#If he just forgave me for hitting him once

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So I finally started to play Dark Souls recently and

#black knights are kinda... um uhhh.. cool #A neutral man was accidentaly killed with me by skeletons bc I confused him with a necromancer and hit him #If he just forgave me for hitting him once #guess bald people in dark clothes aren't safe with me in a catacombs #dark souls #black knight #armor #lodium stuff

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should’ve told me | l. at

fwb!fratboy!anton x fem. reader | 6.1k words

my anton anon’s this one is for y’all

contains: friends with benefits, reader denies feelings, pining, love confessions, unprotected sex

you kept anton around for longer than you should have. you’re grown enough to admit that you should’ve let him down easy a long time ago, probably after the first time you hooked up. 

it was as innocent as any hookup could be, one thing leading to another once you and anton were done with your class project. he had pleasantly surprised you with how smart he was. when he wasn’t surrounded by his stupid fraternity brothers he was also pretty sweet. and he was tall, with a pretty smile that took up his whole face. he ended up in your dorm and it was just the two of you, and you hadn’t touched anyone intimately in a long time. when he pressed his body close to yours and you felt his strong broad chest he covered up with hoodies you didn’t stand a chance. you fucked anton on your tiny twin bed, the cheap wooden frame creaking underneath your shared weight. 

the worst part was that he was so good at fucking you. it was truly always the quiet and shy ones. the same anton whose face went all red when he had to talk in front of the class pressed your body deep into the mattress and left marks all over your neck. the same anton that had to join a fraternity to make friends was incredibly bold, his sweet voice telling you how wet and tight you were. but he was sweet nonetheless, saying gentle praises when he hit a spot deep inside of you and shyly admitted that he had thought about what you would feel like wrapped around him.

although his words were sweet, his actions were rough from the strength and size of his body. when he bent his legs while chest to chest with you he unknowingly pushed your legs upwards, almost making your knees touch your stomach. you moaned while taking it all, loving the feeling of anton accidentally manhandling you. anton didn’t know how strong he was until he flipped you over with ease, apologizing in your ear for surprising you. you immediately forgave him, even taking the extra step to tell him he can do whatever he wants to you. what he wanted was to make you cum over and over again until you were near tears.

you two spent the next couple hours going at it, both of you missing your last classes for the day. when anton finally finished on your ass the sun was setting, bathing your tiny dorm room in sunlight. anton’s hot pants fanned your ear while the sun continued to set. you wanted to see his face, see if he still got shy right before reaching his peak, or how the sun would light up his brown eyes. when he pulled out and jerked himself off over you, you craned your neck to try and see him. all you got was a view of his toned stomach, his muscles tensing underneath the taut skin. you had to settle for the sound of anton’s quiet whimpers and the feeling of his hot cum on your ass and thighs. you were nearly out of it yourself, two orgasms deep before anton let himself go.

anton came to his senses quickly and apologized for the mess he made. his stamina seemed to double yours, getting control of his body fast while your limbs still felt like jelly. he got down from your loft bed, going over the side instead of wasting time with the stairs. he came back quickly with paper towels and a cold water bottle from your mini fridge. he cleaned you up while you drank the water, hoping your roommate took notes for you in class.

when anton was done he pressed kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder blades. he had gone back to his shy and reserved self, nothing like the man that was fucking you into your mattress or jerking himself off over your ass a few minutes prior.

“did you cum?” anton asked quietly.

anton was too cute for his own good. you turned around to see anton sitting at the end of your bed looking at you expectantly. his face lit up immediately when you told him yes, and when you told him you finished multiple times it looked like his head was going to explode. anton closed the space between the two of you, kissing you on the lips. it caught you off guard, a passionate kiss on the lips being the most intimate thing you’ve done all day. when you pulled back, anton did too.

“i’m sorry.” anton said immediately.

you shook your head and smiled at anton. 

“just surprised me is all.” you said.

you could tell anton wanted to kiss you again. but you sat on the other end of the bed, trying to figure out why your heart was doing backflips now. you were saved by the custom ringtone of your roommate calling you.

you looked away from anton’s flushed face and his swollen lips, letting him catch his breath while you answered the call.

“hey yunjin.” you said. 

you motioned for anton to get off his bed and he did so immediately, handing you your clothes. he was moving frantically for some reason, much more rushed to get dressed than you were. 

“do you have a guest over?” 

her voice over the phone was high and flirtatious. yunjin knew who it was too, the shy boy in your class you always said hi to when you passed by him.

“why? are you at the dining hall?” you asked. 

you threw on your shirt without bothering to put on a bra. it was cold enough you’d be wearing multiple layers anyway.

“heading over there now. i’ll meet you there?”

you could hear the shuffling of people and yunjin putting her stuf faway. you must’ve barely missed class being dismissed. you quietly thank anton for handing you your underwear and pants off the floor. you pressed the phone to your ear using your shoulder while you put your pants back on.

“okay. i’ll see you in a little bit.” you said.

there was silence only for a moment on the other end of the line. you could practically see yunjin on the other end of the line with a smug look on her face while she exited the classroom.

“oh and tell anton i said h—”

you hung up before yunjin could finish her sentence. you could see her loudly laughing to herself in the hallway. 

you let your phone rest on your chest a moment before looking down, seeing anton fully dressed with his backpack slung over a shoulder. you got down from the bed yourself, feeling his hand on your back as if you hadn’t gone down the ladder a million times before. 

on your way to your door you felt anton trailing a little too close to you. when you made it to the door you put on a pair of slip ones, watching anton watch you. you smiled again, the way he was trying to be so inconspicuous about it all.

“what’s so funny?” anton asked shyly. 

he smiled big at nothing, giving you an eye smile while you put on your shoes.

“you’ve been jumpy ever since we did it. i feel like you want to ask me something.” you said. 

you grabbed your jacket off of the coat hanger by the door and slip it on. you stuff your phone, wallet, and keys into the pockets, checking that you have everything. anton still stares at you, trying to find the words to talk to you.

“do you want to eat at the house?” anton asks.

you raise your eyebrows at anton asking you to come over to his frat house before opening the door. anton shakes his head quickly, realizing it could be taken a different way. he’s goes back to following behind you in the small corridor of your dormitory. he readjusts his backpack as he leans his body forward, a height advantage so he can be closer to your ear.

“maybe we could talk about what just happened.” anton says quietly.

you remain silent while you walk through your building. anton follows you through the twists and turns of the hallways. when you make it to the elevator anton stands behind you, rocking on his heel while you continue to say nothing. 

when you make it outside the building you pull anton to the empty outdoor area that surrounds your building.

“i’m not hanging out with you at your frat, anton.” you say.

you tried not to sound too harsh, but you saw anton’s face flash with pain. his hand tightened around the strap of his backpack while he started looking everywhere else but at you. 

you thought it would be a one and done thing with him. you knew how frat boys got down, fucking girls once and then ditching them. the reputation of his frat brothers reputations preceded them, but it seemed like anton was different. maybe that’s why you told him that you wanted to sleep with him again. you kissed him on the cheek and said you wanted to see his face next time, leaving him alone in the courtyard of your building before heading to the dining hall. 

you had said those words to anton only in hopes to stun him long enough that you could walk away. but as the week went on and you thought about how he felt against you, you caved. you couldn’t stop yourself from hitting up anton again. you texted anton during class as he zealously took notes.

hey.

you watched him continue to write on the paper, alternating between looking at the board and his composition notebook

yunjin is sleeping at her boyfriends place tonight

ill be all alone :(

you loved the rush you felt seeing anton peak at his phone underneath the table. when he saw the text his eyes scanned the classroom until he found you. you smiled at him and waved, giving him your most innocent look. anton dropped his pencil on his notebook to put both of his hands underneath the table to text you back.

you don’t talk to me for a week but you hit me up for sex?

anton tucks his phone back into his pocket before going back to look at the board. he puts his head in his fist, facing his head away from you.

isnt that what this is

anton stayed in the same position, not looking at his phone.

pleaseeeee antonnnnnn

anton went back to his phone and you could see his shoulders slightly raise. he must’ve been laughing at your pain and desperation.

anton didn’t reply to your text but when lass dismissed he approached you after throwing everything into his backpack. you stay seated at your desk, looking up to anton who stands on the other side. he looks the same as he did outside of your courtyard, a single strap of his backpack over his shoulder.

“you wanna walk together?” anton asked.

anton hated that you didn’t want more from him. but he loved the way you smiled at him from your seat and the way you bounced happily all the way to your apartment with him standing behind you. he loved when you grabbed his hand once you entered the safety of your dorm room, and how you rode him on the beanbag next to your bed. anton loved that you couldn’t even wait to get him on your bed and how you became a babbling mess above him. the night ended with anton fucking up into you while he easily held your hips in place. anton loved looking at your face the most, and then feeling your sweaty body slump against him when you were all spent. anton wrapped his arms around your body and continued to fuck you until he was spent. he asked you if you wanted to go to the dining hall after you got dressed, or go on a walk with him. you looked at anton like he was crazy before crawling up to your bed, saying you were tired.

you wanted to use sex with anton as a treat, only having him after a stressful week or when you did really well on a test. but anton became an addiction neither of you wanted to handle. at your worst you were calling him everyday, asking if he could swing by your dorm to help you with something while yunjin was out. that something was the aching between your thighs, and you found out early on that anton was the only one who could satiate you. 

anton hated that you only wanted him for sex. if he had told any of his fraternity brothers they would’ve been confused. having no strings attached sex with a beautiful girl was an ideal situation. but anton wanted more. he wanted to hold your hand in public and walk around with you on campus. anton knew that you were focused on school, and him confessing feelings would complicate your situation, or worse lead to you calling your arrangement off completely. so anton settled for being there when you needed him, responding to your late night texts by knocking at your door in just gray sweatpants and a hoodie. he settled for abiding by your stupid rules, and he settled for giving you dick whenever you asked, whether it was a quickie before your roommate got back or a large warm hand over your clothed pussy while you studied in the library. it wasn’t all anton wanted, but he reveled in the fact that in those moments you only thought of him.

anton swore he could see you slowly getting attached too. sometimes when he’d come into your dorm you’d get on your tiptoes to kiss his nose sweetly, or throwing on his hoodie after sex like you didn’t have clothes of your own. he loved seeing you in his clothes and he knew you loved it to some degree too, stealing a few of his hoodies to keep in your closet. 

you remember when you started craning your neck so anton could kiss your lips during sex. you were the first one to set the boundary to avoid kissing on the lips, too intimate for just being sex buddies. but he had you in missionary and made you feel so full. anton found his way around the kissing rules by pressing his lips to your cheek and forehead before going to your neck. anton found out that sucking on your neck made your mind short circuit, making you completely forget that he was breaking the rules you set. but you were the one that pulled anton’s head from the crook of your neck when he pushed into you slowly.

“kiss me anton.” you whined.

anton wasted no time making out with you while thrusting into you slowly. your spit tasted almost as sweet as your slick and anton spent the rest of the night trying to memorize how your mouth felt. he didn’t know when he’d get another chance to kiss you like this again.

honestly, it was cruel how you kept him around without telling you how you felt. you figured that if you spent enough time ignoring your feelings for anton they’d subside, and maybe he’d stop liking you too. neither of you talked about how you begged for his kisses last night, but he didn’t care as long as you kept letting it happen. 

it had been three months since you started your arrangement with anton. three months of him chasing after you and three months of you ignoring him and your own feelings. anton stopped answering to your texts as often and he stopped asking you to hangout outside of sex. you  knew that anton was losing interest and it made you panic. you hated to admit that you would miss more than just sex if he stopped talking to you. so your dynamic had change over time. it was you showing up to anton’s door late in the middle of the night now. 

when anton opened the door you gave him your brightest smile, trying to get the same one back. you felt your heart drop when he only gave you a small one back, making enough space for you to come inside the frat house. when you tried to give anton a kiss on his cheek he turned away, walking up the stairs to his room. now it was you that trailed behind anton with a white knuckle grip on your overnight bag, feeling like you weren’t wanted. anton was still sweet to you, moving behind you to lead you to his room like you had forgotten.

anton was still a really good host, he made sure to clean his room top to bottom each time he knew you were coming over. he put on quiet music for you and ambiance lighting, a warm and dim orange light to not be too presumptuous. anton was confusing to you, the way he seemed like he didn’t care but was nicer to you than you were to him.

anton had made his way to the couch in his room, sitting right in the middle. you dropped your bag and took of your shoes, walking to stand in front of him. anton went into his seat further, leaning his head to rest on the back of the couch. anton had a hand on his thigh and the other along the back edge of the couch as he looked up at you. he was so nonchalant you felt yourself scrambling.

“i missed you.” you said. 

you reached out a hand to him but anton didn’t grab it, only rubbing up and down his thigh. 

“you could’ve said hi to me in class.” anton said calmly.

it was true. you both knew it was. but you had to keep up appearances and for some reason pretend like you didn’t spare anton a second glance outside of the bedroom. anton spread his legs slightly as he settled more into the couch, looking you up and down. with that hat on it was hard to tell what anton was looking at, if he was staring at your face or your body. you bent down until your hands rested on his shoulder, trying to look into his eyes. you took off the hat he wore and anton brought the hand resting on the back of the couch to push back his hair. 

anton stared back at you with a look that made your stomach do flips. anton’s eyes stayed locked on yours, checking for a change in your expression he brought his hand that was on his thigh to your hip, slightly pulling you onto the couch. you straddled anton, hands picking at the material of his sweatshirt. now that you had seen the body underneath the sweatshirts you felt yourself going a little crazy, especially how he wore nothing underneath. you could see his collarbone, dressed with a fading pink mark from the last time you two met up. you continued to fiddle with the fabric of anton’s sweater, waiting for him to say something to you. you found yourself driven by his voice in bed lately, the way he would softly guide you through the motions or tell you sweet things. one of your hands drifted down his body, resting over his hand on your hip.

“i’m taking bahiyyih to the social.” anton said. 

you had to control your expression, hiding the twinge of pain you felt at the thought of anton with another girl. the fact that he said it so casually made it hurt even more. you knew you didn’t have the right to be mad—it made sense. bahiyyih was in the sister sorority and you had declined anton’s invitation. but you thought it meant he would go alone, just like he did for the last social. now he was going with a girl that could possibly have a crush on him. you bit back the jealousy, bringing anton’s hands that were on your waist to the buttons of your shirt. 

“she’s a sweet girl.” you say after clearing your throat. 

anton hums in agreement as he undoes your buttons. he looks at your shirt, more and more of your skin becoming exposed to him. he wished that he was going with you, only asking bahiyyih after he was pressured into finding a date. you were right, she was a sweet girl. but she wasn’t you.

when your shirt was off you noticed that anton didn’t help you out of it like he usually did. his hands went back to your hips while you shimmied out of your shirt and bra. anton’s eyes that were usually glued to your chest looked at the skin on your neck, running a gentle hand along your collarbone. everything that usually made anton tick wasn’t working, and you could feel yourself slowly going insane.

“take off your pants for me?” you asked.

you hated that your voice sounded meek at the command. anton listened regardless, lifting you and his hips so he could pull his pants down. his dick was still hard as it rested against sweatshirt. you grabbed his length, giving him a few pumps to gauge his reaction. anton did let out a content sigh, but he didn’t look down to see your hand wrapped around his dick. his eyes were scanning your face, his hand going to your face. you awkwardly stand from anton’s lap to rid yourself of your own pants.

anton follows your lead as you situate yourself on his couch. you try to think what position would be best, maybe you shouldn’t see his face tonight. you go on your hands and knees and anton slots himself between your legs, a large hand resting on your ass cheek to spread your folds. you hear anton spit on his length and hear him pumping his dick before he lines it up to your entrance. this is the part where anton would lean over and kiss your shoulder blade, but instead he just slowly pushes himself into you. the stretch with no prep is painful, but you take it anyway. anton barely makes a sound when he is in all the way, only the sound of his breath coming out slightly labored filling your ears. you look behind you to get a glimpse of anton, and he stares at your back. 

“talk to me anton.” you are practically begging him to give you something.

instead he pulls out, of you and sits back on the couch. you turn back around to face him, trying to cover up your body. anton’s face is in his hands as he slightly shakes his head.

“i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.” anton apologizes.

you wish you could disappear.

“did you not like it?” you ask quietly.

“no, i just,” anton looks up from his hands to look at you, feeling genuinely sorry that you look so dejected. ”i just can’t keep having emotionless, no strings attached sex with you.”

“i thought you didn’t like me anymore.” you said

anton looks at you with confusion before shaking his head again.

“i tried to stop it but i can’t,” anton looks for your clothes on the floor of his apartment. he can’t bring himself to look at you, or to outwardly tell you goodbye. “maybe it’s for the better.” he says

“i don’t want to stop being with you.” you respond. 

there is a lump in your throat that materializes out of nowhere, growing in size when you see anton looking for your clothes.

“i can’t do just sex.” anton says back to you. “i need more.”

“with bahiyyih?” you ask.

for the first time in your life, you see anton get visibly annoyed. you randomly mentioning a girl almost has him yelling out loud in anguish. how could someone like you be so smart and so stupid at the same time. his hand goes to his temple to rub it slightly, and he closes his eyes.

“not with bahiyyih.” anton says quietly.

it was in front of your face the whole time, offered to you on a silver platter. you ignored it each time. maybe you didn’t deserve anton. but he was about to leave your life forever if you didn’t do something about it.

“i want more than just sex.” you blurted out. “i want more, too.”

anton’s eyes got wide while he looked to you. he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, how sincere your voice sounded. 

“i like you anton. i don’t know why i’m so scared to tell you.”

anton not saying anything back to you caused your mouth to begin running. you couldn’t stop yourself from being uncharacteristically honest with him. 

you felt stupid until anton held your hands in his, looking deep into your glazed eyes to see if you were lying.

“do you mean it?” anton said simply.

if you said another word, you were sure you would cry. so you nodded your head and closed the gap between you and anton. it was a quick and simple chaste kiss on his lips, but both of you knew what the kiss really meant. the war was over, and your contract of no strings attached was finally null and void.

anton smiled before kissing you the same way you kissed him. anton pecked your lips over and over as he lead you to his hips again. you go back to straddle his hips but anton doesn’t let you settle before he picks you up.

“wanna be my girlfriend?” anton asks.

you smile like an idiot in love and nod your head.

