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capitance // gojo satoru

tw ⇢ teacher-student relationship, implied age gap, dub-con, sexual tension, teasing, aphrodisiacs, fingering, manhandling, hair pulling, making out, squirting

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The training room was thick with tension as you kicked off the floor, spinning through the air with a flurry of calculated strikes. Gojo watched appraisingly, that intense gaze of his seeming to pierce straight through you as you danced around invisible foes.

"Again," he commanded simply after you'd completed the sequence.

You nodded, sweat already beading on your brow as you reset your stance and began the intricate forms once more. Gojo's first official student - those words were both a privilege and a burden. He pushed you harder than anyone, expected more, demanded you dig deeper and find those hidden reserves of power and potential.

"Keep your core tighter on that transition," he cut in sternly, circling around you. "You're leaving yourself exposed."

You adjusted accordingly, muscles straining with the effort of perfecting each move, each block and strike. Gojo could be relentless and his criticism unsparing, but it only fueled your drive to improve further. To quieten that insufferably arrogant voice that insisted you needed to be stronger, faster, better.

Finally, trembling with exertion, you completed the last hit and stood panting. Gojo was silent for a long moment, considering you through those impenetrably dark lenses of his.

"Adequate," he said at last with a slight nod. "We're done for today."

It was probably the highest compliment he gave, and you tried not to let the swell of pride show on your sweat-soaked face. As you reached for your towel, Gojo lightly trailed his fingertips along the back of your arm in a disarmingly gentle gesture.

"Soon you'll make a decent opponent for me," he murmured lowly. "I look forward to it."

A shiver raced through you at his touch, at the edge of challenge and something else deeper in his graveled words. You stared up at him, caught in the latent intensity you so often glimpsed burning behind those obscuring lenses.

Gojo had been your mentor for years now, but recently it felt like something had...shifted between you. Charged the air with undercurrents and implications you couldn't quiteput a name to. He always kept you off-kilter, doubting, wanting to prove your worth.

"Maybe then you'll stop going so easy," you countered a bit breathlessly.

The barest ghost of a smirk played across his lips at your daring reciprocation. "Is that a request to be...rougher?"

You felt your face flush hot at his deliberately ambiguous phrasing, at how easily he could fluster you. Gritting your teeth, you willed yourself not to look away from that probing stare. Two could play at these games of provocation he so often instigated between you.

"If that's what it takes for you to take me seriously," you shot back with faux bravado.

Gojo chuckled darkly at that, leaning down closer until you were nearly eye-to-eye. Until his lips were a scant few inches from yours. The sudden shift of proximity, of charged tension, went straight to your core.

"Be careful what you wish for," he warned in that low, almost purring timbre. "I just might take you up on that offer..."

Then, as quickly as the charged moment had ignited between you, Gojo straightened and the spell was broken. Ruffling your damp hair fondly, he turned and began gathering his things, leaving you flustered and frustrated and yearning for...more of whatever that had been.

Over the next few weeks, Gojo seemed to delight in finding new ways to unsettle and provoke you during training sessions. He'd "correct" your stances with lingering hands on your waist or thighs, stands just a bit too close so you felt the heat of his body behind yours, murmur directives in a lowered timbre against the back of your neck.

Each time you'd stiffen, gulp, fighting off the shiver that wanted to race through you at his intentional closeness, at the implication of intimacy in his simplest actions and words. You refused to be the one to back down first from this dangerous game of batted glances and loaded innuendos.

"Is this making you uncomfortable?" Gojo purred one afternoon as he pressed a palm flat on your abdomen, ostensibly adjusting your core position.

You bit your lip, trying not to focus too much on the firm planes of the muscle underneath your hands as you grasped his forearms to keep steady.

"Not at all, sensei," you replied in a tone that was almost convincingly even. "I'm just focused on my training."

"Is that so?" he rumbled, and you could hear the dark amusement in his tone as his fingers drifted perilously lower on your torso. "My apologies if I'm... distracting you."

You sucked in a sharp breath at the clear challenge and suggestion there. Gathering your nerve, you glanced up at him through lowered lashes.

"I think I can handle whatever you dish out," you countered boldly.

Gojo's eyes narrowed at that, a frisson of interest and something more feral flickering through them as he held your daring gaze. His thumb stroked along the jut of your hipbone in a maddening caress.

"We'll just have to see about that, won't we?"

The tension mounted exponentially after that. Each exchange, each sultry look and whispered barb became foreplay - seductive promises and indirect invitations laced into every innocuous interaction. The air between you grew heavy with unsated wanting, with the thrill of denial and dawning need that you could both sense but refused to name aloud.

It was like existing in a constant state of sweet, aching suspense. Training was suddenly rife with stolen glances, with Gojo's fingertips lingering a moment too long on your sweat-slicked skin as he repositioned your forms. You drank in every bead of perspiration on his brow, every ghost of a smirk, ready to catch it and mirror the heated challenge right back.

And always lurking there were those maddening contradictions - Gojo's disarming affection and casual intimacy, like ruffling your hair or hip-checking you playfully, even as his clever tongue wove heated innuendos and goading flirtations. Masterfully keeping you off-balance and inwardly aching for something, anything to finally break and put an end to the delicious tension.

It was a dizzying, dizzying dance of provocation and restraint, of silent dares and loaded silences. All made even headier by the forbidden dynamics of student and master. You knew things were swiftly reaching a precipice - that one of you would eventually shatter and make an irrevocable move.

The only uncertainty was who would be the one to finally crumble and give into temptation first.

The next afternoon you entered the training room, muscles still deliciously sore from the previous day's exertions. Gojo was already there stretching languidly, shirt riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of taut abdominal muscles.

"You're late," he remarked without looking up, voice laden with perpetual displeasure.

"Sorry sensei," you replied, perhaps a touch too lightly as you stepped onto the mats. "I got...distracted."

That made him turn, eyebrow quirked as he regarded you with an inscrutable expression. An unspoken challenge seemed to pass between you in the crackling silence as you held his piercing stare. As if he knew you were being purposefully obtuse and debating whether to call you on it or not.

In the end, Gojo simply scoffed and shook his head, rising fluidly to his feet.

"Just get warmed up," he commanded gruffly. "We have work to do."

You smirked at his ruffled demeanor but obediently began your stretches, relishing the slight burn as you extended into each position. Every innocent movement and breath suddenly felt charged, infused with latent awareness and heat between you.

Across the room, Gojo retrieved something from a small locker - one of the heavy-duty combination safes, you realized with a start. He extracted a handful of vibrantly colored gummy candies from within, popping a few into his mouth as he turned back toward you with a contemplative look.

"You know, I've been having the most puzzling problem lately," he mused offhandedly. "It seems my stash of confections has been getting...depleted recently."

Your heart stuttered at his words, cheeks flushing guiltily even as you fought to keep your expression neutral. Did he know? How could he? You'd been so careful, moving quickly and soundlessly each time you broke into that unassuming little safe.

"Oh? That's...unfortunate," you replied with studied nonchalance, continuing your stretches.

Gojo hummed absently, gaze suddenly feeling unbearably weighted as it roved over you slowly.

"Yes, quite unfortunate indeed. These imported delicacies are precious commodities. I can't imagine who could possibly be brazen enough to help themselves to private reserves..."

His voice had taken on that low, husky register that never failed to send a shiver of pure want down your spine. You risked a glance up to find him eye-fucking you quite overtly now as he took another tantalizing bite of candy. The sweet burst over his tongue as he drew the confection between his lips with clear relish.

"It would be quite the bold soul, wouldn't you agree?" Gojo murmured darkly. "To steal right from under my nose like that..."

The suggestive metaphor and smoldering look he leveled at you made you falter, nearly missing the next stretch. You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry as you met his gaze unwaveringly. Could he tell? Did he suspect you were the thief pilfering his saccharine indulgences?

More importantly...was he goading you to finally admit it? A reckless thrill lanced through you at the idea of being caught red-handed, at whatever molten consequences that could bring with it.

"I-I can't imagine someone being that reckless," you managed to reply, proud at how steady your voice remained despite your hammering heart.

But something must have shown on your face, given you away. Because suddenly Gojo's lips curved in a slow, predatory smile that made heated arousal bloom low in your belly.

"Can't you?" he rumbled, voice dripping sinful suggestion. "How disappointing."

Then, holding your feverishly curious stare captive, Gojo pulled another fat gummy between his lips, letting it rest there a beat before taking it in with a heated suck. You helplessly traced the motion, mesmerized as he rolled the treat over his tongue with clear relish. The air itself seemed to turned molten and cloying sweet.

"Perhaps I've been underestimating you after all," Gojo purred once he'd swallowed. "How...illuminating."

The implications and challenge in his words, in the dark heat of his gaze, made you feel utterly undone. Like all this time he'd been baiting you, waiting to see if you'd rise to taking what you wanted.

And oh how deliciously tempting that forbidden offering looked in the moment...

The revelation that you were the daring culprit behind the missing sweets hung thick and intoxicating between you and Gojo. He didn't voice the accusation aloud, didn't directly confirm his newfound knowledge. But the lingering looks, the subtle curve of amusement on his lips - it was clear he knew the truth now.

And rather than calling you out, rather than chastising his precious student for such boldness...Gojo seemed utterly delighted by your secret transgressions.

Over the next few days, he began leaving out obscenely sized bags of gummies and chocolates near the safe when you trained. Blatant encouragement and permission for you to continue caving to your cloying, covert desires. Each time you'd eye the treats with thinly veiled longing, Gojo would merely arch an eyebrow in silent challenge.

The dare sparked bright in his gaze - go on, try and resist that aching sweet tooth in front of me. We'll see how daring you truly are.

You flushed hotly each time but refused to be the one to break first. To admit to the forbidden cravings that had you sneaking sugary kisses at all hours. Gojo's eyes danced with dark mirth, reveling in your stubbornness even as he clearly plotted to unhinge your resolve.

The tension only thickened when he started bringing in increasingly exotic treats from his travels. Delicacies and confections that made your mouth water just imagining their lavish decadence. Goading you, tempting you to be brave enough to engage in this deliciously subversive game he was orchestrating.

One afternoon, you entered the training room to find Gojo lounging casually, languid and catlike as he slowly sucked on a plump strawberry. The slow drizzle of juice down his lips and chin was utterly obscene. You swallowed thickly, rooted in place as he pulled the fruit from his mouth with an audible pop, lips staining a luscious crimson.

"You know..." he drawled lazily. "These delicacies are meant to be savored and appreciated fully. It's a shame to let them go to waste just gathering dust in a safe, don't you agree?"

The blatant innuendo and heady promise in Gojo's stare made your knees wobble. He lifted the treat with deliberate leisure, letting his tongue glide over the slick, ripe flesh with relish before taking another sinful bite. A droplet of strawberry trailed over his bottom lip, prompting him to slowly, indulgently drag his tongue along to capture it.

The wanton indecency of the display robbed you of breath. Gojo's molten gaze never left yours as he savored every toe-curling second, beckoning you closer to these sinfully lush temptations with each slick sound and motion of his mouth.

You wanted nothing more than to surge forward and chase the lingering taste and sticky sweetness on his lips. To finally break and upend the game entirely by taking what you'd been aching for this entire time.

The sudden heat in Gojo's eyes told you he sensed your wanton desire, that hairsbreadth yearning to shatter control. His tongue swept over his lips again in clear provocation, welcoming you to make your move.

The precipice was there, thrillingly close. Any moment now one of you was going to inevitably tumble over the edge into unbridled temptation.

You could feel the breath stuttering in your lungs as Gojo leisurely licked the glistening juices from his fingers, one by one. His gaze remained firmly locked on yours, hooded and smoldering with unspoken challenge.

The open invitation to finally snap and give in to this tempting game hung thick in the heated air between you. Gojo was practically daring you with each indecent sweep of his tongue to be the one to shatter restraint first.

Your body felt electric with simmering want, with the desperate need to surge forward and chase the lingering sweetness on his lips. To finally claim a taste of the illicit indulgences you'd been coveting from afar for so long.

Slowly, almost mesmerized, you found yourself drifting closer until you were just within arm's reach of your tormenting mentor. Gojo's eyes danced with dark amusement at your faltering resolve, at the way you helplessly traced the path of his tongue with rapt attention.

"Well?" he murmured huskily. "Are you going to continue depriving yourself? Or are you finally going to be brave enough to take what you want?"

His heated words were like a physical caress licking over your heated skin. You shivered at the blatant decadence they promised, at how easily Gojo could undo you with just his low rumbling timbre.

This was it - the breaking point you'd both been choreographing towards through weeks of heated games and sensual broiling tensions. Gojo's eyes glittered with ravenous promise, willing you forward into the abyss of temptation.

He made no move to halt your approach, to put an end to this madness. If anything, his lips curved in a sinful smirk of encouragement as you leaned in those final few torturous inches between you...

Just as your lips were a hairsbreadth away from finally, rapturously connecting with Gojo's in a bursting dam of pent-up desire, you startled yourself by abruptly pivoting at the last second.

Instead of claiming the forbidden taste you'd been desperately coveting, your mouth brushed tantalizingly along the strong line of Gojo's jaw as you let out a quavering exhale. You could have sworn you heard a low, ragged groan rumble from deep within his chest at the denial.

With a dizzying rush of emboldened daring, you didn't stop there. Your lips meandered in a scorching trail along the column of his throat, feeling his pulse hammering wildly beneath as Gojo instinctively tilted his head back.

You could taste the faint tang of salt and clean sweat on his heated skin as your mouth wandered inexorably lower. Dragging over the juncture of his shoulder, the careless V of his half-unbuttoned shirt, until finally—

Until finally you stopped a scant few inches from the object of your true temptation - the ripe, glistening strawberry clutched between Gojo's suddenly tense fingers.

You met his wide, dazed stare through lowered lashes thick with challenge as your lips parted, flicking out the barest tip of your tongue to taste the tantalizing juices beading along the strawberry's plump skin.

The sound Gojo made then was utterly inhuman - a strangled rumble of shocked arousal that went straight to your core. His grip on the fruit went white-knuckled, restraining himself from surging forward and upending this entire dynamic.

But you weren't quite done tormenting your tormentor yet.

Holding his heated gaze firmly captive, you wrapped your lips around the lush curve of strawberry and slowly drew it between them - sucking with maddening leisure until you'd taken the entire treat into your mouth. The rich burst of sweetness flooded your senses as you hollowed your cheeks, deliberately swirling your tongue against the tender flesh in a sinful mimicry of other desires.

Gojo's chest heaved raggedly as he watched you devour the forbidden fruit with shameless indulgence. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted and glistening. You made sure to hold his stare throughout, to let the graphic sounds of your mouth fill the weighted silence.

Only once the strawberry's tart sweetness had been thoroughly savored, only once every last juice was deliriously lapped up, did you finally release the stem from between your lips with a lush pop.

"Sweet," you murmured huskily in blatant understatement. "Though I do prefer...darker indulgences."

The weighted tension that fell between you and Gojo after your brazen strawberry display was so thick it felt suffocating. You could practically taste the roiling desire, the rattled restraint just barely keeping your tormented sensei anchored in place.

His eyes had gone swarthy and predatory, muscles coiled like a panther poised to strike as he visibly warred with himself. For one searing, eternal moment, you thought Gojo might finally snap and launch himself across that diminishing space separating you.

