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♡︎ — dove cameron

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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Concepts 6/50

Character; Rafe Cameron

Kink; Non con (DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT)

Dialogue; “Look at the mess you made.”

Requested by; Anon <333

As always, this blog contains 18+ content only, your media consumption is your own responsibility, THIS IS A DARK FIC!!! Please be warned, this fic is NON CONSENSUAL. Read at your own risk

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You stirred in the silky bed sheets, yawning as you woke from your nap, attempting to raising your hands to wipe away the crust.

Except they wouldn’t move.

You shot up, slowly becoming more aware of your surroundings as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. Each of your wrists were cuffed to opposing ends of a king size bed. The cuffs restraining you jingled as you attempted to pull your hands free.

How could this have possibly happened?

Your memory jogged as you recalled being at a party, hosted by a random boy you hadn’t even met. A party you didn’t want to attend in the first place but of course caved at your best friend’s pleads and bribery to pay for your drinks for the night- and the next few.

You remembered being blackout drunk, no longer caring about manners you had crawled into the first bed you found. Falling into a deep sleep.

As your eyes adjusted you noticed a tall male frame standing at your left. Due to the darkness of the room you couldn’t quite make out the face of the mysterious figure.

“Wh-Who are you?” you trembled, your body shaking in fear.

“Spread your legs.” the male commands, ignoring your question, his voice stern but oddly familiar. Your breathing picks up as you begin to panic, your hands flailing as you begin to scream “Help! H-“ He rushes forwards, his large hand smacking over your mouth essentially silencing your cries.

“Scream like that again and i- i swear to god i’ll fuckin’ kill you.” he growled.

“You got that?” he pressured once again, you nodded your head at a rapid pace, believing his threat to be true.

His hand fell from your mouth as he straddled you from above, his thick hands pulling up your dress and pushing your panties to the side. He groaned at the sight of your pretty pussy, soaked for him already and you didn’t realise it.

Before you knew it, the mystery man had removed his boxers and began to palm his cock in his hand. His thick shaft leading up to a swollen pink tip. His balls big and full of cum, ready to empty inside you.

Without warning he pressed his bulbous tip against your hole and thrust forcefully into you. Bottoming out in a single thrust as you began to scream at the top of your lungs.

His hand once again covered your mouth, only this time his other hand pinched your nose alongside it. Oxygen left your lungs faster than you imagined, your body thrashed, legs kicking, arms flailing. Still impailed on his fat cock, your pussy clenched in desperation of breath making him let out a long moan as he smothered you.

Just as you felt your body still and you begin to roll back he removed his grasp. You gasped desperate to fill your lungs with as much oxygen as you could get.

You were cut off as he began to thrust his length into you, your walls sucking him in. “You’re fuckin’ soaked, always knew you were a whore.” he sneered as you cried out. You begged him to stop, telling him he didn’t need to do this and that you promised not to tell anybody which only seemed to entice him further.

Suddenly you felt a knot in your stomach begin to tighten “No no no.” you choked, desperate to not cum all over your rapists cock.

You couldn’t hold in your moans of pleasure as you squirted, your juices coating his cock and his abs. “F-fuck look at the mess you made, dirty fuckin’ girl” he grunted.

His hips stuttered as his warm seed began to fill you up, hot ropes of cum spurted into your cunt, leaking out due to the amount of sperm he emptied inside of you. You quivered and shook around his length, coming down from your forced high.

He leaned over you, flicking on the light switch beside his bed.

You closed your eyes as the bright light made them sting, slowly blinking as your pupils shrunk down and your vision became less blurry.

Your face fell further as you recognised the figure infront of you. Your squirt still dripping down his body and his cum still leaking out of your own.

“Cmon’ don’t look so shocked you slut, it was only a matter of time before i found you.” Rafe chuckled as he watched your eyes begin to fill up with tears once again. How did he find you?

How does he always fucking find you.

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PAIRING: rafe cameron x dark!fem!kook!reader

SUMMARY: your ex-boyfriend has a new girlfriend, so you take matters in your own hands.

WORD COUNT: ~6k

WARNINGS: MAJOR DARK CONTENT WARNING! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! murder; blood; gore; reader is extremely possessive over rafe, gaslights him, short tempered, toxic, selfish, gets jealous very easily, physically unable to grieve, very very sick and twisted; they have an extremely toxic relationship; mentions of two ocs; suggestive content (absolutely no smut), reader likes to mark rafe; consumption of alcohol, hardcore drugs and cigarettes; minimal usage of nicknames like babe and baby; reader often exercises her ownership over rafe vocally; rafe chokes reader (but not so much she passes out), locks her in a room; minimal swearing; like one mention of y/n (I tried to avoid it as much as I could); detailed descriptions of a funeral; grieving; I always beta read my fics but if you find any minor grammatical/spelling error please ignore :) + let me know if you think I missed anything (I crossed checked everything twice)

EDITH SPEAKS: I hardcore believe we need more sick and twisted reader instead of the usual sweetheart one (nothing wrong with that, btw!) because it’s so much fun writing a complex female character. I had the time of my life writing this, and I hope you love reading this too <3 please please heed all warnings, this fic is really really dark, and I wouldn’t want anyone to be triggered by the content in any way (the warnings are there for a reason!) please reblog if you liked reading this, and feedback is always appreciated 🥀 massive thank you to my baes raye and zya who heard my brainrot for this fic all the damn time <3 (I love having fic writers besties 🥰)

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It’s dark.

For some reason, it feels darker than usual.

Maybe because it’s a new moon, the indigo sky is completely devoid of the pale moonlight, which is usually the source of light at night.

Or maybe, the reason for it feeling darker isn’t literal.

Maybe it’s metaphorical.

Your gaze drops down to your hand, your gloved fingertips digging into the engravings on the handle of the knife, the tips of the nails settling between the grooves. The tip of your index finger is trapped in a curvy groove, your finger repetitively moving up and down, up and down, up and down through the curve.

You take a step back, the sound of the rubble crunching under your feet with a certain wetness echoes in the dark alleyway.

With your free hand, you lift up the hem of your dress, revealing the cover of the knife strapped to your upper thigh by a garter. The length of the dress hides the garter at all times, keeping it completely out of view. You slowly slide the knife back into its covering, letting it still in place, and allowing the dress to cover your thigh back again.

Your gaze begins to trail along your arm, the streaks of blood staining your skin red, matching the deep red of your dress. You flex your fingers under the single streak of street light entering the alleyway, illuminating the dried blood rubbed on your fingertips and knuckles.

Slowly, you let your eyesight travel down more and more, until you’re looking down at your feet.

Your feet stand in a dark pool of blood, almost seeming black in the darkness of the eerie alleyway. With the way only a single street light is responsible for the only light source, it almost seems like a scene from a black and white horror movie.

The metallic smell of blood fills up your nostrils entirely as you take another step back, gently kicking the foot in your way to the side.

“Oh poor Amber…” You mumble softly, taking a step closer to her face and bending down to her level, watching her soulless eyes gazing up at the bricked wall behind you. Her soft, pearly white slip satin dress is flushed with a deep burgundy, the slit through which your knife pierced her porcelain like skin is wide and open, right above her chest.

Your gloved fingertips trail over her cheekbone, so pale and so cold, as you feel the lifelessness under your skin. It’s almost pitiful if you think about it: the way poor Amber could’ve avoided all of this only if she knew to keep her hands off what you own.

She wouldn’t have to experience such a horrible end to her life, stabbed in a hidden alleyway, her dainty arms spread on her sides, her lifeless fingers grasping onto the last bit of memories of his touches, only if she knew better than to attempt to exercise her ownership over something clearly taken by you.

Oh well, you slowly get up from your crouched position, sparing a last glance at her body lying in the pool of her own blood.

Maybe it feels darker than usual because your own hands picked up a knife and drove it straight through the girl’s heart.

Do you regret it?

Absolutely the fuck not.

And why would you, if it means you get to have Rafe Cameron back again?

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SEVEN MONTHS AGO

The strobe lights flash all around the otherwise dark party mansion, the bass of the loud music thumping in your eardrums. The party is as crowded as it can be, sweaty bodies rubbing up against each other tantalizingly on the dance floor, causing the all too familiar smell of sweat mixed in with weed, alcohol and what not to settle heavily in the building.

There’s so much happening around you, the dance floor if fully occupied, there’s a game of beer pong being played over-enthusiastically at one end, a corner table surrounded by mostly boys busy with their hardcore drugs at another end, the bar right behind you with all the alcohol you can ever need; yet your hardened gaze is fixed on Rafe, and the girl he’s having a conversation with a few feet away from you.

“I’ll be back in a moment, babe,” He had mumbled against your hair, giving your thigh a firm pat before leaving his place next to you at the bar counter. You were confused for a moment as to where he was going suddenly, but then you saw him approach a girl completely unknown to you, give her a hug and get involved in a conversation.

Now, over ten minutes have passed and he still hasn’t left her side. You can’t hear them talk due to the loud music, but you can watch them laugh, the conversation so engaging it’s like they both have forgotten a world outside them exists too.

Your hand resting on your thigh is beginning to press harder against your flesh, your fingers digging into your skin, causing a sharp pain to spread on your skin, but you do nothing to reduce it. Your jaw clenches tightly at the sight of Rafe and the girl, streaks of possessiveness flaring up in every nook and cranny of your soul.

But the moment the girl’s fingers reach out to nudge his arm, you know you have had more than enough.

In a swift movement, you get up from your occupied barstool and make your way over to Rafe.

As you approach Rafe, you reach your hand out for his arm, letting your fingers curl around his bicep to grab his attention. The girl talking to him suddenly stops speaking as she spots you right next to him, and the way your hand is around his arm, your fingers digging into his skin.

“Oh hey babe,” Rafe says, very discreetly trying to get you to loosen his grip on him by moving his arm subtly, but of course, you’re too busy glaring at the girl to even realize the borderline iron tight grip you have on his bicep.

Rafe senses the tension in you — it’s not hard to miss the way it’s oozing off you.

“Oh uh,” he clears his throat, gesturing to the girl. “This is Keely, she moved away two years ago but now she’s visiting the island for–”

“Yeah I don’t care,” you swiftly cut him off, giving his arm a sharp tug and dragging him away from Keely. Before Rafe can even say anything to Keely, you are tugging him away from the crowd, away from the party, leading him up the stairs of the party mansion.

“Where… babe what are you doing?” Rafe asks, his tone incredulous as he tries his best to pry your hands off his arm, but your grip only seems to be getting tighter by the second. He can catch a glimpse of his arm, and the way his skin has started to pinken under your bruising grip.

You don’t say anything, just lead him up the stairs silently. You reach the hallway on the second floor, and the first door you open is an empty bedroom. You push Rafe inside and close the door behind you two, locking it.

“Babe what are you–” Rafe tries to speak, but with another nudge to his shoulders the back of his legs stumble against the edge of the bed and he flops on his back onto the mattress.

You are quick to follow as you get on top of him and sit in his lap, straddling his waist. You look down at him, your palms laying flat against his chest.

Without any words, you dip down and capture his lips in a searing kiss, your lips moving with a fiery fervor against his. Rafe doesn’t even have a moment to process what’s going on, but his body naturally responds to you, his hands coming to grip onto your hips and squeezing them tightly.

“Fuck baby…” he murmurs hoarsely as your lips leave his to trail over his jawline and finding the side of his neck. A sharp gasp escapes his mouth as your teeth suddenly sink into his flesh, your tongue running over the mark to soothe the burning sensation.

Instinctively, Rafe’s grip tightens on your hips, his eyes squeezing close. Your movements are unrelentless, your teeth biting down into whatever patch of skin of his neck you can succumb onto, your tongue running over the marks, and your lips sucking on the skin.

“You’re mine you hear me?” Comes out your voice in a whisper against his skin as you begin to travel over to the other side of his neck, not stopping for even a second to give him a break.

“Yeah yeah I’m yours I’m–” another sharp gasp leaves his lips as your lips find a particularly sensitive spot on his neck right above his pulse point and suck on it. He can feel the bruises beginning to form, bruises so deep he knows they won’t fade soon.

He knows you like to leave marks on him. Since you and him started dating, he was often seen with a bruise or two on the side of his neck, or peeking from under the collar of his shirt on his collarbone. They were always small, and never too dark.

But today? Today he feels you aren’t doing to let a single inch of his skin bare from your marks.

One of your hands slips into his hair and you pull his head back, baring his slender throat to you. You lean down and press your lips to his throat, kissing and sucking on the skin the same way you did to the sides of his neck.

Rafe’s blunt fingertips begin to dig into your hips, his lips parted as heavy exhales escape him.

“Is… is this about Keely?” He breathes, feeling your fingers slightly tighten in his hair, causing him to let out a barely audible whine.

“What if it is?” You mumble against his skin, biting down on his throat which elicits a sharp gasp from him. He writhes a little under you, as if trying to escape you, but you let your full weight fall on Rafe’s waist, making it impossible for him to move.

“Baby she’s…” he pants. “She’s just an old friend… nothing else…”

Your hand on his chest reaches for the top button of his shirt and your fingers pop it open, revealing more skin to you. Your mouth is quick to follow suit, your lips attacking the newly visible skin.

“She needs to know you’re mine,” you mutter against his skin, your voice lowering an octave. “Who the fuck–” you bite down on the skin right under the hollow of his throat, emphasizing your words, causing Rafe’s upper body to buck up involuntarily, “–does she think she is huh? Touching my man that way?”

“T…touching…?” Rafe breathes. “She didn’t… she never touched me–”

“She did,” Your voice is sharp, leaving no room for any argument. Your mouth goes back to its work, your fingers popping the second button open to bare you more skin of his to mark.

“You’re mine, Rafe,” you mutter against his skin, “always.”

Rafe’s breathing speeds up more — if that’s even possible, as he feels the next buttons of his shirt getting unbuttoned too.

“Say it,” comes out your voice, sharp and low. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m–” he breathes, “I’m all yours baby, all yours… always and forever…”

You let your lips curl up into a faint smirk, the movements of your mouth slightly slowing down as you only kiss along the skin of his chest. At the slowing of your pace, Rafe’s fingers begin to loosen their grip on your hips, his short bursts of breathing slowly coming under control.

You slowly lift your head up and sit up in his lap, your fingers slipping out of his hair. You gently trace your fingertips over the sides of his neck, feeling the red, swollen bruises forming on his skin, which you know will only become more pronounced as the time passes. Your fingertips trail down to his chest, feeling the indents in his skin from the bruises and the bite marks. Something about feeling the bruises on his neck and not just seeing them begins to calm down the stoking fire of possessiveness on you.

It’s like you’ve branded him as yours.

“You look so perfect like this baby…” You coo softly, the gentle tracing of your fingertips a sharp contrast to just a few seconds ago when your teeth were on the verge of breaking through his skin. “So beautiful, so perfect, so mine…”

Rafe watches you through half hooded eyes, his breath only beginning to come under his control. He can feel his chest heaving from his heavy breathing and your touch over it, a sharp tingling sensation spreading over his skin wherever your mouth had been.

