as he began to pump you full of his cum. âFuck baby, pussyâs so damn tight. The only one who can breed ya full is me.â Stilling his movements completely as spurts of the sticky substance spilled into you. âNow would you look at that.â
Your eyes peeled open to a close up shot of Rin staring sadly into the distance. The image slowly zooming in closer and closer to his face. Gojo laughed loudly, âSeems like someoneâs not too happy with what he sees.â He joked, his palm randomly landing onto your puffy cunt to see you jerk with a whine. ââS too bad for you that heâs not here to do something about it.â
You rolled your eyes tiredly with a small smile. Gojo Satoru was truly a strange man.
#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojo x reader smut#gojo satoru#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader smut#satoru gojo#divider by fairytopea
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Pivotal moments for Caitlyn Kirraman
**Spoilers for all of Arcane**
Much Like Vi I wanted to do a run-down of the moments for Caitlyn's character I see as showing us who she is/having the biggest impact for her character. As always I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read these as well all celebrate these amazing characters and story. I feel Caitlyn's arc was massively under-appreciated in season 2 by the fandom and hope this lends itself to backing that up.
*Side Note- I'm doing these in order in her life not necessarily how we see them in the show*
Helping Jayce:
We are not granted a lot of time with young Caitlyn when compared to say, Vi or Jinx, which makes sense of course given the focus of the story. However, what we are given perfectly demonstrate the bedrock of who we come to know. She is shown as bright and curious and eager, helping him carry supplies to the lab. She is also shown even at a young age standing up for Jayce to her parents, sitting out in the rain to speak with him, and as shown above, identifying herself as a misfit. Now on the surface its easy to say she falls into the "rich kid who doesn't belong" trope. But as we come to know her she is truly so much more than that.
Who Do You Shoot For?:
Building on Caitlyn's compassion and defiance in the face of the system she is born into, we have her shooting competition with Grayson. First of all we just get a glimpse into the tough, skilled marksman she will become. But going deeper, we have her interaction with Grayson at the party. Once again she demonstrates that ever-so-polite defiance, humorously confronting the sheriff of Piltover for letting her win. But its their conversation after that's important. The sheriff tells her being skilled with her rife means protecting people, and Caitlyn must decide who she is shooting for. I would liken this to Vi's lessons with Vander. Because while we see Caitlyn go through so much pain and darkness, ultimately when she finds her way back who is she? A leader will go toe-to-toe with anyone for those she wants to protect. For those she shoots for.
The Airship incident:
This our first real moment with Caitlyn as a character and it tells us several important things about her. Leading up to it, we learn her parents disapprove of her being an enforcer, and manipulated her posting to keep her close by for which she is resentful. This is not surprising, as we come to learn her genuine drive to help and make a difference. She goes to investigate the airship alone. We see her detective's mind at work for the first time, playing out the incident. We then see her interaction with a massive, tattooed undercity criminal who is wounded. She is kind, gentle and respectful despite her role as an enforcer. Furthermore, when Marcus confronts her, he says she's interfering AGAIN. Caitlyn may be naĂŻve and sheltered when we meet her, but she is not PLAYING at being an enforcer. She wants to help, and is actively trying to figure out what's going on in the undercity, apparently long before she even meets Vi.
The Hexgem theft:
This marks Caitlyn's first interaction with Jinx, which could not be more important to her Arc. Her very first impression of the woman she could never have known would impact her life so greatly, is a manic terrorist who lights a building on fire and fakes that a child is trapped inside before setting off bombs that kill multiple of Caitlyn's peers. Also of note, although not unexpected with what we have seen from her so far is that she rushes in to help and is the first one to notice the danger despite being a rookie enforcer.
Meeting Vi:
Meeting and freeing Vi is Caitlyn first step into the wider world around her and has immeasurable impact on her character. Her love story with Vi aside (I love it to, its just I could write pages on them alone and I am trying to cover all of her arc in this post haha) we also see her head strong, determined nature in this moment. Remember, she has already been reprimanded for unauthorized investigations into Silco and the undercity. We have been told she has a history of this. When Jayce goes to see her after the explosion she is still investigating, and now she fakes Jayce's authorization to free a woman she doesn't know in order to chase her lead. SHE. WILL. NOT. QUIT. Sound like she may be a good fit for a certain head strong boxer who lacks patience but is always honest? Anyway, the other thing we see here that is a small moment and not unexpected given what we have seen from her, is her disgust and discomfort over how the prison has treated Vi.
Saving Vi Part 1:
Vi is almost certainly about to be killed when Caitlyn intervenes. She accurately strikes Sevika multiple times with her rifle and is controlled and calm. At a first glance her accuracy and skill are plenty commendable. She hits the same spot with accuracy, lands with clear athleticism to join Vi, is calm, collected, confidant and restrained enough not to Kill Sevika. As soon as the threat is passed she tends to her wounded ally. Now here's the thing. I didn't do a bullet point for it, but consider Caitlyn's behavior following Vi down into the lanes. Part of it is of course that it was unfamiliar and shocking when vi took off, and Caitlyn just wasn't used to that sort of thing. But she was kind of adorably clumsy and unsure. She never really moves with confidence and strength, until of course she pulls our a rifle and starts blasting a woman who just stabbed her new friend with pint point accuracy three times. The moment someone's life is at risk Caitlyn shows us this entirely new side of herself. Perhaps the side of her that will someday lead the front lines in the battle of Piltover?
Saving Vi part two:
n Caitlyn's continuing efforts to save Vi we delve deeper into what we have already seen from her. At the very basic level, she barely knows Vi. Yes of course we are seeing the beginnings of their feelings for each-other. But that aside she is a young woman in her early twenties. She has followed this woman she barely knows into this very dangerous place, saved her from being killed, followed her even deeper while caring for her, and now she follows a shimmer mutated Huck to the "Doctor" to save Vi. I went to Netflix and counted while writing this. It takes no more than ten seconds for her to surrender her prized rifle that is likely custom made for her and she clearly loves, all to save Vi's life. She then hugs the grotesquely mutated Huck out of gratitude after being kind to him, and showing him respect for his help. She does not shy away, is not disgusted. And in fact she lunges for the hug. This ties to her conversation with Vi during this ordeal before she gives up her rifle. In which she is speaking on her belief that Zaunites and Topsiders are all just people. She does not see them as different.
The Firelights:
To me this is a massively important point for Caitlyn for a few reasons.
Caitlyn & Vi: They start off bickering. Blaming each other for what they have played close to the vest. But as soon as Vi is taken away what does Caitlyn do? She is concerned and afraid for her. And when she sees Ekko she demands Vi be released and offers herself instead.
in General: She speaks to her desire to see an end to the killing. Its clear she hasn't known how bad things actually are with the enforcers and the undercity, and is understandably resistant at first. But after only a few moments, she acknowledges Ekko would be within his rights to keep the gemstone but "The Cycle of Violence Will Never Stop" (sound familiar?). She quickly agrees to let Ekko be the one to give the stone to the council, still believing in peace and trying to play a part in making it happen.
**Side note: I didn't do a whole point on it because it's really about Vi and Jinx. But we need to make note that before this Caitlyn has her second interaction with Jinx in which Jinx shows herself to be paranoid, unstable and violent**
The Bridge:
The attack on the bridge is immensely impactful on Caitlyn's character and what I like to think of as the true beginning of Caitlyn's destabilization, leading to her descent into the dark. Thus far, we have watched this extraordinary young woman weather some truly insane events when you consider the life she has lead until now. Even still, she has remained poised, brave, respectful and open. Of course she has heard talk about brutality of her people toward the undercity. She has admitted it was wrong and wants to see things made right. But that is very different than the highest member of her organization shooting her new friend in the chest and getting ready to kill her. Its a sudden and violent in-the-moment thrusting of reality upon her that she has no choice but to believe. Furthermore, we mark her next interaction with Jinx, who has now almost killed her a third time, as well as almost killing Vi and they believe having killed Ekko and who knows how many enforcers.
Testifying To The Council:
So I know I am repeating myself some here. But that is intentional. The show is driving home for us that Caitlyn is truly a good person. Everything she has been through up until now with Vi is intense, scary, and destabilizing. She and Vi have very real feelings for each other and we end this section with very sad moment in which it seems hopeless for them. But its leading up to that I want to discuss. Caitlyn stands before the council of Piltover. The richest and most powerful people in her immediate world. With her mother on the council it feels reasonable to assume she knows these people. They probably have watched her grow up. And yet in her early twenties after earning the knowledge the hard way what does she do? She stands before them and calls them out for their failures. Including herself in that. She takes a stand against the neglect by Piltover that made the people of the undercity vulnerable to dangerous criminals. She commends Vi for putting herself at risk in helping Caitlyn, and never throws Vi under the bus as Jinx's older sister. And when Vi gets upset and leaves Caitlyn tries to get her to stay still insisting their must be a way.
Abduction From Home/Dinner Party:
In her next interaction with Jinx, Caitlyn is taken from the safety of her own home, and held hostage until Jinx initiates her dinner party with Vi. The events of the dinner party set the stage for the next chapter of the story dramatically affecting every character we meet, and Caitlyn is no exception. As this is the end of season 1, a brief refresher of who we have come to know up until this point is in order:
Clever, bright and loyal young girl who will defy convention to stand up for those she loves
Tenacious and dedicated teenage girl who doesn't want to earn her victories and is pondering things like who she is shooting for
Dedicated rookie enforcer who will not be deterred from investigating wrong doing and corruption no matter the cost
Open minded and trusting young woman in her early twenties who saves someone she barely knows life, even at the cost of her prized weapon and her own safety multiple times
Displays her desire to see peace with the undercity multiple times and verbally equates the undercity and topsiders in terms of humanity going against the classist behavior of characters like Marcus for example.
Treats Vi with tenderness, loyalty and trust even before they really get to know each-other.
Now. The reason I ran that down again is because THAT young woman in her early twenties is the person you see in the GIF above you. Jinx has now tried to kill her repeatedly. Killed her fellow enforcers. Tried to kill the woman she is having feelings for, even though that woman is her sister. Has abducted her from her bathroom naked, and now has her here. She looks utterly and completely terrified and I don't blame her. And to top it all off, after hesitating to take a shot at Jinx due to her feelings for Vi, Caitlyn is knocked out violently and THEN HAS TO WATCH JINX KILL HER MOTHER.
RETURN TO PILTOVER:
Caitlyn and Vi return to the upper city in the wake of immense tragedy and we see Caitlyn trying to hold it all together. Her whole world has gone black & White except for Violet(s). She is trying so hard to keep it together but already we can see the cracks forming. Even with all that has happened she maintains her testimony of Jinx being the only issue which is instrumental in preventing more violent Piltover retaliation. But we must also recognize her (totally understandable just jarring) desire to end Jinx's laugh forever, Mel's comments to Jayce regarding Caitlyn hiding it well but being in "So Much Pain", and Caitlyn asking Vi to put on the uniform of an Enforcer, when she knows Vi's history. Caitlyn is suffering and trying to hard to hold things together.
The Memorial Attack:
Caitlyn is drowning in grief. Her relationship with Vi is tenuous. She is expected to rise to meet her mothers role in city. She is holding on for dear life to her ideals and perceptions of reality that have shaped her as a person. Now the attack on the memorial is incredible as a fan for many reasons. But for Caitlyn we need to keep two things in mind as we move forward that at extremely impactful in understanding her:
There is no reason to think she and the others would not assume that Jinx had ordered this attack, or at the very least assisted in some way. The last they saw of Vi's sister she had just struck at the very heart of Piltover's government and its entirely reasonable to assume this attack is an extension of that. So I think its fair to say we can consider this Caitlyn's next interaction with Jinx even if its all mental.
Up until now, Caitlyn has never used any broad-stroke negativity toward the people of the undercity. She has addressed individuals, or perhaps a specific group of people in the undercity such as Silco's goons. But never called them Trenchers, Sump rats or any of that other stuff. Here in her rage, we see her refer to the people who attacked as Animals. Now in the moment, its entirely reasonable when pertaining to the attackers. But it is a noticable shift in her that tells us she is already (quite understandably) being swallowed by what happened.
The Strike Team:
Caitlyn leading the strike team into Zaun and utilizing the grey has been the source of much controversy. Its a clear escalation in her willingness to do violence against the undercity but when you consider everything we have talked about its hardly a shock. However, this show does a good job of letting us know Caitlyn is not totally lost to her pain. All we have to do is think critically:
While the use of the grey is extremely dark and absolutely morally questionable, the fandom's decision to portray it as mustard gas/sarin/pick your lethal poison is nonsense. We have seen multiple characters exposed to it multiple times and live. Its debilitating in the moment and uncomfortable and I'm sure is unhealthy over long exposure. Its tear gas.
Caitlyn's small targeted force is the alternative to full-scale invasion with hex tech armed enforcers. As I have said in various posts, by this point in the story Piltover retaliating is not an if. its a when and how bad. Caitlyns plan is the only reason an army of Enforcers does not march into the undercity at this point.
All that to say this. While she is clearly heading down a dark path, excising the hyperbole of the fan-base determined to demonize her and taking into account the whole of the circumstances surrounding this part of the story we are shown Caitlyn is still in there. But she is losing the fight with her inner-demons.
The Kiss:
We all cheered here. I did. You know you did. But I think we all knew the heartbreaking truth here as well. It was far too late for her to keep her promise to Vi. And in truth, it wasn't a fair thing for Vi to ask (BEFORE YOU COME FOR ME- Vi is my favorite character, and I have written extensively in her defense against the absolutely inane criticisms people have been levelling at her character). It's not Vi's fault, she has lost everyone she loves and is terrified watching the last person she has left be warped by the darkness in their lives. But when you consider the totality of paradigm-shifting suffering Caitlyn has endured since meeting Vi, I don't know how anyone couldn't change.
I have seen people say that Caitlyn was wrong to promise Vi. Wrong to kiss her in this moment. Those people are holding these characters to unreasonable standards in the extreme. We are seeing Caitlyn trying for the woman she loves. She sees the vulnerability and fear in Vi, the woman she loves so much, who she has been through so much with (and who has donned the Enforcer uniform for her) and of course she has a surge of love and a desire to comfort Vi. The love and tenderness is undeniable. But when you take in the context of the situation, It feels like we are waiting for the floor to fall out from under us. AND BOY DOES IT.
The Battle/The Break up/The Rise of the Commander:
I group these together because really its the transition of Caitlyn as we know her into "The Commander". This whole section is in a word, heartbreaking. We see Caitlyn fighting tooth and nail against Sevika, she likely saves Vi's life as it seems like Isha's gun was going to go off (whether the child meant it to or not), and Vi stops Caitlyn from taking the shot. Leading to Caitlyn lashing out in the worst way, telling Vi she is no different than the woman who killed Caitlyn's mother (AKA the version of Vi's sister Caitlyn knows Vi carries immense guilt over) and ending her status as the only enforcer never to abuse Vi, leaving her holding her stomach and crying on the floor while Caitlyn abandons her. We then see Caitlyn chosen as the commander, taking her place by Ambessa's side, becoming someone who would betray everything she used to stand for .
Its easy to look at this, and feel anger at Caitlyn. Especially as someone who has always connected with Vi's character and as someone who really loves their love story it leaves you feeling violated. But that's the thing, it should. We are not watching Caitlyn choose power out of a desire to destroy her enemies or because she thinks she deserves it. We are watching the tragic culmination of this brave, compassionate, brilliant and tenacious young woman being swallowed by the darkness. What's the line from Hamilton? "There are moments when your in so deep, it feels easier to just swim down". She has lost her mother, her sense of safety, her belief in the system of law and order she has lived her whole life by, and now the woman she loves. And in swoops Ambessa, a warlord. A woman renowned for her cleverness and manipulation. She takes this vulnerable, grieving, isolated and angry young woman and tells her she will get her justice. Caitlyn never had a chance.
