Tentacion- Father Antonio (Intruders 2011)

Tentación- Father Antonio (Intruders 2011)

yeah, i'm going to hell...but father antonio just does things to me and i need to write out my desperation (like it even helps alleviate it in the slightest). This is kinda a nonofficial sequel to Salvation In Destruction, but it can be read as a stand alone

Warnings: Literally just fucking in a confessional, need I say more? SMUT (MINORS DNI), semi-public sex (almost getting caught), daddy kink, priest kink, heavy degradation, slight humiliation, teasing, oral (m!receiving), ass and clit spanking, grinding, orgasm denial, forced multiple orgasms, and creampie

2.5K Words🤙🏻

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Father Antonio quietly sat in the confession booth and has been for the past few hours. It was a slow morning, only a few members of the church coming in to do their routine confessions, nothing special. Antonio always disliked days like these, sometimes he'd even doze off and almost fall asleep due to the lack of activity. But it was his job, he'd have to see it through until confession time was over.

He soon perked up once he heard the other door of the confessional open and close, the faintest sound of shuffling as whoever it was settling into their seat. "Good morning," Antonio started as he usual did, "how may I help you?" He asked softly, ready to be impartial to whatever this person may confess.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I've been a naughty girl."

Antonio tried to bite back a smirk as he heard your voice, such a sacrilegious action could only come from you. But he cleared his voice, deciding to play up the role as stern priest. "It's Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." He instructed.

He heard you chuckle. "Right. I forgot." Sure, you did.

"How long has it been since your last confession?"

"Technically, it was last night." Damn you, he could hear your amusement from beyond the barrier that separated the two of you.

"Oh really? Unusual for a confession to take place at night. But, I'd imagine it would have the same effect as it would during the day. Would that be a correct assumption?"

"Oh, yes. It was...very enlightening." Antonio chuckled, trying not to picture you on your back, legs spread and begging for him to let you come. Enlightening, indeed. "But, I feel I needed to come in for another confession."

"Then please, confess away."

"Ever since I've gotten into this relationship with my boyfriend, I've been tempted to sin every single day. He doesn't make it easier either, always so handsome and willing to do whatever I ask. It's becoming somewhat debilitating."

Antonio smirked, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Well, maybe you should learn how to set boundaries with this person. Maybe learn a little more self control. Then maybe it wouldn't be so debilitating." He froze as he heard you let out a barely audibly sigh, leaning closer to the barrier to try and hear better.

"But the thing is, Father, just thinking about him...it gets me so riled up immediately." You almost moaned.

Antonio's eyes widened comically as he heard the slightest sound of wetness, a squelching sound that most definitely came from you. He could hear your breathing start to get faster, a dull thud as you leaned your head back against the wall of the confessional. "Are you...? Are you touching yourself right now?" He asked sternly, feeling his cock harden as you choked on a moan as an answer. He could've laughed, but he wasn't going to give in to you that easily. "You succubus. How dare you commit such atrocities in the Lord's house, especially during confession?" All while giving you a proper scolding, Antonio released his cock from the confines of his suit pants, biting his lip as he gave himself a few languid strokes.

"I'm sorry, Father. Are you going to punish me?" You asked innocently.

"Do you think that's what you deserve? Do you really think a whore like you deserves anything from me?"

"Please, I'll be a good girl from now on, I promise. Just please, punish me. Teach me how to be good." You whimpered, slowly rubbing circles on your clit, but it wasn't enough. You needed him, you needed his cock to fill you.

"Come here." Antonio finally ordered, and you were quick to obey. Leaving your own side of the confession booth and opening his door, seeing him waiting patiently with his cock out, your mouth watering as you entered and closed the door behind you. "On your knees." He commanded, grabbing your hair roughly and pulling you towards his dick. "Take it, slut." You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, hearing the heavenly sound of his first soft moan escaping his mouth. "That's it." He whispered, easing his dick all the way to the back of your throat, a smug smirk adorning his face as he heard you gag. "You like that? You like taking my big cock like a good little slut, huh?" You agreed as best you could, tears already running down your face from how he stretched your throat.

You gasped as he brought you up to face face by your hair, kissing you roughly and pulling down your skirt and underwear, letting it pool around your ankles. "Please, fuck me, Father." You begged, feeling your arousal slowly drip down your inner thighs, the intense desire for him becoming almost painful.

You grinned as he smacked your ass, bringing you down to straddle him. "You'll take what I give you." You bit back a squeal as he used his cockhead to hit your swollen and throbbing clit, grabbing onto your hips and forcing you to grind yourself on him. "How does that feel, baby?" He asked teasingly, feeling how you twitched and squirmed, so desperate to feel more. "You're so wet, mi amor. It's like this pussy's been neglected for years...but we both know that's not true." You blushed furiously at his words, a sense of embarrassment and pride filling you all at once, knowing that he knew he had this effect on you. Him and only him.

Antonio turned you around so your back was facing him, one hand on your hip and the other covering your mouth. Your loud moan thankfully was muffled by his hand as he brought you down on his cock roughly, the stretch so incredibly painful despite being as wet as you were. He pressed your back against his chest, his breath hot and heavy in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck as you adjusted to his size. It didn't take you long to start moving your hips in desperation, the booth so hot with your breaths mixing together and forcing yourselves to keep as quiet. "Please..." You whined, just him being inside you still not enough to satisfy you.

"Lord, is nothing ever enough for you?" He hissed in your ear, keeping a firm grip on your throat as he helped you bounce up and down on his dick.

"You feel so good, Antonio." You whimpered, biting your lip hard to keep yourself from moaning too loudly. "Fuck, baby..." Antonio had to do the same, the feeling of your walls clenching him so tightly, it almost made him light headed. But the angle he was fucking you, he was so deep, started to brush up against that special spot inside you, letting out a guttural moan.

Antonio brought his hand back up to cover your mouth, slapping your clit with his other hand, causing you to let out a high pitched squeal. "Quiet, slut. What if someone walks in, huh? Keep your mouth shut and I just might let you come." The reward just sounded too good to resist, you were already to anxious to come, but you needed more stimulation elsewhere.

"Touch my clit, Padre, please." You breathed out.