He can see it; the look of satisfaction in your eyes as if you’ve won a big prize. Your eyes rake over him, taking in all the bruises that stand out against his light skin.

“This… this should be enough to show her that you aren’t up for grabs,” you mumble to yourself quietly, still tracing over the marks and bruises over him.

Rafe shudders under the feeling of your fingertips tracing over his bruises, the skin reddened and getting more and more sensitive with each touch and nip of the air.

“You haven’t got anything to worry about baby…” he says slowly, almost cautiously. “I belong to you, forever,”

Your piercing eyes find his, the eye contact so strong it sends a chill down his spine.

“Yeah, yeah you are,” you mumble softly, before leaning down to let your lips connect to his skin again.

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FIVE MONTHS AGO

Rafe stands next to the dining table with Wheezie and Sarah as Ward and Rose greet their guests for the night, their noises of greetings and laughter floating over to the three siblings in the dining room. The noise of their chatter only increases as the group approaches the dining table, spotting the three Cameron kids waiting for them.

Next to Ward and Rose are Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence, with their daughter Amber. Ward and Mr. Lawrence are the bestest of friends; business wise and casual wise. Their businesses work hand in hand, and their families meet often for dinners and night outs.

Rose politely guides everyone to the dining table and everyone takes a seat, Amber’s seat being right next to Rafe’s.

“Hey Rafe,” she smiles, adjusting in her seat as she takes her purse off and hangs it on the back of her chair.

“Hey,” he says back, his voice quiet as he watches the food being served on the table.

He can feel Amber’s gaze on him; he has always had a hunch that she likes him with the way she looks away with a subtle blush on her cheeks when he catches her staring. Or with how she’s always talking so sweetly to him.

Or maybe his hunch is wrong.

Just like he’s the Kook prince, she’s the Kook princess. She’s known for being an absolute sweetheart, kind to anyone and everyone she meets. Even though she already has millions attached to her name, she’s volunteering at elderly homes, soup kitchens, beach clean ups and what not. She donates to charities whenever she can, and always sponsored them back in their days at the Kook Academy.

Rafe is quiet as the food is served, his plate kept in front of him. Everyone on the table is immersed in chatter, Amber distracted by Sarah and Wheezie, but he’s silent.

He takes small bites of the chicken he’s served, nibbling on the end of his fork as his mind goes to you, and the horrible, horrible fight you both had.

“It’s getting out of hand, y/n! You’re always on my heels, never letting me breathe!” Rafe snaps, trying to create as much distance between you and him.

Your eyes widen, an almost crazy look in them as you walk closer to him. “‘never letting me breathe’ is that so? I care about you Rafe! I love you!” You retort, attempting to reach out for his hand but he pulls back before you can touch him in any sort of way.

Your touch doesn’t feel loving, it feels like a burn to his skin.

“If you loved me, you would believe me that I was out with my friends, not with some girls! You think any girl will approach me when I’ve got these–” he frantically gestures to the marks all over his neck, “–all over my neck? Huh?”

“I leave those marks cause you’re mine!” Your voice comes out as strong, sharp yells now, echoing in the hallway of your house.

“Stop- stop saying that shit! I’m not yours! I don’t want to be yours anymore! You don’t fucking own me!” Rafe spits.

Now, he shouldn’t have said that.

You take another step closer to him, causing his back to hit against a door of a room in the hallway, completely caged by the door behind him and you in front of him.

He can see the look on your face, the way your eye is almost twitching, the way you let out soft pants; he has pissed you off.

“Yes I do,” your voice comes out low, and cold. “Yes, I own you, always and forever.”

“No you don’t!” Rafe snaps back. One of his hands reaches back for the door knob, his fingers curling around the cool metal. “I’m done with this shit! I’m done with you!”

You inch even closer to him, your chest almost touching his, leaving barely any space between you two.

“You think you can let me go this easily, huh?” You sneer, looking him dead in the eye.

Rafe’s hand on the door knob only tightens further, his knuckles almost turning white in the process. He’s done with this, he’s done being controlled by you, done letting you exercise ownership over him, and he’s done being in this loveless relationship.

In a swift movement, Rafe’s free hand comes to wrap around your throat, causing your eyes to widen and your lips to part, a choked gasp escaping you. Your hands reach for his fingers gripping your throat so harshly, feebly attempting to pry his fingers off. But his hold is strong, so strong.

You feel the amount of air in your lungs lessening with each passing second, your movements becoming weaker as the moments pass. You try to speak, anything, try to kick him off, but your body is just getting weaker.

Your tear rimmed eyes meet Rafe’s, whose own cheeks begin to streak with the tears that start to fall down. They aren’t tears of sadness, they’re tears of frustration, because he’s done with this shit.

“I’m done with you, you hear me?” He mutters through his tears, his voice frustrated and shaky. “Done with this entire thing.”

You try to fight back, to argue, to do anything, but nothing works. Rafe’s hand on the door knob pulls the knob down, opening the door. It reveals the store room, and in a single movement, he pushes you inside, a choked gasp leaving you, and he quickly shuts the door and turns the lock.

“Open the fucking door!” Come out your muffled yells from inside, and he can hear you sputtering, trying to catch your breath after being at a loss of it for the past minute.

Your hands bang against the wooden door, the sound loud in the empty hallway.

Rafe steps back from the door, hearing the loud banging on the door, the sound thumping in his ears along with his loud heartbeat.

For a moment, it seems like everything goes silent except the loud banging in his ear, pulsating throughout every nerve in his brain.

This is the first time he ever did anything to defy you, defy your so-called “love” for him.

And god, does he feel… good. Strong. He never knew he would be able to stand up against you. But now, he has you locked in the store room of your own home.

It feels exhilarating.

“Open the fucking door Rafe!” Your voice comes from inside the store room again, zapping Rafe out of his thoughts. He swallows harshly, his arms frozen on his sides as he slowly takes another step back.

With the way you’re banging at the door and are yelling, he can tell you’re getting impatient.

But he’s not going to do anything about it.

He’s done getting pushed around by you.

Taking another step back, he begins to back out of the hallway, ignoring your constant muffled yelling and banging at the door. He can hear you rattling the lock, desperately trying to escape the store room.

He tries his best to push away the sounds of you and your attempts to escape out of his mind as he takes shaky steps back from the hallway, slowly and slowly inching away from you. He takes a deep breath, and finally, turns around, his back to the store room, and he makes his way out of the hallway, approaching the main door of your home.

Without thinking twice, he opens the door and steps out, letting the door slam shut behind him, his mind pushing away the distant voice of yours yelling at him to open the door.

“Rafe? Rafe are you okay?”

Rafe snaps out of his thoughts and looks up from his plate to his side, seeing Amber gently shaking his shoulder. He looks back down to his plate and see he barely ate any of it, just nibbled on the piece of chicken, the veggies lying untouched.

“Uh,” he clears his throat, gently moving his shoulder which causes Amber’s hand to fall back to her side. “Yeah yeah I’m good uh… excuse me,” he politely excuses himself and gets up from his chair, leaving the dining table. Sarah and Wheezie glance at him with concern, but Rose and Ward don’t really seem to give this matter much light.

Amber watches Rafe leave the dining room, adjusting his turtle neck once as he makes his way out to the balcony, closing the wooden door behind himself.

Her eyes remain fixed on the path which Rafe had just followed, every cell of her body itching to follow him.

Just a few seconds later, she excuses herself from the table too and makes her way to the closed door of the balcony.

As the door opens and she steps out, Rafe diverts his attention to the door, a cigarette smoking away in his hand.

“Hey,” Amber says softly, giving him a gentle smile as she lets the door knob slip from her hand, the door closing with a gentle click. She makes her way over to Rafe, standing next to him in front of the balcony railing, her eyes fixing on the cigarette slotted between his fingers.

“Hey,” Rafe says back looking back out at the view from the balcony. His free hand comes to sneak under the turtle neck, scratching the side of his neck. “God this is itchy,” he mumbles under his breath, slightly frustrated.

“It’s too hot for a turtle neck anyway,” Amber says, her brows furrowed. “It must be irritating your skin,”

“Yeah,” Rafe mutters, taking a deep drag of his cigarette and letting out a plume of smoke. He knows better than to take the turtle neck off though, the thought of revealing the dark bruises left by you causes a small shudder to go down his spine — knowing Amber will be extremely concerned and will press on the matter.

Even then, his fingers reach out to itch under the turtle neck again, the material really irritating his skin. He pushes the fabric aside to grant him more skin to itch, but just as he does that, Amber catches the sight of the bruises marked on his skin; and these ones just so happen to be the darkest ones he has.

“Oh my god,” her soft voice comes out laced with concern as she steps closer to him, her fingers wanting to reach out to soothe his skin with her gentle touch. “What happened are you okay? That looks really bad,”

Rafe looks down at her, her frame almost comically smaller than his. He can see the concern etched on her face, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips downturned in a frown.

“I’m… I’m fine,” he mutters, focusing back out at the view from the balcony, taking another hit of his cigarette.

“Are you sure? Cause that looks really bad Rafe,” she murmurs, gently placing a hand on his arm, looking up at him.

The moment she touches her arm, he tenses for a fraction of second, but then immediately relaxes. There is something about her touch that you don’t have; that tenderness and the warmth that has always been missing from your touch. And her voice, it’s gentle. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard you talk to him in such a gentle voice.

“Did someone beat you up?” She asks, her voice soft.

Beat him up? Oh, he wishes.

His mind goes back to you, the way he locked you in the store room. He knows there’s a window in the room, and knowing you, he also knows you definitely escaped from that window.

“No, someone didn’t beat me up,” He says back, his voice losing any edge it may have, taking a completely tender tone. There’s something so soothing about the way she’s talking to him, and it just makes him want to open up to him about anything and everything.

“Someone didn’t beat you up? Then how did you get them?” She asks. God, he thinks. Her concern, her gentleness, her touch… He’s losing himself in it, a little too quickly.

Maybe it’s because he’s been deprived of this gentleness for way too long.

“You won’t believe me if I told you the answer,” he says, his gaze looking down at her to meet her eyes.

“You’re concerning me Rafe, really,” she mutters, her fingers still wrapped around his arm. And Rafe doesn’t want her to let go.

He takes another drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke roll off his lips.

“It’s my girlfriend– but, but I ended things with her today,” he mutters.

He gauges her reaction; her widened eyes, her lips parting twice to say something but no words coming out.

She knows about his girlfriend, well, everyone does, but he didn’t know about this.

“She did this to you?” Amber mutters incredulously. “That’s… that’s kind of crazy,”

“Kind of?” Rafe says amusedly. “It’s very crazy. I was…” he takes a deep breath, looking up from her and back out at the scenery. “I was suffocated with her. I was never able to express myself. She was extremely possessive, always wanting to… mark me as hers a certain way. It was hard to leave her but I did it, I finally did it today,”

Amber’s facial expressions contort to one of slightly relaxed, though the concern is still evident.

“Wow,” she mutters. “I’m very glad you were able to break things off with her, you don’t deserve to be treated this way Rafe, no one does,”

He turns back down to look at her, his eyes sinking into hers. They’re so warm and beautiful, a kind blue just like his. There’s gentleness in her words and the way she’s still holding onto his arm.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, “that… that means a lot to me you know? I’m… I’m just glad I was able to escape her,”

“Yeah,” she says softly, her fingers rubbing small circles on his forearm. It seems more or less like an instinctive movement, as if this is how she always likes to soothe someone.

And damn, is he starved for some gentle loving just like this.

A silence falls over them, Rafe’s eyes not flickering away from hers. She’s looking up at him, her doe eyes wide but extremely comforting, her gentle rubbing on his arm relaxing him to an infinite extent.

As if a gravitation pull exerts it’s force on him, he finds himself leaning closer to her, his eyes now training down over her lips. They’re so soft looking, so full, and he has a very strong urge to taste them.

Amber doesn’t pull back, she’s watching him lean closer, her own body reacting and leaning closer to him. Midway, Rafe’s lips are just a hair’s breadth from hers, and he takes the leap, pressing his lips to hers.

For a moment, no one moves, their lips joined in a gentle press. But then, Amber takes the initiative, gently moving her lips against his.

Rafe responds, his hand which isn’t holding the cigarette coming to gently cup her cheek, his thumb stroking the skin. Her hands reach up to wrap around his neck, the kiss soft, slow and incredibly tender.

Rafe gently pulls back, creating just the slightest distance between him and her. He rests his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as he soaks in the moment.

No words are exchanged between them, but he knows they both feel a mutual understanding.

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PRESENT

The rain begins to pour down harder, the drops of water on the grassy lawn gleaming under the occasional strike of lightning. Black umbrellas matching the black outfits are put up by almost everyone, covering everyone’s head by the shelter.

Except one.

Rafe is on his knees right next to the coffin, his fingers gripping the edge of it so tightly his knuckles are beginning to turn white. His head bows down to rest on the edge in between his hands, quiet sobs erupting out of his throat. The raindrops trail over his clothes, making him sopping wet, but he doesn’t care – even when he’s been politely asked to get under an umbrella to cover himself.

Everyone knew well about Rafe’s and Amber’s relationship. God, they loved them. Rafe, the Kook prince, and Amber, the Kook princess. Their fathers; bestest of friends. It’s like people could imagine them getting married even when they weren’t of age. The children of the most powerful men of Outer Banks were meant to take over the island together.

But the dreams were shattered like frail glass when Amber’s death was announced. And it wasn’t some untimely death — it was a murder. A clear gash was present at her chest right where she was stabbed.

Police investigations were started, Rafe paid an incessant amount of money to get the best of detectives on the case, but the murderer was good.

Too damn good.

The murderer didn’t leave a single trace of their presence. They were sharp and quick. It was just a flash of lightning, and the knife was driven in Amber’s chest, and she was declared dead.

The investigations started months ago, and even now, any path they take to find out about the murderer is a dead end.

Almost the entire Figure 8 is invited to the funeral; including you.

You stand at the very end of the crowd, black clothes on your body and a black umbrella over your head, protecting you from the rain.

Your eyes scan over the procession, watching the funeral ceremony taking place in the burial ground where Amber’s coffin is meant to be buried. You can hear the quiet sobs from the front, from Amber’s family, her siblings and cousins, her friends, and from Rafe.

Your gaze zeroes on him as a man begins to gently pull Rafe up from his knees and to get him away from the coffin, because it’s time to take the coffin away for the burial. You see Rafe protesting, his hands reaching out to catch a glimpse of Amber; it doesn’t matter if it’s her coffin. He just wants to feel her, one last time, before she leaves his life completely.

His sobs get louder, dry screams erupting from his throat as the coffin gets carried away. Amber’s mother carefully approaches him and takes him in her arms, her own eyes squeezed tightly shut as tears stream down her cheeks.

As time passes, everyone begins to disperse the burial ground, even Amber’s family, except for Rafe. Her family gently pleads with him to leave too, but he refuses. ‘Just five more minutes’ is what he mumbles in his voice hoarse from all his sobbing to Amber’s mother, who squeezes his hand in return and lets him stay.