**A small pause to discuss grief and peoples absolutely insane take on Caitlyn's handling of hers**
I am going to take a second here before we move on because due to the rushed pacing of season 2 Caitlyn doesn't get the detail she should have after this point, and because the discussion of her loss and grief is essential in understanding how this all happened. This is one of those things I have written about before but peoples dogmatic opposition to media literacy continues so here we go! "Ku Klux Kirraman!", "Oh the people of the undercity live in constant pain and death but Caitlyn loses a single family member and starts gassing kids?!"
To put it simply my friends. Grief is not a contest. Yes, of course the people growing up in the undercity have a much better understanding of death and grief than Caitlyn. up until the events of this story, she has lived a life of peace, and privilege, and comfort . And that's not a bad thing. ideally all children would know such a life if we could work our will upon the world right? But what it means for her is that when she does experience that loss, to say nothing of it being at the hands of a woman who has tried to kill her repeatedly, tried to kill the woman she loves, killed her peers, and abducted her naked from her own bathroom, Caitlyn's entire world is shifted. I have mentioned multiple times during this whole thing. She is only in her early twenties. That is so young.. so fucking young to have your world shift SO VIOLENTLY in such a short time. And in the standard incredible fashion of this show, they have addressed this concept already. Remember this?
Vi is angry at Jayce for bowing out due to the under city child's death. And for her, for the way she grew up she is totally justified in feeling that way. She grew up surrounded by death. But its just too much for Jayce.
I sincerely hope all of you reading this never have to cope with the loss of a loved one but we all know that's not reality. So if you are one of the people demonizing Caitlyn for what happens here because Zaunites have it worse I'll ask you this. The last time you lost someone, did you chastise yourself because someone somewhere has it worse? No. Because that's unreasonable, illogical, and would be a cruel standard to hold yourself to. Grief is achingly, agonizingly personal to each of us. And while it does not justify Caitlyn's actions, you are simply blind folding yourself to the humanity of this character by ignoring it
Months as the Commander:
As I said unfortunately we don't get to see a lot of Caitlyn "as the commander" but we do learn some things. There are check-points in Zaun, they are imprisoning people, and under the oppressions she has allowed to flourish the Noxians are able to do things like violently arrest people for having a non-violent rally in the Undercity itself. THINGS ARE NOT GREAT. But there some things of note I want to discuss in understanding Caitlyn's state of mind during this time:
The top GIF is not long enough but watching the scene you can see how distant Caitlyn is, how cold. She is not a "happy-go-lucky" facist gleefully imposing her will. We are actively watching someone in so much pain and so buried by her mistakes she doesn't know how to find her way out.
2. All is not lost however. She discusses her issues with the Noxians behavior, she openly questions Ambessa, she has forbidden the use of the cells where she found the love of her life, and despite her mentor's glee over the opportunity to utilize Singed and his knowledge. Caitlyn knows him for what he is, a monster.
Reunited With Vi:
The pacing just takes off at a dead sprint once Vi and Caitlyn find each other so I will touch briefly on the various points I want to for this section. I will say this, I know we all have feelings on how they handled Vi and Caitlyn's reconciliation. I am of the opinion that it was justified by what they showed us completely, but it was still rushed. Like they got the right answer on the math question but only shared the basics of every step to solving it if that makes sense.
Saving Vander
Vi and Caitlyn have this first interaction after so long and its so clear they have both changed so much. But what matters is this. Even after everything Caitlyn has done, Vi trusts her with the truth (Because Vi refuses to give up on those she loves), and Caitlyn immediately is on board. This happens so quickly and we only see them discuss it a little, but we need to think about what this means. Caitlyn finds out the "Weapon" is Vi's dad, and she is ready to turn on Ambessa, the enforcers with her, and the whole system. All for the woman she loves
2. The Battle of the Commune:
So I couldn't find a good GIF for it but even before this moment while Caitlyn is angry when she sees Jinx she doesn't make a move toward her. Then we hit this moment here. If you flash back to the battle that ended in Caitlyn breaking Vi's heart, Caitlyn wanted to take a shot that very likely could have killed a child if it meant hurting jinx. Now Jinx is running with her back to Caitlyn and ALL she cares about is getting to Vi
3. Taking Accountability:
We find out in this confrontation that although Jinx is in jail, it is because she surrendered. Not because Caitlyn ordered it. We also have a few key examples of Caitlyn owning what she has done:
"I KNOW!"- when confronted by Vi over letting Ambessa poison her heart
"We can't erase our mistakes"- She doesn't say "Jinx" can't take back her mistakes. She says "We" and "Our". She is clearly remorseful.
This rolls directly into her conversation with Jinx in which we see even more that Caitlyn knows what she has done:
"No good deed can erase OUR crimes"- Once again holding herself to the same standard as the woman who killed her mother. Holding herself accountable
"I've hated myself"- This could literally not be more clear
*On Cait and Jinx*: I've touched on this before but the parallels between these two are phenomenal. Broken, vulnerable, isolated grieving young women taken in by older, cleverer mentors with their own agendas but who care about them directing their pain for their own purposes. They then both have to learn to end the cycle, or the killing will never stop. Damn this show is so good.
Freeing Jinx:
Caitlyn made a lot of mistakes. That's not a secret. There were reasons as I and many and others have explained. But in this moment, she has intentionally paved the way for the woman she loves, to free her little sister from Jail. This comes after Cait admitting she doesn't want to hate Jinx any more. The cycle has to end. And Caitlyn admitting she has made mistakes, she has hated herself, she has lost herself to the darkness she now knows she has inside as well. And on top of that, she is here showing Vi that Vi is not alone, that Vi is loved, and that she knows Vi so well she knew what she would do and tried to help. its beautiful, its heartwarming, and after watching who Caitlyn was be shattered into pieces, we are now seeing her re-forged, stronger and more beautiful.
Commander Indeed:
Here we have Caitlyn becoming the commander she should have been. I believe I saw a post that one of the voice actors of the show suggested Caitlyn did nothing during the final battle and got her happy ending. Lets recap shall we:
Leads her troops from the front
Tries to take out Ambessa early and spare bloodshed
We have the bad-ass scene of her fighting with the mask taking out multiple soldiers
Even with a rifle at the back of her head she disables Maddie and tries to take out Ambessa
With a knife in her side and exhausted and scared she challenges A WARLORD OF NOXUS to a fight. "Shut Up and Fight!"
Sacrifices her own eye to take Ambessa out of the fight.
This is all pretty clear cut but I mean god damn. Her character evolution is absolutely staggering.
The End:
Caitlyn ends her story (for now anyway.. looking at your Riot) with the woman she loves. She has surrendered her spot on the Council to Sevika officially granting the undercity a place at the table. And we see her pondering the hex-gate ventilation system, perhaps giving us some hope that Jinx will return as well. I totally understand there are things people wanted to see with Caitlyn that we didn't get to see. But all we can control is what we were given. And when you look at the story of Caitlyn Kiramman, Born in wealth and privilege but with dreams of helping people, to being swallowed by grief, to finding common ground with the woman who took her mother from her, to rising as a leader who doesn't ask her people to fight when she won't and who willingly sacrifices herself for those who look follow her, I'd say she has one hell of an arc. I hope I did her some justice. This actually ended up being longer than i planned but man the more I think about her the more in-depth her story gets. I appreciate all of you.
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Love is in the air
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader
Summary: you unknowingly give Dean another reason to fall deeper in love with you
Warning: complete and utter fluff and sam is a girls girl.
A/N: idk if anyone has done something like this, but I really loved it and I think itâs my favorite fic Iâve written yet. Also this isnât proofread so if you see any mistakes please let me know. I wrote this at 5 am so I probably wonât notice any mistakes. Anywho hope you enjoy!!!
Todayâs hunt had been a bust after you and Dean were tasked by Sam to be the cliche âcouple in loveâ so that the envious love witch would target you instead of some other innocent couple.
So now you and Dean were in the impala driving back to the motel that happened to be about a fourty five minute drive away from the restaurant she was targeting.
The night was silent aside from the quiet music Dean had playing in the background and the light tapping of his thumbs against the steering wheel. Dean looked incredibly good in his suit and tie, a look you wish heâd worn more often.
To Dean you looked better than any angel that could grace his presence, when you exited the bathroom with your off the shoulder black form fitting dress and high heels that made your legs look like heaven, his knees almost buckled and they wouldâve hadnïżœïżœt it been for Sam who was there to catch him before he could.
âHey dean?â You asked softly, drawing his attention from the empty road to you, replying with a âhmmâ. His green eyes were extra bright in the darkness and made you want to melt in your seat.
âCan I roll down the window?â You asked, it was an odd request on your part, because you usually donât like the pressure the harsh wind puts on your head. Dean eyebrows rose in surprise before answering âfâcourse sweetheart, sure itâs not gonna make your head hurt?â he asked sincerely
You shook your head âno it wonât be for long I just⊠want to try somethingâ you said, pausing in thought you hoped that the feeling would push away the sadness you felt. He nodded glancing back at the road, âokay then go for itâ he said with a smile.
You clicked the button to roll down the window and felt immediately relaxed. You put your arm out of the window, closing your eyes and let the wind blow on your face and whistle past your ears.
Dean watched with love in his eyes at how relaxed you looked, he could tell that the your failure to obtain the witches attention had bothered you but decided against saying anything, but as soon as the wind hit your face its like all that sadness slipped away with the wind.
You sat like that for a minute or so before deciding that was enough, you opened your eyes looking for the button again before an idea struck you. You paused in thought âwould that be too clicheâ you asked yourself, but ultimately you told yourself âwho cares, do itâ so you did.
You surprised Dean when you stuck your torso out of the window, he immediately grabbed on to your thigh in case you accidentally slipped. You raised your arms as the wind that was way stronger whipped past you, the air was sticky which youâd guessed was from the rain that had fell a few hours prior but you could care less.
For the first time in a life time you felt completely and utterly free, from the worries of the things that lurk in the dark, from death, and disappointment. But the feel of dean hand on your thigh mixed with the wind whipping past you and through your hair made you want to cry of happiness.
Dean watched you from inside of the car, how beautiful you looked, in that moment he was convinced you were sent right from heaven into his arms just so he could live this moment. He saw all of your worries slip away as a carefree smile graces your face. The light from the streetlight lit you up like a pop star on stage and he was your audience.
You caught him even more by surprise when you let out a loud and cheery âwooooâ and it seemed like time had slowed. If both of his hands werenât occupied he wouldâve taken a picture, but he couldnât and he would have to rely on his memory to recall this moment for the rest of his life. He wasnât even sure how he hadnât crashed the car.
Your heart thumped loudly at the adrenaline that rushed through your veins and thatâs when you decided to get back in the car. You seated yourself back on the seat and rolled up the window before letting out the most cheerful laugh Dean had ever heard from you and just the sound itself had his heart souring. âHoly. I see why they do that in moviesâ you said, looking at him with the most genuine smile heâd ever seen.
Dean couldnât help the smile that took over his features at the happiness gleaming from your face. You were glowing and it was the most precious moment of his life. âYou are gorgeous sweetheartâ he said, he couldnât help that it slipped past his lips, but the look on your face showed it didnât have much of an effect on you. You rolled your eyes, still smiling âwhatever, eyes on the road Winchester, I donât want to be roadkill because youâre too distractedâ you joked. Dean huffed out a laugh in response.
For the rest of the ride the two of you basked in the happiness that replaced the previous gloom. And when you arrived at the motel, Dean was the first one out the car, rushing to your side to open the door for you. âSuch a gentleman, if Iâd known youâd be this sweet I wouldâve let you take me on a date soonerâ you joked, but Dean didnât take it as one. âThen let meâ he said genuinely.
Your smile faltered, âis he messing with me?â You thought âwhatâ you said, it was the only thing you could get out. âLet me take you on a date. A real date not one where we have to look over our shoulders the whole time. Let me take out on a date to drink champagne and eat all those fancy meals that donât even fill you upâ Dean said almost sounding as if he was begging.
Dean grabbed your hands ây/n if you let me I will go the whole nine yards. Flowers, a gift, rent a fancy car and order valet whatever you-â you cut dean off with a kiss to which he immediately returned. The kiss was soft and sweet, you could feel his eyelashes slightly brush against your cheek, and the way he relaxed into the kiss made you swoon.
His hands dropped yours and he placed his on your hips and you bought yours around his neck pulling him deeper into it. You only pulled away because your lungs had began to burn from the lack of oxygen. Deans eyes remained closed for a little longer, reveling in the feel of your lips against his and your body pressing against him. âWoman you drive me insaneâ he muttered before opening his eyes.
He was graced with the sight of you smiling up at him with your arms still around his neck. âYou can take me on a date Winchester, but it doesnât have to be anything fancy. We could go to a diner in baby and Iâd be just as happyâ you said softly, your nose brushing his.
It wasnât often Dean was rendered speechless, but in that moment he was sure you were made for him and only him. âO-okayâ he stuttered. You giggled in amusement âhave I rendered you speechless?â You teased, and deans cheeks reddened. âMaybe this will knock some words back into your headâ you said before pressing your lips against his for the second time, only this time you didnât give him enough time to recuperate.
âHey I wasnât doneâ he pouted, and you laughed loudly. Pulling away from him you closed the door to baby and began to drag him back to your shared motel room with Sam who you were sure was watching you wondering why it was taking so long for you to enter the room.
âCâmon Winchester we can talk out the details laterâ you said grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the stairs that led to your room.
Added bonus:
Sam had seen the blush on deans cheeks and he pure happiness in the both of your eyes. Dean quickly excused himself to the bathroom and Sam looked at you with raised brows. Heâd helped you pick out that dress, telling you âDean wonât be able to keep his eyes off of youâ. You gave him the biggest smile trying to contain your excitement âit workedâ you whisper yelled. A huge smile broke out on Samâs face âI told you it wouldâ he said.
He had been the biggest supporter of you and his brotherâs possible relationship. âHe asked me out Sammyâ you whispered so Dean wouldnât hear. You threw yourself on the bed like a teenager from one of those romance sitcoms you claimed to not like, but before Sam could ask for more details the bathroom door opened revealing a slightly less blushy Dean.
He eyes you two skeptically âwhat are you two whispering aboutâ he asked. âJust figuring out how weâll get the witch nowâ you quickly lied. If Dean suspected you were lying he didnât show, because he immediately turned his back to you and Sam trying to get his tie off. You sent Sam a quick and subtle wink that meant âIâll tell you laterâ and he nodded trying to hide his smile
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IdeaDpxDcâThere are better ways to meet someone.
Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.
Dead On Main. Soul mates.
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"Exactly... what does this ring do?" The shining ring was still attached to his finger. This wouldn't worry him if it weren't for the fact that, with each passing minute, the ring emitted more light, and that can't be good.
The cult leader refused to speak. He wouldn't even look at him, seeming particularly attentive to the material the floor was made of. Very funny that now he was scared of him when, an hour ago, he was giving a very cliché speech about how humanity was doomed because it would summon the evil of evils.
It wasn't very smart of him to perform his summoning precisely in Gotham City, home of the Dark Knight.
Red Hood was getting impatient. He placed the hand without the ring on his weapon; if words didn't work, a real threat to his life would. And this didn't really break Bruce's 'no killing' rule because the gun was only loaded with rubber bullets. However, just as he was about to advance and shoot the guy, he saw Batman grab the leader's tunic collar and lift him up.
The man, of course, screamed in fear. "Speak, what does that ring do?" No jokes. Batman's voice was deeper than usual, showing that he was upset, no, rather angry.
Or worried, but Jason could never consider that possibility. For the moment, he was only surprised, although it didn't show through his helmet.
"I-I don't know," the leader replied. Poor guy, he seemed about to cry. Batman, not content, tightened his grip even more; he wasn't willing to tolerate a lie this time.
Red Robin raised an eyebrow. "You managed to gather a bunch of magical artifacts for your summoning and you don't know what they do?"
The man looked away. "No..." The rest of the cult members also looked away. Very brave and stupid of them to all agree to lie to the bats. Jason himself wanted to mock them, but the ring kept shining. He couldn't mock when the ring kept shining and he didn't know what it meant.