You held your ground, chest heaving shallowly as you boldly met and matched the searing heat of his stare. Silently daring him to upend the dynamics entirely and claim the indulgences he'd been relentlessly goading you towards.

But whether through sheer force of will or shock at your gambit, Gojo's restraint held - for now. His jawline carved into stark definition as he ground his teeth hard enough you worried they might shatter. You could see his throat convulsively working as he swallowed down the growl of pure, unleashed want clearly fighting to break free.

"You..." he rasped at last, voice wrecked in a way you'd never heard before. "You..."

He seemed utterly at a loss in the wake of your subversion. Gojo, who always had the sharp retort, the quick quip to disarm any situation. Now utterly poleaxed into unravelling silence by your unexpected boldness.

You simply arched an eyebrow, feigning innocence despite the thrill of heady power singing through you. Waiting with wicked patience to see if he could regain his footing enough to retaliate and escalate this game...

Gojo's nostrils flared as he sucked in a shuddering breath, pupils still blown wide and fathomless as obsidian. When he found his voice again, it was low and dripping with dark promise.

"This isn't over between us. Not even close."

The stark vow made arousal lance bright and hot through your veins. You refused to be the one to look away first from Gojo's smoldering stare.

"I certainly hope not, sensei," you replied with sugared sweetness. "I'm just getting started."

A muscle ticked high in his cheek at your brazen tone. For a beat, it looked like that might be the breaking point - like Gojo would finally abandon his tattered restraint and surge forward to silence your taunting.

But in the end, he merely expelled a slow, steadying breath through his nose. When next he spoke, his voice was deceptively mild and even. Almost bored, if not for the banked flames still flickering dangerously in his eyes.

"We'll see about that. Don't get cocky, little one. You have no idea what you're playing with."

It was clear dismissal, Gojo gathering the fraying threads of composure around himself like a cloak as he abruptly turned on his heel and stalked out of the training room without another word. But the sheer roiling tension, the promise of retribution still simmered heavily in the air long after he'd departed.

You allowed yourself a small, triumphant smile as you watched him go. Oh yes...this game between you was only just beginning to esculate. And you had every intention of matching Gojo's provacations until one of you finally, inevitably shattered.

The night seemed to hum with potential as you crept through the deserted training hall, footsteps hushed in the stillness. Anticipation thrilled through your veins with every whisper of movement, the familiar clandestine thrill singing bright in your blood.

You knew the path to Gojo's private locker by heart at this point. Could trace the way blindfolded, each turn and shadow ingrained into muscle memory from your countless covert sweet raids over the past months. A secret intimacy in and of itself.

Pausing before the unassuming door concealing your prize, you swiftly spun the dial and entered the familiar combination. The heavy clank of the lock disengaging made you shiver with giddy excitement. With each indulgent foray, the risk of getting inevitably caught only seemed to heighten the forbidden allure.

Anticipation sang bright in your veins as you cracked open the door to Gojo's private sweets locker. A fresh haul of sinfully rich treats awaited you inside - plump macarons glistening with sticky fruit compotes, decadent chocolate-dipped berries, and delicate petit fours drizzled with lavish ganache.

You quickly scanned the sugary bounty before making your selection, already feeling your mouth beginning to water. Plucking up a ruby-red macaron bursting with tart raspberry filling, you brought the delicate pastry to your lips and took an indulgent bite.

Rich cream and bright berry flavors flooded over your tongue as you closed your eyes to better savor the experience. You could feel the sweet jam smearing ever-so-slightly over your lips as you sank your teeth through the tender shell. An absolute sinful indulgence in and of itself.

When you finally opened your eyes again, a wicked thought suddenly occurred to you. You glanced around furtively before reaching into your pocket and pulling out a sleek tube of deep plum lipstick. Holding it up to the dim locker lighting, you examined the shade - dark enough to leave a blatantly unmistakable imprint, yet still an enticing deep berry stain.

Perfect for the deliciously naughty clue you had in mind to leave behind.

With one last conspiratorial look over your shoulder, you used your finger to clean up some of the sticky macaron mess around your lips. Then you applied a generous coat of the dark lipstick, pressing your lips together to evenly disperse the color into a lush pout.

Finally, you leaned over until you were nearly nose-to-nose with the gleaming interior of the sweets locker. Bracing one hand on the cool metal, you turned your head slightly and deliberately pressed an indecent, open-mouthed kiss against the safe's pristine inner lining.

When you pulled back with a soft pop, a blatantly obscene lipstick imprint remained behind in the garish plum pigment. An intimate, sultry calling card that would be impossible for Gojo to overlook the next time he went to indulge himself.

The idea of him discovering such an unabashedly provacative token amidst his precious sweets stash made molten heat bloom low in your belly. Of the confrontation, the delicious escalation that was sure to follow once Gojo realized you were the one flagrantly escalating this game between mentor and student.

Try as you might, you doubted you'd be able to feign innocence in the face of that damning clue left behind.

You smirked wickedly to yourself as you finished resetting the locker's intricate lock and spun the dial. Now all that remained was to await Gojo's discovery - and his retaliation against your sultry provocation.

This game of restraint and release was rapidly spiraling out of control. And you had every intention of remaining its relentless instigator until one of you eventually, inevitably shattered completely under the weight of temptation.

Let the delicious torment continue...

The next afternoon found you purposefully focusing your mind during training, trying not to let anticipation over Gojo's inevitable discovery distract you overmuch. You could feel the weight of his contemplative stare boring into you as he paced in slow, measured circles nearby.

"You seem...unfocused today," Gojo remarked at last, that low rumble of voice snagging your attention despite yourself. "Something on your mind?"

Feigning nonchalance, you paused mid-form to regard him evenly. "Nothing out of the ordinary, sensei. Why do you ask?"

His lips curved in the barest hint of a smirk as he continued circling you with cat-like grace. "No reason. Simply an...observation."

Something in his tone, in the weighted innuendo underlying the word "observation" made the fine hairs prickle on the back of your neck. Did he know? Had Gojo already discovered the lipstick imprint you'd brazenly left amidst his private sweets?

You refused to be the one to break the heated silence first. To give him the satisfaction of flustered confession. Instead, you arched one cool eyebrow in silent challenge, silently daring him to make an overt accusation if he thought he had grounds.

Gojo's smile widened by a fraction, dark eyes glinting with what looked like deep approval at your unwavering nonchalance. He idly ran his thumb over his bottom lip as if deep in thought.

"You know..." he murmured conversationally. "The most fascinating thing happened earlier when I went to indulge myself in my private locker's...reserves."

Your pulse kicked up by several excited notches, but you maintained an aloof facade as you waited for the other shoe to drop. For Gojo to reveal he'd found your deliberately seductive hint.

Instead, he merely hummed faintly and inspected his thumb as if searching for some lingering stain or smear. Meeting your steady gaze once more, Gojo allowed his lips to curve in a wicked smile dripping with sinful delight.

"I detected the most intriguing...fruity bouquet when I opened the safe. Like someone had left behind a rather intimate little kiss amongst my treats."

The blatant innuendo made heat bloom bright in your cheeks despite your best efforts. You opened your mouth, a retort already forming, but Gojo pressed forward in a languid slink that left you momentarily poleaxed.

"So tell me..." he practically purred, deep voice like velvet sin caressing your heated skin as he leaned in close enough for you to feel his body heat. "Should I be concerned one of my private indulgences is being...thoroughly and repeatedly savored without my knowledge?"

His gaze was nothing short of smoldering brimstone as it slowly raked down to your lips, then back up in a molten trail of promise and unspoken challenge. You swallowed hard against the want suddenly rasping in your throat.

There it was - the direct confrontation, laying his cards out on the table as he waited to see if you would finally buckle under the simmering tension. Admit to your crimes boldly escalating this dangerous game between you.

Your heart thundered riotously in your chest as you maintained Gojo's heated stare. You could still attempt to refute the evidence, to feign innocence and continue taunting him down this path of exquisite temptation a while longer.

Or...you could take the plunge and see exactly where the shattered edge of restraint between you ultimately led to shameless indulgence.

Slowly, you allowed your tongue to sweep over your lips in a deliberate glide - tasting phantom sweetness lingering there and watching Gojo's pupils blow wider. Unwavering challenge sparked bright in your gaze as you leaned in until your mouths were a succulent hairsbreadth apart and you could feel his ragged exhale ghost over your lips.

"Why don't you come a little closer," you murmured in a voice gone husky and dripping sin. "And find out for yourself?"

A muscle ticked high in Gojo's clenched jaw as he visibly fought to maintain the last tattered shreds of control. You watched his throat work convulsively as you traced the tempting curve of his bottom lip with your gaze.

Whatever simmered behind that fiery stare held the promise of unleashed, primal intent. You could feel the sheer undercurrent of want and restrained desire rolling off him in suffocating waves.

This was it - the precipice the two of you had been hurtling towards through heated denials and greedy back-and-forth indulgences. One of you was about to finally go crashing over the edge into unbridled, unrestrained temptation.

And this time, you couldn't even begin to predict which of you would shatter first.

Gojo's eyes smoldered like molten brimstone in the weighted silence after your brazen invitation for him to "find out for himself" about the sugared sins you'd been committing. You could practically see the internal war raging within him - the fight to maintain his rapidly shredding restraint against the primal urge to finally shatter all barriers between you.

His chest rose and fell in harsh breaths, giving away the tumultuous storm of arousal you'd stoked with your defiant words and unrepentant gaze. For one dizzyingly suspended moment, you thought he might actually concede defeat and surge forward to claim the indecent liberties he'd been taunting you both towards.

But then, with what seemed like a herculean force of will and gritted teeth, Gojo managed to wrestle back some semblance of hard-won control. You watched the tendons flex in his straining jaw and neck as he swallowed thickly, forcibly reining himself back from that irresistible edge.

"You..." he began, then stopped to clear the roughened rasp from his voice. "You have no idea what flames you're stoking, little one."

His tone retained that dark graveled promise of sin waiting to be unleashed. Gojo leaned impossibly closer, near enough that you could smell the heady, masculine scent of him - like sandalwood and the barest hint of citrus. He trapped you in the banked inferno of his stare.

"If you knew what was truly good for you," Gojo murmured in a dangerously heated undertone, "You'd stop pushing me to finally make good on those brazen taunts of yours."

His gaze pointedly raked over your lips before returning to your wide eyes - a clear indication that he knew precisely which provocative gestures and indulgences had been the last straw in eroding his restraint. You felt a fresh blaze of molten heat scorch through you at the blatant reminder.

A beat of loaded quiet pulsed hotly between you as Gojo searched your features with ravenous intensity, silently demanding you heed his veiled warnings. Daring you to continue down this path of escalating temptation towards its inevitable conclusion.

But almost as soon as the challenge kindled behind his eyes, Gojo reined it in with another harsh inhalation through his flared nostrils. You watched his throat convulse once more as he visibly wrestled his rapidly unwinding control back into place.

When next he spoke, his tone was low and ominously measured - a clear front to conceal the maelstrom of restrained want still simmering beneath the veneer.

"Whether you choose to curb those self-destructive impulses is ultimately up to you," Gojo stated evenly. "But make no mistake - I won't be responsible for the consequences if you persist in needlessly provoking me much further."

The words landed like a physical blow, sudden and disorienting after all the heated innuendos and provocations that came before. He was putting up a wall now, you realized. Throwing up those implacable barriers between you in an attempt to claw back his fleeting control of the situation.

And damn if his efforts to create that distance, to retreat from the precipice you'd both been teetering over, didn't somehow only stoke the flames of challenge burning brighter in your veins. If anything, you felt even more recklessly determined to keep this dangerous game escalating between you - if only to see just how far Gojo's self-restraint could truly be pushed.

So you simply arched a single taunting eyebrow and regarded him steadily, refusing to be cowed. "Is that a threat...or simply more incentive for me, Sensei?"

A muscle ticked high in Gojo's clenched jaw at your insolent rejoinder. His lips peeled back from gritted teeth as he visibly struggled to contain the growl rumbling up from his chest. That carefully curated mask of composure very nearly slipped once more.

"Don't test me, pet," he all but snarled. "I can promise you won't enjoy having to discover where the limits of even my restraint ultimately lie."

With that final dark-edged warning, Gojo abruptly spun on his heel and stalked out of the training room - shoulders tense and fists clenched in a clear display of how very near to shattering he'd brought himself.

You watched him go, heart thundering wildly as tremors of excitement and want continued lancing through you in searing waves. There was no mistaking or denying it now - Gojo was nearing his limits. And unless one of you found a way to relieve this cataclysmic tension, you both might very well end up swept away by the sheer, unrestrained force of it when he finally reached his breaking point.

The delicious possibilities of what that unbridled release could bring had your mouth watering in heady anticipation.

The thrill of forbidden temptation sang bright in your veins as you crept through the deserted training halls that night. You traced the familiar path to Gojo's private sweets locker almost subconsciously, anticipation building with every whisper of movement.

Despite his ominous warnings after your last provocative encounter, you found yourself utterly unable to resist seeking out another clandestine indulgence. If anything, the prospect of pushing your teacher’s restraint that much further, of seeing what deliciously dark consequences awaited if you persisted, only stoked your reckless daring.

You licked your lips unconsciously as you deftly spun the dial on the safe's lock, the metallic clicks seeming to echo obscenely in the stillness around you. Each turn felt charged with illicit promise as the tumblers gradually released.

Finally, the heavy door fell open with a low groan of steel. You felt your pulse kick up in excitement as the dimly lit locker's contents were revealed.

There, amidst the usual assortment of gourmet chocolates and delicate pastries, rested a small satin box you didn't recall seeing before. Something about its conspicuous placement, about the air of clear enticement surrounding the mysterious confection made your mouth go dry with want.

You knew you should simply take your usual treats and depart before potentially being caught out. But the siren call of discovering just what sinful indulgences might be hidden inside that intriguing little package proved too difficult to resist.

With a furtive glance over your shoulder, you gingerly plucked up the box and slowly cracked open the hinged lid. A burst of rich, heady fragrance immediately washed over you - velvety dark chocolate mingled with exotic spices and intoxicating floral notes.

Inside nestled a assortment of glossy, liqueur-filled truffles glistening with glazed cocoa butter. Each one looked utterly sumptuous and impossibly decadent. Without even thinking, you found yourself reaching out to pluck up one of the confections, mesmerized by the depth of flavor promised in its simplistic form.

The first molten bite practically melted on your tongue in a rapturous burst of creamy ganache and tart-sweet berry compote. You closed your eyes with a faint moan of bliss as the lavish flavor notes danced over your palate. These were easily the most exquisite chocolates you'd ever tasted.

But no sooner had you swallowed down that indulgent first bite, than a strange heated flush began blooming beneath your skin. You furrowed your brow, puzzling at the disconcerting yet somehow delicious prickling sensation now racing along your limbs in tingling waves.

Before you could analyze it further, a low dark chuckle suddenly sounded from the shadowed corner of the small locker room - setting your pulse to jackrabbiting as you whirled around.

"I wondered just how long it might take you to stumble into that particular snare," the familiar velvet rumble intoned.

Gojo emerged slowly from the inky corner, looking like some sort of large jungle cat lazily rising from where he'd clearly been lying in wait. The dim lighting turned his obscuring shades into twin dark mirrors that reflected your rapidly paling features back at you.