And now, everyone has left, but you’re still standing in the same position, watching Rafe, who’s sitting on the wet grass, the rain which is now reduced to a drizzle still showering over him.

You carefully make your way over to him and get down on your knees next to him, letting your umbrella cover him too.

He looks up when he realizes he’s not feeling the raindrops fall on him anymore, his teary eyes finding yours. Completely drowned in the whirlpool of his emotions, he didn’t realize you are still there.

It’s silent for a few moments as Rafe sits with him hugging his knees close to his chest, his head resting on them. You sit next to him, making sure to keep him protected from the rain.

“Rafe…” you murmur after a few more moments of utter silence pass over you both. You gently place a hand on his shoulder, and he looks up at you — his bloodshot eyes drooping from tiredness.

Another moment of silence passes by, the space around you filled only with the sound of the raindrops pattering on your umbrella. The rain seems to slow down even more, the gloomy clouds beginning to light up.

You can see Rafe’s facade beginning to crumble, his need to be comforted washing over the need to be alone and away from you, and ever so slowly, he leans closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

You let your free arm quickly wrap around his shoulders and you pull him closer, your hand rubbing over his back.

The sobs he had started to bury inside himself start sputtering out, his body squeezing closer to you, every fiber of his being craving comfort as he buries his face in his neck and lets himself go, his tears falling against the skin of your neck.

“Shhh Rafe you’re okay, I’m here, I’m here for you,” you mumble softly in his ear. His hands come to wrap around your frame tightly, as if you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

You finally have him in your arms again, the only arms he should ever be in, the only arms that should be comforting him, the only arms that should ever hold him.

You lean down and press a soft kiss to his forehead to comfort him more as you repeat soft words to soothe him as much as you can. When Rafe makes no move to pull himself away from you, you slightly tighten your hold around his shoulders and pull him closer to you.

You let him hold you however he desires, and cry how much he wants.

As you keep on rubbing your hand over his back to soothe him, your gaze looks out at the stretch of the burial ground, your eyes following the path along which Amber’s coffin was carried.

You take in a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment as you let the reality of the situation settle in you.

Amber’s out of Rafe’s life, and he is back where he belongs.

A small satisfied smile quirks the corners of your lips all the while Rafe’s face remains tucked in the crook of your neck, his hands holding onto you as if you’re his last lifeline.

Game over, Amber.

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Boyfriend

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: Inspired by the song 'Boyfriend' by Dove Cameron

Warnings/Tags: Smut 18+ MDNI, Fingering, Oral, Praise, Sub Wanda/Dom Reader, Praise Kink, Soft, Confessions, Minor Vision/Wanda

General Master List

W/c- 1.8k

Your eyes scanned the room once again only to be drawn back to the figure you were trying to avoid. You watched her tap the back of her phone impatiently, her eyes glancing up to check the room for him. Her lip was caught between her lips as her green eyes flickered between anger and disappointment while still scanning the room for a certain android. You couldn’t understand how someone could ever leave her alone, couldn’t treat her the way she deserved to be treated. A wave of jealousy washed over you again reminding you of why you were trying to avoid her. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t escape the feeling of want for her. You wanted her to know how special she was, how amazing she was, how brave she was, how wanted she was but he was still there. He just kept disappointing her over and over again and you just wished she would realise she deserved better.

After a finishing your drink, you noticed a figure in a black dress moving, instantly grabbing your attention. Her eyes glossed over and you saw the disappointment in her face as she tried to manoeuvre her way through the crowd of dancing people. You decided to move after her and just as she reached the doors to leave you grabbed her wrist.

“Hey Wanda?” you softly said making her turn around to see who had taken a hold of her wrist. Her body immediately relaxed when she saw it was you who stopped her.

“Hey,” she replied back, a small smile emerging on her face.

“Care to dance?” you say while offering your hand out for her to take. She gracefully placed her hand in yours causing a smile to appear on your face as she lead you to the dance floor.

Her arms lazily wrapped themselves around your neck as you placed your hands on her waist. Your bodies moved in sync with the music, her hips swaying in an almost hypnotising way as the music started to speed up. Her jet black dress hugged her figure leaving no room for imagination and the slit at her thighs set a throb between your thighs. The alcohol from earlier kicked in as the music picked up giving you a confidence boost to spin her around so her back was flush against your front. Your arm wrapped itself around her waist more securely as her head leaned back to rest against your shoulder. Piercing green eyes met your own before they glanced down to stare at your lips. You moved your mouth to whisper against her ear whilst your hips still moved to the music, her body now grinding against yours.

“I could be a better boyfriend then him,” your voice low and raspy. Her breath hitched and she move her head to look at you, her arm coming up behind her to hold you in place. Slowly, you lowered your head so your lips were ghosting hers, “I could do the shit that he never did.” You tear your eyes away from her lips and back to her eyes to see her pupils blown and staring at you with a hunger. “If I could give you some advice, I would leave with me tonight,” you mumbled before she crashed her lips to yours. Wanda moved so her body faced yours so she could pull you closer and press her lips back onto yours. Your hands moved to her lower back as you pulled her body flush against yours. She moaned into your mouth at the contact and broke off the kiss to pant against your lips. You moved your mouth to press hot open mouthed kisses along her neck but stopped when you felt her pull away. Her hand grabbed your own before she dragged you across the room to the exit.

The two of you made it to the elevator of the compound where you pinned her against the wall. A gasp left her lips as you picked her up so she could wrap her legs around your waist, her core pressed up against your tone stomach as you pushed her even more into the elevator wall. Her mouth moved against yours as you ran your tongue along her bottom lip, seeking entrance that she happily gave to you. A groan escaped you as her hands threaded through your hair, occasionally tugging your head back so she could kiss you better. The sound of the doors opening didn’t stop you as you just carried her off the wall and walked towards the room of your door. However you didn’t make it to your door as you pinned her up against the wall once again, this time however to mark her neck. A loud moan echoed around the empty hallway as she bucked her hips against your stomach, the burning feeling between her thighs too much.

“Please,” she whispered out with her head thrown back. You hastily moved off the wall to find your door before placing her down. Your hands fumbled with the lock and Wanda wasn’t helping by pushing her body back against yours, her teeth scraping your pulse point and hands scratching down your back through your suit jacket. Eventually, you got the lock causing both of you to stumble through the door, her body still clinging onto yours. “Fuck,” she moaned as you kissed down her neck and your hands teased the back of her thighs. “Bedroom,” she said in between kisses, “Now. Please.” You smirked into the kiss as you lead her through your apartment and into your bedroom.

You pushed her onto the bed and hovered over her as her hands pushed your jacket off your shoulders. Your hands glided down her body as you pulled your mouth away from her to make sure she was ok with this.

“If you want to stop,” you say softly as she gazes up into your eyes, “We’ll stop. I want you to be comfortable,” you say with a gentle smile making her kiss you once again. The kiss was slow to start with as you moved to unfasten her dress, the black fabric now becoming loose around her body. Becoming impatient, Wanda used her magic to unbutton your shirt and quickly shoved it off your body to reveal your black lace bra and toned abdomen. Swiftly, you removed her dress leaving her just in her red lace panties as her dress didn’t need a bra. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered before pecking her lips and moving down her body. You kissed down her collar bone teasingly before taking a nipple in your mouth and using your hand to roll the other. Sinful noises filled the room as you licked and sucked at her sensitive flesh, her hands digging into your shoulder as her hips moved helplessly under you. With a pop, you let go of her nipple and moved to the other whilst your hand trailed south. A visible wet spot was seem on the red fabric making you smirk around her breast. “Look at you,” you husked out while moving down to kiss along her stomach, occasionally nipping to leave a small red mark. “So wet for me ,” you ran your fingers along the inside of her thighs, her body tensing and trembling with anticipation under your touch. “So desperate,” you mocked as you heard her whimper at the feeling of you circling her clit through the fabric.

Suddenly, you moved and ripped the fabric off her making her moan at the show of strength. You kissed her inner thighs before moving to lick at her clit. You circled the sensitive bundle of nerves before kissing and sucking at it. Her back arched at the pleasure and her hands moved to grip your hair to hold you in place. You moaned into her core at the taste of her and moved your hand so your fingers could tease her entrance.

“Please,” she begged as you gathered her wetness on your fingers. “Please just fuck me.” You thrusted a finger into her making her moan into the room as her head rolled backwards to rest against the mattress. You felt her walls pulse around you and quickly built up the pace whilst continuing to suck at her clit. You pumped your finger in at a brutal pace before slipping another finger in. Her walls tightened around you and her breath became ragged telling you she was close. “Fuck-I-Please!” she whimpered as her hips bucked against your hands and face.

“Be a good girl and come for me,” you rasped out before curling your fingers just at the right stop. Her whole body tensed and her thighs tightened around your head as she came with a string of moans. Slowly, you calmed down your movements as her body trembled from a powerful orgasm, your hands now rubbing soothing circles around her waist. You moved back up her body and pressed your lips against hers making her moan at the taste of herself on your tongue. The kiss gradually died down and Wanda moved to bury her face in the crook of your neck as you kissed the top of her head.

When you realised Wanda was falling asleep under you, you moved to go to the bathroom to get a wet cloth. You quickly cleaned her up before moving to lay next to her in bed. Sleepily, she looked up at you and gave you a small kiss before moving to cuddle against your chest.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt a weight on top of you and looked down to see the redhead curled up against your side, her head resting on your chest. You watched how her chest slowly rose and fell with each steady breath and how her face looked so calm and peaceful. You carefully moved to run your hand up and down her back making her let out a small sigh. Around ten minutes later you felt her wake up and moved slightly so you could see her.

“Morning beautiful,” you whispered making her giving you a lazy smile as her eyes fluttered open.

“Morning,” she whispered back whilst moving to cuddle more into you. “You stayed,” she mumbled at the base of your neck as you threaded your hands through her hair.

“Of course I stayed,” your voice was soft and gentle as you moved to look down at her. “I meant what I said last night. I could be better than him. I really like you Wanda and I want to treat you how you deserve to be treated.” You nervously watched for her reaction just to see her bite her bottom lip and smile at you.

“I really like you too,” she confessed quietly before moving to straddle your waist. “How about I show you how much I like you?” she purred out with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

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Clash of Champions | LH44 , MV1

Act 2. Playlist : Retribution is coming

Ships : Lewis Hamilton x Engineer! Reader , Max Verstappen x Engineer! Reader

Genre : Drama , Angst , Romance

A/N : Let’s set the mood for ACT 2 , shall we?

Summary : The rivalry between the titans of Formula 1 go off track and only one will reign victorious

Act 1 : Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Act 2. >

Act 2. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Tracks :

1. High Heels - JoJo ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

2. Not Afraid Anymore - Halsey

3. Fetish - Selena Gomez

4. Tally - Blackpink

5. Play with Fire - Sam Tinnesz ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

6. Typa Girl - Blackpink

7. So It Goes … - Taylor Swift

8. Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

9. Skyfall - Adele

10. You Don’t Own Me - SAYGRACE

11. I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift

12. Good in Goodbye - Madison Beer

13. Walls Could Talk - Halsey

14. Don’t Blame Me - Taylor Swift

15. Breakfast - Dove Cameron

16. Vigilante Shit - Taylor Swift

17. Joke’s on You - Charlotte Lawrence ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

18. Living Hell - Bella Poarch

19. Siren - Kailee Morgue

Are you ready for Retribution?

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

Part 9

Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

Part 10 here ✨🆕

Check out part 8 here if you missed it.

A/n: I'm back with another long chapter, grab a snack and a warm blanket and your headphones 🎧 . This story is ticking closer to its ending, i hope you enjoy this part as well 💖.

Your feedback is highly appreciated ✨🫶🏻.

Music suggestion ♪:

Dove Cameron - Boyfriend & The Weeknd - House Of Balloons.

W.c: 5.2k+ not proofread

Fuming with anger, his chest tightening. You and Nanami hadn’t notice him but he couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t bear to linger in your and Nanami’s presence a moment longer or he might not be able to control his shit. Hurriedly, he made his way through the dimly lit hallway to the bathroom, his steps heavy with frustration.

Once inside the bathroom, Gojo leaned over the sink, aggressively splashing cold water on his face attempting to repress the rising tide of his emotions. As the water flown on his face and chest, closing his eyes for the cold sensation to take him, your smile whenever you talked to your students, your laugh whenever Yuuji cracked a joke, the sparkle in your eyes whenever you explained new techniques and moves to your class, the hair strands falling on your face while you slept peacefully. But alongside those beautiful memories lingered the image of you and Nanami a few moments ago, your face inches away from each other as if you were gonna kiss, the way Nanami treated you with gentleness, with love and respect as if he’s your husband and not Gojo. A pang of envy ate him up from the inside. Also remembering how you and Nanami were so casually discussing how he had to kill his only bestfriend, it was too much to handle in only one night.

Clenching his fists, with a sudden burst of emotions, he slammed his hand against the wall, inches away from the mirror. The sharp sting of pain momentarily distracted him from his thoughts.

Alone, looking at his reflection in the mirror, struggling to make sense of the conflicting emotions that swirled within him.

“No it can’t be! I’m not jealous! I hate her…”

Longing, jealousy, deep-seated sense of inadequacy and emptiness. Being the strongest comes with a high cost; being lonely.

With a deep breath, after composing himself in the bathroom, Satoru splashed his face once more with water before turning to leave. As he exited, his mind still racing, he bumped into someone,

“Gojo? What a surprise!”

“Mei Mei?”

She stood before him with a sly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she scanned his face. Trying her best to catch his attention with the lingerie she was wearing, seductively touching her neck.

“Couldn’t sleep Gojo?”

“Nah, just used the bathroom and now going back to my room”

“Why the rush? Fancy the change of scenery? I’m sure you’re sick of seeing Y/n beside you for the whole night?”

“Nah I’m good-” he replied coldly,

 he knew what she’s attempting to do, he’s aware of her feelings towards him but he clearly rejected them a long time ago but she doesn’t seem to get it, especially that it’s his fault to give her a chance to get close to him just to annoy Y/n. And now he regrets it.

But she was persistent, not planning to let go of him. As he walked pass her, she grabbed his arm and spoke,

“Come on Gojo, I thought we’re on the same team! Maybe I can distract you from what’s on your mind right now.. or Y/n is allowed to have fun with Nanami and you’re not ? let’s talk privately in my room, maybe I can help? We’re friends after all, aren’t we?” she smirked.

The thought of Y/n and Nanami together made his blood boil again, completely blinded by anger.

“Okay then, lead the way” he relented,

He knows that probably Nanami and his wife are not like what they seem, but his narcissism told him that he needs to take revenge. If his wife spends time with another man, he’ll spend time with another woman. Even though he’s the one who started this cycle in the first place. He knows its wrong, he can’t even stand Mei Mei, but for his own pride, he had to do it, even though you wouldn’t even see him with her but at least in front of himself. He wasn’t planning to do anything with Mei Mei, he was just there.

“Come in, so do you wanna drink something?”