“wanna be my boyfriend?” you ask back.

you can feel the heat on your face as anton nods his head and smiles. he leans into another kiss while smiling, loving the feeling of your lips against his.

anton walks you over to the bed and lays you down on the sheets. the word slides off his tongue perfectly. anton doesn’t waste a second before crawling above you. his hand rested by your head while he hiked one of your legs up. he placed a strong kiss to your lips, one that left you lifting your head so it would take longer to break. anton looked down the space between your two bodies, his dick sitting upright looking for stimulation. anton lowered his body until it was resting on yours, almost crushing you with his weight. he bent his legs until his tip found your founds. 

anton used his dick to shallowly thrust through your folds, loving the sound of slick and his sticky tip interacting. he loved hearing your whines as he teased you, and seeing your squirming hips as you tried to get his dick inside of you. anton kissed your cheek and you only tried to kiss him back a beat later, your mind preoccupied with all the teasing. anton used the arm on your leg to drag you down slightly, bringing your hole closer to him.

“you’re not just saying you like me so i’ll keep fucking you like this right?” anton asked.

you shook your head immediately, heart hurting at the tiny amount of pain you detected in his voice.

“i like you alot anton,” you loved the feeling of the confession rolling off your tongue. you wished you had said it sooner. “i like you so much.” you repeated. 

“good.” he kissed your cheek again. the tip of his dick was prodding at your entrance, and you couldn’t stop pulsing. “can i fuck my girlfriend now?” he asked.

anton asking you something so lewd with the gentle and airy tone in his voice nearly left you in tears as you nodded your head like an idiot. anton pressed a deep kiss to your lips, sticking his tongue in your mouth in the same moment he slid into you. you could barely kiss him back, moaning at how full you felt. you fought to keep your eyes open, loving the view of anton’s large body above you and his big eyes that were full of adoration. you can’t believe you almost let yourself lose him. anton must’ve felt the same, because he pressed his lips to your forehead before going into the crook of your neck. he pulled all the way out and slid back in, so slow you could feel every vein and every twitch of his dick. you walls spasmed around his thick dick, causing anton to groan into your ear when he tried pulling out.

“can you feel me?” anton asked. 

he had a sarcastic twinge to his voice, like you weren’t almost struggling to take all of him. 

“yes,” you pulled back your hips to meet anton’s slow thrusts. “your dick feels so nice.” you whimpered.

“your pussy is wet and tight,” anton licked the shell of your ear before blowing cool air on it. “all for me.”

he pulled his head from your neck to watch himself disappear into your pussy. he pulled all the way out, messing up the tempo he set, all so he could watch it again. anton’s body shivered against yours, you brought your hand to the nape of his neck to play with his hair.

“it’s a perfect fit.” anton said.

he sounded astonished, seeing how well you took him and feeling the sensation of you closing in around him.

”so perfect.” you agreed.

you loved the puffs of hot air you felt on the shell of your ear and your neck, the way it was followed by anton’s tongue licking the area. these were the motions you guys have gone through a million times before, but knowing that anton was yours now and you were his heightened everything.

“i’ve wanted you like this for so long.” anton breathed into your ear. 

“you should’ve told me.” you whined out.

anton’s hair was soft in your hands, his locks tickling your knuckles. you gripped his hair to only lightly tug on it, you preferred just feeling an extension of him in the palm of your hand. anton laughed against your neck, pulling his lips from a forming bruise with a gentle pop.

anton put his arms around your and sat up, bringing your body up with him. he manhandled you into a new position, one where you were both facing eachother and sitting up. you had never seen anton from this angle before, having to lock eyes with him while he fucked up into you slowly. his hand on your side next to your chest helped you stay up in the air so you had to do little to no work. his large hand on your side covered most of the area, his hand accidentally teasing your sensitive nipples. when anton saw your face change from the slight stimulation he experimentally moved his fingers that pressed into your boob. you let out a sigh from the feeling, and anton looked up to you before jutting out his bottom lip.

“why didn’t you tell me?” anton pouted.

you weren’t sure what he meant until he took your entire areola into your mouth. you clenched around him tightly, and he let you set the pace for riding him. feeling anton’s tongue expertly flick over your nipple drove you insane. you were bouncing on his dick faster than you ever had, feet planted on either side of his body to give yourself more leverage. you made sure to not go to high, so anton could keep your tit in his mouth. 

anton loved seeing you bounce on him with a new vigor. he had never seen you perform quite like this when you were only his fuck buddy. but now that you were his girlfriend you rode him with a purpose, and a tiny voice in anton’s head told him that you had to be trying to get pregnant. anton would have to wait to tell you how bad he wanted to give you a child, one with your beautiful smile and personality. he let his teeth graze the sensitive skin of your nipple. you whined and leaned your body back, fingernails digging into the skin of anton’s shoulder.

“so good anton. so good.” you praised.

anton moved to your other breast after wrapping an arm around you to pull you close to him. he needed you as close as possible when you came, and he needed to see your face as he did it. anton separated his mouth from your nipple only to sloppily lick the areola. this was his first time playing with your breasts so extensively and he was already obsessed with it. the way the supple skin melded into his lips and how reactive you were to it. he loved the way you pet his head gently as he sucked on your chest, biting your lip to hold back high-pitched whines when he did something new.

anton reluctantly separated from your chest when he felt your hips begin to slow. you were not an athlete by any means, your legs already burning from riding anton for only a few minutes. luckily, your boyfriend was here for you. so he let you rest on his strong thighs while he slowly pulled back his hips to fuck you slowly again. anton would’ve continued with your fast pace but he needed to bask in the moment, to not get distracted by keeping up the fast speed. 

this seemed to effect you more, making you pull his body into your chest as you moaned loudly. the feeble attempts to be quiet was long abandoned, and anton loved that. he wanted his whole frat house to hear how good your boyfriend was making you feel. he could feel the vibration of your voice through your chest, the sound slightly muffled on one side because of how tightly you were pulling him in.

when you were getting close, you pulled anton from your chest and moved your hands to his face. he looked into your blown out eyes and you looked into his. he ran his tongue over his swollen lips before you let out a prolonged moan.

“anton i’m close.” you whimpered.

only then did anton let himself slam your body down on his. he loved the way your voice shook when he got a little rougher. he was still just as slow as he let out a groan.

“fuck,” anton pulled you back down on him again. “me too.” he grunted.

“can you do it inside?” you asked. 

your voice had gotten quiet and breathy. anton smiled and nodded before kissing your lips. you were too cute when you were shy.

anton brought you down one more time before you crumbled into his arms. you used the remaining amount of your energy to try and overpower anton, needed to feel him fully inside of you while you uncontrollably spasmed around him. you could feel your cum seep around his dick and anton leaned back to watch you swivel your hips trying to get him deeper inside of you. it was pitiful and beautiful, seeing his girlfriend chase her pleasure like that. 

seeing you high off of him made him follow closely after you. anton gripped your ass and panted into your chest while he shot ropes of cum directly into you. it caught him by surprise, it left him a whimpering mess while his head resting on your chest. when you rose your hips to come back down it was his turn to exert his strength, easily keeping you in place while he continued to whine out your name over and over again. you continued to milk him and anton felt like he was cumming for centuries. 

he brought you down with him to the bed, both of you panting. you rested on anton’s chest and felt him squirm underneath you from stimulation as he pulled himself out of you. your hole continued to seize around nothing, still coming down from the high anton brought you to.

the sweat on your chests was cold on your skin by the time you regained your sanity. anton’s hand traced shapes on your back, and you shivered when he lightened his touches more and more. you heard shuffling outside, probably the sound of his fraternity brothers moving around the house. 

you looked up at anton from his chest and smiled when you saw he was already looking at you. he pinched your cheek and you kissed his chin. you moved some of his hair from his face and he kissed your hand once you were done. you sighed contently feeling his body underneath yours, resting your head on his chest to hear his heartbeat.

“so you’re gonna take me to the formal right?” you ask, smiling against his skin.

#requestz #01zfan: anton #anton smut #riize smut

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Hi!! I love your Clarisse fan fics so much <3! I was wondering if you could right one with very very sweet reader being in a straight toxic/abusive relationship and she just takes it but never tells anyone. Her and Clarisse where enemy’s but secretly loved each other. Than one day reader was walking around with a bruise on her face horribly covered in concealer but if you were looking for something you could still see and Clarisse did, but not at first, she was coming up to you to bully you but than she saw the bruise and she got all upset and reader was confused because Clarisse always bullied her. Reader just brushed it aside and walked away but left her dagger at the table, so when Clarisse returned it she saw your boyfriend through the window smacking you in the face and she lost it. She didn’t even knock on the door she just bursted in and she didn’t want to make you upset so she grabbed you boyfriends arm and dragged him out to the forest and beat the living shit out of him. She ran back to see reader and comforted her and it ended up with both of them confessing their love for each other and maybe some fluff or smut towards the end, you choose! 💕💕

Thank you!!

Not talking bout boys

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Daughter of Aphrodite! Fem! Reader

An - yes reader has a bf them being a lesbian in the fic is important side note I have a smutty Abby fic and a cute fic for clarisse coming out on Valentine’s Day so look out for those two

CW - abusive relationships, dyke is used, religous trauma

Everyone knew who you were. You were a beautiful charming daughter of Aphrodite as well as the vice councilor for the Aphrodite cabin.

You were a sweet heart, always being the first to show the new kids around camp, ready to help settle disagreements and you were well known for being someone anybody could come to for relationship advice.

Ironic.

People would often tell you how much they wished they had a relationship like yours. Your boyfriend Logan a son of Athena. Brains and beauty that’s what everyone said about you.

Funny thing about people is that they never saw what happened behind closed doors. You tried not to blame him but it was hard not to.

Laying on the floor of the empty Aphrodite cabin your held yourself up with your hands, your tears dropping on the floor after he hit you, why? It could be for anything today however it was because you wore a too revealing top that attracted attention, attention that Logan didn’t like.

“Really?! How many times do I have to tell you to get it through your dumb fucking head huh?” Logan yelled at you, kneeling down he forced your head up. He glared at you for a moment before letting you go, grabbing you softly and hugging you. “I’m sorry baby” he kissed your shoulder.

“I’m sorry baby you know I don’t like hitting you but sometimes it’s the only thing I can do to get messages across” he frowned gently holding your face, his personality doing a complete 360 from before.

“I know” you whispered. Leaning into his touch you couldn’t help it. Something felt off however, his touch made you feel dirty and guilty, the furthest thing from love yet… yet you still forgave him and felt as though you needed him.

——

Days normally blured together, with mornings going normally with you slowly doing your makeup mainly because you wanted to look your best but also because you needed the extra time to cover the bruises — dozing off you hadn’t realized you used to little yellow concealer to hide the purple of the deep mark.

After about an hour you walked out of your cabin, walking towards the dining pavilion for breakfast. Being shoved to the side you watched as Clarisse softly laughed with her siblings clearly mocking you. “It’s impolite to not say excuse me” you softly spoke fixing yourself shirt.

Turning around she looked you up and down. You felt her gaze linger for a moment before turning more serious. “Go get your share I’ll catch up” she ordered at her siblings. Once they started to leave she harshly grabbed your chin turning it so your cheek was In direct sunlight. “The hell is this” she carefully examined the mark

“Nothing” confused you looked over at her slightly offended by the circumstances. “Besides why would you even care”

“Because I can— How the fuck did you get that bruise on your cheek? Someone deck you or something” she sarcastically laughed. Immediately you shook your head denying it. “No no I uh, I fell”

Clarisse looked down at you for a moment, taking her thumb she caressed the sensitive bruise. “Whatever… just be more careful” she let you go before leaving you alone, irritated and.. flustered?

——

You laid in bed looking up at the ceiling not able to think.

Reaching up to your chest you softly took the cross necklace, something your father had given you before you arrived at camp.

Thinking about your dad always brought bad memories, how he forced you into the church. The snobby kids and the religion forced down your throat. Not allowed to ask questions or question anything. But the thing that stuck with you the most was the treatment of gay people.

You personally had no problem with them, the gods themselves seem to be fine with homosexual relationships but… why did it always feel so weird to you. You knew things were different about you but this time you didn’t mean being a demigod.

The way you viewed your boyfriend vrs well.. clarisse of all people made you confused. When you were with Logan you didn’t feel the same butterflys as silena would constantly brag about getting with Charlie. When you kissed it felt forced, how his hands touched you it make you want to rip your skin out.

But..

How clarisse had grabbed your chin today… you rolled over and silently groaned into your pillow.

Clarisse the same girl that would shove you. The same girl that made fun of your archery skills and called you weak for being kind. The same girl that would gently run a hand around your waist when you were in line for food… clarisse the same girl, who looked at you differently from everyone.

Why did you feel like this, why did she out of everyone make you feel like an idiot, a love sick idiot at that.

You groaned once more into your pillow, not realize how loud you were until one of your sisters threw a throw pillow at your head telling you to sleep.

Laying back down on your back You Just looked back up at the soft pink ceiling. Sure you had always thought women were pretty, and while it was true you found yourself thinking about them how you should think about Logan— there was no way you were gay.. you had a boyfriend you were straight.

A straight girl

A… straight girl

——

A few days had passed.

You had been sitting inside the armory looking around as you waited for your daggers sheath to be repaired. Walking back you bumped into someone.

Before you could fall you felt a strong hand grab your waist, looking up you saw the curly haired girl who haunted your dreams.

“Watch where your going” she pushed you up helping you regain your balance.

You felt your cheeks turn red, “uh thank you” tucked some hair behind your ear embarrassed. Clarisse nodded taking note of your outfit of a camp shirt and shorts. She rolled her eyes. “Yeah whatever”

Charlie had decided to walk over finally “hey, sorry look were a little backed up but I can Promise your sheath will be fixed tonight alright?” He asked, You nodded before you could speak however clarisse scoffed “That’s bullshit, fix her sheath now”

“I just said i couldn’t”

“Whatever we both know it’ll take you five minutes—“

“It’s Fine Clarisse i don’t mind waiting” You looked up at her placing a hand on her forearm.

You smiled at Charlie as you walked out the armory. You left embarrassed by how clarisse had stood up for you, but also how you had touched her and how she allowed it.

Once you were gone Clarisse looked over noticing your dagger laying on the table. She swore you would loose your head if it wasn’t attached to your neck. “Fix her sheath now”

“Cl—“

“Did I stutter?”

——

You found yourself inside the Athena cabin with Logan while everyone else was at the bondfire, his siblings making teasing remarks as they left. He just shook his head before looking back at you. “Hey there sexy” he grinned, you stood between his legs with his hand on your thigh.

You cringed slightly but smiled. “Hey” playing with one of his blonde curls you felt his hand travel towards your ass. You grabbed his hand pulling it away “not today.. please I just really am not in the mood for it”

Logan rolled his eyes dramatically taking his hands off you and turning to face the books on his desk. “Of course” he complained.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked confused crossing your arms. “You know what it means— every-time we’re alone you don’t want to do shit I’m fucking over it, what’s the point of having a girlfriend if she doesn’t even want to make out with you”

“I’m just not that good of a kisser I—“

“Your a daughter of Aphrodite your good at everything love related, know what can you just stop with this bullshit” he stood up aggressively making you flinch back some. “Stop what” you looked down to afraid to meet his eyes.

Logan grabbed your chin harshly forcing you to look at him, it made you think back to clarisse how when she grabbed you it was almost gentle. You looked to the side and for a moment it was quiet, thinking he was done you heard Logan let out a scoff like laugh.

He pushed your head away. “Fuck you”

“What?”

“You know what you fucking slut.” He stepped towards you. “Can’t believe i didn’t realize it sooner” Logan continued to shake his head in disbelief. You tried to stand up for yourself but all you felt was a harsh slap met your cheek not even a moment later.

“Your disgusting, I see how you look at the other girls at camp— clarisse fucking la rue to be specific, I notice how you let your eyes wander on her, I bet you wish she was with you now huh?! I bet you wish she was the one who was kissing you huh?!” Logan tightly grabbed your face once again, tears brimming around your eyes. Trying to shake your head he just continued. “You disgust me- what would your dad think huh? To know his previous daughter was a fucking dyke

Logan jerked your head up forcing you to look at him before he hatefully kissed you.

It felt like forever, until you were suddenly dragged out the cabin. Looking up you saw clarisse having a tight hold on you.

It came back to you slowly, clarisse kicking open the door, shoving Logan into his bunk making him hit his head and now here where she started to take you across the camp

Her firm hold on your hand made you blush. It hurt how much you liked her and how much you knew you shouldn’t.

You watched as she yelled for everyone out of the ares cabin, letting out a string of offensives if anyone had something to say. Once they were gone it was quiet.

Clarisse led you to her bed setting you down gently before taking your face in her hands while examining the condition of you. “How Long” she mumbled.

“2 months after we got together” you quietly replied looking down. Clarisse pulled you into a hug, keeping a loving hold around you.

“I’m going to kill him” she tightened her grasp slightly, pulling away you shook your head “no, please I don’t want anyone knowing”

“Knowing how he treated you like shit”

“Knowing that I’m a fucking hypocrite clarisse!”You yelled, Clarisse kept quiet as this was the first time she’s heard you cuss. “Don’t you get it! How am I supposed to act if people find out that my entire relationship was toxic when im the one person most all people go to for love advice huh?! I’m a daughter of Aphrodite I’m supposed to be the person people admire! Imagine how embarrassing it’ll be to have people know I let my boyfriend hit me! And how the hell am I supposed to face anyone even my own father if they know im..” You choked on your tears leaning Into clarisse crying. She held you close not wanting to let go.

At this point you didn’t want to be anywhere else but in clarisses arms, where you didn’t feel forced or threatened you just simply felt loved.

——

You silently laid beside clarisse, just looking quietly into each-others eyes. Calmed down from your breakdown, You watched as she reached out fixing a piece of hair from your face. “..can I ask a question” she whispered. You nodded leaning some into her touch. “Are you.. are you gay”

After sone silence you nodded once again. “Yeah.. im not sure what I would be but.. I know for a fact I don’t like men” you admitted, a sense of anxiety washed over you. Clarisse continued to hold your face with an unreadable expression. “So a lesbian?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I guess so, I don’t really know much about queer identities anyways..”

“If You don’t like men Why did you bother to date Logan?” Her tone was sweet but confused. You couldn’t help but smile at the well known angry girl was now holding you with such care it made you feel butterflys. “I’m ashamed to be like this.. I’m not supposed to be a lesbian but I… am”

Before you noticed it, clarisse had leaned in kissing you. It was a quick kiss with her pulling away after a second. She muttered an apology while trying to leave, you however grabbed her before you could think bringing clarisse into another kiss, however this time it was longer and loving.

Sitting on your knees with your he daughter of ares fit in an awkward position you still continued to kiss her. Everything from before left your mind, how disgusting it felt up even kiss your boyfriend or now ex boyfriend, all you could think was how much you loved this girl.

Pulling away you kept your face close to clafisse. “I don’t understand.. I thought you hated me”

“Hated you.. really?!” She pushed back fixing her pose to be more comfortable. “I’ve been flirting with you this entire time”

“You Call shoving me around and calling me names flirting?”