Your tongue felt thick and heavy in your mouth as Gojo prowled in a slow, predatory circle - effectively caging you back against the cool metal of the safe. His lips curved in a sharp, haunting smile that sent a fresh frisson of molten unease trickling down your spine.

"Did you truly think I wouldn't notice the, ah...inconsistencies in my supply?" Gojo tsked softly, shaking his head in mock remorse as he continued closing the distance between you. "That your little criminal endeavors would go undetected indefinitely?"

You opened your mouth, some faint denial already forming on your lips. But another searing lash of that disconcerting liquid heat suddenly flared low in your abdomen - robbing you of breath and composure.

Gojo's smile turned distinctly more feral at whatever must have shown on your face in that moment. "Ah, so you're just now starting to feel the first delicious effects of the aphrodisiacs, are you?"

His words struck you like a physical blow as comprehension dawned in a sickening rush. The strange, overwhelming arousal now rapidly suffusing your limbs and core...of course it had to be the result of an aphrodisiac imbued within that seemingly innocuous selection of chocolates.

Gojo had planned this entire seduction from the start - lacing his private stash with sinfully intoxicating confections, then waiting for you to take the bait like the impulsive, reckless pupil he knew you to be.

You tried to stumble backwards, to seek some meager distance and control over whatever molten Gojo had set into torrid motion inside you.

But your teacher merely tsked again and continued his unhurried advance until his body heat practically radiated over your feverish skin. Until you could feel his breath fanning tauntingly over your lips as he leaned in close with dark, wicked promise.

"No more running now, pet," Gojo purred in that low, sin-stained rasp. "I do hope you're finally prepared to face the...consequences of repeatedly testing my restraint."

The last threads of your control swiftly began to fray under the relentless onslaught of the aphrodisiac and Gojo's searing proximity. You trembled helplessly, mouth gone bone dry as overwhelming need began whiting out the edges of your vision.

Gojo seemed to revel in your tormented struggle, in how utterly undone you were swiftly becoming as his intoxicating machinations took root. His smirk was all razor-edges and merciless intent as he reached out to toy with a lock of your hair, the ghost of a caress somehow even more inflaming than a firmer touch.

"We've been baiting this exquisite tension between us for far too long now," he rumbled in a voice gone dreamily viscous with dark promise. "It's long past time to finally stop fighting and give into those simmering cravings entirely..."

You whimpered softly as another scorching shudder lanced through you, desire now rapidly eclipsing any lingering caution or defenses. Gojo's shades had slipped enough for you to glimpse the banked inferno of naked lust now smoldering in his eyes.

There would be no more games, no more playful denials or flights of willpower after this night. Gojo had expertly maneuvered you both to the very edge of that shuddering precipice. Now there was nothing left to do but finally embrace the inevitable freefall into wanton, unbridled indulgence together.

This delirious moment of reckoning had been simmering for far too long between you both. And now...now all that remained was to give yourselves over to it in a crashing wave of temptation as Gojo leaned inexorably, irresistibly closer—

Gojo's dark chuckle resonated through you like sin made audible as he drank in your trembling struggle against the relentless onslaught of desire he'd orchestrated.

"Such delicious fortitude," he rumbled in voice gone gravelly and rough with banked restraint. "But we both know that craving, that exquisite ache, is only going to grow more...insistent with each moment you persist in denying it."

You whimpered faintly as a fresh wave of blazing need crashed over you in searing affirmation of his words. Your core felt like molten friction, like being slowly consumed from the inside out by wanton hunger.

Gojo watched the storm of anguished arousal play out over your features with ravenous delight. He reached out with agonizing leisure, calloused fingertips trailing over the heated flush staining your cheekbones in a scarcely-there caress that somehow only stoked the flames raging within you higher.

"Now then," he practically purred, voice dropping into an obscene register that had you quaking. "Why don't you be a good girl and show your sensei just how thoroughly you've learned the principle of giving in to temptation?"

His fingertips trailed lower, drifting in a searing line down the slender column of your throat. You gasped at the deliberate intimacy of the touch, entire body arching shamelessly into the contact despite yourself.

Gojo's lips curved in a sharp smile of vicious victory as his thumb grazed torturously over your wildly fluttering pulse point. "That's it, pet...fight it all you want. We both know how this is going to end."

You barely registered his murmured taunts as Gojo continued mapping out every fevered inch of your overstimulated skin. Each brush of his callused fingertips against your overheated flesh felt like being licked by open flame, reducing what little restraint you'd been grasping at to smoldering ash.

It was too much - the reckless thrill, the exhilarating lack of control, the sheer rapturous potential of finally letting yourself tumble over into oblivion with the one person you'd been denying this cataclysmic attraction to for far too long.

A strangled sound resonated up from your chest - part moan, part growl of pure unleashed yearning. Then you were surging up and crashing your lips against Gojo's in a searing, needful kiss.

He froze for only a split second at your sudden boldness. But then Gojo's hands were combing ravenously into your hair, lips parting in a slick glide to deepen the contact as a guttural groan vibrated from low in his chest.

Your mouth moved in frantic synchronicity as you finally, blissfully surrendered your restraint to his capable hands. The taste of him - exotic spices and dark, smoky sin - flooded your senses until you felt utterly dizzy with delirious gratification.

Gojo took ruthless advantage of your momentary weakness, his wicked tongue spearing past your lips to tangle with yours in a molten duel of need and possession. He slanted your mouth this way and that, a wild clash of slick heat and carnal desperation igniting between you.

You clutched dizzily at his shoulders, his hips, anything to anchor you as Gojo plundered the exquisite velvet of your mouth with clear expertise and primal intent. Each lap of his sinful tongue only stoked the raging wildfire of your desire higher, hotter, brighter--

Until there was nothing left but searing sensation. Nothing but molten slick heat and the delirious surrender to finally releasing that long-denied, rapturous gratification at last.

When the two of you eventually broke apart, panting and utterly debauched, the air between you had gone molten and sultry. Your lips felt bruised and swollen, still tingling from the delicious onslaught of his mouth.

Gojo's smile was wickedly satisfied as his darkened gaze flicked back and forth between your eyes. "Well now...I suppose I should've anticipated my favorite student would be a biter."

You flushed at the teasing, at the memory of your teeth sinking into the full, succulent swell of his bottom lip as he'd taken command of the kiss. But your embarrassment quickly morphed into something more heated as Gojo's fingers idly traced the seam of your kiss-swollen bottom lip.

"But since I can't seem to stop indulging you..." he mused. Then, lightning-quick, Gojo snatched a fistful of your hair and tugged hard.

A shocked gasp tore from your throat at the sudden jolt of pain-edged pleasure. But before you could properly respond, his mouth was back on yours - devouring you with a ravenousness that threatened to steal the very breath from your lungs.

You groaned, arching into his demanding grip as Gojo continued to ravage your lips in a heady rush of want. The feeling of his body pressed so intimately against yours, of those calloused fingers still gripping tight enough to sting, of his tongue lapping greedily into your mouth - all of it combined to send fresh bolts of heat spiraling through your core.

You felt as though you were being slowly immolated by the flames of your own desire. Like some dark, sensual creature had taken possession of your body and mind, leaving nothing behind but pure, wanton need.

And if the way Gojo's free hand was currently mapping a greedy path over the feverish swell of your hip was any indication, he was just as far gone as you. His palm slid possessively over the curve of your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as his lips continued their ravenous onslaught.

When at last he pulled back, Gojo's grin was all predatory hunger and sharp, lethal satisfaction. "Let's see what else my favorite little thief can offer, hmm?"

Then his hand was delving between your thighs, sliding into the soaked satin of your panties to find the molten slick of your core. The first brush of his fingers against your throbbing flesh sent a full-body shudder wracking through you, a low whine of need echoing up from the very depths of your chest.

"S-Sensei--"

Your broken plea earned you a low, dangerous growl as Gojo's lips found the curve of your jaw. "You keep calling me that," he murmured, the words a sultry rasp against the shell of your ear. "And I'm liable to get ideas, pet."

You moaned helplessly, already feeling yourself spiraling closer to the brink. His fingers continued stroking you, exploring the molten, needy heat between your legs as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck.

The combined sensations were enough to shatter what little was left of your restraint. You clung to Gojo's shoulders, rocking mindlessly against the deft ministrations of his hand. Each pass of his calloused fingertips against your heated flesh, each sinful lick and suckle against the sensitive skin of your throat, only served to drive you further towards the precipice.

When Gojo's teeth suddenly scraped against the tender flesh below your ear, a strangled cry of pleasure tore from your lips. You could feel yourself careening toward release, the pressure and tension winding tighter and tighter with every delicious stroke.

Gojo must have sensed it too. Because his pace only increased, his touch growing rougher, more insistent. His free hand continued fisting into the silken strands of your hair, the dual points of stimulation only adding to the searing intensity of the moment.

"Go on," he urged, voice a rough, heady rasp. "Be a good girl and come for me."

Then his thumb was grazing over your clit, stroking you in a devastatingly perfect rhythm. A strangled cry escaped your lips as the molten pressure building within you finally shattered. Your whole body shuddered and spasmed, hot, clear fluid gushing out to stain the floor.

Gojo continued working you through the delirious aftershocks, coaxing out every last drop of release. You gasped and whimpered, clinging to his shoulders as the final tremors finally subsided.

Your vision was still hazy, the room spinning slightly as Gojo withdrew his fingers. You watched dazedly as he lifted his hand, the slick shine of your arousal coating his fingers in a viscous, unmistakable sheen.

His lips curved in a sharp smile as he regarded you through half-lidded eyes. "So, so sweet," he practically purred, voice thick and syrupy with decadent intent. "But I'm afraid my favorite little thief has yet to fulfill the principle of 'giving in to temptation' fully."

Gojo brought his hand to his lips, tongue snaking out to taste the evidence of your arousal. A low, heady groan resonated up from his chest, like a man savoring a forbidden treat. You felt a fresh wave of molten need course through you at the decadent sight.

"I have a feeling," Gojo mused, voice dripping dark and honeyed sin. "That this will take several lessons in self-restraint. Several thorough demonstrations of exactly how much I've been...holding back until now."

You felt another pulse of desire flood through you at his words. You knew the two of you should stop before things escalated any further. That you'd already pushed the limits of this dangerous game between you beyond the point of no return.

But the look in Gojo's eyes as his gaze raked over you - predatory and unbridled and full of ravenous want - made it clear the night's indulgences had only just begun.

There would be time for regret and shame later, for reckoning with the consequences of what was surely a doomed affair. But for now, with that delirious edge of want and depraved anticipation still singing through your veins, you could think of nothing you desired more than to finally give in to this reckless, irresistible temptation--

You opened your mouth, a retort already forming. But Gojo merely smiled that sharp, sinful smile and surged forward. His mouth slanted over yours, swallowing the last remnants of your protests and rational thought as he pressed you back against the cool metal of the sweets locker.

Your arms went around his neck, hands delving into the silken fall of his hair as his lips moved hungrily against yours. Gojo's tongue swept into your mouth, stealing your breath and the last shreds of your willpower in a single, sinfully delicious rush.

The taste of you - tart-sweet and addictive, like forbidden fruit - made a heady groan rumble up from deep within his chest. You could feel the proof of his desire straining against the confines of his pants, pressed hotly against the feverish flesh of your belly.

Gojo's mouth left a trail of burning fire wherever it touched, his hands mapping out the curves and planes of your body with an expert's deft touch. Every flick of his wicked tongue, every caress and slide of his palm, only served to stoke the inferno of lust blazing within you.

It was impossible to tell where one of you ended and the other began. All you knew was the delicious heat, the intoxicating friction of his mouth on yours. The feeling of Gojo's body pinning you against the locker, the hard lines and planes of his chest and abs pressing tantalizingly against your softness.

And when he finally released you, panting and breathless and thoroughly debauched, the sight of his eyes - dark and wild and full of primal intent - made your heart race faster than it ever had before.

Gojo's gaze roved over you, drinking in the evidence of his ravishment with a smug, possessive satisfaction. His thumb trailed lightly over your kiss-swollen lips, and you couldn't resist darting out to taste the salt and musk lingering on the pad.

A low growl rumbled up from deep in his chest, the sound sending a fresh thrill of anticipation racing down your spine. Gojo leaned in, his voice a sultry, seductive purr against the shell of your ear.

"I can't wait to see what other sinful indulgences my favorite student might have hidden away."

And then, in a blur of motion, Gojo spun you around and pressed you face-first into the cold metal of the locker door. Your breath caught in your throat at the unexpected move.

His palm ghosted slowly down the curve of your spine, the deliberate contact sending a shiver through you. His voice was a low, wicked promise against the back of your neck. "Let's find out just how deep your cravings for this exquisite tension run, shall we?"

And then his fingers were delving back into the soaked satin between your legs, teasing and stroking you to the brink of madness. His lips left a searing trail of kisses and bites down the side of your neck, marking the tender flesh for anyone to see.

Each press of his calloused fingers against your molten core made you tremble and moan, helpless against the overwhelming onslaught of sensations. Your body moved of its own accord, hips rocking shamelessly against his hand as the pressure built higher and higher.

Gojo's breathing was ragged, his free hand fisting in your hair as he continued his relentless pursuit. You could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing hot and insistent against the small of your back, the sheer evidence of his desire only adding fuel to the blaze within you.

It was too much, too intense, too overwhelming. The feel of his fingers inside you, the heat of his breath against your fevered skin, the scent of his cologne mingling with your sweat and sex. It was all too much.

You threw your head back, gasping and shuddering as the pressure finally crested, the world seeming to shatter apart beneath the force of your release. Gojo continued stroking you, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from you as the waves of pleasure washed over you.

You slumped against the locker door, utterly spent and sated, as the final tremors of release subsided. Gojo's lips brushed lightly against the nape of your neck, the gesture surprisingly tender after the ferocity of his earlier attentions.

He stepped back, allowing you to catch your breath and regain your bearings. The sight of his smirk, equal parts smug and satisfied, made a blush creep into your cheeks.

"So," he drawled, voice low and husky with lingering desire. "Have you learned the proper lesson, my little thief?"

You licked your lips, tasting the salty-sweet tang of sweat and desire. Your heart was still racing, body tingling from the aftereffects of release.

And despite the heady satisfaction still coursing through your veins, the craving for more lingered.

"I'm not sure," you said, voice trembling slightly. "Maybe we should continue the lesson...just to make sure I understand."

Gojo's smirk grew wider, sharper, hungrier. He stepped forward, pressing himself against your back. You could feel the evidence of his own desire straining against the confines of his pants.

"Oh, I think we'll have to continue this lesson until I'm certain you've learned it," he murmured, the words a low, seductive purr against the shell of your ear.

His hands slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, calloused fingers brushing teasingly against the feverish skin of your abdomen.

"After all," he continued, tone dipping into a dark, suggestive register. "It's never a bad idea to be thorough when instructing my favorite student."

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when i break, it’s in a million pieces

alexia x putellas!reader

the pressure on r is intense, from her sister more than anyone. an injury pushes her to her breaking point. desperate not to let her sister down, r struggles under the weight of her injury.

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Something that was always said about your sister was that she pushed everyone around her to be better. This was something that you knew to be true on a whole other level. The pressure of being Alexia Putellas' sister was immense; not just from the media, and the coaches, and the team, but from your sister herself. She expected a lot from you, she always had.