“I’m good”

“Why do you keep pushing me away, I’m trying to help you know” she said taking off the part of the lingerie that was covering her shoulders. Now completely exposed, only in her laced silky lingerie as she took a seat on her bed.

Gojo sighed, knowing her intentions and the game she was playing. He was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

“You said you wanted to talk.. Go ahead”

“I see you’re rushing! Don’t tell me you already miss sleeping beside your wife, or let me guess! She’s not even there cuz she’s having a date with Nanami?”

“Mei Mei shut up” he said calmly.

“Why? Did it trigger you? Don’t tell me you caught feelings while she’s completely ignoring you for another man… I guess your plan to offend her didn’t work Gojo but rather made her happy to find Nanami”

“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP” he yelled,

“NO I’M NOT GONNA SHUT UP, I’M NOT GONNA GIVE UP AND LET YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH HER”

“Do you hear yourself? What love are you talking about?”

“I know you have feeling s for Y/n Gojo! But as long as I’m in your life, I wouldn’t allow it to happen..” she paused crawling closer to him as he sat on the bed egde “You deserve someone like me Gojo, why can’t you give me a chance? Divorce with her!! Why would you wait for her curse to break, you know she’s useless either way”

“I won’t divorce her. I won’t give you a chance Mei Mei”

“You sure about that? Look at me, I have everything she doesn’t. You can do whatever you want with me, I offer you my body for tonight and for every night Gojo”

“NO! can’t you see that I don’t want you Mei Mei.. I’m not interested in touching you”

“I was the one who helped you Gojo to offend her and make her life a living hell, is this how you thank me by rejecting me?”

“I paid you for it, you’ve got the money what do you want more?”

“YOU! I LOVE YOU GOJO SATORU” she yelled, her hands reaching his private part to touch it but he slapped them away.

Without saying anything he walked towards the door to leave her room. He walked outside, but she followed him,

“Not so fast, you can’t just leave me like that-” she exclaimed desperately.

She grabbed his face and attempted to kiss him but before he could push her away, a voice spoke behind him,

“Satoru?” you said, your eyes widening.

You caught them in a very wrong time, Mei Mei was basically half naked, only in her laced lingerie that exposed her chest and barely covered her thighs and Gojo shirtless while their faces were close to each other and in front of her room. You couldn’t help but think that both of them half naked, did something very intimate; sex.

“Cheater” you mumbled and started walking away,

“Y/n wait” said Nanami, but you were already gone.

Gojo heart sank at your sight, your expressions a mixture of shock and betrayal. He watched helplessly as you turned away, your footsteps echoing in the silence that followed. It’s true he wanted revenge from the very beginning; he’s the one who asked for Mei Mei’s help. If he got caught in this situation at the beginning of your marriage he would be happiest but now? It made him more frustrated. He wanted to immediately run behind you, but he stopped himself. Why would he if both of you hate each other? You were with Nanami as well,  but he knew it wasn’t the same case. Mei Mei told you a lot of false information about her and Gojo being together and hooking up so seeing them both half naked could only mean one thing to you, that he fucked her and cheated on you.

“Fuck” he muttered under his breath.

Mei Mei smirked, seeing you like that made her happy and satisfied. Gojo rounded on her, his eyes narrowing with anger.

“You’re pathetic Mei Mei…. You’re living a false fantasy in your head and I pity you” he spat

“Aren’t you the same with Y/n? Living in your daydream about being with her while she’s out there with your colleague?” she spoke offensively.

His hands clenched into fists, his chest heavy with pent-up emotions. He was completely lost, he couldn’t understand why he felt his way, why it bothered him so much that he got caught. You were going to divorce anyway right? The realization of the consequences of his own actions hit him like a ton of bricks, but he can’t blame Mei Mei, the only one to blame is himself, he knew Mei Mei’s intentions from the beginning but he followed along, driven by his narcissism and ego, and now he’s silently paying for it.

“I don’t love you Mei Mei get that through your head, you took your money, now leave me alone-”

“You’ll regret that Gojo, you’ll regret breaking my heart”

“If there’s something to regret, is regretting involving you in the first place” he said through gritted teeth and then left.

“Don’t follow her Gojo, she clearly doesn’t wanna talk to you and she needs time now” said Nanami as Gojo walked past him.

“This will be my last warning Nanamin, stay away from my wife!” he threatened pointing his index finger at him.

“You dare to call her wife after cheating on her, your arrogance will end you someday Gojo Satoru”

“I. Didn’t. Cheat. On. Her”

“That’s not what it looks like…but you fucked up real bad”

“Mind your business” spat Satoru then left the his room.

….

You hesitated to knock on the door but you did eventually. Ain’t no way you’re spending the night with Gojo, you felt disgusted, and your heart was aching so much. Why would it hurt like this? Why would it affect you so much? You felt your inside organs sinking, as if someone got your heart in their hands and started squeezing it tightly making it bleed. Even though you were with Nanami, but both of you were respectful and didn’t cross the boundaries and most of all, fully dressed. Always eminding yourself that you’re a married woman and even if you don’t respect Gojo you still respect yourself and the others around you.  

“Y/n – sensei? Is everything okay?” said Maki as she opened the door.

Summoning your courage, you mustered the strength to voice your request,

“Could..could I spend the night here?” you asked.

“Of course sensei, come in please!”

Despite her sharp personality, Maki was always sweet and understanding towards you. She respects you a lot and over time both of you developed a good friendship even though she’s you’re student. She as well can’t stand Mei Mei and Satoru, so she knows well your struggle.

“Are you alright?” she asked worriedly,

“Mhm” you nodded

“You know if you wanna talk about it, I’m all ears!”

“You’re so sweet Maki! But I’m fine don’t worry I just don’t wanna spend the night with Satoru, you already know, haha the whole school knows that our marriage is fake so it’s kinda hard for both of us to share the room” you said trying to hide the truth that you actually caught your husband half naked with another woman.

“Is it Mei Mei? I know she always causes problems”

“Nah it has nothing to do with her” you reassured “Go back to sleep Maki, you have a long day tomorrow”

Maki moved a bit, giving you some space to lay there.

“Make yourself comfortable”  she smiled, giving you an extra blanket.

Anytime you closed your eyes, the sight of both of them creeped up in your mind, your eyes getting wet , you didn’t notice until that one single drop of tear fell on the pillow.

“No it can’t be…I hate him so much” you thought to yourself, trying to ease the heaviness you felt in your heart.

Finally, the sun rose. Announcing a new day. While Maki was asleep at night, you had a full conversation with yourself, giving yourself “the talk”. Convincing yourself that once you divorce him, things will get better and maybe you’ll meet the love of your life when you’re finally free from your curse and from him.

You headed to the common room with Maki to have breakfast, being with her while chatting about random things made your start of the day a lot better, you knew you’d find him there but you weren’t sure how to face him or repress that uncontrollable sting you felt. But your approach was to pretend, pretend as if you didn’t care, as if what happened yesterday was just a bad dream. You took a seat next to Nanami and Megumi and started munching on your food. Completely ignoring Gojo’s sad eyes that were looking your way and Mei Mei’s smirk that was directed to you. You actd as if both of them weren’t there. You enjoyed your breakfast, chitchatting with Nanami, he was as equally confused as Gojo. Didn’t you get pissed yesterday, how did you control your emotions in one night, how strong could you be. But Nanami was happy that you were doing alright, a cheater is definitely not worthy of your tears. Gojo tightened his grip around his cup, excusing himself from the table, barely finishing his food.

You spent your day teaching as usual, but having extra fun and laughing extra hard. To others it seemed real but inside it was nothing but a pretend. Laughing to not give a chance to your sorrow to take over you. Laughing and being a social butterfly, joking around with your students just to hide how empty you were feeling from the inside. The void inside of you got more bigger, and it requires more efforts to conceal it. You’ve got this, you’ve been dealing with emptiness and disappointment since a very young age, but as you got older you learned how to hide it but let it break you when you’re completely alone.

You watched as your students were gathered in the school field, chatting and having fun, a smile tugged on the corners of your mouth, having friends and enjoying your teenage years is something you never experienced but it made you happy to see others enjoy it; cousins and siblings, sharing inside jokes and discussing events that happened at school , gossiping about teachers while you sat in a corner, forced by your parents to sit with them, just so you don’t lose your social skills of being at home for your whole life. Funny how they were scared that you might lose your social skills while you already lost yourself.

And now it’s repeating itself, you’re watching your students laugh together and enjoy their time. But it’s never too late to have. You walked towards them, yes, you’ll join them and act as if you were a student, for once you wanted to experience that.

“Hey guys, watcha doing?” you said with a smile.

“Oh Sensei! We were just having fun” exclaimed Yuuji excitedly,

“Oh , mind if I join?” you asked

“You’re always welcome in the friend group sensei” said Nobara

You sat with them, joining in the fun, carrying the conversation with them. Maybe you had nothing positive out of this new life, out of this marriage but at least now you have friends; Nanami, Maki, Yujii and the other students. Funny how these young students are way mature and respectful than Gojo and Mei Mei. Proof that power isn’t everything if you can’t be a decent human being.

As you were laughing at one of Panda’s jokes, you were taken aback from a deep voice that filled the space and got you al mute instantly.

“You brats are so loud, wonder how Y/N is bearing you”

You kept looking for the voice, when Yuji slapped his face.

“Eeh apologies sensei, he likes to intervene in the most unexpected times”

“Huh?” you looked at Yuuji and you saw a mouth popping up on his cheek.

“What is that?” you asked again

“That? Tch I’m Ryomen Sukuna the king of curses”

It was the first time you see him, or only his mouth. You knew Yuuji was the vessel but you didn’t know that he could show up like that. Suddenly, tattoos started appearing on Yuuji’s face.

“Oh this can’t be any good” muttered Megumi.

You looked in disbelief, the jujutsu world is full of surprises. Scary but interesting.

“Now kids excuse us, I need to talk with Y/N alone” said Sukuna making you furrow your brows.

All of them stood their ground, ready to exorcise him if he ever touched you. You heart warmed at how they were considerate and protective over you but it made you feel weak. A teacher is the one supposed to protect the studenst and not opposite.

“I won’t let you hurt Y/n-sensei” said Megumi

“That’s okay guys! I’ll be fine” you smiled towards them “Go back to your classes, I’ll join you later”

Well you weren’t sure if you’ll join them later or not, given that Ryomen Sukuna is standing in front of you and he could snap you in half before even trying to take your last breath. But you wanted to face a real danger, you’ve never seen a curse and you had the honor to see the king of curses.

Sukuna looked at you with his red eyes and a playful smirk drawn on his face.

“So you’re the rumored to surpass me?” he started

“E-excuse me?” you said in confusion, how would you surpass the king of curses.

“Oh yeah I remember, they’re hiding a lot of things from you, a lot of information from you….but I’m not one to spoil the fun but rather run with the flow if I like it of course…so imma just say, I can’t wait for you curse to break.”

“What are you talking about? What info? And why would you wait for my curse to break?”

“To finally have the legendary duel that everyone is waiting for, including your husband”

You froze in place, as fear crept into your bones like a chill.

“There must be a mistake, what duel? I’m not even a sorcerer”

“You will be! You don’t know your potential yet, surprised that that brat Gojo Satoru hasn’t told you, he likes to spoil everything”

“So is this an indirect way to say that you can’t wait to kill me?”

“Something like that yeah”

“oh wow wonderful” you chuckled nervously, as your hands started sweating.

What a way to finish your day, by getting threatened by the king of curses himself.

As you were talking, Mei Mei interrupted you. You rolled your eyes, being threatened by Sukuna is way better than seeing her face. But you had to act cool.

“Oh look who’s here” she begun “The famous Ryomen Sukuna”

“Isn’t she scared that he might kill her?” you thought to yourself.

“I’m having a private conversation so get out of here” he spat ruthlessly

“Oh don’t worry, I have no intention in fighting you Sukuna just wanted to check up on my friend”

“Talking as if you stand a chance against me in a fight, so don’t make me say it again, piss off NOW”

“Alright, but I see that Y/n is having fun, surrounding yourself by men! Married to Gojo, hooking up with Nanami and now hitting on Ryomen Sukuna… not only a gold and power digger but also a curse digger…. Now I see why Gojo chose me- because you’re a slut”

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you slapped her as hard as you could, you hand connected with her cheek in a sharp crack. The force of the slap sent a shockwave through Mei Mei’s body, her head snapping to the side with the impact. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as she registered the sting of pain radiating from her cheek, a burning sensation that pulsed with each rapid heartbeat. As she found your eyes, she was met with a fury gaze that burned holes through her. She’s been provoking you and pushing you to the brink for days now, and you finally snapped.

Sukuna watched with amusement, you didn’t disappoint even though you’ve got 0 cursed energy. He knew you were different from the day you succeeded in landing a punch on the famous Gojo Satoru, he’s formidable enemy. But know he’s no longer interested in Gojo, his new target is you.

Mei Mei took a step closer to you but Sukuna stood in front of you,

“You dare to lay a finger on her and I’ll chop you into pieces” he threatened, his red eyes glowing .

“I know you won’t, you have a pact with Yuji and you can’t break it”

“Who said I can’t? know your place fool, I’m the king of curses”

“Ahh” she laughed in disbelief.

“Are you thick in the head or what? I SAID PISS OFF BITCH”

Mei Mei left both of you alone, walking away like a loser she is. You looked at Sukuna, he was threatening you a few minutes ago and now defending you?

“Why’d you do that? Defend me? I thought you wanted to kill me?”

“Because you’re reserved for me, no one can harm my future opponent, gotta keep you safe fpr now so I can enjoy fighting you later” he smirked.

You glared at him,

“So I’m supposed to thank you?”

“Nah you’re supposed to find out why your curse didn’t break yet, aren’t you curious?”

You were indeed curious but you had nothing you could do except waiting, you married Satoru and that’s the ultimate thing you could do. After making your vows that bond was automatically created, you knew breaking the curse takes time, but it took longer than you expected, but what can you do except waiting? So you avoided it and just let this invisible bond do its thing. Now after meeting Sukuna you were questioning if you truly wanted to become a sorcerer, since you’ll probably get killed by him.

“I’m not” you simply said and left.

“We’ll meet again Y/n, so better count your days” he teased, his devilish laughed echoeing in your ears.

…..

“Sensei are you alright?” asked Maki

“Yeah I’m fine, just had a small talk with Sukuna” you reassured them

“SENSEI” yelled Yuuji as he ran towards you.

“Yuuji-kun?”

“I’m sorry Sensei I couldn’t stop him from swapping…I’m sorry if he scared you” explained Yuuji with an apologetic expression, as he engulfed you in a hug.

“Aw, you’re the sweetest Yuuji! But no need to worry about me, I’m really fine” you smiledwidely, patting his head.

“I’m glad you’re okay!”

“Now go on to your dorms, it’s getting late”

….