From the communications, Robin could be heard. "Tt, this wouldn't be happening if Hood hadn't put on the ring." Jason suppressed a growl.
"Kid, I didn't put on the ring. This thing stuck to me the moment I touched it." It was true. In the middle of the operation to stop the ritual, Jason had pulled the ring, which at that moment was a kind of necklace by the chain that ran through it, from a member who was wearing it. The ring in his hand began to glow and suddenly teleported to his ring finger, then stopped shining. It was when everything calmed down that the ring began to release a different, but constant light.
Approximately ten minutes have passed since then, he thought as he looked at the ring, ignoring all the magical stuff; it was actually a very simple ring. Suddenly, the ring began to blink.
Oh, no. That couldn't be good.
Batman, fed up with the leader's silence and his followers, threw the man meters ahead. "Oracle, call Zatanna now, we need more information about the ring," he ordered as he approached the man who was in pain from the fall. The guy, terrified by the violent aura of the Dark Knight, tried to retreat.
Finally, Nightwing stepped between the man and the brutal beating he would receive if he didn't speak.
"It's okay, B, calm down." With his hand on his father's shoulder, Dick tried to ease the atmosphere. "I understand your concern. We are all worried about what the ring might do to Hood. But we can't let fear and anger control us. Hood is important to all of us. He is our brother, your son. We can't lose our cool now. Let's call Wonder Woman. If no one wants to talk, she can help us with the lasso of truth."
Total silence. Jason didn't know what to say; he didn't think his family would react like this over a blinking ring. That is... he doesn't know. Suddenly, the ring's light began to blink faster.
Batman, after Nightwing's words and seeing the change in the ring, understood that he couldn't waste time with someone who wouldn't talk. "You're right, thank you Nightwing." Looking at the others, he said: "We need to act quickly, we don't know the effects the ring might have on Hood. We need to take him to the cave for a thorough analysis, no discussions." The last part he said looking at Jason. "Until then, don't try to take it off or use it."
Jason scoffed, as if he would.
"Oracle, you heard, call Diana. Red Robin and I will take care of the rest of the cult. Nightwing, take Red Hood to the cave." Batman began giving orders as he reached the leader and began dragging him towards the rest of his cult. The leader, in a failed attempt, tried to resist. "Agent A, please prepare a stretcher. Understood?"
Everyone nodded.
On the other hand, the touching speech and the strange family moment of the bats seemed to soften the heart of a girl from the cult, who in a whisper said: "The ring, nothing will happen to him." Although she spoke quietly, everyone present heard her.
The leader, panicking that the information would be revealed, exclaimed: "Catrina, shut up!" However, he was struck by Batman, who was already fed up with the guy.
"What do you have to say about the ring?" he asked.
The woman hesitated to speak. "We thought of using the ring to subdue the king of the dead and make him listen to our orders..." She paused, not knowing how to continue. "There is a real legend about the ring. A long time ago, a witch wanted to know who her soulmate was, so she created the ring. This allows one to be guided to their soulmate through the red thread. I think everyone already knows what the red thread is." Nervous, she looked around. Only Nightwing nodded, and that was enough for her to continue telling. "Well, the witch's red thread connected with a prince. Unfortunately for everyone, the prince was not happy that his soulmate was a witch. So he had her killed." The girl looked at her hands; that part of the story was sad. "The witch was angry, but still wanted her soulmate to accept her, so she rewrote the ring's original purpose. It was no longer something that united you with your soulmate, but now it was something that allowed you to subdue your soulmate... uh, this." She pointed to a book that was lying in a corner. "With another spell, in fact, it can be used to subdue anyone, even a king of the dead."
With the whole story already told, Red Robin asked: "So, what is the ring doing to Red Hood?"
"It's tracking his soulmate. I... didn't get to put the other spell on it. I could only activate the ring's primary function. Your brother will be fine."
That definitely changes things. Jason swore he could hear his heart beating. A soulmate, wow. He admits he's read many romance novels and maybe once dreamed of it, but for it to actually happen, wow.
Suddenly, the ring stopped blinking. Five seconds later, everyone saw a red thread shoot out from the ring's gem. It quickly moved in one direction, went through the wall, and kept going. The process was like a fishing rod when it catches a fish.
"Does this mean it already found its soulmate?" Red Robin asked. Astonished by the red thread, he tried to touch it but his hand went through it; apparently, the thread was intangible to anyone else.
"Yes," the cultist also seemed astonished.
Jason felt a look on him, turned, it was his brother. Oh no, not that look, he knew that smile; Dick would tease him so much in the coming days. For his part, Batman sighed in relief. Well, it wasn't such an extreme danger, but it was still dangerous. "Agent A, cancel the stretcher." He never imagined this would mean a soulmate case. "Oracle, don't cancel the call to Zatanna or Wonder Woman, we need to verify the information. We'll stay here until the police arrive."
How nice it would be if everything ended like that, right? With Dick joking with Jason, Tim analyzing the thread, Barbara laughing at the turn of events, Bruce relieved and Damian surprised. However, one must remember the story.
The witch changed the ring's original purpose. Unexpectedly, the thread began to retract, as if it had caught something. It did so so quickly that Jason grabbed his hand in pain. It was then that everyone had a bad feeling. The wall the thread had previously passed through suddenly exploded, the noise and dust alerting everyone, especially when once the chaos disappeared, something horrific could be seen.
An arm. A fucking arm. Apparently freshly torn from its owner. Oh, no. What did it do to his soulmate?
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Somewhere else in the world, somewhere in the United States, Danny gasped in pain. What the hell? What was that? Ancients! Where is his arm?
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Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.
Edited on 06/21/2024 - Note two: Thanks to redflagshipwriter, who continued this idea below. And to Sakuravalelp who made me laugh with the complement.
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welcome to the first of many - mirahâs unlike pairs series! first up, rockstar boyfriendâs geto and eren
you had a thing for long dark haired, toxic rockstars - obviously.
âmâthere baby just a little more; yea?â you couldnât reply to the sexy man even if you wanted to. the backstage room was filled with smoke, blut after blut, the high coming to you even though you werenât even smoking. your cheeks were pressed hard against getoâs leather pants that caught the dark colored mascara tears. his would often rub your hot skin, big pretty eyes looking up at him; while your moans of pleasure filled the space.
âdonât go to hard on my baby, she didnât mean it jerkâ he would remind eren while bringing the thick blut to his lip taking a huge puff. âyouâre too soft - mâpretty pussy - fuck!â eren got distracted at your clenching, and cream rings that formed around his cock slapping your pretty brown ass hard, then grabbing ahold of the white bunched up skirt. âtoo soft, pussy sâgood she knows what sheâs doingâ your stocking stuffed heels clicked together as eren started to fuck you harder. the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting that specific spot in your gummy walls that made you cum yet again.
geto shook his head, a smirk on his lips from secretly agreeing with his bandmate. he took a long inhale, looking into erenâs big green eyes. âhmmâ he leaned forward, making sure your head was still comfortable as he gripped his chin blowing the smoke into his mouth and ending it off with a rough tongue kiss. you couldnât help but shut your eyes tightly, moaning so loud. your pussy was deliciously sore, mind clouded and dumb so happy to be feeling so good and be with your men; and the sight of the kiss wasnât making it better. your lips were wet along with getoâs pants, slob from your not being able to control yourself falling all over him - be he didnât mind because he was the good cop out of the two.
âyessâ eren threw his head back, getoâs cock jerked underneath your cheek, cock growing more and more with each orgasm eren gave you passed. he watched his boyfriends abs flex as he grabbed your love handles and pushed you back against him harder chasing his high. with low eyes geto watched it all. how your eyes rolled to the back of your head, eren going deeper into you when he angled himself. the squirt that flew from between your both making yet another mess. he wanted so badly to clean with his tongue, but that thought would stay between him and his mind.
how erenâs greens eyes grew darker, his own cream stuffing your hole, watching how it dripped out of you and onto the dingy couch that was in the backstage of the set that had just - well hours ago; performed on. the second he pulled out, your fell into a deep cocoon of sleep that you drifted off to with lots of praise from both men. when your were rested on the other couch that was much smaller, eren lit his own blunt taking short strides to the man who hadnât changed position. he stood in front of him, a semi hard dick and a blut slowly bringing it to the others lips groaning when he began to clean up the mess you made.
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i love ur blog ur writing is so good!!!! đ
Could you write for rafe x sub!reader who wakes up in the middle of the night crying for rafe bc sheâs horny sjjskaks
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maybe it was the weather, maybe everything was just too much, but today had gone so painfully slow. on top of that, rafe wasnât home, out golfing with his friends all day. it was late and you decided to just sleep it off, but all you could do was toss and turn.
you awaken to the door opening, itâs still awfully dark out but you force yourself out of bed to greet your boyfriend.
rafeâs cologne intoxicates all of your senses as you hold him and take in his scent, the lump in your throat getting heavier. tears fall down your cheeks as you leave chaste kisses on his forehead.
âmissed you so much, itâs so late nowâ you whisper, voice breaking.
heâs slightly taken aback by this, but he knows youâre emotional so itâs nothing heâs not used to by now.
âshit baby, was just a few hoursâŠâ he chuckles, raising an eyebrow as he takes in the way your nightgown rides up and hangs low at the neckline. âwhatâs wrong, you need somethinâ?â his tone becoming more playful as he becomes aware of whatâs really going on.
your lip quivers as you look up at him, pouting as he wipes your tears. âjusâ want youâ you whine, barely audibly.
âcryinâ cause youâre horny? god, didnât think it was that badâ he mocks in disbelief, large hands resting on your hips as he backs you up towards the bed, lightly pushing you down.
the feel of his slightly chapped lips against your warm plush ones sends butterflies straight to your core. you struggle to remove his pants as you claw at the zipper, amusing him even further.
âslow down, mânot goin anywhere babyâ he smirks as he swats your hand away, getting rid of his own pants, followed by your thin nightgown.
youâre barely on all fours, your upper body immobile as rafe pushes himself into you, tight walls pulling him impossibly deeper. his large hand rests on your back, pushing you down and keeping you still. regardless, you find it hard to keep still because heâs just so big, tip abusing your poor cervix, causing you to cry out. youâre suddenly on your back, strong arms using your shoulders as leverage as he looks down at you, his coarse thumb wipes a tear off of your flushed cheek.
âwanted it real bad didnât you?â he says, tone dripping with faux sympathy
youâre too fucked out to respond.. he pulls you up slightly by the neck, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
âdidnât you?â he repeats, his thrusts becoming sloppier
âyes- fuck rafe- yes, youâre the only one that can make me feel goodâ your voice trembling as you tell him exactly what he wants to hear
âgood, keep talking, wanna hear your voiceâ
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After the End - Post-apocalypse Omegaverse AU
Summary - You set up a wonderful maze for these trapped mice
Tags - Omegaverse (duh), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, non traditional dynamics, all of the 141 are alphas, you're an omega. Eventual smut, dub-con, knotting, mating press, polyamory, alphas love alphas. 141 x reader, self harm, injuries
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It wasn't difficult to form a plan in your mind. First you'd draw some blood, the thing that led them to you in the first place. You'd make them go around in circles until they landed themselves in different traps along the way. And while they acted like mice in a maze you would observe as the scientist making notes.
You made a clean cut into the palm of your hand and winced at the bite of the blade. It was sharper than you thought and cut a bit deeper than you wanted. You sucked in a breath before you smeared some blood onto a tree.
You wandered your forest for what had to be at least two hours, clouds had gathered and had dimmed out the sun. It was a forewarning of snow to come and the wind had already started to pick up. You had made a very intricate maze for them, misled by your own blood no less.
Finally you began your long walk home, you pulled your coat tighter around you and stuffed your barely scabbed over hands into your pockets as the wind blew harder. Soon enough the snow would start to fall and they'd either have to try and find their way out of the forest, hunker down for the night and loose your foot prints or keep going through the snow and darkness.
Your omega purred at the idea of the warmest surviving all of this. Oddly, you found the idea of one of them, maybe even two, surviving just to be able to breed you oddly romantic. Instead of giving up or dying, they pushed through just to have you. A small rumble started in your chest as you thought back to the two brown eyed ones.
"Fucking hell," Ghost mumbled to himself, his ankle was twisted oddly and his ass hurt from the fall. Worse? The sky had started to shit out snow. They (Soap and Price) had the most genius plan of splitting up to try and find the omega. Ghost had caught onto her scent and followed it.
Followed it right into a bloody trap. It was at least 12 feet deep if he couldn't even touch the top while jumping and he could jump if he wanted to. He was stuck in a hole, with no idea on how to get out without help and he wasn't going to try and shout for it. God only knows how far away the rest are.
Fuck his head hurt like a bitch. He had to give the omega credit. She had set up her forest to be a fortress and a death trap. Pits, tripwires, all kinds of little tricks hidden away. Each step he had taken made him hold his breath.
He had heard a loud BOOM some miles away and very, very distantly Scottish yelling. Maybe he had gotten off lightly with a twisted ankle and was stuck in a pit for a while. Still, his inner alpha whined knowing his fellow packmates were likely in danger. His base urges didn't even care about the omega when his pack was getting hurt. He couldn't help but wonder how Price was doing.
Price was stuck upside down. He had caught a glimpse of the omega, who had turned her head towards him and wore a frankly smug look. He had tried to order her over but she stuck her fingers in her ears and walked away. All of the blood flow was ending up in his head and it made him feel sick. Worst? His knife had fallen out.
It laid on the snowy ground and mocked him. This was the fuckin' worst. Maybe he should have just let the omega be but that thought made his own alpha stir and snarl. This felt like some bizarre courtship ritual but instead of blankets and food it was surviving the omegas own traps.
If what he heard a while back from Soap was anything to go by, his Scottish sergeant was not having a walk in the park either. It sounded like an explosion and he hoped it wasn't very damaging.
He glanced over when he heard someone approach and Gaz emerged. "She has running in fucking circles Cap."
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May I have Childhood friends to lovers with Loki or Bruce Wayne pleaseee⊠thank you!
.âïœĄFor the Longest TimeïœĄâ.
Bruce Wayne x plus size reader
You were always there in his life, just like he was for you. A little jealousy and a clingy eight year old might finally give you the push you both need
Warnings: fluff, jealousy, simp!Bruce, vague mention of hook-ups, little bit of Dickâs abandonment issues, mutual pining WC: 2.5k
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âWhereâs Y/N?â A little voice spoke up from somewhere over Bruceâs left shoulder. He groaned and buried his face deeper in the silk pillowcase, he had only just crawled into bed. The mattress dipped as Dick hauled himself onto the bed, making Bruce swallow down a curse.
âWhatâs up?â He rolled onto his back and pulled back the blankets enough for a little body to slip under the covers. He received a kick to his very sore ribs as Dick clambered over him in his attempt to settle in the crook of Bruceâs shoulder. The eight year old sighed happily and cuddled up close to his adoptive father.
Bruce smiled despite the throbbing pain in his torso and the early wake up. âWhat did you need?âÂ
âWhereâs Y/N?â He asked again, propping his chin on Bruceâs collarbone.
âSheâs at her apartment?â His voice tilted up, confused at the question. Sure, you were at the manor quite frequently given that you helped Bruce with Dickâs care but you had never stayed the night, save for once when both you and Bruce were too drunk to even move.
Dick huffed, his bottom lip poking out as he looked away from Bruce. âThatâs stupid.â The older man swallowed back a chuckle, instead he placed a hand on the boyâs back, his palm almost covering the entire thing.Â
âWhyâs it stupid?â He shut his eyes again.Â
âCause I want her to live with me!âÂ
âHmm, maybe you can go live with her and I can finally get some sleep.â Tiny fingers dug into his armpit, making Bruce yelp and raise an eyebrow at Dick.
âNo. I donât wanna move my toys. Make her live here.â Bruce sighed heavily, sinking further into his mattress.
