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DESERVE IT - PART SEVEN

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Javier got jealous of you and you boyfriend and that leads to an argument, but once he needs your help, you find yourself compelled to help him

Warnings: mentions of smut, angst, fluff and a lot of stuff, jealousy, argument, mentions of violence, blood, bruises, cheating (idk to me that's cheating, sorry not sorry Manu lmao)

A/N: alright, let me start by telling you all that I was planning this chapter to be like 2k long or so but instead I got so carried away with it as always because I don't know this Javi series makes me feel things and then I just write these things. A lot happens in this chapter and I know not everyone will be happy because some of you like my boyfriend DEA agent Javier Peña to suffer 😭 but i love the final result and I'll continue on the A/N under the chapter so there will be no spoilers here 😉

• PART ONE

• PART TWO

• PART THREE

• PART FOUR

• PART FIVE

• PART SIX

5.7k words

this chapter was made with all my love™ enjoy 💕

You woke up in a great mood the next morning. You were naked in bed and you felt the slightest hint of desire in your lower belly as you felt the presence behind your stir.

You giggled happily and sank your face into the pillow, thinking of last night and the flashes you had of his hands on your body, his lips, his mouth, everything… and the way the same lips trailed kisses down your neck.

"Mm Javi" you whimpered and bit your lips.

"What did you say?" Manu's voice snapped you out of your drunk feeling of sleep and post orgasm and you widen your eyes open. You closed your eyes again "shit" you mouthed and slowly turned to him, giving him a wide smile as if nothing happened

"I said good morning baby" you told your boyfriend and blushed softly, hoping he would buy it, after all you had whispered in a low voice, besides, who assure you you had actually said Javier's name? Maybe you were still sleeping after all. However, as much as you would love to trick yourself and pretend nothing happened so you wouldn't feel guilty, you had to face the truth. You literally fantasized about Javier Peña while having sex with your boyfriend. Not only that, you only came because you kept picturing Javier making you cum and wet his bedsheets with your squirt while Manu tried his best, because you were sure that your boyfriend wouldn't be able to make you do that, not even if he spent the whole day overstimulating you. Javi on the other hand, would be able to make you pour like a fountain in a blink of an eye.

Manu tried his best and you appreciated that… but then, that was his best? Which meant sex with him wouldn't be anything better than what you experienced? You guessed the expression you were looking for was just that. It felt so basic, so bland, and you felt so guilty about summing your relationship up to only that.

You finally had met a nice guy, someone who treated you well and you could feel safe with, so maybe complaining about sex was something shallow? But on the other hand, sex was very important for a relationship, so it was a big deal.

Manu grumbled and nodded "morning princesa, I'll make us breakfast" he kissed your shoulder and got up.

You frowned.

Princesa, he had called you princesa. It sounded so weird, usually Javier was the one who called you that and you loved it, but another man using the same word caused you a weird feeling.

You tried ignoring your own thoughts and went to shower, you wanted to get rid of the sweat, the sticky feeling on your skin and get ready for your day. You still needed to work on your potato salad and a batch of brownies for dessert, just like you'd promised Connie. You would meet up in a few hours for the barbecue, it would be in the patio of your apartment building and Steve was probably already setting up the grill outside, maybe Javier was helping him.

Javier.

He was back in your mind and you didn't seem to catch a break, you hadn't been that hooked on him since you realized you'd fallen in love with that son of a bitch nearly a year ago, and now, even if you had a boyfriend, you were going through a better phase in your job, he was still there, haunting you.

You rinsed your hair and grabbed the soap, washing down your body when you got distracted again.

Your mind went back to the night you found out about his involvement with Los Pepes, how desperate he got, the way he pressed himself against you and began kissing your skin. How got so close to your breasts and you once again let your mind wander and allowed yourself to imagine what would've happened if he pulled your bra a little further, if he'd seen your nipples hardening in front of him. He would massage your tits, you were sure of it, he would squeeze them, pinch your nipples before kissing each of them and lick them.

But he wouldn't be satisfied with it yet, you were sure of it. You just knew he would suckle on your nipples and make you whimper louder than one of his prostitutes.

An obscene thought occurred to you as you pictured Javi licking your tits: had he ever been with a pregnant woman? If so, had he ever tried her breast milk?

You didn't know where that came from and it got you even more weirded out to picture yourself, pregnant with his baby letting him try the warm droplets that dripped down your breasts.

You scoffed at yourself, Javier wasn't trust worthy to be fuck buddies, let alone the father of your child, and yet, the scenario made your clit throb.

And before you could stop yourself, you had your fingers inside of your slippery pussy, pretending they were his fingers instead.

Coming back to the other night, you enjoyed picturing that if you hadn't pushed him away and locked yourself in your apartment, you would probably get down on your knees and blow his cock.

You hadn't seen Javier naked, but you felt his cock a couple of times when he hugged you and accidentally let your body too close to his waist. His pants were tight and he was big, and you were suspicious you occasionally gave him a boner or two by accident. So you felt he was big, it seemed that way.

So you pictured yourself freeing his cock, watching his tip glistening with pre cum and taking it to your mouth, sucking his dick while he would grip your hair and you would stroke his base.

Then you just knew you would massage his balls and lick them too, his balls would be so heavy carrying all the thick load he would empty on your pretty face.

And with that dirty, obscene fantasy, you managed to cum, biting your lips so you wouldn't make a lot of noise. And without even knowing, Javier had sent you to a delicious orgasm for the second time in less than 24 hours.

When you came down to your senses, you sighed disappointed in yourself, feeling another wave of guilt. As if it wasn't bad enough you'd fantasized about the guy while your boyfriend was on top of you, now you were finger fucking yourself thinking of him, your boyfriend just a few meters away from you in the kitchen making you waffles for breakfast and you rubbing one off for the guy next door.

You stared at your own reflection in the mirror as you brushed your teeth.

Just as guilt came, it quickly faded. You didn't know exactly what had changed in this whole Javier-Y/N mess you'd been living, but after the Los Pepes night - you decided to call it that way - it was like you were letting your guard down around Javier, and in the worst way: sexually.

You felt so tired of behaving like a nice woman, like a decent person and there was a side of you that just wished you could drop everything you had in life and surrender to Javier. You literally felt like whoring around and of course, you'd learned from the best.

So what was really stopping you from knocking on his door and letting him fuck you?

Your boyfriend for instance, you reminded yourself. Manu was such a nice person, you liked him, but you didn't desire him.

And the way Javier looked at you and asked you if you were gonna care if he got killed made you want to slap him in the face. How dare he think otherwise? How dare he think you wouldn't be utterly broken? Yes, he was an asshole, but he was your asshole and you hated to even think of that possibility.

When Manu knocked on the door you finally went back to your senses. What the fuck was all that that crossed your mind? It was like you were put under a spell while in the shower.

How could you even consider going after Javier after everything? Or when you had a nice relationship right there?

You decided to lie to yourself some more, at least it was a safe space for now.

•••

Javier groaned as he stepped outside and immediately put on his sunglasses. The warm weather and the sun bothered him deeply, especially at the little sleep he got the night before.

Well, not exactly the night before, because he'd spent the whole night drinking his anger and jealousy away. After what he heard coming from your apartment, coming from your mouth, he couldn't bear being in the same place as you, and especially not being in the same place as your stupid boyfriend.

Javier wanted to kick that door open, get him away from you, but he couldn't do it. It wasn't his place to do it anymore, you'd made your choice and unfortunately he wasn't part of it. So he decided to go out and drink. Of course he could go to a brothel, find himself some company, but he couldn't even trust his own self with that, he'd been so disturbed by everything that went on that the last couple of times he tried doing it he just couldn't get hard. It felt like you were haunting him, your image always lingered around and he couldn't break free from your spell, your presence, your love…

But nothing really mattered anymore, you were with someone else, and judging by the noises you were making you were enjoying every second of it. It pained him, but at the same time he knew it was what you deserved it: someone to love you and make you happy.

Even if it was the right thing, it still hurt him pretty bad. It twisted his guts, left a lump in his throat and the rush of adrenaline turned into a blinding rage he could kill your boyfriend with just a few punches.

So Javier sat down at a dirty table in some sketchy bar and drank one shot after the other.

He managed to get home in the morning, god knows how, and blacked out on his couch.

He didn't sleep nor rested, he literally passed out. However, a shower and a cigarette later, he was ready for Murphy's barbecue. He'd rather skip it and avoid facing you and Manu, but if he did it so, he would have to explain to Steve why he wasn't there, or worse, Steve could just knock on his door and make things more embarrassing for him. So he sucked it up and went to help his friend with the grill and the burgers, greeting Connie on his way and complimented her looks, being just the tiniest bit of flirt, as usual of Javier Peña, just a respectful way to remind women how pretty they were.

You, on the other hand, managed to avoid Manu's kisses during breakfast and after putting the brownies in the oven, you got to the egg salad. He was all the time hovering around you, certainly wanting to repeat last night's activities but you weren't in the mood.

Correction: you weren't in the mood with him, but you couldn't simply fantasize about Javier to get started so your boyfriend could have a quickie when you were just a couple of hours away from seeing him. How could you even look Javier in the eye after all the dirty thoughts you had of him? How could you act normal knowing the only reason why you had two mind blowing orgasms was thinking of him touching you, making you his and treating you like a slut?

You sighed as you finished peeling the potatoes and felt relieved to see Manu had given up trying to make up with you and went to get changed.

As you got yourself into nicer clothes, you knew it was time to go and just hoped everything would be alright.

Manu helped you carry the dishes as you went to the patio and found Steve, Connie and Javi.

Olivia was playing with a doll and as soon as she spotted you, she smiled big, extending her little arms to you and wanting you to pick her up.

You placed the bowl with your potato salad down and went to pick up the little girl. You lifted her up and twirled around holding her making her giggle "hi princess!!! I missed you!" You said excitedly and tickled her small tummy, earning some other adorable giggles from her.

Javier watched you from afar. His gaze wouldn't leave you for a single moment, hidden under his sunglasses, he took in all of you, of your body, of your clothes and how carefree and happy you were around Olivia. The way you smiled and played with her, as you thought no one was watching you was making it very difficult for him to hate you. He scoffed at himself, he could never bring himself to hate you, but he was trying to keep himself angry, because that was the only way he could be away and not screw things up between you and your boyfriend again.

But you always made his life so damn hard, especially when you were all gorgeous in your summer dress holding a giggly little princess in your arms.

Javier suddenly was taken back to the green fields of his dad's ranch in Laredo.

He could easily see you there, playing with a couple of toddlers - a boy and a girl - as the three of you would feed and pet the horses.

Then, when the sun was setting, the kids would all run to him calling him daddy and fighting each other to be the first one to hug him.

And then you would walk to him, all sun kissed, smelling like jasmine and coconut and would wrap your arms around his neck, welcoming your husband after a long day of hard work. A golden ring around your finger would be more than enough to show the whole town you were Mrs.Peña.

Where the fuck was that coming from?

Javier nearly dropped his can of beer when he realized where his mind wandered, he couldn't believe his brain betrayed him like that.

Since when was he the kind of man who would envision himself as a good husband and decent father of two? That was bonkers, he never wanted to be tied down, let alone be a father.

You were standing a few meters away from him with your boyfriend, the kind of guy who would probably give you that lifestyle because Manu was that kind of guy. Javier wasn't.

"Y/N… can you help me bring some plates?" Connie asked you sweetly and you nodded, putting Olivia down and promising you'd be there soon to play with her.

You followed Connie upstairs and walked into her apartment, it was everything very organized and cleaned. You couldn't help but smile at the pictures on the wall of herself and Steve, on their wedding day, their honeymoon and also pictures with Olivia.

Connie separated the plates she wanted to take downstairs "so… new boyfriend?" She raised her eyebrow and saw you blushing softly.

"Yeah… it's very recent"

"Well, he is very handsome… not Javier handsome, but still…" Connie chuckled at how shocked and surprised you got.

"What do you mean, Connie?" You asked clearing your throat, trying to show your nervousness

"Well, it was pretty obvious to all of us you liked Javi… more than friends, and Javi likes you too, Steve told me so… I mean, Javier hasn't said anything but Steve sees a lot more than it seems and he is positive Javier has romantic feelings for you. Judging by the way he was staring at you earlier, I am sure he does too" Connie gave you a sweet smile "and I think you still like him… listen, Steve told me everything that happened and honestly I think you were very right to completely ignore him at first, but he also told me about Carlos and how Javier protected you" Connie grabbed herself a glass of water and downed in one sip, she was sweaty and you could tell she suffered a lot with the weather in Colombia.

"What I'm trying to say is that if you two like each other then sometimes it is alright to give in and forgive. Look at me and Steve, I thought I was doing what was best for myself and our daughter but it turns out all I did was waste precious time away from my husband. Sometimes we're too proud and we miss out on people we love, so maybe you should talk to Javier, see what really goes on between the two of you" she placed her hand on your shoulder and smiled.

You carried the plates silently as her words wouldn't leave you alone. She did have a point, maybe you needed to talk to Javier, the tension, the unspoken feelings, the fact that sometimes it was so obvious you had feelings for each other and sometimes you couldn't read him even if your life depended on it, was making you stressed out.

"I'm sorry honey, can you go grab some other silverware? I forgot to bring them downstairs" Connie pouted and asked you very nicely, you nodded and quickly made your way upstairs, you were lost in your thoughts and didn't really pay attention where you were going, so you only realized you were standing right in front of Javier was when he stopped literally inches before bumping into you.

You noticed how he towered you, he was strong and a bit intimidating even, being so close to him and smelling his cologne got you thinking maybe Connie wasn't so wrong and maybe you should talk to him. You realized you'd let your walls down a while back and you could no longer act tough and unbothered by him, instead, each time you two saw each other you couldn't help but smile brightly again.

"Hey Javi… you okay?" You frowned softly as you saw he was kind of pale and had dark bags under his eyes, maybe he was coming down with something?

He frowned and shot daggers at you, he'd removed his sunglasses inside.

"Sure, just couldn't get to sleep at night with the neighbor across the hall moaning louder than a pornstar" he spat and gritted his teeth.

You were mortified. You had absolutely no idea he could hear you from his apartment, you didn't know you'd been that loud, no wonder Manu wanted a second round in the morning, he thought all that was for him. If only he knew…

And Javier was pissed off too, that was unexpected.

"Oh god, that's embarrassing, I'm sorry…"

"You're right, Y/N, it's fucking embarrassing" he replied in a rude way which began bothering you, who was he to talk about that? He was the guy who used to have girls over nearly every week, it didn't matter if they were paid or not, but very often you heard noises coming from his apartment, so he had no right to complain about that. "You and that dick shouldn't be making that much noise, it bothers people. It's rude, it's not what decent women do"

You stiffened and returned him the same cold gaze, Javier Peña had such nerve it made you want to stab him sometimes.

"You're right, decent women don't do that, that's why this kind of noises always came from your apartment Javier and all the women you picked up, because you simply can't get in a relationship with someone slightly decent, your partners reflect your personality!" You took a deep breath "it hurts, doesn't it? It hurts to hear someone we like, someone we care about with another person. Thinking that you could be there with them, but knowing you are simply not good enough or not the best option" you said "I hope you heard me through the whole thing, I hope you heard me cumming for my boyfriend…" Well, that was a lie, but Javier didn't have to know about it. "... I hope it has hurt you, because that's exactly how I felt every time I saw women come and go into your apartment when you knew damn well I was in love with you!"

Javi didn't expect you to be so blunt about it, he thought you wouldn't admit it and you were right, it did hurt, it felt horrible, he didn't want to ever feel like that again, and now he was even more sure of the asshole he was to you this whole time.

"What's so special about him, after all? What makes you like him to the point of acting like a wh-"

He stopped himself right there before he could screw things up more than he already had.