You closed your room’s door, taking a heavy breath as you started changing into your pyjamas,

“And I thought my life wouldn’t get any worse”

Settling on your bed, you didn’t want to spend the night with Satoru but you had no option. You can’t spend the rest of your life in Maki’s room. As you were trying to calm yourself down from the storm that raged inside you, your stomach twisting, expecting Gojo to show up at any given moment, you grabbed your book, flipping the pages. You couldn’t concentrate or keep your focus on anything, your thoughts scrambled, too many threats, too many problems and it was already a success that you didn’t lose your shit yet. Trying your best to stay composed and to not go completely crazy on anyone who tries to talk to you.

As your eyes focused on the page in front you, words not making any sense, the door creaked open, shattering your desperate attempt of having a peaceful night. Your heart leaped into your throat, you knew he’ll join you eventually, but forseeing it didn’t make you any prepared. A wave of panic washed over you, feeling as if you were going to puke from how anxious you were. You averted your gaze back to your book, avoiding him even though you felt his eyes boring into you. You didn’t know the reason behind his intense looks and you weren’t ready to find out as well. Your jaw clenched tight as you tried to keep your emotions in check, your silence already spoke volumes.

He grabbed a t-shirt and one of his sweatpants from his wardrobe and started changing, you weren’t phased by him changing in front of you, you were actually ignoring his existence. He knew you were done with him when you didn’t yell at him for changing in front of you, for not even being bothered by his appearance. You were boiling inside, but you kept a poker face. And it broke him into pieces, it have made him loads better if you screamed and yelled at him, if you voiced your anger like you usually do, but your silence scared him for the very first time and he thought it was the end.

He joined you in bed. By his body language you could tell he was preparing to say something. He cleared his throat, hesitant to say anything, but he had to keep that cool and confident image.

“Hey about last night, just so you know I didn’t cheat on you- it’s not like what it seemed, we di-”

“I don’t wanna hear anything, I don’t wanna even hear your voice Satoru” you said coldly

“I’m not dying to express myself but I don’t like it when someone msiun-”

“THEN SHUT UP” you snapped out of frustration

“W-what?”

“Idon’t wanna hear any more lies Satoru, you can fuck her as much as you want you, it’s not phasing me at all”

“Then why did it bother you like that to the point that ran away-”

“Because I’m disgusted of you” you said through gritted teeth throwing away your book on the floor

He didn’t say anything, but looked at you with wide eyes as you threw a tantrum.

“Why’d you insist that I’m a cheater huh? Because I’m not! She pushed herself on me! It was just a wrong timing”

“I.Don’t.Care!” you said as you left the bed

“Yeah clearly, you don’t care about anyone except yourself” now he started attacking you,

“WHAT?”

He took a step closer to you, his hand grabbing your wrist forcefully, pulling you towards him,

“I said you only care about yourself! You see what you want to see, you understand what you want to understand, you don’t even try to connect with people on a deeper level because you’re empty and you hate it, because you know once they get to know you they’ll find nothing from the inside”

He did strike a sensitive nerve, and hit a sensitive spot in you, using your trauma against you is a terrible thing to do, such a cowardice. It’s like voicing his own trauma but using it to insult you.

“You don’t have any right to say this, you don’t even know me!”

“And you don’t have any right to call me a cheater, you don’t even know me!”

“All I know is that you’re broken, alone and desperate…hiding behind power but the night exposes you, you nightmares humble you-”

“If you say any other word, you’ll regret it Y/N”

“Yeah threaten me all you like, I’m going to die anyway” you said the last sentence as a whisper but he heard it.

It pissed him off, how you caught all vulnerable, he hated to admit how his nightmares scared him, how they haunted him for years but you simply used them against him. He took a step closer to you,

“I pity you Y/n, you dare to speak nonsense because your entire life is nonsense itself.. Yeah that must be hard for you, being ignored by your parents and family, of course you’d grow up to become a disappointment, a failure. You failed your family and now you’re failing everyone around you in Jujutsu high..” he spoke,

His words like daggers that were thrown directly at your chest, you wanted to fight him back but deep down you knew every word he said was true. Your family didn’t even call to check up on you since the day you got married, as if you were a burden and finally got rid of it. They didn’t even believe that your curse would break, they had a bit of hope that Gojo would do something but definitely not you. 

You stared at him, with a smile that hid your sadness , you grabbed your jacket, and left. Closing the door behind you. He didn’t mean any word he said, he was just driven by jealousy, and you saying that him and Mei Mei didn’t bother you drove him crazy, making him think that you don’t have any feelings towards him and that you want Nanami instead.

*Timeskip to the morning*

As the morning light filtered through the big window, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table, Gojo took his seat, ignoring Mei Mei who was trying hard to get his attention. As the minutes ticked by, your absence became increasingly conspicuous, concerned whispers filled the room.

“Where’s your wife?” asked principal Yaga

Satoru’s brow furrowed in confusion,

“I thought she was here…maybe she’s in the bathroom or something” he replied, shoving food inside his mouth.

“I was in the bathroom, and she wasn’t there” said Maki

A sense of panic rippled through the group, Nanami quickly stood up from his chair and started searching in the whole school, but you were nowhere to be found. Followed by your students, principal Yaga and now Gojo whose heart started pounding as he looked for you everywhere. Only Mei Mei calmly sitting still, enjoying her food.

Once again gathered in the common room, after their failed attempt to find you, they called you multiple times but failed to reach you.

“Did something happened between you two?” asked Principal Yaga, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Satoru swallowed hard, the weight of his guilt settling heavily upon his shoulders,

“We-we had an argument last night….” He admitted “she left the room and I thought she was just going to the balcony or something…I didn’t realize she had left”

“SHE WAS YOUR FUCKING RESPONSIBILTY SATORU!!” yelled Yaga sensei

“Sensei I truly didn’t know!”

“You know that there’s a murderer on the loose that’s targeting her and you didn’t care ..”

“Wait what?” asked the students in union since they didn’t know about Toji’s plan to murder you.

“Instead of protecting her what the fuck where you doing?” asker principal Yaga once again

“He was with me!” said Mei Mei taking the last bite of her toast “Gojo was with me” she repeated

“If you dare to throw any other lie Mei Mei I swear to God I’ll kill you” threatened Gojo walking towards her but Nanami stopped him.

“Don’t blame others for your own mistakes Gojo “ she said offensively

As they were fighting, trying to have a plan on how to find you, Gojo received a text on his phone, that got his eyes widen in fear,

[Gojo Satoru, I wanted to inform you that your wife is with me, I don’t think you care that much , but so you can save yourself and energy from the hassle of searching that the higher ups would put you through – Toji Fushiguro]

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[starrybl1ss]

boyfriend

"i could be a better boyfriend than him"

boyfriend - dove cameron

💌:: hi hi hiii! im rn suuuuper busy but i just had this idea i need to write it asapp!!! Its another drabble thoughhhh:( i js cant be stuck w writing one long fic!! Was gonna put fluff in here but i scrapped the idea<3

dom!college!ellie williams x f!reader

warnings bbg: mdni!!! fingering, smut generally, toxic releationship, pet names???

summary: reader having an asshole of a boyfriend and ellie being reader's bestfriend thinks she could be a better boyfriend.

---☆

You came rushing to ellie's apartment elevator with tears mixed with mascara drailing down your face. Geez, you had a rough day. You quickly pressed number 5, that's the floor ellie is on.

Luckly no one was in the elevator with you so nobody had to see you being a mess. You grabbed your phone while still being in the elevator and quickly texted ellie.

You

Els, im a minute away from your room.

You got out of the elevator and found ellie's apartment door. Your just hoping she's isn't outside, i mean she has no classes at this time as she told you this morning.

You knocked on the door nervously, scared if she wasn't home. Then the door opened-- phew! She is home.

Ellie stops and looks at you top to bottom. "Hey what's wrong?" She asked in a soft voice. "I-" ellie stops you. "Wait, come inside first" she insisted.

You came in her apartment room dropping your bag on the floor and broke into tears. "is it your boyfriend again? What did he do to you this time?" She hugged you while patting your head gently.

"I- i j- just asked him to-" you sobbed again. "To- to go to come over a- and he said h-he couldn't" you sniffed. "W-when i asked-- why? He said he had a lot of assigments unfinished and he's busy-" ellie whiped a tear running down your cheeks.

"B-b-but when i went back to campus- to get the books i left, i- i saw him with aliyah- a- and t-they k- kissed.." ellie looked at you with pure sympathy. "Sit down" she told you.

You sat on her bed next to her. "B-but aliyah is dating that popular guy..." you sobbed. "She dates the whole campus y/n, just dump him! Your better on your own"

"But- if i dumped him, i- id hurt him..." you told her. Ellie looks at you in disbelief "your kidding right?" Said in a slightly mocking tone. "So your feel sorry for him?" She scoffs "funny. After making you cry for hours every single day? Never had time for you and instead he's hooking up with other hoes like that bitch aliyah?"

You avoided eye contact with ellie, she sounded angry. "So i'm just gonna let him hurt my g- bestfriend like that?" You shake your head slowly. "You still going to be with him? Come on, your not a loser" she mocked you.

"Your not going back with him. Im not letting him hurt you again. Enough is enough" you looked at her with soggy eyes still.

Ellie got closer to your face and whispered to your ears. "I could be a better boyfriend than him"

Suddenly she pushes you to the wall. "You are not going back to him" she stared at you coldly. She lifts up your chin. "Els...-" she kissed you a bit harsh while gripping on your shorts. You looked at her. Don't know how to react.

"Don't be an idiot, your better alone, or..." she towers over you on her bed practically pinning you to the wall. "...With me"

She pulls the top of your tanktop with her right hand and pulled down one of the strap with her left hand. "Ellie...." you whined. "Who do you belong to now?" She asked you demandingly. "Y-you"

You were so fucked up in the head, all fuzzy almost couldn't think straight. You feel drunk, this time it's not because you were at dina's and partying all night, this time its different.

It was a suprise, throughout the past 2 years, ellie does act a little 'different' with you, considering you've known her for half your life.

"You have no idea how long i've wanted to do this..." ellie whispered. You pulled ellie's shirt "can i just be yours....?" You muttered.

Ellie smirked and scoffs a bit mockingly "your mine" she said in a tone you've never heard before. She pulled down both of the straps of your tanktop and pulled it down.

She kissed your neck, biting it.... leaving marks. God, how are you going to cover this up? You started groaning.

"You smell nice, did your boyfriend bought you this parfume?" She stopped and looks at you. "N-no... i bought it mysel- shit..." she slid down the pretty shorts you wore.

"Better huh? Its getting hot in here" she smiled at took off her shirt and damn... she works out a lot doesn't she?

Ellie pushed her knuckle on your clothes cunt. "S'wet babe, who did this to you?" She asked. "Don'know" you mumbled. She pulled down your underwear and you gasped slightly. She suddenly inserts one digit in you. "Do you know now?" She asked again. "S'you- its you els"

She curled her finger in you. "-eghh.... el-ellie....." god your totally fuck up, its only one finger- and again, she puts another digit in you as you clenched around her fingers.

"Your so pretty..." ellie spat out those words making you blush like crazy. Its not like she never compliments you, she always compliment you every time you two meet and you put so much effort to your clothes i mean this time you were barely wearing anything.

You keep on moaning and groaning, shes is doing something to you. Then she pulled out both her digits and starts edging you. "Ff-fuck fuck fuuckk.." you yelled out.

"Y'gonna cum for me sweetie?" She asked. "S--soon, p-probablly i-" you came on her hand with a moan as you reached your climax. "Good girl" she praised you.

[blueicequeen19]

Games & Consequences

Warnings: non-con, degradation, creampie, humiliation, deep throating, dark Rafe

You leaned against the upstairs balcony overlooking the party as you finished your drink. You hadn’t intended to come to this party because you hated the host but you needed a hookup and all the hot guys were here. Now you just had to find one you wanted.

“Just the person I was looking for.” You startle at the sound of his voice as a door slams. You spin around to see Rafe Cameron advancing on you with a murderous look in his eyes.

“Oh shit.” You turn to flee but there’s no where to run as he quickly yanks you inside, slamming the balcony door shut and shoving you against the wall.

“Oh shit, is right, you little bitch. Tell me, did you do it on purpose?” Rafe snarls in your face. You glare back at him, knowing this was coming.

“Fuck off.” You bite out. It’s the wrong thing to say because his hand wraps around your throat, cutting off your air supply as he presses his rock hard body against yours.

“You dared my girlfriend to make out with another dude.” Rafe spats, loosening his grip just enough for you to cough as you suck in a breath, tears filling your eyes.

“It was a game.” You shove at his chest but he tightens his hold on your throat again.

“A game where she ended up fucking someone else.” Rafe growls. You could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“They didn’t fuck. They just.. messed around a little.” You couldn’t help but smirk a little until his hand dove between your legs under your poor excuse of a skirt to cup your pussy.

“Yea? Like this?” Rafe lowers his voice as he strokes your clit over your thong, his fingers sliding through your slit. “He touch her like this?”

“What the fuck are you doing?” You try to smack him but he’s quicker, throwing you off as he buries two fingers in your pussy. You’d be lying if you said the situation hadn’t left you practically dripping. You loved being roughed up. You just hadn’t ever expected it be from Rafe.

“God, this pussy is so fucking wet. You’re a little slut too, aren’t you?” Rafe taunts, adding a third finger and stretching you painfully wide as you fight back your cries of pleasure.

“S-stop.” You beg, grabbing at his wrist but he ignores you, kicking your legs wider apart.

“You ruined my relationship so now I’m going to ruins yours. Do you think she’ll still be friends with you after finding out that you fucked me? That you begged me to fuck you raw?” Rafe withdraws his fingers and shoves them to the back of your throat before you can respond, making you choke as you taste yourself. He forces you to gag until you’re sure you’ll retch before he finally pulls away, yanking you over to the leather couch by your hair as you cough and stumble.

“R-Rafe!” You wheeze as he forces you to your knees on the couch and bending you over the back of it.

“She used to beg me to fuck her raw and I never did. I knew that crazy bitch wanted me to knock her up. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when you tell her.” You can’t think past the terror gripping you as Rafe yanks you against his chest, his thick cock suddenly against your thighs as he growls into your ear.

“And you will tell her. Think about this next you want to play fucking games with me.” Rafe guides his cock to your entrance, thrusting in hard just as he bites down on your neck. You scream but his hand is quickly there to silence you, not hesitating a moment before pumping into you hard and fast. Your best friend wasn’t lying about his dick being huge.

You claw at the cushions, desperately trying to hang onto something as he fucks you savagely. There was no other way to put it. It was painful and punishing but your pussy was dripping down your thighs and an orgasm was being ripped from you before you were ready. Rafe laughs mockingly in your ear before shoving you down onto your face, forcing your ass up into the air as he continues to fuck you.

“Could you imagine her face if you got pregnant instead?” Rafe let’s out a sinister laugh that has your blood running cold and alarm bells going off in your head. You try to push up on your hands but he puts his weight onto your back, biting down on your shoulder as he delivers blow after blow to your spasming pussy.

“You are a pathetic little slut, aren’t you? Your pussy is so fucking wet. You’re making a mess.” Rafe groans into your hair. You were going to be covered in bruises from his bite marks and rough hands.