"No. I haven't decided if I wanna let you come just yet, you haven't even done what I asked of you yet. Be my obedient succubus and we'll see." You almost let out a sob, and you couldn't help but reach down to try and touch yourself, but just falling short before Antonio grabbed onto both of your writs, pinning them behind yourself. "What did I just tell you, puta?" He slapped your clit again, the painful shock causing you to finally let out that sob. "Cállate!" He hissed suddenly, stopping his movements completely; you were about to whine and beg for him to continue until you heard footsteps getting closer and closer until the other door to the confessional booth opened.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." The voice of an elderly man spoke.

Antonio cleared his throat before replying to the anonymous person. "How long as it been since your last confession?" He asked, a slight shakiness to his voice that didn't go unnoticed by you, his cock still inside you and twitching in desperation for that sweet friction again, unintentionally edging himself.

The conversation dragged on, feeling like ages and your cunt begging for his cock to start moving inside you again. You slowly started to move your hips, feeling Antonio tense up as your walls started tightening around him. His breathing was heavy and deep, trying to focus on the conversation instead of how you slowly gyrated your hips and how amazing it felt. You hide to hold in your giggles as Antonio had to quickly clasped his hand to cover his own mouth when you made another calculated move to purposely clench around him as he kept trying to give counsel to this old man, still completely unaware of what was happening right next to him, the thin barrier the only thing keeping him from seeing his own priest with his cock buried deep inside you.

It was a couple more minutes before the man finally left, conveniently, the morning turned into the afternoon and that meant no one else was going to be coming in for a confessional, so you and Antonio didn't have to worry about anyone else interrupting you. But that didn't mean he was finally going to give you want you wanted, of course, how stupid could you be to think that? "Please, Father, please," You begged, drool dripping down your neck as he fucked into you relentlessly. "let me come." You sobbed, not caring how you looked or sounded, you only wanted one thing.

"You wanna come, baby?" He growled, a vice grip on your wrists as he continued to piston into you, not letting up even after you started to cry. "Fuck, you're taking me so well, aren't you? You're crying so hard, baby, you sure you can't come from just my cock?"

"I need you to touch my clit, please!" You whined, trying to fight against his hold on wrists, wanting to rub your clit so bad. "Daddy, please."

"Okay, baby." He whispered, reaching down and rubbing viciously slow circles onto your clit. "This what you wanted?"

"Faster, please."

"So polite." He grinned. "You've never failed to use your manners for me, I'm fucking you that good, huh?"

"Yes-!" You screamed out as he quickened his motions on your clit, feeling like liquid fire was flowing through your veins as you instantly reached your peak, seconds away from falling over until he suddenly pulled away. "Antonio!" You sobbed in frustration.

"What is it, baby?" He asked smugly. "Oh, did you want to come?" You nodded furiously. "You just told me to touch your clit, you never specified that you wanted me to make you come. My mistake." You moaned brokenly as he started to rub your clit again, getting you to that peak yet again before denying you that overwhelming pleasure once more. "You haven't told me to make you come yet. I can't give you what you want until you tell me, baby."

"Please, make me come, Daddy. Please, make me come." You begged.

"You never finished your confession." He started, rubbing your clit for a few seconds before pulling away, repeating those same motions. "Finish your confession." He ordered.

"What do you want me to confess?" You stuttered, such a blubbering mess that you could barely make out what you even said yourself.

"Confess, querida. Confess: you're just a filthy little slut who loves to come. Tell me." He smacked your clit, groping your tits roughly, feeling the bruises already starting to form.

"I'm just a filthy little slut," You sobbed, "who loves to come." You gasped loudly as Antonio rubbed your clit at a vigorous pace, compared with his cock slamming into you and brushing up against your cervix, your thighs shook and you spasmed in his hold. "Please, let me come, please, let me come." You begged, so scared that he still wasn't going to allow you to. But you were all too relieved when you finally reached your climax, letting out a loud cry as euphoria overtook you and flooded your senses, so intense that you were sure you blacked out for a few seconds.

"You can give me one more, yeah?" Antonio asked as you brought yourself back down to earth, your back arching and singing precious whimpers as he kept playing with your overstimulated clit.

"No, please, I can't." You panted, the painful pleasure too much for you to handle after just having an orgasm.

"You can. I know you can." You tried pushing his hand away, but he was too strong and you were too weak and limp to do anything about it. "Come for me again, querida." He licked the shell of your ear, gently nibbling on your earlobe as he kept the ruthless pace.

"Stop, baby, please." You begged, unfiltered cries and moans escaping your lips as you felt another orgasm building in your core. "Fuck, ah-!" You yelled as he pinched your clit, fucking into you faster, forcing your orgasm out of you like he was pulling teeth. You dug your nails into his arms that held onto you tightly, hearing him wince as you broke skin when you released on his cock again.

"Good girl, such a good girl." He praised as you came down from your second high, falling completely limp in his arms, his hips below you doing all the work as he chased his own release. "Oh, mierda, I'm gonna come." He groaned, hugging your abdomen and his thrusts become sloppy and erratic. "Beg me to come inside you."

"Please, Daddy, come inside me, please." You cried, turning your head so you could kiss him, gasping as his teeth latched onto your bottom lip. "Fill me up."

Antonio choked on a loud moan as he finally reached his climax, biting down on your shoulder as he released deep inside of you. "Oh, God..." He whispered, kissing where he had bitten you, his movements stilling and falling limp against the wall, his hold softening as he tried to catch his breath. "You did so well for me, mi amor." He smiled tiredly, turning you around in his embrace so he could kiss you properly. "Te amo, mi chica bonita." He whispered affectionately.

"I love you too." You smiled, kissing him one more time before getting off of him. "I feel sorry for whoever has to clean this mess up." You giggled.

Antonio rolled his eyes. "Me. It's gonna be me, you know damn well. But I don't mind." He smirked, helping you back into your skirt, using two of his fingers to push his cum back inside you before pulling your underwear back on. "You better not let a single drop escape this precious cunt, understand? Or else I will punish you when we get home."

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alright, that's it. i'm gonna turn myself in to the horny police so they can send me to horny jail where i'll live out the rest of my days branded as someone who was too horny for their own good✌🏻

Omg could you like ,,, 🤞 write something ab jealous colin ritman like someone flirting w reader or something like that up to your imagination (cuz you have a big one ) It can lead to smut or angst grr doesn’t really matter just want some juicy colin fanfics cuz there’s like zero of them 😭💔

Yeth❤ Also, didn't know if you wanted F!Reader or not so I just didn't mention any pronouns, just to be safe

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), gagging, slight choking, spitting, possibly degradation (if you squint), Colin being a dom (but we already knew that he was), pining, jealousy, possessiveness, angst, mentions of drug use

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Never in your life have you seen Colin Ritman jealous, about anything, especially when concerning you. So maybe that's why it took so long for you to figure out what exactly had ruffled his feathers.