“Yeah I—.. Look i don’t know shit about flirting but i thought it clear i liked you”

“No clafisse not at all” You laughed before moving to sit on the girls lap to kiss her. “Whatever it still worked Didnt it! Your here in my bed kissing me”

You lightly hit her with a smile. “I hate you”

“No you don’t” she laughed back kissing your cheek before looking at you, almost like she was trying to prove how much she loved you through just her eyes alone.

———

The following morning you had learned that Logan was currently in the infirmary with a long list of injuries you couldn’t even Name and your new girlfriend clarisse who was now being punished by Chiron. Aswell as the Ares cabin having a new found protective stance on the Aphrodite cabin

——

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[aurorawhisperz]

that’s the thing (e.l)

I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE DRAFT AND LOST THE ASK 😭😭😭 (but here u go anon if u find this 🙏)

contains: swearing, fluff, smut 18+ (oral, fingering, slight overstimulation)

spiderman!ethan landry x fem!reader

based off you’re here that’s the thing by beabadoobee 🙏

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Ethan definitely screwed up.

He swings across the city in tight spandex. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Ethan exclaimed, speedily typing on his phone, but you wouldn’t respond.

Being the friendly neighborhood Spiderman, he always had priorities—but that didn’t stop him from spending time with you. Knowing this, you forgave him every time he’d miss something.

Well, that jinxed it. On the lookout, he had completely forgotten about your date, Ethan—being the dork with the heart of gold, thought this would be the last straw for you.

Ethan often thought about this every time he’d be swinging around New York just to make it up to you. One reason why he’d always make it up to you is because he felt like he should, or must.

The second reason why is because it always ends in something wonderful—whether it’s him sleeping over, or the other way around, or something else that would have the boy completely whipped.

Then he spotted you, wearing his jacket you ‘forgot’ to return. His whole world seemed to stop—that was until he remembered the fact that he left you waiting.

A bunch of people backed away when Ethan took you with him. “It’s the spider dude!” Someone near you exclaimed.

“What? Oh my god!” You exclaim, swiftly sliding your hands around his neck. “I am so SO sorry that I left you waiting, okay? I was on the lookout, I completely forgot about our date, I’m really sorry, I REALLY AM!” He exclaimed, talking fast, then you pointed at a pole that was about to hit his head.

Once Ethan was about to dodge it, it hits the top of his head instead. His grip tightened till he swinged back to your dorm—though weakly.

He yanks his mask off and leans back on your bed.

“Less talking, more swinging.” You sigh, grabbing the sides of his face—then you kissed him, your lips moving in sync. He could taste the fruity lipgloss you had put on. Ethan's eyes widened in surprise as you pulled away. He blinked a few times, trying to process the unexpected turn of events.

Then a smile was on his face, pulling you back. Deepening the kiss.

“Being a superhero’s girlfriend isn’t that hard,” You frown, then he kisses more again before you continue, “But seriously, you have to change out of this shit.” Ethan kept a hand on your waist, “Actions speak louder than words, right?”

You jump as Ethan quickly jumps under your bed, your roommate bursting in. “Hey, I’ll be leaving you alone here for a while since I’ve got somewhere to go.” You nod, then they wave, “See ya.” And leave.

Quickly falling on your bed as Ethan uses his webs to lock the door, “This is really cute,” He holds up your diary, the drawing of Spider-Man you made on a sticky note during a lecture. “Can I keep it?”

“Change first.” He rolled his eyes at your command.

He quickly changed into his normal clothes after slipping off the spandex. “Dammit,” He exclaimed as he checked his backpack for flowers he was gonna give you—there were flowers, but only a few, the petals flying away instantly.

Walking into the living room, Ethan uses his webs to snatch the remote from your hands, “We’re watching a movie, because I have to make it up to you,” Then handing you the somewhat ruined bouquet of flowers. “Eth, you shouldn’t have.” You teased then grabbed his camera from the table.

“Try and take a picture of me holding these, that’s how you can make it up to me.” Ethan takes the camera from you then more words come from your mouth, “Although you’re already here, that’s how you can make it up to me.”

The camera flashes in your face as you cover the lower half of your face with the flowers—then laying down on the couch with Ethan as the movie starts playing.

“You know,” says Ethan, “I’m really glad I forgot about our date today,” You frown, then he chuckles, “It led to this and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You both chuckle at his words then you shower his face with kisses. Ethan quickly pulled you down to kiss his lips. The movie was long forgotten soon after that.

His lips crashed into yours once again, then his nails dig in your thighs as you straddle him.

“Maybe because you knew it would lead to this,” You mumble against his lips, his other hand running down your spine like an instrument. Ethan broke the kiss to move down to your jawline—then your neck.

His hands tapping on your lower back as you pulled away. “You’re a sneaky one.” You pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, then Ethan let out a breathy laugh, “I’m Spiderman, of course I’m sneaky.”

“But I love Ethan Landry more.” Right after Ethan takes quite a few minutes to process your words, he pulls you in by your waist to kiss you once again.

You wrap your arms around his neck as his fingers dig into your hips.

He mumbles against your lips, “I want you,” He starts to smoothly put a little tongue in the kiss, then when your lips part even more for permission, it slips in. You hum against his lips as Ethan slowly grinds into you.

You pull away and smile, he drags his thumb over your bottom lip, you try to kiss him again, but he keeps a hand on your chest to stop you. “Can I go down on you?” The question makes your eyes widen as you turn beet red. Ethan’s stupid puppy eyes made you nod, and the smirk felt good to kiss off.

His arms placed you back on the couch, the needy boy got on his knees. Ethan gives you a deep kiss, then he moves down your jaw, he leaves a mark on your collarbone.

It goes from your chest, to your belly, and he reaches your clothed core. Ethan looks up at you and you lick your lips.

The boy pulls down your panties and starts with kissing your inner thighs. The sneaky little thing was always a tease, it pained you slightly but you know you love him.

Ethan presses a wet kiss to your left thigh, sucking on it. His breath fans over your core and you shudder.

He presses a kiss to your clit, then makes his way down to your entrance—licking up then burying his face in between your thighs. Your back arched at the pleasure.

In the early stages of your relationship, you had always told him what felt good, and he made it feel even better.

Your legs threaten to lock around his head, but his big hands hold your hips down. You were basically squirming, and he was only trying to drive himself away from the spot you wanted him to stay on.

Ethan harshly sucks on your clit, circling it with his tongue. You feel like you’re close, VERY close. Without warning, his middle finger enters you and that makes you lift your head up and whine in pleasure, you could feel him smile against your core.

“God, don’t stop.” You say breathlessly, and while muffled, you could still hear him, “I won’t,” He pulls away with a pop, “Trust me.” He dives right back in as soon as he finishes.

When his ring finger enters, your body felt limp and like everything slowed down for a minute.

The hot feeling down your stomach was heating up.

When his nose bumped into your clit, along with his ring finger entering the chaos, that feeling hit it’s peak.

Though Ethan didn’t stop, he kept lapping up your juices—it felt so overwhelming. Your hips were basically jolting up out of instinct.

You shuddered under his touch, he reaches up for your hand and laces his fingers with yours.

When Ethan finally pulled away, he crawled back on top of you and pushed away a stray strand of hair. He didn’t say anything, he just smiled. You know you’d forgive him for missing a date either way, the only way he could make it up to you is just being there.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips, then he mumbles in between kisses, “I’m not done yet,” Your eyes blink open as he pulls away, the taste of yourself lingering on your tongue. “I wonder how people would feel if they find out their friendly neighborhood Spiderman was a pro at not only superhero-ing, but this.” says Ethan.

You chuckle and pull him back in for another, when he breaks the contact he takes the square foil out of his pocket and smirks at you, then places it on the table next to you both. He tries to kiss you again

You grab it from the table, “I’m not on the pill, babe,” You assure him, he shrugs then takes it from your hand. He sticks the tip of his tongue out when he struggles to open it. You laugh at Ethan, and open it yourself. “I’ll be your walking stick tomorrow,” he whispers to your ear.

You were in for a long night.

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[cypherthesuccubus]

I’m not done with you yet….darling~

Alastor x Reader -Part 3- (NSFW)(MDNI)!!!!

WARNINGS: smut, blood kink, bondage, slight S&M, Dom/Sub, rough rutting, mate marking, leash play/ownership, slight degradation, praise kink, body worship, ass worship, cock worship, she/her pronouns, vaginal sex, creampie, facial

Other Tags: Fluff, Angst

Note: Reader will receive aftercare

Things are getting rather tense wouldn’t you say? Part 3 is finally here! I hope you enjoy this one my darlings! Cause I certainly do~😈

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

It’s been a week in a half since being in the hotel now. I did profusely apologize to Charlie for my behavior that one time I decided to drink. She forgave me of course, and warned me not to do it again if I really want to be redeemed. I felt really bad about doing that to her, but everything is ok with her and me now. I still hung out with Angel and Cherri; I just didn’t join in when they wanted to drink and stuff. They really are really good friends when you get down to it though. Through out these few days I did the best I could by helping around the hotel. Some days I helped Charlie come up with new group activities. There were times I helped Niffty clean and cook; she gave me a lot of cleaning tips and on how to make a mean jambalaya. She cooked that often cause it was one of Alastor’s favorite meals. I didn’t peg Alastor to have a favorite dish honestly, since he pretty much said to me that night he was a cannibal. I’ve been doing my best to avoid him; especially his gaze. Thank god he’s been keeping his distance as well, but every time I enter into a room with him being there; instant red eyes watched me. Observing me. Almost burning holes forever deep into my soul. The air always felt even more static like the longer he stared. There were times I would catch him staring, and he will notice right away. But instead of looking away, he would purposefully lock eyes with me as if to warn me about getting too close. I honestly don’t know much more I can take!! Ever since that talk with Alastor that night; I haven’t been sleeping very well. These dreams would always wake me up in the middle of the night; drenched in sweat and seriously frustrated. They always start with me running from something I couldn’t see; just absolutely terrified. As soon as this thing tackles me to the ground; turning me over while pinning my arms above my head. It gives me a better look of what’s gonna seal my fate.

Everytime I always see Alastor staring down at me. His eyes half lidded; always filled with hunger as his long tongue lulls out his wide, sharp teethed mouth. Licking his lips in anticipation just to taste my flesh. I shuddered every time he lean down to give my neck an agonizingly slow lick. All the way from my collarbone to the lobe of my ear; giving it a nibble. Then he would always whisper into my ear; making the pit of my stomach do loops.

“You will be mine soon….darling~”

Before his teeth would sink into my neck, that’s when I would wake up. I wish these dreams would stop!! Not only do I wake up sweating; having to change my clothes and shower. Every time I pull down my panties; just gooey strings of my fluids connected me to them. How did I get so soaked from almost being eaten?!?! Not only have the dreams and him staring at me been unbearable. There’s been this faint smell that’s been forming since that night we talked. It’s been getting slowly stronger by the day, but at night, it becomes overpowering that I would have to cover my face when walking to my room at night. By then it’s already too late, once that smell hits my nose, I instantly have to change my panties once again. I don’t know where the smell is coming from, but soon enough, I’m gonna find out and put it out at its source; so I can finally sleep in peace for once.

Today started like any normal day. I helped niffty in the kitchen with breakfast again. Today was French toast or Waffles with sliced ham and eggs. Then we had a morning activity added in with the before dinner activity. Charlie wanted to instead having one long activity before dinner; she instead made 2 30 minute activities a day instead. She figured it would make even more incredible progress that way. This morning’s activities was directed around believe it or not. Consent. Her lesson plan was based around the term of consent and how important it is to use and have in our daily lives. Whether you’re asking for someone’s consent about using their car all the way to asking for their consent to having sex as well. She even explained how it’s important with even an already married couple too. Just because someone is married doesn’t mean they will want sex all the time. Even when married or not, always get your partner’s consent before anything. Angel couldn’t resist and added “Consent is sexy~” I couldn’t hold back the giggles with Angel giggling along side me too. Then I started to smell that smell again. It was faint at first so it was easier to push it aside, then it got even stronger after Angel’s comment. I look around the room to see where could that smell be coming from. It felt as thou it was right on top of me. As soon as I thought that I looked behind me and froze. Ruby red eyes looked down at me paired with a very wide grin more sinister than normal. “Good morning my dear~”

(Alastor’s P.O.V)

Her face turns to that deep shade of red once more as she slightly fidgets in place. Being as close as I am right now like this; she almost looks like a frightened and timid little doe. Unsure whether to approach or run away from the hunter. “Good morning A-Alastor.” She spoke with a voice almost as sweet as honey as she twiddles her thumbs nervously. Charlie looks over to us “Oh Good morning Alastor! We just went through our activity’s topic today. It was about consent and how important it is to use it in our daily lives.” I cock my head to the side “Oh I agree wholeheartedly Charlie. Consent is indeed very important.” Charlie smiles and claps a couple of times “I so glad you agree Alastor! See Vaggie I knew having 2 group activities a day would be more effective!” I zone out the idle prattle going on with the other others as I turn my gaze back down to (Y/N). She blushes once more as she locks eyes with me. Breath shaky as she quickly covers her nose. “Please tell me you smell that too Alastor. I have no clue what that is. Is it just me?” I smile even wider as I lean down to her ear “I will only tell you if you do a few….small favors.” She shudders as she speaks softly “F-f-favors?” I brush a stray hair and tuck it behind her ear “Come to my room by Midnight tonight….we’ll discuss terms then.” I stand back up to see her entire face glowing red as she let out a tiny whimper. It took everything in me not to drag her out of here and into my room already.

This entire week and a half was a nightmare for me. As much as I was trying to stay away and not interact with her; I’d still end up running into her one way or another. My usual tricks to help keep my season at bay was not working anymore. Slowly my physical tell tale signs were starting to show itself. First, my pheromones started to trickle out until I couldn’t cut it off anymore whenever (Y/N) was around. When she came close or whenever she was in the same radius as me; my pheromones would go out of control; filling my nostrils until I would have to retreat back into my room. It got really dangerous when we walked by each other in the corridor the other day. She was leaving her room as I was heading to mine. I instantly caught a whiff of her scent when she passed by. It smelled sweet as it clinged to the back of my throat. I quickly made haste into my room in hopes she didn’t know what was happening. Luckily I escaped in time before things got out of hand. The second sign was painfully obvious in which I made sure no one sees it ever. That day catching of catching her savory scent, gave me the most painful erection I’ve ever felt. As I retreated back to the room before she noticed; closing the doors quickly. My breathing became shallow as if I ran all the way here. I look down to see that painful tent I pitched was already leaking through my trousers; which I had dry cleaned that day as well. I touched it slightly; wincing at the pain, I knew it has gotten past the point of no return.

Reliving myself was too painful now, so I have no choice, but to give into my season….and to whom it wants. To whom…..I really want~ I need to prepare if I’m going through with this. I need to properly show her exactly what she’s been doing to me. She. Will. Be. All…….Mine~

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— ADDICTION

GETO SUGURU X FEM! READER

content warning: she/her pronouns, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink, breeding kink, established relationship, jealous! geto, insecure reader, geto is obsessed with his gf and wants to prove it to her, Geto is business man. this is my first time writing smut T^T

never thought my first post on a new account would be smut, this is so bad i’m sorry ToT

Geto knew you were mad at him, he was late two times in the past week to your dates due to being held back by his friends. Not just the typical 20 minute lateness, but the kind of late that had you questioning if he was even coming cause you’ve waited an hour already. The first time you forgave him and he promised to make it up to you, but the second time, you barely said anything which made it very obvious that you were hurt. You were the talker in your relationship and he couldn’t handle the silence from you.

He knew how you hated it when Gojo would suck him into hanging out for another hour, he already has an insane schedule with work and the fact he worked with Gojo made you even more bitter. There’s also the fact that Gojo loves drinking with women who love men like him and your boyfriend. Of course it irritated the hell out of Geto, but it didn’t help that his best friend also happened to be his boss. He spent most of his time thinking about rotting in bed all day with you in his arms (or his face on your tits).

Geto was desperate for you. When he met you two years ago, he was and still is completely enchanted by you. He was 3 years older than you, you had met at your job, at a cafe across the street from his job. He’d come everyday and became your regular who was unable to say anything outside of his order. It was you who made the first move.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” You asked quietly while handing his coffee to him. At this point he had been coming to this cafe for three months and had never brought anyone with him. He smiled before telling you he was single. That day he thanked the universe for divine intervention cause he had foot in mouth syndrome because of how cute your smile was every time you told him to ‘have a good day’. Once you started dating he felt like he was walking on a cloud, your presence drowning him in a bliss he never knew he could feel before.

Then he got swamped with work over summer, and now you were mad at him.

Now he was on his way to pick you up from a girl night with your friends. He walked into the club with keys in hand to see you sitting near the bar with your friends on one side of you and some random guy on the other, talking up a storm with you, before he put his arm on your shoulder.

Geto felt his heartbeat pick up in an unsettling way. He watched as you push his hand off your shoulder and give him a disgusted look and flipping your attention back to your friends. He grinned to himself with pride. As he looked at you he bit his lip nervously before walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. He felt you jump up at first before sighing with relief upon realizing who it was.

“You ready to go baby?” He said, kissing your cheek softly, staring intensely at the guy next to you with dead eyes, watching him shift uncomfortably in his seat. You nod giving him a weak smile, grabbing your purse off your chair and standing up. “Do any of them need a ride?” He asks softly, letting go of you. Now noticing your friend are watching him, some glaring.

“Uh no, their cab is on the way, they live together.” Making him nod and allowing you to say your goodbyes before you head out to his car and head your way home. In silence.

As Geto drives he feels guilt eating away at him. Staring at you every red light he hits. Minutes upon minutes of tension filled air and his gawking.

“Stop staring at me and pay attention to the road.” You spoke suddenly, making lips curl into a grin

“I can’t help it when you look so pretty.” He replies back, watching to turn away from him, making him chuckle at your flustered self. He takes a deep breath and rests his hand on your thigh, softly rubbing your inner thigh with his thumb.

“Look Y/n, i’ve been an ass recently and i’m sorry, you’re my priority and I haven’t been treating you as well as I should’ve and I wanna make it up to you.” He said, his eyes focused on the road as the light was green but his hand remained gently rubbing you, assuring you that you have his attention. “I’m going cut my hours back at the office, hire some new people so i have more time with you princess.” He continued, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze

“I forgive you Geto… it’s just that I really liked you for a long time before we started dating and I just… I get scared sometimes that i’m not enough.” You said quietly, making Geto’s heart twist in his chest. He turns the corner into your neighbourhood, pulling into the driveway and immediately unbuckling once he’s parked.

“Y/n, I promise you are all I want, all that I need, baby I think about you basically every second so please don’t think you’re not enough for me.”