“Rafe. Oh, god. I’m sorry. Please. I’m sorry.” You cry even as you cum again. Rafe holds you in place with a firm grip on the back of your neck, his pumps not slowing down as he fucks you through your high.

“Say it again, slut.” Rafe hisses in your ear. “Like you mean it.”

“Please, I’m sorry, Rafe. I’m sorry.” You sob, feeling him smile against your cheek.

“Beg me to pull out.” Rafe taunts, speeding up his movements as he reaches beneath you to pinch your clit. You whimper as your pussy clamps down on him. It’s too much. You fight to get away but you can’t.

“Beg me not to fill this pussy up with cum then make you walk back downstairs to the party, knowing my cum is running down your thighs.” Rafe growls, pinching you harder until you’re about to scream your release only for him to stop.

“Rafe, pull out. Please. Don’t cum inside me.” You beg, the denied orgasm bringing tears to your eyes. Rafe chuckles before delivering two more hard thrusts then stopping with a broken moan, his body taunt against yours. You feel his warmth between your thighs and you cry, knowing he’d just wanted to hear you beg. He never had any intention of stopping.

Rafe lifts up, taking your limp body with him and forcing you to your knees on the floor so you’re facing the couch. Your eyes widen at the mess you’d both made all over the leather. Rafe fists your hair, forcing your face closer to the mess.

“Now, clean it up, bitch. We don’t have all night. We gotta go find your bestie and let her know what a traitorous little slut you are.” Rafe snaps, shoving your face down hard against the cushion.

You sniffle, biting back more tears as you slowly stick out your tongue and start to lick up your mixed releases. Rafe chuckles, his cock hard again against your back.

“You’re awfully obedient now.” Rafe chuckles humorously, pulling you back to face him by your hair and slapping his cock against your lips. You glare up at him, refusing to part your lips for him.

“Open up. You gotta suck my cock clean too.”

“Fuck you.” You bite out.

Rafe smiles before pinching your nose shut until you’re forced to open for him. He wastes no time in shoving his cock down your throat, fucking it like he did your pussy.

“Fuck,” Rafe moans, pulling back to allow you a breath before plunging back in deep. “You and I are going to have so much fun.”

[thecameronchronicles]

Crybaby

TW: SoftDom!reader. Smut. Language. Overstimulation. 

SUMMARY: Rafe becomes whiny for you. 

WORD COUNT: 600

REQUESTED

Can you incorporate rafe being super whiney when he cums in one of your fics? I cant get the image out of my head 

Crybaby

"You like that?" You asked, taking his cock to the hilt as you rode over him. His head nodded while his eyes pressed to a hard close.  "Am I hurting you, Rafe?"

"Fuck no...that pussy might kill me though..." You slowed your rolling hips and clenched. 

"Baby, shit! Keep doing that..." You focused on the marvel of his contracting expression. 

"Oh God...is that gonna make you come?"

"It could..." You worked your inner walls as he gripped you tightly and you completely stilled. 

"Rafe..."

"Please baby...I gotta come...you've been edging me all fucking night...blowing me in my car and jacking me off downstairs...if I don't come..."

"Are you whining?"

"Fuck..." He rasped, your hand resting softly around his neck as you leaned forward. 

"You don't want to be patient for me?"

"Baby I'm about to fucking lose it..."

"No..."

"Please..oh God...please...I'll let you rode my face or I'll spend the rest of the day eating you out...I just..." He moaned. "Shit...baby...please..." 

"You sound so good when you moan for me, Rafe...you really wanna come?"

"Yeah-"

"You'll eat me out all day?"

"All fucking day..."

"Even if your jaw is sore?"

"Baby I'm gonna bust- oh shit..." 

"You wait." He whimpered. 

"I'm gonna ride you until you're nice and deep inside me." 

"Fuck..." 

"Make me close...and then you can come...and then you're gonna make me come..." He didn't wait before pounding into you, forcing you onto your back for leverage as the headboard raged war against the wall.

"Rafe! Someone could-"

"I don't fucking care...I need to come inside you-" he was relentless as he followed your instructions. Moaning into your breasts before you felt him become sloppy. 

"Baby..." He groaned. "I can't hold it...you're too tight...I'm fucking coming..I'm gonna fill you-" he whimpered and moaned as you basked in his desperations. Enough to come along with him. 

"I'm sorry...you feel..." But you began to move again...his body wincing as you rolled your hips. "Baby-"

"You didn't want to wait..."

"You came though-" he fisted the comforter beneath you. 

"But I wanted to ride you..." He readjusted you so you could mend this. 

"Slow...it's tender-" You rode quick and hard, pinning his hands to the bed as you watched him whimper and chant your name as a plea. 

"Baby...oh God...oh fuck...it's too much..." You too pity on him, climbing off of him and stroking him with your hand. Slow to start. Gradually faster and faster until he trembled.

"Sit on the edge of the bed-" Without argument he slipped to its perimeter before resting his head against your shoulder. His hot breath coming in waves and interruptions at your naked skin.

"It's too much..." He pleased, holding you tighter. "Baby, I can't come again, it's..."

"I know you can do it, Rafe...for me?" He groaned before beginning to whimper and plead. Begging never sounded so sweet than from the lips of someone as intimidating as Rafe Cameron. 

"There you go..." He gripped your wrist but didn't deter you. "Almost there, Rafe...You’re doing so well…"

"Fuck...fuuuuck...baby please..."

"You want me to stop?"

"No...I don't know...it's..." He moaned and groaned before convulsing, your body controlling him to perfection as he created that edge brought on my overstimulation. 

"Good...come for me Rafe..."

"Fuck...I'm...baby...baby…yeah yeah yeah…I’m gonna-"

"It's okay...you feel so good in my hand..."

He dove against your neck, whimpering before rutting into your palm, cum coating the wall beside the bed. 

"Please baby, no more..."

"For now..." You grinned.

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[itsgrimeytime]

The Nurse (Part Six) || Rick Grimes (TWD)

Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Taglist: @strnqer @1985bitch @curlycarley @imaginemyfavoritefics @t-uroboros @crazytxgradstudent @addisonnie @whos6claire @taylvvrr @quicksilversg1rl @catt-leya @1tsk1tty @pascalshearts @hopefulatrocity @xoyouronlyamorrxo @fuseburner @idkseraphine @all-for-kpop @carlgrimeskisser @emo-potato-virgil @timotheesrealgf @mcuclintasha

Summary: Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You’d always wondered where he’d ended up; until in your search of shelter, you run into a familiar face.

TWS: Blood, gore, mentions of death, gun violence (just violence in general), swearing, angst, angsty!Rick, jealousy, and all things typical of TWD.

[[A/N: I listened to Boyfriend by Dove Cameron to write this, so... I think you can assume how this vibes. You simply have this man WHIPPED, I will not take any further questions. Thanks for reading :)) ]]

Your eyes were hazy, something warm coming across your skin, as you followed the empty hallways. Well, not empty.

Rick was there, Judith carefully held in his arms -every once in a while, he'd lean down to kiss her forehead. The casual affection took you somewhere else for a moment, like watching your grandparents in the kitchen just so natural in each other's spaces -so domestic. When you were younger, reading books about extravagance -big gestures and life-threatening situations, your mind had settled on the balance of fairytales.

Who wished for a lackluster ending? Who wanted to dance in the kitchen too early in the morning, instead of the adventure of a lifetime? It hadn't made sense then.

But watching him now, gentle and bouncing around the room, you'd realized somewhere deep within yourself... maybe you had.

The idea of a home, where the sun seeped through curtains and the smell of breakfast wavered out through the air. Smiles, and playgrounds. Movie nights, and the whispers of promises of forever.

Your brain fogged, and you blinked to try to clear your head. Even just for a solid second, you still found Rick in your eyesight. And maybe he was dusted in dirt, and his hair wasn't washed, but the idea with him made much more sense. You just couldn't chance the thought, not in this world.

"You're drooling."

Clearing your throat, you turned to the intruder -Michonne, her smile small but still enough, "Very funny."

She paused, eyes focused on you for a second -like she could tell you were off. Straightening in her seat, she fully faced you -concern furrowed in her brow, "You okay?"

"Yeah," you echoed, eyes drifting to the pair - imagining the warm glow of a kitchen instead of the cold prison walls, "-just thinking about what I'm missing, you know?"

Michonne turned back to the two, "Yeah, I know."

"Can you imagine your own backyard?" you retorted, in disbelief with a laugh aired in your tone.

"My own house," she hummed, eyes flicking to the ceiling instead, "-I think I'd have a dog."

"Sometimes," you took the edge of your shirt in between your fingers -the material soft to the touch, "-I think about what curtains I would have. Isn't that stupid?"

"No," she answered -simply.

Michonne was direct like that, her answers straightforward and steady; sometimes, you doubted she'd ever really been insecure about an idea. She seemed so confident, you never thought to go against her. You didn't know her past, but it was hard to imagine anything breaking through that resolve.

You pursed your lips, turning back to the two -he was smiling now, the crinkle by his eyes so prominent as he looked down at Judith. It was so unabashedly bright; despite his whole world crumbling, he'd still lit up your corner of the world. And maybe you were a little biased, but you thought it'd be a tragedy if it went dark again.

"You should tell him," Michonne spoke, unflinchingly as if she'd read your mind.

You whispered, a breath across the room -you'd never named it, "Tell him what?"

She placed a hand on your shoulder, a gentle pressure that guided your eyes to meet hers. Her eyes leveled with yours, the look was easy to read despite the schooled expression -she knew, and so did you. You often wondered how many could see it in you, you knew it was obvious -the gazes searching to find his first, the stares lasting just a touch too long, smiling when he did.

"I think you know."

And you did.

You just weren't sure of much, you weren't sure if this world could be... loved. Could anyone in this world love or be loved? Despite what you felt, deep in your heart, you still weren't sure. Was it even possible for it to work? With everything else so harsh and direct, how could you even begin to-

"Plus," Michonne interrupted, a smile biting at her lips, "-you could do worse."

You laughed, leaning your head back to the sky -the thoughts fleeing from your mind like leaves in the wind, "I could."

When you leveled your head, your eyes connected with something new -Rick was looking at you. Bright blue followed the movement of your face, your lips quirked into a smile and you raised a hand to wave. Trying to avoid the warmth that swirled up in your stomach and the very real feeling of 'I told you so' radiating from Michonne just beside you, you pushed forward.

And there it was, the bright smile you'd seen just moments before except this time, it was directed to you. In a spare second, he pulled Judith's little arm up and waved back -gentle movements, but the notion there stayed the same.

Laughter took the place of a response, and you couldn't quite get your brain to form anything else -it was so fuzzy with memories you hadn't made yet, but you wanted to. Eventually.

Your eyes flickered to the sky, it had to be midday at this point -just as it began to cool off in the day. With daylight flickering, you had someplace to be.

"Alright," you hummed pulling yourself into gear, "-I can only handle so much of Rick Grimes a day."

Michonne laughed, "Liar."

You snorted, walking out into the day -eyes searching for a particular person. It had started about a month ago when you and Daryl had formed a bet. He'd said something about your choice of a weapon, and you'd said something about his.

"Bet if we switched, I could kill more walkers than ya."

"You are so on."

So, with some new rules in place, Daryl had sworn on the blue sky that he'd teach you how to use a bow. Wasn't fair if you didn't know how, so it was a necessary step.

Your weapon wasn't as... complex. So, the opposite wasn't really necessary.

You eyes caught him in the field, where he stood across from a... what the hell is that?

There's was a tall branch, sticking up from the ground with burlap sacks and hay sticking out -instead of good seams and crisp corners, however, this was not quite a masterpiece.

You burst into laughter, eyes following the desperately tied rope and hay poking out of corners. It truly looked like a nightmare, but on the area where a "face" might be was detailed of an eyepatch and angry eyebrows.

"Really?" You yelled across the grass, as Daryl spun to you -shrugging as if he hadn't put any time into making... that.

Ranging closer, you extended your hand toward the character, you'd say for now, "I didn't know you were into arts and crafts!"

"Keep laughin'-" Daryl rolled his eyes, not quite responding to you as he loaded up his arrow -tone solid, but you could tell he was light.

Daryl was something you had to get used to, something you had to learn. He was a bit of an icy mystery to any outsiders, but you knew he cared an awful lot more than anyone claimed to.

"Maybe I will," you quipped, "-we ready?"

"Yea," he stood off the ground, brushing dirt off his pants, "-we're losing daylight, gotta start soon anyway."

He was surprisingly attentive, slowly doing each step at your pace -it was an air the man hadn't exposed to you yet. Kind and gentle. He was a great teacher, to your benefit.

Watching as he seemingly without a flinch, landed an arrow into the... target. Right on the eyepatch, and if you took out a ruler probably in the perfect middle. Why did you take this bet again?

Then the weapon was in your hands, the arrow already in, and just awaiting your next move. Trying to remember the steps, Daryl guided your hands to the right position and pulled back your shoulders -there was a proper posture, but you doubted he used it.

That was when a new voice presented itself, just as Daryl adjusted your grip on the bow, tilting the tip down a touch -assumingly something was wrong in your technique.

"What are y'all doing?"

You knew that drawl. He was always an echo in your brain, words bouncing around in your head -he'd stuck with you in so many different ways.

You spun around -eyes finding him with ease, "Hey, cowboy! I could ask you the same question."

Daryl hadn't said anything yet, his mouth in a stubbornly straight line and that was odd for him. Especially when talking to Rick. But then you looked at him, Judith wasn't in his arms anymore.

His flannel was rolled up his arms, and his eyes laid intently on the hand that Daryl had wrapped around your wrist to push down the bow. It was still connected there, passively, like he was waiting to take the weapon out of your hand. You hadn't minded, it was completely like a guiding hand really, nothing else.

Rick pursed his lips, something set in his jaw, "Right."

You furrowed your brow, quickly gesturing the bow to Daryl -which he with ease accepted. He knew something more than you, you could tell in the way that their eyes flicked to each other, heavy and filled with something you couldn't really read. The air stilled and brushed across your skin like a harsh gust of wind.

"Why? Is everything alright?" you asked, concern turning over in your tone. You'd always assumed the worse -especially as one of the sole medical professionals, you knew you shouldn't have gone so far out-

"What? Oh yes," he seemed to blink, facing you again -all the tension in his face seemed to melt and his hand went to rest on your shoulder, "-nothin' to worry about."

You exhaled, shaking the buzzing under your skin out as much as you could, "Okay, good."

He smiled at you, but it wasn't all there. Something was wrong, you knew it, but it apparently wasn't an emergency? Did he need to talk to you? Was he okay?

"I was just teachin' 'em how to use the bow," Daryl echoed, tone solid and seeming to address something you hadn't noticed -talking directly to Rick, "-nothin' else."

You quirked your brow, genuinely confused by the shift in the energy, "What else would we be doing?"

Rick's eyes flickered to you, where you now stood -kind of puzzled and a bit tense in the newfound energy you found yourself in. He sighed, running his other hand through his hair -you knew that was a sign.

