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“Tell me how sorry you are for making me do this to you.”

bf!Xaviersobased x gf!fem!reader - smutshot

content info: 18+, mdni, afab/fem!reader, smut, p in v, slight daddy kink, slapping, established relationship

authors note: idc if this sucks smb needed to write for xav frl

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Really? This how you feelin? You bat your eyelashes, maintaining that look of faux innocence, almost playing dumb. “I don’t know why you're making such a big deal out of this; it’s just a stupid picture.” A stupid picture. He could almost strangle you. You can feel his glare on your body. His eyes, once doting and warm, are now cold as the arctic tundra. You both know you fucked up, you just can’t find it in yourself to admit it.

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The quiet of the room makes everything ten times tenser than it already is. “You fuck that nigga?” The silence shatters, and his words cut like knives straight through your back. How could he? Sure, you’d messed up a couple of times before, but you would never cheat on him–he knows that. Or at least you thought he did. “Excuse me?” You finally bridge the gap between the two of you. “You know you fucking heard me.” His hostile attitude finally makes you snap, “You know what your problem is? You’re an insecure little bitch that can’t stand the thought of me having fun without you.” You’re in his face now, and you can smell him. The backwood pinging your nostrils. You wait for him to say something. Anything. Inhaling his exhales like you're trying so hard to read his mind. “Oh, really?” his eventual remark almost turned you mental. You hated when he did that quiet thing. “Fuck you,” you spit out. But as you turn to walk away from him, something gets the best of you. Words forcing their way out of your throat. “And what if I did fuck him? It’s not like you have any time for me anymore anyway.”

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For the first time all night, you see him finally drop the nonchalant act. You knew he was mad before, but now you swear you can hear his teeth grinding against each other. For a while, you two just stand and stare at each other. You watch his eyes twitch every couple of seconds and the way his fingers flex. To be honest, you were a little scared, but unfortunately for you, pride is your vice. “C’mere.” You let his words settle in the air but remain quiet where you stand. “Come here.” You heard him the first time you, but don’t want to give in, still attempting stoicism. “Either you come here, or I come over there, and you won’t like it if I come over there.” Your legs go to jelly, and all your witty little comebacks get caught in your throat. You slowly step towards him, trying to pretend like his eye contact isn’t making you weak. Standing face-to-face with him makes your heart flutter a little. You try to look around, unable to hide how his gaze is affecting you. A loud “tch” sound shows his annoyance towards this. When you finally build up the courage to say something to him, you feel a soft but sharp force smack your left cheek. He slapped you. Not so hard, but still enough to make your head fuzzy.

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You blink up at him, lips parted in a delicate, lambish manner. He immediately goes to soothe the ache, caressing his hand over the stinging skin. You feel him slowly drag his thumb from your cheek to your bottom lip, stroking it before sliding his finger in. You instinctively close your lips around it and eagerly wait for what he’ll do next. “You know I don’t like doing that to you.” You feel his finger gently thrusting in and out of your mouth, lightly gagging you with his thumb. Saliva starts to pool around the base of his hand as he starts to drag the finger out of your mouth leisurely. You catch the tip of it in between your teeth before he can pull it out all the way. “Nasty little slut.” you hear him mutter under his breath. You open your mouth fully, releasing his thumb. All of a sudden, he steps forward and starts to walk past you. Confused, you turn to follow after him, but he just grabs your bicep and pulls. “Wait!” you yelp out as your slippers drag across the hardwood floors. “You wanna act all bad, I’ll show you bad.”

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After a few steps, you two end up inside your bedroom. He finally lets go of your arm, but only to then grab your hips, thrusting you onto the bed. You watch as he starts to unbuckle his belt, your LED lights making his big buckle sparkle. You watch how he takes the long piece of leather and wraps it around his hand. He pulls his shirt off, then he slowly starts to unbutton his dark jeans. You almost drool when he pulls them down, revealing the stiff, throbbing bulge underneath his boxers. He runs his hand over it, staring at you as he rubs himself. Your eyes follow his fingers as he hooks them under his waistband, tugging his underwear all the way down. His pretty dick springs out with a soft “fwap.” You can’t help but notice the way it bobs up and down as he makes his way onto the bed, caging you underneath him. He doesn’t say anything to you; he just tugs off your flimsy pajama shorts and throws them across the room. “Flip over,” you do as he says, yanking off your tank top in the process.