You had started working at Tuckersoft a few years ago, as an assistant to the man himself, Mohan Thakur. You were supposed to be a video game programmer, but you apparently had to "earn" your position. You were used to it though, being underestimated, so you were the best damn assistant to ever work at the place.

When you finally got promoted to be what you actually signed up for, that's when you met Colin. He was blunt, sarcastic, undiplomatic, and those were his best qualities, but you found him oddly pleasant to be around. Sure, he wasn't that great at being emotional supportive in any regard, but he was loyal, and that was enough for you.

You and Colin would often smoke dope together, work on side projects, and just bitch about Thakur behind his back. It was nice, just spending time with him. When he finally told you that he had a kid, you felt like you leveled up in your friendship. He actually trusted you, and you knew you could trust him. After that, it didn't take long for you to fall for him. He wasn't the typical person you'd fancy, but it's not like you had a choice in the matter.

You would try to bring it up sometimes, just subtle hints here and there that may suggest you would like to be more than friends, but the man was totally oblivious. You felt your heart almost break in two when he told you that he and Kitty were going to try to work things out for the sake of Pearl. You couldn't exactly say that you weren't okay with that, you had no right to, you weren't his and he wasn't yours. You had no choice but to sit back and watch as he slowly distanced himself away from you over time, and you felt like a shell of a person. You'd still see him at work, but you'd rarely ever talk to each other, only a simple greeting to one another in the morning then sitting silently at your own desks.

You couldn't bare to ask him how things were going with him and Kitty, and you weren't sure if you even wanted to know. Colin told you had often she'd get into arguments with him, over anything and nothing at all. It definitely didn't seem like a healthy and loving relationship, but you knew that you had to keep your mouth shut, no matter how much it hurt.

You had your interest peaked when Thakur hired a new assistant, a handsome one at that, not as handsome as Colin though. But if you couldn't have Colin, maybe you'd just have to start talking to this new guy. You quickly noticed how he had his eye on you when he got the tour of the building, giving you a small smirk as he passed by your desk. It made your stomach flutter with butterflies, but not the good kind. It was more of a disgust, almost nauseating. But if you were going to get over Colin, you had to tolerate it, at least for now until you could find someone you could actually see yourself being with.

For Colin, he couldn't have been more furious when he saw this new assistant talking to you at your desk, wearing a smile to show off his pearly white teeth and his perfectly coiffed hair, looking you up and down like you were a piece meat just waiting to be devoured. Being the perceptive man he was, he could see how uncomfortable you were, your body language giving it away easily. How your body stiffened, your weary smiles, how you almost flinched as he moved a piece of hair out of your face. No, no, he needed to shut that shit down.

You couldn't have been more thankful as Colin made his way over to your desk, giving you a tight lipped smile. "Hey, Y/n, could you help me out? Got that buffer error again." He faked a frustrated huff.

"We're in the middle of something, mate." The new guy chuckled, looking back and forth between you and Colin.

Colin's face fell, a deep frown setting in his face. "Look, new guy, we have actual jobs here that need to get done. Now run along and fetch Thakur's coffee order or whatever it is you do here, yeah?" The new guy frowned, awkwardly nodding and walking away with his tail between his legs.

"Thank you, Colin." You breathed out, trying to calm your heavily beating heart. "He would not stop talking."

"Why were you even allowing that arsehole to talk to you anyway?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. He looked nice, handsome."

Colin scoffed, his face heating up. "Handsome? Really? Posh looking motherfucker."

"Well, excuse me if I'm looking to get laid."

"You could do better."

"Right, like with you?" You quickly joked, but instantly regretting it as you felt the air turn tense. You coughed awkwardly, "Anyway, thanks for saving me from a terrible mistake."

"Come round by my flat after work." Colin said plainly.

"Wha-? Why?" You stuttered, but you didn't get an answer as Colin walked back to his desk. You spend the rest of your work hours wondering what possibly Colin had planned, and honestly, you were a bit scared. What if your joke pissed him off and he was waiting to yell at you cause it would be unprofessional to do it at work? You tried not to think about, trying to focus on your actual work, but you had no control over your thoughts as you walked to Colin's flat.

"Come in." Colin stepped aside to let you in, stopping in his tracks once you both reached the living room.

"You really wanted to get laid by that new guy?" Colin spat suddenly.

"You invited me over just to repeat what you said at work? I don't need a lecture from you."

"You know, I wasn't joking when I said you could do better."

"You're one to talk. From what you've told me, Kitty isn't exactly the best partner. Plus, you have no right to tell me who I shouldn't fuck, okay?" You huffed, crossing your arms in a pout.

"Wait, you think I'm with Kitty?"

"You said you were going to make it work for Pearl."

"Yeah, but it's not like it was gonna work out anyway."

"So, you're not with Kitty?"

"No." Colin said in frustration. "We really tried but...I don't love her, I never have. If it wasn't obvious, Pearl was an accident."

You sighed, tired of the games. "Why am I here, Colin? Really? You wanna lecture me? Fine, you succeeded. Now what?"

"I didn't like seeing you with that man. Even if you were flirting with him, I still would've ran him off. Because I don't want to see you with anyone but me. Understand now?"

"You...you mean that?" You blushed.

"Why would I lie?"

"I guess, I never thought you'd feel that way about me."

"So, I take it you feel the same?"

You laughed. "For a perceptive man, you sure are oblivious."

Colin scowled, marching up to you and grabbing your face, planting a hard kiss on your lips. Blunt and direct, just like him, but it also took your breath away. "You're mine, only mine. Understand?"

"Yes." You smiled, leaning forward to kiss him again, albeit a bit softer than the first one. "Why don't you take what's yours then?" You smirked, tugging at the hem of his shirt, your body getting very anxious to feel him; all of him.

"You sure you're ready for that, love?" Colin whispered lowly, his hand reaching up to squeeze your neck gently.

"Yes. God, yes." You whimpered, leaning into his touch, pressing your body against his, feeling warmth radiating off of him. "I've wanted you for so long."

"Then who am I to turn you down?" He smirked, planting sloppy open-mouthed kisses down your neck, practically ripping off your shirt to to mark up your chest with love bites, eliciting breathy moans from your lips.