"'Course," he hummed, his voice a little less restrained, but still not quite... Rick, "-it's for that bet you two have, right? Sorry for interrupting, just..."

He looked at Daryl -eyes unbreaking, and intense.

"Curious," he finished, eyes connecting to yours for a few seconds longer than you expected -then flicked back to the ground like he'd been embarrassed...? His hand carefully, hesitantly, drifted off your shoulder.

Before you could even open your mouth, the man cleared his throat and turned back around the way he came.

"Daryl-" you began, turning back to the other man. You weren't sure what that was, but you weren't going to just leave it like that.

"Go," he hummed, unbothered, as he carefully plucked a few arrows off the ground, "-I'm not as stupid as you think."

You rolled your eyes, relaying to comment on that later in the back of your head and trailing after Rick. He was actually pretty quick, despite the unfavorable footwear, but you somehow managed to catch up.

"Rick," you spoke, tone direct and stressed out into the meadow air.

He stopped in his place, a bit stunned it seemed, as he stood still. There was definitely something wrong, you could feel it. In a breath, you wrapped your hand around his wrist, pulling it to you behind him. He still hadn't faced you -facing straight ahead with air to him you'd only seen once or twice in your time knowing him.

"Are you alright?"

Rick didn't respond immediately, stance shock still. You watched as his shoulders huffed out breaths, the smallest rise and fall being the only thing you could focus on. His wrist was warm in your hand, and you felt your fingers rubbing gentle circles into the skin there -in an effort to soothe something you didn't know the root cause of.

His eyes flicked back to you, much softer and something more familiar to you -shining in a haze you couldn't identify, but had experienced yourself. (Merely hours before actually.) They flicked to your hand and then your face, almost in realization that you had made that point of contact.

"Shit, sorry," you pulled your hand back, tone a bit rambly, "-I didn't know if you were comfortable with that, I should've ask-"

"No, no," he echoed, pulling your hand back just to match it with his -intertwining your fingers, "-it's fine, better than fine. I am."

"Oh," you swallowed, watching now as he faced you -his own thumb cradling against the back of your hand that sent your brain into a bit of a fog, "-okay."

Rick grinned the kind that crinkled at his eyes then.

"I-" you began, suddenly remembering what you'd run after him for -blinking the fuzz out of your brain, "-you still didn't answer my question, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah-" he enunciated, eyes hanging on your hands for a second, "-I'm good, promise."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Great, even," he responded, thumb dancing against your skin and your brain almost flatlined again.

"Then," you pursed your lips, "-what was that back there?"

"Nothing," he answered back, a little too quickly for your taste, "-just curious."

"Rick-" you started, before locking onto the way he held your hand. It was the same one that Daryl had been holding just a second earlier, and your mind lit up with the flicking of his eyes to the touch, the set of his jaw, some internal dialogue between the two... oh my god.

He seemed to notice the difference in you, his own eyebrows raising in response to your change in demeanor.

"Cowboy," you hummed, daring only to look at your intertwined hands, "-were you jealous?"

Rick stilled in his place, the thumb frozen in its cycle and the breath caught in his throat. You could practically see the thumping of his heart in his chest, watching as the pink flooded up his neck -he totally was.

"Rick," you added, a little in disbelief.

He hummed, seeming to be unable to speak and his eyes lazily focused on your intertwined fingers. You found it kinda cute, actually.

"Rick," you continued, "-look at me."

He sighed, deep in his chest, the curls at the nape of his neck catching the sunlight just right. He looked pretty like this, like a painting. And finally tilted his face to meet yours -fingers squeezing your hand and thumb rubbing against your skin, his eyes were a bit distant then.

You reached your other hand up to the side of his face, trailing your fingertips along his cheekbone -the cut that you'd once been drawn to now under your fingertips, "There you are."

His breath hitched, as you brushed a few stray curls back behind his ears and let your hand rest against his skin for a few seconds longer. You could feel the heat bubble up there, as you focused your attention there -trailing along the now scab and up along the crinkling near his eyes. You smoothed them out with a few timid presses of your skin to his; it seemed so natural, so familiar.

Rick seemed in a trance almost, eyes dipping down to yours without much thought, like a sort of bliss. You wondered how long it had been since he had his face cradled like this, how long he'd missed the gentle brush of fingertips. Even just for a brush of contact, he seemed unable to speak, the air heavier in between the space than you'd known it to be before.

"Trust me when I say," you hummed, eyes straight into his -unflinchingly, "-you have nothing to worry about."

You noted somewhere deep in your head to do little things more, as you leaned back -pulling back your hand to your side but keeping the other one steady in his. Rick still stayed silent, eyes wistfully watching you fall back into your own space; he'd looked a bit conflicted. So calm and breathing peacefully, all the while his heart seemed to beat 100 miles an hour out of his chest.

Definitely cute, you decided.

"With that out of the way," you cleared your throat like you hadn't just crossed millions of boundaries that you'd established with him, "-I think you have some plans to make. You ruined mine, after all. It's only fair."

He laughed, eyes hooked on your hand in his and it was different then, you could feel it in the buzz of the air, "It's only fair."

[allsouls-emma]

Hey!!! I just had an idea for a Leon fanfic! Could you maybe write a fanfic x y/n based on the song ‘boyfriend’ by Dove Cameron if you know the song! If not it’s fine !!! 💖💖

✧I could be such a gentleman✧

─ Léon Marchand x OC, Léon Marchand x Reader

Hello Anon, thank you for your ask! I listened to the song on loop when writing haha! It was very original thank you x

Warnings: friends to lovers, based on ‘boyfriend’ by Dove Cameron, fluff, no establishment plot :)

Enjoy!

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The pool had always been your sanctuary, a place where you could lose yourself in the rhythm of your strokes, the water wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. But lately, it had become something else—something more charged, more alive. And that had everything to do with Léon Marchand.

You and Léon had been friends for as long as you could remember. You were both competitive swimmers, always pushing each other to go faster, to be better. You had a bond that others admired, one built on mutual respect and an understanding that only came from hours spent in the water together.

But recently, you had begun to notice things that you hadn’t before—like how the sunlight glinted off his wet skin as he climbed out of the pool, or how his laughter, deep and resonant, made your heart skip a beat. You noticed the way his eyes lingered on you just a bit longer than they used to, and how he always seemed to find a reason to stand close, his arm brushing against yours.

Today was no different, and yet, everything felt different. You stood at the edge of the pool, towel draped over your shoulders, watching Léon as he finished his laps. His movements were fluid, effortless, the water parting for him as if it knew he belonged there. You couldn’t help but admire him, not just for his skill but for the way he carried himself—confident, but never arrogant.

As he reached the wall and lifted himself out of the pool, your breath caught in your throat. The way his muscles rippled under his skin, the way he ran a hand through his wet hair—it was almost too much. You quickly averted your gaze, but not before he caught you staring.

“Enjoying the view?” Léon teased, his voice warm and slightly breathless as he reached for his towel.

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, and you forced yourself to meet his eyes. “Just making sure you’re not slacking off,” you shot back, trying to keep your tone light.

He laughed, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “I wouldn’t dream of it, especially with you watching.”

There it was again, that hint of something more in his voice. It was enough to make your pulse quicken, but you pushed the feeling down, reminding yourself that this was Léon—your friend, your training partner. Anything else was just…complicated.

But Léon wasn’t making it easy. He stepped closer, close enough that you could see the droplets of water still clinging to his skin, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body despite the cool air.

“You know,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto yours, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About us.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to read his expression, but Léon was always good at keeping his emotions in check. Still, there was something in his gaze that made your breath hitch—a vulnerability that you hadn’t seen before.

“Us?” you echoed, trying to keep your voice steady. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. “I don’t want to just be your friend anymore, Y/N. I want something more.”

The words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. This was what you had been both hoping for and dreading—because as much as you had thought about what it would be like to be with Léon, you were terrified of what it could mean. What if it ruined everything? What if you lost the one person who knew you better than anyone else?

“Léon…” You started, but he held up a hand, cutting you off.

“Just hear me out,” he said, his voice urgent, as if he was afraid that if you didn’t let him finish, he might lose his nerve. “I know it’s a lot to take in, and I don’t want to mess things up between us. But I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel something more for you.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “What if it doesn’t work out?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “What if we ruin everything?”

Léon’s expression softened, and he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours. The touch was light, tentative, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you. “What if it does work out?” he countered gently. “What if we’re missing out on something amazing because we’re too scared to take the chance?”

His words hung in the air, full of promise and hope. You wanted to believe him, but the fear of losing him, of losing what you already had, held you back.

“Y/N, I could be a better boyfriend than anyone else,” Léon said, his voice steady, his eyes never leaving yours. “I know you, and I know how to make you happy. I’d never take you for granted, never hurt you. I’d be there for you, always.”

Your heart ached at the sincerity in his voice, at the raw emotion in his eyes. This was Léon, the same person who had been by your side through everything, who had seen you at your best and your worst. The idea of losing him was unbearable, but so was the thought of never knowing what it could be like to be with him.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance between you, your hand slipping into his. “I’m scared,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “But I don’t want to lose you either.”

Léon’s eyes softened, and he squeezed your hand, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re not going to lose me,” he promised, his voice full of conviction. “We’ll figure this out together.”

And in that moment, as he looked at you with such tenderness, such certainty, you realized that maybe this was worth the risk. Maybe Léon was right—maybe what you could have together was something extraordinary.

With a deep breath, you stepped closer, your free hand resting on his chest. “Okay,” you whispered, the word barely audible over the sound of your racing heart. “Let’s do this.”

Léon’s smile widened, relief flooding his features as he pulled you into a gentle embrace. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, and you felt a sense of peace wash over you. This was right—this was where you were meant to be.

As you stood there, wrapped in Léon’s arms, you knew that this was just the beginning. There would be challenges, there would be moments of doubt, but you also knew that you would face them together. Because with Léon, you weren’t just taking a risk—you were taking a chance on something real, something that could last.

And as he pulled back to look at you, his eyes full of warmth and affection, you knew that you’d made the right choice. This was more than just friendship—this was the start of something beautiful.

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**The End.**

[serotoninnorepinephrinedopamine]

Penny is one of my favorites and I'm married to her in my current play-through so of course!

Reader is Fem as requested with a pre-existing relationship with Penny in this story and is set in year 3. Reader is taller than Sam who is 5'11", buff as hell because of all the farm work, and has scary dog privilege.

Music Inspiration: Breakfast - Dove Cameron, Walls Could Talk - Halsey

Art By: Couldn't find the artist but if someone does and links them that would be great!

Proofread by my English Major BF

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I took my time with the whole dating thing here in town to give myself time to settle in. Plus, I wanted to get to know everyone well enough before entering that scene. After meeting Penny, I knew that's who I wanted to be with forever but I was biding my time.

Fast forward to today, Penny and I have been dating for a few seasons now. I'm well aware that she's pleasant and nice with everyone but some recipients of her attention take advantage of her niceness, much to my displeasure.

We were at the saloon picking up dinner for the night since neither of us wanted to cook because she was spending the night just this once. I pay Gus the required amount of gold and as we go to walk out, Marnie stops me and asks me about how my farm was doing for the season. I gave her polite answers, that things are going well and that the animals I bought from her are doing great. After a few minutes the conversation ends, I look around and notice Penny isn't nearby. I go outside assuming that's where she went and there she was talking to Sam. She was giggling at something he said and there was a light blush on his face.

Sam is nice enough as far as people go and I knew of his feelings for Penny before her and I were dating. He denies any remaining feelings for her but every interaction he has with her says otherwise. I walk up behind her, draping my free hand over her shoulder and resting my chin on the other with a smug squinty eyed expression, all while looking Sam in the eyes. Seeing his smile slightly falter is worth it. "Hey babe." I kiss her on the cheek, "Ready to head home?" I ask. I can feel the heat radiating from her as she stutters out her response, "Y-yes honey!" I smile and keep my eyes squinted at Sam, "See you around man." I say in a sickly sweet manner.

The walk back is quiet and as we enter the farm house, I find out why. "You didn't have to do all that just to tell him off." Penny says this sternly. I pout at the slight scolding to me, it was fun seeing him get sad that the girl he loved is taken. "I know and I'm sorry. He just doesn't seem to get the point that we're together..." I mumble out. She smooshes my cheeks together with flat palms and a slight smile on her face, "Regardless of how jealous you get, I still love you." She says as she pulls my face closer and plants a kiss on my smooshed puckered lips and I hum with delight.

[itzstarzwrld]

guess who just made a kid that's a mix of Branch, Poppy and Synth 👉🏾😏

(the base and colors belongs to my goofy goober friend @blueberry-muncher we had also came up with this idea >:3)

Her name is Piper :3

she is 14 and pansexual 😘

I tried to make her a mix of all of them (mostly Poppy and Synth) but I gave her Branches gray skin (from the 1st movie)

I hc that she was born with her gray skin, the doctor told the trio that Piper is healthy and that as she got older, her skin would eventually get lighter??? (does that make sense????)

she is chill and outgoing

(she sneaks away and explores the outskirts of Pop Village which gets her in trouble or grounded)

do NOT give her chocolate unless you want her to be hyper as a crackhead and bouncing off the walls

Pipers VA: Dove Cameron

Her twin brother, Zach is coming soon!!!! :3

a song that I think suits her:

[shhh-no-ones-home]

thirst for life*

james "logan" howlett x reader

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evidently i have a thing for disappearing for months only to come back, post mediocre smut, and then disappear again for another few months. either way, enjoy ;)

vampire!reader

* - this like mostly porn with a little bit of plot. shes a vampire so theres also talk of blood and ingesting it.

song: breakfast by dove cameron\

tag list: @hotchaosemporium

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from the moment he walked in the bar i was intrigued. his smell was intoxicating with a hint of something unfamiliar. it was stronger than the other strangers in the packed establishment. which made me want to know more about him. or just to have him.

i watched as he sat down, looking from left to right before ordering a beer. i wondered who he would be looking for. or watching his back for. i tried to get into that pretty little head of his but something was blocking me. that made me more intrigued. and slightly irritated. 

i stood from my table, the girls i was there with looking up at me but not saying anything. they knew better. and more than that if i didn't find a toy to play with here one of them could end up the snack of the night. i walked slowly to the bar and sat down on the stool next to him.

"the usual please jimmy."

i sent him a look and he nodded. i owned most of this town, and they knew what i was. and most of them left me alone. i only fed when i needed to, but i had supply on tap here at the bar as well so i didnt have to. or at least not as much. ice cold blood just didnt always hit as much as warm 98 degrees did.

"you a regular?"

i heard from beside me and couldnt help the smirk making its way to my lips.

"you could say something like that."

i looked over at him as he took a swig of his beer.

"i havent seen you around before."

i noted, taking a sip from my glass.

"i just arrived into town. supposed to be passing through is all."

i raised a brow, turning on my stool to properly face him and crossing one leg over the other.

"you here on business?"

i inquired and he sort of nodded his head.

"you could say that."

he mocked and i squinted at him, watching him take another swig of his beer.

"names y/n."

he side eyed me.