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| 𝐞𝐱!𝐱𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐱 𝐞𝐱!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : when it became obvious xavier was putting his music before you, you two got into a heated argument and spent some time apart. but he comes crawling back to your doorstep when he realizes it's impossible for him to live without his girl.

| 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i still haven't finished the whole story so for now i'm gonna post what i have and if u guys enjoy this ill finish it, Imk in the comments!! 🥹

It’s been around a month since you and Xavier’s argument. You didn’t necessarily break it off, but you two haven’t spoken to each other since then.

It all started because you were upset with the lack of attention he was giving you. The late responses when you texted his phone, him leaving you all alone at night as he attends house parties—claiming it’s just promotion for his music, and the endless nights he spends at the studio without letting you know.

It was all getting exhausting, making you feel unwanted. When you finally brought it up to him one night at his apartment that you’ve been feeling this way, it didn’t work out as you planned.

“Y/n….” He started with a sigh, as if this was hurting him more than you. “I’m tryin’ my best here baby.”

“No, you're not Xav, you don’t spend time with me anymore, you leave me by myself all fucking night!”

He brought his hands up, dragging his fingers along his face dramatically. “I can’t help it if I’m busy… I told you I’m tryna to focus on my music.”

His expression showed that he couldn’t be bothered, not even making an effort to understand where you were coming from. If anything, he sounded more and more irritated, so you gave up.

You threw your hands up and let them fall to your side in defeat, letting out a scoff.

“Okay… to me it just sounds like I’m holding you back, so maybe we both need a break — alright?”

That was the last thing you said before grabbing your purse and leaving.

“Mami…” He called out desperately as he watched you walk out.

Fast forward to now, soft knocks on your front door filled the silence in your apartment. You walked through the hallway in confusion, not expecting any guests.

When you opened the door, you were greeted with a familiar face, it was Xavier.

He stood there with an awkward smile on his lips, carrying beautiful flowers in one hand, ones he knew were your favorite—and a stupidly cute teddy bear in the other.

You rolled your eyes, and before he could utter a word, you attempted to slam the door in his face, clear that you weren’t in the mood for this today.

However, your attempt quickly backfired when his hand slammed roughly against the door before you could even react, stopping any movement it had once had.

“I know what you're gonna say… and m’sorry ma, I miss u so fuckin’ much.”

He says with pleading eyes, willing to do anything you asked in this moment just for you to accept his apology, prepared to drop to his knees if you said the words.

You stared into his eyes, contemplating, even though there was nothing to think about—because you knew deep down you missed him too… badly.

“You hurt me… y’know that?” You started, “Just pushing me to the side like that—it didn’t feel good.”

A soft frown grew on his face, his eyebrows curving upside down, as if it pained his heart to hear you say that, which it did—he felt stupid. “I know princess…” He said before walking closer, giving you no space as he towers over you.

“I fucked up… and I wanna make it right between us. I need you by my side.” His head leaned against the doorframe, like a lost puppy begging to come back home.

As much as you didn't want to, you couldn't help but smile at the sight. “I hate you.” which was all he needed to hear before he stepped inside, closing the door behind him as he smiled ear to ear like a toddler.

He didn’t waste a moment to pull you into a kiss, missing the sensation of your soft lips against his and the adorable shape of them he loved dearly.

One thing led to another, and you found yourself straddling Xavier on your bed, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss that felt like a reunion after years apart.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 : @sweet2sin @vanillasmoochs @gabisohot

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Title: That Motorbike Ride

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/79400336

Creator: lefemmerouge2 @lefemmerougewriter

Work Type: fanfic

Fandom: Tomb Raider: The Legend of Lara Croft, Carmen Sandiego, Tomb Raider & Related Fandoms

Rating: teen

Pairing: Lara Croft & Carmen Sandiego, Julia "Jules" Argent/Carmen Sandiego, Lara Croft/Samantha Nishimura

Word Count: 960

Warnings: Injury

Number of comments threads: 1

Completion Status: complete

Short summary/description: An international thief named Carmen Sandiego and a buff woman named Lara Croft, who raids tombs, go on a ride on Carmen's motorbike together. Even though both have women they love, as the ride continues, each one starts to experience feelings for the other, although they do their best to hide their affections from each other.

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