He rests his hand on your cheek before pulling you into a hug. “Y/n… I’m so in love with you, it drives me crazy, ’m so sorry I made you feel like that.” He pulls away and kisses your face, feeling the tears on your face, he gently wipes them away. “I love you so much.” He kisses your lips, this time moving his hand from your check to the back of your neck. He starts off kissing you slowly, feeding into the tenderness of the moment.

As you kiss, he entices a moan out of you, making him eager to kiss you with more passion. Feeling your hands gently tug at his hair tie, letting his soft locs loose, gently running your hands through it, he sighs softly into your mouth as you play with his hair. He bites gently on your lip, using the moment you gasp as a moment to deepen the already intense makeout. He slides his tongue in your mouth, tilting your head back, kissing you with fevour.

“Wanna go inside?” You smile, finally pulling apart.

The second you’re in the house, Geto pushes you against the door, his hands roam from your face, down your body, caressing, groping and toying with you as he kisses you. He slaps your ass, grabbing the fat of it, to make you gasp and giggle before he follows you into your bedroom. Immediately moaning excitedly as you kiss him feverishly. He smiles into the kiss, pulling away, chuckling as your lips try to follow his.

“Can I touch you princess?” Your dark hair lover asks as he hand with the bottom of your dress.

“Please.” He swears your voice alone could makes him hard.

“Please what baby?” He grins, watching your needy expression

He teased you pulling up the front of your dress, his hand quickly cupping your pussy, making you whimper. While one hands on your pussy, the other is on your neck, tilting it to give him access to your neck, biting and nipping at the soft skin. His hand slowly teases your clit through your panties. rubbing your clothed pussy slowly making a wet spot form as he toyed with you.

“You need to use your words princess.” He said into the kiss, smiling at your pouting reaction. “I’ll give you what you want baby, you just need to tell me what it is.”

“Please touch me daddy.” You beg, face down avoiding his gaze. He takes his hand off your pussy, smiling when he wears you whimper. He uses both hands for make you look at him.

“Good girl.” He praises you, kissing you before you can look away.

Geto unzipped the back of your dress, slipping the flimsy straps off your shoulders, letting it fall of you and pool onto the floor. He breaks the kiss, letting you step your dress and sadly your panties. Watching him frown before commenting on how he found them “cute,” watching you roll you eyes at him sarcastically before he pulled you by the waist before leveling himself to your body. His hands made their way to your boobs, leaning his head down to kiss your neck, moving down your soft skin, bringing his face to your tits before he gently pinched your nipple, making you squeak

“Geto, be nice,” you pouted, hands tugging at his hair in retaliation, causing him to smirk.

“Of course I‘ll be nice baby, gonna show you how much I love you.” He replied, continuing kissing your chest. Looking up at you seductively as he sucked on you nipple watching you start to breath heavier, his has travel to you ass, grabbing it roughly.

You feel his long fingers slide down your body, making you shiver as he backed you up onto the bed, making you sit on the edge. He settles between your legs, dragging his finger slowly up your thighs, making you bit your lip in anticipation. He places soft kisses on your thighs, using his hands to feel you up.

“Such a pretty pussy you have for me.” He cooed, finally kissing your pussy softly. Using his hands to pull your hips closer to his mouth. He gave light kisses before they turned into slowly licking up your pussy.

He pulled his shirt off, watching you practically drool over his body making him chuckle. He quickly laid back.

He smirked as he felt you roll your hips into his face, chasing your own high. He laid his tongue flat on your pussy, hands on your ass as he encourages you to ride his face. His nose rubbing your clit as you move your hips pathetically against him. He quickly holds your hips as you whimper loudly, moaning his name out louder and louder telling him how badly you want to cum. He latched his tongue around your clit, sucking intensely as you cum on his face, cover his mouth before he quickly laps it up.

“Oh my god! Ahh— fuck!” You squirmed in his face, hands gripping his hair as you try to pull his mouth off. He continues his assault on your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, feeling your legs lightly tremble around his head, . His grip on you tightens as he moves your hips, making you ride his mouth and nose again. He feels you nails scratch at his scalp, making him groan; the noise vibrating against your pussy as he toys with your wet little cunt.

Geto loved the look on your face as he held your thighs down, securing your spot on his face, viciously devouring you. Your whimpers and moans stir his cock as he detaches his mouth from you, making you cry out.

“Aww, you’re so sensitive princess,” he smiled as he mocked you taking two of his fingers, slowly rubbing ur on your puffy slit. “I’ve only been eating your cute little pussy and you’re all fucked out, how cute.” He purred, using his thumb to rub small but fast circles on your clit, watching you try fighting your upcoming orgasm. He slowly slips is tongue in and out of your hole, before switching with his fingers. He slips his thick middle finger slowly into your tight cunt, while he starts sucking on your clit, feeling you jerk your hips unwillingly every now and then while crying and moaning. He slides in a second finger, picking up the pace as he pumps his fingers in, curving them inside you, hitting your spongy spot. You feel you toes curl as repeatedly thrusts into you. Feeling a cool in your stomach slowly tighten.

One of your hands hit the wall, holding yourself up as your boyfriend continues to lick and suck on you til you cum undone on his face once again. Your legs trembling again, panting as you lean against the wall. “It’s too much daddy,” you breath out, legs shaking around him. He looks at your fucked out face and smiles at you. He taps your thigh, letting you move off his face before he repositions you, spreading your legs. He shifts in the bed, slipping out of his pants and boxers, joining his shirt in the floor before resting between your legs again. He doesn’t even bother opening the nightstand to get a condom. He lifts your legs over his shoulder and leans down, rubbing his long, thick cock along your sensitive hole.

“You wanna cum for me again princess?” He looks at you with his eyes half lidded eyes, his long dark hair framing his face, making him look all the more sexy. You give him a nod and he shakes his head, slowly moves his cock along your pussy, watching your face as you become needy for him to touch you again.

“I wanna hear you use your words baby, tell me what you want.” He teases as he picks up the pace, rubbing himself faster along your folds.

“Please daddy… I want your cock so bad.” You bite your lip trying to suppressing a moan, but failing miserably when your boyfriends hands trails up your body, caressing your boob as he teases your pussy. “Geto please fuck me! I want your cum in me so bad!” You whine, moving your hips trying to get more pressure.

He couldn’t handle his own teasing at this point, with the way your whine for his cock, makes him want to cum on the spot. His perfect little girl was begging for him, who was he to deny her?

He presses his lips into a her neck, kissing and sucking on her soft skin as he slowly presses his length into her. His eyes roll back at the feeling of her tight, wet, cunt making him bite his lip trying to stifle a moan.

“Fuck—you feel so perfect baby.” He breathes deeply, slowly rolling his hips into yours. “This pussy is all fucking mine.” He said as he peppered your neck with kisses, picking up the pace as he pleased you. “Say it princess.” He demanded, as his thrusts into you.

“I’m yours daddy! It feels ‘so good,” you pant out as he continues his assault on your pussy. “I love you so much! Fuck daddy please make me cum!” Geto pulls way from your neck, watching you close your eyes as he rolls in and out of you. He smiles before kissing your lips, increasing his speed as he plows into you. Your legs roll off his shoulders and you quickly wrap them around his hips, making pull away and grab your hips, lifting your lower back off the bed as he thrusts into you at this newfound angle, making your walls clench around him as the presses his head into your cunt.

“Feels so fucking good.” He groans, moving your hips along his thick cock. He thrusts into your hips, making you met as he uses you like a fucktoy. You unintentionally clench around him, making his grip on you tighten as you watch him groan loudly. Swearing and praising you as he plows into you roughly.

“I fucking love this pussy. Oh! Fuck— baby tell me you love me pretty girl.”

“I love you so much daddy! You feel so good inside me!” You scream out, feeling him pick up the pace while he tell you how good you make him feel.

He quickly pulls out, and sits beside you before helping you into his lap, holding the small of your back against himself. He rubs his cock along your clit, rubbing it with this pink head before looking up at you with a doped out smile.

“Lemme take care of you baby— oh fuck…” He sighs heavily, grabbing your ass as he slowly helps you ride his cock. Each thrust pulling almost all the way out before quickly thrusting in deep, pressing his hips hard into you, making you gasp and groan sharply as he abuses your puffy pussy. He snakes one hand in front, putting his thumb against your swollen bud. He smirks to himself as he feels your legs shake as he starts rubbing your clit again. “You look so pretty like this princess. Nice and pretty getting fucked stupid on daddy’s cock.” His mocking stirs something inside you, causing the tightened in you stomach to bundle up as he played with your pussy relentlessly.

“Daddy- ah fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You cry out, his pace with his thumb and hips quicken as you try to hold on from cumming so quickly; your boyfriend clearly thinking otherwise. “Oh god- ‘its too much!” You squeak out as you feel yourself losing breath coming up on your high. Geto thirsting deep inside you, holding you in place as you squirm on his dick, taking in your reaction as you cum all over him. Feeling your body slump against him as you try to catch your breath.

“You did so good pretty girl” He coos at you, gently placing both hands on your ass, gliding your over sensitive pussy on his cock, making you whine out.

“Too much daddy, ‘m so tired.”

“Thought you wanted daddy’s cum in you, princess?” He teases, slowly helping up and down on his cock. “I think I deserve to knock you up after all.” Feeling your pussy twitch at your words. he smiles up at you, his dark lust filled eyes staring into yours. “What do you think princess? You want daddy’s cum in you?”

“Yes daddy!”

“Good fucking girl, ‘gonna breed this tight little pussy! Oh- ffuck, gonna get this pussy pregnant!” He smiles lazily at you, practically limp on his body as his shoving his cock into you, getting faster and faster with each thrust. Sweat dripping down his face as he slams into your pussy like his life depends on it

“Please cum in me daddy! Need it so bad” You say into his ear, arms wrapped around his neck, hands tangling into his hair as he uses your pussy like a flashlight to get him off. Slapping your ass every and then to make you gasp and cry out. You feel his cocky twitch as his thrust get harder and harder, pushing deeper into your gummy walls. Room filled with nothing but your moans and the sound of slapping skin.

“This pussy is fucking— mine.” He groan out, kissing and biting your neck, as he bottomed out before thirsting harshly, making his cock press deeper than ever, make your vision go blurry and your toes to curl as you forcefully came on his cock as he pumped your pussy full of his cum.

“It all leaked out baby…” He said with a grin. “If we’re knocking you up we need to make sure it sticks.” He clicks his toungue on his teeth, showing fake disappointment. “I guess we’ll need to go again right princess?” He asks feign innocence with a dark look in his eye.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Little Girl

Media TMR

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut!

Semi-NonConsentual / Breast play / Nipple play / fingering / eating out / raw sex / jizz / creampie / riding /

I sat pouting. Surrounded by stone in one of the slammer cells. My wrists tied together with harsh rope. The boys had thrown me in here for three nights with no food given what I did. But he deserved it, the little perv! But they didn't listen to my side. All Alby needed to know was I harmed another glader and thus I'm locked in here. I saw light approaching the glimmering spark of gold and red flame getting closer it was long since dinner so most boys would be in bed I didn't want to look expecting another lecture from Alby but no.

"Hi love" 

My neck snapped fast towards the wooden cage door where he now sat the lantern beside him. His little brown shoes in the dirt, a wrap around his bad ankle, his brown tattered trousers, his orange vest just poking over his once white hoodie, his bandage around his arm and his messy blonde hair, he leant on the wooden cage and smiled down at me 

"What the shucking hell do you want!"

"Just popped by to check your comfy little girl"

"Don't call me that!"

"Why not? You're a girl? And you ever so cute and wh-ittle" 

"What do you want newt?"

"Well… perhaps seeking an apology?"

"An apology!"

"Yes"

"You've got more of a chance of marrying a griever than getting an apology out of me for what you did!"

"Awww come on. I was only playing"

"You hid in the showers! Your lucky you only for off with a few bruises before the boys found us. They left me any longer I'd have broke your nose" 

"I was meerly checking the shower was safe for a little girl"

"Liar you little perv!"

"Fine maybe I was in there but that's no excuse for you to hit me like that"

"What do you want? Because you can shove your apology up your blonde British butt" 

"Fine" he smirked as he began untieing and opening the door jumping down to be inside with me and shutting the door again "hi little girl"

"What do you think your doing"

"Well… when a little girl is locked up in the slammer with her denying hands tied up, you can't blame me for not wanting to waste… such an opportunity" he smirked 

"Oh no you -" I began trying to move but he grabbed me wrapping his arms around me sitting me on his lap with his chest against my back

"Ah ah ah little girl. Let's just stay here a little while just you and me" he smirked 

"You so anything I'll scream so loud all the boys will here"

"No you won't. Because if you do I'll tell them I came to tell you how I forgave you and you flipped out and attacked me. Your on thin ice as it is Alby will banish you for that"

"You evil little bastard"

"Humm if that's what you wanna call me love" he smirked his hands quickly finding my breasts 

"Ughh! Newt stop!"

"Why should I? Ummm trust me you felt these you wouldn't wanna stop either" he growled in my ear as he fondled and squeezed my breasts often holding them to feel the weight of them in his hands, making sure he squeezed tight. He ignored my squirms and whines shifting me back to sit so his erection sat against my ass

"You're a disgusting little perv newt!"

"I know, but how am I meant to help myself?" He smirked purposely pinching my nipples and tugging on them to force them to harden and as soon as they did he grabbed my breasts in his hands and rubbed in my nipples with his thumbs he chuckled evily "what a cute little girl you are? When your pouting like you don't like it"

"Newt let me go!"

"Maybe I would if you tell me you don't like it, sitting here above my cock grinding on me, while I play with these sexy tits." He smirked and I staid silent "I didn't think you could you dirty little girl" he smirked twisting my nipples a little

"AHH that hurts!"

"Yeah? Well I've had to walk around the glade with a hard on since you got here. Don't you think that hurts love?" He smirked starting to slightly hump against my ass and his hands moved to the hem of my shirt forcing it off me 

"Newt!"

"Awww it's okay, no need to be shy, nothing I haven't seen before." He smirked "but… bloody hell you look good with your top off" He smirked grabbing them much harder

"What the hell do you mean!"

"Well… let's just say this wasn't the first time I've snuck in your shower" he whispered

"You perv!"

"Can you blame me ? How is anyone meant to resist you little girl?"

"Everyone else does!"

"You really think that? You should hear the boys when you go walking around in shorts. Humm were all like lions in heat around you" 

"Let me go"

"No way love" he smirked moving a hand down to undo my shorts and forcing his fingers inside rubbing under my panties "awww I can feel how wet you are little girl" 

"Slim it!"

"Ohh yeah, you dirty little thing" he growled groping my breast hard and rubbing on my clit clearly trying to move his fingers lower but I clamped my legs shut "awww no no. Let's keep this nice and wide for me little girl" he smirked forcing my legs apart 

"Let me go!"

"Now where is… AHH there you are. Let's see how bad my little girl is craving me really" he growled as his fingers found my entrance and as much as I tried to resist he pushed two fingers are first just inside then pushing as deep inside as he could flicking his fingers as he did making me squeal but he clamped a hand over my mouth "ohh shuck you're dripping down my hand y/n. This is gonna be fun" he smirked biting his lip as his hand held me tightly and his fingers worked mercilessly finger fucking me fast and hard letting my wetness drip down my legs he held my mouth so I couldn't scream even If is hand left sometimes to fondle my breasts as he worked clearly very much enjoying himself until he pulled his hand away and licked his fingers clean "ummmm you taste good little girl. I want more" he growled pushing me off his lap and into the dirt on my stomach he wasted no time slapping my ass hard "ughhh oohh yeah. You bad bad girl" he growled forcing my shorts down slapping me a good few times "you have no clue how much I wanna do this every time this teasing little ass walks past in the gardens." He smirked pulling my panties to the side "awww what a cute little pussy for a cute little girl" he smirked and he then began spanking me hard digging his nails in and spreading my cheeks as much as he could and I felt my wetness drip out of me "ohhh bloody hell- my dirty little girly" he growled before he began kissing and licking my exposed pussy moaning too himself as he did I did my best not to scream but at the same time I was so worried if someone found us like this when he pulled back he smirked and pushed me onto my back and forced my legs as wide as possible "ummmmm you are beautiful" he growled licking his lips before holding my thighs tightly and returning to his passionate licking and now sucking even at times using his tounge to replace his fingers all while I squirmed and tried to hide the pleasure of it his hand moved up grabbing my breast fondling and rubbing on my nipple as he locked and sucked 

"Newt stop please-"

"Awww why? My little girl gonna cum for me? Make sure you tell me I wanna watch you twitch and squeal when you cum for me" he demanded 

"Stop please!"

"Maybe I'll stop once I see my life girl naked" he demanded ripping my bra off and my panties I did my best with my tied hands to hide myself but that only seemed to amuse him more "let me see little girl." He smirked forcing my hands above my head "bloody hell… uhhhh shuck- just look at that body. I should walk you around the glade naked so every boy can get a look just how good you are"

"No please-"

"Aww that's okay, it can be our little secret. My little girls bodies all mine" he growled fondling, pinching, slapping, groping anything he could get his hands on which was unfortunately everything even tickling me to make me squirm more for him all with his evil low laugh "what a fun little toy you are little girl. But I've had enough toying" he growled moving bayabs undoing his pants pushing them down enough to reveal his erection "come on."

"No!"

"Your gonna ride me. Or I'm forcing you in your stomach make your mind up"

I pouted but went over sitting on his lap letting him stroke my ass as I sat there 

"Awww what a good little girl your being for me. Maybe all this time all you needed wa a good fuck" he smirked pulling my cheeks apart before he found his way inside me "uuuuuuuhhh! So tight! Ohh yeah! You are a tight little fuck aren't ya? Don't worry I'll loosen you up little girl" he smirked holding my hips to make me bounce on him admittedly it was amazing but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of my pleasure as he was he smirked staring at my breasts as I bounced "you know if you ever want out of some garden work? I'm more then happy to strike up a deal little girl."

*What sort of deal?"

"how about you get to blow off weeding if you blow me. Or I'll let you have an extra break for a few slaps on that sexy ass. Hummm I'll even let you get off work early so long as my little girl comes and bounces on my cock in the garden shed" be smirked 

"Not on your life"

"No? Why are you still bouncing then little girl?" He smirked and I noticed he has adopted guiding me completely his hands just in my ass 

"You pervy bastard"

"I know, so? Im not far off you want me to bury it? Glaze your tummy? Or you wanna get on your knees and let me fill your mouth up?" 

"Just a little longer"

"Yeah? How about I just bury it in your pretty pussy and let my baby ride on me as much she needs Hu?" He smirked 😘 my neck and jaw I nodded and he only smirked more "yeah? That what my little girl wants? Humm If you cum on my cock I'll know how bad you want me. And I'll never leave this sexy body alone again" he smirked slapping my ass

"You started this!"

"Yeah and if you want to cum you have to admit you love it."