The both of you stumbled your way through his flat, ungracefully entering his bedroom and promptly falling to his bed. You would've been a giggling mess if it wasn't for his continuous attack on your lips with his own, his hands wandering all over your body and groping everywhere he could, surely leaving bruises that you'd find later.

Tugging off each others trousers finally allowed for more pleasant friction as Colin grinded against you, his hardened cock rubbing against your aching sex, the tension dizzying as you craved for more. "Fuck me, Colin, please." You begged, tugging at his boxer briefs, running your hand along the outline of his cock, hearing him inhale a sharp breath.

Colin wasted no time obeying your request, sensually removing your underwear with his cold fingers, raising goosebumps all over your body as he kissed his way back up to your lips. You and Colin both let out loud groans as he pushed himself inside you with no warning, your slick of anticipation softening the sharp pain of the stretch, but even the pain made you crave more. "This what you wanted?" Colin wrapped your legs around his torso, keeping a firm grip on your thigh as his other hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up at him as he rocked against you.

"Yes." You moaned, your walls clenching around him perfectly.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Colin." You clawed at his back, trying to pull him closer than what was humanly possible, bringing his hand up to kiss his knuckles; the otherwise sweet and innocent gesture being ruined by Colin forcing his fingers into your mouth, bringing tears to your eyes from gagging on his digits and the pleasure his cock was giving you. "Fuck-!" You yelped, though muffled until Colin removed his fingers, only to roughly grab your face.

"Open your mouth." Colin ordered, spitting a wad of salvia into your mouth as soon as you obeyed. "Swallow." You whimpered as you obeyed his every word, too lost in pleasure to even consider refusing him, the smug smirk on his face only adding to your ecstasy. "So good for me, aren't you?" He bit his lip to suppress a moan, your eagerness to accept his every command getting him closer and closer to his climax, and from the way you had a vice grip on him, he could feel you were almost there as well. "Close, aren't you?"

"Yes." You cried, the blunt tip of his cock hitting that special spot inside of you over and over again, unrelenting and unforgiving in his swift pace, your eyes threatening to roll back into your skull.

Colin groaned loudly, his own orgasm taking him by surprise and spilling inside you, but he kept up his pace, determined to get you there as well. "Come for me." He squeezed just below your jaw, applying just enough pressure to fast track your climax. Your walls fluttered around his cock and a deep moan escaped your lips, straining your vocal cords from the euphoria. Your moans were like music to Colin's ears, and oh, how he vowed to hear you sing for him a few more times before the day was over.

Laying by his side with your head on his chest, you listened as his heartbeat slowed down and his breathing evened out. You smiled as he traced his fingers up and down your upper arm, hearing him sigh. "I'm sorry it took me this long to figure out my feelings for you. I know I can be a right dickhead sometimes."

"Sometimes?" You chuckled jokingly, making Colin roll his eyes, trying to hide his growing smile.

"Yeah, alright." Colin pushed you away, only to pin you down on your back with a smirk, placing feather light kisses on your neck, causing you to squirm. "Ticklish, hm?"

"Shut up." You giggled. "But hey, don't feel sorry. Better late than never, right?"

Colin nodded, looking over your face with a content expression. He was happy, and he realized he didn't know when the last time he could've honestly said or thought that. It was a foreign feeling, but one he wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

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Sorry, I can't write Colin smut without making it slightly kinky, it goes against my dna. ugh, colin, my precious little junkie❤🥵

Hole In One - Bobby Jones

I have brain rot. Why Didn't They Ask Evans? was amazing, Will did a fantastic job as Bobby and a fantastic job at making me horny

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), public sex, oral (f!receiving), creampie, and major fluff

2.4K Words🤙🏻

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Walking along the steep cliffs and hills of your local golf course, you held in a deep annoyed sigh as you attempted to keep up with your boyfriend and long time best friend, Bobby, as he walked ahead of you with much more energy than you had. He had somehow convinced you that golfing would be a good date, even though you didn’t care much for the sport and you weren’t the best at it.

“Come on, love, we’re almost there!” Bobby called out.

You rolled your eyes, why a golf course was at the top of a cliff, you’d never understand; having to walk to get to each of the holes was strenuous enough. “We couldn’t have, I don’t know, gone to the cinema or something that didn’t require working out? Dracula’s Daughter just came out, I think.”

“Sitting inside of a dark theater for an hour, when it’s such a beautiful day? And you know I don’t fancy horror films, it makes me sweat.”

“Well, I’m about to start sweating walking up this godforsaken hill.” You snarked, a light blush coming to your face as Bobby gave you a playful warning glare at your attitude. This definitely wasn’t that kind of date, but it was hard to ignore the sudden throbbing at the apex of your thighs; and the polo shirt that hugged Bobby’s torso perfectly, showing off his muscular build, wasn’t exactly alleviating the problem. “Why couldn’t you have a passion for a different sport, like football? I can play football better than golf. I’d rather kick a ball with my feet than hit one with a heavy club.”

Bobby cackled. “I can’t imagine you playing football.”

“My dad was fond of it, taught me everything he knows. Put me in a pair of trousers and I’ll be able to best any man.”

“You do that enough already.” He smirked handsomely, giving you a chaste kiss on your temple. If he kept doing stuff like that you might just have to take him right on the golf field. Seeing his muscles flex as he swung his golf club, god, you could feel yourself soaking your undergarments. You flinched when he snapped his fingers in front of your face to snap you out of your trance, his amused face causing you to scowl slightly. “Enjoying the view, darling?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You huffed, trying to come off more teasing but it was clear you were too flustered to do anything much less flirt.

“It’s your turn. Hey, if you ever make a hole in one swing, I might just let you best me at football.” He whispered in your ear as he handed you your club, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

You scoffed. “Let me? You couldn’t beat me even if you tried.” You snatched the club out of his hands a little too harshly, smirking when Bobby gave you a surprised but amused expression.

It seemed easy enough, just swing and hit the ball. Couldn’t be that hard, right? Well, you were quickly disproven by how much the ball went in the wrong direction you wanted it to go. Instead of going straight like you wanted, it swayed to the left. You hoped it was just the wind. You would just have to try again.  You huffed as you swung your club and completely missed the ball, only managing to violently remove a clump of grass and dirt. You bit your lip when you heard Bobby snickering behind your back, definitely watching you fail at such a simple game with an amused grin on his stupidly handsome face. “This is impossible. How do you make it look so easy?” You whined, lightly stomping your foot like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.