Yeah, right. He wanted to say but held his tongue. He had broached the idea when he had first taken Dick in, needing an extra set of hands for the rowdy child but you had quite literally laughed him off, just the same as you did when you were both eighteen and he had tried to give you one of his credit cards. You were fiercely independent and while you loved Dick, you still had your own work and life.
âYou could try, chum but I think she likes her house more.âÂ
âThen letâs go there today!â Dick pushed himself up onto his knees, eyes shining with this brilliant idea.Â
âChum-â But Dick had rushed out of the room before Bruce could get another word out, leaving him to contemplate whether he was going to break his sonâs heart by falling back asleep or get up for the day and end up with a massive headache later. Distantly, he could hear Dick chattering away to himself and he knew he would have to raid your medicine cabinet in a few hours.
ââââââ
Dick practically flew up the stairs of your apartment building, his backpack rattling with the sound of loose Lego bricks and inevitably a book he would get you to read him, as Bruce trailed behind, dark sunglasses perched on the end of his nose. He himself held a bag of food from Alfred and a bottle of your favourite wine as a sorry for the unexpected visit. He could at least pat himself on the back for delaying Dick just long enough for the boy to get some food and Bruce to get a couple hours of sleep.
âCome on! Youâre so slow!â Dick whined as he reached the landing on your floor. He bounced on the balls of his feet before he huffed and threw open the door, darting down the empty hallway. The rattling of his bag grew distant and then, he was banging on your door with all the might his little fists could muster.
âY/N! Y/N! Y/N!â Bruce cringed, his head ducked down as he passed by the other apartments on your floor, silently apologising to each of them.Â
âChum you canât-â But your door opened right then and the breath was knocked from his lungs. You were wearing a dark red dress that perfectly matched the matte lipstick on your plump lips. The fabric perfectly clung to you, making your curves even more prominent. You were still wearing your slippers and only had one earring in but you were still the most beautiful thing Bruce had ever seen, just as you always had been.
âWell isnât this a surprise.â Dick wasted no time, throwing himself into your arms, he squealed loudly and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You laughed as his little fingers dug into the neckline of your dress, no doubt ruining the fabric. âI thought there was a monkey at my door with all that noise.â You ran your left hand along his side as you stood up, making Dick giggle and cling to you even tighter. In a couple months, Bruce doubted youâd be able to pick him up anymore.
âI missed you!â You beamed. Bruce felt his knees buckle.
âItâs a good thing you came over then, cause I missed you too!âÂ
Bruce cleared his throat. âI hope I can be included in that sentiment as well.â You finally looked up at him, your eyes shining like stars. You smirked, biting down on your lip as you gave the man a quick one over.
âDepends, what did you bring me?âÂ
âSo my child doesnât count?â Dick laughed again, his knees digging into your side. You raised an eyebrow at Bruce who lifted the bottle of wine with a sly smile.
âWhy didnât you start with that? Come on in.â You stepped back into the apartment, leaving the door open for him to follow behind.Â
Your home had always been a comfort for Bruce, a safe haven tucked away from the world and his responsibilities. The weight of Batman and being the last Wayne, and even though he loved him dearly, being Dickâs father, lifted from his shoulders as the soft colours of your walls surrounded him.Â
You wandered into the kitchen, like you normally did when they stopped by for a visit, Dick chattering away about anything and everything that came into his little mind while Bruce stopped to look at the new photos you had hung up in the living room. Photos of memories he had forgotten. There was one of the both of you in a pillow fort that towered over you, your faces slathered in chocolate from bags of candy at your feet. Another was the 3rd grade dance that your parents had chaperoned, you in a bright pink princess dress complete with fairy wings and a plastic tiara and him in a tiny suit with one of his fatherâs best ties that was far too big for him. Your high school graduation party where you and Bruce in all your drunken genius decided to race up one of the old trees on the Wayne property and got stuck at the top.
But the most recent one made his heart skip a beat; it was of all three of you curled up on your couch, Dick sound asleep on your lap as Bruce ârested his eyesâ while leaning on your shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around both of you as you beamed up at the camera. All of his happiest moments had you in them and for the life of him, he wouldnât change anything about it.
Bruce turned and spotted your heels by the door, the red-bottomed ones that you only ever used when you wanted to get laid. Something in his stomach turned sour at the thought. âWhy are you so dressed up?â He asked as casually as he could though his voice cracked.Â
âYeah! You look pretty!â Dick chirped though his own voice was muffled, no doubt you had already given him a cookie that he shouldnât be having.
âI have a date,â You cooed (to Dick but Bruce liked to pretend it was for him), âbut since you guys are here now. Iâll cancel it.â
âYou donât have to do that. We can go.â Relief made his shoulders sag but Bruce still forced a frown on his lips as you came back around the corner, Dick still perched on your wide hip. You were practically glowing with joy.
You waved him off and pressed a kiss to Dickâs chubby cheek, leaving a bright lipstick stain there. âI would much rather spend the evening with you guys. It also means I get to wear comfy clothes instead of this dumb dress.â Dick slipped from your arms and went to his bag, which he had dropped on the couch.
âAre you sure?â But that wasnât the question he was really asking. You just smiled at him, putting a hand on his bicep as you leaned in close.
âThereâs nowhere else I would rather be. Now let me get changed and we can watch a movie, howâs that sound bud?â Dick grumbled something to the affirmative, making you laugh to yourself as you turned to go to your room but not without a parting squeeze to Bruceâs arm. He watched you go, his gaze dropping to your ass to appreciate the sight for just a moment before he caught himself and turned his attention back to his son.
Dick, who was already observing his father with a curious expression, suddenly lit up with an idea. He covered his mouth with his hand and then disappeared as he fell back onto the cushions, a little laugh escaping him as he landed. Bruce ignored the boy and went to the kitchen to get some snacks together for all of you.Â
The TV flicked to life, dousing the apartment with a hazy background noise that served to lead Bruce deeper into the fantasy of this life of domesticity actually being his. If he let himself, he could almost imagine how perfect it would be, just his family spending time together away from the rest of the world. But there was still that nagging fact that you had a date tonight, one that you cancelled for him sure, but a date nonetheless.
You werenât his wife or his girlfriend, and that made his blood freeze.
He pulled out the cork from the bottle with perhaps a bit more force than necessary, sending a few drops of red liquid directly onto his white shirt. âFuck.â He groaned and grabbed the dish towel on the counter to try and scrub away at the stain.Â
âI canât leave you alone for a second.â Your smaller hands gripped his waist, turning him around so you could take the towel from him. Bruce let you manhandle him until you could easily rub against his chest but the stain had already set in. Your bottom lip poked out, an almost overwhelming temptation to your oldest friend, before your fingers curled into his belt and tugged him away from the kitchen counter.
Bruce went willingly, eagerly. âIâve got some of your shirts in my wardrobe, go get changed and Iâll finish up here.â He nodded blankly and wandered away from you.
You watched him go for just a moment before finishing pouring out the wine and laying some of the cheeses Alfred has so thoughtfully packed on a small tray. You grabbed some hopefully not stale crackers from the cabinet and journeyed back into the living room. âWhat are we watching tonight Dickie?â
Dick looked up from his spot between the couch and coffee table as you sat down with an almost bored expression on his little face. âStar Wars.â
âDuh.â You replied.
Soon Bruce wandered back in. âWhy exactly do you have so many of my shirts in your closet?â You shrugged behind your glass, though he knew your cheeks were heated with embarrassment.
âCause youâre clumsy and I knew Iâd have to keep clean clothes for you.â He flopped down on the couch next to you, his arm immediately finding its place across your shoulders.
âYeah right.â You curled into his side, settling in for a nice little evening.
It was halfway through the movie that Dick climbed onto the couch between you and his dad. âI wish we could stay like this forever.â He muttered wistfully, taking yours and Bruceâs hand into his. You looked at Bruce from over his little head.
âAw buddy, we can do this whenever you want. Youâre always welcome here, you know that.â He shook his head and Bruce's heart sank.
âWhat do you mean chum?â He asked, wondering if there was something more going on. Dickâs chest inflated as he took in a deep breath.
âBut we always go home and you never come with us! You-you donât really want us, you live so far away. And,â he sighed heavily, giving you the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes he could muster, âand you go on dates with people who arenât my dad. Youâll leave.â His grip on your hand tightened like you would disappear right then.
Bruceâs heart lurched as your lips parted. âYou should date him instead! And then we can all live together at home like we should be!â Dick continued and then, he slammed your hand into Bruceâs, forcing your fingers to intertwine.
âDickie-â
âNo! Youâre supposed to be together! Even Alfred says so! So just do it already and then we can go home. Together.â His gaze switched to Bruce, who caught his glare. The man swallowed thickly and looked at you and for the first time in his life, Bruce couldnât tell what you were thinking.
You let out a shaky breath after a moment, your fingers pressing into the back of his hand. He could feel your pulse against his wrist, your heartbeat was fast, almost matching his own. âMaybe youâre right Dickie.â
âWhat?â The word escaped him like he had just been punched, making your lips curl up into a bashful smile.Â
âMaybe, I should be dating you and not those other men who I always end up comparing to you anyway. Maybe I should be going home with you.âÂ
âI think maybe you should.â Bruce leaned over his son, his free hand coming up to hold your full cheek. âBecause I have spent my whole life with you by my side and now that Iâm thinking about it, I donât want you so far away anymore. I want to see your face everyday and hear your voice from beside me every moment that I can.âÂ
Your eyes dropped to his lips and that was all it took for Bruce to close the distance and finally kissed you like he should have done years ago when he realised that no other woman would live up to the place you carved out in his heart. You immediately melted into him, laying your hand on top of his own.Â
Just as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, Dick got up on his knees between you and threw his skinny arms around your necks. You separated just as he shouted, âI told you!âÂ
You both laughed and hugged him back, sinking back down into the couch all together. Bruceâs chest warmed. Maybe, finally, he could get you to come home.
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ârafe, what if we get caughtâ you try to say in between the sloppy make-out session, as rafe pushes you into a dark room. your stomach instantly fills with butterflies at the thought of someone walking in or walking by and hearing the things rafe is about to do to you.
âjust stay quiet for me, baby,â rafe says, while his hand runs through your hair, pulling at it slightly.
his hard-on pressing into you, pulling you out of your worried thoughts. he grabs the back of your thighs, lifting, and setting you down onto a table in the corner of the room.
slipping in between your thighs, he almost instantly starts grinding, making you wetter. âhurry, please.â you, wrap your arms around him, grinding your hips deeper into him trying to create some friction.
âfuck, you feel so goodâ he groans, resting his head on your shoulder making your hips move faster with the help of his hands. âbetter than your wife?â you smirk, knowing his wife is just downstairs âshut up.â he pulls you off the table, turning you around in one swift moment.
he pulls at your small shorts letting them fall along with your underwear. you press your back against him, head falling on his shoulder, as his hand trails down, slipping into your wet folds, rubbing slowly. and the other pressing into your belly pushing you deeper into his back.
âbe a good girl, and stay quiet, yeah?â he whispers, breathing lowly into your ear sending shivers down your spine. his fingers push into you slowly, pumping into the wetness you've had all day since he walked into the gathering party that was held for god knows who.
âstop teasing and fuck me.â you hiss, needing more than his fingers. âso needy, huh?â he starts kissing your neck, sucking lightly, not enough to leave bruises.
he slips his hand under your shirt, cupping your breast, messaging it softly. âno bra?â he says, and you can almost feel his smirk.
âhow do you want it, baby?â his voice sounding more lustful than when you first started.
âAnway. just as long as youâre in meâ you say almost moaning, hearing your wetness with every thrust of his fingers. âPlease rafe, fuck me.â
you were willing to beg to get him to fuck you. he's been eye fucking you, and sending dirty messages all day.
he spreads your legs, as you hear his pants fall onto the ground with a loud *clink* from his belt. âif i hear one sound come out that pretty mouth I'm stopping, got that?â he warns, holding your hips steady against him as he aligns himself with you.
you nod fast preparing yourself to try and stay quiet. âuse your words.â he says sounding impatient. âyes, i promise to be quiet.â you nod repeatedly again.
that was all he needed to hear. his hips snapping into you, thrusting slowly, fingers digging into your sides. you bite your lip holding back your moans, while your hips match rafes pace perfectly.
âwhat would your wife think of this?â you tease. you always hated her, not because of rafe but because she was just a bitch who thought she was above everyone else. âdonât bring up my fucking wife while im fucking youâ he growls, thrusting into you faster taking all the words right out of your mouth.
you feel him brush against your g spot making your eyes roll back and your mouth hang low. âso fucking perfect and wetâ he praises, pushing into your belly, feeling himself.
âyou feel how deep i am baby?â⊠âyou feel how good i make you feel?â he groans forcing you to choke out words.
âi..iâ ⊠âfuckâ you moan not able to answer him. he just smirks knowing the control he has over you.
you start to tighten and pulse around him holding onto the table for balance. you were always used to a quick fuck with rafe. this all started a year ago when you both were drunk at midsummer and he took you to his boat and fucked you.
âwhere do you want me to cum, baby?â rafe asks, as you both start to feel the fiery feeling in the pit of your stomach, ready for release.
âin me.â you manage to moan out, arching your back and feeling your release come closer. âfuck.â rafe moans throwing his head back and thrusting faster. âwe need to stop doing this.â he refers to the no condom usage. âbut it feels.. too good not to.â
âcum fâme, baby.â he says holding his groan, placing his hand on your clit, rubbing just enough for you to cum.
âoh, fuck rafe.â you cry out quietly trying to keep your moans low. âi told you to be quiet didn't i?â he brings a hand up to your mouth, as you both cum.
the tightening of your pussy clenching around him sends him into the most pleasurable state he's ever been in. as for you, you were a moaning mess against his hand that was muffling your sounds, only making him drive into you faster, sending you over the edge from your orgasm.
âholy fuckâ you finally let out, when his hand pulls away and he starts to slow down. your head dropping forward as your shaky hands try their best to hold you up and your legs try to stable themselves.
he pulls out slowly letting out a final groan. you both say nothing as you pull on your pants.
âiâll pick you up on the boat tomorrow night?â he questions but it was more of an plan. all you can do is nod, still trying to catch your breath.
he smirks kissing you on the forehead before leaving and probably on his way to find his wife. but all you could do was smirk knowing his cum is dripping down your legs and not hers.
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white button up- harry j potter x reader
p: harry j potter x fem! reader w: unprotected SMUT (p in v, wrap before you tap), oral (fem receiving), fingering, kinda fluff, dom! harry, harry has a private dorm cause yea summary: after a long quidditch practice, harry enters his dorm to find his girlfriend wearing something of his. a/n: trying to write smut. sorry if its not the greatest. this has been sitting in the drafts for a good minute so i decided to get it out in honor of harry's birthday recently <3
Harry was returning to his dorm after a very long and tiring quidditch practice. The first game was right around the corner and it was against the Slytherins, so Harry had to make sure they were prepared.
All Harry was focused on now was seeing his girlfriend, who is currently waiting for him in his private dorm. They haven't been able to spend time together with Harry's quidditch practices, (Y/N)'s tutoring sessions with the younger years and NEWT classes.
Harry had finally gotten to his dorm room. He lightly knocked it before opening the door and entering.
"(Y/N) love, I'm here," Harry said as he sets down his stuff by the door.
The moment Harry looked up, he was graced with a stunning view, one he wasn't expecting.
(Y/N) sat on his bed reading her charms book. But it was what she was wearing that caught the boy off guard. She was in a white button up, but not just any white button up. It was one of his from his trunk. It was slightly big, hanging off one of her shoulders, exposing the soft skin.
"Oh, hey Harry," (Y/N) responded once taking notice of the boy.
The girl had set the book down on the bed before getting up to greet the boy. Harry stood still, mesmerized by the little clothing on his girlfriend's body. He could feel the blood rushing to his crotch.
"Is that mine?" He questioned, despite knowing the answer.
(Y/N) felt her face get warmer. "Oh, yeah. I just decided to get more comfy while I wait for you. I can change back if you want."