"And if I do?"

"Then your mine little girl. And I'm gonna fucking destroy you every time that little ass makes me horny" he smirked thrusting up hard 

"Uhhh fine!"

"Yeah?"

"Fine newt!"

"Yes! Ughh fuck come here!" He growled holding me tight as he pushed me onto my back and loomed over me never pulling out as he did proceeding to pound my pussy mercilessly pulling my lips to his to muffle our lustful moans until I suddenly hit my wall digging my nails into his arms as my eyes rolled back and I squirted down his cock "uuhhhh fuck little girl. Uhhh my tight little pouty girly just came down my fucking cock uuuuuuuhhh- I need you so bad- I'm so close - just a little - uuughhhh!" He groans burring himself as deep as possible and collapsing on me 

"You are a perv newt" I gasped

"I know" he gasped back he slowly pushed himself up and pulled out cleaning himself off on his hoodie "ummmm you look so good like that"

"Like what?" I asked as I hadn't moved

"Laid on your back. Completely naked. Legs open. Tits bouncing. Honey glow across your skin. Dripping my jizz out your pussy" he smirked "umm my little girl." He smirked stroking from my lips to my pussy "give me five minutes and I'll finish in your ass this time" 

"That a promise?" I asked climbing into his lap wrapping my arms around his neck 

"You bet that cute little ass I am" he smirked slapping my ass and pulling me into an intense make out. "Uhhh- I don't need five minutes" he growled as he pulled away and forced me back down on my stomach 

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[ray4hotchner]

Reckless

❀ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: aaron hotchner x reader

❀ 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: Y/N, a team member of the BAU, faces her past during a challenging case. Struggling to cope, Y/N's impulsive actions strain her relationship with Hotch.

❀ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 5.5k

❀ 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Hi everyone, I finally caved in and wrote something on my own. This is my first fic, so let me know what you think

❀ 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕔: @iyv-ray24

On Ao3

Normally, Y/N was one of the last people to board the jet after a case. Not this time though. She didn't wait for the team and drove straight from the sheriff's station to the airport once the case was wrapping up. It had been a couple of stressful days, and everyone was exhausted. However, Y/N was not only exhausted but also very, very pissed – pissed at the team, pissed at herself, but most importantly, at Hotch.

This case was not easy for any of them. Three girls between the ages of 9 and 13 were abducted, horribly abused, and killed before their bodies were dumped in different local parks in the city. The BAU was called in when the third child was missing, but unfortunately, they arrived way too late. Now, the fourth girl, Casandra Johnson, an 11-year-old, was missing.

Most of the times, Y/N wouldn't have problems with distancing herself emotionally from cases, but this one just hit too close to home. Her little baby sister was abducted from their front porch when she was 9. Y/N herself was only a teenager at that time, and she was the one babysitting her sister. Just a couple of minutes of distraction, and her baby sister was gone forever. They found her body a week later, and the man who killed her luckily got caught, but Y/N never forgave herself and lived every day with the guilt of letting her sister down.

Yep, the team knew all about this stuff. They were familiar with each other's messed-up pasts and traumas; they were like a close-knit family, after all. So, when Penelope started laying out all the details about the case, she could feel her teammates' eyes on her. Sure, it wasn't easy to stare at pictures of innocent little girls and remember what happened to her own sister, but that wasn't going to stop her from getting her job done. She was a pro at this, and as far as she was concerned, this was just another case.

She found herself in the tiny kitchenette of the jet, pouring a cup of coffee, when Hotch walked over.

"Hey, want some coffee?" she offered, but he just shook his head.

"You doing okay?" he asked, standing close because the kitchenette was so darn small.

"Why wouldn't I be?" she replied, knowing exactly why, but she wasn't about to show her feelings to him.

"You could sit this one out, you know.”

"Hotch, no way! Please don't even suggest that! These girls deserve justice, and I've got to see it through."

"I get it, but if things start getting too heavy and overwhelming, promise me you'll give me a heads-up," he said gently.

"You bet," she nodded.

They hung there for a few more seconds. Hotch's presence always had a calming effect on her, and she felt more grounded when he was around. He saw the tension on her face and he probably wanted to reach out and offer comfort, but he held back. So, he turned around and went back to his seat. She watched Hotch walk away and caught eyes with Emily, who gave her a knowing look. She was the only one on the team who knew how Y/N felt about Hotch. To this day, she regretted telling Emily, on a drunken night, that she had a crush on their boss. Emily had persistently encouraged her on more than a few occasions to confess her feelings, but she had consistently declined, fearing the potential embarrassment and awkwardness it could create between them. Emily smirked at her, but she only mouthed "Don't" before also returning to her seat.

The case was progressing as usual – examining the crime scene, talking to victims' relatives and potential eyewitnesses, and creating the unsub profile. Throughout the investigation, the team noticed Y/N becoming increasingly agitated. However, things took a sharp downward turn after Casandra was kidnapped. Y/N grew moody, neglected sleep and food, and immersed herself in reexamining the same files and evidence over and over again.

Y/N and Spencer found themselves back at the last crime scene, as Y/N insisted on revisiting it, when new information arose. Penelope added them to the group call and informed everyone that her research had led her to a man fitting the unsub's profile. She sent over his last registered address.

"We're nearby. It's not far from the last crime scene," Y/N informed the team.

"We'll meet you guys there," Derek said before they ended the call. Y/N and Spencer then drove to the address.

They parked in front of the house and awaited the team's arrival when Y/N spotted movement inside. She immediately called Hotch.

"Hotch, there's someone in the house. Maybe he's holding the girl in there. We need to go in. Now!"

"We'll be there shortly. You can't go in there without backup," Hotch cautioned.

"Spencer is here too."

"Agent Y/L/N, I said wait. That's an order!" Hotch's tone was stern.

"I'm sorry, I have to," Y/N replied, and with that, she exited the car and headed toward the front door of the house. Hotch heard Spencer shouting after Y/N before the call ended. Cursing under his breath, he instructed Derek to speed up.

In under 5 minutes, the team reached the unsub's address. The front door had been kicked open, and the team could hear Y/N yelling at someone.

"Where is he? Tell me! Where is your brother?" She was shouting, pinning a young man facedown on the carpet. Y/N's knee was pressed into his back, immobilizing him as she held his hands behind his back.

"Agent Y/L/N, that's enough!" Hotch's order rang out, and he turned to Emily, gesturing for her to take over. Emily walked over, cuffed the man's hands, and assisted him to his feet. The officers and the team exited the house. As they were leaving, Hotch turned to Y/N and said, "We will discuss this later."

Upon arriving at the station, Hotch instructed Derek and Rossi to interrogate the suspect's brother regarding the unsub's whereabouts. He told the team, except for Y/N, to leave the room the sheriff assigned to the BAU upon their arrival. Facing her, Hotch clenched his jaw, in order to stay calm.

"You are off the case," he stated in an unwavering voice.

"Hotch, no, I'm—"

"You. Are. Off. The case. Agent Y/L/N."

"That's not fair. We have the guy's brother."

"That's not fair? That's not fair? Are you really talking back right now?" Hotch's anger escalated.

"I said I'm sorry! But what if we would have lost our chance? That guy had his things packed; he was leaving!"

"I don't care if he was leaving or not! You can't act on your own in situations like this! You put yourself and Spencer in danger."

"We're fine!"

"Yeah, luckily! But you didn't know what awaited you behind that door. Both of you could have been injured or worse. Your actions were selfish and unprofessional. I don't want you anywhere near anything related to this case until we're back in Quantico. Do you understand?"

Y/N didn't even respond; she simply stormed out of the room. She headed straight to the bathroom, seeking some privacy to calm down. Splashing her face with ice-cold water, she leaned over the sink, taking deep breaths while still seething with anger. Just then, JJ entered the restroom. Like everyone else at the station, she had heard the heated exchange between Hotch and Y/N and came to check on her.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"I'm off the case."

"Maybe it's for the best, don't you think?"

"Not you too, JJ," Y/N replied, releasing a heavy sigh as she dried her hands and face. She walked past JJ and left the restroom, unwilling to argue with her as well. Although she was banned from anything related to the case, Hotch hadn't instructed her to leave the station entirely or return to the hotel, so she remained. In the breakroom, she sat, observing and straining to catch any updates. She watched as Derek and Rossi emerged from the interrogation room, but they refused to share information due to Hotch's orders. Naturally, Spencer and Emily also followed Hotch's directives, all for Y/N's own well-being.

Suddenly, there was movement as the team geared up, putting on their vests. Clearly, they had a new lead. Y/N swiftly rose, walking toward the team to grab her own vest, but Hotch halted her immediately.

"I told you that you're not allowed anything related to the case."

"Hotch, come on! Punish me with paperwork or anything else, but not like this, please!"

"No."

"Hotch, maybe you should—" Derek attempted to intervene.

"I said no!" Hotch's tone was firm as he locked eyes with Y/N. He could see the anger in her eyes and how she was holding back tears of frustration. With Hotch's final words, the team exited the station and drove away. Unable to hold back, Y/N retreated to the bathroom, shedding a few tears of anger. She knew she had made a mistake and was in the wrong, but the frustration and sense of being left behind lingered. Hotch should have been the first to understand the weight of guilt from not saving a loved one. Yet, he treated her as the issue, disregarding the missing child who might require the help of every agent for her rescue.

She let out a deep breath, a release that felt like she had been holding it in for days, as the team returned to the station with the little girl in Emily's arms. Y/N's gaze remained fixed on the heartwarming scene of the girl reuniting with her parents, embraces and kisses shared all around.

Mistiness gathered in Y/N's eyes once more, her mind drifting to how it might have felt to get her own little sister back all those years ago. Lifting her eyes from the heartwarming family reunion, her gaze locked with Hotch's, and it was as if he could read her thoughts. He took a step towards her, but she promptly spun around and walked away.

Hotch was not surprised by her reaction; he didn't even know why he had attempted to approach her. He did know, deep down, but he wasn't ready to admit it to himself, especially not at this moment. A few minutes later, he noticed Y/N storming out of the station, her bag slung over her shoulder.

"She said she'll be waiting by the jet," JJ informed Hotch as they both watched Y/N leave.

That was why she found herself being the first to arrive at the jet, a rarity. Normally, she'd take the seat in front of Hotch, and they'd dive into their paperwork during the flight back home. It was an opportunity to talk and maybe even steal glances at his handsome face. But now, she didn’t even want to hear his voice.

Instead, she settled onto the broad couch, the same one where Spencer often napped, and attempted to drift into sleep. Exhaustion from the past days quickly pulled her into slumber. She faintly registered the team entering the jet and briefly woke at takeoff, but she promptly turned away and slipped back into sleep, determined to avoid everyone, especially Hotch.

The jet's interior was dimly lit, and most of the team dozed off in their seats. Hotch occupied a couple of seats away from the couch where Y/N was deeply asleep, while Rossi sat directly in front of him. He observed her for a moment, noticing her curling up into a ball – she must be cold. The realization prompted Hotch to stand up promptly. He opened one of the jet's cupboards and retrieved a blanket. Quietly, he approached Y/N and draped the blanket over her, observing as she snuggled into the soft fabric. With the exception of Rossi, everyone else was already asleep, so his actions would likely go unquestioned by the team. Besides, he was merely helping a colleague, right? He lingered by her side for longer than necessary; her relaxed face was undeniably beautiful, and he wanted – no, needed – to savour it for just a little while longer. He was painfully aware that the only expression he'd encounter in her eyes when she woke would be resentment toward him. He would give anything to reach out and caress her cheek at this very moment. Eventually, he returned to his seat, and Rossi's gaze immediately landed on him.

"You're hopeless, Aaron," Rossi chuckled.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Hotch replied, his gaze shifting to the files before him.

"You know, she kind of has the right to be angry at you."

"You can't seriously think that what she did was right."

"No, I do not. It was actually really fucking dumb, but you're sort of being a hypocrite here."

"How so?"

"Well, yes, she made a mistake barging into that house on her own, and she acted impulsively. But so did you. Every one of us has made stupid mistakes at some point, and hers at least helped us locate the unsub. If it were any other agent, you would have let them join the rescue and handed them a pile of paperwork as punishment later. But because you have an emotional attachment to her and feelings for her, you were afraid she'd act recklessly again. You couldn't risk her getting hurt, like, say, jumping in front of a bullet – which we both know she would have. So, you left her behind. Not to mention, you understood why she acted the way she did. This case was deeply personal to her. Needless to say, you both acted like idiots."

Hotch leans back in his seat and lets out a sigh. He knows Rossi's right, though sometimes he hates working with profilers.

"We all want to protect the people we love, Aaron. But remember, she's still an agent, and this is her job," Rossi adds before returning to his files.

Hotch glances over at her and ponders Rossi's words. He realizes he definitely overreacted because it was you who put yourself in danger. He knows she's a great agent and can take care of herself in these dangerous situations, but just the thought of something happening to her makes his stomach drops.

It had been a couple of days since the team had returned to Quantico, and as Hotch expected, Y/N was avoiding him at all costs. She submitted her reports well before the deadlines, left the office earlier than usual – a rarity for her, as she was typically one of the last agents to leave. Hotch even noticed her falling silent whenever he entered the break room or the bullpen, and she seemed to find excuses to distance herself from him. This avoidance was starting to irritate him more and more. He missed the late nights spent doing paperwork together in his office after everyone else had gone home. He longed to hear her laughter and engage in conversations with her. He just missed her. While she appeared to be getting along fine with the rest of the team, her anger toward Hotch still lingered. He knew he needed to talk to her and explain his actions; he hoped that she might understand once he did.

So, as soon as he arrived at the office the following day, he made it a priority. Upon entering his office, he noticed Y/N's completed report on his desk, finished once again before deadline. He was aware that she was completing her work ahead of time to avoid any interaction with Hotch about the report. Without even glancing at the report, he stepped back out of his office.

"Agent Y/L/N, a word, please," he said, his tone possibly more agitated than he had intended. The rest of the team exchanged questioning looks as Y/N ascended the few stairs to his office. She knocked on the door, even though it was already open, and announced herself before entering.

"Close the door," Hotch ordered, his voice firm as he removed his jacket.

He had initially only wanted to apologize and explain his decision on the case, but seeing that finished report again ignited a kind of anger within him. Particularly because he knew how much she despised working on it in the first place. Now, she stood in front of him, alone for the first time in days, yet she didn't even glance at his face.

"You finished your work early again, Agent Y/L/N?"

"Yes, sir." Sir... she never called him 'sir.' He really wanted to hear his name from her. He tried to catch her eyes, but she purposely looked away. There was a brief silence before she finally spoke up, "Is there something wrong with it, sir?"

His emotions were getting the better of him due to her distant tone, possibly amplified by the frustration that had built up over the past few days. So, he responded with unnecessary sharpness.

"Yeah, there's something wrong with it. Do it again," he snapped, tossing the file onto the desk closer to her. For the first time in days, she met his eyes, her brows furrowed in irritation, though her voice remained calm.

"May I ask what was wrong with it, sir?" she inquired, striving to sound neutral.

"You may not, Agent! Get back to your work," he replied, his voice unintentionally louder than he intended.

Y/N stormed out of the room, doing her best to restrain herself from slamming the door behind her. She settled back at her desk, aware of her colleagues' watchful eyes on her, though no one said a word. In his office, Hotch couldn't help but curse under his breath. "Why did I do that?" he wondered. This kind of pettiness was uncharacteristic of him, yet there was something about her that could evoke such strong emotions from him, both positive and negative.

He struggled throughout the remaining day to focus on his work, his mind repeatedly drifting to thoughts of her. Glancing at the clock, he realized that the workday was drawing to a close. He had planned to talk to her today, and he was determined to do it before she left, especially since she tended to head out before the others. Stepping out of his office and peering down into the bullpen, he noticed Spencer packing up while Y/N and Emily waited. Derek and Penelope were already on their way to the elevator, and Rossi had left hours ago due to personal matters.

"Y/L/N, to my office, please," he called out in his strong voice from the top of the stairs before returning back into his office. Spencer and Emily exchanged glances, and while Y/N was clearly displeased, it was inevitable that she had to have a conversation with Hotch.

"You guys go ahead. Don't wait for me. I'll see you tomorrow," she said, placing her bag back on her desk before making her way up to Hotch's office.

"Sit down," Hotch says as she enters his office, gesturing to the free chair in front of his desk.

"For how much longer do you plan to keep this up?" Hotch asks in a plain tone.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir."

Hotch rubs his face and lets out a sigh before continuing. "Cut it out! This whole 'sir' thing. You haven't spoken to me in days. It's affecting the work environment."

"I don't think it's affecting anything. I've been working efficiently, and my reports are always on time."

"I don't give a damn about your reports, Y/N!" Hotch exclaims, standing up and slamming his hands on the table as he leans toward her.

She stands abruptly. "Then there's no reason for me to be here if this isn't work-related," she nearly yells, matching Hotch's intensity. She starts to turn around, indicating her intention to leave.

"You're not leaving before we talk about what happened and clear this up!", he said and walked around his desk to now stand infront of her.

"There's nothing to clear up!"

"How is there nothing to clear up? You've been avoiding me since we got back from the case. You won't talk to me, you won't look at me—hell, you leave the room when I walk in."

Hotch's frustration was palpable as he stepped closer to her. "You think you can just avoid me and everything will be fine? You think you can act like nothing happened?"

Y/N's voice trembled with anger. "I'm doing my job, just like I always have."

"Your job? This is more than just about your damn job. We're a team, and that means communication and trust."

Y/N shot back, her voice rising. "Trust? Is that what you call it? You completely shut me out during the case. You made me feel like I can't make decisions, like I'm incapable."

Hotch's eyes blazed with frustration. "I made a decision to protect you, to keep you safe!"

"By treating me like a child? By belittling me in front of the team?" Y/N's cheeks were flushed, her anger evident.

"You were reckless, Y/N! You put yourself and Spencer in danger!"

"I had a lead, I had a chance to save that girl!"

"By charging into a potentially dangerous situation without backup? You're lucky nothing worse happened."

Y/N's fists clenched at her sides. "You don't understand. You never understand."

"Oh, I understand more than you realize," Hotch retorted, his voice dripping with frustration.

The room seemed to crackle with tension as their argument escalated. Each word was a jab, a release of the pent-up emotions they had been harboring. The distance between them had grown from physical to emotional, and they were both struggling to bridge the gap.

Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room, and JJ's head appeared in the doorway. "Oh, sorry for disturbing. I just wanted to say goodbye before I leave. Don't let me interrupt," she said, sensing the tension in the room, and then closed the door behind her. Throughout JJ's brief interaction, Y/N and Hotch's eyes remained locked on each other.

JJ's interruption seemed to inject a moment of calm into the charged atmosphere, allowing a slight easing of the tension in the room.