"Here," Bobby sighed, walking over to you, "let me help you." 

Situating himself behind you, you tried not to shiver as his hands slowly traveled down your arms until they positioned themselves to cover your own, grasping gently. You could feel goosebumps rise all over your body as you felt his steady breathing on your neck, looking over your shoulder with ease. "Now, you'll need to pivot your right foot as you swing, like this-" He pushed your right heel out with his own foot, guiding your arms and body to twist with him as he made you swing the club. "It's simple really, just takes technique and practice." And he pulled away all too soon, his warmth leaving your back as he took a few steps back and motioned for you to try it without his help.

After having him so close to you, you were surprised you were even standing straight. How were you supposed to focus now? The feeling of his pelvis brushed up against your ass still echoed in your mind and you found yourself wanting to feel that again, and even more. Though you tried your best and swung, the club connected with the ball but your swing was too weak, the white urethane rolling down the grassy hill. “Well, that was a…start.” Bobby chuckled.

“Oh, shut it, Jones.” You quipped, quickly making your way down the hill to find your ball, not looking back just to see his mocking smile. “I don’t think I’ll be getting you to play football any time soon, at the rate I’m going.”

“Ah, it’s okay. It’s practically impossible to make a hole in one at the course, what with the steep hills and such. Maybe I should’ve started you in the beginner’s course.”

You scowled once more. “Isn’t that for children?”

“Yeah.” He smiled.

After finding the ball, you dreaded making a fool of yourself more than you already had, so you decided to do what you do best: flustering your boyfriend. “Can you guide me one more time? Just so I don’t accidentally hit the ball into the ocean.” You chuckled, hiding a mischievous smirk as he took the bait. Always such a gentleman. You took a deep breath as he moved to stand right behind you and resumed the same position he had you in previously, your heart pounding, hoping that he won’t reject your advances.

You heard Bobby inhale sharply as you wiggled your hips against his pelvis, his grip on your hands tightening. “What do you think you’re doing, darling?” He asked darkly, the tone in his voice that dropped a couple octaves went straight to your core. You said nothing as you responded to his question with another wiggle of your hips, pushing back harder against him. “And here I thought you genuinely wanted me to help you.” He grunted.

“Who says I don’t?” You replied seductively, straightening your spine and turning your head to whisper in his ear. “I just want you to help me in a different way.” You gently bit his earlobe, Bobby’s heavy sigh fanning against your shoulder.

“You know we’re in public, right?”

“Yes, and?”

“You want to risk someone seeing me making love to you?” You gasped when Bobby gripped onto your waist tightly, suddenly turning you around in his hold. “You’d like that, though, wouldn’t you? You want someone to see how cock drunk I make you? Is that it, darling?” You could already feel his erection pressing up against your leg, the knowledge that you could make him so hungry for you so easily made you feel lightheaded, your knees threatening to buckle.

“Yes.” You managed to whisper out breathlessly.

You gasped as Bobby suddenly connected his lips with yours, stealing the breath from your lungs from the feeling of his urgency, how desperate he was to feel all of you and you were just as needy. His hands roamed your body, squeezing your ass through your skirt, gingerly lifting up the fabric to cup your sex roughly, eliciting a satisfied groan from you. “Oh, darling, if you wanted me this badly you could’ve just said so.” He teased, moving your underwear to the side and running his fingers through your slippery folds, biting his lip at the feeling. “I want to taste you.” He spoke quickly before falling to his knees, his head hiding beneath your skirt.

Finally feeling his mouth connect to your cunt, you had to cover your mouth with one hand to keep yourself from moaning loudly, a moan that would surely echo throughout the cliffs and hills. Bobby kept a firm hand behind your back as he lifted your leg onto his shoulder to get a better angle, making sure you don’t fall over. You squeezed and grabbed at your breasts through your blouse as he lapped at your clit, sucking occasionally and making your eyes roll to the back of your head at the pleasure he was so expertly giving you. “I want you inside me.” You whispered, giggling as his head came out of your skirt, the evidence of your arousal making his lips shine.

You kneeled down to push Bobby on his back, straddling his legs as you undid the buckle of his trousers, pulling them off just enough for his cock to escape their confines. You smirked as Bobby’s eyes glossed over at the sight of you situating yourself over him, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds, grinding your clit on him briefly before finally sinking down on him slowly.

Bobby let out a deep groan as you guided his cock into your pussy, your velvety walls contracting at the intrusion, your slick and his saliva barely being enough to help force in the monstrosity that was his cock. “Fuck-!” You whined as he finally bottomed out, taking deep breaths to try to relax to help your cunt take him better, slowly grinding your hips down on him as he leaned up to kiss your neck. “Ah, fuck, you’re so big.” You giggled, your brows furrowing as the stretch turned pleasurable.

“You feel so amazing, darling.” Bobby moaned, keeping a firm grip on your hips as he laid back against the grass, breathing rapidly as you started to bounce yourself on his dick. You unbuttoned your blouse and pushed your tits out of your bra, the slight breeze making them harden as they came in contact with the air, making you let out a sharp exhale as Bobby leaned up to pinch one with one hand while he licked and sucked on the other.

You couldn’t keep your moans quiet as Bobby’s cock hit all the right places inside you, shocks of pleasure resonating throughout your core and a blush coming to your cheeks as the wind did nothing to hide the sounds that came from your cunt from said pleasure. “Oh, god.” You choked out, a squeal escaping your lips as Bobby took initiative and started to drill into you, both hands having a bruising hold on your hips as his expression contorted into one of focus. All you could do was hold on for the ride, gripping onto his shirt as the intense pleasure kept building and building until you couldn’t even form a single thought in your brain.

The tipping point came when Bobby suddenly rolled you over onto your back, switching places and allowing him to pound into you even harder. “Bobby, fuck-!” You almost screamed, your nails digging into his forearms that were still holding onto your waist. Your brain felt like putty at this point, your orgasm starting to burn through your core, lasting longer than you thought it would. You didn’t even have the energy to be embarrassed about how much your pussy was dripping, splashing as Bobby’s dick gave you no mercy, feeling the droplets of your own cum splattering on your skin as well as his.

“So good for me, such a good girl.” You could faintly hear Bobby whisper, the praise going straight to your core even after having such an intense orgasm. His thrusts soon become sloppy and erratic, chasing his own high, using you like a lifeless ragdoll, you certainly felt like one. “Oh heavens, baby, I’m gonna come.” He groaned, his eyebrows furrowing and a small droplet of sweat rolling down his neck.