"Like what, Javi? Like a whore?" You asked with hurt in your voice "I am not a whore, and you know that. It's not my fault if you're jealous because you lost me… why do you do this? Why do you try to push me away whenever things are improving between us?" You stared at him "you wanna know why I like Manu? Take a good look at him, he's the whole package. He's handsome, younger, stronger, taller, he's not a fucking dirty cop. I think the real question here would be asking yourself why did I ever like you, Javier!" You spat back at him, not having any of his shit.

You thought he would backfire at you, but instead, Javier looked down and nodded, putting his sunglasses on one more time.

"You're right, cariño" he said in defeat "you shouldn't like me, I'm no good" surprising you, he cupped your cheek with his big hand, stroking it gently, and against all odds you leaned into it. "I tried pushing you away because it hurts less when you're not around, I lost you Y/N and there's nothing I can do about it"

Javi turned around and grabbed his coat before exiting the building.

•••

The barbecue didn't go much further after Javier left. You guys sat down, ate and you helped Connie with the dishes, Manu and Steve chatted about business as Olivia played nearby. It could've been a real nice time among friends if you hadn't argued with Javier. But it puzzled you, it wasn't a normal argument, it was something else, it felt almost as an apology, or as a goodbye.

You shook that thought off immediately, a shiver ran down your spine as you couldn't even bear the possibility of that happening. Still, ever since he left, you had an urge to see Javier again. You wanted to check on him, make sure he was alright. You didn't know if it was a gut feeling, your sixth sense or just good old anxiety keeping you company, but you didn't like the way his eyes looked empty when he left, you would only calm down when you saw him again. You knew he was probably buried deep inside some Colombian prostitute, probably making her scream his name but you didn't care, you didn't feel angry after your argument, you felt just sad.

It didn't feel right to rub Manu on his face, especially because you didn't even like Manu that much, you just wanted to hurt Javier for being a cocky motherfucker and you felt really guilty about it. You didn't know if it made sense you felt guilty about it, but you knew you were past that point. You were caught in your own trap and at the same time you wanted to kill Javi, he was the only one you craved.

So after Connie's dishes were perfectly done, you half lied to Manu saying you'd need some time alone because you had a headache. You just occasionally didn't mention your headache went by the name of Javier Peña.

And Manu, being the sweetest and most comprehensive boyfriend on earth, gladly accepted your excuse and went home. He was such a great boyfriend it was starting to become annoying. Or you were starting to come up with reasons to break up with him, after all, you had a good deal with him and you had a bad deal with Javi and of course you were leaning towards the bad one.

So you spent the rest of your day by your door, you were completely silent, no TV, no music just you and a book you were too distracted and anxious to concentrate and actually read it, you just paid attention to every single noise coming from the hallway in hopes it would be Javier arriving home. You thought of using the spare key you had - and you still hadn't returned him - to wait for him in his apartment, but you stopped yourself at the fear of witnessing him arriving with another woman. That would break your heart again, not to mention it would be awkward to everyone as hell.

So you waited, and waited, and waited until you decided it was time to give up and go to bed, it would be another night of the countless you'd spent before hoping Javier would be in the comfort and safety of his home when in reality he was out whoring around.

You had changed into your nightgown and was ready to get under your blankets when you heard mumbling and stumbling coming from outside. Your heart raced and you could tell it was Javier's voice. He was cursing in Spanish and struggling to unlock his door and your heart clenched at the thought of him making out with a woman outside. For a moment you thought of not opening your door, but you realized you could hear only Javier and no one else.

Curiosity took the best of you and you stepped outside your apartment, freezing at what you saw.

"Javi!!!" You whined at the image of him covered in blood, bruised and beaten up.

You immediately teared up at the state he was in, he'd probably been punched a considerable amount of times, a cut right above his left eye was responsible for the amount of blood that stained his face and dripped down his neck and got to his cut.

You hated to see him like that, suddenly that horrible feeling that haunted you earlier made all sense and you ran to him. You'd much rather see Javier arriving home with a woman than all bruised and broken like that, at least he wouldn't be suffering.

You unlocked the door for him and helped him sit down on the couch, which he did with a groan of pain.

He looked at you in silence but smiled softly seeing your presence there, no matter if his whole body hurt, if he had been beaten up by one of the Los Pepes sicario, seeing you there made him better.

You didn't ask him any questions, you would have time for that later, instead you rushed to his kitchen, getting a bowl and filling up with water and ice. You had no idea if that worked for real, but you'd seen several times in movies and TV how someone would sink their face into water to prevent it from swelling.

You also grabbed some cloth and whatever you thought that could be helpful and sat next to him.

"It's okay Javi, I'm here don't worry okay? You're not alone" you reminded him and patiently instructed on what to do.

You didn't know how long you spent wiping all the blood off his face, but you were both relieved to see he hadn't broken any teeth nor his nose. Javi unbuttoned his shirt and removed it with your help, making visible a darkening bruise on his ribs.

You touched it as softly as you could but he winced in pain

"Sorry honey" you said sadly and grabbed the ice pad, letting him place it over so you wouldn't hurt him even more. You hope they hadn't broken any of his ribs.

"It's alright princesa, you're the best nurse in the world" he smiled sadly "you should go home now, I can handle from here, your boyfriend must be waiting, you're all dolled up for bed" he said finally acknowledging your nightgown. Even if he had just been beaten up, he still smirked at your choice of clothing. Manu was a lucky son of a bitch, he thought to himself.

You shook your head "no fucking way I'm leaving you like that Javier. He's not here, and even if he were, I wouldn't leave you" you assured him and saw how he opened his mouth then closed again.

He licked his lips and stared into your eyes.

"Sit on my lap" he asked in a low voice which made you frown in confusion

"What?"

"J-just sit on my lap, I wanna feel you close, cariño, please"

And there they were: his puppy eyes again. How could you say no to broken, beaten, bruised Javier Peña looking every bit vulnerable in front of you?

You didn't think twice before switching to his lap, sitting on top of him comfortably and feeling one of his arms snake around your waist, holding you in place at the same time he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Javi didn't say anything, he just inhaled your scent quietly, feeling in peace and at home. His body didn't hurt as much now, his heart wasn't aching at that moment. You were pressed against him willingly, not because he grabbed you, but because you wanted to be there.

You took his big hand into yours seeing the dry blood on his knuckles and very softly you began wiping it.

"Looks like you threw a few punches too," you said with a small smile and felt him place his head on your chest. He was so close to your breasts, but he didn't make any attempt to touch you inappropriately, he just rested his tired head against your soft skin and watched as you devotedly wiped someone else's blood from his knuckles.

"I left earlier looking for trouble and found trouble with one of the sicarios from Los Pepes" he explained briefly "he got worse than me, I promise" he thought it was best not to mention the other sicarios shot him in the head right there, in front of him, because they had explicit orders not to hurt the DEA agent who was collaborating with them, so he only chuckled but earned a dirty look from you. He knew you were going to say 'I told you so' and probably lecture you again on how stupid working with these people were, but instead, your eyes softened up and he could only see compassion, affection and maybe, just maybe some love in them.

You wrapped your arms around him, pressing Javier against your body tight, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment.

You'd never been that close to him, it felt so intimate but it was good.

"You know, the guy who left you at the altar is a stupid dick" he suddenly let out, earning a scoff from you

"Your ex's fiancee's current boyfriend probably says the same about you, Javi"

"It's her husband, and he is completely right. I was a dumb dick and what I did was terrible, I didn't want to get married and instead of straight up telling her, I chose the cowardly path. But I apologized to her and she forgave me, because she said if it weren't for me, she wouldn't have met the love of her life and built her family" he smiled "maybe the same can happen for you" his hand stroked your side, as he still held you tight against him.

You couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Who knows, right? Maybe someday I will have a nice husband and a baby of my own"

"I just know I wouldn't make the same mistake twice, Y/N, if you walked down the aisle for me, I'd be happily waiting for you to be my wife"

Javier only realized what he'd said after the words were out in the open. He shouldn't have said that, just a few hours ago he was trying to push you away and now he was low-key proposing to you? Fuck him, he was stupid.

You giggled and stroked his hair

"Aren't you adorable when you aren't a dick?" You tilted your head and pecked his forehead, seeing how hot his skin was "shit, Javi. You're burning up with fever… let me find you some medicine" you tried getting up but he held you tight in place, which caused your hips to move against his rough jeans and you let out a soft whimper.

Javi frowned at first but immediately smirked, his hand cupping your cheek again as the other one rested on your neck, massaging and stroking your skin.

"Need a relief, mi amor? Go ahead, rub yourself against me, I'll be glad to help you… you took care of me and I take care of you" he sweet talked you, his voice was a low rumbling purr and it took you a lot of willpower not to accept his offer. But you shook your head

"I can't Javi, I'm not gonna hump you while you keep burning up" you replied with the same sweetness he addressed you.

Eventually, you convinced him to take a shower and in the meantime you had to rush back to your place to get a tylenol because of course his medicine cabinet was empty.

When he got fresh out of the shower, you gave him two pills and walked him to his bed. Of course Javier wouldn't bother putting on clothes so he just got the towel out of his waist and got under the blankets, giving you only seconds to turn around not to look at his naked body.

He chuckled at your reaction and raised his eyebrow

"What querida? Do I look like the kind of fucker who goes to bed in pajamas? I ain't no Steve" you both laughed together and he took your hand in his, he caressed your knuckles with his thumb

"Stay. Spend the night with me, just to sleep and nothing more, I need you here, mi amor"

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A/N: So let me just continue by saying that I had a major headache when I was writing it earlier today and then suddenly it went away because that's the power Javi holds against me. Now, this scene where he asks her to sit on his lap and they have this moment, it felt so intimate and erotic to me, I loved writing it and I hope you guys all enjoyed it as well, because it is probably my favorite scene so far.

I know some of you really love angst and want Javier to suffer but I am aching for a happy ending though I still have no idea what will happen in the next chapters or how many chapters there will be.

And also, please let me hear your feedback!!!!! Let me hear what you think of this chapter let me know if you have a favorite part, you can comment or send me an ask whatever i need to talk about javier 🤌🤌🤌

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kurooo-is-here · 4 months

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Oh, I got an idea! Drayton x Reader and Lacey x Crispin, the reader and Crispin want to get their crushes to finally confess to them but they're taking too damn long! They team up and pretend to be dating to get both of them jealous >:) (And Drayton in the end loses his cool! Le gasp!) (Could u also get Crispin and Reader to almost kiss? THX U)

LMAO this one was so fun to write! Drayton is definitely more jealous while Lacey is calmer and mature.

Drayton x Reader and Crispin x Lacey

You and Crispin have been besties for years now, so of course you two talked about your crushes!

Crispin sighed and said he couldn't get himself to confess, so he was hoping Lacey could do it first to save him the trouble-- but she hasn't, even after all this time, despite showing interest in him! And he's never had to courage to go up and talk to her properly about his feelings. Poor guy...

Meanwhile, Drayton was always conveniently avoiding the subject, making jokes to change the subject. One time, he even just dozed off for no reason in the middle of you talking! Goddamnit toothpaste boy!!

You and Crispin devised a plan: pretend you're dating each other to get the two of them jealous! What could go wrong?? :D

It started with you leaning on Crispin's shoulder and holding his hand in the halls. No one was really surprised by this sudden display of "affection", since you two were already long-time friends. It was the perfect excuse.

Drayton and Lacey didn't say anything at first, but they definitely raised an eyebrow at you two-- so you decided to turn it up a notch.

One day in the clubroom, you loudly proclaimed that you loved Crispin sooo much, you just wanted to smooch him right now! As you leaned in for the "kiss", Drayton quite literally put his hand between your mouths to stop you.

"Uh, guys. No kissing in the clubroom." Drayton said, crossing his arms. His tone was surprisingly calm, but you knew better than to be fooled by that. He was about to lose his cool.

Crispin grinned at you knowingly and pushed further. "Whaaat, is someone jealous?"

Drayton's smile dropped. The entire room went silent as everyone noticed his demeanor. "Haha, what if I am?" He asked, tilting his head. "..What if I think you're trying to play me for a fool?" His icy tone sent shivers down your spine, despite not being directed at you.

"GAH! You saw through our plan?!" Crispin blurted, putting his head in his hands. "Ugh, Y/N! I thought we had him!"

The tension seemed to lift slightly. Drayton smiled again, though his smile looked... strained. "Ah, so you did plan this?"

Lacey walked over too, much to Crispin's dismay. "Crispin! You shouldn't play with people's hearts like that, it's just not right!"

Lacey looked at Drayton, and they both nodded. "Crispin, we'll decide a suitable punishment for you later." Drayton said.

Crispin nearly fell out of his seat. "W-Wait, WHAT?! But this wasn't all my idea, Y/N was in on it too--"

Drayton put a hand on your shoulder as he glared at Crispin. "Believe me, I know." Somehow, Drayton's touch felt oddly warm. Lacey had to drag Crispin out of the room to have a talk with him, leaving you and Drayton alone at the table.

"Drayton, I really am sorry about all of that... I don't actually like Crispin that way." You said quietly. "I understand if you're upset."

Drayton just sighed. "Apology accepted, as long as you don't do it again." He said, sitting next to you.

Suddenly, a realization dawned on you. "Wait... you agreed with Crispin earlier when he asked if you got jealous.. does that mean-?"

"Bingo!" Drayton replied. "Though I never imagined the confession would happen like THIS."

He laughed and leaned closer to you. "But... from now on, you're my treasure. No one's gonna get in the way of that."

His tone seemed sincere this time. It flustered you, seeing him so serious.

Seems like Crispin got his happy ending too, because he came back to the clubroom with a kiss mark on his cheek and a big smile on his face. You both celebrated by yelling "LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO!!!" before Lacey ran in to tell you two to lower your voices.

Turns out, Lacey had given Crispin a pretty stern talking to, but she got a bit frustrated and had to sit down for a moment to collect her thoughts. Crispin sat beside her and they had a talk for awhile about their families and futures, at which point Lacey finally admitted she had feelings for Crispin.

Drayton may or may not have challenged Crispin to a battle later, and Crispin may or may not have lost horribly after Drayton unleashed the fury of his Pokemon. Oops.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon drayton #pokemon lacey #pokemon crispin #crispin x lacey #pokemon drayton x reader #kuro writes

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serial killer william afton x (afab) law enforcement reader pt.3!

A/N: We're back, baby! You're probably going to have to read the previous parts for this as it's been fucking ages, you can find them here (pt.1 and pt.2) especially for a refresher on William's bizarre ability.

Reader is forced to return to Afton, even after what happened last time. And finally he gets to make her his.

Warnings: smut, dub con, violence, injury detail, blood/pain kink?, predator/prey stuff. This series continues to be fucked up, so bear that in mind lmao.

“I just can’t.” you say bluntly into the phone, quickly to be met by a sigh from your boss. There was no way you could face Afton again. Your body physically wouldn’t let you and the thought of it crippled you with fear. Hence this call, letting your superior know you won’t be attending the scheduled interview for today.

“But you won’t tell me why.” he scoffs, “Look, y/n. Obviously this case isn’t to your liking, but what were you expecting? He’s a child murderer, it was never going to be pleasant.”

“Yes, I know but-” The man on the other end of the phone didn’t wait for your argument and you could tell that his decision was already made.

He sighs, “We don't have the resources to send someone else. Moreover, you have taken and categorised the information yourself so far, it would take time for you to share this with another agent. Time we don’t have.” This dispassion and lack of concern in his voice made tears prick your eyes, he didn't understand. You couldn’t go back to the facility and sit opposite a man that had been endlessly playing with you since you met him.