Alexia knew better than anyone what it took to be a great footballer, and when you expressed to her that you wanted it too, she promised herself that she would help you get there. The raw talent was there, and with your sister by your side, it seemed to the world that you would be unstoppable.

It was your first real season with Barça, having spent the last 2 seasons on loan at Sevilla. It had been good for you, helped develop your skills and allow you to be independent. Now, at 20, you were back in Barcelona, playing with the first team, and with your sister, for the first time.

Your sister always toed the line between pushing you just hard enough, and pushing you too hard. Your mother often had to step in, and get Alexia to back off, just a bit. Not that you were on the team with her though, where she was the captain, training with her everyday, you couldn't really go to your mother for help when Alexia pushed you too hard. You just... took it.

It was a lot, several stressful months at the beginning of the season where you tried to carve out your place in the team. It felt like Alexia was breathing down your neck, always asking for more. It was an environment that you had thrived in, before. And then you'd gone on loan, and you'd learned to push yourself.

Alexia's pushing, compounded with your pushing was, if you were honest, too much for you. You could never tell your sister, though, not when she was just trying to get you to be the best version of yourself.

It didn't help that the media had wild expectations for you; they were expecting you to perform how Alexia had when she was 28, and you were only 20. Every mistake, every missed shot had media outlets questioning if you would ever be as good as your older sister. You knew Alexia didn't pay attention to the things said about her online, and you tried to do the same. You weren't as successful.

Things only got worse when Alexia hurt her knee. Your heart ached for her, knowing exactly the toll not being able to play took on your sister. Still, you were suffocating in her absence from the pitch.

You needed to be better, stronger, faster, play harder, pass more precisely, shoot right on target every time. You needed to be passionate, but not hot headed. Confident, but not cocky. You felt like you were being pulled in a thousand different directions; every move you made seemed to be the wrong choice. Your solution? Work harder. Train extra. Push yourself to the absolute brink.

Everyone seemed to realize that you were pushing yourself too hard. Everyone, that is, except your sister. She only saw the results, how well you were playing. It was like she was blind to how exhausted you looked. Your teammates tried bringing it up with you, and with Alexia, but you both insisted that there was no problem. Alexia, because she genuinely didn't think there was one. And you, because you would rather drop dead than disappoint your sister.

Somewhere deep inside, you had convinced yourself that if you weren't perfect, completely and entirely perfect, Alexia wouldn't love you the same. Your sister's praise and approval was something you'd always sought; only recently did it reach the point that you were willing to do anything to make her proud of you; fuck your body and it's limits- Alexia was counting on you, expecting things of you, and you were going to do them. No matter what it took.

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It made sense, then, that your body would reach it's breaking point. The load on you was immense; playing almost every minute of every game. You were overworked, but you wouldn't admit it. You'd gone back out for the second half of the game against Eintracht Frankfurt, dismissing Jona [and Irene, and Patri, and Marta]'s questions about coming off to rest. You had more to give, you assured them. And give it your all, you would.

You were on the left side of the pitch, attempting to dribble past one of the opposing midfielders. The tackle wasn't really very clean; she came sliding in towards your ankles after the ball was already sailing towards Mario. Still, if you weren't so exhausted and overworked, you would have seen her coming, and moved out of the way. Or, at least, you would have managed to move just enough that the tackle wasn't catastrophic.

Instead, she caught you just right, crashing into you so hard that your ankle rolled in a way it wasn't supposed to. You felt the crack as well as heard it, the excruciating pain that followed forcing you to the ground.

Your head was left completely untouched, and the ref let play continue, apparently feeling that the tackle didn't deserve a yellow. You felt like you could feel every nerve ending in your ankle being lit on fire, at the same time as a deep ache permeated out from the bones in your lower leg. It was unlike anything you'd ever felt before, truly. You were on your stomach, face hidden away in the crook of your elbow, as you raised your other hand in the air, gesturing wildly for help.

Your heart was racing, ankle throbbing, as you felt everything come crashing down around you. This couldn't be happening. How could this be happening?

"Y/n?" Ingrid asked quietly, resting a hand on your back. Mario had kicked the ball out, and the medics were sprinting across the pitch towards you. Ingrid was closest, and while the rest of the team stood frozen, praying to anyone they could think of that this wasn't as bad as it seemed, the Norwegian crouched down by you, able to hear the small, pained whimpers escaping your lips.

"Ingrid, help," you choked out, reaching blindly for her. She grabbed your hand, holding tight.

"The medics are almost here, just hang on."

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Up in the stands, Alexia sat, watching on in absolute horror, at the way your body laid on the pitch. She'd been much too far away to hear the crack, but she knew what a broken ankle looked like. Your reaction only confirmed it. She was gripping the arms of her seat like her life depended on it, barely able to tear her eyes off you when Mapi called her name for the third time.

"Go, Ale. Get down there. She'll need you." Mapi nudged, looking to Jana when Alexia made no move. Mapi was still on crutches, unable to grab Alexia and go like she needed to. Jana got the message, standing and grabbing Alexia's hand in hers.

"Alexia," she called, waiting until her captain's eyes looked up at her. "Come on. She needs you." With another tug on the blonde's hand, Jana got Alexia to stand, before she pulled her out of the row of seats, and towards the stairs.

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The medics had maneuvered you onto your back, before they asked you what hurt. They already knew, even as the question left their mouths.

"What hurts?"

"Ankle. It's bad, it's really bad," you cried, before yanking your jersey up to cover your face. It was bad enough that this was happening, and the entire stadium, everyone watching being able to see you cry only making it worse.

You stayed in your little hiding place, shirt covering your face, until the crowd of medics around you, combined with the medical cart that had been driven onto the field, provided enough of a shelter. When you removed your kit from your face, you were met with the sight of most of the team standing over you, pained expressions across their faces. You were handed the dreaded green whistle, which you tried to push away. The medic insisted, and Irene leaned over you, as if daring you to reject it again.

You accepted it, then, taking deep inhales of the medication. Your brain felt hazy, suddenly, and it didn't really register when they put the puffy orange cast over your leg.

The team hovered, silent support, as you were moved onto a stretcher, and then the cart. You were left with pats on the shoulder and kisses on the forehead before the cart began moving, driving off the pitch. The crowd clapped as you went, and all you could think was that you had no idea how long it would be before you could get back on the pitch.

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"Where is she?" Alexia questioned, grabbing the arm of the physio attempting to pass by her. She'd been waiting for you by the medical rooms for a few minutes, only growing more nervous as time passed.

"Ambulance. They're taking her right to the hospital." The physio replied, looking sympathetically at the blonde.

Alexia swore, taking off down the hall and towards the doors. Thank god she was cleared to run again. The blonde just barely caught the ambulance before the back was slamming shut, hopping up and in. She slid in right next to the stretcher, instantly leaning over you.

"I'm here, pequeña." She murmured, taking in the absolutely devastated expression on your face.

"It broke, I heard it break." You whispered. Alexia felt like her heart was being squeezed at the sound of your shaky voice.

"It's all going to be okay, I promise."

You shook your head. "I'm sorry, Ale." You barely got the words out, a loud sobbing ripping it's way out of you.

Your sister looked confused, reaching a hand down to cradle your cheek. "You don't have anything you need to be sorry for, hermanita. Nothing."

The conversation was only agitating you, and the paramedic gave your sister a look, one telling her to change the topic.

"Does it hurt?" She asked, glancing down at your heavily wrapped ankle.

You bit your lip. "No."

Just then, the vehicle hit a bump, jostling the stretcher slightly. Your ankle was jolted, and you let out a high pitched squeak, gripping on tight to the sides of the stretcher.

"Sure, it doesn't hurt." Alexia sighed. "We're almost at the hospital, okay? They'll fix you right up."

Alexia was speaking to you like she had when you were much younger; when the injury to be fixed was a scraped knee, not a broken bone. It was comforting, though, a glimpse of soft and sweet Alexia that you hadn't really seen much of recently.

"Can you call mom?" You asked quietly. Your sister swallowed back tears of her own at how young you seemed suddenly. You were only 20, and though normally you acted much more mature than that, she was reminded of your age by the look of complete fear in your eyes.

Your mother, however, was out of the country on a girls trip with her friends She had been texting Alexia pretty much nonstop since the injury, and Alexia had only managed to reply to one of the texts. She told your sister, though, that she didn't have good enough cell reception to call. Alexia was going to have to be enough for you.

"Her internet isn't good enough to call, remember? I'm right here with you, though. I'm not going anywhere." Alexia vowed, peeling your hand of the side of the stretcher, and wrapping her hand around it.

Your sister didn't miss the unsure glint in your eyes, and although your hand tightened around hers, she could tell that you were holding back from her, at least a little bit. The trouble was, she didn't understand why. You used to go to Alexia with all your problems; she was one of the only people you would let see you cry. Now, though, you chewed aggressively on your bottom lip, blinking away your tears.

Alexia wondered when you'd stopped trusting her the way you used to, and why.

-----

Thank god that Barça had connections at the hospital; you were in and out of x-ray fast, seen by the doctor, put on crutches within the hour. Your foot was encased in a moon boot, all the way up your shin, and you were... miserable. There was a permanent scowl set on your face, and you were answering your sister's questions with simple yes's and no's, refusing to make eye contact.

Alexia's chest ached seeing you in this much pain. She felt like she used to feel when you were little, and you'd cry; like she'd do anything, anything at all, to make you smile again.

Your other sister arrived in a flurry of chaos, and Alexia watched on as you practically melted into the hug Alba offered. She didn't understand; you went to Alba when you were in trouble, or if you wanted to goof around. You went to Alexia if you were upset. That was how it had always been, but suddenly, you couldn't look her in the eye.

"Olga went to go get you some stuff from your apartment. You can stay with Ale until you're better, alright?" Alba said.

Alexia didn't know when Alba had contacted her girlfriend, or how the decision for you to stay with her had been reached, but she was glad for it. You shouldn't be on your own, physically, and if your current attitude was any indication, also mentally.

"Did the doctor say how long you'd be out?"

You grew visibly pale at the question. "At least 4 months."

Alba opened her mouth, clearly about to comment on how that was... a long time for a broken ankle. Alexia elbowed her in the side, sending her a look to not bring it up. Alba promptly shut her mouth, figuring Alexia would explain later anyway.

What she didn't know was that you'd broken both your fibula and your tibia. The bones would take time to heal, time to rehab, as well as the partially torn muscles in your ankle. You'd asked about surgery, but the process wouldn't be sped up at all if you were operated on. You had no choice, but to wait it out. 4 months away from the pitch. 4 months.

"Hey, y/n?" Alexia said, waving a hand in front of your face.

"What?" You asked.

"I said your name like 5 times." Alexia told you, taking in the bewildered expression on your face. You'd completely tuned out, lost in your thoughts.

"Oh."

"Ready to go?" Alexia asked finally, when you didn't offer an explanation.

"Yeah."

You stood, slightly shaky on the crutches from the pain medicine, and began to make your way to the doors of the hospital. Your sisters followed close behind you. They didn't know it, but anyone looking at the two of them would have instantly known they were sisters; sporting matching worried frowns as they watching you move down the hall. Neither of them was really sure what to say to you, to make you feel better, and they hated standing by and watching you be upset. Nothing seemed to be working though, and you offered them nothing as you made it to your sister's car, sliding into the backseat without a word. The car ride back to Alexia's was completely silent, both of your sister's were lost in their thoughts, as you were.

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Alexia lay awake in her bed, unable to shake the feeling that she needed to check on you. Staring at the ceiling, her mind was racing, through every interaction she'd had with you recently. She couldn't figure out when you'd started acting so... strange. In retrospect, it had definitely gotten worse recently, and she hadn't noticed. The blonde had been busy, dealing with her knee and her contract renewal. Now that she'd taken the time to really look at you, for the first time in weeks, she saw someone who was hurting. All she wanted was to fix it.

"Go check on her, Ale." Olga spoke up from next to her girlfriend. "I can hear you thinking from here, just go so you can see she's fine, come back, and go to sleep.

Alexia considered for a minute, before leaning over to kiss her girlfriends cheek, and sliding out of bed. She was wearing socks, and her footsteps were quiet as she padded down the hall and to the door of the guest bedroom. She was just going to peek in, but when she rested her hand on the knob, she heard quiet snuffling whimpers coming from behind the closed door.

Twisting the knob and stepping into the room, the sounds cut off with a sharp breath. Alexia didn't say anything, not yet. Instead she walked closer to the bed, towards where you were facing away from the doorway, pretending to be asleep in the middle of the bed. Your body was trembling under the covers, so much so that she could see it even in the dark. She took a careful seat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to rest a hand on your arm. As soon as she did so, you broke, curling up into yourself as a heart wrenching sob fought it's way out of you.

Before your sister could say a word, you were twisting to face her and gasping out an apology. "Sorry, Ale, I'm sorry."

Alexia didn't know why you kept apologizing to her, but she desperately wanted you to stop. "Shh, just let it out. It's all okay, nena."

"It's not okay, Alexia, it's not. I can't play. I can't play, not for months. I can't do it, I don't want to do it." Nothing you were saying was really making any sense to your sister, but she was sure she wasn't getting any more out of you while you were still so worked up.

"Just come here, nena," she murmured, opening her arms up for you. For a second, you looked so unsure, so apprehensive, and Alexia felt like crying herself. Then, something inside of you must have given up, and you were launching yourself, as best you could, across the bed and into your sister's arms. Alexia held you close, humming a soft tune as she held you tight against her, like she used to do when you were very small.

For once, you didn't worry about disappointing her, or seeming weak in front of her. You let yourself fall apart completely, your sister's arms wrapped around you feeling like the only thing stopping you from breaking into a million pieces.

"You are strong, pequeña, so strong. You can do this, I know you can. My strong hermanita. You can do anything. I bet you'll be back on the pitch before 4 months is up." Alexia's words only seemed to make you cry harder, so she stopped talking, focusing on rocking minutely back and forth.

What if you weren't strong? You knew you weren't as strong as your sister. What if you were weak? What if you couldn't do it? Alexia said you should be able to come back before 4 months, but what if you didn't? You'd be disappointing everyone, Alexia most of all. The fear of that, of letting her down, felt like it was squeezing all the air out of your lungs, until all you could do was cling to your sister, and wait for it to pass.

It wouldn't pass. The thoughts wouldn't stop ricocheting around your head, your deepest fears and anxieties. Everything you'd been pushing down for weeks was bubbling to the surface until you were a trembling mess in your sister's arms.

"You have to calm down, nena, breathe." Alexia tried to remind you. You could only shake your head frantically, and your sister sighed, her worry increasing. "Okay, let's go call Alba."

Without another word, she held tight to you and stood up off the bed, walking towards her room. You were past caring, at this point, where you had your breakdown. Calling Alba might be a good distraction, you thought. So, you wrapped your arms around your sister's neck, trying to steady yourself.

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Olga had just been considering getting up, and going to check on the pair of you, when she heard her girlfriend's steps returning down the hall. They were slower than normal, and her lips tugged into a smile, knowing exactly what was about to walk through the door.

Her smile fell when Alexia walked in with you in her arms, the miserable sounds you were making filling the silent room. She made eye contact with her girlfriend, feeling her heart sink at how helpless she looked.

Alexia placed you in the middle of the bed, pulling away just slightly so she grab her phone and call your other sister. She hit Alba's contact, absentmindedly rubbing your back as you cried into her. Olga scooted closer, resting her head on Alexia's shoulder, hoping to provide some comfort to her girlfriend, who looked completely distraught at the state you were in.