"No no!" Harry responded. "I was just a little shocked that's all."
"You sure?"
"Yes," said Harry as he placed his hands are her waist. "Besides, I think it looks better on you than me."
A small giggle slipped out of (Y/N)'s mouth. "Oh, you think so?"
"I know so."
(Y/N) begun leaning closer to Harry, much to his delight. He followed, meeting her in the middle as their lips touch. (Y/N)'s hands move up to wrap around Harry's neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss. His hold on her tightened a bit, not wanting to let go.
Unfortunately for Harry, (Y/N) was the first to break the kiss.
"So, what did you want to do?" She asked him. "I can help you with your homework since I already finished mine."
"I have a better idea," Harry said, rubbing her waist.
"Oh? What is it?"
"This."
The boy pulled her back into a kiss, his hands gripping her waist. Harry slid one of his hands down to her ass, squeezing it. The feeling made her gasp, allowing Harry to slide his tongue into her mouth. The two began fighting for dominance, but like always, Harry would win.
Harry broke the kiss, leading (Y/N) to lay on his bed. He climbs above her, one of his hands hovering over the buttons of her (his) shirt. He looks at her, gazing into her sparkling eyes.
"May I?"
"You may," she assures him.
Harry unbuttons the shirt on (Y/N)'s body. Once he buttoned the last button, he moves each side of the shirt, revealing what was underneath. His green eyes ogling at her breasts, he brought has hands up to cup them before he knead them.
"You like this?" Harry asked her, knowing she did.
Harry leans down and takes one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it while his hand tweak the other one. A small noise falls from her mouth. He felt her hands move up to his dark hair, slightly tugging on it. Now that's how Harry knows that he's making her feel good.
He switches, making sure each one gets attention (as well as purple bruises). He began moving down towards her cunt, covered in lace panties.
Harry looks up at (Y/N), silently asking if he could continue. She nods. The boy hooked his fingers under her panties and slid them off her legs.
"Look at you," Harry groans. "All wet for me."
The boy stuck his tongue out, dragging it up her cunt. The taste of her had invaded his senses.
"And you taste so good."
Harry proceeded to stick a finger inside her and begins to suck at her clit. The feeling was all too good to (Y/N), who was starting to reach her high as Harry was eating her out.
"Harry, I'm gonna-"
But the boy pulled away before she could climax, which left her a bit frustrated.
"What'd you do that for?"
Harry smirked. "Can't let you cum yet. Gotta wait 'til I'm in you."
The girl whined as she pulsed around nothing. "Well what are you waiting for then?"
The boy climbed back over her, a mischievous grin plastered on his face as his green eyes examined her.
"Beg."
"What?" (Y/N) was confused.
"I want you to beg for it."
The girl huffed. "As if-" Her words were caught in her mouth as she left Harry's fingers plunge back inside her.
"Tell me what you want." Harry demanded as he slowly moved his fingers. "Or else I'll leave you be and you can make yourself cum."
(Y/N) pouted, deciding to swallow her pride for her pleasure.
"Please Harry." She says as she tugs on the waistband of his pants. "I want you to make me come. I want to feel you inside me."
"Yea?"
"Harry," she whines out. "Please."
"Help me take these off then," Harry tells her, referring to his pants.
The girl clumsily pulls down Harry's pants and boxers, the latter helping her in removing them entirely. He removed his quidditch sweater, returning to his position on top of her. As (Y/N) looked up at her boyfriend's green eyes, they seemed to soften upon her gaze.
"You sure you want this?" Harry asks her.
(Y/N) nods. "I do Harry."
He positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the tip against her wetness before pushing in. (Y/N) winced at the slight pain, which caused Harry to stop and look up at her.
"You alright? We can stop if you want to."
"No! I'm alright, you can keep going."
After being reassured, Harry continue to push in until he was completely inside her. He lets out a groan as he feels her pulse around him.
"Bloody hell, you're so tight," Harry says to her. "Feels so good."
Harry begins to thrust into her, slowly but deep. A moan slips from (Y/N)'s mouth, boosting his ego. Harry grabs the back of (Y/N)'s legs, wrapping them around him before he started to move faster. The sensation causing (Y/N) to arch her back, her chest pressing against Harry's. Her hands were wrapped around his back, clawing against it.
(Y/N) brought one of her hands downward, playing with her clit. Harry took notice of this and grabbed her hand, pinning it above her head. The action caused her to gasp.
"Only I get to touch it this time." Harry said to her.
He kept one of his hands pinning (Y/N)'s above her hand as his other one went back down to where the girl originally had hers. The feeling had (Y/N) closer to her high. It was too good.
"Harry, I think I'm gonna cum."
"Shit, I think I am too."
Harry's movements became faster and sloppier as the two reached their climax. (Y/N) was the first to let go, cumming around Harry's cock.
Harry quickly pulled out, pumping himself and letting his cum spill onto (Y/N)'s stomach. He stayed above her for a moment, admiring the view in front of him. His girlfriend covered in his cum as she is recovering from her high. Such a pretty sight to see.
"You're alright?" Harry asks (Y/N).
She responds with a nod. "Yea, I'm alright."
Harry smiles, kissing her forehead. "I'll be back then."
He moved away to grab a damp cloth from his connecting washroom, helping to clean up the mess he left on her. Once the two were cleaned up, they laid back on Harry's bed, his arms wrapped around his girl as he kissed her lips.
"You know," Harry began. "You should wear my stuff more often."
"Oh really?" (Y/N) asked. "Does that mean we'll get more moments like this?"
"Maybe."
The girl giggled before a yawn slipped her mouth.
"You should rest now darling."
She nods, shifting herself to be more comfortable.
"I love you Harry."
"I love you too, (Y/N)," He said to her as he joins her in a much needed rest.
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THE CONTRACTED HEART â Rafe Cameron (06)
MASTERLIST | Basketball Player & Model!Female Reader
Summary: Rafe Cameron, a basketball star, needs a marriage to fix his image, while Model!Reader needs one for citizenship. They may be the perfect solution for each other.
Warnings: smut, descriptions of violence, jealousy, usage of drugs, talks about body image/ed, angst, and lots of bickering. Reader is confident, a people-pleaser, has a traumatic past, and is a sunshine with an attitude. Rafe is a whore, possessive, cocky, and secretive about his past.
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Aliyah's Notes: after the calamity of ch5 i present u ch6.... enjoy it. or not. AND IM SORRY FOR THE ENDING đ„đ©đ
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It's been days. Or weeks? You didnât even know anymore. The calendar on your phone kept reminding you, but you stopped counting. Maybe if you ignored the world long enough, itâll forget you existed. Maybe if you stayed in this apartment, you could disappear into these four walls like you were never here in the first place.
Numbers. You used to count them, obsess over them, keep track of every passing hour. But now, time feels... irrelevant. Whatâs the point of knowing how long youâve been sinking when no oneâs coming to pull you out?
The silence feels... safe. No one to judge you. No one to see the mess youâve become. Itâs funny, thoughâpeople always see what they want to see. The headlines called you a goddess, an untouchable force of beauty and success. But what would they say if they knew the truth? That the girl in their glossy magazines could barely stand to look at herself anymore.
You hated this. The lying, the pretending. Nina thought you were just going through a rough patch, but she didnât know how deep the cracks went. It wasnât supposed to be like this. You werenât supposed to be this anymoreâbroken, fragile, teetering on the edge again. You swore youâd never come back to this place. But itâs funny how easy it is to fall back into old habits, how fast the darkness creeps in when no oneâs watching.
No oneâs watching.
Maybe thatâs for the best. Let them keep seeing the version of you they wanted to seeâthe confident supermodel, the girl who had it all. Let them believe the lie, because the truth? The truth was ugly. The truth was youâve been staring at your phone for days, hopingâno, needingâfor a message, for something from him.
But nothing.
He was in Missouri. Working, you guessed. You didnât even know when he was coming back. He didnât say.Â
You hated him for that. But you hated yourself more for caring. For letting him in, even when you knew better. For thinking, for just one second, that maybeâjust maybeâthere was something real between you, beneath all the lies you told the world.
But none of it was real. Not the dating, not the smiles, not the person they thought you were. You were a fraud. A perfect, golden fraud wrapped up in designer clothes and empty promises. And the worst part was, you were too tired to fight it anymore. Maybe this was who you were now. A girl who hid in her apartment, waiting for the world to forget she existed.
Or maybe it already happened.
The sound of the door creaking open started you, pulling you out of the spiral youâve been sinking into. You didnât even need to look up to know who it was. No one else had the key to your apartment beside her.
âAre you kidding me, Y/N?â Ninaâs voice cut through the heavy silence like a knife. âThis is the third time this week. How long do you think you can keep doing this?â
You didnât respond.
Nina stromed in, slamming the door behind her, and you heard her heels clacking on the floor as she made her way to the living room. âYouâre not answering your phone. Youâre not responding to emails. You missed three shoots! People are asking questions, Y/N. What do you think Iâm supposed to tell them?â
You stayed silent, curling deeper into the couch. Maybe if you didnât look at her, sheâll go away. Maybe sheâll finally get the hint that you didnât want to be saved.
But Nina wasnât the type to back off. âNo,â she snapped. âYou donât get to ignore me, not today. You need to get up. You need to fix this, Y/N. You think you can just hide away forever? Is that the plan? Because let me tell you, honey, the world wonât wait for you to get your shit together.â
She stood in front of you now, hands on her hips, glaring down at you like a disappointed mother. Her usually immaculate hair was slightly disheveled, and you could tell by the tension in her jaw that sheâs been worrying.Â
âTalk to me, honey,â she said, her voice lower now. âThis isnât you. You donât just disappear like this. What happened? Is it Rafe? Is it work? Are you back toâŠâ her voice trailed off, but the question hanged in the air, heavy and unspoken.Â
You couldnât look at her. The shame curled in your chest, making in hard to breathe. She didnât know. She didnât know how badly youâve relapsed, how badly everything felt like it was slipping out of control again. And you couldnât bring yourself to say it. Not to her. Not to anyone.
âWhenâs the last time you even showered? Eaten something decent? Your careerâs on the line. Everything weâve worked for is on the line. You canât just⊠give up like this.â
Her words hit like slaps, each one stinging, but you still didnât move. You couldnât.
Nina huffed, pacing now, her frustration spilling over. âI donât know what happened between you and Rafe, and honestly, I donât care. But whatever it is, you donât get to throw your life away because of it. Youâre stronger than this, Y/N. I know you are. So why the hell are you letting this break you?â
You flinched at the word âbreak.â Because thatâs what it feels like. Like youâre already broken, shattered into a million pieces, and you didnât even know how to start putting yourself back together.
Nina crouched down in front of you, her voice softening, her eyes searching yours. âTalk to me, honey. Please. Tell me whatâs going on. I canât help you if you donât let me in.â
For a moment, you almost did. You almost told her everythingâthe text, the relapse, the endless void youâve been sinking into. But the words caught in your throat, choking you. Whatâs the point in talking when nothing will change?
You shook your head, your voice barely a whisper. âIâm fine.â
Ninaâs eyes narrowed. âDonât give me that bullshit. Youâre not fine. Youâre far from it. You think I havenât seen you like this before? Youâre not fooling anyone, Y/N.â
She stood, her frustration bubbling back to the surface. âYou need to snap out of it. Because in five days, youâre getting engaged to Rafe Cameron, whether you like it or not. And a week after that, youâre walking down the aisle. You canât afford to fall apart now.â
You swallowed hard, the weight of her words pressing down on you like a lead blanket. The engagement. The wedding. The lies. It all felt so suffocating, so inevitable.
Nina crossed her arms, her voice firm. âSo hereâs whatâs going to happen. Youâre going to get up, youâre going to shower, and youâre going to pull yourself together. Because tomorrow, youâve got a charity event with Rafe, and youâre going to smile for the cameras and make everyone believe that youâre still that perfect, golden girl they love.â
You wanted to scream at her, tell her you couldn't do it, that you didn't even know how to pretend anymore. But instead, you nodded numbly, sinking deeper into the fog that had settled over your mind.
Nina sighed, her voice softening again as she headed toward the door. "I'll be back tomorrow morning. And I swear, Y/N, if you're still in this state when I get here, I will personally drag you to that charity event."
The door closed behind her with a soft click, leaving you alone with the weight of everything she'd just said.
You hadnât slept. Not really. Just laid there, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out how you were supposed to pretend like everything was fine when every part of you was falling apart. You could still hear Ninaâs voice in your head, telling you to pull yourself together, to be the golden girl everyone expected you to be.Â
You dragged yourself out of bed, your body heavy. Your legs felt weak, and your mind feltl worse. Everything was numb, but somehow you still felt the pain. You stumbled into the bathroom, turning the water on without thinking. The cold spray hit your skin like tiny needes, and you stood there for a while, trying to let the string wake you up. But it didnât workâyou were still in that fog.
When you finally stepped out of the shower, you didnât even bother looking in the mirror. It didnât matter. You grabbed the first thing you sawâa plain black sweater, loose and oversized, and a pair of jeans that didnât quite fit right anymore. You didnât even try with your hair, just pulled it back into a bun. No makeup. What was the point? It wasnât like anyone cared what you looked like today.
When you got to the office, the tension hit you the moment you walked through the door. Your stomach twisted as you made your way down the hallway, each step heavier than the last. You could feel your pulse in your throat, your chest tightening with every breath. You shouldnât have cared. You shouldnât. But as you pushed open the door to the conference room and saw him sitting thereâRafe, looking like he hadnât been bothered by a single thingâyou felt the anger bubbling up, hot and sharp.
It started as a familiar ache that had been building ever since the night he walked out of your apartment without a word. Two weeks. Fourteen days of silence. Fourteen nights spent waiting for a text that never came, hoping for even the smallest explanation, something to make sense of the hollow space heâd left behind.
Day 1. Monday, 2:42 AM
You: âHey. Are you home? LMK, just to be safe.â
Day 2. Tuesday, 8:18 AM
You: âIâm still so confused about what happened last night, but letâs talk when you have a minute.â
Day 3. Wednesday, 5.32 PM
You: âLook, if youâre mad at me, just say it! I thought we were good, what the hell?â
Day 4. Friday, 11:04 PM
You: âItâs been days and I still donât understand why you left like this.â
Day 5. Sunday, 3:27 PM
You: âFuck you. I don't know why I keep texting. I know youâre seeing my texts, even though Iâm on delivered. Just tell me if youâre done with this.â
Day 5. Sunday, 10:41 PM
You: âWhy am I acting like Iâm the one who fucked up? I didnât do anything wrong. You left me like I was nothing, and your only explanation was a shitty rom-com excuse. I thought we were friends, Rafe.â
Day 5: Sunday, 11:36 PM
You: âI hope you rot in your shit ass apartment, but trust that I will show up to one of your stupid games with a sign that says âSmall Dick Ghosterâ in big, glittery letters. And I hope Chiara will hug you so hard that sheâll end up strangling you to death. Fuck you, again!â
And there he was, sitting there like none of it had happened, like you were still just strangers playing a game. His posture relaxed, that effortless confidence radiating from him, his gaze fixed on the papers in front of him, completely indifferent.
It infuriated youâthe ease with which he moved on, the way he could look so composed, so completely unbothered, as if he hadnât abandoned you in that moment when you were raw and vulnerable. Like it meant nothing. Like you meant nothing.
Every part of you screamed to confront him, to demand an explanation for the silence, the absence, the complete disregard. You could feel the hurt clawing up from your chest, tangling with the anger that burned hotter with each passing second. He was so close, but somehow, he felt miles away.
So instead, you steeled yourself, locking down the hurt, burying it beneath the anger that simmered just beneath the surface. You wouldnât let him see the effect he had on you, wouldnât give him the power to know just how much his absence had shattered you. Noâhe would get nothing from you. Not a word, not a glance, not a single sign of the turmoil raging inside you.