You hadn't seen William Afton since he cornered you in the interview room, since you used him for pleasure, since you came to, curled up on the floor of your apartment ravaged by tears and the searing guilt of what you had done. How could you continue this case? But how could you not? It's not like you can tell your boss that reason, it’s unbelievable, you yourself could hardly comprehend it. Hell, even if he did believe you, you’d lose your job.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I know it’s taking an emotional toll on you, how couldn’t it? But we need you to continue.” Your tears are obscured by a venomous scowl you have no control of- ‘an emotional toll’, you could laugh at that. He had no idea. You feel watched at all times, vulnerable, and as such have lost sleep because you don’t know when or how he will toy with you next.

“I-”

Again you are cut off by his uncaring and bored tone. “I’m sorry, but if you refuse… your contract will be terminated as per clause... 14a.”

“Yes, sir.” Your voice cracks with the words and you have to take a pause to steady your breath and resign yourself to this fate. The fate of continuing to be this child killer’s play thing. “I understand and I will proceed.” You enunciate each word separately, unable to pretend to be polite.

You can picture the arrogant expression on your superior’s face and it makes your fist clench automatically revealing a row of white knuckles. “Tomorrow, report to me afterwards.” And you agree, through gritted teeth, the now very familiar sensation of dread making itself known.

Tomorrow. You would be there tomorrow, faced with the reality of your ghost.

Afton had a nagging feeling you wouldn’t show, no doubt terrified of the fallout of what you’d let him do to you last time. As much as he’d expected this, that did nothing to ease the boredom of being locked in his cell all day with only planning and thought for stimulation.

He had warned you, told you that you would regret not showing, not playing his game. You’re a fool if you think that abandoning your post would be the end of it. Would it fuck. If anything it just made him want to teach you a lesson about resolve and determination, something you were clearly lacking.

It was his goal to break you down, make you malleable, the perfect toy for him. And clearly it was easier than he’d have thought, you jumped at the chance to use him then crumbled immediately. So he left you alone for a while, let the fear of yourself amplify.

The pacing of his cell ceased for a moment to allow himself a chuckle at how bizarre this was. He was on edge at your absence and felt as though he lacked control. He’d see you soon, tonight perhaps, but how should he proceed? You hated him, it was poisonous around you and dripping with rage, targeted at him but rooted in hate for yourself and your powerlessness. Because you were powerless, even if you ran or hid, you were powerless because deep down you wanted him to find you out.

God, it was evident in your last meeting. You’d resisted, spat on him, your disgust making his cock rock hard. And then you’d lost yourself, faltered so easily. Dragging yourself against him fuelled by burning lust, he could practically see it in your eyes, hunger plain and simple. Just thinking about it made him carnal, he had received nothing from the interaction but the image and it was a fucking sweet one to say the least, he would have acted on the picture right then and now, pulling his shirt up slightly to gain access to his waistband. But he’s quickly interrupted by footsteps down the corridor.

It was two sets of steps, intending to be slow and purposeful but instead reeking of entitlement, it was no doubt his favourite duo of coppers. Dithers and Paulson. He sighed, turning his back to the glass wall, not wanting interaction with PC Douche and PC Can’t-walk-straight-for-Douche’s-hand-up-his-arse.

The steps stop outside his cell, bringing with it a heavy silence. They were waiting for him to turn but he only sniggered, pressing his tongue over his front teeth. His silent refusal caused officer Dithers to glance at the other guard, a mean spirited smirk crossing his face as he walked over to the door, raising his hand to pound the glass. Trying to corral him like a fucking caged animal.

“Come on, knobhead. Got something to say to you.” Dithers called out sing-song style, the other guard laughing in toe.

Afton turns, making a point of sizing the officer up, exhaling loudly through his nose as he approaches the door. Sticking his chin up and letting a smirk slide across his face at the height difference between himself and both these officers. And although Dithers would never admit it, he had to step back to effectively meet his eyeline.

“Morning, kiddie-fiddler.” He says, instantly turning to his mate for validation. The killer sneers, forcing himself to not rise to the words of this shit-stirrer in front of him. To put it lightly, Dithers was lucky for the walls of the cell. “Been busy, huh?” He gestures to how his uniform was disturbed from the activity he was about to indulge in, spurred on by the memory of his last encounter with you. “Suppose you’ve got nowt to do but pull your prick all day.”

The two officers shared a look of amusement that was instantly shattered when Afton grinned, “And… you’re here to watch?” Their machismo makes them stand a little straighter and avert their gaze. Their instant school-yard response of ‘you’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ dead air because yes, he probably would.

Awkwardness remains for a few moments before it's broken by the guard. “Looks like that pretty little agent ain’t coming today.” He gets closer to the glass trying to assert dominance, “She must’ve got bored of talking to nonces.”

Afton looks down his nose, the smirk on his face as aggravating as a slap in the face. “They should put someone else on duty then.” he sniggers.

At that, Dithers slams his hand against the glass and takes out his keys, the aggressive rattling loud in the otherwise silent corridor. Afton just chuckles, clearly he’s struck a nerve if this bastard thinks it’s a good idea to pick a fight with him in this tiny cell. The raised voices of Dithers and his crony catches O’Connor’s attention from his post and he moves quickly down the corridor to see the key raised to the lock and hear the threats of the fuming officer.

He shouts at the soon-to-be altercation, “What the Hell is going on here!?” Forcing his hand between Dithers and the lock, getting cut up by his movement in the process. “Are you fucking stupid?” He hisses in pain, and holds up his hand to show Dithers the blooming blood, causing the aggressor to back off, the ugly expression on his face demonstrating that he knew he’d fucked up big time now.

“Shit.” he mumbles, mouth opening to give excuses.

O’Connor snaps and grabs him by the collar, shaking him before pushing him back, leaving him to stumble. “Just- feck off and get me first aid.” The words are hissed, his tone harder than they’d ever thought possible from someone they’d before considered a soft-arse.

Dithers nods and moves away, the other guard follows suit, both hoping to find the captain before O’Connor could, conveniently forgetting the CCTV is on his side. As they retreat, O’Connor grabs his hand, wincing in pain, he wipes the blood to see the injury underneath. The keys had pieced his palm fairly deep and the blood was pouring. He mumbles the word ‘fuck’ under his breath.

“You alright, big boy?” Afton smirked, but he wasn’t laughing any more though because he recognised that this young lad had probably just gotten him out of a week in seg. for something that wasn’t really his fault.

The officer looks from his injury to the criminal, “What the fuck was that about?”

“You tell me. I were minding my own.”

He scoffs, to be fair that was pretty hard to believe. “Yeah let’s see if that’s what the cameras say.” Afton laughs, moving away from the glass to sit on his bunk. Officer Dithers was a fucking joke, that whole display was pathetic, all the CCTV could tell was he stood their calm as anything whilst the guard tried to prove how big his bollocks were, the runt.

He remained on his bunk, watching the officer try to stem the flow of blood with his fingers. The action irritates him, “You want to get that sorted. Disinfectant. I wouldn’t wait for PC Dipshit.”

O’Connor turned to again face the man inside his cell, his brows furrowed. What was that, advice? How weird, he thought to himself, must be this freak’s way of a thank you.

The next day when you arrived at the facility your heart was in your throat, firmly lodged there making it impossible for you to breathe normally. You’d called early this morning, arranged everything the same as it should have been yesterday, but it did nothing to ease your nerves. You pause outside the doors, taking a moment to reassure yourself, it’s anxiety, nothing new, once you clapped eyes on the bastard it’d subside - at least you hope so. But that didn’t make it any easier to enter the building.

“Hey!” a man’s voice calls out to you, making you turn to the direction of its source. Your kind-of friend, O’Connor, gave you a shy wave, a bundle of bandages wrapped around his palm. And giving him a slight smile you go over, fists clenched tight to stop your hands from trembling, hating how much effort you need to stay remotely professional right now.

“Hi. What happened?” you ask instantly, pointing at the covering on his hand. It was out of curiosity but also your need to keep the conversation away from last week and your absence yesterday.

He looks down to his hand as though he’d forgotten about the injury altogether. “Oh, your man, Afton, had a row with uh Officer Dithers.” He smiles bashfully and some colour appears on his face. “I intervened and-”

“Afton did that?” You cut him off, voice stern due to anxiety and coming off sharper than intended.

The smile falls at your tone, he can tell something is bothering you, though to be fair I didn’t exactly take an emotional genius. “No, no. Dithers did, it was an accident- doesn’t really matter. Are you… okay?”

You pick up that he’s not just asking etiquettely, it's touched with concern. So you double check that the expression on your face isn’t revealing too much, and smile as much as you can. “Yeah, sorry. Just… after last week I’m put off, to say the least.” It’s a reasonable excuse and you’re so glad it came to you as easily as it did.

“Yeah, I get it. But uh if you want, I can get someone to go in there with you, I don’t mind doing it?” The second the idea leaves him he sees your face change, like you breathed out for the first time since you walked in, a bucket of tension off your shoulders.

You blink as relief seeps through your veins, this guy must really like you to offer that. “Is that something that can happen? I mean, that would be great, but who do I ask?”

“I’ll talk to the cap., you can wait here, or…” Or go in alone, you finish the thought for him in your head, weighing it up. Obviously waiting for him is preferable, then you won’t have to face your demon alone, it’ll keep Afton in check too, no sly comments if he’s there. But… you’re on a strict time schedule to make up for yesterday and your boss wants your report in exactly two hours. The anxiety creeps back in when you realise that you’ll have to do the first stretch on your own.

You assure yourself, as much as O'Connor, that you’ll be fine, though it’s a complete lie. He goes straight to the Captain’s office, leaving you to take yourself to what feels like your doom. Maybe it’s better because the silence gives you an opportunity to ground yourself, you’re safe here, you have someone staying at your flat with you, you don’t have to subject yourself to these awful impulses Afton released from you; you just have to conduct your questioning. It helps somewhat, the fear now lessened to a nagging tightness in your shoulders, by the time you stand outside the interview door and exchange a few words with the guard there.

But still you find yourself trembling when he unlocks the door and holds it open for you.

Seeing Afton sitting there waiting for you, makes your whole body go tense. This was ridiculous, you should be here, you shouldn’t have to do this, not after the landslide of emotions you’re still recovering from. How can you be terrified of someone doing something you liked? Maybe you’re not really scared of Afton, maybe you’re scared of what Afton is turning you into. This pathetic, shaky mess isn’t you. And so, with a nod to the guard on the door, he closes it, the small beep indicating the lock becoming active and sealing you in here, with him.

You take a deep breath and force yourself into business mode, slowly walking over and taking a seat, all without actually looking the criminal in the eye, though you feel him staring and analysing your every movement. Once seated you make yourself look at him, though the struggle to do so is evident in the tension of your jaw. He catches the flicker of a wince on your face and smiles broadly.

“Just as I were starting to think you wouldn’t come back. Here you are…” Afton breaks the silence that was just beginning to become too long, he plays with the words, taking his time to speak whilst bringing his hands up to rest under his chin. He takes you in, dressed all modestly today, like you’re trying to compensate for last week, it’s cute. As he moves you notice he’s wearing different cuffs, these ones not a chain between them but a thick solid metal bar. It must be some fallout from the interaction with Officer Dithers, though you can’t see why.

You swallow, internally begging your voice not to crack, “We’re only a day behind schedule. I think you’re being overdramatic, Mr Afton.” The second you get the words out you applaud yourself, grateful that the role of lawyer wasn’t too difficult to slip into, though maybe that was partly due to the impending arrival of O’Connor.

“Overdramatic, huh?” He laughs, “And what would you call your reaction to what happened last time I seen you?” His tone is dripping with accusation, implying you missed yesterday because of it, a sarcastic sharpness layered on the words. It looks like you missing yesterday’s session pissed him off more than reasonably, he probably thought his ‘skills’ weren’t paying off and that you had slipped out of his control.

“You mean that pathetic display of violence on that officer?” The dismissive way you speak annoys him, manifesting in a slight scowl. You must think you’re so clever sitting there, trying to pretend you weren’t on the verge of breaking, he can see it in your eyes, you’re close to being his.

“Why? Did it scare you? You know that that’s not what I’m talking about.” He speaks a little more harshly, the theatrics dropping off by the second. But your words didn’t reflect how you actually felt about that day, when he headbutted that guard, there was no reaction of pain. Not even a flinch. And that was disturbing. Maybe that explains these more secure cuffs.

Sighing, you wave your hand, not wanting this teasing to go on. This needs to be over as fast as possible, for your sanity. “Frankly, Mr Afton, I’m not interested in whatever rapport you think we have. I’m here to work.” You let the natural authority fall from your lips, pointing down to the sheet of questions designed for today’s session. You shove all fearful thoughts from your mind, resigning yourself to calm.

“Oh." He leans back, an expression of faux-offence coating his face. “So, no foreplay today? Fine, sweetheart… I’m happy to give you what you want.” His suggestive tone and eyes scanning your body makes last time flash before your eyes, and it steals your breath.

“I…I want to talk about your family. Research suggests it might play a huge part in your actions...” You trail off at the sound of the keypad outside the door being used, finally O’Connor was here, you can rest a little easier. Looking at Afton, you see his gaze completely locked on the door, brow furrowed. It hits you then that this might not be a good idea, changes like this are notorious for getting a rise out of inmates and that’s the last thing you want from a man who can torture you if the impluse strikes him.

Your friend enters and you turn expecting to see him walking towards you. He doesn’t, instead just gesturing at you to come over a look of pity written on his face. Pushing your chair out you go to him, very aware of Afton’s eyes like daggers on the two of you, his expression serious.

The scrutiny is evident in his face as he wondered why the hall that officer was interrupting his session. His time with you. It's rude to say the least, and just as he was starting to like that ginger guard and all.

You keep your voice quiet and out of his earshot, “Well?”

He launches into it immediately, “...I don’t have the right clearance. Cap. said that I can’t go near this. I’m so sorry.” You can tell on his face that he means it, he looks very sorry indeed. “I tried to go after someone higher up, but-”

“No one would do it?” You laugh shortly, what a fucking surprise. No one would sit in for you because you’re a stranger here. A woman no less. An unknown woman who’d slighted one of their colleagues, that must be like a triple crime here.

“I’m sorry, I really am.”

You smile, though it’s strained, and resist the urge to cry that’s now making itself very apparent. “It’s alright, it’s not your fault.” You place your hand on his arm, half out of reassurance that you’re not angry at him, half the need to bring yourself back to reality. You’re going to have to finish this alone, but hey, if you’ve come this far you can handle it. It’s such a nothing action and you hardly register it, O’Connor smiles back, still looking very apologetic. “I need to get back to this.” You make your intention to walk away clear.

He nods, quickly leaving the room. You hear the beep again when you sit down, finally casting your attention back on the murderer in front of you, whose face is set in indignation. Such fiery anger that you blink in shock, unable to understand what had brought him to this.

“What the fuck was that?” The words are knife-like, said through gritted teeth. The human part of you shudders but the business part of you is intrigued as to why he was reacting this way.

You speak cautiously, “I’m sorry, I asked O’Connor to do something for me: it didn’t work out. Anyway, as I was saying-”

He cuts you off, “Are you fucking him?” The words are interrogation and you then notice his hand gripping the desk as he leans forward, his knuckles strained so much a previous gash was bleeding. You remember those hands on you, how easily he held you still, the frightening strength of them. Then he wasn’t even pissed off, what the fuck could he do if he lost control? The thought makes you swallow.

“I- Mr Afton. It doe-”

“It does fucking matter.” He spits, the words pure venom, “Answer the question.” The movement of his head is animalistic as he ducks slightly to catch your eye line better, like how a caged wolf would follow a keeper’s actions, waiting for a mistake, a chance.

You stare at him in disbelief, the ability to speak coherently lost in your terror and fascination. “I-I… no.” you finally manage, shaking your head.