"Hello?" Alba answered, grumpy at being woken in the middle of the night.

"She's really upset, can you talk to her?" Alexia asked, forgoing a greeting and holding the phone to your ear. Alba sat straight up in bed, her soft voice a stark contrast to the tension and stress flooding her. She began talking, about her day, about her week, about the silly thing she'd seen at the dog park the other day.

Your sister's soothing voice, your other sister's calming patterns rubbed into your back, Olga's nails scratching lightly at your scalp, all probably combined as you began to calm down.

Alba's voice had vanished, and Alexia smiled despite herself, knowing the other girl had probably fallen asleep talking. When your sobs quieted to small whimpers, and your sharp gasps for air turned to the occasional hiccup, Alexia spoke again. You were half asleep, and you felt safe, so safe, so tired. You let Alexia's words wash over you, the final push before you shut your eyes, drifting off on top of her.

"I love you, so much. Always. I'll be with you the whole way, nena. I promise you."

Groggily, you wondered if she meant it. If she really would be with you through this, if she really would still love you when you inevitably failed. Because you were sure you weren't strong enough for this. Despite your certainty, you also knew that you would do everything you could to meet your sister's expectations. The doctors had said 4 months, you'd do it in 3. No matter what it took, no matter how hard it was. If you failed, you'd deal with that later.

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#woso imagine #woso x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #alexia putellas x reader #putellas!reader

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just-a-ghost00 · 2 months

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A short letter from them <3

Warning : this reading could be triggering.

Group 1

Cards - Surrender, Trust, The Universe, Soul work, Ancestors, Reflect, Page of cups, King of cups, 3 of pentacles, 5 of swords, Black Numen, The Hierophant

I see myself in you. It is troubling as much as it is freeing. I don't love myself enough to admit that I love you. I want to be a better person before I can come up to you.I hate that I have to be away from you. There is nothing I want more than to be close to you but duty calls. I have my own karma to resolve, my own issues and challenges to deal with. I understand now that the Universe let us meet for a reason. I realize that you were a lesson for me to learn. That all good things in life ask for dedication and faith. And I was not ready for you. I had dedication but I didn't have faith. Now I see clearly what I have to do. You awakened something in me I didn't know I had. Now I want to do more, live more, feel more. I want to shine brighter than before. I want to be a person you can be proud of. My ultimate goal is to propose to you. There will be a long way ahead before I can even dream of holding your hand again. In the meantime, I will work harder, better, faster, stronger. I'm sure you know that song too. Let us connect through music. When we're apart, I hope the songs we liked to listen to will keep you company and remind you of me, just as they will remind me of you. I'll hold you dear to my heart. Can you please do the same? ♡︎

Reader's insights : My alarm started ringing as I was shuffling your cards. I was hesitating on keeping the Reflect card and that's when the alarm chimed in so I took that as a confimation that yes this person is a reflection of you. The signs of Taurus, Scorpio, Leo and Aquarius could be significant. I get strong Twin flame vibes from this group. For some of you I pick up on cultural differences. A part of the reasons why this person is scared to come forward is because they're afraid of their family's opinion regarding your connection. They think that they wouldn't be too keen on having you in the family because you are from a different background. But your person doesn't care about your differences, in fact it's what drew them in and it's why they love you. They also were amazed at how similar you could be dispite your differences. I'm definitely picking up on long distance relationships. You aren't in contact with them at the moment or the contact is minimal. This person is going through some existential crisis. Meeting you put everything into perspective. You rocked their world.

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

Group 2

Cards - Reflect, Ascension, Withdraw, Play, Power (horizontal), get creative, Wheel of fortune, 7 of wands, 10 of pentacles, ace of swords, 2 of pentacles, 2 of swords

I feel like I constantly have to fight for your attention. You're always busy, always on the go. You always have something to do, something to say to someone that can't wait another day. So many excuses. Do I even matter? Like, do you even care about us? I know you're my soulmate and honestly it frustrates me because I feel like I have to go through so many struggles to just have one happy moment with you, without other people getting their nose in our business. It's always my friend said this, my family did that. What about me? What about what I said or did? What about my feelings? Honestly, do you even want me in your life? Because if you don't I have no problem with that. However I have a problem with you wasting my time and hurting me. I can be pretty open minded I just need people to be honest and mature enough to voice out what's wrong for them. You feel so distant and I don't know what to do anymore with this. To tell you the truth, I'm considering leaving and entertaining other connections because at this point why even bother? When I'm in the mood for more and ready to keep things going you just retreat to your shell and put up a wall between us. At least tell me what's wrong. If I've done something that hurt you I want to own up to it and apologize properly. I can't read your mind.

Reader's insights : I kept being distracted as I shuffled your cards. People might be interfering in this connection to deter you from being with that person if this is a romantic connection. This person thinks that you're seeing someone else and/or playing with them. Before even reading for you and writing what this person wanted to say, I felt a lot of frustration bubbling up in my chest. The cards feel quickly so this person has a lot on their plate. I'm sorry if this reading is triggering to some of you. You can't seem to see eye to eye with this person. There are serious communication issues in this group because I feel like you may be in the same energy as this person. You don't know what they want either, you feel like they keep running away from you. There's a lot of confusion between the two of you as to where this is going and what each other's intentions are. You don't trust one another, it's a battle of egos that seems like it's never ending.

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

Group 3

Cards - 9 of pentacles, The Magician, The Star, Page of cups, Temperance, 8 of pentacles, Speak Truth, Movement, Play, The Magi, The Creator, Versatility

Ever since we parted ways, I feel like my life is finally making sense. I feel better in my shoes, better in my skin. And I honestly think it's better this way. My career took a positive turn. I am more abundant. I feel like I'm in alignment with my destiny. I feel like life is finally smiling to me and I can finally work toward what I always wanted. I think going our separate ways was the best thing that could happen to us. Because I know deep down I would have choked being next to you. Being away from you allows me to express my true self. To explore and figure out who I am. To indulge in pleasures I didn't know existed, to give life to dreams I didn't know I had. I feel like I'm rebirthing. I'm finally in control of my life and my destiny. It took meeting you to realize I was not happy and for that I am grateful. I know this isn't what you would like to hear. But for once in my life I want to stop pleasing people and start pleasing myself. I will now give myself the love I deserve and needed. And I hope you can respect that. I am now moving on and flying on my own. Thank you for the memories.

Reader's insights : I felt quite nervous doing this reading, my body was tense. There were remanent energies from group 2 because I kept thinking of their last song The Negative. You might want to check group 2 if you hesitated between group 3 and group 2. It was like this person hesitated saying the things they said because they thought you'd take it personally and they're aware of the wrongs it would cause. But they had to get it off their chest. The signs of Gemini, Aquarius, Sagittarius may be significant.

#pick a card #pac reading #just-a-ghost #spiritual pac #tarot reading #oracle cards #love pac #Spotify

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icycoldninja · 3 months

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Hello, I have a small request for you and your fantastic writing! Dante and f!reader (they are not a couple but he is crazy about her) walking or doing errands and they pass near a park or rugby training ground and she is amazed by the physique of the players and he gets jealous (since has the same or better than them)

Aww thank you! Please enjoy!

I'm hotter (Dante x Fem!Reader)

You and Dante were simply enjoying a nice summer afternoon, taking a walk through the town, as the latter suggested. While you thought it was just a way for two buddies to enjoy the day, Dante saw this as an opportunity to confess his crush, because let's be honest, the man was down bad.

He'd been crazy about you ever since he met you, and like any dude with a crush, he was way too nervous to walk up and express his feelings, so he decided, why not take you out for a walk, get you in the romantic spirit, and drop the bombshell then? It sounded like a great plan in his head, but once the time came, Dante found himself nearly shaking in his boots.

Thankfully, he'd went through enough pain in his life to be able to disguise his anxiousness, walking alongside you like all was normal, pretending the sweat on his brow was just from the heat. The walk was going well enough, with just one teensy-weensey complication: You guys were nearing your checkpoint, Devil May Cry, and once you reached the building, his time would be up; he would have lost his chance. He needed to do something now or his opportunity would slip away from him--oh, but the nervousness! The fear! How his stomach turned and churned! It was as if finding the courage to speak to you was harder than taking down Mundus.

As you walked, the two of you passed by a rugby training ground that Dante didn't even know existed, where several men were running around, practicing the sport, with their shirts off.

Naturally, a single woman like yourself was inclined to let out a soft gasp of amazement and jog up to the side of the enclosure to watch them play, wide eyes scanning their topless bodies with a shimmer of amazement, as well as something else.

Nothing in his life had ever made Dante so jealous. How dare you?! How dare they?! What did they have that he didn't? Were you really so fascinated by a bunch of grubby dudes' bare, probably very rough skin? PUH-LEASE. He was way hotter than them; he was stronger than them, and faster than them. He could easily beat them in rugby, even though he didn't know the rules of the game. There was absolutely no reason for you to be so astounded by their "amazing physique".

In the heat of his jealous rage, Dante decided to do the unthinkable. Well, it could only be considered unthinkable in this particular moment because he was nervous while being next to you. If he was in his right mind, the actions he took wouldn't seem ridiculous at all. Sucking in a short breath and letting it out in a heated "humph", Dante began stripping himself shirtless right in broad daylight.

You didn't notice what he was doing, as you were glued to the action taking place within the training grounds, but once the rugby players stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at you, (or rather, what was behind you) you felt your face heat up, and turned to look at Dante, letting out a sharp scream afterwards.

"Dante! What the hell?!" You yelled, clasping your hands to your mouth.

"What?" Dante responded, shrugging. "Just showing you."

"Showing me what?!" You cried in pure embarrassment, grabbing him by the shoulders and sliding him far, far away from the very confused athletes.

"Just wanted to show you I'm hotter," Dante replied nonchalantly, surprised at how he said such a thing so casually. He immediately shut his mouth as you stopped trying to move him, wondering if maybe he shouldn't have said that.

"Wait...what?" You repeated, confused. "You...why would you....you have something to prove?" Dante wasn't sure how to reply to that, so he offered a weak "ehh" and went silent.

"Why do you feel like you have to prove anything?" You asked, feeling all traces of shame and anger evaporate.

"Cause I'm pretty damn sure I love you." Dante replied, once again shocked about his ability to admit these things so easily.

"You do?" You repeated, mind reeling from the sudden revelation. "Seriously? No joke?"

"No joke," Dante responded firmly, nodding in assurance. "I have a major crush on you."

And that's how the two of you got together--if you hadn't passed that group of shirtless rugby players, Dante would have never grown the balls to admit it.

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trailblazey · 7 months

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elias!

while his childhood friends are off trying to see who can save the spiral harder, better, faster, stronger than the other, elias has a significantly more laidback time at ravenwood following monstrologist burke around researching the different creatures of the spiral. he never takes anything too seriously, much to the dismay of professor cyrus drake, who's never been able to get under elias's skin no matter how hard he might try. if anything, elias tends to get under cyrus's skin, often playing pranks and practical jokes on his professor to entertain his classmates and make them feel more at ease in class. the peoples princess and everyone's favorite upperclassman! following his friends' employment to the arcanum, elias was offered to come be an assistant myth scholar of sorts, but has his own specialty in monstrology. he doesn't have his own office in the panopticon, no, but has a small dedicated space ... somewhere, where he would be more than happy to either show you the ropes of monstrology or just give you a crash course on the different fauna of the spiral.

elias is a fraternal triplet, with two sisters: navi and shanna. the three siblings were always close growing up, always getting in trouble for getting into places they shouldn't be, or getting lost in the vast mirage desert but not caring because they always had eachother. thank god for the teleportation they were able to master after getting lost for the dozenth time. unfortunately, at ravenwood, navi wasn't able to garner the same confidence and carefree-ness as her brother in the myth class, and was recruited by the cabal when she was noted to be vulnerable and also have an indirect connection to the spiral's infamous saviors. navi's affiliation with the organization was a hinderance to elias's recruitment to the arcanum, but now just remains a trivial, side-eye-able-at-times truth.

#elias #my wizards #wizard101 #w101 #my art #original character #art #digital art #artists on tumblr

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anto-pops · 2 years

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Homecoming - Ominis Gaunt x Female!Reader

Summary: The carriage ride home was a test of sheer willpower. Your hands were demanding; pulling at the lapels of his coat and tugging his shirt from the waistband of his trousers to expose creamy, smooth skin. His hiss of pleasure when your chilled hands roved over his stomach sent a bolt of pure lust straight to your core, and you damn near straddled him right then and there.

Alternatively summarized as you and Ominis making up for lost time.

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit content

Full fic can be found here on Ao3

All work and no play made you a frustrated and insufferable bitch.

It wasn’t your fault though– nor was it Ominis’, really. It was easier for you to blame the Ministry for sending him away in the first place– on stupid assignments as far as fucking Romania, of all places. You’d received maybe two owls from him in the entire three weeks he’d been gone, and his lack of communication had set your teeth on edge for the last ten days.

Again, it wasn’t his fault. Work was work, and you already knew Ominis loathed the Ministry assigned dictation quill they made him take with him, so you couldn’t particularly blame him for failing to send word more frequently. At the end of the day, you simply missed him. Longer trips away from home had become commonplace in the last few months, and every new assignment brought stronger cravings for him in his absence. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that, right?

Wrong. Well, half wrong.

You grew fonder of Ominis every day– even after five years together, you were surprised to still be learning new things about him. Specific things that were prone to work you into a tizzy if you thought about them for too long. Like the infatuation he seemed to have with your hair, and how he would run his fingers through it before yanking deliciously to the side. Or his affinity for visiting every region of your body with his mouth before his cock even came into play. Not to mention the absolutely filthy way he would moan your name; the word always sounded like a prayer falling from his lips before his bruising grip would pull you on to his cock harder and faster, fucking you through your climax as he chased his own with a mind-numbing pace that would leave you drooling and begging for more.

Of course you grew fonder of him. But the distance could fuck right off– and you were prepared to tell him as much as you waited for his train to pull into the station. Twenty long days were finally coming to an end.

It took the better part of a half-hour for the steaming pile of metal to dock and another fifteen minutes for people to begin unloading from the cabins. You anxiously scanned the crowd until you spotted a familiar coif of blonde hair emerge near the back, and then you were expertly weaving and ducking through the clusters of bodies to get to him.

“Ominis!” you called out, and the way his entire face lit up at the sound of your voice made your heart soar.

He was rather lucky he didn’t end up back inside the train as you threw your arms around his neck. Your hug was roughly the equivalent of a chokeslam, your shoulder digging into his throat as you pulled him against you with a strength that put a Troll’s to shame. His chuckle of amusement tickled your ear, and you shamelessly inhaled his scent, having gone far too long without it.

“I take it I was missed,” he mused, letting his wand bearing hand slide up the nape of your neck to angle your lips to his as he kissed you hungrily. The contented noises that escaped your mouth made his chest lurch with affection, and he was made aware of just how much you’d missed him when you angled your hips to press against his groin. He stifled a groan, digging his fingers into your waist as you bit and sucked at his bottom lip.

When you pulled away to look at him, you practically growled your confirmation. “You have no idea. If the Ministry asks you to go on any more trips I’m sending a Niffler in your place.”