“Ah-!” Bobby grunted, then letting out a breathy moan as his thrusting stilled, a whine of your own escaping your lips as you felt him fill you up with his warm cum. “Oh, Christ.” He exhaled, pulling out and rolling over to lay beside you limply.

You squinted as the sun came out from behind the clouds, a rarity in Wales, and lifted your hand to the sky to try and block the light from your eyes. You chuckled softly as Bobby reached up to grab ahold of your hand, interlocking your fingers. He leaned over and used his head to block out the sun, allowing you a perfect view of his flushed face, pushing your hand back down to the ground and planting a soft kiss on your lips.

You looked at Bobby lovingly as he delicately buttoned up your blouse, placing light kisses on your torso before each button. After pulling his trousers back up, he reached down and helped you on your feet, helping you straighten out your skirt and brushing off any grass that might’ve stuck to it. You gave him one more kiss before smoothing down his hair, his giddy smile making your already wobbly knees threaten to buckle yet again. The love you felt for the man was so all-encompassing you felt your heart was going to burst.

“Maybe we should get out of here before someone finds us out.” Bobby snickered.

“Aw, I didn’t mean to cut the date short.” You smiled regretfully.

“Oh, trust me, you didn’t.” He smirked, taking your hand in his as you both started to walk back to your car together. “It was exciting. If we ever play football for one of our next dates, maybe we could do this again?”

You laughed. “Wow. One new experience and you’re already addicted, huh? Such a delinquent.”

“Hey, don’t pin this on me! You’re the one who tempted me in this first place, not that I’m complaining.” You squealed as he pinched your side teasingly, his grip on your hand not allowing you to recoil against his touch.

“Okay, okay!” You giggled. “Fine. I’m the delinquent. I accept that. But if we do end up playing football, I may not have a choice but to pounce on you if you end up looking as good as you do playing golf.”

“Well, that’s a risk I’ll be willing to take.”

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Bobby is a power bottom, my opinion cannot be swayed.

Already Gone

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by anon. This is hurt/comfort at its finest with a sprinkle of good ole’ fluff at the end because heaven knows I can’t live without it lol Enjoy!

Silence. Nothing had ever rung louder than the blaring silence, heavy with dread and utter disbelief. All you could do was stare at the scratchy grey concrete as the loathsome sound of the doors booming to a close still echoed through the glade.

Alby. Minho. The Greenie. All three of them gone… just like that? No, it couldn’t be real, it had to be a nightmare, one you would surely wake up from at any second. There was no way the glade had just lost its leader, the Keeper of the Runners and the newbie - all in one go.

So why weren’t you waking up?

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Contemptress - Jonathan Levy

I don't know why or how, but this imagine came out of me. I birthed it into existence with my fucked up brain. I started it when I was in a bad mood and decided to finish it. Sorry, I guess?

This is DARK. Like, really dark and sad. Triggering content. Please, please, mind the warnings

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), switches between noncon/dubcon, infidelity, rebounds, extremely toxic relationships, oral (m and f!receiving), rough rough sex, little to no foreplay, sadism, dacryphilia, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, Dark!Jonathan, seriously he's a major dick in this fic, no happy ending :(

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You didn’t know Jonathan too well, he was more like a friend of a friend for the most part. You occasionally went out for coffee or dinner with your friend and her husband and he and Mira would tag along. From the outside, it seemed like they were the perfect couple. They both seemed like they never had any problems or the typical couple's quarrels, so when your friend told you that they were getting a divorce, you were shocked.

You were curious but you didn’t think to pry, it wasn’t your business after all. You felt bad for their kid, being a child of divorce yourself, you knew she would have a difficult time dealing with it, especially at such a young age. But that was the extent of it, you didn’t think of it any more.

You soon discovered that you and Jonathan went to the same coffee shop most of the time, you were pleasantly surprised when you saw him there one morning. You noticed he frequented the place more often after the separation, sometimes in a hurry or on rare occasions would actually sit and eat a bagel with his beverage. 

You were flattered that he remembered you well enough to start up a conversation with you, asking how you were and what you had been up to since the last time he saw you. He seemed put together well enough on the surface, but you knew that you couldn’t possibly know what was going on behind the scenes. You could almost see it, the emotions he was hiding behind his eyes. They were tired, the slightest tinge of red blemishing the corners of his sclera. You could see the faintest bite marks on his hands, and your heart ached at the thought that he did it to himself.

You didn’t know how you got the courage to initiate it, but you invited him for breakfast whenever he was available. You were relieved he said yes, almost enthusiastically. You would allow him to rant with no judgment, you even found yourself taking his side. You couldn’t believe Mira would do something like that, leaving her child just to be with her lover. It was unforgivable in your eyes, but you kept those opinions to yourself because it was clear Jonathan still loved her. But he was in so much pain.

After that morning, things started to escalate.

You started seeing each other more often, getting dinner together as well as breakfast. When Mira came back and started keeping Ava at her place sometimes, you would even share drinks at his home. Then he started coming over to yours.

You were both drunk, feeling sorry for yourselves, and it just happened. The sex was messy, sloppy, the taste of booze on each other’s tongues. It didn’t last that long, and you both felt guilty the morning after, along with major hangover headaches. He made his escape quickly, saying that he had to pick Ava up from school, even though it was a Saturday. But it was okay, you needed time to yourself to think anyway.

You didn’t see each other for a couple weeks after that. You didn’t even go to your favorite coffee shop in fear of having to see him. But the hiatus abruptly came to an end when a loud knock on your door woke you up at two in the morning, a disheveled and rain drenched Jonathan standing outside your door pitifully. It didn’t take but two seconds to give into his puppy dog eyes, forcefully pulling him into your house and frantically tearing off his wet clothes while he did the same to you.

It became a habit. Whenever something happened with Mira that made him angry or upset, his first instinct was to come to you. You never turned him down. You never disagreed with anything he said or did. You never did anything that would make him upset, you didn’t want to. He needed you, and you would give him exactly what he wanted.

But it was never soft, loving sex. That's not what you were for. No, it was rough. Passionate. Intense. Sex with Jonathan always left you with more than a few bruises, but you didn't mind. In fact, you liked it. You liked waking up the next morning sore and in pain, you liked seeing the marks he made on your delicate skin. It made you feel special, in a way. You felt special being the one he chose to take all his anger and frustration out on, no matter how rough he could get. No matter how much pain he put you through. You took it. All of it. 