He scoffs then, averting his gaze for a moment before again fixing it on you. His fingers rising from the table like he suddenly remembered himself, then slowly laying flat. “If he lays a finger on you- I’ll fucking kill him. You hear me?” He speaks quietly, demonstrating an insane amount of self-restraint, which didn’t go uncommended.

“Excuse me?” Your brows narrow instinctively as you’re unable to follow his manner of thinking. All this rage over that interaction, it’s crazy.

He laughs, leaning closer to you, “I’ll make it good too. I’ve heard intestines are longer than you think.” Intimidation, it’s just intimidation. You try to soothe yourself, the thought manual to try and lessen the spiral he’d just thrown you into. He just wants to assert dominance, to make you feel weak. But looking at the cruelly grave look on his face, you just know he’s telling the truth.

You try to engage him, eager to understand why he said that, the pen gripped in your hands as you hold yourself back from writing this down. “I- so you would do that. Murder us, what- just because you can?”

Out of the blue, a smirk slowly spreads across his face, “No, no sweetheart. I’ll kill him… Could you live with that? Lover boy’s blood on your hands?” Something thoughtful flickers in his gaze before he continues, “It’s harder than you think.”

“I don’t understand. Why?”

The grin doesn’t budge when he sits back in the chair. “Just because I can.” He puts knowing infliction on the words, mirroring exactly what you’d said moments ago, mocking you. Then he shrugs, “I think we’re done. For now.”

You’re more than taken aback by that, it’s like he’s trying to remove himself from your company, maybe because he’s still pissed off and didn’t want you to see it, and that suggested an element of control you didn’t know he had. And so, putting your notes away you try to think of what you would tell your boss, he’d given you nothing today and no doubt that was going to be your fault. Fuck’s sake.

“Next week then.” You say at the door, as a means of goodbye. It makes the murderer smirk and he shakes his head briefly.

“Sure. See you soon, sweetheart.”

You’re still a little dazed even on the other side of the door, still in shock Afton had just ended the session like that, leaving you hanging in your boss’s mercy. But there’s not really anything you could do. And perhaps, that possessive reaction could be worth reporting, though how you would do that without implicating yourself in something, you don’t know.

“Hey, you didn’t finish early cos of me, right? Again, I’m sorry.” The sweet officer walks beside you, eager to really make sure you’re not angry at him. You probably should be, he’d gotten your hopes up of support, but then again, you managed fine. Plus it’s hard to be upset at someone who’d so far struck you as very genuine.

“Honestly?” You ask, a small smile settling on your face. He nods. “Afton called it off. I don’t think he liked the interruption.”

He chuckles, “Or he didn’t like the idea of you having a life outside that room.”

You look at him then, your brows narrowed in thought. “What do you mean?” You know more than you’re saying, but getting his opinion on your surface level relationship with your charge could be useful.

“Just that… You know what they’re like, don’t see a lass for years and now he has one visiting him every week? He probably thinks you’re a lot closer than you are.” You try not to let your reality manifest in your expression and smile politely. He has no fucking idea how close you are. God, you wish you didn’t.

You’re so comforted by your little do with the officer that it makes the drive home easier, instead of being fearful of what would await you later on you replay the entire conversation, focusing on your side and hoping you didn’t make a melt of yourself. The analysis makes the drive fly by and you’re parking in your building before you know it, messaging your temporary housemate to check that they’re in and physically relaxing with the knowledge that they are. Today couldn’t have gone better really, especially after all the anxiety you had prior to going to work, and now you can forget about it, well, as much as you're able to with Afton’s words still sharp in your mind.

Unlocking your apartment door, you step inside and call out instantly to the person waiting for you. No reply. But the blurred sound of the tv calms your nerves, they probably didn’t hear you over it, nothing more. The flat is still, your kitchen exactly as you’d left it, pots and all, the table messy with a pile of washing on it. Why you’re looking for something wrong is unknown, but an eerie feeling in your gut tells you to be careful, and you know better than to ignore it.

Going through to the living area, you stiffen at the sight of the empty sofa, the telly playing to itself and your houseguest nowhere to be seen. Your intuition was right, something was gravely off and the heavy silence makes you turn to the open door, a tightness spreading across your chest. On a small table near the door there’s a kitchen knife, probably the biggest one in your rack, and it’s just laid there. Although it’s a menacing sight you go over to it and pick up the blade, a soft security in having something to defend yourself with. Maybe you’re overthinking, allowing your fears of further confrontation with Afton to come to fruition, but you can’t physically relax. Your friend could just be in the toilet, or the bedroom, yet something tells you not to call out again.

Whilst you’re looking at the hefty knife in your hand a devastatingly loud scraping sound comes from outside the room. Like some heavy furniture being pulled across the floor without care. You hold the blade to your chest, eyes flicking over everything as you walk back towards the kitchen, a prey mindset coming over you, making you consider your escape options. Not the front door, you locked it, it would take too long, besides surely your pursuer would catch you, unless… you tighten your grip on the knife.

In the kitchen you find the source of noise, one of the chairs strewn across the room and knocked over. You steady yourself as much as possible, mind too pragmatic to let fear overcome you right now and head to the chair, picking it up as quickly and silently as you can. It’s then that that god-awful sensation of eyes makes you tense, and so you turn, knowing before you can see that it's him.

You don’t question how Afton is in your flat, hell, maybe deep down you’d expected it, at least he was in front of you and in your sight, there’s a certain power that comes with that. “What do you want?” You speak gruffly, not allowing any smidge of terror in your voice, you have to stay strong… for all that worked last time. But today is different.

“I thought I’d pay you a visit. It’s a nice place you have here… real private.”

“And this?” You hold the knife forward, the light catching it and making the blade shine, “We’re playing games now?” He laughs at that, leaning his huge frame against the wall of the hallway, letting you see the front door over his shoulder.

“We’ve always been playing games. I felt bad for you, thought I’d give you a chance.” He grins and it’s meaner than usual, so is his tone, this didn’t feel like giving you a chance, more like setting you up for failure so he can see the hope die in your eyes. You can’t help but think this could be punishment.

“If you think I wouldn’t use it- you’re wrong.” You say sternly, putting a lot of effort into keeping your voice solid. He doesn’t look perturbed in the slightest, if anything a tinge of amusement graces his face, that's definitely what scares you the most. He moved then, standing straight and stepping towards you, eyes raking over your form for any sign of weakness. You match his movement by retreating so your back is against the counter, the kitchen table separating you and him, the deja vu from your last encounter gives you hope: this table certainly isn’t fucking bolted down.

Maybe he picked up on your thought process because he suddenly moved quickly, quick enough to startle you but not to ruin your idea. You shove the table hard and it hits the target with a notable thump. You know it’s not going to hurt him, but it gives you the briefest chance to run, so you do. Out the kitchen to your bedroom hallway. You slam the door to keep him inside, wanting all possible indications of his movement when he chases you, then the door to the bathroom, your room and the guestroom, not before sliding inside the latter. In a quick though you push yourself down under the bed, its long covers close to the floor and side table providing you a small corner to curl up in.

It’s the best you can do and it allows you to watch the door and wait for him, the knife still enclosed in your hand. Years of safety training and online courses cross your mind, he’s much bigger than you, you know from experience if he gets the upper hand you’re his to toy with. So you have to strike quick and fast, deadly or at least close to it. The neck would be best.

Your plan begins to work, when you hear the kitchen door open, banging roughly into the wall. He doesn’t care if you hear- he wants you to, wants you to be scared.

“Now who’s playing games?” Your chaser calls out, you’d expected that angerfrom before to return, but instead that torturously mocking tone is back. He’s underestimating you.

He doesn’t disguise his movement, going room to room. Your bathroom, bedroom and then here. You’re so confident in your plan until he opens the door, then child-like terror settles in when you realise how cornered you are. You’ve left yourself no other option than to attack him and if that doesn’t work, you’re fucked.

You don’t need to see his face to know he’s grinning, there’s nowhere else you could be. He walks to the edge of the bed, his feet casting shadow across the floor. Instinctively you pull your feet up to curl up smaller, the sound of your action crystal clear.

“I heard that.” He speaks with a sing-song tone. “Under the bed? Really?” He laughs, but you keep your head on straight. His shadows reveal what he’s doing, crouching down silently to pull you out, so you force yourself to take your chance. You shove yourself from hiding quickly, rolling to your feet and swinging the blade as hard as you can towards his neck. You hit. But not as precisely as you meant to. A slash, not a stab, and although the blood from the wound is a lot, his reaction is proof of failure.

He grunts in pain, catching your arm before you could strike again and slamming your wrist into the corner of the wall, instantly knocking the blade from your grip. It hurts like hell, a sudden electric pain down your entire arm, your fingers tingling. It’s hard to think with the pain but seeing him kick the knife across the floor another idea strikes you. You kick him with force in the balls and this time your assault is successful, as he doubles over with an absolutely wretched sound. He doesn’t let go of your arm though, his grip lethally strong even though you rive against it. You try to think against the amounting futility but the struggling kills your motivation. Regaining himself, he meanly swipes your legs from under you and you go down instantly, hitting your linoleum hard enough for it to show in your expression.

He pins you there on the floor, using his body to completely immobilise you, your hands now captured in his. And just like that your will to fight is hanging on by a thread. What’s the point in thrashing, you can hardly move and the anger in his eyes is a warning.

He just watches you for a moment, still beneath him except for your rapid breathing and that disgusted look on your face, not touching you more than ‘necessary’ because he doesn't want to hurt you too much. And you’re making that very fucking difficult.

“Get off me.” You try, the words coming off your tongue sharply.

“Or what? You’ll fucking stab me again?” Mentioning your attack draws his attention to the pain and the sensation of warm blood on his throat, you had more fight and intelligence than he’d given you credit for. He winces as he touches the wound, the smell of blood instantly hitting you. “You could have killed me.”

“That was the idea, you psychopath.” You eye his red coated fingers with malice, the insult making spit fly from your mouth. He grinned then, the intensity of you right now amusing him. Fuck, he’d done nothing to you,and yet you stabbed him and he wasn’t creating half as much fuss as you.

“Not well executed though, huh? You were close, could’ve done it if you wanted to.” He leans close to you, the darkness in his gaze taking your breath. “But you didn’t want to.”

In spite of fear, a sudden indignation sparks inside you, “You’re not worth it.”

The metallic scent of blood gets stronger when he grabs your jaw, revelling in the fury that rose in your eyes. “Maybe you’re not as clever as I thought. Is it really such a good idea to try and hurt my feelings right now?”

He’s right. Like this he could do anything to you now and you couldn’t defend yourself, quite literally at his mercy, but would you fuck give up the one power you had left. “You don’t scare me.” You say it firm, your poker face strong.

“Bullshit. There’s a difference between not being scared and liking to be scared.” You can practically feel his eyes moving down your body and stopping where it meets his, he’s hard on top of you, and your trembling breath makes him twitch. “I’d bet anything you’re wet for me, sweetheart.”

You scoff, hating that he was right. The heat between your legs was intense, the feeling of his hands on you cross-wiring your brain, you shouldn’t like this. Part of you wants to chalk how aroused you are up to memories of last time, but you know it's more than that and that knowledge is a punch in the gut.

“I wonder if it’s the chase you like more, or the capture?”

“Maybe it’s seeing you bleed.” You counter through your teeth. He shifts his hold then, bringing his blood stained fingers to your lips, wordlessly daring you to prove it. There must be some truth to what you just said because both of you note the involuntary hunger in your gaze.

You can’t describe what you’re feeling right now, all your senses are overwhelmed, you want to brush up against him and relieve some of that tension in your core, you want him to touch you, your tits, your pussy, anything. Your lip twitches in a snarl when he smears his blood on your lips, before you part them and taste him. Rolling your tongue on his fingers and trying not to think of how wrong this is, how wrong you are. The iron taste is dirty and your back arches slightly against him.

“That’s fucked up.” He smirks, near-mesmerised by the movement of your tongue on his fingers, how you suck on them so prettily, the look in your eyes something he recognised. You know it is, but you can’t find it in yourself to care, you silently try to free your arms, you need something more, need to pull him down to you and taste more of him. His lips, his throat, the apparent hardness resting on your midsection. All of it.

He obliges your silent request, not really caring if you try to hurt him again, you can if you want to, especially if you look this good whilst doing it. With your hand free you hook them around the back of his neck, unknowingly digging into his cut in the most deliciously agonising way. He grimaces against your lips when you try to kiss him but doesn’t stop your grip, the dulling agony making pre leak from his tip. He wasn’t planning to fuck you, but fuck, you deserve it.

He moves on top of you, your hand instantly following his torso down to his now exposed waistband, you need to feel him, you want to be fucking consumed. It’s the only thought in your mind. Your eyebrows raise as you explore him, grabbing his cock through the fabric of his trousers. He’s bigger than anything you’ve had before, so big it's almost frightening. So lost in your realisation you don’t notice his pulling at your shirt until he yanks the fabric, making the buttons pop off onto the floor and cool air hit your chest. Your bra quickly follows as he easily lifts your body from the ground to unhook it and pry it from your skin, he’s rough, letting you drop back down heavily, and immediately biting a kiss into your breast. It hurts in a blaze before dying down as he sucks your flesh, no doubt leaving marks.

He runs his tongue over your nipple and you shiver, your pussy clenching around nothing. You want to stroke his cock, feel him properly but you can’t reach, making you moan pathetically. It sounds nothing like you but you’re so desperate for him that your skin is burning, you need more or nothing, this middle ground driving you insane.

He looks up at you then, dazed like a starved man. You suppose he is. It’s then you see how his blood has smeared across your chest, catching the light in the most filthy fucking way, you maon again, instinctively spreading your legs for him and he needs no further invitation. His fingers scratch your skin in their rush to get to the zip on your trousers, undoing it and pulling them off quickly, he wants you completely exposed for him, to see every inch of you broken for him.

Sitting up, you again grab at his manhood, desperate to feel him inside you. Your touch makes him groan and he rips your hands from him, the movement violent. “You want me to fucking split you in half? Fucking wait.” You flinch at the words, the tone so commanding you obey without question. Realising what he means when he pulls your panties down and slides his fingers between your folds, your slick making a mess of him instantly. He wants to stretch you open, make you cum so you’re ready for him, it's an ill-fitting kindness you never would have expected.

He shoves two of his digits inside your heat, instantly making you aware of that god-awful coil in your core, it’s insane how close you are to exploding, from nothing but a vague touch. Fucking his fingers in and out of you, he touches himself, unable to help it with how tight you are on just his fingers, you’re going to fucking strangle his cock. That thought makes his pace mean, fingers curling inside you to angle against that spot that makes tears spring in your eyes. You’re so close, you’re grabbing his wrist begging him to keep going, you need it so bad, you need to come undone. A scream burns in your throat when he rubs your clit, you cum on the instant, writhing like an animal as the almost agonising pleasure floods your senses. You can’t fucking feel anything except your climax, not the ground beneath you or the fury of your grip on his arm. It’s so crazy that your entire body trembles as you start to come down, your walls intermediately squeezing him.

You look so fucking gone, almost absent from your body that he watches you near awe, groaning at the sight of those pretty tears rolling down your face. He grabs your ankle and pulls you towards him, this time letting you take hold of him and free him from his trousers, you hardly realise you are doing it, it comes so instinctually. It’s only the sudden grip on your throat when you begin stroking him that brings you to reality.

Your back arches into it, trying to relieve some of the pressure of his hold, pleasure again sparking in your core. You look at him like you hate him, your eyes brimming with venom, “Fuck me.” You manage despite his grip and he grunts some noise of agreement, not hesitating to line himself up at your entrance, his head just pressing there, finding your wet heat almost hypnotic.