Ominis couldn’t contain his laughter as you pulled him against you once more, stealing a few more toe curling kisses before he was nudging you away from the platform. Your intentions were clear enough, but he would sooner lay across the tracks than give anyone the pleasure of observing you so wound up. That was a gift reserved for him and him alone.

The carriage ride home was a test of sheer willpower. Your hands were demanding; pulling at the lapels of his coat and tugging his shirt from the waistband of his trousers to expose creamy, smooth skin. His hiss of pleasure when your chilled hands roved over his stomach sent a bolt of pure lust straight to your core, and you damn near straddled him right then and there.

It was far from a one-sided affair– Ominis was just as greedy– if not more so. His hands were trailing up the seductive curve of your waist as he leaned over you to kiss you, that broad tongue delving deep to tangle with your own, swallowing every little mewl and moan he elicited from you. At one point, he took your hand and placed it on his lap, urging you to feel the effect you had on him. His cock strained painfully against his trousers, and your mouth watered when it twitched in response to the tentative squeeze you gave him.

“Damn– I missed your hands on me,” his lyrical voice cast a shiver down your spine. It was hushed and gravelly, the pure desire in his tone making you press your knees together in unbearable anticipation.

Ominis abandoned your mouth to press wet, hot kisses to your jaw, tilting the column of your neck back with the force of his lips. When you felt his teeth bite down against your pulse, your heart stuttered in your chest, and he heard and felt you gasp with pleasure. Ominis smirked against the wet skin, sliding his hand from your hip up beneath your ruffled blouse, scratching as he went to squeeze your breasts. The pad of his thumb toyed with your nipple for far too long, making you squirm and pant in his hold in search of more.

Fuck– you didn’t even think climbing inside his skin could begin to satiate you.

When the carriage finally lurched to a stop outside your shared home, you barely had time to tug your shirt down before the driver was opening the door for you both. If he could tell what the two of you had been up to moments before, he didn’t show it, simply moving aside so you could step out.

You let Ominis deal with paying the man as you rushed to the door, eager to be inside the privacy and comfort of the cottage. You took the liberty of summoning Ominis’ bags into the living room so he wouldn’t have to, and with a quick spark from your wand the fireplace was roaring to life, casting the space in an ambient glow.

Heavy steps in the entryway drew your attention then, and your knees buckled at the sight of Ominis slamming the front door and stalking towards you like a wolf on the prowl. His knuckles were blanched white around his wand as he maneuvered around the familiar layout, and when his free hand found your shoulder, he languidly scooped you up and rammed your back into the wall as he claimed your lips in a desperate kiss.

You were an absolute mess as you sighed against his open mouth, kissing him back with just as much fervor. Oh, how you’d missed this. You let your fingers wind their way into his soft, blonde hair as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Pinned between Ominis and the wall, the feeling of his hard cock rubbing against your slick through your skirt had you grinding back for more.

“Missed you–” you started to say before he cut you off with a chaste kiss, then he was burying his face in your neck, those sharp teeth of his biting and sucking any part of you he could get his lips on. You moaned, “I missed you so much Ominis. I h-hate it when you leave– fuck–”

“Me too,” he groaned and punctuated the statement with a dizzying roll of his hips. “Merlin, I missed you too. I want you so bad—“

Your nails dug into the small of his back as you clawed at him, the ardent need to feel more of him against you as strong as the need to breathe, and Ominis obliged as he tightened his arms around you and kissed you once more. It was long and passionate and everything you had been dreaming about since he’d left those three agonizing weeks ago. Before you could properly appreciate the unique scent of him, he was breaking away and dropping right to his knees to slip slender fingers beneath your waistband.

You watched as Ominis slowly tugged the fabric down, past your hip bones and over the shapely curve of your ass, before it dropped unceremoniously around your ankles. His milky blue eyes widened when his hands ghosted over where your underwear would have been… had you been wearing any.

His mouth fell open at the realization, brows slamming down into a serious expression as he moaned, “Fucking hell–”

There was no helping your smug grin at how incredibly turned on he sounded, but it lasted only a second before he was gripping your waist and hauling your soaked cunt to his mouth, and then you were throwing your head back against the wall with a string of cries that only served to spur him on.

Ominis made it his mission to make you melt under his attention. His nose nestled against the bundle of nerves at your center, dragging a sultry moan from your throat as his hands nudged your knee over his shoulder and forced more of you on his tongue. He couldn’t get enough of you— the phantom taste of you on his lips had haunted him for his entire stay in Romania, making work a fucking impossibility. Knowing you had been as eager as he was, to the point where you’d completely forgone your undergarments on the off chance he would fuck you— it was enough to have him caving to his baser urges in a heartbeat.

As he lapped at your juices, Ominis brought one of his hands down to his cock, palming himself shamelessly through the material as he ate you out, and the sight was nothing short of sinful as far as you were concerned. When his tongue came to probe at your entrance, you couldn’t help but buck your hips against his face as you gasped sharply.

“F-Fuck, Ominis—”

It felt fantastic— so much better than your own fingers, which had failed to get you off a frustrating amount of times in the time he’d been gone. Ominis’ ability to focus on all of you with his heightened senses was otherworldly. You had convinced yourself a long time ago that he had more sexual prowess in his left pinky than anyone else on the planet.

The thought solidified tenfold when he wiggled his tongue deeper inside you, those full lashes fluttering open to gaze lovingly in the direction of your voice.

Your nails scraped along his scalp in a feeble attempt to feel more of him as an immodest moan tumbled from your throat, and the hand he still had braced against your ass tightened in response. Ominis ravished you, pulling curses and pleas from your swollen lips as the fire in your gut began to spread lower, the coiling heat driving you to rut back against his mouth as hard as your trembling legs allowed.

“Fuck, Ominis– please, I’m so close–”

Ominis drew in a long breath as he held you fast to his rapidly moving tongue. The weight of your cunt pressed against his lips was making him lose any semblance of control over himself, the blood pulsing through his cock bordering on painful and demanding to be addressed. His desperation to take you on the bed had to be fucking palpable, and as you finally tightened around his tongue and your release cascaded over you, he barely waited a full minute before he was pulling away to pick you up again.

“You’re incredible,” you felt him mutter the words into the crook of your clammy neck, and all you could bring yourself to do in response was whimper. “You’re going to listen good for me, hm? Going to let me fuck you until you’re crying my name and begging for more? That’s what you want, right?”

You were still caught up in the euphoria of your orgasm– the small twitches emanating from your body were his only indication that you were still alive.

Laughing against your shoulder, you felt Ominis move off the wall with you still boneless in his grasp as he made his way to the far corner of the cottage. “Of course you’ll be good, just listening to you I can tell. You didn’t even try to stop yourself from riding my face– so needy.”

That teasing tone in his voice was enough to bring you back to the present moment. You didn’t even know if his wand was still in his hand, but it didn’t matter either way; he knew every inch of your shared home almost as well as he knew your own body, and he expertly maneuvered you to the edge of the mattress before throwing you down on the plush surface.

Any sounds you made were immediately swallowed up by Ominis’ lips on yours again. Your noses and teeth knocked together as you drank in the lingering taste of yourself on his mouth, and when you raised your knee to arch closer to him, he boldly ground his cock against your leg, and your brain officially ceased to function.

Glorious as the moment was, it was rudely interrupted by the fabric of your blouse beneath his fingers, and he really didn’t have the patience for any hindrances any longer. With an animalistic snarl Ominis was yanking the center seam apart, the buttons flying off in every direction and pelting the floor softly. Your gasp of shock overshadowed the noise– a brilliant red flush swept over your torso, trailing Ominis’ hands as he cupped your breasts and kneaded the skin beneath his fingers.

“I thought about you every second these last few weeks,” Ominis started to say, trailing one burning hand down against your folds in a way that left your head spinning, before he was silently slipping a crooked finger into your slick heat. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your chest hitching as Ominis’ other hand came to gently curl around your neck. He applied a gratifying amount of pressure on the sides of your windpipe, pulling a choked wheeze from your parted lips. “I thought about how I would take my time when I got home– mapping your parts again like I did the first time. But to be quite honest with you, I can’t bear another second without you around my cock. I think I’ll skip any more pleasantries for tonight, what do you say?”

His thumb came to rub at the renewed slick coating your sensitive clit, and your head kicked back against the pillows with a wanton moan.

“Please–” you choked out through clenched teeth– the spots that danced in the corners of your eyes were so blissfully titillating, you never wanted Ominis to remove his weight from your throat. All you cared about was his cock– how it would finally feel buried in you to the hilt, hitting that sweet spot that you knew would reduce you to a pile of limp mush.

“Please what?” Ominis’ voice sounded foreign, even to him. His blatant lust for you diluted his words, and his grip on your throat tightened just enough to leave you clenching your knees around the hand he had buried in your aching cunt.

One of your hands shot up to grip his slender wrist as the other fisted in the blankets, and you wanted to cry– your need for him was so intense– you would agree you were a damned Hippogriff if it meant he would give you what you wanted, what you knew he wanted as well. “Please fuck me, Ominis. I can’t take it anymore– I want your cock, I missed your cock– please–”

Your airy voice was his final straw. He relaxed his grip on your throat, and the greedy breath you drew into your lungs was effectively stolen as Ominis leaned down to claim your lips in a hungry kiss. His trousers were irritatingly tight, but he couldn’t be bothered to waste any time on painstakingly removing them, so he slid his finger from your wet heat to hastily undo his belt. Arousal clouded his mind, and the first few attempts at removing the leather strap failed with a string of curses on his lips.

In an impatient attempt to move things along, your fingers drifted up to help Ominis take off the belt, but the immediate and positively indignant furrow of his brows quickly conveyed exactly what a bad idea that was.

Not quick enough, though. The hand on your throat flew to both your wrists in a flash, and then he was throwing your arms over your head with that hidden strength you knew always lurked beneath the surface. “Keep your hands to yourself, darling,” he purred the demand against your lips, and the sound of his belt finally falling from his waist was like music to your ears. “Or do you need help? Do I need to physically restrain you to keep you from doing the simple things I ask of you?”

Part of you leapt at the idea– to be completely at Ominis’ mercy, hands restrained while he used you for his own pleasure– your own protests and requests forgotten. But a larger part of you wanted to feel him now. It had been three fucking weeks. If he wasted another second teasing you with his fingers or his hands– or even his Merlin be damned belt, you were going to combust. So you shook your head and whimpered out a meek, “No, please– just fuck me already Ominis– I’m sorry– please, I need you.”

You heard his belt clatter against the floor somewhere far away, your mind suddenly flooded with the taste, the smell– the ripe, undeniable feeling of Ominis all around you. He had shoved his trousers down around his hips, allowing his cock to spring free from its clothed prison. It stood arched and proud against his narrow waist, the swollen head peeking through his foreskin, and your mouth watered promisingly at the sight.

He adjusted his hold on your wrists; snug and secure. When he finally nudged his head against your entrance, your nails dug into your palms with the effort it took to not grab his hips and pull him into you all at once. A keening sound came from somewhere in your chest as he pushed in more, instantly thrilled to be feeling him inside of you after so long. Those hazy blue irises followed the sound of your stifled gasp as he worked his cock into your overwhelmingly wet heat, taking it all in as he committed your raspy moans of his name to memory.

Ominis gave a shuddering groan, leaning back to brace himself on his arms once he was fully seated inside of you. His length was considerable– the fact that you could actually take all of him was a bonafide miracle, and the way he felt pressing against your walls was an absolute and utter God-send.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned from above you. His face betrayed every thought racing through his mind. The brief moment he waited before pulling his hips back was more for him than it was for you– he was overcome with the sheer sensation of you encasing him. When he finally did move, however, both of you were sighing in earnest at the euphoric sensation it brought you. “Fuck, you feel incredible, love.”

One of your favorite parts about laying with Ominis was watching him. He was always so expressive, making it relatively easy for you to cater to his desires when it was you working to pleasure him. But when the roles were reversed like this, you enjoyed watching the ecstasy you brought him wash over his lithe body. His eyes narrowed in concentration with each slow thrust of his hips, and the way he was grinding against you while fully sheathed in your cunt made your eyes cross. The hands he had previously manhandled you with were now tracing every ridge of your body– featherlight and testing at first– but then his blunt nails dragged over your pert nipples and pulled a guttural whine from your throat. That muscle in his jaw ticked at the sound, and before you knew it, Ominis was mercifully picking up his pace.

Your name tumbled from his lips as he came to dig his fingers into the skin of your waist, angling your hips up just enough so that when he pulled back and plunged back in, the head of his cock reached far deeper than anything he’d offered you before.

“Fuck!” You screamed and flexed your fingers in Ominis’ grip. “Oh my– Merlin, that’s fucking– Ominis–”

Nothing coherent was coming out of your mouth, but Ominis didn’t seem to mind as he swiftly slammed his cock into your pulsing core again. No, if anything he loved hearing you reduced to a mewling, unintelligible pile of limbs. It riled him up more– leaving him desperate to fuck more disjointed words and phrases from your wicked lips. Your magnetic aura always drew him in, that ancient magic of yours acting as a beacon whenever he was apart from you. Joined together like this– fucking the composure straight out of you– it brought that gravitational pull to new heights, and his hand tenderly felt its way to your cheek.

Ominis’ thumb swiped through a few tears that had slipped out the corners of your eyes, and you turned your misty gaze towards him, willing your muddled brain to focus on his face through each rough thrust of his hips.

“Are you alright?” he asked, the concern in his voice apparent, but he didn’t cease his ministrations– thank Merlin.

“Y-Yeah, f-fuck– feels so good, Ominis, you’re amazing– I missed you, I missed you so much.” Your reassurances had an affectionate warmth spreading in his chest, and when he leaned forward to capture your lips once again, he damn near passed out as your walls clenched around him.

With a growl, Ominis released your wrists and was sitting back on his heels to grab at your calves. You had the good sense to lift your legs in assistance, and as soon he had you in his burning grasp, he was folding your knees up to your shoulders. A sharp cry ripped from your throat as his cock plunged back in, followed by a string of sinful moans as you were left to feel every deep, delightful brush of his shaft against your cervix.

Ominis set a brutal pace, shifting his own legs apart to pound his cock right into where he knew your sweet spot was, taking advantage of the fantastic angle your raised legs offered. Your cries grew louder, needier, and before you knew it you were ripping the pillow out from beneath your head to sprawl freely across the bed and arch towards him with as much give as you were allowed. Ominis felt you contorting beneath him and whispered filthy praises in your ear, his lust-dark eyes driving you mad as he squeezed your legs and told you how good you were being, how pretty you sounded, and how nicely you were taking his cock.

Before long you could feel the telltale coiling in your gut returning, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Ominis wasn’t far behind– he honestly could have come hands free earlier just from having you half-sat on his face– but this new angle allowed him to brutally slam his pelvis against your ass, and the sound of skin slapping against wet skin threatened to send him over the edge.

He bent down, pushing your legs back farther as he kissed any coherent thoughts from your mind and slammed his cock into you. “C’mon love, watch me– watch my cock drag those pretty cries from you– let me hear you.”

Following his request was harder than you imagined– you were fucking boneless. Your head struggled to cooperate as you lifted your neck, but Merlin, was it worth it. Ominis’ pale cock glistened with your slick, the firelight casting a brilliant glow over his sweaty, porcelain skin. The supple muscles in his shoulders flexed beneath his shirt with the effort he exerted to keep you bent precariously in half, and his kiss swollen lips parted around a keening groan as he ground his balls against your ass.