You were addicted to him. Every single thing about him. You knew you shouldn't have fallen in love, in fact you told yourself that you could never allow yourself to. But there were moments where Jonathan was so into it that he’d whisper soft I love you’s in your ear, but he never said your name, you could always hear the faintest moans that was the beginning of Mira’s name but he always managed to stop himself before saying it fully. But that didn’t matter to you. There were also moments, though fleeting, where he’d wrap you in his arms and fall asleep next to you. It warmed your heart despite yourself.

But he’d always leave. Even before you woke up, Jonathan would be gone. You weren’t surprised either way, but you did feel disappointed when it happened. You made the grave mistake of accidentally whispering an I love you after he had given you a particularly amazing orgasm, it just slipped out. He was not happy.

You still felt a lump in your throat every time your thoughts drifted back to that night. He immediately slapped your cheek, not hard but just enough to leave a bright red mark on your face, sternly telling you to never say that shit again. And as you usually did, you obeyed him and you never said it again.

You had confided in a couple of your closest friends, wanting, no, needing their opinions. Even though you knew what they were going to say, you still felt angered by how adamant they felt you needed to call off this fucked up friends with benefits because it started to not even feel that way anymore. But you just couldn’t, no matter how much you knew you needed to listen to them, you always came crawling back for more.

You had never known what addiction felt like until you started sleeping with Jonathan. All those stories you had heard and read about drugs or alcohol being so important that you’d disregard all others, even your own family and friends, just to get that fix. You couldn’t rightfully say that’s exactly how it felt, but you imagined it felt somewhat similar. You’d cry yourself to sleep every time he left your apartment after fucking, you felt anxiety every time you were apart, you started to feel like you couldn’t live without him. 

You needed to end this. Right fucking now. But of course, all those thoughts went out the window as soon as Jonathan came knocking at your door with that same intensity in his eyes that meant he needed to abuse your cunt until you were weeping.

The two of you didn’t even have to exchange words anymore. You’d make the subtlest expression that you couldn’t possibly turn him away, and he’d be on you in an instant, and tonight was no different.

“Such a good little slut. Always ready to take me.” Jonathan growled in your ear, as he bit your neck hard enough to break the skin, causing you to hiss in pain. “Right?” When you didn’t answer right away, he grabbed you harshly by the throat and forced you to look into his eyes. “Right?” He asked more sternly.

“Y-Yeah…” You stuttered, yelping when he grabbed your pussy through your pajamas.

“By the time these clothes come off, you better be fuckin’ wet and dripping for me cause I ain’t planning on being easy with you tonight, sweetheart.” Even the harshness of his voice and the threatening tone, it still made you throb for him, the added sweetheart sending your pleasure signals into overdrive. “On your fuckin’ knees.” He ordered, not allowing you a response by shoving you to the floor anyway.

You yelped when your knees hit the hardwood too roughly, but hearing Jonathan’s belt buckle come undone made your mouth water and the pain easily retreated to the back of your mind. “Open wide, babygirl.” You instantly gagged as he shoved his half hardened cock into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and keeping it there until tears ran down your cheeks. “That’s right, take my fuckin’ dick.” He groaned loudly, his thrusting slowing and becoming shallow as his cock hardened fully, which finally allowed you to catch your breath. But that didn’t last long.

Jonathan grabbed you by the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in the roots of your hair and brought you up to kiss you roughly. You felt his growls reverberating in your mouth as he kissed you, if you could even call it that. He was trying to swallow you whole. “Bedroom. Now. Take off your clothes on the way.”

Your nipples instantly hardened in the cool air conditioned room, taking a seat on the end of your bed as Jonathan came not far behind you, his shirt and jeans already discarded, his cock bouncing out of its confines. “Lay down. Spread your legs.”

You shivered as Jonathan ran his hands up and down your calves, the cold metal of his wedding ring raising goosebumps all over your body and causing a pit to form in your stomach. Of all the times you fucked each other, why now of all times were you feeling like you couldn’t handle the thought of him still devoted to Mira?

You cried out as Jonathan roughly slapped your cunt, running his fingers along your folds briefly before scowling down at you. “I thought I told you, you better be wet by the time your clothes come off? What part of that wasn’t clear, huh?” He scolded, dryly thrusting his fingers into your tight entrance without caring about your pain. “Aw, does that not feel good?” He teased maliciously. “Well maybe it would feel better if you had done like I asked. Now what I’m about to do won’t feel good at all. But maybe that’s what you want, huh? You want me to hurt you? That can be arranged.”

Your eyes widened as Jonathan hovered about you, lining up his dick with your cunt, spitting down on his dick to use as his only lube. “No wait, ah-!” You cried as he inserted himself into you with no prep, no foreplay, no time for adjustment.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Even with you rejecting me, your pussy feels so goddamn good.” He growled, thrusting into you hard and deep, no matter how much you protested and begged for him to let you adjust. Compassion just wasn’t in the cards for you tonight.

You reached down to rub your clit, just to at least try and force your body to create its own lubricate, but Jonathan slapped your hand and pinned them both above your head. “Jonathan, please, it hurts…” You hiccuped, trying to stifle your cries but failing miserably.

Jonathan first responded by slapping your face, a vice grip on your throat and cutting off your oxygen before responding vocally. “You filthy bitch, eight inches of dick ain’t enough for you, huh? Any woman would be thrilled to be fucked by me, but no, you have to complain. Fine, whore, I’ll give you what you want.”

Jonathan traveled down your body, diving face first into your pussy, focusing in on your clit ruthlessly. You whined loudly, instinctively trying to close your legs around his head but your efforts came up short. “Happy now, bitch?” He mumbled against your cunt, his tongue so expertly giving that it caused so much overstimulation. He scoffed incredulously as you begged him to slow down, sitting on his knees as he looked down on your tear covered face with disdain. He looked exhausted with you, his eyebrows furrowed and angry huffs escaping his lips.

You gasped as he suddenly flipped you over on your stomach, raising your hips up and pushing your head down against your pillow. You moaned painfully as he entered you from behind, shivering as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “No more accommodation. Now, I just fuck you and you take it. Understand? Not a single complaint outta you.”

The cries of anguish quickly turned into moans of pleasure thanks to the new angle. You wanted to hate him, so badly, but his cock was finally hitting all the right places and your clit calmed down from his tongue beating. “Oh, yeah!” You cried out, the tip of his cock hitting against your sweet spot over and over again, the grunting and growling from Jonathan making your clit throb for attention.