He just knew you’d be fucking delicious, is the thought that strikes him when he shoves himself inside you, the stretch enough to make you cry out. It sends ripples of ache through your lower body, your legs shaking before he gets to the hilt. He doesn’t hesitate to let you adjust, he probably couldn’t even if he wanted to, the need to feel you flutter around him fucking carnal. He keeps his hold on your neck, his other hand using your hip to force you to take all of him, making a stream of profanity flee your lips at how deep he feels. The pace he sets is selfish, using your hole for his pleasure and just the idea of making him cum has you shivering. You want it, want all of it, no, you fucking need it.

He pulls out of you to press your body down to the floor, hooking under your legs and pulling them up, folding you in half before slamming back in. The angle is brutal, his cock hitting further inside you than you’d ever thought possible, forcing incoherent babbling noises from you each time he fully sheathed himself in your tight cunt. He’s chasing his end, the eagerness of your walls swallowing him, telling him you’re going to cum again and he’s going to fucking fill you, make you his. You clearly want it. You gasp as he throws you into another orgasm, overstimulation making you go limp in his grip. All you can do it take the increasingly rough and sloppy thrusts as he fucks you through it, hand on your throat tightening considerably when your greedy walls push him over his edge. He cums inside you, each thrust shoving it deep, the warmth delirium of it beyond words. He doesn’t realise how tight his grip is until whiteness tints the edges of your vision, your pussy clamping down on him, reminding him to let go, god, he could’ve fucking-

He pulls out of your cunt to see you flushed, his cum dripping out your tightness. Still reeling your hand goes to your throat, knowing already how bruised you were going to be, such an unambiguous injury that couldn’t be explained away.

“You fucking bastard.” You manage, your voice hoarse. You hate how he just laughs at you, careless even though he could have made you pass out, or worse. But you can’t deny the electric feeling of adrenaline in your veins, it was beautiful, an otherworldly feeling, and already you want it again.

Maybe that makes you just as fucked up as him.

#fnaf #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf william afton #william afton x you #fnaf smut #serial killer william #read warnings

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svltzmans · 6 months

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boxer! hope mikaelson headcanons

a/n: i've been thinking about this hc for weeks guys i'm in love!

warnings: nsfw content (18+), mention of minor violence/injury, as always not edited just a bunch of thoughts

boxing is one of hope's favorite ways to exercise, and also one of her coping methods when she gets upset or angry

most of the time, hope uses a punching bag for her workouts

(something she knows won't get tired)

she boxes until her fingers blister, and her hands are too sore to continue

when hope works out, she pushes herself as hard as she can

and she doesn't mind getting a few badass injuries in the process

hope has definitely broken a few boxing bags, not realizing her own strength

she gets so enthralled with her punches that she doesn't think about it

she'd be an hour or so into her workout session, and the bag would just fly off the chain holding it up

the first time this happened, she just stared at it for a minute and burst out laughing

hope also sometimes likes to spar, and she'll usually get another supernatural to train with her

but one day you'd ask her if she wanted to spar with you

and she's honestly shocked, because you had never shown any interest in boxing before

she'd absolutely agree to train you

but not before teasing you a little

"i'm gonna go easy on you baby, don't worry"

she'd help you wrap your hands to protect them from getting blistered

she'd be super homoerotic about it, of course

"such pretty hands, baby. gonna show me how you use 'em?"

she'd let you pick out a pair of her gloves to borrow

(but you'd end up keeping them)

hope would start by having you punch the bag so that she could "see your skills"

but she actually just wants to watch you

because she thinks it's so hot that you're doing this with her

hope knew you were strong

but she didn't know you were that strong

she's in awe of your every move, watching you (seemingly effortlessly) throw punches

eventually she can't help herself and starts shouting praise your way

"there you go baby, that's it"

"such a strong girl, you're doing amazing"

"beat the shit out of that thing, pretty girl"

hope is too focused on you to notice that the chain holding the bag to the ceiling is starting to weaken

and eventually, the bag flies off and across the room

"oh shit!" you'd yell, thinking you'd owe the salvatore school a new punching bag

"damn love, you're too strong for the bag."

hope manages to fix the bag, hooking it back onto the ceiling

"think you're ready for me?" hope says, wrapping her own hands

"bring it on."

you and hope would start sparring, dancing around each other

and it would be almost impossible for you to focus, seeing the passion and intensity in hope's eyes

hope wasn't lying when she said she would go easy

her hits are gentle enough that they're not the slightest bit painful

she'd stop to check in a lot, double checking that she's not being too rough

and you'd do the same, even though she always had the same response

"i like it rough."

while trying to dodge a hit, hope loses her footing and lands on the gym floor below her

laughing, she pretends to collapse and just stays on the ground

instinctively, you'd straddle her, hovering above her

"knockout," you'd taunt, finally leaning in to kiss her

"seeing you about to beat me up is pretty hot," hope would mutter between kisses

"there's more where that came from," you'd say, pretending to throw a punch jokingly

you'd lay down next to hope, both of you staring at the ceiling

you'd just enjoy each other's company for a while

and hope would help you take off your hand wraps and gloves

(and probably kiss your hands because duh, she's a romantic)

i need to box with hope rn and exercise with her more after iykwim lmao

#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #wlw #legacies #legacies x reader #hope mikaelson x fem reader #the originals x reader #hope mikaelson x fem! reader #hope mikaelson headcanons #hope mikaelson imagine #hope mikaelson fic

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sisterofficerlucychen · 2 months

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chenford thoughts, thoughts, thoughts 👀 bc i'm losing it between the promo and the interview lmao. contains s6 spoilers

this may just have been me who didn't put it together but we're getting another chenford dance ♡♡♡♡ when they showed a chenford snippet in the teaser promo idk why i thought it was them just standing there sharing a moment???? but bbs are gonna be danciiiiiiiing~~~

what if tim's "yes,i love you" is a red herring?? because i swear that right after he says it, it looks like she's about to turn and look to her right (like get confirmation of it from someone monitoring the lie detector perhaps???) i keep thinking of how alexi said they're always looking to "walk a fine line with chenford" plus what eric said in the interview about a "nice little confessional of information" at the wedding ― it makes me think that the interrogation scene does not end super well (maybe awkward, maybe angsty, maybe both?) and the resolution happens at the wedding where they're dancing and that's their first (official - bc we know their track record with firsts) "i love you"

RICHARD T. JONES TELLING ERIC AND MELISSA THAT CHENFORD WAS GOING TO BE SOMETHING WHEN THEY FILMED THAT SCENE IN 2X01!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this one made me laugh bc it felt very full circle in a way? like how grey was the one who paired tim and lucy up (i wish they talk about this one day like elaborate why he paired up everyone with who he did bc it was so interesting to learn percy had requested tim be jackson's t.o. and that clearly didn't happen) and how the actor himself was also like "yeah, that's gonna happen"

i loved that they were asked if they could pinpoint when they noticed a shift between them (and their answers, i love hearing all these different perspectives). i i think part of the beauty of the slow burn is that there's no specific point? also the way this goes back to "she fell first, he fell harder" because tim at the hallway scene in 4x22 was hit with a world of emotions and realizations after that kiss

chenford having to face the reality of what lucy being uc means will no doubt be tough but i'm so happy they're finally going to address it!!!!! they've been in such a honeymoon phase and every time the topic is brought up they pretend it's fine but it's v much not

"we had a big scene this season with each other" akljdfalsdkfjasdlfa. i'm so excited ... and a little scared lol

we know we're learning more about tim's past this season which is SOOO exciting!!!!! but i love how eric in the interview also mentions how lucy will help bring out the best in him to help him navigate that. it reminds me so much of s1 with isabel and s4 with his dad and it'll be so nice to see this again but now as a couple

"lucy's going through a set of circumstances that we've never had the opportunity to see her go through" *cries* mel's entire answer to this question makes me so excited for lucy's development. idk why but i don't think whatever she's referring to here has to do with lucy being a detective? it seems so raw and personal and it makes me wonder if we're also learning more about lucy's past too (also wondering if they're bringing back her parents for a sec 👀)

TIM STILL NOT KNOWING ABOUT LUCY & NOLAN SDFGHLADF okay but can they please give us this comedic moment because it would be gold

the mention of the moonstone ring ♡

bonus: eric being so proud of that jail tiktok is so funny and wholesome

#the rookie #chenford

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is-this-fandom-who-knows · 2 years

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There are not enough fics of Jason just reacting to all the shit that happened while he was dead/in a coma/braindead/gone.

"Dick and Kory broke up???"

"Apparently Miriam Delgado is a name I need to add to my list :)"

"Danny is dead?"

"SUPERMAN DIED HOW THE FUCK DID THIS DOOMSDAY GUY JUST PUNCH SUPERMAN TO DEATH HE'S SUPERMAN."

"Also apparently Superman has a clone now???"

"who the fuck is this bane guy and how did he break B's back."

"What the fuck is the speed force."

"COAST CITY DOESN'T EXIST ANYMORE - WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT DOESN'T EXIST ANYMORE?"

"Are the Green Lantern Corps around rn?"

"Hal Jordan became evil?"

"So Green Arrow also died and came back?"

"How many Green Lanterns are there anyways?"

"There's a Green Arrow 2.0 and he's the first one's kid? Poor guy."

"What the fuck do you mean the sun almost got eaten."

"Iris Allen is alive and time travelled here from the future with her grandson apparently??"

"Blockbuster is smart now?"

"Wait who the fuck is Neron."

"Dick moved to Bludhaven and became a fucking cop?"

"So Dickie finally got adopted."

"Martians almost took over the world?"

"Apparently while I was gone Gotham was targeted by a deadly plague, got hit by a giant earthquake, and basically got kicked out of the US?"

"Someone actually decided to date the Joker? Is she insane? Don't answer that."

"The entire population had to run so that the flash could siphon the energy to run a fucked up hunger games/olympics crossover race set by a pair intergalctic alien gods so they wouldn't Alderaan earth?"

"YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT BASICALLY EVERY HERO GOT THEIR AGE TEMPORARILY FUCKED UP? I NEED PICS ASAP."

"y'all went to war with a guy trying to literally hollow out the universe? damn."

"One of the Pretender's friends was a ghost that was actually an interdimensional portal to Apokolips?"

"The JLA kicked B out and almost fell apart because they found out he had made contingency plans to take em all out? You're telling me they were actually surprised? Old man's paranoid as fuck of course he has contingency plans."

"B and Supes told the rest the JLA their secret identities? I didn't think they had it in them."

"somehow the entire population got mind wiped and no longer remembers that Wally West is the Flash or that his identity used to be public. hm."

"B got arrested and put on trial for murder? lmao."

"WAIT HE WAS FRAMED BY BATGIRL 2.0'S DAD?"

"Jericho is alive???"

"Raven is also alive and a teenager now???"

"Blockbuster murdere- Catalina Flores? Ah, another name to add to my list, I see."

"Why did Gotham become a war zone- oh it was one of B's contingencies? That tracks. Wait another Robin died? I don't care if she wasn't actually using the name Robin when she died what the fuck B?"

"You were actually on to something working with this Orpheus guy but of course he got murdered too-"

"since when did deathstroke have a daughter and why is she missing an eye too?"

"DONNA DIED AND CAME BACK TOO?"

"The Atom's ex killed the Elongated Man's wife and hired Captain Boomerang to end the Pretender's dad? Damn."

"Look is Hal Jordan alive or not."

"EDDIE IS A SUPERHERO NOW?"

"is Jericho evil or not?"

Like there is so much that happened and so much to freak him out over.

#dc #jason todd #my post

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friendsoup · 4 months

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WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS ON THE FLOOR READING THE SOBER THOUGHTS FIC⁇⁇⁇⁇⁇⁇⁇⁇ IT WAS SO GOOD ESP FOR MEDICINE POCKET.... WOULD IT BE ALRIGHT TO ASK FOR A PART 2 TO IT? like how reader finally sobers up but doesn't exactly remember what had happened after they got hit with diggers atk until pocket and dikke explain it to them ⎯ bla bla BLAH reader is flustered and embarrassed, frantically trying to hide away and make excuses for their actions even though they were completely pure truths of their affections towards them, and even going as far as to say "Pretend it never happened/you didn't hear it!" how wld pocket and dikke react ... or more like, return reader's feelings while also being embarrassed abt the situation

Sober Thoughts Pt 2

Recipe: Romantic fluff, Proper confessions, Hungover! Reader, Reader x Medicine Pocket, Reader x Dikke, GN! Reader, Devoted Dikke, Playfully teasing Medicine

WC: 1,979 (one day I'll get 1999)

Chef's Note: OUGH sorry this took so long!!! I'm working on like. 3 fics at once. I just happened to finish this one first lmao. I hope it's what you were looking for! I certainly had fun writing it!

The first thing that comes to you is the pounding in your head.

It feels like someone’s beating you with a hammer, a dull thud banging over and over again into your temples. Your brain feels like it’s being squeezed, making it hard to think, or comprehend anything but the pain. Has it always hurt so much to live?

Against all better reasoning, you attempt to open your eyes. Slowly, they peel open, instantly flooded by the lights and colors of your room. It feels like a stab to the eyeballs, your head throbbing in response. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut. Since when does seeing hurt to do? “You’re awake.” You hear a familiar voice say. Cautiously, you turn your head again, peeking out of one eye. And there they are. Medicine Pocket, sitting right next to your bed. Their hair is undone, falling over their shoulders in a messy cascade. Their eyes look tired, but they’re still managing to pull a smile. “You’ve given everyone quiiiiite the heart attack.” They chuckle, poking your forehead. “Come on, sit up. I have some water for you.” That is music to your ears.

You scooch upwards, your sore muscles screaming at you to stop. It feels like you’ve just ran a marathon, your body inexplicably pained by… something. Something you can’t quite remember. Medicine shoves a cool glass of water in your hands, and instantly you feel better. Just the cold touch of the glass is enough to relax you, and when you put the glass to your lips? The relief is like no other. You gulp it down greedily, finishing the cup in a matter of seconds. You hand it back to Medi, feeling slightly better.

“Bunny Bunny has something she calls a ‘hangover cure’ that she’s cooking up for you.” Medi states, snorting. “Apparently it’s popular. Both Pavia and Centurion swear by it.” You can barely comprehend what they’re saying, your mind swimming in pain. But the sound of their voice is comforting. You’re glad they’re here, next to you, during this time of need. However, there’s something on your mind. “What… what happened last night?” Your confusion makes Medi burst out into laughter. You writhe in pain as the sound hits your ears, the shrill laughter doing nothing for your headache. You shrink down into your bed, hitting your head against the pillow as you prepare for something terrible to come out their mouth. “You got hit by one of Diggers’ bubbles.” Medi explains between laughter. “You were out of it.” You groan, bits and pieces returning to you. “When we got you to the suitcase, you nearly fell face first down the stairs. I had to catch you.” “Nooooo…” “You started petting Pickles, then broke into tears over how fluffy he was.” “Noooooooooo, don’t remind mee…” You hide your face under the covers. “You sang karaoke with Regulus. I have it on camera.” “Nooo you don’t! Pocket, come oooon…” “You also told me you loved me.” You freeze, suddenly tensing. Surely you didn’t… did you? “Oh.” Is all that can escape you. “That’s…” You bite your lip, not knowing what else to say. “You said I’m smart, and skilled in battle, and stupidly beautiful.” They trail on.

Your face feels as if it’s on fire. You want them to stop, yet you can’t make the words.

“You said you think about me at night, and that every time I look at you I set you on fire.” “Please, please stop!” You beg, tears beginning to well in your eyes. You can’t stand the teasing any longer, it’s too much. “Just forget about it, alright?! I wasn’t in my right mind. I was out of it! Just act like it never happened, okay?!”

Medi flinches back at your sudden resistance. You’ve never snapped back at their teasing before. This was new. Had they accidentally hit a nerve?