You walked past him without a word, each step heavy with the weight of the anger you swallowed down. Let him sit there, pretending like nothing was wrong. Let him think he could ignore you, dismiss you, erase you from his life without consequence. Because you would make sure he felt every bit of the coldness he had left you with, every ounce of the hurt heâd carved into you.
Ignoring him was the only power you had left, the only way to keep the anger from spilling over, from breaking you down entirely. And if he thought he could continue on as if the past two weeks hadnât happened, then he was going to learn just how wrong he was.
Nicolas cleared his throat, breaking the silence that had settled over the room. âHi, you twoâweâve got a lot to go over, and the timeline is tight. The engagement is in five days, and the wedding is scheduled for a week after that. So we need to finalize the details todayâfood, decorations, dresses, the guest listâŠâ
You couldnât focus. The words blurred together a dull hum in the background as you stared down at the table. Rafe said something, his voice casual, but you tuned it out. You didnât want to hear him.
Sabrina spoke next, her tone brighter, more enthusiastic. âThe audience is really enjoying you together, by the way. Ever since your date, and especially after the pictures from Kelceâs party where you two were cuddled up? People are in love with the idea of you and Rafe together. So, good job, guys.â
Your stomach churned at her words. Cuddled up. Like you were some happy couple.
âAnd tomorrow,â she continued. âYouâll need to make another public appearance together. Itâs a charity event for cancer awareness. A perfect opportunity for more good press. The public is expecting you two to show up as the perfect coupleâaffectionate, in love, all of that.â
In love.
You bit down on the inside of your cheek so hard you tasted blood. This was the part where you were supposed to smile and nod, agree to hold his hand and play the role of the devoted future fiancée. But all you felt was the tension building, the weight of the lie pressing down on you until it was suffocating.
Rafe shifted in his seat, and you could feel his eyes on you, but you still didnât look at him. Rafe felt an uneasy twist in his stomach. You looked⊠different. Disheveled, almost. Your sweater hung losely over your shoulders, practically swallowing your frame, and he could see dark shadows under your eyes that hadnât been there before. You seemed smaller somehow, your usual energy muted, replaced by something tense and fragile.
Rafeâs gaze dropped to your hands, noticing how your fingers fidgeted restlessly, twisting and tugging at your sleeves. Your leg was bouncing under the table, tapping out an anxious rhythm that only he seemed to notice. Every small movement, every nervous habitâyou looked like you were holding yourself back, like there was something simmering beneath the surface, ready to break free.
You still hadnât looked at him, hadnât given him a single glance, and that bothered him more than he wanted to admit. Youâd been messaging him, and heâd been⊠well, avoiding it, convincing himself it was for the best. But seeing you now, seeing the wear and tear heâd left behind, he couldnât shake the guilt.
Rafeâs chest tightened. Heâd expected you to be angry, maybe annoyed. But this? You looked worn down, frayed at the edges, like you've been carrying a weight no one else could see.
You didnât remember most of the details they were talking about. Your mind drifted in and out of focus as they went on about the guest list, the food, the decorations. All you heard were wordsâdresses, flowers, venues. None of it felt real. It was as if you were watching someone elseâs life unfold in front of you, just sitting there, an outsider in your own story.
âThe wedding will be televised, of course,â Sabrina says, flipping through her notes, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of it all. âAnd with a full press presence. We want every detail to reflect both of your public personas. Elegant, grand, but also with an intimate, personal feelâsomething that tells a story about who you both are.â
Who we were. I almost laughed at the irony. I didn't even know who I was right now, much less who we were.
âWe were thinking of something grand but elegant. A modern luxury wedding. White roses, lots of gold accents. Maybe something at the estate in the Hamptons?â
You glanced at the board, at all the glossy, pristine images of weddings that could belong to anyone. None of them felt like you.
âDo you have any preferences?â Sabrina asked, smiling like this is the most exciting conversation in the world. âColors, themes, anything thatâs important to you?â
"Actually," you finally broke your silence, your voice coming out quietly, but the words landing heavily in the room. "Iâd like the ceremony to reflect... my background." You could feel Rafe's eyes on you again, but for once, you didnât care. This wasnât about him.
Sabrina blinked, taken aback, but she quickly nodded, jotting down notes as if she were open to whatever you had in mind. "Of course, that could be beautiful. Were you thinking about specific details?"
You hesitated for a moment, uncertain if theyâd take you seriously, but you pressed on. "Yes. The colors⊠the decorations. I want there to be vibrant colorsânot just whites and pastels, but deep greens, maroons, and gold. The way weâd have them back home. And for the flowers⊠jasmine and roses. Thatâs what we use for weddings where Iâm from. I want it to feel like... like part of my heritage."
Nicolas raised an eyebrow, as if he hadnât expected you to care about any of this. But he just nodded, his pen moving across his notepad. "We can definitely arrange that. A traditional, multicultural theme would add a unique touch to the event, I think. Itâll definitely resonate with the press and the viewers."
You didnât care if it resonated. It wasnât for themâit was for you, a sliver of authenticity in this whole farce.
Then Sabrinaâs voice broke into your thoughts. "And of course, the dress. Have you given any thought to what you want? Or would you like us to arrange for a stylist to go over options with you?"
Your heart twisted at the mention of the dress. The one thing youâd always imagined as a girlâthe dress youâd wear at your own wedding. Only, youâd never thought it would be for this.
"Iâd like to include some of my culture there too," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe... a fusion. Something elegant and modern but with hints of traditional South Asian bridal elements. Like embroidery or... beadwork. Maybe even henna if it wouldnât look out of place."
Sabrina seemed to light up at the idea. "That would be stunning. We can definitely work with that! I know several designers who specialize in fusing traditional and contemporary styles."
She was still talking, but the air around you felt thicker, as though the room was closing in. You could sense Rafeâs gaze without even looking at him, the weight of his silence pressing into you.
You zoned out again, your mind wandering back to the last wedding you attended. The colors, the music, the way the brideâs lehenga shimmered under the sun as she walked down the aisle. Youâd always thought your wedding would be like thatâfull of life and celebration, surrounded by people who loved you.
Instead, you were planning a wedding for the cameras, for people who didnât know you.
The sudden, sharp knock on the door cut through the stillness like a jolt of cold water. Your head shot up from the pillow, heart hammering in your chest. For a moment, the world felt like it was still. The quiet of your apartment, the thick fog still clouding your thoughts. You didnât want to get up. You didnât want to face the world outside of this bed, this cocoon of emptiness youâd wrapped yourself in for days.
Another knock, this one louder, more demanding.
âY/N!â Ninaâs voice came through the door, sharp and impatient. âYou better not still be in bed, because I swearââ
The door swung open before you could even make a sound, Nina storming in, wearing the same determined, unbothered expression she always had when she was on a mission. You tried to bury your face back into the pillow, but she wasnât having it. Her hand reached down, grabbing the covers and yanking them off with force. You shivered as the cold air hit your skin, the warmth of the blankets yanked away along with any shred of comfort youâd been clinging to.
âGet up.â Nina wasnât asking. She was commanding. âYouâve got a charity event today, and Rafe is already at the venue. We donât have time for your pity party.â
You squinted at her, still half-wrapped in your sheets like a burrito, and mumbled from underneath the pillow, âCanât you just⊠I donât know⊠handle it for me? Go in my place. Youâd look great in a gown.â
She cocked an eyebrow. âOh, Iâd look amazing, but you and I both know I donât have that kind of charisma.â
âTrue,â you admitted, peeking out from under the pillow.Â
Nina raised her hands in mock surrender. âExactly. Now, up. Iâm not playing with you today.â
Before you could even protest, she yanked the covers off you with a dramatic flourish, leaving you to shiver in nothing but your oversized T-shirt. It was a miracle you didnât roll off the bed in the process.
âCome on, Y/N. Letâs go.â Nina didnât wait for you to even get a grip on reality before heading straight for your closet, rummaging through your clothes like she was on a mission. âYouâre going to look so good today that Rafe might just start thinking you actually like him.â
You shot her a glare that couldâve frozen water, but she just smirked, tossing a black dress onto the bed like she was some fashion fairy sent to save you from yourself.
âIâm not going,â you said flatly.
âOh, yes, you are.â Nina threw a matching pair of heels onto the bed with the same casual flick of the wrist she used to dismiss your protests. âBecause you will look stunning, and you will show up.â
You sat up slowly, rubbing your face. âWhat is it with you people? Why does everyone keep trying to drag me out of bed? Itâs like Iâm the worldâs most reluctant celebrity.â
âBecause you are.â Nina grinned, holding up your dress like she was presenting the Holy Grail. âBut, hey, guess what? Youâre really good at it. So stop sulking and get your glam on. Youâre the star of the show today.â
You let out a theatrical sigh. âOh, joy.â
Nina didnât even flinch. âIâm not asking for a performance. Just put on the damn dress and show up. You can pretend to be miserable, and Iâll pretend Iâm not a miracle worker for getting you out of here.â
You hesitated for just a moment, then dragged yourself out of bed with a grunt. âFine.â
âOh, by the way, Aishaâs going to be there. She practically begged me to make sure you show.â
Your eyes snapped open. Aisha Patel. Your best friend and, quite honestly, the only person in your life who could drag you out of bed with a single text. Sheâs been your best friend since youâd arrived in the States. Sheâd been away for five monthsâlonger than ever beforeâworking on some high-profile project in Switzerland. You hadnât seen her in ages.
âYouâre kidding,â you mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. âAishaâs coming?â
Nina smiled smugly. âYep. Sheâs flown back for the event. Can you imagine the drama if you donât show up? Sheâll never let you live it down.â
You sighed, a smile tugging at your lips. âGod, I missed her.â
âMe too,â Nina said, her voice softening for just a second. âBut you still have to get up. Like now.â
You looked at the dress Nina had already picked out, a sleek white gown that somehow made you feel both glamorous and like you were about to attend a royal gala. âFine. Iâm up. Iâm dressed.â
Nina, who was already rummaging through your closet like a pro, grinned. âYou look absolutely beautiful, honey,â she noticed your weight loss but decided to not speak on it, in fear itâll make you relapse⊠if only she knew. âChiaraâs also going to be there...â
You froze, the mention of Chiara Romano sending a cold shiver down your spine. Youâd told Nina everything about the Chiara encounterâher subtle digs, the way she made you feel like you were just another passing phase in Rafeâs life. Sheâd made things uncomfortable enough at Kelceâs party, and now you had to face her again?
âWhat? Fucking why?â
âHer fatherâs the one running the whole damn event,â she explained. âIâm surprised you havenât heard of her or her family because theyâre pretty famous, especially in the entertainment and events world. So, get ready for a day full of small talk, fake smiles, and people who will pry into your private life.â
You sighed. âHow perfect is that?â
You stood in front of the mirror, trying to shake off the heavy weight of everything swirling in your head. You glanced at the clock. You were running out of time.
You reached for your hair tie, pulling it through your tangled locks. Your hair had grown longer than you remembered, and you decided to tie it up in a messy, yet elegant bunâone that would allow a few soft, curly strands to escape and frame your face. It was casual but chicâclassic you. You let a few strands fall loosely, giving the bun a less formal, more effortless vibe. After a moment of satisfaction, you moved on to the makeup.
A soft, dewy glow covered your skin, nothing too dramatic. You didnât want to feel caked in layers today, just enough to enhance your features. You applied a touch of blush to your cheeks, just a hint, to keep the look fresh. A thin line of mascara lengthened your lashes, and your signature lip combo was the finishing touch. Simple. Comfortable.
As you turned to check yourself one last time, you heard Nina's voice from the other room.
âY/N! We need to go now. Rafe's texting me and heâs getting antsy. Heâs apparently already at the event!â
You sighed, feeling the familiar rush of anxiety settle into your stomach. The mirror reflected a version of you that was ready for the world, but the world, especially tonight, wasnât ready for this version of you. But as the pressure of the event built up, you couldnât deny the uncertainty gnawing at you.
When you made your way into the living room, Nina was pacing, her phone glued to her ear. She shot you a quick, approving glance. âLooking good. Letâs go.â
As you grabbed your clutch, ready to face whatever tonight had in store, the doorbell rang. Your heart skipped a beat. Was it Aisha? Maybe sheâd arrived early, wanting to meet up before the event?
But when you opened the door, your breath caught.
Standing in the doorway wasnât Aisha.
It was Rafe.
He was in a suitâsharp, looking like he belonged in a magazine ad for high-end fashionâbut his eyes, dark and intense, held something more than just a desire to impress. He had the look of a man who knew he had messed up.
His words hit you before you could even process them. âYou look stunning. I wanted to make sure youâre okay... before all this.â The sincerity in his voice made your heart thump a little faster, and you hated yourself for it.
The words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you just stood there, blinking at him. You hadnât expected him to show upâespecially not with that kind of intensity in his eyes.
You exhaled slowly, your arms instinctively crossing over your chest, your posture defensive. The audacity of this guy.
âReally?â You scoffed, trying to mask the vulnerability creeping up your spine with sharp sarcasm. âNow you care?â
Rafe seemed to falter at that, but he quickly recovered, taking a small step closer, but not enough to make you feel cornered. âIâve always cared, Y/N. You know that.â His voice was quieter this time, and the sincerity in his eyes almost made your resolve crack.
âDo I?â you shot back, stepping out of the doorway and giving him a once-over, your gaze icy. âBecause you sure had a funny way of showing it.â
Rafe winced, a flash of guilt flickering in his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight. âI messed up, okay? I shouldâve reached out. I didnât know what to say, but I shouldâve just... shown up.â
You rolled your eyes, the anger simmering beneath your skin rising again. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, not from the sight of him, but from the frustration that had been building over the past two weeks. âYou didnât know what to say? You think showing up fixes two weeks of silence? Just like that?â
He took a step forward, his face tightening, as though he was bracing himself for a confrontation. "I wasnât sure what to do," he said, his voice lowering. "I thought... maybe you needed space. I thought if I gave you time, it would be better." He ran a hand through his hair, frustration clear in his expression. âI was trying to do the right thing.â
You stared at him for a long moment, the audacity of his words settling like a lump in your throat. âSpace?â you asked, your voice low, incredulous. âYou thought ghosting me for two weeks would give me space?âÂ
Rafeâs face twisted in guilt, but it didnât matter. You werenât going to let him off the hook.
âDid you at least see my texts?â you demanded, anger rising in your throat.
"Y/N, youâre needed at the car right now!" Nina called, stopping Rafe in his tracks of answering. Before you could walk away, Rafe reached out, his hand closing around your wrist, pulling you back gently.
"Wait," he murmured, his thumb brushing your skin.
You stared up at Rafe, your breath caught in your throat, uncertainty swirling in your chest. The air between you two felt charged, a thousand unspoken questions hanging in the balance. Your pulse was racing, but before you could voice any of them, Nina practically shoved you both into the elevator. Her hand pressed the button for the ground floor as she threw your heels at you, the sharp click of the stilettos punctuating the tension.
You caught them on instinct. The elevator descended, and your mind was still spiraling, trying to piece together what the hell was happening. What the fuckâthis distance between you and Rafe?Â
But just as the elevator doors opened, the sound of a familiar car door slamming outside caught your attention. A quiet thud, followed by the sound of heels clicking against pavement. Your instincts were on alert, an uneasy feeling crawling under your skin.
And when you turned to look, you saw someone stepping out of the car.
Someone who shouldnât be here.
âI was wondering when weâd get the chance to catch up.â
chapter seven
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something something dark!logan who puts reader in dangerous situations so he can save her and then convince her that no one is safe and heâs the only one she can trust. is it bad that i find the thought of logan baby trapping me hot?