"logan."

i took another sip, feeling the cold blood against my canines.

"well logan, i hope you stay a while. in our little new York town."

he laughed a little.

"most people dont have the same sentiment when they get to know me."

i bounced my leg up and down slowly, partially rubbing it against the back of his calf.

"most towns arent like this one."

he turned on his own stool to face me, pushing my leg to the side.

"jimmy, add his drink to my tab."

i said watching him close his mouth.

"not quite used to that are you?"

i teased and he faced the bar again, raising  a brow quickly and finishing his beer in one full gulp.

"almost makes me think."

i leaned forward, resting against my elbow on the bar.

"bout what? logan."

i said lowly, staring at him intently.

"your place or mine?"

he asked, turning his stool back towards me. i smirked.

"why wait that long?"

i asked, standing up and grabbing his hand. he allowed me to pull him off of his stool and across the bar. i caught him out of the corner of my eye glancing at the front door. i continued to pull him to the side door just beside the kitchen entrance. when we made it into the alleyway i turned around and let him push me into the brick wall.

there was only about a four foot space between the two buildings and there was no front entrance, only a back one where the freight trucks came through with their shipment dollies. this was the perfect place to feed... or do other activities.

"regular my ass."

he grunted as he started kissing down my neck hastily. i couldnt help the laugh that escaped as his hands roamed my hips.

"maybe a little more."

i breathed out, running my hands up his arms before pushing his jacket down them. it hit the ground with a thud, the leather heavy. he pushed forward, catching my lips in his and lifting me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"logan."

i sighed as he ground his hips against mine, his belt buckle pushing into me. he gripped my ass hard before working my dress up my thighs. i dug my nails into his upper arms, feeling his muscles tense as he moved. i could feel the blood rushing through his body making him warmer against my ice cold skin.

he kissed me harshly, fervently. i moaned again as he rocked his hips into mine, pressing his belt buckle into my core. it was cold in contrast to his warm body now only clothed by a plaid flannel button down that was starting to hang off his one shoulder.

"stop teasing."

i breathed out, reaching between us and grabbing at his belt. he looked down between us, grabbing the one end and helping me undo it. i could already feel the tent in his pants pressed against my inner thigh. i quickly undid the button of his pants and helped him push them down.

i held my panties to the side and watched as he guided his tip between my folds. i moaned as he pushed into me slowly, hearing him grunt and watching him look up at me. he looked between my eyes as he pulled out and rutted back into me.

"who's teasing?"

he smirked, doing it again. my mouth hung open and he leaned into me, kissing me harshly and pressing his tongue between my lips. i kissed him aggressively as he started a good pace. i readjusted against him, placing a hand flat on the brick behind me. he jutted into me, grunting as he threw his head back. in that moment i couldnt even think about what was going on between us.

his bare neck was mine for the taking. his veins were popping out like little rivers on a map. there were butterflies in my stomach but i wasnt quite sure if it was the insane blood lust or just the regular lust. i could feel my canine teeth poking out into my lip and couldnt help myself. i slowly traced my hand up his chest, placing it at the back of his neck and holding him steady and i leaned forward and sank my teeth into his exposed flesh.

he screamed through gritted teeth, holding me tighter to him. i squeezed my legs holding him in place. he turned us around so now his back was against the wall and i now looked like an animal that had stricken. my walls flexed around him and i could feel him moan as i drank from him. the taste was different than anything id had before. but then my focus shifted. his skin was trying to close around my teeth. i pulled back, my hands still holding him still, and watched the bite mark heel instantly.

"what are you?"

i asked, drawing my brows as he relaxed into the wall.

"im the wolverine."

he said, placing his fist against my stomach. the next thing i knew his metal claws were extended into my abdomen. i inhaled sharply, gripping onto his shirt like my life depended on it.

"thats not fair."

i smirked and he looked at me quizzically.

"you have no idea."

he said, retracting his claws, both of us looking down to see my own flesh healing in record time as well.

"well logan i think i have a solution to our little problem."

he raised a brow.

"and that would be?"

i rocked my hips forward, feeling him twitch inside me.

"fuck me as hard as you can."

i said darkly and he smiled.

"gladly."

he stepped across the alleyway and slammed my back into the opposing wall. i gasped, reaching my hand up to tangle in his already messy hair. he rested his head against my shoulder as he rocked his hips against mine. it was harsher this time though, and i could feel the bricks starting to crumble behind me as he pushed harder and harder with each thrust.

"fuck- logan."

i said through gritted teeth, his one hand reaching down between us to circle my clit and hold my panties further to the side. i lifted my one leg higher, pushing my knee into his ribs. he pushed deeper into me, biting at my shoulder to suppress his moans. then he let go of me with his other hand, placing it against the wall on the other side of my head. The only thing holding me up being the force he was pushing into me.

"im close."

he grunted, moving to bite more at my neck than my shoulder. i rocked my hips down into him as he jutted up into me again and again. we were both breathing heavy and i couldn't focus on anything other than holding onto him for dear life and the way his fingers against my clit felt mixed with him hitting deep inside of me and stretching me out.

"please."

i whined out, closing my eyes and tilting my head back, feeling my hair Velcro to the brick behind me. then i heard metal against it also. i looked over. his fingertips were hard pressed into the red tiles, claws fully extended and into the wall. his knuckles were white and there were now little indents in the brick where his fingertips rested.

i looked over at his face. his eyes were half closed and he leaned in to kiss me again. he breathed heavily against me, groaning into my mouth as i felt him twitch again. then i felt it too, my orgasm shooting its way through my body, his fingers never once stopping there motion against my clit.

i pulsed around him as he came in me, milking him for all he was worth. his pace got sloppier as he finished, riding me through my own orgasm, my walls contracting around him. i took a moment to catch my breath and he rutted into me again, pressing his fingers into my clit harder. i threw my head back, my legs shaking uncontrollably and my brain going fuzzy. 

i pressed my fingertips into him and i could hear him grunt again but i couldnt focus on that. all i could focus on was the intense pleasure taking over my body for a second time. as i calmed he stayed in me, holding me steady as i came back to reality. i breathed heavily, looking to the sky.  it was dark, like it was getting ready to rain.

"so, youre a vampire."

he brought me back and i looked down at him, wide eyed. he slowly pulled out of me and set me down.

"uh yeah."

i said, resituating my panties and watching him tuck himself back into his pants.

"whats that like?"

he asked casually, looking at me as he picked his leather jacket up off the concrete.

"im old, i drink a lot, and i cant be bothered with most people. but i own a lot of businesses and i enjoy little moments like this in my day to day."

he laughed as he swung it over his shoulder.

"sounds like you and i would get along great if youre done trying to snack on me."

i laughed as well, pulling my dress back down and opening the side door to the bar.

"if you plan on staying for a while i think i can arrange that. but dont blame me if i try again."

he sent me a look as he stepped back into the bar, pulling a cigar out of his jacket and lighting it.

"if it ends like that again i might be willing to make an exception."

i smirked as i followed him.

"youve got a deal."

[thefairylights]

Starting off Kinktober 2023 @vampirefest with a playlist! Sexy songs for sexy prompts of many types. No set ship so we vibe with every pairing. Whatever feels right, is right. ❤️🖤❤️

No more sunlight. The moon awaits us. ⚰️

Now, on to your knees to click that link, my companion heart.

31 tracks for 31 days.

one: mack loren/if i didn’t know better

I take my time and study your face

Thinking of a different place for it to be while you keep

One hand on my waist, you grip my thigh

Heart starts to race

Like you could taste what I'm tryna hide

two: zolita/holy

I can fight but the devil wins

And I will fall like a saint who sins

Forgive me Father, I am weak

And it's not forgiveness that I seek

three: the marias/hush

Don't think you've made it under my skin

Could never get in

Forget about it

Don't talk so much

Your tongue is burning up

I've had enough

four: elley duhe/middle of the night

These burning flames, these crashing waves

Wash over me like a hurricane

I'll captivate, you're hypnotized

Feel powerful, but it's me again

Come, lay me down

'Cause I know this

'Cause I know this sound

five: saint mesa/lion

You burn everything you see

Gold are your fingers

Leaving traces everywhere you go

Diamonds in your skin

My blood flows

six: chloe adams/dirty thoughts

I'm frustrated

Do you really look good naked

And I know that it ain't that holy

But Lord I need this one night only

The more that I push 'em away

The more that you're stuck in my brain

The more I mentally undress

I confess

seven: king mala/she calls me daddy

She's a little bit psycho

But she follows

When I call in the middle of the night

She's got you wrapped around her finger

You try to linger

But she's already on her way to mine

eight: hey violet/unholy

Say your name while our tongues are tied

Getting shivers all down my spine

We're in bed, we're embedded in my mind

nine: hozier/eat your young

I'm starving, darling

Let me put my lips to something

Let me wrap my teeth around the world

Start carving, darling

I wanna smell the dinner cooking

I wanna feel the edges start to burn

ten: chandler leighton/when you say my name

Does it scare you

That I already know what you're into?

You can say less, I bet I can guess

That'll you say whatever to get me undressed

Double dare you, tell me two lies

Don't need no truths

'Cause I can see right through you

You're no good at pretend

I'm using your tricks that you use with your friends

eleven: dezi/sinner

Lead us not into temptation

Your touch is feeling like salvation

If you're down for misbehaving

If you're liking this sensation

Pin me on your wall like an icon

And I pray that you leave the lights on

twelve: banks/fuck with myself

You're in the corner waiting for my love

I put two walls behind you just to lean on

Kinda need 'em 'cause I stood you up

'Cause I fuck with myself more than anybody else

thirteen: dove cameron/breakfast

I'm sick, yeah, I'm sick

And honestly, I'm getting high off it

Do you wanna see a magic trick?

'Cause you don't know what you don't know

But I know

fourteen: lana del rey/freak

Flames so hot that they turn blue

Palms reflecting in your eyes, like an endless summer

That's the way I feel for you

If time stood still I'd take this moment

Make it last forever

fifteen: ari abdul/taste

I'm begging you, untie this noose

Want your hands 'round my neck

I'm begging you, come be my muse

You're all that I have left

sixteen: ag/terrible thing

Oh honey, you're so cold

I lose my self-control

seventeen: jesse joe stark/fire of love

Your kiss rips through the shadows

Lipstick poisons this black rose

Haunted and torn from the heavens

You pull the petals from my mouth

They fall and tenderly black out

Baby, it's been so lonely

eighteen: zaryah/deep dive

Deep dive into my lips

Heat of your breath takes me into your abyss

Hold tight, I'll fulfil every need

Head up, you got me down on my knees

nineteen: lana del rey/gods & monsters

In the land of Gods and Monsters

I was an angel looking to get fucked hard

twenty: darren hayes/insatiable

Breathe in breathe out, there is no sound

We move together up and down

We levitate our bodies soar

Our feet don't even touch the floor

twenty-one: melanie martinez/high school sweethearts

If you can't handle a heart like mine

Don't waste your time with me

If you're not down to bleed, no, oh

If you can't handle the choking, the biting

The loving, the smothering

'Til you can't handle it no more, no more

Go home

twenty-two: ramsey/daddy

Baby, you're divine, I leave my body

Suckin' on your tongue, gold teeth, come find love

twenty-three: massive attack/paradise circus

Love is like a sin, my love

For the ones that feel it the most

Look at her with her eyes like a flame

She will love you like a fly will never love you again

twenty-four: aeseaes/desire

I'm an old

Desire

Sleeping in your skin

I'll take you over

And let you hide

And let you hide

twenty-five: natalia kills/problem

Sweat, dripping down your chest

Thinking 'bout your tattooed knuckles

On my thigh boy boy boy

Cold shower... you got no power to control

How I make you my toy toy toy

My hips rocking

As we keep lip locking

Got the neighbors screaming

Even louder louder

twenty-six: the pretty reckless/going to hell

Gettin' heavy with the devil, you can hear the wedding bells

twenty-seven: meg myers/desire

Baby, I wanna fuck you

I wanna feel you in my bones

Boy, I'm gonna love you

I'm gonna tear into your soul

twenty-eight: soap&skin/me and the devil

And I said hello Satan, ah

I believe it is time to go

Me and the devil walkin' side by side

twenty-nine: chymes/gity

You can trust in me, no, you don't have to hide

Have anything you want, just tell me what you like

Bring out the devil in you, it can't hide

I feel the fire trapped inside

thirty: banks/gimme

At the rock bottom baby crawl, crawl

I let you lick it from the ground, ground

'Cause I've been drippin' for your love, love

You can call me that bitch

thirty-one: nine inch nails/closer

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

You just have to nod your beautiful head and say yes 🩸🩸🩸

[chasingmidnights]

Songs of Salazar (A Slytherin Playlist)

2 of 4 of the Hogwarts houses playlists. I hope you enjoy this Slytherin inspired playlist!

Take a listen here!

Songs Included Are:

~ Black Mambo by Glass Animals

~ After Midnight by Dorothy

~ All the Good Girls Go to Hell by Billie Eilish

~ The Anthem by Good Charlotte

~ Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift

~ Bad Guy by Billie Eilish

~ Bad Idea by Dove Cameron

~ Believer by Imagine Dragons

~ Breakfast by Dove Cameron

~ Can't Be Tamed by Miley Cyrus

~ Cold Cold Cold by Cage the Elephant

~ Confident by Demi Lovato

~ Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey

~ Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

~ Double Trouble by John Williams

~ Drive by Shelly Fairchild

~ Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

~ Fire by Barns Courtney

~ Fly On the Wall by Miley Cyrus

~ FourFiveSeconds by Rihanna, Kanye West, Paul McCartney

~ Fuck You by Lily Allen

~ God Is A Woman by Ariana Grande

~ Good Girls Go Bad (Cobra Starship, Leighton Meester

~ Heaven Knows by The Pretty Reckless

~ Highway to Hell by AC/DC

~ I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift

~ I Need A Doctor by Dr. Dre, Eminem, Skylar Gray

~ I Put A Spell On You by Annie Lennox

~ Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift

~ Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez

~ Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless

~ Me, Myself, & I by G-Eazy, Bebe Rexha

~ My Own Worst Enemy by Lit

~ My Strange Addiction by Billie Eilish

~ New Americana by Halsey

~ None of Your Business by Salt-N-Pepa

~ Paint It, Black by The Rolling Stones

~ Revenge by P!nk, Eminem

~ Seize the Power by YONAKA

~ Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey

~ Tell Me Something I Don't Know by Selena Gomez & The Scene

~ Sweet Oblivion by Jimbo Mathus, Andrew Bird

~ Therefore I Am by Billie Eilish

~ Used to the Darkness by Des Rocs

~ Video Games by Lana Del Rey

~ Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance

~ Wicked as They Come by CRMNL

~ You Don't Own Me by SAYGRACE, G-Eazy

~ Royals by Lorde

~ We Own It by 2 Chainz, Wiz Khalifa

~ Secret by The Pierces

~ Teenagers by My Chemical Romance

~ This Is Hell by Elvis Costello

~ Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar

~ So What by P!nk

~ Fuck You by CeeLo Green