“Hey, I’m-” “No, just stop! I know you want to continue to make fun of me, but I can’t take it! Everything hurts, and I ruined our friendship, and I just want to be left alone so I can rot forever!” You sob, tears rushing from your eyes now. Your head pounds further, but nothing hurts as bad as the tear in your heart. “[Name]!” Medi exclaims. “I’m sorry!” “You’re…” You wipe your face with your blanket. “What?” “I’m sorry. For teasing you.” Medi rubs at their neck, staring at the ground. “I didn’t know you’d be a big baby about it. I’m sorry.” You blink. For as long as you’ve known Medicine Pocket, they’ve never apologized. You didn’t think it was possible for them to. That they’d explode if they ever tried. Though it wasn’t the most ideal apology, it was more than what you were used to from them. “But.” Medi continued, slowly. “I can’t just forget about it. I’ve been thinking a lot about what you’ve said.” A blush falls upon their cheeks. “[Name], you make me happy. Like, really happy. There’s something about your idiotic face that makes it hard for me to think straight. I’ve never… I’ve never really felt that before. For anyone. It’s weird and confusing, and sometimes I think I hate it. But I want to be with you. Even if it’s just for a bit.” “Medicine…” You look up at them, eyes as round as saucers. “Yeah?” They ask, catching their breath. “You picked the worst time to confess!” You break into a smile, wincing at the sudden movement. “Really? While I’m hungover of all things?” You reach out a hand, playfully pushing them away. “At least I’m not doing it mid-battle! Like some of us.” They playfully whap you back, a smirk returning to their face.

The two of you laugh, before falling into a pleasant silence. “I’d like to give us a shot, [Name].” Medi says, bashfully looking towards you. “I’d like that too.”

Drunk Words pt 2

You have a nightmare that night. In your dream, a large eagle with red eyes stares daggers into you, while you attempt to escape from it’s twisted forest.

No matter where you turn, it’s always ahead of you, it's bird face full of hatred. You duck under branches, twist between trees, and hide under brush, but you can still feel it’s glare wherever you go. Always lurking.

Always ahead. You wake with a start.

The first thing you notice is that you’re covered in sweat. Your clothes stick to your body, making it nearly impossible to move and breathe. It’s a gross sensation, nearly unbearable, made worse by the fact that it’s paired with a killer headache.

Your head pounds, your stomach churns, and everything feels hot and close. You feel as though there’s been a great pressure placed on you, and it’s slowly crushing you into the bed. You force yourself to sit up, wiping your wet forehead with an equally wet arm. Your vision is hazy, blurred and swirling as the room rocks around you. It takes you a moment to realize that you’re in your room. And that there’s someone at the door. The eyes from your nightmare fall upon you, as blank and as cruel as you remember them to be. You flinch back, then flinch again at the pain, as your head spins in confusion. Wait. You know that red glare! “Dikke?” You ask. You didn’t realize it until now, but your mouth is horribly dry. It feels like someone shoved cotton into your jaw and left you to choke. “Yes, M’lord?” Dikke asks, standing up a bit straighter. “What are you doing in my room?” Dikke’s face goes red, her eyes falling to the floor. “Making sure you’re protected, M’lord. I couldn’t be too careful.” Now, you might be out of it, but you’re pretty sure there’s no threats nearby. What the hell was Dikke talking about? “From…what?”

Dikke’s face grows more embarrassed, as she lowers her head now, trying to shield her expression. “You see, you were… compromised last night. You were in a vulnerable state. I had to make sure you got the rest you needed to recover, and that no one took advantage of your stupor.” Well that was at least sweet. You think. Not that you suspect anyone in the suitcase would really do that. The worst would be Tennant, who’d probably try to swindle any remaining money out of you. But other than that? You trusted the people you worked with.

Slowly, memories return. “Oh,” You groan, the cause of all this hitting you like a freight train. “I got hit by one of Diggers’ bubbles, didn’t I?” You sigh, dragging your fingers through your hair. “I didn’t do anything too embarrassing, did I?”

Dikke shakes her head. “You wanted to go out and, uh, socialize, but I put an end to that. Once we got back, I made you dress and go straight to bed. To prevent any further harm from being done.” You sigh in relief. “That’s good. Thank you, Dikke.” “Except- there was one thing.”

Oh no.

“You…” She stumbles over the first word, you can see she’s struggling to get it all out. “You told me that… Well, the thing is, you said something. And I… I’m simply wondering… Ah, no, that’s not it.” You lean forward, intrigued by the hesitation. “You told me that you loved me.” She finishes, giving a pitiful look to you. “Gah! What? I did?” You exclaim. You don’t remember that at all! “How- What- Huh?” “It was not a full confession.” Dikke admits. “You told me that I was beautiful, and then exclaimed ‘I love you’. But you were quite out of it…” Her expression twists between sad and expectant. It’s clear that she wants you to say something, but you aren’t sure what. “I probably didn’t mean it in a romantic way!” Probably? God, could you be any less convincing?! “I probably just meant it as a friend thing! You know? How friends call each other beautiful and stuff?” You’re sweating bullets all over again, making the bed even more uncomfortable. “Ah.” Dikke looks quite defeated, her gaze returning to the ground. “So you mean to tell me, you do not have romantic feelings for me?” What are you even supposed to say?! The brave knight of justice has never looked so pitiful or small. She looks like a gentle wind could blow her down! You bite the inside of your cheek, closing your eyes as you try to find the correct words to say. “If I did have romantic feelings for you, hypothetically, what would you say?” You ask, opening one eye to study Dikke. “That my heart burns for you as well. And that I want to pledge my unyielding loyalty to you, and to our love.” She states, bowing. “Well, what if, again hypothetically, I said I wanted to take it slow at first? Ease into the whole, unyielding loyalty thing.” “Oh.” You see the gears turning in her head as she stands up straight. “Yes, I’m sure I can do that too.” She coughs into a closed fist, glancing away.

“Then, well…” You sigh. “I do like you. And I do want to take things slow.” You admit, crossing your arms. The light which appears in Dikke’s eyes are like no other. She’s like a kid seeing a christmas tree for the first time, all wonder filled and bright. She runs to your side, kneeling at your bed. Looking up to you with so much admiration, you could swear it was almost worship. “You’re being truthful, M’lord? Yes?” “Yeah, I am.” You sink under her gaze, not used to it being so soft. It’s cute. Too cute. “Then I will be your knight, yours and yours alone, to defend you and follow you to the ends of the earth.” She swears.

You wonder, briefly, what you’ve gotten yourself into.

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Fucking RA

Group : ATEEZ

Pairing : RA!seonghwa x afab!reader

Genre : College!AU, smut

Word count : 5.5k

Warning : MDNI, dirty dirty explicit smut; dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, masturbation slight voyeurism (??), unprotected sex (don't do this irl if you don't want your cooch or peepee to clap), creampie and I really don't know what the fuck I wrote

a/n : I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR A LONG ASS WHILE 😭😭 i told @bobateastay about this back then and i decided that maybe posting this before whoretober ends is a good idea. but then i got distracted and shit happened so i said ehh posting this before nutvember ends is fine too. mind you this is an experimental work. as in if this fic receives positive feedback and support, i might make more oneshots like this lmao

You had just arrived back to your co-ed dorms when your friend, Wooyoung suddenly barged into your room with a stupid grin on his face. "Guess what happened," he told you, sounding beyond excited.

As you placed your bag by the side of your bed, you dropped down to sit on your bed. "They're finally getting rid of extra cost for extra cups at the cafeteria?" you guessed first. Wooyoung shook his head. "They... Are changing the campus mascot?" you guessed again which caused Wooyoung to scoff, "Please, that bunny might be crusty, but it's a sex symbol," "Ewh, how?" you cringed but he didn't answer. "Come on, guess again!" he whined whilst walking towards your bed and plopping down on it as if it was his own bed. "Why can't you just tell me?" you pretended to whine back at him. He rolled his eyes at your attempt at showing how annoying he is but he talked anyways, "San finally got caught fucking by Seonghwa hyung so he's being punished as we speak!" He wheezed out happily.

You can only stare as your friend laughed hysterically on your bed. "I don't know how you can be so happy at your friend's misfortune," you sighed. It took Wooyoung a while but he stopped laughing, "It's not that it gave me happiness, but we made a bet that he wouldn't get caught by Seonghwa hyung! Out of all the RAs, he's the only one who has a stick up his butt and maybe seeing San's balls can calm him down," he said as he wiped a stray tear away from his eyes.

The man in question, Park Seonghwa, is one of the people in Wooyoung's close-knit friend group. Not so surprisingly, he's the RA. He's notorious for being a strict person, following the rules and never showing bias even with his friends. He once let Hongjoong spend the night on the lobby sofa because he came back at 3 am from working on his assignment. Sure, it might be affected by the fact that Hongjoong had accidentally kicked Seonghwa's on progress lego death star and ruined them, but the dorm has a rule where they are not allowed in after 12 am so he was just following the rules. Another incident was when Wooyoung created a commotion in the middle of the night for a stupid TikTok trend that cost him a week of helping the janitors clean the dorm toilets.

Not to mention, Park Seonghwa has this ability to bust anyone who's having sex in the dorm. It's like a super sense or something. The co-ed dorm is truly lucky to have him, but the students found it annoying. If his friends can't bribe him, their fate is worse than death when faced with the man.

Despite his strictness, you can't deny that the man is extremely hot and given the chance, you'd wanna get railed by him. The thought, of course, you kept to yourself. If any of your friends found out that you have the hots for Seonghwa, that'll be the end of you. But you realized that you are always affected by Seonghwa without him having to do anything. So to evade accidentally letting anyone know, you simply avoid Seonghwa and kept your personal interactions to a minimum or made sure that you're with other people when he's around. It might sound too much, but the system works.

You cringed at Wooyoung's comment, "I'd be concerned if seeing San's balls calm Seonghwa down," to which Wooyoung teasingly squinted his eyes at you, "That's homophobic," he joked. You only rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at his face, "Get the fuck out Wooyoung, I wanna go take a shower," you tried to shoo Wooyoung away. He raised an eyebrow and instead of moving away, he strikes a ridiculous pose on your bed, "Is that an invitation?" to add to his teasing, he winked at you. Wordlessly, you lift up the same pillow that dropped to his side as a warning that you'll hit him again. In the end, Wooyoung ran out of the room cackling happily after messing with you.

You knew that you had to be quick to secure a shower because, in less than an hour, people will start piling in. Due to a sudden change in your schedule for the week, you had the luxury of being able to show in peace with no one around. Being in a co-ed dorm means that while you don't shower with the males, they are only separated by a wall. And luckily, you've been blessed with the opportunity to shower in a completely empty communal shower room. Call it what you want, you decide it's the universe's way of rewarding you for being good.

So you quickly gather your shower caddy and a change of clothes and head to the bathroom. As you closed your door, you bumped slightly into someone and when you turned around, you saw Seonghwa staring down at you with a smile on his face. "Hey, showering?" he asked, nodding his head to the things in your hands. You looked down to see your panties on full display and you immediately tried to discreetly hide them under your shirt (but you failed). You chuckled awkwardly and nodded, "Yeah... The bathroom should be empty now so I can shower more comfortably," Seonghwa nodded slowly at your answer. Thank God he was gentlemanly enough to not mention your panties or you would've dropped dead at that very moment. "Well, have a good shower!" he waved to you before walking away.

Almost immediately after Seonghwa left you, you dashed to the bathroom that was only two doors down from across your room. You can't lose the chance of showering in peace just because you embarrassed yourself in front of Seonghwa. Sweet, sweet Seonghwa who seems to always have glossy lips, long and delicate fingers, and his damn tongue that darts out like a snake. Without you realizing it, you were clenching your thighs.

You were in such a hurry and so deep in your thoughts that you didn't even realize you hadn't brought your towel to the bathroom. Sadly, you realized this when you're already butt naked.

Cursing yourself, you immediately put on the oversized shirt on your body, neglecting your underwear because you'd only be a minute and your room's so close.

Knowing that you were in such a vulnerable state, you peeked your head first into the hallway, making sure that no one was around. Thankfully, the hallway was very empty, not a single soul can be found. Heck, you were sure not even the ghosts are roaming the floor at that moment. So you got cocky. You walked leisurely into your room, get your towel, and then walked back to the bathroom. On your way, you accidentally dropped your towel on the floor so you mindlessly bent down to get it, not caring that you were very much exposed.

As you walked into the bathroom, however, you managed to miss the person standing at the end of the hallway with wide eyes, frozen in his place.

The shower was refreshing. You took your time scrubbing the ickiness from studying (not that you sweat or anything in class, but you feel the need to rid yourself of studying), and then you washed your hair, carefully massaging the scalp that you hope can transfer to your brain as it has been forced to think hard that day.

Whilst in the shower, you couldn't help but think of your interaction with Park Seonghwa earlier. Your mind drifted off to the way he spoke to you, how his voice is melodious and smooth and thick like honey but still has an edge of command to him. Makes you wonder how he is in bed. You were pretty sure that he's dominant with maybe a daddy kink. How could he not? The man LOOKS like that. You can't really put it into words, but he feels like the embodiment of the words "daddy" and "mine". He might have a baby girl fetish too, but it might just be your wishful thinking.

Mind elsewhere, you didn't even realize that your hand had slipped down between your legs and started caressing your inner thighs. The stimulation made your mind drift from thinking about Seonghwa and his kinks to thinking about Seonghwa and his kinks. You parted your folds to feel your arousal slowly seeping out of you. The feeling made you bite down a small moan. As your fingers began circling your clit, you imagined him naked in front of you, puffs of breath leaving his pink luscious lips as he panted out your name. Your brain imagined how he would sound like when he was putting you in your place, how he wants you to do things to him. And you can only imagine how pretty his cock would look like and how big and girthy it is. You couldn't help but physically shudder at the thought. Your fingers worked quicker, chasing your high. You imagined it was Seonghwa playing with your pussy. When you slip two fingers into your hole, you imagined it to be his fingers. Though, you believed that his fingers are more experienced and it could reach the parts inside you that you'd never reach before. Just the thought of Seonghwa probably able to make you reach an earth-shattering orgasm made your knees buckle and you had to anchor yourself onto the shower wall in front of you. The warm water running down your back drove your brain into believing that Seonghwa was behind you and that was his body heat you're feeling. You began whining to yourself as you felt your climax approaching.

"Seonghwa, oh god- please, please, please, please, please, I wa- I wanna-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before your legs buckle as you finally reached your orgasm. As you slowly catch your breath, you pulled your hand from between your legs slowly. The sight of your fingers covered in your juice from the thought of (what you can only classify as) your friend made you blush. You felt guilty for thinking of him in such a way, you honestly felt like a pervert. Still ashamed, you immediately wash off your hand and continued with your shower with the image of a naked Seonghwa that your brain concocted at the back of your mind.

After (finally) finishing your shower, you came out of the bathroom feeling fresh and a lot more relaxed. Looking at yourself in the mirror outside of the shower stall as you massage your hair with your towel, you saw the way your skin glistened and you honestly feel like a goddess. You wondered, does the effect come because of the relaxing shower you just had or was it because you just had an orgasm from the thought of the hot RA?

As you were walking out of the bathroom area, you were stopped when you bumped into a hard chest. You looked up to see Seonghwa towering over you. His eyes seemed dark and intimidating and he was standing tall. It both terrified but also turned you on.

"Uh... Hi Seonghwa, wha-" you couldn't finish your question because he had already menacingly stepped forward which made you step backwards until your back hit the cold mirror of the bathroom. He caged you by putting his hands on either side of your head, making sure you can't leave. Seeing him look at you with menacing eyes and confidence made you very nervous. Had he heard you moaning? Had he heard you touching yourself while moaning his name?