Hotch's voice broke the silence once again, this time with a calmer and more composed tone. "Believe me, I understand why this case held such significance for you. The entire team recognised that. However, that doesn't justify putting yourself in harm's way."

Y/N's voice softened, her frustration mingling with a touch of vulnerability. "I know it was reckless to charge in without waiting, and I've already apologized for that—I'm still sorry. But what you did was unfair. You left me behind. Aren't we supposed to be a team? How could you make that decision, Hotch?" Her eyes misted over, a mixture of hurt and confusion in her gaze.

Hotch's gaze softened as he heard the hurt in her voice. He took a step closer, closing the physical distance between them, and rested his hands on his hips. "Y/N, it's not about whether you apologized or not. It's about the fact that you charged into a dangerous situation without considering the consequences. In this line of work, we can't afford to act on emotions alone. We have to think logically, strategically. Acting solely on emotion can get people killed."

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears as his words sank in. She looked down at her hands, her voice choked with emotion. "I know that, Hotch. I do. But in that moment, all I could think about was finding that girl, saving her. It was like... I couldn't control myself."

Hotch took another step forward, his presence a comforting presence in front of her. He reached out and gently lifted her chin, guiding her gaze to meet his. His touch was tender, his thumb caressing her cheek. "Y/N, I get it. I do. But I was scared. Scared of losing you, of seeing you hurt. I couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you."

She looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. His touch was a lifeline, grounding her in this vulnerable moment. "I... I couldn't save my sister," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I was supposed to be watching her, and I let her down."

Hotch's grip on her chin tightened ever so slightly, his eyes locking onto hers. He leaned in closer, his voice tender. "Y/N, what happened to your sister wasn't your fault. You were just a child yourself. You couldn't have known."

A sob escaped Y/N's lips as she leaned into his touch, her tears falling freely now. Hotch gently wiped away her tears with his thumb, his touch soothing. "It's okay to feel the pain, Y/N. But you can't let it dictate your actions now. You have so much strength, so much potential. I just want to keep you safe."

She let out a shaky breath, her emotions raw and exposed. Hotch's presence and his words were a balm to her wounded heart. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice filled with remorse.

Hotch shook his head softly, his eyes never leaving hers. "There's no need to apologize. I should have handled things differently too. We both made mistakes."

They stood there for a moment, their gazes locked, and the air around them seemed to shift. Hotch took a step forward, his hand moving from her chin to her cheek, his touch gentle and caring.

"Y/N, we're a team. And I promise you, I'll always have your back. But I need you to promise me that you'll think before you act, that you'll prioritize your safety."

She nodded, her tears slowing as a small smile tugged at her lips. "I promise."

And in that moment, with their bodies close and their gazes intertwined, they found a connection that went beyond words—a connection forged in vulnerability, understanding, and the unspoken bond of a team that had weathered the storm together.

Y/N closes the distance between them and wraps her arms around Hotch in a tight embrace. Her face is buried in his chest, and he holds her close, his hand caressing her hair with utmost tenderness. In this vulnerable embrace, their walls begin to crumble, and the weight of unspoken emotions hangs heavily in the air.

Hotch's voice is barely above a whisper as he presses his lips to her ear, letting all the truths he had been holding back spill forth. "I was so scared, Y/N... scared to lose you. I can't bear the thought of ever losing you. Please, don't ever put yourself in that kind of danger again."

His words are a mixture of desperation and genuine concern, a heartfelt confession that had been weighing on him for far too long. He holds her tighter, his grip on her waist firm yet gentle. "I don't know what I would do without you. You've become such an important part of my life."

His voice quivers with emotion, each word carrying the weight of his feelings. "I missed talking to you, missed hearing your laugh. Even the complaints about paperwork, I missed those too. You mean so much to me, Y/N, more than you might realize."

Y/N's grip on him tightens, her tears soaking into his shirt as she listens to his heartfelt words. It's a moment of vulnerability, of raw honesty that they had both been avoiding. Hotch's whispers in her ear are like a soothing melody, erasing the tension that had been building between them.

Their embrace lingers, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken bond that ties them together. Hotch continues to caress her hair, his touch a silent reassurance of his feelings. In this moment, surrounded by their shared emotions and the warmth of their connection, they find solace in each other's arms.

Y/N pulls away slightly, creating enough space to look up at him, her eyes glistening with sincerity. She takes a deep breath before speaking, her voice a mix of vulnerability and determination. "Hotch, Aaron... I became so upset about this situation because it was you who was disappointed in me. You mean the world to me. Your opinion, your feelings, they matter more than I can even express. Not just as my boss, but as a friend and... and maybe, just maybe, even more."

Her cheeks flush with a soft hue of pink as she admits her feelings, her gaze dropping to the floor as if overwhelmed by the weight of her confession. She's both relieved and terrified to have finally voiced her emotions, unsure of how he'll react despite his previous words of comfort.

Hotch's breath catches in his throat as he absorbs her words. His heart races, and a mixture of surprise, hope, and affection blooms in his chest. He reaches out to gently lift her chin, his thumb brushing against her skin as he tilts her face up to meet his gaze. His expression is a mixture of tenderness and warmth, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings.

"Y/N..." Hotch's voice is soft, carrying a mix of emotions that mirror her own. He searches her eyes, his thumb tracing over her cheekbone, his touch both soothing and electrifying. "I've been struggling with my own feelings, with the fear of crossing a line. But I want you to know... you're important to me too. More than I can put into words."

A gentle smile tugs at the corners of his lips, his gaze locked onto hers. "I never wanted to push you away or make you feel like your actions don't matter. They do, because you matter. And I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise."

Y/N's heart swells with his words, and the warmth of his touch resonates deep within her. Her eyes well up with tears, but this time they're tears of relief and joy. Her lips tremble into a soft smile as she meets his gaze with renewed hope.

"I'm glad we talked," she whispers, her voice filled with sincerity. "I don't want to avoid you, Aaron. I want us to be honest with each other, no matter what happens."

Hotch's thumb continues to caress her cheek, his touch grounding her in this moment of emotional intimacy. "I feel the same way," he admits, his voice a mere breath against her lips. "And I promise, from now on, we'll face things together."

Their proximity becomes charged with a newfound understanding, their unspoken connection now verbalized. And as they stand there, gazing into each other's eyes, they both know that this conversation is just the beginning of a deeper and more meaningful journey ahead.

As the weight of their emotions lingers in the air, Y/N takes a small step closer, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability. Hotch's gaze softens even further, and in that moment, they both feel the pull of an unspoken desire.

Without any more hesitation, Y/N tilts her head slightly, her lips brushing against his in a tentative yet gentle kiss. It's a kiss filled with the tenderness of their shared feelings, a silent promise of everything they've both been longing for.

Hotch's arms instinctively wrap around her, pulling her closer as he deepens the kiss with a mixture of longing and affection. His lips move against hers with a slow and deliberate rhythm, their connection intensifying as their bodies press against each other.

The air between them grows warmer, their shared emotions igniting a spark of passion. Y/N's fingers thread through his hair, holding him close as the kiss becomes more heated, a reflection of the desires they've kept hidden for so long.

Their breath mingles, the world around them fading as they lose themselves in the intoxicating sensation of their lips moving together. The kiss becomes a dance of emotions, each movement a declaration of their feelings.

Finally, they break apart, their lips still lingering just millimeters away. Their breaths come in ragged gasps, their eyes locked in a heated gaze filled with a mixture of surprise and bliss.

A soft, love-drunk smile tugs at Y/N's lips, and she brushes her thumb against his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. Hotch's fingers continue to caress her back, his touch a silent affirmation of his feelings.

"Wow," Y/N breathes, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart still racing from the intensity of their kiss.

Hotch chuckles softly, his forehead resting against hers. "Yeah, wow," he replies, his voice filled with a mixture of wonder and contentment.

Their smiles mirror each other's, and in that moment, they both realize that this is just the beginning of their journey together. The walls that once kept their feelings hidden have crumbled, replaced by a newfound connection that's deeper and more meaningful.

As they stand there, breathless and gazing into each other's eyes, they know that they're embarking on a path of honesty, vulnerability, and love. And with their lips still tingling from their kiss, they share a quiet understanding that whatever challenges lie ahead, they'll face them together.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #hotch x reader #aaron hotch hotchner #aaronhotchnerissuchadilfandIwoulddieforhim

[duckytree]

I love the idea that Dick is/was addict to drugs (your art made me love it)

Do you have more specific headcanon about it?

Fic that deals with that?

Angsty art ?

white christmas on ao3 is a good fic for this concept. as for headcannons, i’ve briefly covered them in some other posts and it’s hinted to in my fanfic “dear jason” but never properly laid out

dick got into the drug scene after roy did since they were friends and went to the same parties. roy never forgave himself for leaving a teenager downstairs at the house party.

he got clean for a while but relapsed hard when jason died. it was made worse when he isolated himself, only getting his act together for tim who still is unaware of the whole thing.

one of scarecrows toxins contains some chemicals that trigger the same neurological pathways that his old party cocktails did, so he ended up seizuring once during a run with the titans after getting hit and had to sober up AGAIN. kori and wally were there and lied through their teeth to the younger members as to why it happened (not because they were ashamed of dick but because dick NEVER wants anyone to know)

a fear of his is arresting an old party friend and having them recognize him

he likes to joke to cope with his trauma so a lot of people who don’t know thinks he’s insensitive to addicts and sa survivors. he never makes these jokes to jason, tim, and damian because they know him well enough to realize what happened to him if he did

jason secretly knows. when he came back from the dead and he and dick were beefing it out, he overheard the drugged hallucinations outside dick’s apartment window (made a comic about that) but he never said anything because dick doesn’t want him to know

he still smokes pot sometimes after patrol and would get burgers with one of his redheads after (roy wally kori babs, and i don’t care what u say: jay)

there’s more but i can’t keep going or this post is gonna be like 10 pages so i’ll just leave this here

#dick grayson #nightwing #headcanon #dc #asks #duckytree

[good-vs-evo]

saw some ppl on tiktok getting SO PRESSED about polycules and relationships other than hualian and that was kind of funny so i needed to make and explain my relationship chart

i’d love to explain to them (as a polyam person myself >:3) that love is not a limited commodity and hua cheng falling for yin yu doesn’t mean he suddenly doesn’t care about xie lian at all but i fear that would be lost on them HAHA

also if you… don’t wanna see that kinda stuff… just don’t look at it… don’t hate on people who do… life would be easier for everyone… but moving on

i debated splitting yin yu x he xuan x hua cheng from the moon quartet then decided against it because it was getting waaaay too chaotic

rip to quan yizhen, either he has no manhua art or i couldn’t find it (i haven’t read the manhua yet ffjhshd)

uhhh i got a lot of inspo abt huayin from @devotedbutterfly’s tiktoks and stuff (sorry for going thru like all of ur stuff and generally being a demon on ur tiktok and tumblr ahsjdj) and xuanyin/blackmoon stuff from @ghooostbaby so. yes their stuff is very cool :]

anyways-

first chart is different explanations for everyone’s relationship with one another

the second is me trying to simplify them into categories

BUT i’ll explain this a lotttt better in text

quanyin

uh. this one feels self explanatory

hualian

if i have to explain this one it’s over

fengqing

same as the first two LMAO

xianle trio

yes, i had to break the trio and quartet into different categories

mulian: mu qing always admired xie lian for his self-assuredness, strength, and also beauty. he was a bit jealous of him for a long time, but they were able to talk about it and they both forgave each other for everything that happened in the part. he's had a crush on him since the beginning, but was bad at showing it. xie lian thought mu qing was pretty and a very interesting person; when he got older, he regretted not spending more time getting to know him, so he makes up for it later on in life! he loves when mu qing is softer and shy and more vulnerable than he is usually, and loves how mu qing is a good listener and is pretty emotionally intelligent.

fengqing: well. you get the idea

fenglian: feng xin was always loyal, the first person to have fallen in love with xie lian, and dianxia’s first kiss. he would’ve never left xie lian if xie lian hadn’t told him to. he respected xie lian a lot. xie lian loved how much feng xin cared, and felt immensely guilty about being unable to give him anything more. when they reunite, he showers feng xin with gifts and words of affirmation (he got better at expressing his emotions) and they spend a lot of time together

xianle quartet

all the other ones stay the same, so i’ll just explain the two new ones

huaqing: they were once stuck together and had to talk just out of boredom. they bickered a little but the more they talked the more they realized that there was more to the other. mu qing feels genuinely bad about what he did to hua cheng. he has a hard time apologizing but he tried his best to express his remorse, and hua cheng was pretty shocked (previously thought mu qing was a bit of an asshole) and, since mu qing was being sincere, decided to accept his apology. they hit some rough patches now and then, but xie lian and feng xin help them through it. they realized they’re pretty similar, and team up to stir up trouble with people they don’t like sometimes!

huaxin: feng xin was jealous of hua cheng because he was the one who won xie lian’s heart after 800 years and was really happy when he found out that xie lian liked him too. he admires that hua cheng was strong enough to help xie lian so many times. he also likes that hua cheng is a little cocky sometimes (read: very often), and finds hua cheng very good looking. hua cheng was jealous of feng xin for being the first person to be that close to xie lian, but appreciates how loyal he was throughout everything that happened and finds him pretty cool. he likes the way feng xin curses a lot when he’s pissed (finds it endearing)

huayin

ONE OF MY PERSONAL FAVES!!!

yin yu fell first, because hua cheng was so fascinatingly determined and also like the prettiest person he’s ever met. he was intimidating, but could be quite kind, as he was to yin yu when they broke past the employee/employer relationship and became closer

hua cheng began to notice the way yin yu came off as so meek and unnoticeable, but had a kind of poised anger and strength beneath all of that. he trusted yin yu with a lot of more important tasks, paid him well, and considered him as more of a right hand man or partner in crime than a henchman, then eventually as just a partner

e’ming also likes yin yu, and trusts him to take care of it

hua cheng finds it endearing when yin yu gets protective of him (both of them know hua cheng is perfectly capable, but hua cheng finds it sweet regardless)

yin yu cheered hua cheng on a lot with xie lian and patiently listened to everything hua cheng had to say about him

huayinlian/hualianyu

ANOTHER PERSONAL FAVE

ppl keep being like “oh but hua cheng would never cheat on xie lian” HOW IS THAT CHEATING! GOOD LORD! HUA CHENG STILL LOVES XIE LIAN, BUT HAS ALSO DEVELOPED FEELINGS FOR THE PERSON HE SPENT THE MOST AMOUNT OF TIME WITH

i digress

yin yu fell for xie lian because he heard about him all the time. how could you spend so much time hearing about how wonderful, kind, gracious, and amazing someone is without catching feelings a little? additionally, hua cheng allowed yin yu to visit xie lian’s temple and leave offerings, trusting him to be genuine in his actions. yin yu saw some of the paintings and sculptures of xie lian and found him beautiful. he knows a lot about xie lian's life, and truly wants him to find peace and happiness

xie lian loves how devoted yin yu was to hua cheng and how much he helped him. he knows those years were hard for hua cheng, and he’s glad that he had a companion (contrary to what people say about “cheating”, xie lian is incredibly happy that hua cheng managed to find love while he was waiting). i know yin yu is canonically “plain”, but xie lian loves him and thinks he’s very handsome :) he gives him a lot of compliments and words of affirmation

blackmoon (yinxuan)

taking a moment to appreciate that very awesome ship name

yin yu thought he xuan was terrifying and intense, only to discover that. he’s just a guy (/pos). but he does have a lot going on! he has urges and a complex history and emotions he doesn’t show to a lot of people and plans within plans and is generally such an interesting person with so many layers to him. beneath a lot of those layers is a guy who’s kind and smart and would’ve stayed kind and smart if his life wasn’t utterly ruined

he xuan initially thought yin yu was just kind of pathetic, but learned more about him and started to like him more. he finds his passion really attractive, loves how genuinely sweet, kind, and gentle he is as well as how harsh, cruel, and unrelenting he can be. he treats he xuan well and makes him feel human and real and knows when to leave him alone and knows when he wants attention and cooks for him and-

they feel seen around each other, having experienced similar things (such as having their destiny “stolen” in different ways though) and have experienced suffering in such a firsthand way. they’re ready to just chill together now :)

moon quartet (hua cheng, xie lian, he xuan, and yin yu)

xie lian finds he xuan cool, doesn’t have too many thoughts about him. he xuan thinks xie lian is cute and also mildly terrifying (i’m definitely editing this later on, i just don’t have a lot of thoughts about them yet)

hua cheng and he xuan have been close for a long time, helping each other out with ghost king business. hua cheng let he xuan relax and chill at ghost city when he needed to, and he xuan kept a close eye on the heavenly capital, so they met often and bonded. they’re both motivated by something and are incredibly passionate about that thing, so they mutually admire the other’s drive and courage

i have the least for them so far, but i just think they’d be sweet together :] they’d all help each other heal and be able to talk to each other. they’d love each other a lot and take care of one another when they need it and be there when someone needs someone :3 idk they’re so traumatized and deserve to recover from that i’ll form more thoughts i swear

ANYWAYS. that’s it for now i’m def gonna write stuff for all of these ships :0 they’re all very special to me 💖 i might add them to my 30 day fluff challenge :3 cuz they all deserve some nice fluff! (ill also keep updating + editing! feel free to ask me to explain relationships more, id love to <3)

#tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian #feng xin #mu qing #fengqing #quan yizhen #yin yu #quanyin #xianle trio #xianle quartet #fenglian #mulian #huaxin #huaqing #christ this is a lot of tags #huayin #huayinlian #hualianyu #blackmoon #xuanyin #yinxuan #moon quartet #huaxuan #oh god is it over #i think i just gotta give up now #evo yaps

[lilypadlys]

In Your Arms

Dew is having a hard time on tour. Between being homesick, missing Aether, and having nightmares, he's at the end of his rope and snapping at everyone. He really needs some gentle love but who do you turn to when you've pushed everyone away?

Ship: Dew/Swiss, bit of Dew/Aether

Word Count: 1550

Rating: Teen (for mild language)

Tags: SFW, fluff, hurt/comfort, cuddles

Below the cut or on AO3

The tour is nearing its end. Everything has been going mostly smoothly. The new summons Aurora and Phantom have integrated seamlessly. No major injuries have been sustained. Only some venue issues and inclement weather stood in the way of it being a flawless run and those were out of their control.

Still, Dew feels on edge. He’s tired. Being away from the ministry, constantly on the move, and missing Aether and Sunny, as well as a million other discomforts are all taking their toll. He hasn’t slept soundly in ages, sleep plagued with nightmares.

He’s been extremely snappy at everyone. He manages to pull himself together for the shows. Falling into his role, taking out his frustrations on his guitar strings. Off stage though, he can’t find an outlet. The smallest thing sets him off.