“Fuck, Ominis, s-so fucking good– a-ah–” His thrusts grew in intensity, and you wanted to complain when he released one of your legs and let it fall limply to the side, but that was before the now free appendage found your sensitive clit and pressed hard, tempting circles against it. Your head flew back in ecstacy, unintelligible pleas falling from your lips left and right– and you were almost certain you were drooling all over yourself, but you couldn’t begin to give a shit about it with Ominis pounding you and rubbing your clit and wearing that unbelievably seductive expression like some sort of convoluted sex-demon.

Fuck– the mere sight of him ramming into you, desperate to have you falling apart on his cock, was everything you’d ever need.

“I’m gonna come, fuck– Ominis I’m close, please let me come, please.”

“Come, darling. You can come.” Ominis buried his face in your neck as he let out a positively erotic whine, your begging causing his mind to completely empty, and when your walls seemed to constrict and suck him in further, he nearly lost it then and there. “That’s it– come on my cock, let me hear you– come for me, love–”

You cut him off with a desperate cry of his name, arching your back so it was flush with his chest as your nails flew to his shoulders. They dug into the material of his shirt in a last ditch attempt to pull him closer to you as you fell apart around his cock. Ominis moaned, the sound long and low as his fingers tangled in your messy hair and pulled, the sting making you buck involuntarily against him– and if he didn’t come now he was positive he would drop dead on top of you.

Ominis pumped harder, his own rattling moans growing in volume as he chased his orgasm. His pace was fast and rough as he slipped his arm under your waist and held you fast to him– those slender fingers digging into your body with bruising strength that left you clenching around him, and his hips began to falter as his own release coursed over him like a deadly tidal wave. You felt him shoot his load deep inside of you, and you whimpered at the sensation– your legs shook wildly on either side of him as he slowly rocked against you, milking every last drop from his twitching cock.

It took a while for the two of you to catch your breath and come down, both of you salty with sweat and so beyond content with it. Ominis was absurdly careful as he pulled out of you, and you shivered as you felt his hands drift over your naked body, pressing and soothing with gentle touches and chaste kisses. You watched through hooded eyes as he backed up further, then leaned down to press a delicate kiss to your overstimulated clit. Your breath caught in your throat, and you couldn’t help the small jolt your body gave at the unexpected touch.

“All mine,” you heard him mutter from down near your nether region. Despite the raunchy activities you’d just partaken in, you flushed a brilliant red at his tone. It was predatory– almost feline, and you felt his hands grip the soft skin of your inner thighs before his long finger was pressing against your leaking hole. The digit pushed his milky semen further inside of you, and you gasped. “And this is yours– a keepsake, for waiting so patiently for my return.”

If you weren’t so drained, you would have jumped up from your spot and flipped him over to go again, his lewd acts of reverence making you dizzy with want.

But alas– you were exhausted. Ominis looked fatigued too, his full day of travel finally beginning to catch up with him now that he’d gone and emptied three weeks worth of cum inside of you. You watched as he traced the delectable outline of your hip bones with his hands before he slid off the bed to lazily tug his shirt over his head, and then he was quickly shedding his trousers. He tucked his softening cock away in his briefs as he maneuvered his way back to the bed, feeling for you instantly.

You let his lithe arms tug you against his bare chest, burying your head in the crook of his neck and intertwining your legs with his so that all the softer parts of you were flush with the harder parts of him.

It was easy– exactly the kind of simple life Ominis had always craved. As loathsome as it was to perform the bulk of the Ministry’s leg work overseas, coming home to you each time made every second worth it. His head craned sideways to place a tender kiss on top of your head, your hair tickling his nose. “I love you,” he murmured affectionately, his eyes drifting shut.

“I love you more,” you countered easily. It drew a breathy chuckle from Ominis, and you felt his broad hand spread across the small of your back as he held you tight.

The two of you fell asleep like that; cocooned in the familiar safety of each other’s arms, sweet nothings drifting from your lips until Ominis’ steady breathing lulled you into pleasant dreams of your own. The last thing you found yourself thinking about as sleep overtook you was how you would absolutely be sending a Niffler in his stead the next time the Ministry came calling. They could pry him from your cold, ancient magic wielding hands.

For the first time in three weeks, you and Ominis slept soundly and uninterrupted.

#ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt smut #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt oneshot #hogwarts legacy fanfic #my writing #ominis gaunt x female!reader #why do i do this to myself

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agirlnamedelia · 1 month

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Competitive Spirit || Tobio Kageyama

The echo of volleyballs hitting the gym floor filled the air as your team faced off against Karasuno in a practice match. You were fully focused, reading the court and setting up plays with precision. As a setter, your quick thinking and adaptability were your strongest assets, and you weren’t about to let Karasuno forget that.

Across the net, Kageyama’s sharp eyes were on you. He watched as you anticipated each move, setting the ball perfectly for your spikers. Every play was a battle, and you were proving to be a formidable opponent.

The match ended with a narrow victory for Karasuno, but as your team gathered to cool down, Kageyama approached you, his expression serious. “Hey.”

You looked up, meeting his intense gaze. “What is it?”

“I want to practice with you,” he said bluntly.

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. “With me? Why?”

“You’re good,” he replied simply. “I want to see how you set up your plays, how you think on the court. It’ll help me improve.”

His straightforwardness caught you off guard, but you couldn’t deny the challenge was intriguing. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

Later that evening, the two of you found an empty gym, the lights casting long shadows across the court. You started with some basic drills, but it quickly escalated into a full-on battle of skills. Kageyama’s sets were fast and powerful, but you matched him with your own speed and precision.

“Again,” Kageyama demanded after you successfully returned one of his difficult sets.

You smirked, wiping sweat from your brow. “You’re not going easy on me, huh?”

“Why would I?” he shot back, setting the ball once more. “You wouldn’t want that.”

He was right. You didn’t want it easy. That’s what made this practice so exhilarating. With every exchange, you felt yourself pushing harder, thinking faster, determined to meet his intensity.

As the session continued, the atmosphere shifted. It wasn’t just about practice anymore; it was a test of wills. You could see the admiration growing in Kageyama’s eyes as he realized you weren’t just a talented setter—you were a fierce competitor, just like him.

“Why do you play?” Kageyama suddenly asked after you spiked the ball over the net.

You paused, surprised by the question. “Why do you?”

“Because I want to be the best,” he answered without hesitation.

You nodded, understanding his drive. “Same here. But it’s not just about winning. It’s about improving, about being better than I was yesterday.”

Kageyama stared at you, his expression unreadable. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Of course,” you replied, shrugging. “What’s the point if you’re not giving it everything?”

There was a brief silence before Kageyama spoke again, his voice quieter. “I respect that. You’re different from the others.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words. “You’re not so bad yourself, Kageyama. It’s been a while since someone pushed me this hard.”

He didn’t respond immediately, just studied you with those piercing eyes of his. Finally, he said, “I like it. Practicing with you.”

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden admission. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “You make me want to get better. Stronger. You’re...different.”

Something in his tone made your chest tighten. “Kageyama, are you...?”

Before you could finish, he stepped closer, his voice low but firm. “I like you.”

The confession hung in the air, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. The intensity of his gaze made it clear this wasn’t just about respect or admiration anymore.

“Kageyama...” you began, but he cut you off.

“I know it’s sudden,” he said, his usual confidence wavering slightly. “But I’ve never met anyone like you. I can’t stop thinking about it, about you.”

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words. “I...I like you too,” you admitted, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He blinked, as if surprised by your response. “You do?”

“Yeah, I do,” you said, your smile growing. “I guess I’ve been drawn to you too, without even realizing it.”

Kageyama’s expression softened, a rare smile breaking through his usual serious demeanor. “Then...what do we do now?”

You chuckled, the tension easing. “We keep practicing, keep pushing each other. And maybe...see where this goes?”

He nodded, his smile still in place. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

As the two of you walked off the court together, the rivalry that had once defined your relationship had transformed into something more—something deeper. And while the future was uncertain, one thing was clear: you were in this together, both on and off the court.

#kageyama x reader #haikyu fluff #haikyuu #kageyama tobio #tobio kageyama x reader #haikyuu x reader

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iwonderwh0 · 1 year

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RK900: You don't mind if I put on some music?

Connor: No, of course not.

RK900: Okay then

*Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk starts playing*

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh rk900 #dbh incorrect quotes #Connor: ⭕

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howlsofbloodhounds · 4 days

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I need to start screenshotting posts i like but anyways

There was one where color tried to get nightmare to learn what mortals need, that at first they didnt have a kitchen so they had to eat while they were out terrorising people.

Just stuff like that, n just generally being bad. Ripping the heart out of a childs chest infront of their mother, forcing someone to eat their pet etc.

Like nightmare is horrible yk

And yk how some people say he does that because of trauma, he doesn't know better and allat.

Okay so take ALL THAT, and let them learn nightmare can love, he has loved, he had a spouse and a friend group, he knows what mortals need, he knows what to do when they are sick he has taken care of his sick spouse before etc.

Basically im just thinking about their reaction when learning nightmare knows their needs, has felt love before etc. But he does it because he can, and it makes him happy (dude is def a sadist after them 999 apples ykyk)

Like obviously its also a fear of being vulnerable and stuff and needing to be the one in power because not being that scares him because villagers decided to hate on a 6 year old, but also he can just be cruel and sadistic 🤷‍♀️

I also feel it’s important to realize that there are those who don’t feel love, or describe themselves as loveless, and has never or would never do half of anything that nightmare has done.

but ultimately, i feel the ones who’d have an issue with it morally off the top of my head are swap, dream, color, delta, cross, epic. possibly many more but that’s my first thoughts.

killer definitely wouldn’t care about it. It’s the least of his concerns. hes too busy surviving nightmare to care about if the man is capable of love or not. he’d only care about it in Stage 2 if it means he could manipulate those emotions in his favor.

i have no doubt that the fawn response is something deeply ingrained in killer—whatever hes had to do to either survive, avoid inconvenience (stage 2) and pain (stage 1), or just whatever will get it over quicker or will make nightmare/chara leave him alone faster.

;would be interesting to explore how killers trauma responses would play out in the context of his dissociative disorder/stages. Especially in the context of one sided killermare where killer has to play his new role as nightmares lover. at most he’ll find small, easily deniable ways to inconvenience, annoy, anger, or upset nightmare. just because he can.

Murder and Horror, i find a little harder to say mostly because neither are exactly free from “sin” themselves so to speak, but they also arent killer; who has lived in this type of environment for years. killer does not have things like shame, anger, embarrassment, guilt, pride, morals, things like that—hindering him, he will do whatever he thinks he must. any emotions like that are greatly suppressed and dissociated—even in stages such as stage 1 where they’re very intense.

i can see this actually being something killer struggles to actually unpack and allow himself to feel in therapy—any anger or hatred towards nightmare or chara. i can see a lot of emotional outbursts from stages 1 and 3.

this is because killer has learned that emotions are dangerous, and wouldn’t get him anywhere. murder’s entire thing is fighting back in an endless loop against his human, and horror refused to be sacrificed to help his AU, fought back, and then went even further by destroying the core, lobotomzing alphys, and then leading Snowdin into eating humans seemingly just to spite Undyne.

I doubt they’d care at all if nightmare is capable of love or care or not, they’d probably not like him regardless. and whereas killer is unable to even really hate nightmare due to the danger surrounding such emotions (especially in stage 2, although im sure he’s very capable of despising nightmare in stage 3), horror and murder definitely could hate nightmare. which would mean their negative emotions are directly making nightmare stronger lmao.

{ @brokenramunebottle }

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misseviehyde · 1 year

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WERE AMULET

Lucy had come to love the power of being a were-bitch. She loved to become her cruel, dominant, alter-ego, Lucinda under the light of the moon and indulge every twisted pleasure.

She'd never believed in magic until the day she'd found the moon amulet in a second hand jewellery store and felt herself drawn to it's power. She was a good person, but dark whispers had immediately tempted her as she'd held it and her nipples got hard at the whispered promises of power in her mind.

Lucy was a good girl - a university graduate who worked as a fundraiser for a charity. She had a stable relationship with a loving boyfriend and was loved by her friends and family... but that didn't stop her dark side being so damn delicious.

When she wore the medallion and bathed in moonlight it's power activated and she was reborn as a powerful bad bitch.

As the moon bathed her body the medallion would glow and Lucy would feel the delicious pleasure of it's corrupting power flowing into her. It burned away her morals and transformed her body to make her the perfect bitch.

She would tear her glasses off her face and moan as her tiny tits begun to swell and she grew taller and more toned. Wicked nails would shoot from her fingertips as her hair formed into a bitchy pony-tail and turned blonde her lips curving into a wicked grin.

"Yesssss make me into a fucking BITCH," she hissed in delight as bones shifted and muscle spread across her perfect tanned body.

Lucy's plain features would become full and gorgeous - wicked and cruel with a blatant ravenous sexuality and desire to dominate others. Her submissive sexuality would switch to dominant as her desire to manipulate and control other people made her new tighter pussy throb with anticipation. No... not people... sluts. Lucy had a hunger now for pussy, for cute little subs like she used to be. She wanted girls...

She'd groan as her preppy clothing transformed to black latex - wicked stilleto boots pushing her up as black gloves encased her hands and she wiggled her perfect ass in it's new latex prison. No one would recognise her now.

Lucinda was ready to dominate.

It felt SO fucking good to stride out into the night... her heart beating with the thrill of the power she now possessed. Lucinda was stronger than a normal human - faster and better in every way. She healed faster, moved faster and even thought faster. She was superior.

Even when Lucy returned to normal, some of Lucinda's power now clung to her. The former submissive girl had found a new surge of confidence and a realisation that she was far stronger than she used to be, easily overpowering her boyfriend one day as they tousled on the bed playfully - before remembering to pretend she was still weaker than him.

But as Lucinda the power was even more pronounced. Lucinda had experimented with a steel bar, finding she could now easily bend it in two and hurl it with enough force to crack concrete. She was superhuman and it felt so good. The transformation would last until sunrise. Plenty of time to have fun.

Lucinda's idea of fun was to find some hot little slut to play with. She would prowl the clubs and bars of the city at night until she found some cute little bitch who was drawn to her power. Then they would fuck.

As she rode her moaning pets face either at their home or in a hotel, her perfect pussy squirting juices as she rode them, she would scream in ecstasy as she cummed harder than ever before.

Some sluts liked to be pegged. Others fucked with a strap on. Still others just wanted to kiss her feet and call her Goddess. It all felt so good.

She loved being their Mistress. She loved the power of being Lucinda. Then the next day she would go back to her vanilla life as Lucy and no one would know.

She thought it would never end - but in truth it was only a matter of time before her worlds finally collided...

It came in the form of her best-friend Bella. She had been having difficulties with her asshole boyfriend Roy and Lucy had been her sympathetic ear. She felt helpless as Lucy, but perhaps as Lucinda she could do something?

That night whilst on the prowl, Lucinda had tracked her friend down and seen Bella and Roy arguing in an alleyway. Then he had slapped her.

She'd moved without thinking. Roy's helpless expression had been so sweet as she tossed him through the air as if he weighed nothing. The satisfying crunch of his body against the wall as he slumped down unconscious had been perfect.