"Did you know I was standing at the end of the hallway when you bent down, showcasing, or perhaps flaunting your pussy like a bitch in heat?" he asked, tongue darting out from between his lips and you could've sworn your knees buckled at the sight. Or maybe it was his VERY dirty words. "I- I- I-," your brain couldn't seem to be able to function at that moment, you don't know if it was the steam you just inhaled while you were showering or if it was because of Seonghwa. You're willing to bet it was the latter.

Seonghwa saw your state of incoherence and smirked, "Cat got your tongue now? Where was the brazen slut who roamed the hallways without underwear?" he asked as his right hand suddenly drop to caress the length of your arm before it rested on your hip. "Gotta say, I wasn't done looking at it. You were so quick to stand back up and leave, I couldn't get enough image to get myself off," at that, your eyes dropped to his crotch and that's when you finally took notice of his boner. The fabric of his jeans seemed snug and the crease only emphasized the size of his cock.

The sight of his cock straining in his jeans made you clench your thighs together as if to suppress the feeling growing between them, something that Seonghwa noticed immediately. He smirked as he grab your hand carefully and brought it to his crotch, "You feel this? This is all because of you," your knees almost buckled but thankfully he pressed on your body and his lips caught your earlobe, "I hate that a glimpse of your pussy is able to turn me on like this," you moaned out when he bit into your earlobe, your own hand automatically squeezing his clothed cock. "Tsk tsk tsk, naughty girl," he chuckled when he felt you slowly stroking and squeezing him through his pants. "Is this why you've been avoiding me? Because you know you couldn't keep your hands off me if you got the chance to?" he teased. You blushed and pouted, "Don't tease me, it's not funny," you whined. Seeing you like that made Seonghwa coo and leaned down to softly press his lips to you. "Don't worry, baby, I understand because that was always my strategy too," he confessed.

Before you could react, he had pulled you flush against him and his hands immediately went into position; one cupping the back of your head and the other holding one of your legs up so your crotches were touching. You couldn't help but moan into his mouth and began grinding onto him. Seonghwa felt how much you wanted him and he groaned into your mouth. The vibration shot down to your pussy and at that point, you just couldn't take it anymore.

You pushed away from Seonghwa slightly, confusing him. But a smirk grew on his face as he saw you slowly undressing in front of him. You didn't even care that the floor was wet and that it was soaking your clean clothes, you wanted him. One by one, each article of your clothing dropped to the floor and once you stood buck ass naked, Seonghwa immediately followed suit, taking his own shirt off and pants. But before he could pull unbutton his jeans, you dropped down to your knees and began unzipping his pants with your teeth. "Oh, you're dirty," he sighed out, voice slightly trembling from how horny he was.

Once his pants were on the floor, you were about to pull his briefs down but he tugged you up, "I really need to taste you," he breathed out and before you know it, your body had been pressed to the mirror with Seonghwa occupying the space between your legs. He lifted one of your legs up his shoulder and let out a shaky breath at the sight of your pussy in front of him. "It looks even better up close," you gasped when he started slapping your pussy a couple times. When you looked down, he was staring at your reaction with a smug grin on his face. He didn't say anything else but you could sense him getting the satisfaction he needed from the way your body jolted when he slapped your pussy or your thigh, how it squirms when the parted the lips to toy with the slickness there. "Seonghwa," you whimpered out, the sound of your voice was a little above a whisper but that was all you could muster, "Hmm?" Seonghwa replied as he began peppering kisses on your thighs. "Don't tease," you managed to choke out. He chuckled at your desperation, the vibration from his voice shooting straight at your pussy and by god, you think you could've cum just from his voice.

Thankfully, he moved to lick a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit in an antagonizingly slow pace. You've seen his tongue darting out like a snake and by god you never could have imagined that it'd feel so good. Your eyes rolled back and your head fell back to the wall, chest arched in pleasure. As Seonghwa began eating you out to his heart's content, he peered up to look at you and the sight of you in a state of bliss made his cock twitch. A moan left his mouth and the vibration shot through you to the point that your legs trembled. Seonghwa had to repositioned his hands as to not let you fall.

"Seonghwa, Seonghwa, Seonghwa," you called out, it was as if you were possessed and your mind cleared of any other words other than his name. The way you called him only proved to stir him up even more. What was slow, ravishing licks turned to hungry possessive slurps, it was as if he was trying to leave his mark on you and making a point of letting you know your puaay is his. The obnoxious wet sound of him completely devouring your pussy made you clench around nothing.

Just as you were a whiny, moaning mess, Seonghwa too was affected. Unbeknownst to you, he had pulled his cock out of his boxers and slowly stroked himself. He used his precum to lubricate his movements. His own eyes rolled back at the pleasure of tasting you and the stimulation given to his dick and the more he pleasured himself, the more he craved for you.

Seonghwa abruptly detached himself from you, making you whimper in protest. As he came back up to tower over you, you automatically wrapped a leg around his waist and your arms around his neck, seeking his touch. His exposed cock made contact with your pussy, wet from your own juice and his spit and the feeling when he made contact with you was beyond any words in existence. You began grinding onto his cock, begging for him. "Why'd you stop?" you whined, your eyes glossy with tears of frustration that began to gather and cheeks flushed from pleasure. Seeing you in that state made Seonghwa smirk in arrogance, pleased that he was able to put you in such a state. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, maybe in hunger from seeing you or to taste the remnants of you left on his lips. With the appearance of his tongue, he pressed his stiff cock on you more. The heaviness of it and the pulsing tip bumping and brushing deliciously against your clit, making your breath hitch and head thrown back. He took that as a sign to dove down and mark your neck with his mouth. Teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, the sound of you so pathetically affected by him only spur him as he growled and the vibration shot from your skin down to your core. You were sure that you were leaking an embarrassing amount down there. But you couldn't care less.

"I need to be inside you," Seonghwa panted, his tongue dragging upwards from your neck to your earlobe where he let his teeth nibble on, "I need to fill you up with me," he begged, voice raspy.

Your pussy throbbed with each drag of his cock. The tip was inching slowly down to your hole at a deliberately slow pace. You hated how he was taking his damn sweet time but the torture felt so good.

Just as he was about to slip his cock in, chatters were heard from outside. Voices grew louder and louder towards the bathroom and before you know it, the front door was slammed open and in came a group of giggling girls. Seonghwa pulled you to the furthest bath stall, only closing the door slightly due to being hurried. He trapped you between his arms, back pressed on the wall as he panted over you.

"...Yeah, and I heard they weren't even trying to be discreet!" one of the girls laughed.

Both your and Seonghwa's eyes widened at that. Had you both been caught by other people?

"Please, San was asking to get caught,"

You recognized the voices as the group of girls who gossip and tattle just to cause drama as soon as your brain can work. It was hard to think straight with Seonghwa's heaving chest right in front of your face and his dick brushing against your hip.

"It was crazy that you reported him to Seonghwa though. If San ever finds out, he'll go ballistic,"

"Oh please, what can he do? He might look like a constipated cat but he's all claws no bite,"

It began to seem like they were never leaving and you couldn't ignore the fact that you're really needy. And that Seonghwa's penis is RIGHT THERE. Plus, you kinda hate the fact that Seonghwa was focusing on those girls instead of you. He might just be worried that he'll get caught, but the horniness in your brain disregarded that fact and choose to do something that can get his attention back to you.

Seonghwa's eyes widened and his head snapped to you when he felt you touching his dick. "Hwa..." you whined, batting your eyelashes at him. "Are you crazy?" he hissed lowly, "There are still people out there! They could catch us if we're too risky," he scolded. But you couldn't care less. You wrapped a leg around his hips and began grinding your naked pussy onto his dick, coating it with your arousal as you wrap your arms around his neck, lips peppering kisses all over his jawline, neck, and cheek. "(y/n)..." he warned but you could tell that his resolve was slowly breaking. You ignored him and kept grinding and kissing him, even moaning out whilst nibbling on his bottom lip to egg him further.

Suddenly the voices of the people outside fade away. Although, it could be because his mind is now fully clouded with lust, focus completely distracted with your naked body pressing onto his own. He could feel how warm your cunt is and he really wanted to know how you'd feel with him stuffing you completely full. "(y/n), you're killing me," he groaned, grabbing onto your shoulder to stop you. But his grip wasn't that strong that it would actually prevent you from moving. "Then do something about it," you smirked against his lips.

That seemed to push him just enough as he suddenly pushed you off of him. Your eyes widened and you thought you did something to piss him off. But he flipped you over, forcing you to brace yourself on the wall as he grip your hips tightly. Before you could say anything, he had spread your legs open and shoved himself in you in one swift thrust. Your body lunged forward from the sudden impact as you let out a yelp. Seonghwa clicked his tongue in disapproval at the yelp you let out and spanked you harshly on the ass. "You be quiet, we're still in a public area so we can't be too loud or else people can hear us," he said as he began thrusting slowly. Despite his warning, you couldn't help but whimper and moaned at the feeling of him stretching you out to accommodate his size. Seonghwa watched you with a satisfied smirk etched on his lips, taking pleasure in not only feeling how tight you were gripping him but also from your reaction, tics and twitches each time he moves, the sounds you make, and the way your back arched. He snickered and chuckled to himself, "But you might like that, huh? Do you like the idea of someone catching us like this? You whimpering and begging for me like a needy bitch while I have my ways with you," he then snaked a hand to your throat and pulled you back so your back hit his chest, "You're a needy, unsatisfiable whore, aren't you? Is that why you were touching yourself, moaning my name in the shower?"

Your eyes widened and immediately you snapped your head to look at him. Your shocked face was met with his cocky, smirking one. "Oh yeah, I heard you. I heard you loud and clear," he then snapped his hips up harshly, making you roll your eyes back from the sudden pleasure. The pace of his hips picked up, "Were you hoping that I'd catch you?" then you felt the hand that was on your hips snaked down between your legs all the while still keeping a firm grip on you, "Because I did catch you in the act. And I almost went in there to punish you for being so reckless after flashing your pussy in the hallway like that. But I thought I should give you the courtesy of finishing first," as he finished his sentence, he delivered a sharp smack directly on your clit. The impact made you gasp and squirm in his tight grip, "S-Seong- Seonghwa," you called out. You felt his lips kissing from the back of your ear down to your neck and back up again.

"You've had your fun, now is my turn,"

That was all the warning you got before he started slamming his cock in and out of you at a rapid pace. Seonghwa's grip on you was so tight that you couldn't even anchor yourself on the wall, it even felt possessive. So you opted to let your hands hold onto Seonghwa's instead; one on his hand that was around your throat as your other on his other one that was on your hips. Seonghwa chuckled at the realization of your attempt to anchor yourself, his lips were pressing onto your skin and the vibration from his voice made you shudder. Your position felt intimate and Seonghwa liking the way you reacted to him made you feel confident. His thrusts never slowed, and his pace was constant and powerful. "Do you feel good?" he teased, knowing just how good you were feeling from the way your body reacted but he wanted to hear it from you. He wanted verbal confirmation that he was making you feel so good. Your back arched and the movement made your hips shift a little just in time for Seonghwa to hit a new spot that made you see stars. "O- oh fuck, shit!" you yelped. Seonghwa's eyes darkened and his dick twitched inside you almost immediately. His grips shifted to secure your position and if you think his thrusts were fast before, his new pace was animalistic.

He pounded into you as if he was releasing all his anger and frustration at you. You couldn't help but feel overwhelmed at the new pleasure he was bringing you, it was almost painful but you didn't want it to stop. "Se- Seonghwa-" you called out as your knees began buckling down. Hearing you, Seonghwa slipped out of you and let go of his grip. You turned around and whined in protest at him, you didn't want the pleasure to stop. He chuckled at your neediness and reached to cup your face, "Don't worry, I'm not stopping. I'm just repositioning so you won't fall." His voice was kind and soft, a stark contrast to the things that he was doing to you before. "Still, you could've warned me," you pouted, making him chuckle and lean down to peck your lips.

It didn't take long for him to press you onto the wall with his own body. He had your left leg as high as it could around his waist to open you up to him as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. The new position allowed you to feel his whole hard length resting on your stomach as it rubbed against your core. You whimpered as your head fell back onto the wall, exposing your throat to Seonghwa. Seonghwa bit his bottom lip as he saw how you react to the feeling of his cock on your skin alone. "God, you're gonna make me burst," he groaned out, diving down to nip at your exposed skin.

"Seonghwa please, please, please, please I need your cock in me right now," you begged him as your hips ground with his. Thankfully, Seonghwa seemed to share the same urgency with you as he shoved himself back into you. "You felt me once and now you can't get enough of me, huh? Greedy," he teased as he began a slow pace with you. You shook your head at him, "No, more, Seonghwa! More! I want more, I need more!" Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at you and shook his head, "Your wish is my command," he simply said before returning to the previous animalistic pace he had. You were glad he changed positions because in this position, he was able to reach deeper. By now, you were a moaning mess and even with your mouth biting down on Seonghwa's shoulder, your moans were still very loud.

Despite you being loud, Seonghwa couldn't seem to care. At that moment, he was chasing his high and he was getting close. The way your walls hugged him so snugly and the way your mouth kept softly chanting out his name was turning his brain to mush. "S- shit (y/n) I'm close," Seonghwa grunted. You nodded quickly as you pulled back to look at him, "Me too, God- I- I- Seonghwa," your bottom lip quivered from the pleasure. Seonghwa captured your lips with him in a steamy kiss as he continued pleasuring you and him. His hard cock rubbed your insides so deliciously while Seonghwa's hips allowed some friction on your clit, stimulating you even more. You might not sleep around much but it was obvious that Seonghwa is the best there is. Seonghwa on the other hand felt like he was about to burst at any second. Your core was dripping so much that it allowed him to move inside you with ease. He knew that this was wrong, fucking in the co-ed dorm, but he couldn't deny the thrill and excitement of doing it. Though he knew that his excitement was not just because of the notion of doing something wrong, but it was because he was doing it with you.

Seonghwa pulled away from your lips reluctantly to draw another breath. With foreheads rested against each other, he stared into your eyes. "I'm g-gonna cum, where-" he didn't even get to finish his sentence before you cut him off, "Inside me Seonghwa, please. Make me yours." Your words made Seonghwa's cock twitch. He had never felt more aroused by anything other than you telling him to claim you as his. Your words affected him so much that he couldn't even warn you before spilling his cum inside, painting your walls white. The warmth of him filling you made you moan loudly as it triggered your own release. Your thighs shook and your left leg tightened around Seonghwa's hips.

Seonghwa watched you come down from your high slowly with chest heaving and eyes glazing. His fingers carded through your hair, comforting you as you calm down. You couldn't help but smile at his thoughtful gesture. You might not know if he used you just because you're available and he just wanted a one-time thing with you, but he definitely knew how to treat a girl right.

"You okay?" he asked, concerned. You nodded at him as you pushed his hair back with your fingers, "I feel great, honestly." he chuckled at your words but nodded in understanding, "Great because I do too." You rolled your eyes playfully at him and pushed his shoulder slightly, "Now you're just copying me."

Before he could answer you though, someone coughed, making both of your eyes widen in horror. Neither of you remembered to lock or even pay attention to the stall's door.

"Are you hypocrites done?"

Seonghwa snapped his head back but didn't move his body to cover yours. He could only grin awkwardly at the man standing in front of the stall. "Hey San, what are you doing in the women's bath area?"

Suddenly, another head popped out from the sides, making you yelp and duck to hide in Seonghwa's arms.

"Well lookie here. I guessed you didn't accept my shower invitation because you already have a shower buddy, huh, (y/n)?" Wooyoung snickered.

Now, how the fuck are you going to deal with this?