He hates himself for it. Cumulus didn’t deserve the hisses he spewed at her when she tried to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder. Poor Phantom looked ready to cry when Dew told him to fuck off when he asked if they wanted to room together at the hotel last night. Aurora and Rain have been avoiding him entirely, afraid of invoking his wrath. Cirrus and Mountain shoot him glares on the regular in response to his snarky asides. Swiss is the only one still willing to deal with him and even the multi ghoul’s patience has its limits.

When they get settled in the hotel for the night, Swiss just wordlessly hauls the grumpy fire ghoul into their room before he can start a fresh argument in the hotel lobby. Swiss has given up trying to help. He sighs tiredly as Dew chucks his overnight bag to the floor, causing a loud thump. Dew flops on his bed and turns his back to Swiss with a growl. Swiss just shakes his head, exhaling through his nose, and disappears into the bathroom to shower. Dew is left to glower in solitude.

When the bathroom door clicks shut, Dew huffs and rolls onto his back. He doesn’t know what to do. How to get out of this funk. He knows the other’s are trying to help but he can’t lower his guard long enough to let them. Aether could fix this. He thinks. Aether always knew what to do to get Dew to chill. Be it forcing him into a cuddle pile, fucking him senseless, or even just letting Dew rage. Aether’s patience seemed neverending. No matter how long he was out of it, how many nasty things Dew said, Aether always forgave him.

As if on cue, Dew hears his phone buzz. He wrestles it out of his pocket and glances at the screen. Aether.

“Hey Firelily.” The text reads.

“Hey Aeth.”

“How’re you holding up?”

Dew snorts. “What do you think? I’m sure Mount already blabbed to you.” Dew instantly regrets it as soon as he hits send. Why is he like this? Here’s Aether, checking on him, obviously concerned about him, and all he can do is be a bitch.

“Yes, Mountain told me you weren’t feeling well. Is it the nightmares again?”

Dew is once again amazed at Aether’s uncanny ability to always find the root of the problem.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry Spark. I wish I could be there to help.”

But you’re not, is all Dew can think. He knows it’s not Aether’s fault. He’d be here if he could. But he’s not.

Even though he holds back from typing it, Aether seems to know what he’s thinking anyway.

“You’ll be back home soon and then I’ll help in whatever way I can.” Aether promises.

“Thanks.”

Dew makes to toss his phone to the nightstand when it buzzes again.

“The others care about you too. They just want to help.”

Dew wants to make some jerky comment but he can’t. He squeezes his eyes shut to hold back the tears that have begun to form.

“Yeah.”

“I know it’s hard but you’ve got to open up. They can’t help if you don’t let them.”

Dew sits in silence with that. He knows it. Truly he knows that everyone in the pack loves him and cares about him, and that they want to help. And yet all he’s done is push them away.

“Sweet dreams Dew.”

Dew does start to cry then. He so desperately needs a hug. Needs someone to wrap their arms around him and tell him everything will be alright. That they don’t hate him despite how horrible he’s been. Needs someone to hold him as he falls asleep and to protect him from the nightmares and nasty thoughts that plague his brain whenever he tries to relax. He curls up into a ball, tail wrapped around himself, as he sobs into the sheets.

He doesn’t hear as Swiss quietly opens the bathroom door, despite the water never running. He doesn’t see him round the corner. Swiss’ gentle touch on his back startles him and flinches; hissing and baring teeth. Dew watches in horror as Swiss’ expression goes from gentle concern, to hurt, to angry exasperation. Swiss grits his teeth and withdraws his hand. “Sorry.” He mutters as he turns away.

“Wait.” Dew forces the word out.

Swiss turns back, brow raised; unimpressed.

“I-I’m sorry.” Dew uncurls himself and sits up as fresh tears well in his eyes. “I’m sorry. Please don’t leave.”

Swiss’ expression softens. He sits on the edge of the bed, giving Dew his space, and waits.

Dew trembles as he forces the words out between sobs. “I’m sorry for being such a jerk. You guys were just trying to help.”

“Yeah, you’ve really been a shit recently.” Swiss agrees, teasingly rather than meanly.

Dew shrinks. “I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

“Oh baby.” Swiss scoots a little closer. “We don’t hate you. Why do you think we haven’t thrown you off the tour bus yet?”

“But I probably deserve it at this point.” He whimpers.

“Nah, not quite.”

“Great, another thing I can’t do right.” Dew huffs and rolls his eyes but there’s no malice in it. Instead he just sounds disappointed in himself.

“Stop that. You can do plenty of things right.”

“Uh huh.” Dew frowns, unconvinced.

“Well first of all, you're the best lead guitarist I know.”

“That’s mean to Ifrit. And Alpha.”

“I don’t care. You’re better.” Dew gives him a look but Swiss continues. “You also make amazing pancakes.”

“That’s like the only thing I can do in the kitchen.”

“So? I love pancakes.”

Dew’s sobs have slowed to the occasional sniffle and a smile is threatening to break out so Swiss keeps going.

“And let's see. You’re pretty too. That doesn’t hurt.”

Dew makes a pouty face but Swiss interrupts before he can protest.

“You are. And I have excellent taste so you know it’s true.”

That does it and the corners of Dew’s lips are quivering upwards. He ducks his head in an attempt to hide.

“In fact, the only thing I can think of that you’re bad at is getting us to hate you.” Swiss closes the distance and nuzzles Dew’s head. “We love you, you little idiot. Don’t forget it, okay?” He purrs in Dew’s ear.

Rather than pull away, Dew leans into Swiss and rewards him for his efforts with a low purr of his own.

“Thanks Swiss.” Dew mumbles shyly.

“Of course Droplet.”

Dew suddenly looks up. “I need to apologize to the others.”

“That you do, but it can wait until the morning. Right now you need sleep.”

“But-”

“No buts. Go shower and change into comfy clothes. I showered back at the venue so I’ll get a nest set up.”

Dew does as he’s told and gets up. He shucks his boots and clothes on his way to the bathroom. The hot water does wonders, washing away sweat and his bad mood alike. He feels infinitely better as he towels off and slips into clean sweats. When he steps out of the bathroom, he finds a blanket nest on the bed as promised, Swiss ensconced in the middle.

“C’mere.” Swiss beckons and Dew hops on the bed and curls up next to him, his back to the multi ghoul’s chest. Swiss pulls a blanket over the two of them and starts to run his claws through Dew’s golden mane.

Once he gets all the tangles out, he starts to braid, humming softly. Dew can’t help but be reminded of Aether. The quintessence ghoul used to do this as well. He figures Aether probably told Swiss how to help and normally Dew would be angry. It’s something special and private. Aether is typically the only one Dew can truly open up with, and be this vulnerable around. But now, he finds he doesn’t mind. He lets himself relax for once as Swiss hums and whispers praise and affirmations.

Dew doesn’t know at what point he drifts off, just that for the first time in a while he’s slept peacefully. Nightmare free.

As soon as he sees the others at breakfast he apologizes. Despite his fears, they all forgive him immediately and he finds himself in the middle of a group hug. He doesn’t even feign dislike, and just lets himself enjoy being held. In their arms he feels warm, and safe, and loved.

#the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop/swiss #dewdrop/aether #fluff #sfw #hurt/comfort #ghoul cuddles #feelings #lys writes

[oswildin]

Something New (Loki x GN!Reader)

Summary: You have known each other since you were children on Asgard, you’ve been there through everything… And now you’re stranded on a junk planet with the man you believed to be dead for four years… It was time for a honest chat.

A/N: Set during ‘Thor Ragnarok’, no descriptors or use of ‘Y/N’.

“Silent treatment, is it? How juvenile. And a little boring.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, irritation flashing through your features at Loki’s - deliberately - vexing comment. Shaking your head, you stayed looking out the large window of the quarters you and Loki had been forced to share, especially after he had told the Grandmaster you two were married.

“Ah, I see, you’re in the honeymoon phase. Well, we are very progressive here on Sakaar.” The Grandmaster had mused. “We have husbands, wives, consorts, throuples and in-betweens. I can give you a leaflet if you like-“ To which quickly you had held up a hand, shaking your head, overwhelmed by the junk planet you’d ended up on, let alone the intricacies of their… escapades. No, you were much more focused on finding a way off of the planet and to Asgard to stop Hela, and then back to Midgard to live your life in peace.

It had been a few days since Loki and Thor had appeared on Midgard before your eyes, the shock and disbelief you felt still fresh in your mind at the sight of Loki - alive. And finding out he had faked his death for Asgard’s throne… Well, that was just the cherry on top. You forgave him for trying to destroy Jotunheim, you tried to forgive him for attacking New York… Fighting side by side against the Dark Elves had felt right… And then, he was gone. Dead, you thought.

“You seriously think you can go god-knows how long without speaking to me?” Loki inquired, raising a curious brow. “Whether you like it or not, we are in this together.” He nodded to himself. “And I, for one, am not about to let the opportunity to gain the Grandmasters favour, get close and perhaps take his place, slip me by.”

“Oh my god-“ You whirl around, finally facing him as your brows crease. “Are you serious?” You snap, a beat of silence filling the air between you. When you see him furrow his brows in a look that said ‘well, yes’, you couldn’t help but let a tired laugh escape your lips, head falling back slightly as your gaze flickered to the ceiling.

“I fail to see how that is funny-“ Loki huffed, tilting his head faintly.

“No, you’re right-“ You sigh, shaking your head, gaze fixed upon him once more. “It isn’t funny. No, in fact-“ You take a step closer. “It’s hilarious.” Loki blinked, irritation creeping up on him now at your mocking words. “Because, of course, Asgard was simply just… not enough?” You raise a brow. “Having Odin sent to Midgard, his death leading to the unleashing of the Goddess of Death who is now set on ruling Asgard and possibly destroying anyone or anything in her way… Was… not enough.”

Loki averted his eyes, looking down as his jaw twitched, your words hitting him with the harsh reality that his actions had consequences.

“And instead of doing the right thing and wanting to try and leave this hel, you wish to… stay? Ignore that our home is in danger?” Silence fell between you both, giving you the answer you needed as you let out an exasperated breath. “Right, well then.” You muttered, straightening yourself. “You’ve made yourself clear.” You went to move, going to find your own way off of Sakaar, with or without Loki’s help.

“Wait-“ Loki sighed, reaching out to grasp your wrist, stopping your leave. “Just… wait.” He added, tone slightly softer. You looked up to meet his stare, seeing the uncertainty on his features. “I…” He sighed once again. “I’m sorry.” He finally muttered, eyes quickly flickering to the wall before landing back on you. “Alright?” He slowly let go of your wrist. “I didn’t think.”

“No, you’re right, you didn’t.” You grumbled, folding your arms over your chest, your own eyes moving to stare firmly at the wall behind Loki. Loki could see the tension in your frame, the hurt he had caused by faking his death still clinging to you like an old wound. He clasped his hands into fists at his sides briefly, before letting them fall naturally, letting out a slow breath whilst doing so.

“You can’t be too surprised by that.” Loki tried, tone wry. “Whilst my intelligence may be high, it seems my… ability for considering others emotions is somewhat lacking.” You scoffed at that. “‘Always so perceptive about everyone but yourself’.” Loki mumbled to himself, making you glance at him. He let out a breathy, quick laugh as he shook his head lightly, lips pursing. “Yet it seems my perception can be… also lacking when it comes to those closest.” He added quietly.

You stayed silent, unsure on what to say - on what he wanted you to say. Instead, you sighed, unfolding your arms, moving towards a nearby seat as you felt Loki’s eyes watching your every move. “I’m tired, Loki.” You finally spoke, sitting down, elbows on your knees, hands clasped together. “You’re supposed to be my dearest friend, and yet… it feels as though you are intent on creating distance between us.”

Loki raised his chin faintly, before taking close calculated steps towards you, a slightly awkward aura surrounding him. He wasn’t one to be open with such matters as friendship and emotions. But perhaps… it was time he tried. Tentatively, he took a seat beside you, leaving a respectable distance, knowing he had to earn the right to be close to you again.

The truth was, whilst you may have been dear friends once, over the years it had… changed. Ever since Loki discovered the truth about his heritage, maybe even before that. When he chose to lie to you about the Frost Giants entry into Asgard, he had made his choice. He had chosen self-preservation. Something that in his time ruling Asgard, he realised was… hollow. And you never truly were just a dear friend to him. Nor him to you, even if it was unspoken.

“It was truly never my intention to cause you pain.” Loki spoke lowly, side-glancing at you, trying to gauge your every reaction to his words. “Thor… on the other hand.” He added wryly, raising a brow. “I suppose apart of me… wanted him to feel it. So he understood.” It was spoken as if he was processing it in real time. Your gaze drifted to Loki, eyeing his profile as he spoke. “And when you came to Odin… to me…” He corrected before pausing. “And asked to return to Midgard, to live your life among the mortals I once sought to rule…” He let out a quiet breath. “I could do nothing but allow it. Knowing the hurt I had caused, the rift I had created…”

Loki’s words hung in the air, a subtle tension hanging with them as you bit your lower lip lightly, unclasping your hands to sit up straight, keeping them resting on your knees. “Midgard…” You began softly. “The time I spent there after New York, aiding them rebuild their city… It gave me purpose.” You turned your head to look at him properly. “Odin had forbidden me from seeing you in your cell, Thor was with Jane and I…” You sighed. “I just wanted to do something… good.”

Loki listened intently, his expression neutral, if not slightly more tender than his usual look of indifference. He waited for you to continue, not wanting to interrupt. “And then after… thinking you were dead on Svartalfheim…” You shook your head. “I just… couldn’t bear being home.”

Loki felt a pang in his usually guarded heart at those words, his head dipping as he moved a hand to the bridge of his nose. Odin’s words when he sent him away still clung to the corners of his mind.

“You will not see them again, you have done enough damage there.”

In his own way, he thought he was protecting you. Stopping you from being hurt anymore by making you believe he was dead.

“I thought-“ He cleared his throat, lifting his head. “After everything I had done…” He trailed off, not daring to look at you.

“That what?” You blinked, furrowing your brows. “I just… wouldn’t care?” You breathed out, disbelief in your voice. Loki finally then took the risk of glancing at you, seeing the bewildered look on your features. “You think… that after everything, the good and the bad, that I wouldn’t care if you were gone?” Loki stayed quiet, but the look on his face told you all you needed to know. “You’re an idiot.” You huffed, shaking your head, pushing yourself to your feet as Loki blinked at your reaction. “You are… an A-Grade idiot.”

“I see Midgard has also taught you some rather interesting language-“ He quipped wryly, brows furrowing as he stayed seated, a hand moving to a small shrug. You turned round to look at him, hands on your hips.

“Midgard taught me a lot, thank you.” You snapped slightly, letting out a breath as you looked out the window across the room once again. “I could’ve left you to your own designs in New York, let the others handle it, but when Thor told me you were alive, what you were planning, I demanded to go with him.” You looked down at him again, searching his upturned gaze. “When Odin forbid me from seeing you in your cell, sending me to Midgard to clear up your mess, all I could think about was what you were thinking, how you were feeling.” You saw Loki’s brows begin to unknit, a flash of emotion going through his ice blue eyes. “And then when we fought side by side on Svartalfheim, I thought it was a fresh start. Us, fighting side by side…” Your voice wavered faintly, but Loki noticed as he gracefully got to his feet. “To watch you die.” You whispered.

Loki swallowed the lump in his throat, taking a tentative step closer, one hand slightly outstretched, as if he was approaching a startled animal. “To find out, you were alive for four years. Four years, Loki.” Your voice raised slightly, anger surfacing. “And even now, you are plotting and scheming. It never ends, does it?”

Loki’s eyelids fluttered briefly, face lowering to look down at his leather boots as he tried to think of what to say - what you would want him to say. “What can I say? I’m an opportunist.” He finally spoke, words quiet. Usually, those words would’ve been laced with wry humour, but instead they were almost honest sounding. He lifted his face, eyes flickering to your hands on your hips as he took a leap of chance, reaching for one of your hands. He was surprised when you didn’t snatch your hand away, but didn’t let it show.

“You…” He breathed out. “Are… a defender. Just like you always wanted to be.” He spoke softly. “I am… proud…” The words felt slightly foreign on his tongue, such open sentiment. “-of how far you have come.” His words were almost a whisper, as your own gaze threaten to soften. “And I… am still searching.” He gave a brief, solemn smile. “Searching for what I want to be.” He paused. “I do what I do because… it’s what I know how… to do.” His eyes searched yours, as if you had the answer, but knowing that ultimately, it was he who needed to work it out. “I don’t enjoy hurting people. I do it… because I have to, because I’ve had to.”

Your gaze finally softened, shoulders relaxing slightly as you took in his admission. You always knew that the Loki he portrayed to most was a mask, a defence mechanism… Yes, he was mischievous and cunning, but he was also multifaceted. You had seen it yourself. He was capable of so much more than the hollow quest he strived for.

“I know.” You whispered, squeezing his hand lightly. “But going round in circles, it’s never going to give you what you’re searching for. You can’t… discover if you don’t do something new.” You continued lowly, raising a brow. “Maybe, whatever you’re truly searching for isn’t a throne, or to rule or whatever else that falls under that umbrella, but maybe what you’re really looking for is-“

But before you could finish your thought, Loki’s lips had pressed to yours. You froze for a moment, taken back, before feeling yourself relax, his hand gently squeezing yours as his free one came to gently cup your cheek. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to melt into the kiss - a kiss you had been waiting centuries for. His kiss was as tender as it was passionate, reverent even. It was a kiss that took your breath away - at the risk of sounding cliche.

After a moment, you broke apart, Loki pulling back to observe your face, eyes flickering over your features in a questioning way, wondering if he had overstepped, if he had done the right thing by… being vulnerable. When your eyes finally reopened, finding his, the look on his face was a mix of nerves and contentment, a strange contradiction… Very Loki.

“What… what was that for?” You breathed out, still slightly in awe at the way your heart was beating in your chest. Loki blinked, raising his brows.

“Well, you… did say that I couldn’t discover if I didn’t try something new…” He said lowly, tone holding a hint of his usual cheekiness that made your lip twitch, threatening to smile.

“And?” You asked quietly, his hand still in yours, his other still cupping your cheek gently.

“And I…” He cleared his throat. “I- uh- think I rather like this… ‘something new’.” His lips quirked up into a faint smirk, eyes glimmering with hope and care, possibly even excitement. “If you like it as well, of course-“ He added, slightly rushed, a little awkward.

“No, yeah- I mean-“ You nodded, clearing your own throat. “Yeah. I like it.”

“Yeah?” Loki raised a brow, voice breathy.

“Yeah.” You smiled softly, once more squeezing his hand in assurance as Loki let his own lips be tugged into a small, almost bashful smile.

“To something new.”