“Slut’s finally enjoying herself, huh? Good girl.” He growled slowly, his hands surely leaving bruises from the vice grip he had on your hips. “Such a pretty girl, such a pretty pussy, clenching around my cock so well. Aw, yes, fuck!” He moaned, taking advantage of the angle to slap your ass a couple times.

“Jonathan, can I touch my clit, please?” You whined, already feeling so close but so scared he’d stop.

“Good girl, asking for permission. Yes, sweetheart, rub your clit for me.”

You gasped loudly as your fingers came into contact with your throbbing nub, rubbing it in tight circles, trying to patch the pace of Jonathan’s thrusts. “S-So…close…” You stuttered, crying and moaning absolute gibberish that even you couldn’t understand.

“Come, my little slut. Let me feel how much you love this cock.” He picked up his pace, thrusting into you faster than what should be humanly possible, only amplifying the sensations and fack tracking your orgasm. Hitting you like a train, you let out a loud broken groan that felt like it damaged your vocal cords, but the intensity of the orgasm was so great you didn’t even care. All you focused on was how incredible you felt. “Yes, baby, yes. Feels so good.”

But even after you had what must’ve been one of the best orgasms of your life, Jonathan never slowed his pace. He kept pistoning into you like his life depended on it, and it was so overwhelming. You didn’t know if you could handle it. “Oh, fuck!” You yelped, trying so hard not to beg him to stop.

“Yeah, take it.” He growled, pulling you up by the roots of your hair to bite down on your shoulder hard. “Take it like the good little slut you are.”

You couldn’t stop yourself. “Jonathan, slow down, please.” You whimpered, his cock hitting your cervix over and over, the sensation making you feel like it was going to kill you. “I can’t…” You cried, tears flowing freely from your eyes.

Jonathan only chuckled darkly, not letting up in the slightest. “Not yet, pretty girl. I still haven’t come.”

It felt like an eternity before you felt Jonathan’s cock twitch inside you, his brutal thrusts stilling and feeling his warm cum shoot in you. Before, you loved the feeling, but now it just felt like a curse.

You winced as Jonathan pulled out of you, collapsing on your bed beside you with a satisfied sigh. You carefully turned yourself over, your legs shaking at just the slightest movements. You awaited his check ins, the ones he always did after a rough session. It wasn’t too compassionate or empathic, just a simple “are you okay?” would be enough for him. But that never came, maybe he forgot or maybe he was too fucked out to remember.

You hated it, but you teared up again and he wasn’t even gone yet. You didn’t even know how to bring it up, so you just went ahead and said it. “I can’t do this anymore.” You managed to whisper.

“What?” Jonathan asked in confusion, turning on his side to look at you. “What are you talking about?”

You sat up as best you could, leaning up against your headboard with him following, wiping away the stray tears that had fallen. “This, Jonathan. I can’t do this. Whatever this is between us. I just…I can’t.”

Jonathan scoffed. “Whatever this is? Y/n, we both agreed that this wasn’t anything. Just sex. It’s not my fault you’ve caught feelings. You shouldn’t punish me for it.”

“This is exactly why I can’t do it anymore, because of that exact agreement. In the beginning, it was so…nice. It was fun. But Jonathan you’ve…you’ve changed. I only know what you share with me, but I can tell your divorce with Mira is changing you.”

“Separation.” He corrected, making you roll your eyes.

“You say her name while we fuck, Jonathan. You’re still hurting and you’re taking it out on me now, and I don’t think that’s fair either. This used to be an outlet, but now it’s just torture for me.”

“Well, maybe you should’ve thought about this possibility before you let me fuck you, don’t you think?” He seethed, clenching his fists and keeping still against the headboard. You both stayed in a tense silence before he sighed. “I thought…I thought this would help me get over Mira, come to terms with it better. But clearly, this hasn’t worked.”

“You think?” You chuckled weakly, not even bothering to wipe away your tears anymore. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“I’m sorry, Jonathan, but,” You exhaled shakily, “I think it’s for both our sakes that this ends. It’s not healthy. Never has been. I don’t want to hate you. I don’t want you to hate me.” You looked over at him and the scene shocked you. He had tears running down his cheeks too, and it somehow made you feel even worse.

“All this time…I’ve been turning into the person I didn’t want to become most of all. I’m turning into her.” He sniffled, angrily rubbing his tears away. “God, what is wrong with me?” You didn’t have an answer to that, but you didn’t want him to feel alone, despite all he’s done to you. You grabbed ahold of his hand gently, rubbing your thumb over his bruised knuckles. “I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t mean much right now, but I am.”

“I know…” You whispered, pulling Jonathan into a hug, gently tugging on his hair as he sobbed in your arms. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay…”

“You’re right. You didn’t deserve this. We can’t let this go on any longer.”

You knew you shouldn't have forgiven him so easily, and you didn’t at first. But he seemed genuine in his apology, and he left you alone after that night. It was a difficult process. You didn’t know if you’d survive a week, but you persevered. Every day made you aware of new struggles. You had to avoid every place you had ever been with him. Even your own apartment felt wrong to live in. Everything was tainted. Every part of yourself you could associate it with your time with Jonathan. 

Your body still craved him.

You still loved him.

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Please please please, if you are or ever find yourself in this type of situation, don't be afraid to reach out for help. There are so many people that love you and want what's best for you. It may feel like you can never escape, but that's not true. You are strong, you are capable, you are more than your abuser, you can overcome, you can heal. You deserved to be loved.

Flickering Lights That Keep You Alive

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by anon. As you guys may have noticed, I normally use “You” in my fics, but I’m gonna switch to third person for this one, just because it made more sense. I had a blast writing this. My feelings are all over the place lol Enjoy!

Gally didn’t know where he was. His head was coursing with buzzing static, his body feeling unnaturally heavy, like he was slowly being crushed under a pile of bricks. He couldn’t even tell whether he was holding onto whatever little speck of life he still had in him or just slipping further into death’s waiting arms. If it was the latter, then dying was a much longer process than he’d ever imagined.

Through a brief glint of consciousness behind his closed eyes, Gally wondered if he was still on the floor of that bloodied lab, alone, barely breathing and likely living out his final seconds.

However, the voices that vaguely reached his ears like a distant hum quickly made him realize that he was definitely not alone.

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