"Oh my God, who are you?" whimpered Bella. Lucinda could taste her fear and arousal. Bella was immediately smitten with her.

"You can call me Goddess," purred Lucinda. "And from now on you're my girl and under my protection."

That night Bella had screamed her worship and obedience as Lucinda ate her out then made her new pet worship her pussy in return. Bella's loyalty was immediate and fanatical. Lucinda unlocked something in her that night. Bella was now a zealous obedient servant of her saviour and willing to do anything to please.

Night after night, dressed in a full latex gimp suit and muffled with a red ball-gag - Bella would moan as Lucinda fucked her and she gave herself to her Goddess.

Lucinda loved how it felt to be the Mistress, to make Bella her little obedient slut. It felt so good. She didn't care if Lucy was worried about her friend. Bella was hers now.

Lucy began to find it disorientating and difficult to separate her identities now Bella was a regular feature of Lucinda's life. Bella had also changed. She was now clearly obssessed with Lucinda. She got Lucinda's name tattooed onto her ass and would spend all her time pining after her Mistress.

She didn't understand why she couldn't see her Mistress during the day. Lucinda hadn't really explained it to her properly. Her obsession just meant she didn't ask questions.

Lucy decided Bella's obssession had become dangerously unhealthy. Whilst she longed to dominate her friend more and found it delicious to see her fall further into corruption, part of her also knew it was wrong.

Lucy decided to invite Bella over to spend some time together and to try and repair the damage she was doing as Lucinda to ver friend. She also decided she needed a break from being Lucinda herself, so she deliberately chose a night when it was a full moon.

The night so far had gone well, but now Bella had gone to the bathroom and was taking ages. Lucy looked at her watch, then back up as the door banged open.

"What the hell is this? How do you have Goddess Lucinda's amulet?"

Bella was standing in the doorway with a shocked and upset expression on her face. A jealous hatred Lucy had never seen burned in her usually pretty eyes.

"Lucinda is MY mistress you bitch. You can't take her from me. She's mine. I can't believe she gave you her amulet. She ALWAYS wears it. And somehow she gave it to YOU!"

Lucy could see Bella was unhinged. She mistakenly believed that Lucy was also under the control of Lucinda and was now angry about the betrayal.

"Wait - Bella I can explain."

Bella looked at the amulet in her hands. "This should be mine. I'm going to give it back to my Mistress when I see her. Until then, you can't have it."

Then to Lucy's horror, Bella put on the amulet. "Only a trusted servant like me should have such a thing."

"NO! Take that off!" screeched Lucy, but it was too late.

Bella moaned as the moonlight shone onto her and with a gasp she began to transform.

Bella's weak body began to swell with power and with horror Lucy felt a heaviness grow in her limbs as the persistent effects of Lucinda's power instantly wore off as the amulet gifted Bella it's power instead.

"Wh... what's happening? Mmmmh I feel good," groaned Bella as her hair lengthened and her bust swelled. Her demure clothing began to transform to tight black latex as long nails shot out of her fingers and she stretched dominantly.

"Bella, give me the amulet. I'm your Mistress Lucinda. Give it to Mistress." Lucy put every thrust of remaining command and power into her voice - it was her only chance.

Bella's hand went reflexively to the amulet and she almost tore it off.

Then she began to laugh.

"Mmmmmh, don't you see Lucy... I'm NOT Bella anymore. Mmmmh could a Goddess like me ever serve a loser like you. I am Goddess Belladonna now."

Belladonna laughed as her tits grew to their full size, her face became cruel and wicked and she stretched her poweful body. The tattoo on her ass faded out of existence as Lucinda's hold was broken.

"What a wonderful amulet," sniggered Belladonna. "All this time it was YOU using this power to make me your slut. Well the tables have turned now. I AM the Goddess now."

Lucy whimpered as she felt the force of Belladonna's personality crushing her down. How could she stand up to such a powerful, dominant, woman? Bella was the were-bitch now.

"Now... you're going to show me where you keep all your toys and then we're going to have some fun. I'm going to enjoy breaking you in Lucy. I learned so much about the thrill of humiliation as your sub. I can teach you it all."

Lucy groaned as Belladonna wrapped her fingers in her hair and pulled Lucy's head down to her crotch. The urge to serve and be of use was too much.

"Now tell me all about the amulet and the powers it gives me. I want to know everything."

And as Lucy told her new Goddess everything, part of her was thrilled to lose control. Soon as she lapped at Belladonna's sweet pussy, she had no other thoughts in her head but to serve.

She was no longer the were-bitch... Bella was...

THE END

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HI wanted to request if you could do a levi with a soft dom male reader who likes praising him , so maybe a praise kink and a bit of overstimulation

and ofc smutty as always thank you

Sorry this took me a bit, hope you enjoy 😊

One more.

Levi x male reader

Smut, Praise kink, overstimulation

Levi never understood praise, and looking back how could he? He could barely remember what his mom looked like yet alone what she’s said to him.

Kenny, the bastard, never praised him. Once Levi learned what he needed Kenny would just move onto the next lesson. Never saying Levi did good or any shit like that.

Not that Levi needed it or anything. He’s not a narcissist but he’s not an idiot either. He knows he’s stronger than the regular soldier so it’s not like he gets any joy from people telling him that.

But Y/n. All Y/n has to do is look at him and Levi gets this weird feeling in his stomach. And when y/n praises him? Oh god. Levi could bust just thinking about y/n’s soft voice whispering about what a good boy-

“Whatcha thinking about so seriously levi?”

Levi glanced up at Hanji, having forgotten they were in the mess hall.

“….just about how I haven’t shit yet today.”

“Oh, well maybe I should make you some coffee instead of that stale tea you like to drink. You’ll be shitting piles as tall as you, short stack”

Levi scoffed and Hanji giggled.

Then, a knock. They both looked up and saw y/n standing in the door way

He gave a little smile, “Sorry to interrupt your…shit talk, but it’s getting late.”

Hanji glanced out the window, “Ah, I suppose it is. Welp, I better head to bed then. See you guys tomorrow!”

They waved and walked past Y/n before turning around quickly, “Oh! And don’t forget we have that meeting before morning training”

Levi wanted to roll his eyes, they always had a meeting in the morning every Wednesday. Y/n smiled, “Alright, thanks Hanji. Goodnight”

“Goodnight blushy” Hanji smirked before leaving

Y/n just shook his head, “I still don’t know why they call me that”

Levi cursed Hanji for that. They called Y/n blushy cause for a while before Y/n and levi were dating, levi would blush when Y/n entered the room.

Damn four eyes. They always had to tease him about something

“Levi, you coming?”

Levi stared at Y/n for a second, admiring his eyes and the way they always seemed to sparkle

“..Yea.”

Y/n chuckled, “well then let’s go”

Levi hid his smile behind his tea cup as he quickly drank the rest before getting up and following Y/n through the kitchen and to their bedroom

They laid there, Y/n spooning Levi from behind

As usual, Levi was having trouble falling asleep and Y/n took notice of this

Y/n scooted as close to levi as he could, pressing himself against his lover and nuzzling his face into his neck

Levi couldn’t help but shiver when Y/n spoke softly into his ear

“Do you need some help falling asleep pretty boy~?”

Levi let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his face burning up and his cock hardening

He gulped and nodded just enough for Y/n to catch it and smirk

Levi felt Y/n’s cock grow and press harder against his backside, making him silently hope this leads to fucking

Y/n slid his hand down Levi’s front and under his pj’s, grabbing his cock firmly

Levi let out a small whine as Y/n pushed Levi’s pj’s down just enough to pull his cock out and slowly started to jerk him off

The room was quiet, only Levi’s soft panting and the wet sound of Y/n’s kisses on his neck could be heard

Y/n couldn’t help but gently grind his clothed cock against Levi’s bare ass as he played with his lovers dick

He nibbled and kissed Levi’s neck, loving the little whimpers he got in return

Levi brought his hand to his mouth and gently bit down on his finger, trying to keep quiet as Y/n’s strokes got faster

Using his free hand, Y/n grabbed Levi’s and pulled it away from his mouth

“Uh uh, I want to hear all your precious sounds pretty boy”

Levi moaned, his stomach fluttering at the pet name and his hips grinding up into Y/n’s hand

Y/n loved watching Levi squirm under his touch, it made his cock twitch with the need to bury it in Levi’s tight ass

But first, he wanted to watch Levi cum and make a mess all over himself

So Y/n sped up his strokes and whispered into Levi’s ear knowing his words would make him come undone faster

“That’s it baby boy, cum for me”

“You’re such a good boy, such a needy little baby.”

“You wanna cum so bad don’t you?”

“Come on pretty baby, make a mess all over yourself for me. Be a good boy and give me your cum”

The combination of Y/n’s firm but gentle voice complimenting him and the working of his hand on Levi’s cock made levi convulse in pleasure

His eyes rolled and his cock sprayed cum all over Y/n’s hand and the front of Levi’s shirt

“Good boy~ that’s my pretty baby, you did such a good job levi”

Levi couldn’t help but smile at the praise as he caught his breathe

Y/n cleaned up his hand with the tissues on the nightstand and helped levi out of his tainted shirt

Y/n sat up and glanced over Levi who had now caught his breathe and seemed much more relaxed

Y/n smirked down at Levi, “Sleepy now?”

Levi thought for a second, he definitely wouldn’t have trouble falling asleep if he tried to now

But, he also really wanted Y/n to cum as well

Y/n looked surprised when Levi shook his head, “Nope”

“Hm, that’s strange. I thought for sure it would be enough”

Levi was amused at Y/n’s small pout of disappointment, he almost gave in and told him the truth

Almost

Levi hummed and wrapped his legs around Y/n’s waist, pulling him down and causing Y/n to be leaning above him

“Maybe one more will work.”

Y/n stared down at Levi, watching as he clearly tried not to blush at the suggestion

Y/n smirked and leaned down to nibbles on Levi’s ear,

“One more it is then~”

Levi smirked back and quickly got to undressing Y/n

Once both were fully naked, Y/n grabbed the lube from the drawer and poured a generous amount on his fingers

He closed the cap and set the lube back down, he then lifted his fingers to Levi’s entrance and inserted one

Levi clenched his teeth at the slight uncomfortable feeling, then moaned as Y/n leaned down and licked his nipple

Sparks shot through his chest as Y/n nibbled and sucked on his chest

Levi never knew how sensitive his nipples could be until he met Y/n and now it was one of his favorite pleasure spots

He moaned softly as Y/n inserted a second finger and was now pumping his fingers in and out, occasionally using a come hither motion which made Levi bite down on his lip to keep quiet

After a bit more stretching, Levi was ready for Y/n’s cock

Y/n pulled away from Levi’s chest, the cold hitting Levi’s wet nipples made him shiver, while Y/n slowly pushed the head of his cock in

Levi’s eyes squeezed shut as he bit down on his hand again

Y/n groaned in pleasure as his cock was encased by Levi’s tight warmth, he pushed as slowly as he could trying to be patient and not just ram it in at once

Finally after what seemed like forever, Y/n’s cock was fully inside of Levi

Y/n laid gently on top of Levi, allowing Levi to get accustomed with the feeling of Y/n’s thick cock stretching his walls

Once he was ready, Levi wrapped his arms around Y/n and gave him the ok

Y/n started out gentle, pulling his cock out only a few inches before slowly pushing it back in

Levi let out a small moan with every thrust and whisper of Y/n’s voice in his ear

“You’re doing so good baby”

“You’re so fucking tight”

“Always feel so good on my cock”

“Such a pretty boy you are, taking my cock so well”

With every sentence, Levi was closer and closer to cumming

Soon, Y/n’s pace had quickened into a violent thrust that had Levi moaning and begging,

“Ahh~ fuck! Please, more, please~”

Y/n moaned and growled, loving the sounds his little lover made

“That’s it baby, mmm let out all those pretty sounds”

“Fuck I love how good you are, such a good boy for me”

“You’re so strong, taking my cock so well~ making all those pretty sounds”

Y/n growled into Levi’s ear, “Louder, scream louder for me Levi, want everyone to hear how good I make you feel”

Levi couldn’t even blush anymore, all he could do was sit there and moan as he took Y/n’s cock

Soon he felt his second orgasm of the night build up and it had him whimpering into Y/n’s ear

“C-close, so close, ahh~ gonna cum~”

At that, Y/n reached down and pumped Levi’s cock in rhythm to his thrusts making Levi scream and curse as he came

Levi’s back arched as his eyes rolled, his hands fists the pillows and his cock spasmed

Only a few squirts came out but it left Levi buzzing in pleasure

Y/n had paused his thrusts to watch Levi come undone and he was stunned at the sight

Once Levi had finished and was catching his breathe, Y/n decided he had to see it again

So he picked back up his thrusting and leaned over Levi to look into his dazed eyes

“Again, do that again.”

Levi groaned in pleasure and confusion, “w-what?”

Y/n growled and sped up his thrusts, feeling his orgasm near but needing to see Levi cum again

“Cum. I want to see you cum on my cock again”

Y/n reached up and played with Levi’s nipples causing him to moan louder as Y/n’s cock was just grazing his prostate at the same time

“Cant. I-I can’t”

“Yes you can baby, I know you can do it. Just once more please pretty boy, just cum one more time for me”

Levi whimpered, a single tear running down his face that Y/n leaned down and licked up

Y/n then encased Levi’s lips with his own, his tongue twirling in Levi’s mouth as he pounded him with his cock

Feeling his end near and knowing it wouldn’t take much for Levi to cum again, Y/n picked him up so that Y/n was now kneeling in an upright position on the bed and levi was bouncing on his cock

Levi screamed loud in pleasure as this new position allowed Y/n’s head to hit his prostate dead on with every thrust

Levi felt his orgasm build yet again and couldn’t help but cry from the pleasure

Y/n bounced Levi faster on his cock, watching as tears fell from his lovers face and moans of pain and pleasure left his lips

Levi cried as his cock ached, “I can’t, Y/n please no more, can’t”

“Yes you can baby, you’re almost there. Just one more, you can do it I know you can”

Levi whimpered and hid his face in Y/n’s neck as he was filled with a combination of pain and pleasure, his cock ached for release and his mind clouded with need

Levi was confused, he didn’t know if he wanted more or not. The thought of cumming again made his cock twitch in pain but the thought of stopping now made him wanna scream in frustration

He was relying solely on Y/n right now to decide what to do, and it was clear what he chose

One more.

Levi cried and begged Y/n to stop but Y/n knew that’s not what Levi really wanted. They had a safe word and Levi hadn’t used it yet so Y/n continued to push Levi’s body for just one more orgasm

Y/n bounced Levi on his cock and as soon as he saw Levi’s eyes start to roll he quickly wrapped his hands around Levi’s swollen cock and stroked him

“That’s it baby, cum for me~ that’s it, such a good boy you are~”

Levi’s balls drew up and his cock twitch but nothing came out, he moaned so loud he was sure everyone could hear him but he didn’t care

His ass tightened around Y/n’s cock causing him to cum with just a few more thrusts, filling levi full

Y/n gently laid Levi down as they both caught their breath

Levi was completely gone, he saw nothing but stars and clouds. His body felt like it was floating and it was by far his best orgasm yet. He didn’t even care how messy the bed he was laying on was right now, he couldn’t think about anything

He was completely at peace. And was soon able to fall into the deepest, best sleep he’s ever had.

They’re definitely doing this at least one more time.

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