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[fictionalgap]

Steal My Heart

(chapter4)

Pairing: Kit Thantalos x Reader

Summary: Kit makes you a surprise.

Warnings: Swearing, underwater kiss😉😉😉

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Song Recommendation: Fire on fire - Sam Smith

You and Kit have been riding for two hours. Wherever Kit wanted to visit, It was really close to where your mother stayed.

"Kit, why are we here?" you asked suspiciously.

She stopped in front of your house. You stopped when she stopped.

She got off from the horse and landed on her feet. She approached to you and said "Suprise!" with a giant smile.

Your mouth moved but no words came out. You didn't know how did she knew you lived here but you were happy that she brought you here.

You saw your mum at the door of your house.

"Y/N!" She ran at you with open arms.

You got off from your horse and ran to her. You hugged and Kit watched you from where she stood.

"I wasn't expecting you too soon." your mother said with excitement.

"Should I go back?" you teased her with a smirk.

She playfully hit your shoulder then hugged you tighter. You broke the hug.

You turned to Kit. "This is Ki-, the Princess of Tir Aslee-"

"Your highness." your mum bowed to Kit.

"It's really nice to meet you. Just Kit is enough." she smiled to your mother.

"It is really nice to meet you too, Kit." she smiled then looked at you.

"Don't stand there, come in. " Your mum hurried into your house.

You all walked into the house. You and Kit were sitting in your kitchen. Marlene and kids were out somewhere. Your mum was brewing some tea as you fidgeted with your fingers anxiously.

"Thank you." you said to the girl next to you with a smile. "Don't. I just wanted a break from the castle." she pushed the subject away. A pleased smile obvious on her face.

"How did you know I lived here?" you questioned.

She cleared her throat after she avoided your gaze.

Your mum came with teas and placed them on the table. You both took the cups.

Your mum sat down with a wide smile.

"So, tell me everything."

Kit told her how you saved her life. You told about how Queen forgave your crimes and had a generous job offer for you.

Your mum told Marlene and her kids were great to her. They were able to live well since she was town's healer and made more than enough money. She told you she helped her during she was working and also take care of the kids.

You were grateful Marlene was there for your mother. You knew your mother wanted to give up on doing theft long time ago.

Your father didn't want to. He was a good man but he liked stealing so much it was almost like he needed it.

"Once a thief, always a thief." you remembered his words to your mother after she told him she didn't wanted to do this anymore.

After a couple of hours it was almost evening. "We should get back." you turned to Kit.

Kit nodded and stood up from her seat. You felt her hand brushing yours.

You said your goodbyes then got back on the road to the castle.

"You never answered me." You asked her calmly.

"Hm?" She turned to you.

"How did you know I lived here?"

She sighed nervously.

"You know that while were training your letter fell down. When you went to drink water I read it before I gave it to you." She looked down.

You stopped riding your horse. Your face fell with disappointment. Never in a million years you would think of her as someone like that.

"I know It's not nice to read someone else's p-"

"No. It's not and-" You started to get angry but something stopped you.

Your eyes got bigger when you looked at her direction.

"Kit. Don't move."

Kit's eyes widen with fear and she had the urge just to take a look but she couldn't.

She had a big hairy spider on her shoulder.

You didn't know how the hell she didn't feel that. It looked big and poisonous.

'What is with the Princess Of Tir Asleen and poisonous animals?' you thought to yourself.

She eyed her left and with realization her eyes got wider and she panicked for a second then fell from the horse.

She fell into the mud and now she was covered in it.

"Fuuuuuck!"

You snorted as you ran to her, saving her from the mud and the spider.

Spider was barely in the mud, was already crawling its way out to the clean grass.

You held Kit's hand and helped her up.

"Come on, there is a pond over there."

She groaned as she followed your lead.

She got rid of her outer clothes and you both washed them . You were glad it was Summer. It would dry quickly.

"I am sorry."

You looked at her direction.

"I shouldn't have looked. I just I didn't know why I did it. I - I guess I was curious or I-I don't have any excuse. When It's about you I just want to know more. A-and I guess I got excited."

You knew she was telling the truth.

You nodded to her and to yourself.

She looked at you as she was waiting for an 'I forgive you.'

Instead you stood up and wondered around the pond. She got up from her seat and stood next to you.

She looked in your eyes desperately. "Y/N?"

You stared at her coldly and she frowned at your expression.

Then, all of a sudden, you put your hands on her arms and pushed her to the pond in front of you.

"Wha-" she managed to get out before water splashed around and your giggles filled the woods.

She got up to the surface and swam her way back and got off from the water.

You expected an annoyed look on her face but she was smiling. She came next to you with her arms on her waist.

She bit her lip and nodded to herself. "I deserved it."

You laughed. She smiled as you laughed more.

What you didn't expect was her pushing you into the water.

You found yourself in blue-green pond and you saw her jumping in the water again. She was swimming to your direction. You looked at her with a smile. There was enough light inside the pond. Thanks to the Sun. You could see her clearly.

You saw her looking at you softly. That look melt your heart but also It awoke something inside you. You pulled her to yourself to give a peck to her lips. You looked at her face. It was blank. Than you swam to the surface and took a deep breath. When you saw her coming right after you. You couldn't find the courage to face her.

You took a deep breath and dived into the pond. You decided to wait there as If that was a good solution. You saw her coming down. She had a happy expression on her face as much as someone can when they are holding their breath. She came down to your level.

Then something you never could have guess happened. She held your cheeks with both of your hands and kissed you. You relaxed into the kiss as you felt her not hating this.

Your smile met your eyes as she clinged onto you. You looked at her eyes as she looked at yours. You held her arms but she smiled and pulled you to the surface with her.

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[vargskelegore]

ik you got a million requests rn but the roommate hc was TOO GOOD!! imagine bringing a GUY back to the dorm without telling shuri (to get back at her LMAO). mamas is HEATEDDDDD

author’s note: see you ate with this fren.... i swear when i saw this i just KNEW i had to write about it. wrote this while listening to inhale by bryson tiller. also, the hbcu!shuri tag is now considered popular!!! thank y’all so much for getting me to this point :) as per usual, all of this is my original work and hbcu!shuri as a concept belongs to me. thank you!

inhale. - hbcu!shuri x black!fem!reader

warnings: a bit mature, implied sexual things, semi angsty???? a very annoyed shuri.

requests: closed for now! read about why here.

word count: 1,312 words!

another friday, another ‘time-to-get-this-day-over-with-so-you-can-hang-out-with-shuri.’ or was it? it had been a week since she brought a girl over to y’alls dorm without saying a word, and honestly, you felt like it was long overdue to get back at her.

other people would call this petty, but you called it-- well, you called it petty too, but you also called it ‘well deserved pettiness.’ shuri had apologized so many times since the incident, and you forgave her every time, but you needed her to see how much it bothered you when she did it.

there was no majorette practice today, so you decided to make your way to basketball practice to speak to a friend. a very special friend.

your earbuds loudly played the city girls- there sure as hell was sound bleeding, but you really didn’t care because they were your go-to’s for an anthem when you wanted to be petty.

‘don’t nun but this cash make this pussy talk..’

as you continued to make your way to the basketball court, your phone dinged. there was no doubt in your mind that it was shuri. you decided to ignore her for the time being. you took a long sigh, realizing that ignoring her would take a lot more effort than expected, but you still pursued.

you stopped at the door for the basketball court, looking down at the time on your phone, before looking up and opening the door. you looked around as you walked around, hands in your pockets as you looked for a friend.

you leaned on the side of the bleachers and waited for him to notice you. once he did, he raised his eyebrow at you and jogged over. “girl, what are you doing here? you don’t ever come to practice.” he questioned, crossing his arms.

“michael, i need to ask you a favor..”

“it can never be good when you’re asking me a favor.” he responded almost immediately, and it made you chuckle. “valid response.. just do this for me?”

“hook me up with either gina or marquise, then we can talk. i have no preference.” rolling your eyes, you sighed. “fine. we have a deal.”

michael smiled at those words. “bet. let me finish practice and we can talk afterwards.” you nodded in response as you sat down on the bleachers, crossing your legs and checking your phone, realizing that shuri was still texting you. a smirk curled onto your lips before you turned your phone off.

practice was over after thirty minutes, and michael walked over to you, bag across his shoulder. “alright, i’m ready, y/n.” you got up from the bleachers and led him out of the gym.

“so.. are you gonna tell me what this is all about, now?” he urged, following behind you. “i need your help in making someone jealous.” those words made him groan. “girl, you cannot be serious. who?”

“...so, y’know my roommate?”

“that lil gay girl?” his words made your jaw drop before you hit his arm. “michael! she’s got a name, y’know..”

“right, it’s shuri udaku. yeah, i know her. everyone does, she’s the princess of wakanda.” michael said in a blunt tone. “okay, well.. last week she brought this girl to our dorm and didn’t tell me.”

“who, jaz? because she’s been feening after shuri for a while.. like since she started attending the school.” that made you roll your eyes. “that’s her name?”

“yeah, her. i remember her from when she went to tryouts for the majorette team when you weren’t there and apparently she did awful.” a small scoff escaped michael’s lips.

“some girl she is.. anyways, i need you to-”

“pretend to be your new boy toy and bring me to the dorm unannounced? i’m not surprised. don’t she know you like girls, though?”

“i don’t know, we kissed a few times, and-”

“then girl, what the hell is the point of doing this? if you don’t take your ass to the dorm and tell her you love her! fuck is the point of beating around the bush, y’all both gay, just date.” michael rambled, placing a hand on his hip.

“it’s not that simple, i just.. i need her to see that what she did really hurt me.”

“this is the most toxic way of getting your point across, i hope you know that.”

“i’m gonna tell marquise that you don’t like dudes.”

“...just take me to the damn dorm.”

shuri sat on her bed anxiously. she had been checking her phone like crazy for the last hour because you hadn’t texted back. was there a party she wasn’t aware of? did you actually end up having practice? all of these thoughts suddenly went away once she heard the door unlocking.

she immediately looked up from her phone like a dog seeing a squirrel. she couldn’t even wait anymore, she bolted to the door and opened it with a wide smile.. only to be greeted by the sight of you.. and a very, very tall man. that had his hand on your waist.

she tried to contain how shocked she looked. in fact, her heart jumped out of her chest at the sight. she cleared her throat as she stood aside, holding the door open and watching you two walk inside.

“um.. hey, y/n. i thought we had plans-- why didn’t you text back?” her voice was quite nervy, and you just looked at her and tilted your head. “you texted? oh.. i didn’t see it, phone must’ve died.” you shrugged, setting your bag down.

her heart slightly dropped. she took a swallow before opening her mouth again. “and.. who is this? i don’t think i’ve met him before.” you could hint the bitterness in her voice, and it made your heart race.

“oh.. this is michael. he’s on the basketball team.” you giggled a bit as you looked up at michael with a smile.

“wassup, lil bro.”

now that just sent shuri over the damn edge. her hand was slowly balling up into a fist, but she tried to keep it cool. “hello, michael. i’m not sure if you’re.. aware, but y/n is occupied for the night, we actually had plans tonight, right y/n?” shuri looked back at you with a soft face, but you could tell it was angry as hell behind all of that.

“but, i-”

“no, no.. we planned yesterday, correct?” there was no way you could say no to her. that smile was practically forcing you to say yes.

“..yeah. i’m sorry, michael.” was all you could manage to say. it was all going to plan, yes, but you didn’t exactly plan the outcome.

michael, playing the perfect role of a straight man, smacked his teeth and stuck his hands in his pockets. “aight. it’s cool. text me when you get a chance, y/n.” he looked back at you as he got up and walked to the door.

“yeah, we’ll see if she manages to go through with that, she just brings around so many guys.” shuri lied, a small laugh escaping her lips as she looked back at you with a wink.

your heart fluttered slightly. shuri urged him out the door, and slammed the door shut before locking it as well.

the room was silent for a moment.

“michael, huh? a basketball player? i knew you were absolutely ridiculous.” she began to laugh as you got up and tried to walk over to your desk to avoid this conversation.

“no no no, you don’t get to do that.” she was quick to grab your arm and spin you around. she placed a hand on your waist as she looked down at you and smiled. “what’s wrong? cat got your tongue?” you felt more than one area on your body flutter, and you managed to let out a whimper.

“i’ll make you real audible soon enough.”

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[itaehynz]

the way things go. — c.bg

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn!reader x choi yeonjun.

genre: fluff + angst (kinda)

warnings: some lyrics from ‘the way things go’ by beabadoobee.

summary: it’s been two years since your heartbreak. he comes back to apologize but it’s too late.

part 1 | part 2

it’s been two years & your life has been falling nothing short of happiness. you’ve been the happiest you can be and you sort of thank beomgyu for that, without the breakup you wouldn’t have realized your worth.

you’re worthy of having friends outside of your relationship, being in touch with your family, going out with friends without feeling guilty.

even though, after the breakup you did fall into a sort of depressive state, knowing that beomgyu and your bestfriend were the only sort of consistency in your life. the only people you felt like you had. but that wasn’t true, no it wasn’t. they were holding you back.

now that it’s over, you’ve blossomed into a beautiful, social butterfly. making new friends wherever you go, bagging job interviews wherever you went. actually no, you’ve bagged a job already!

it pays amazing, you enjoy working there, amazing co-workers & one of them seem to have a little crush on you. let’s just say, it’s not unrequited… you have a date with him tonight!

his name is yeonjun, he works in the upper level but you always see him in the morning at your local cafe & you two always end up walking to work together, ever since then you’ve two hit it off. he’s a sweetheart, you enjoy speaking with him and he’s extremely good looking.

so as of right now, you’re at home to prepare yourself for your date. you didn’t dress up or anything because yeonjun said he wanted to start off small.

he’s supposed to be picking you up at 8:30. it’s 8:20 and you’re already dressed, sitting down and watching tv. you’re relaxing before he arrives but you hear a small knock at your door. pausing your show, you walk over to your door unlocking it and being faced with an all too familiar figure.

“beomgyu?”

“hi y/n,” he says.

“what are you doing here?” you question him, blinking in confusion as it’s been nearly three years since you’ve last seen him.

there's so much left to say.

he clears his throat, preparing for what he came to say but he’s slightly unfocused. you look perfect, your hair is styled differently than usual, and there are no longer exhaustion bags under your eyes.

was he the cause of your change? that shouldn’t even be a question, obviously he was (in the worst way).

“i… i came here to say sorry. for two years ago, i gave up on our relationship and instead of just breaking up with you, i cheated on you with your best friend. i’m really sorry y/n.”

you aren’t shocked that that’s what he came here for but, you didn’t expect it to be now.

i guess i'm just the bigger guy,

“i already forgave you, beomgyu,” you sigh, “forgiving and forgetting. it’s all in the past now.”

he looks shocked to hear your answer and he opens his mouth to reply but he hears your elevator ding behind him, turning around to see who it is.

you peek out of your apartment to see who he’s looking at and smile in response, “hi yeonjun!” you say, which causes beomgyu to look back at you in confusion.

i'm happy now, i ought to let you know

“hey y/n! who’s this?” he asks as he reaches out to shake beomgyu’s hand. beomgyu shakes his hand hesitantly with a small smile on his face.

“oh, this is beomgyu. he’s an old friend of mine,” you reply, looking up at beomgyu once again. “no worries, he was just leaving so we can be on our way in a few! let me just finish speaking with him for a moment,” yeonjun nods, going to hug you and then walk back to the elevator.

in my mind, you always stay the same

you turn back to beomgyu sighing, “i’ve moved on beomgyu, your apology is long overdue and i’m over it. it’s best you get over it too, if you’re not already.” smiling gently before reaching inside your apartment for your jacket, “see you.” you say as you leave out of your apartment, closing the door and walking away from beomgyu as you walk over to yeonjun with a bright smile.

and i don't mind that that's the way things go

beomgyu stands there as he watches you hug the so-called ‘yeonjun’ once more, sadness glazing his eyes. turning away to walk down the stairs with his hands in his pockets, coming to the realization that you’ve actually moved on.

oh, i guess that's just the way things go.

but hey, he’s the cause of it and all he can do is blame himself. he wasn’t good for you and you were too good for him, that’s just the way things go.

© TTYUNZ.

++ author’s note: hi guys! as i’m coming to the end of writing the long awaited ‘i can’t remember to forget you’, i decided to finish up this draft. it’s the sequel to my latest beomgyu fic & i hope you guys enjoy reading this as someone did request a part two!

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[honeybeesources]

— THINGS MY MUSES HAVE SAID.

Things  my  muses  have  said that have no place in any type of roleplay except crack and are likely only funny to me.  NSFW. Change  as  needed.

"Your  name's  caboose  'cause  you're  a  trainwreck." "I  got  slapped  in  a  Pizza  Hut  once." "Would  you  prefer  to  hit  me  over  the  head  with  a  rock  until  I  stop  moving?" "[MUSE  NAME]  beats  my  ass  in  4K." "Bro  can't  deal  with  a  little  trauma." "Some  of  y'all  are  freaks.  I  say  this  lovingly." "Kisses  your  little  head  tenderly  like  a  loving  mother." "Your  mother  should  have  swallowed  you." "It's  more  like  I'm  the  hurricane  taking  out  the  town  your  parade  is  in." "No,  I  think  that's  Hamtaro  fanfiction." "That's  him,  my  little  Baja  Blast." "Shut  it,  you  piss-soaked  urinal  cake." "You  both  smell  like  unwashed  ballsacks.  That's  why  you  belong  together." "Whoa,  a  newcomer  joins  the  misogynists." "Please,  sir,  it's  cold  and  wet  outside.  Might  I  just  stand  by  the  fire  with  my  ears  covered?" "Go  dong  yourself." "Do  you  want  to  end  up  in  a  garbage  bag  again?" "Tell  me  why  I've  known  you  for  going  on  three  years  and  the  desire  to  murder  you  in  cold  blood  has  only  grown  the  more  we  interact." "Oh  no,  whatever  would  I  do  if  you  never  forgave  me  for  maiming  you  after  several  warnings  that  you  did  not  follow?  My  life  would  be  ruined.  Truly  in  shambles." "I  hope  you  get  an  incurable  illness." "I  think  you  should  seek  mental  help." "Do  you  want  to  play  with  the  tires  of  my  car  again?" "I  hope  ants  crawl  into  your  urethra." "You  can  try,  but  I  have  a  doberman  who  loves  to  eat  garbage  and  when  we  sees  you,  he's  gonna  have  a  field  day." "I've  fucked  few  mothers  in  my  years." "You  look  like  the  Grinch's  left  ass  cheek.  Can  I  trade  you  for  another  rival?" "You  overestimate  how  much  I  care." "The  only  nightmare  here  is  your  profile  picture." "Two  kisses  and  I'll  think  about  Mater  for  ten  minutes."

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