(this is not proofread, i wrote this in like 30 minutes)
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the first time he sees you, something primal unlocks in him. youâre suddenly the only thing he can think about, your sweet smile taking over his dreams. he wants you in a way heâs never wanted anything before, willing to do anything you ask of him, willing to kill anyone who so much as looks at you the wrong way.
every time he sees your smile drop heâs filled with a murderous rage.Â
but when heâs around you, the world slows down. thereâs only you and him and the tension between you. your friends tell you that heâs dangerous, heâs angry and drunk all the time, but you just stare at them in confusion because heâs never so much as raised his voice at you.
so you wave off your friends worries, telling them that heâs an absolute sweetheart and maybe he just has a bad reputation, but you know him.
he invites you to go to a bar with him and you agree enthusiastically. you love spending time with him, and this is sounding almost like a date. you get all dolled-up for him, hopeful that something in your relationship will shift tonight.Â
you agreed to meet at the bar, so you wait outside the building for logan, bouncing on the balls of your feet. thatâs when a man approaches you, big and burly and asking what youâre doing all dressed up and alone. he drags you into the alley beside the bar, but before anything can happen, the man is being thrown into the wall.
logan stabs the guy in the chest with his claws, letting the blood run down his hand. because while he was the one who paid the guy to do this to you, he still couldnât stand the sight of another manâs hands on you. so he brings his fist down again, claws puncturing the manâs lungs. and again and again and again, until you have to pull him off the bloody corpse.
the minute his eyes meet yours, it's like he becomes a completely new person. he drives you home, a hand on your thigh. he holds you close when you cry in his arms, whispering that heâs so sorry he wasnât there to protect you, that he should have offered to drive you, that he should have known someone would try to hurt you, because youâre beautiful and pure and the world is a wretched place that wants to destroy souls like yours.
you start dating and logan becomes even more protective and jealous. now that he knows what it's like to have you, heâll do anything to keep you.
so he stages dangerous situations, manipulates you into falling right into the traps heâs laid out, and every time he comes to rescue you. heâs the hero of your story, and you tell him that, laying with your head on his chest one night.
but he still doesnât feel like it's enough. the animal in him longs to call you his, to claim you permanently. to mate with you, to breed you.Â
so he convinces you to move in with him, something thatâs pretty easy after he hires someone to break into your apartment. he observes your routines, memorises your little daily schedules, and when youâre in the shower he switches out your birth control pills for placebo ones.
when he fucks you itâs hard and rough. itâs the only time he lets himself be something other than gentle with you, because he knows how much you love it, can smell your arousal growing with every thrust, can feel how wet you are around him. you cry out his name, grasping desperately at his arms, shoulders, back, anywhere you can reach really, for some sort of support.
youâre so out of it that you donât notice when he cums deep inside you instead of pulling out like youâd asked. he keeps fucking his cum into you, pushing it deeper. when the afterglow of your orgasm fades and you feel his cum leaking out of you, you freak out, pushing him off you.
but he asks, âarenât you on birth control?â and after a long conversation he convinces you that itâll be fine, thatâs what birth control is for, and besides, doesnât it feel better raw? donât you love the feeling of his thick cum shooting inside you, coating your insides, claiming you?
youâre terrified when you find out you're pregnant, and logan acts just as shocked, as if he couldnât smell when you were ovulating and hadnât planned to breed you as many times as he could during that period to make sure it stuck.Â
he tells you that no matter what heâll be by your side, that heâs never really thought about settling down and being a family man but that heâs never felt for anyone what he feels for you, and the thought of having a child with you, someone thatâs half your dna and half his, your love for each other in a physical form, sounds wonderful.
and then one day, after your daughter is born, as youâre watching logan holding her in his large arms, you admit that you knew he was borderline stalking you before you two started dating, and you knew after the third time that the men attacking you were being hired to do so, and you knew when he switched out your birth control.
and you confess to him that no oneâs ever really loved you the way logan does, completely and unconditionally, and even if loganâs a little unhinged and obsessive about making sure you wonât leave him, you appreciate that quality. because he wouldnât go through all that effort and all that trouble if he didnât care about you.
logan, who thought it was impossible to love you any more than he already did, feels himself fall in love all over again at that confession.
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Fantasy Come to Life
Day 23 â Consensual Non-Consent đ Max Verstappen
Warnings: 18+ content, CNC, drugging, and conditioning
Kinktober Masterlist
The streets of Monaco glimmer under the soft afternoon sun, a golden haze coating the narrow lanes of boutiques and cafés. Your sandals click against the cobblestone as you make your way towards the boutique district.
Excitement pulses in your veins. The air smells of salt from the sea mixed with expensive perfumes wafting from open shop doors. A vacation, you think. Finally, a breath of freedom.
Thereâs a group of tourists ahead, their laughter bouncing between the buildings, but you donât pay them much attention. Youâre too busy thinking about the new dress youâve been eyeing since last night. Just a few more minutes, and youâll-
A hand. Suddenly.
Itâs over your mouth. Itâs over your nose. You barely process the scent of something sweet before your body reacts, muscles tensing as you thrash, trying to scream. But your voice is gone. Your world is tipping sideways. The bustling streets dim, muffled voices becoming far-off echoes.
You struggle. Harder now, your legs kicking wildly, hands flailing to grab onto something â anything â but itâs useless. The arms around you are too strong, pulling you back, pulling you down. The cloth over your face smells like chemicals, sickly sweet and heavy.
The light above you begins to blur. Your fingers twitch, reaching for the fading streetlights, for the sky, but everythingâs too far away. Your limbs stop responding. Youâre falling.
And then â nothing.
***
When you come to, your eyelids feel impossibly heavy. Everything is hazy, dark. You try to move but your body doesnât listen. Panic flares. You can barely breathe, and your head feels like itâs stuffed with cotton.
Then you hear voices. Men, low and murmuring, their words filtering into your consciousness through the haze.
â... should be waking up soon,â one of them says. His voice is smooth, calm, like this is all perfectly normal.
âWhy her, though?â Itâs the driver, speaking in a clipped tone. The rumble of the engine thrums beneath you, the subtle vibration reminding you that youâre in a car. âThere are thousands of beautiful women here, Max. You didnât have to go through all this trouble.â
Thereâs a pause.
And then, a deeper voice, Max, answers.
âI knew the moment I saw her,â Max says, his tone dark, possessive. âSheâs meant to be mine.â
Your heart thuds. You can hear him shifting in the seat next to you, close enough that you can feel the heat of him.
The driver scoffs. âThatâs ridiculous. You donât even know her.â
âI donât need to,â Max replies smoothly. âSome things are undeniable.â
His words drip with confidence, like this is all part of some grand plan that only he understands.
You try to move again, to make a sound, but your limbs are heavy and unresponsive, and fear curls in your stomach like a fist. Youâre trapped, lying motionless in the backseat of this car with two strangers, one of whom thinks he owns you.
âSheâll resist,â the driver says. âThey always resist.â
Max chuckles, low and quiet. âOf course she will. At first.â Thereâs a pause, then you hear him shift closer, his breath warm against your cheek. âBut Iâll make her understand. Sheâll be perfect once Iâve made her mine.â
The air around you feels suffocating, his presence overwhelming. You want to scream, to cry, but your body remains limp, powerless under whatever theyâve drugged you with. You try to focus, to force your eyes open, but itâs like swimming through quicksand.
âSheâs pretty,â the driver remarks after a beat. âBut not worth all this. You really think sheâs the one?â
Max lets out a quiet laugh, a sound that sends chills down your spine. âShe is the one. Iâve seen plenty of women, but none like her.â
The driver grunts, unconvinced. âYou sound obsessed.â
âIâm not obsessed,â Max corrects him, his tone calm, deliberate. âIâm certain.â
A silence stretches between them, the only sound the hum of the engine and the faint rustle of fabric as Max leans back.
You fight against the drug still clouding your senses, trying to make sense of your surroundings. The luxurious leather beneath you, the soft vibrations of the car â this isnât just any car. Itâs expensive. You can tell by the way it smells, by the subtle way it moves over the road. These men â they arenât amateurs.
âWhatâs the plan, then?â The driver asks, breaking the silence. âYou canât just keep her like this.â
Max takes his time responding. âIâll introduce myself properly once she wakes up. Once sheâs calm.â
âAnd if sheâs not?â
âShe will be,â Max says, a thread of steel weaving into his voice. âShe doesnât have a choice.â
Your stomach churns. You try again to move, to scream, but nothing comes out. Itâs like your body is a prison, and youâre trapped inside, helpless. You feel Maxâs gaze on you, heavy, unyielding. Even though you canât see him, you know heâs watching, waiting.
âYouâre insane,â the driver mutters, shaking his head. âThis is a bad idea.â
Max doesnât respond immediately. When he does, his voice is low, quiet, almost intimate. âYou donât understand,â he says. âShe belongs to me. I knew it the moment I saw her walk out of that hotel. I could feel it.â
The driver sighs. âI still donât get it. Why go through all this trouble? Sheâs just a girl.â
âSheâs not just a girl,â Max snaps, his patience thinning. âSheâs the girl. The only one.â
Your pulse quickens. Youâve heard enough to know that whatever Max wants from you, itâs not something you can just walk away from. Thereâs something dangerous about the way he talks about you, like youâre an object, something to be claimed and owned.
âWhatever,â the driver says, clearly done with the conversation. âJust make sure you know what youâre doing.â
âI always do,â Max replies, the confidence back in his voice. âNow, keep driving.â
Thereâs a shift in the car, a turn, and you feel the momentum change as they head somewhere new. You fight to stay conscious, to fight through the fog in your mind, but itâs getting harder and harder to focus. The drugs are still working their way through your system, and you can feel yourself slipping.
Max leans in closer again, his voice soft, almost a whisper. âDonât worry,â he says. âYouâll wake up soon. And when you do, weâll start over. Properly this time.â
The car hums beneath you as it continues its journey, and with every second that passes, you feel yourself fading again, drifting away into the darkness.
***
Time slips away, and you donât know how long youâve been out when you finally stir. Your eyes flutter open, and the world slowly comes back into focus. The car has stopped, parked somewhere dark and quiet. You can barely move, but you manage to shift slightly, just enough to feel the weight of the leather seat beneath you, the tightness of your clothes against your skin.
Thereâs a rustle next to you, and then Max is there, leaning over you, his eyes gleaming in the dim light.
âGood,â he murmurs, his voice a low purr. âYouâre awake.â
You try to speak, but your throat is dry, and all that comes out is a faint croak.
âShh,â Max soothes, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your face. âDonât try to talk. Youâre still a little out of it.â
Your heart races, and you try to push yourself up, but your limbs are still sluggish, your body refusing to obey.
Max watches you for a moment, then smiles. âDonât worry,â he says. âThis will all make sense soon enough.â
You want to scream, to lash out, to fight, but you canât. Youâre trapped, and Max knows it.
âYouâre mine,â he whispers, leaning in close, his breath warm against your skin. âAnd Iâll make sure you understand that.â
Terror grips you, but thereâs nothing you can do. Not yet.
Max sits back, his eyes never leaving you, and for the first time, you realize just how much danger youâre in.
The world outside the car is quiet, the faint rustle of leaves the only sound in the stillness. Youâre groggy, trying to push through the fog in your mind as Maxâs hands move to unbuckle your seatbelt. His touch is efficient, calculated, not gentle. The door opens with a soft click, and you feel the cool night air wash over your skin.
Max leans down, his face close to yours, eyes sharp and watchful. âIâm going to carry you inside,â he says, almost as if heâs giving you permission to protest. But you canât. You can barely lift your head. The drug still lingers, turning your limbs to lead.
Without another word, he slides his arms under you, lifting you effortlessly. His grip is secure, possessive, and you can feel the strength in his muscles as he carries you out of the car and toward the looming silhouette of a villa in the distance. Itâs massive. Larger than anything youâve ever seen in real life, with sprawling gardens that stretch into the darkness. The villa itself is lit from within, a soft glow spilling through tall windows. Itâs beautiful in a cold, detached way, like a piece of art you can admire but never touch.
As Max carries you up the long driveway, his pace is steady, unhurried. He isnât worried about anyone seeing him. Heâs confident. Why wouldnât he be? Thereâs no one around. No one to help.
âWhere are you taking me?â You manage to whisper, your voice weak but steady enough to ask the question thatâs been burning in your mind.
Max doesnât stop walking. He doesnât even look at you. âHome,â he replies simply.
You swallow, the word landing like a stone in your chest. âThis isnât-â
âIt will be,â he cuts you off, his voice calm, like heâs already made up his mind about everything. âYouâll see.â
You try to focus, to take in every detail. The way the villa seems to stretch forever, the heavy scent of flowers in the air, the distant hum of the sea. The weight of Maxâs arms around you, the way his fingers press into your skin as though heâs afraid you might slip away.
But youâre not slipping anywhere.
He carries you through the grand entrance, past doors that swing open with ease, revealing a marble-floored foyer thatâs so pristine, it feels untouched. Thereâs a quietness to the place, a hollow, echoing silence that sends a chill down your spine.
The sound of Maxâs shoes against the marble floor is steady, rhythmic, as he carries you through the house. You catch glimpses of rooms as you pass â an opulent dining room with a crystal chandelier, a sitting room with velvet chairs and enormous windows. But itâs all a blur, your mind struggling to hold on to details as exhaustion pulls at you.
Finally, Max stops in front of a set of tall double doors. He shifts you slightly in his arms, then pushes one of the doors open with his shoulder. The room beyond is lavish, even more opulent than the rest of the villa. The bed is massive, draped in silk and velvet, with heavy curtains framing the windows that stretch from floor to ceiling. The walls are lined with dark wood, polished to a shine, and a crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting soft light across the room.
Max walks over to the bed, lowering you gently onto the soft mattress. Your body sinks into the silk sheets, and for a moment, it feels like youâre floating. But the comfort is fleeting, replaced quickly by the suffocating weight of reality.
He stands over you, his eyes scanning your face as if heâs searching for something. âThis is where youâll stay for now,â he says, his tone matter-of-fact. âUntil you understand.â
You blink, struggling to keep your thoughts from spiraling out of control. âUnderstand what?â
Maxâs lips twitch into the faintest hint of a smile. âThat you belong here. With me.â
You want to argue, to scream, to do anything to break through the haze thatâs clouding your mind. But the words catch in your throat, and all you can manage is a shaky breath.
Max moves to the foot of the bed, his hands clasped behind his back as he regards you with that same unnerving calm. âThis is the beginning,â he says softly. âThe conditioning will start now.â
Your heart lurches. Conditioning. The word feels clinical, detached, like something out of a textbook. But the way Max says it makes it clear that this is no abstract concept. This is real. Itâs happening to you.
âWhat are you talking about?â You whisper, forcing the words past the lump in your throat.
Max steps closer, his gaze steady, almost gentle. âYouâre going to learn to associate certain things with me. Pleasure, comfort, safety. And youâll learn that being without me ... hurts.â He says it so simply, as though itâs the most natural thing in the world.
Your stomach twists. âYou canât ... you canât do this.â
âI already am,â he replies smoothly, his eyes dark and unreadable. âThe process is simple. Every time you wake up, youâll feel better when Iâm here. Worse when Iâm not. Eventually, itâll become instinct. Youâll crave my presence. Youâll need me.â
Your breath quickens, panic rising in your chest. âYouâre insane.â
Max tilts his head slightly, as though considering your words. âMaybe,â he says, almost casually. âBut that doesnât change anything.â
Before you can respond, thereâs a knock at the door. Max doesnât react, doesnât even turn to look as the door swings open. A man enters, dressed in a white coat, carrying a small bag in one hand. Heâs older, with graying hair and a sharp, clinical air about him. He looks at you briefly, then turns his attention to Max.
âEverythingâs prepared,â the man says, his voice clipped and professional.
Max nods. âGood. Letâs begin.â
The man moves to the side of the bed, setting his bag down on the nightstand. You try to push yourself up, but your body still feels sluggish, uncooperative. Fear surges through you as the man opens the bag, pulling out a syringe filled with clear liquid.
âWait,â you rasp, your voice barely more than a whisper. âPlease, donât do this.â
Max moves closer, his gaze fixed on you. âItâs for your own good,â he says softly. âYouâll understand soon.â
The physician takes your arm, finding a vein with practiced ease. You flinch, but the needle is in before you can even protest. The liquid burns as it enters your bloodstream, a slow, creeping warmth that spreads through your body.
Your vision starts to blur again, the edges of the room fading into darkness. Maxâs voice is the last thing you hear before everything goes black.
âYouâll wake up soon,â he says, his voice gentle, almost soothing. âAnd when you do, Iâll be here. Right where I belong.â
***
The next time you open your eyes, it feels like hours have passed. Maybe days. Youâre not sure. The room is the same, the heavy curtains drawn, the chandelier casting its soft glow across the dark wood and silk.
Max is there, sitting in a chair by the bed, watching you. His presence is like a weight in the room, something you can feel even before you fully register it. The sight of him sends a strange warmth through your chest, a flicker of something you donât want to acknowledge.
âYouâre awake,â he says, his voice low and steady.
You blink, trying to shake off the fog that still clings to your mind. âWhat ... what did you do?â
Max leans forward slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. âI told you,â he says softly. âThe conditioning has begun.â
You try to sit up, but your body feels weak, drained. The drug â whatever they gave you â is still working its way through your system, dulling your senses. But even through the haze, you can feel it. The strange pull toward Max, the inexplicable comfort that his presence brings. Itâs wrong. Itâs all wrong.
âYou canât-â you start, but your voice falters. The words donât come as easily as they should.
Max stands, moving to the side of the bed. âI know itâs confusing right now,â he says, his tone almost kind. âBut itâll get easier. The more time we spend together, the more natural itâll feel. Youâll stop fighting it.â
You shake your head, trying to clear the fog. âIâll never-â
âYou will,â Max interrupts, his voice firm but not harsh. âYou donât have a choice.â
He reaches out, brushing a hand over your hair, his touch gentle but possessive. The warmth that spreads through you at the contact is immediate, overwhelming, and you hate it. You hate the way your body responds, the way your mind seems to betray you.
âIâll leave you for now,â Max says, pulling his hand back. âBut donât worry. I wonât be gone long.â
Your heart races as he steps away, moving toward the door. The thought of him leaving sends a sharp pang through your chest, and you canât understand why. This is what you want. To be free of him. To be alone.
But as the door closes behind him, the room suddenly feels colder, emptier. The warmth he left behind begins to fade, replaced by an aching void that gnaws at you from the inside.
You close your eyes, trying to fight it, trying to cling to your own thoughts, but the emptiness crashes over you like a tidal wave. Itâs immediate â sharp and suffocating, spreading through your body like a cold fog. You close your eyes, trying to focus on anything else, but the ache pulses deep inside you. Your muscles tense as though theyâre bracing against a storm, but thereâs nothing you can do to stop it.
The room feels unbearably quiet without him, as though the air has been sucked out, leaving only a hollow silence behind. You hate this. You hate how quickly your body has betrayed you, how quickly the comfort of his presence has taken root inside you.
This is wrong, you tell yourself. Itâs the drugs, the conditioning.
But the longer heâs gone, the more unbearable the ache becomes. Itâs subtle at first, like a distant pressure, but it grows stronger, clawing at your insides until every nerve feels raw and exposed. Your breath comes in shallow, uneven gasps as you fight against the pull, but itâs relentless.
Time stretches out. You donât know how long youâve been lying there, staring up at the ceiling, but it feels like an eternity. Every second without him feels like a thousand needles pressing into your skin. Your body screams for relief, for the warmth of his presence to soothe the burning ache inside you.
You grit your teeth, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. This isnât real, you think, but your body doesnât care. All it knows is that it hurts.
And then, after what feels like an eternity, the door opens.
The relief is instant. The moment Max steps into the room, the ache thatâs been gnawing at you recedes, replaced by a wave of warmth that rushes through your veins. You hate it. You hate how quickly the pain fades, how easily your body responds to him, but thereâs nothing you can do to stop it.
Max walks in slowly, his eyes locked on you, taking in every detail of your face as if reading the changes in your expression. You donât need to speak for him to know what youâre feeling. He can see it. He can see how desperate your body is for the comfort he brings, even though your mind is screaming for it to stop.
âI told you,â Max says softly, moving closer to the bed. âYouâll feel better when Iâm here.â
You donât respond. You canât. Your throat feels tight, the words trapped inside you, and the worst part is you donât know if theyâd come out as anger or something worse.
Max sits on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. The touch is gentle, careful, and it sends a shiver down your spine. âIâm here to make you feel good,â he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. âThatâs what Iâll always do. As long as you behave for me.â
You swallow hard, the weight of his words pressing down on you. He says it like a promise, like he genuinely believes that heâs helping you.
âI donât need you,â you manage to whisper, your voice shaking. âI donât want this.â
Maxâs smile is soft, almost pitying. âYour body says otherwise.â His fingers trail down your cheek, brushing against your skin. âYou can fight it all you want, but youâll always feel better when Iâm close. Thatâs the way itâs going to be.â
You try to pull away from his touch, but your body betrays you, craving the warmth and relief that comes with his proximity. The ache that had threatened to consume you moments ago is gone, replaced by a simmering heat that spreads through your limbs, making your skin tingle under his fingertips.
Max watches you closely, his eyes dark and calculating as he gauges your reaction. âSee?â He murmurs, his voice soft and coaxing. âYouâre already starting to understand.â
âI hate you,â you whisper, but even as you say the words, your body is reacting to him, leaning into his touch despite the protests screaming in your mind.
Max doesnât flinch at your words. If anything, he seems amused. âHate me if you want,â he says, his tone light. âBut your body knows the truth.â
His hand moves lower, trailing down your arm, sending a ripple of sensation through you that you canât control. Your breath catches in your throat as the warmth intensifies, and you clench your fists, trying to fight the pull.
Maxâs fingers skim the edge of your dress, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches the way your body reacts. âYouâll feel good, I promise,â he whispers. âBetter than youâve ever felt before.â
You shake your head, panic rising in your chest. âNo-â
But Max doesnât stop. His hand slips under the fabric of your dress, his touch deliberate and slow as he hikes it up over your thighs, exposing your skin to the cool air of the room. Your heart races, a mixture of fear and something you donât want to name thrumming through your veins.
âShh,â Max soothes, his voice steady. âYouâll learn to trust me. To need me. Itâs already happening.â
You try to close your legs, but his hands are firm, guiding you open, controlling the movement of your body as if youâre nothing more than a doll in his hands. A small, broken sound escapes your throat, but he doesnât stop, his fingers tracing patterns over your skin, making your pulse quicken.
âI told you Iâd make you feel good,â he says softly, his voice a low murmur in your ear. âYou donât have to fight it.â
Tears prick at your eyes, your chest heaving with shallow, uneven breaths. You want to scream, to kick, to fight him off, but the weight of your own body holds you down. And worse â the warmth that follows his touch, the heat building in your core, it betrays you. You canât stop the way your body reacts to him, no matter how much you want to.
Max shifts, his knee pressing against the bed as he leans over you, his hand sliding higher under your dress. His fingers graze the edge of your underwear, and your breath hitches, panic and unwanted anticipation coiling together inside you.
âPlease,â you whisper, your voice cracking. âDonât.â
But Max doesnât listen. His hand slips beneath the fabric, his fingers brushing against you, and the sensation is overwhelming. You arch against him involuntarily, your body moving without your consent, and the heat inside you builds, the ache that had threatened to consume you earlier morphing into something entirely different.
âYouâll come to love this,â Max says, his tone calm, confident. âIn time, youâll crave it.â
You want to scream that heâs wrong, that youâll never crave this, but your body doesnât listen. It reacts to his touch, to the way his fingers move, coaxing a response out of you that you canât control.
Maxâs other hand moves to your hair, brushing it back gently as he leans down, his lips close to your ear. âLet go,â he whispers. âStop fighting it. Iâll take care of you.â
Your breath is ragged, your heart pounding in your chest as the heat builds inside you, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge, caught between the need to escape and the unbearable sensation thatâs pushing you closer to a precipice you donât want to fall over.
âIâll always make you feel good,â Max murmurs, his fingers moving faster over your clit, his voice a steady, calming presence in the storm raging inside you. âAs long as youâre good for me.â
Your body tenses, the wave crashing over you, pulling you under. You gasp, your back arching off the bed as the sensation overwhelms you, drowning out every thought, every protest, until thereâs nothing left but the blinding heat of release.
Maxâs hand stills, his touch softening as the aftershocks ripple through you, and he watches, his expression unreadable as you come undone beneath him. You hate it. You hate every second of it. But the worst part is that your body craves it.
Max leans back, his hand trailing away from you, leaving your skin burning in its absence. He stands, adjusting his sleeves as though nothing out of the ordinary has happened.
âYou did well,â he says, his voice soft, almost tender. âIâll leave you to rest now.â
Your body is limp, your mind spinning as you try to process whatâs just happened. The ache is gone, replaced by an empty exhaustion that weighs heavily on your limbs.
Max heads toward the door, pausing only briefly to glance back at you. âRemember,â he says quietly, his eyes dark and intense. âYouâll always feel better when Iâm here.â
Then heâs gone, the door closing softly behind him.
You lie there, staring at the ceiling, the echo of his touch still lingering on your skin. The room is silent again, but this time the silence isnât cold. Itâs suffocating, pressing down on you like a heavy blanket, and for the first time since you arrived in this place, you realize just how trapped you are.
And worst of all, you know that heâs right.
***
The door opens again.
This time, when you hear it, your body doesnât flood with fear, or even confusion â itâs anticipation. The ache that had returned in his absence is quickly soothed as Max steps into the room, his presence undeniable, filling the space with a charged energy that youâve come to crave.
His steps are measured, deliberate, as he crosses the room to you. Thereâs no hesitation in his movement, no uncertainty. He knows exactly what heâs doing and what you both agreed upon. The room feels smaller when heâs in it, like the walls close in, but in a way that feels safe, protected â like nothing can touch you except him.
Maxâs lips curl into a slow, knowing smile as he comes to the side of the bed, his eyes locking onto yours. He says nothing at first, letting the moment linger between you, thick and heavy. Youâre not sure if you should speak or wait for him to break the silence.
He doesnât make you wait long.
âGood girl,â he murmurs softly, his voice like velvet as he leans down, brushing a kiss against your forehead. âYou were perfect.â
Thereâs a flutter of warmth in your chest at the praise, something that makes you feel both proud and vulnerable all at once. You blink up at him, your body still exhausted from what just happened, but thereâs something comforting about the way heâs looking at you now. The way his hand reaches out to caress your cheek, tender and affectionate, as if to erase any remnants of the harshness from before.
âI wasnât sure if you could handle it,â Max continues, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw with an intimacy that feels far more personal than anything heâs done before. âBut you did. You always do, donât you?â
You nod, your throat tight, the words caught somewhere between your mind and your mouth. You canât quite shake the feeling of how intense everything was, how quickly it all escalated. But now, with him here, touching you like this, the pieces of the scene start to fall away, revealing what lies underneath.
Max watches you, waiting for your response, but heâs patient. He always is, especially after something like this. He knows you need time to come back down, to find your footing after the role youâve both played.
âWas it ⊠okay?â You manage to ask, your voice still soft and hesitant. Thereâs a vulnerability in your tone, a need for reassurance, even though you know how he feels.
Maxâs eyes soften, and he leans down to kiss you â soft, slow, and deliberate. His lips linger against yours, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss. Itâs a different kind of intensity now, one that speaks to the connection you both share. When he finally pulls back, thereâs a hint of amusement in his gaze.
âMore than okay,â he whispers. âYou were incredible.â
The tension that had been coiled inside you loosens at his words, and you feel yourself relax against the pillows. Maxâs praise always has this effect on you, like it fills in the cracks and makes everything feel right again.
âI love you,â he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your lower lip as he studies your face. âEvery second of it was perfect because it was with you.â
The weight of those words settles into your chest, grounding you in the reality of what you both share. Itâs all an act â a scene you agreed upon. Max has always been careful, always made sure you were okay with everything. Thatâs how it works between you two. The intensity, the control, the power dynamic â itâs all part of the game, part of what youâve both built together. But underneath it all is the love, the trust that binds you to him.
He presses another kiss to your lips, softer this time, a gesture of affection rather than dominance. When he pulls away, thereâs a lightness in his expression, a warmth that makes the remnants of the scene melt away completely.
âI have something for you,â he says, standing up and walking toward the door. âDonât move. Iâll be right back.â
You watch as he exits the room, the anticipation building again, though this time itâs mixed with curiosity. Moments later, Max returns, pushing a small cart laden with trays of food. The smell hits you first â rich, savory, and mouthwatering. Your stomach growls in response, reminding you that you havenât eaten in what feels like forever.
Max notices, and the corner of his mouth lifts into a satisfied smile. âI thought you might be hungry.â
You sit up slightly, propping yourself on your elbows as Max wheels the cart over to the side of the bed. He lifts the lids from the trays, revealing an array of delicacies â perfectly grilled meats, roasted vegetables, fresh fruit, and decadent desserts. Itâs more than just a meal, itâs a feast.
âLet me,â Max says, reaching for a fork. He cuts a small piece of steak and holds it out to you, his eyes watching your every movement, waiting for you to take the first bite.
You hesitate for only a moment before leaning forward, letting him feed you. The flavors burst across your tongue, rich and savory, and you canât help the small sound of appreciation that escapes your lips.
Maxâs smile widens. âGood?â
You nod, swallowing before responding. âItâs amazing.â
âGood girl,â he murmurs, and thereâs that familiar warmth in his voice again, the praise sinking into your skin like sunlight. He cuts another piece of food, feeding it to you before leaning in to kiss you between bites.
Each kiss is soft, slow, and filled with an affection that feels worlds away from the intensity of earlier. You sink into the moment, into the comfort of his presence, letting yourself be taken care of.
âYou were so perfect for me,â Max whispers between kisses, his lips brushing against your cheek. âI couldnât have asked for anything better.â
You smile softly, feeling the tension of the day melt away as you let him feed you, let him take care of you. Thereâs something intimate about the act, something grounding. Itâs not just about the food â itâs about the connection, the way he looks at you with such devotion in his eyes.
Max takes his time, savoring the moment as much as you are. He alternates between feeding you and stealing kisses, each one a little longer, a little deeper than the last. His hands are gentle as they move over your skin, brushing your hair back, cupping your face, his touch always lingering just a little longer than necessary.
âYou have no idea how proud I am of you,â he murmurs against your lips. âThe way you trust me, the way you let go. Itâs everything I could ever want.â
You close your eyes, leaning into him, the warmth of his words settling deep inside you. Itâs always like this after a scene â the tenderness, the closeness. Max knows how to bring you back, how to make you feel safe and loved after everything.
âI couldnât do it without you,â you whisper, your voice barely audible.
Max pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression softening even more. âWe do this together. Thatâs what makes it so special.â
Thereâs a weight to his words, a promise that echoes in the quiet of the room. You nod, knowing itâs true. You wouldnât be able to do any of this without him â not the scenes, not the intensity, not the way you let yourself go completely when youâre with him.
Max leans in again, kissing you deeply this time, his hands cradling your face as if youâre the most precious thing in the world. When he finally pulls away, thereâs a hunger in his eyes, but itâs not the same hunger from earlier. This one is softer, more intimate, and it makes your heart swell in your chest.
âI love you,â he says again, his voice barely above a whisper.
âI love you too,â you reply, the words coming easily, naturally, because theyâre the truest thing you know.
Max smiles, a slow, satisfied smile that makes your stomach flip. He reaches for one of the desserts on the tray â a small piece of chocolate cake â and holds it out to you. You take a bite, and before you can even swallow, Max is kissing you again, his lips tasting of chocolate and sweetness.
âYou taste so good,â he murmurs against your lips, and you canât help but smile into the kiss.
The rest of the evening passes in a blur of kisses and laughter, the food slowly disappearing from the trays as Max continues to feed you, praising you with every bite and every kiss. The intensity of earlier is long gone, replaced by something deeper, something that feels like home.
And as you lie there in his arms, sated and content, you know that no matter what happens, no matter how intense the scenes get, youâll always have this â this quiet, tender intimacy that belongs to just the two of you.
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