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skzhua · 8 months

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BESTIE SJSJSJ FIRST IMMA SAY YOUR ANGST WITH THE HAPPY ENDS? ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL LIKE IVE READ PLENTY AND NEVER COULD FIND ONE THAT SCRATCHED MY ITCH (or whatever they say)😭 SOOOO I SAW UOUR REQUESTS WERE OPENED AND I RAN HERE😭😭😭 i don't have a very ... Particular request like idk the exact word but it's basically just a smol thought you can write if you like💀

So basically stumbled upon a video of Binnie talking about how memebers are when angry and him sayin all it takes for him to calm down IS ANY SORT IF PHYSICAL TOUCH

Simply shakes me to the core every time I think about him being putty in my hands 🫦🫦 (no calling me out for being delusional i will police and jail)

Idek know how to base an entire one shot around just this tiny thing so let's just pretend i was gushing if you can't either 💀💀💀

The Three Times Changbin Got Mad, and the One Time He Didn't

MASTERLIST

Pairing Seo Changbin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff.

Word Count: 1,777

Warnings: Swearing. (not proofread yet!)

A/N: Like you said, extremely hard to base off an entire imagine just from this so I'm sorry if this is shitty. I tried real hard for inspiration to come but Changbin is such a soft person in my mind that I genuinely can't wrap my head around him getting angry lmao. I hope this does the trick!

In the few years you had been dating the man, Changbin liked to consider himself as a calm person. In fact, he only got angry a few times. But those few times were intense.

one.

JYP criticized his song. By then, it was no surprise to anyone that Changbin had some dislike towards his big boss. However, it was not the first time he got some harsh reviews on a demo. So why did this one in particular made him especially pissed? Because he wrote it about his lover, you.

When he wrote it, he hadn't seen you in days and missed you terribly. He gave his all to this song as he arranged and composed it only a few days after writing it. Once you finally found the time to see each other, he was so proud to show it to you. Of course you loved it and almost cried because, come on, how sweet is it that your boyfriend loves you so much that he makes a song about you?

Apparently, it was not enough to be released as an SKZ-RECORD.

"Is it the melody? I could change the hook for-" Changbin started, but Chan put his hand on his shoulder as to stop him from speaking any more.

"It's not just the melody. The lyrics are very explicitly directed to a significant other and some fans might react poorly to it. Plus, it doesn't sound like the kind of music you'd release. Your tone is too soft unlike usually."

Changbin was baffled. "Too soft? What about it? Do you expect me to sing about the love of my life while growling?"

Chan felt the tension growing. "Bin, it's not-"

"You think it's bad too?" he scoffed.

"I didn't say that but-"

"No, I get it." he cut him off again. "Thank you both for the feedback."

And just like that, he stormed out of the room, heading straight to the gym. It was the only he thought of letting out the build up rage his coworkers had caused. Music blasting in his headphones, doing his nth squat, he still couldn't calm down. As he dropped his dumbbell in front of him, his attention was drifted to the door opening to his left. Jisung stood there with a small smile. Changbin removed turned off his music and greeted the younger man with a wave. Jisung dropped his things in the corner of the room where the lockers were located before he joined him.

"You started without me?"

Changbin nodded, sweat dripping on his face. "I left the company early."

"Chan told me."

Not wanting to discuss about what had happened, he turned his music back on and went on with his workout. Jisung got the message and didn't bother him any further. They exercised together in silence.

An hour later, they left to go back home. It was no surprise for anyone when Changbin didn't take the time to greet Chan when he walked in the dorm as he went straight to his room. He pulled out a bag and then dialed your number.

On your side, you were doing nothing but watching a movie. Not having gotten the proper sleep for a while, you were dozing off easily. The ring coming from your phone woke you up immediately. Recognizing the contact picture of your boyfriend, you wasted no time to answer.

"Hey." you answered with a yawn.

"Hey." Changbin said softly. "Did I wake you up?"

"No." you chuckled. "What's up?"

He sighed in hesitation. "Can I come sleep at your place tonight? Something happened at work and I can't seem to calm down."

"Of course you can, but I might be already asleep when you come."

"It's fine with me, I just need a break from the guys for a bit."

Although he couldn't see, you smiled sadly. If he needed a break from the boys, it meant something really bad happened. Otherwise, he would try to fix things instead.

"Alright. If I don't answer the door, just come in, okay?!

And that's what he did. He did argue a bit with Chan whether it was a good idea sleeping at your place when they had an early practice the next day. Still, he left harshly and went to your apartment.

As you had predicted, you had fallen asleep already. His heart did get lighter at the sight of you, but he still had this knot inside of his stomach. In silence, he slipped under the covers and closed his eyes.

two.

Changbin was already having a bad day. Not having slept much the night before, he was most definitely exhausted. So when Minho pointed out that he did not do a move the right way, it only fed his anger.

"We've been doing this choreography enough times, you should be able to do it properly." Minho sighed. "Can I see it again?"

Changbin suppressed any sign of annoyance and did as told. And he made the same mistake again.

Minho shook his head. "Try again."

And again, same thing.

"I'm sorry." he apologized in a small voice.

"We have a showcase tomorrow, you are supposed to master the choreography." Minho exhaled. "Again."

And it was the same. Maybe having called you until late at night was not a good idea after all.

"What is it with you today? Stop think about Y/N and focus."

That reached Changbin's limit. He would take any criticism or even insults, but he would never accept someone bringing you up for no reason.

"You know I can do this move normally, can't we just move on?"

"I'm just saying if you weren't so distracted with her-"

Changbin scoffed. "Don't go there, Minho."

"Am I wrong, though? I get you have your own little adventure with her, but I still expect you to be doing this properly."

"We're only practicing."

"And we visibly need practicing here."

Chan walked to stand between the two men. "Alright, I think this is enough."

"Tell that to him." Changbin nodded his head at Minho.

"I'm sorry for wanting us to be at our best."

"So the best would be for me to break up with Y/N and miserably work non-stop here?"

Minho's jaw clenched, Changbin could see it. The lack of answer was his cue that he had enough of the day. With a decided walk, he took his belongings and didn't forget to slam the door behind him.

He would have called you, but you had gone back to your parents' home for the weekend and he knew how much you missed them. So he went to the studio and drowned himself in his music. Oddly enough, he had enough inspiration to write a song. It was mostly spiteful so he would never actually put it out, but it did help. Still, even after hours submerged in sound mixing and some recordings here and there, he could get rid of the anger Minho had grown in his core.

He really wished you were there.

three.

Jeongin stole his protein shake. For anyone else, this was not an issue at all. However, Changbin took his workout very seriously. So much so that it was almost to the point he'd pass it before the members. In this case, it was definitely that.

"It's half empty." he said through the phone.

The younger man having left to start his day already, he tried his best to justify his action from afar. "I stayed over last night and woke up late, this was the only thing I could digest quickly for the day. Anyway, you told me you'd make me one at some point."

Changbin scoffed. "I told you I'd make you one on the day you stop being a little shit."

"Hey, I have been nice for quite a while now."

"Congrats? What do you want me to say? Jeongin, this was perfectly mesured for me to get through the day and I was running out of protein powder so I was kind of counting on this one for my diet."

"Sorry, I didn't know."

"You could've asked at the very least."

"I said I'm sorry, really."

"Yeah right."

And he hung up, steam coming out of his ears as he stared at the shaker.

four.

The slam of the hotel room's door made your heart stop for a second. When your eyes laid on your boyfriend coming in, you calmed down immediately. Still, the look on his face didn't scream happiness and that perked some worry in you.

"Hey, baby." you said softly while he was taking his shoes off.

"Hi."

He didn't speak any more and dropped down on the chair opposite to where you were. You knew him better than anybody else but the expression on his face was unreadable. It was negative for sure but you couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.

"How was the concert?" you finally broke the silence.

"The usual." he answered boringly.

"The fans?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "The usual."

Something was off and it annoyed the shit out of you. "Alright, what happened?"

"Nothing."

"I'm not taking this as an answer."

He sighed, already feeling defeated. He couldn't hide anything from you, even the slightest thing. He went up to you and sat on the bed.

"It's not that big of a deal but my mic was cut and I missed a whole rap verse."

You let out a breath. "That's a shame... They fixed it at least?"

"Yeah but I got nervous after and messed everything up. Chan was on my back for the rest of the night and it pissed me off. Like, I don't know, I was trying."

You shushed him quick by stroking his hand with your thumb. Instantly, you could see his whole body relax a little. You didn't need to ask for him to crawl next to you, allowing you to engulf him in a cuddle. Rubbing the sides of his body, you kept quiet as your sole goal was to comfort him.

Changbin felt his heart pound less and less as he melted under your touch. Affection has always worked on him as a way to relax but you were a special one. Your presence could be enough for him to forget about anything remotely frustrating. You were his safe space and he felt so much love for you, no shit he would calm down so fast.

"Thank you." he whispered with a smile.

"It's nothing. Now, how about I order us some food and we go to bed?"

He moved around so he could see your face and smirked. "Are you paying?"

"Don't push your luck, Seo."

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robinsno1lesbian · 11 months

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Kinda modern day neighbor!Robin but her getting a strap/dildo that cums so she can properly breed you

older!neighbor!robin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2869

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+!), strap-ons, fingering, oral, breeding kink, is this considered cum play?, dirty talk, reader is embarrassed about her wants but robin knows how to deal with that...

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: my apologies for anyone who knows me irl (looking at one specific person RIGHT NOW), you literally don't okay?! anyway, i've never written anything like this before so i hope i did a decent job? this took hours lmao also guess who didn't beta read again!

it happened once. and she never let it drop. once. and it had been an accident too, something that slipped past your lips before you had been able to comprehend the weight of the words. "please fill me up" you had moaned. one single time. looking back at it now, you're not even sure how you had come up with that. you had regretted it immediately, the embarrassment running hot through your veins even in your fucked out state. but you had hoped that robin would just let go of it. that she would pretend it never happened. she did not. ever since then, she would approach you from behind or lean over you while you were napping, waking you up with hot kisses down your back and the bulge of her strap between your legs. "want me to fuck you hm?" she'd rasp. "want me to...fill you up doll?" at first you would groan in embarrassment. but the more she'd do it, the more she'd tell you all about how good she would make you feel and how she wouldn't stop until you were all full of her cum, the more you felt a new longing for just that.

it is a sunny evening and you're dozing in her bed when you hear the front door. you turn to your back and keep a watchful eye on the door; you've let yourself in hours ago, just waiting for her to finally come back home from work. you can hear her soft chuckles, probably at the sight of your shoes in the hallway before her heavy footsteps make their way upstairs and into her bedroom. "hi" you smile sweetly, pushing yourself up on your elbows to greet her. robin smiles and steps towards you, pecking your lips in greeting. she hums at the sweetness of your lipgloss against her and brings her hands to your cheeks to hold you. "i missed you" you mumble eventually and robin quickly strips out of her jacket to join you in the bed. "yeah?" she rasps once you've gotten yourself in a comfortable position; your back against her front and both of her arms around you. just how it always begins... she kisses down your bare neck softly, her lips brushing over all the right places. you sigh, finally getting her touch you've been aching for all day long. "i missed you too" she says. "couldn't stop thinking about you...about touching you...about showing you what i got..." your eye fly open at that and you turn your head to find her grinning against you. "robin...?" "don't worry baby" she runs her tongue over the side of your neck and a broken moan falls from your lips. "just lay back and enjoy this okay?" you chuckle when her hands roam your sides, hiking up your shirt to touch your bare chest. thank god you chose to ditch your bra. her cold fingers pinch your nipples and you moan softly. "you sound so pretty" robin mumbles from behind as she rolls them between her index and her thumb. "turn around" you do as you're told and spin around on the blankets so that you're facing her. she's gorgeous; blue eyes meeting yours and an amazed smile on her lips. "you are so pretty, too...gotta get you ready for me yeah?" you nod and she slides her hand down between your bodies. the gasp falls from your lips in an instant and goosebumps rise beneath her touch while she starts unbuttoning your pants. "this okay?" already breathless, you just nod again. robin kisses you sweetly before she runs a hand below the waistline of your panties. you're wet already, you have been even before she came home, but her presence and her touch definitely added to that. you shiver as she applies pressure to your clit with her middle finger and spreads your legs a little wider. "you're so fucking wet" robin mumbles and spreads you open by forming a v-shape with her fingers. the squelching noise is music to your ears. you don't have to see to know that you're dripping. "fuck me" you moan when she dips them down to your entrance. "fuck me please-" "oh i will, don't worry" she chuckles. "but i gotta get you ready for me, pretty girl" robin pushes the hair out of your face in a sweet gesture and you're about to lean in to kiss her, but then she pushes into you and your mouth hangs open as a loud moan erupts from your throat.

"yeah" she breathes and nods her head. you arch your back further against her. she has pushed your top all the way up over your breasts and they are shamelessly pushing into robin now. she doesn't stop kissing you though, keeps peppering featherlight kisses over your cheeks and your neck while she works a second finger into your cunt. "oh fuck" you moan quietly. "take off your clothes" robin whispers. "i need to see you" you obey immediately and try to get out of your clothes as fast as possible. robin, on the other hand, strips out of her top as well and throws it aside, revealing the black bra beneath. she keeps her pants on though, for reasons you do not understand just yet. "you're so fucking beautiful," she says once you're all naked and spread out for her. "i'm so lucky, god-" robin leans in and starts kissing a trail down your body, sucking each nipple into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue before leaving marks of soft red on your inner thigh. her mouth is so close to where you want and desperately need her but before she can reach your center, she withdraws herself from you, leaving you whining for her touch. "robin please-" your grip tightens in the sheets beneath you. "please" "i got you" she whispers, one hand on your hip. "i got you" and with that, she gives your hip a hard shove, spinning you on your stomach beneath her. something in her demeanor takes a 180-degree turn from how it was just a couple of seconds ago. she wants you, wants to ruin you, and -god- you want nothing more. she presses your face into the pillows and lingers above you, her bare stomach against your back. "i bet you've wanted this for so long" she whispers at the same time as you hear the zipper of her pants. "i bet you fucked yourself to the thought of this...god i bet you looked so pretty when you came all around your fingers imagining they were my cock" you gasp at that, at the hint of what's to come. her pants are thrown aside as well, joining the growing clothing pile next to your bed. but when you try to catch a glimpse of the toy that must be attached to her body, she pushes you back down into the mattress. a desperate whimper falls from your lips and you grind down onto the sheets for some sort of friction against your aching center. "don't" robin hisses. "oh god okay- okay- fuck- m'sorry- please" you slur. "fuck" "don't you worry, just let me do the work yeah? let me take care of you...god, gonna fuck you so good" she taps your back gently, signalizing you to get on all fours for her. you follow her instructions and shift your weight onto your elbows as you lean your ass back against you. you nearly moan when the tip of her strap strokes over your ass. so she will ruin you with her strap. this confirmation is definitely enough for your heart to flutter in excitement. "r-robin-" you feel her hands on either side of your ass and jump when you can feel her tongue licking a long stripe through your wet folds from behind. her nails dig into your skin and she moans at the taste. "you taste so fucking good" she groans. "and you're so wet too..

she places a kiss to your already sensitive clit before licking through you yet again, your arousal gathering at the tip of her tongue. you can't stop yourself from rocking your hips backwards but her palms against your ass cheeks hold you in place for her. "i told you not to worry...i'm gonna take really good care of you" after lapping up your wetness for another minute, you feel her pulling back. by then, you have your face buried in the pillows, a steady stream of moans falling from your lips. "oh you're so fucking wet for me" robin whispers "you're dripping" and you truly are, you can feel the air of the room against your soaked thighs. "think you're ready for me baby?" "hmh" you nod, head jerking in what you want to be a nod. "good girl" she runs the shaft of the strap through you just like she has done it with her tongue before, using your wetness as lube to coat the toy. "please" you whimper when she finally pushes her hips forward. the first initial stretch is immense and you reach out with your hand to hold hers. robin gets the hint and smiles to herself as she links your fingers.

"feels good?" she whispers and squeezes your hand. "so good" you nod "so much- so full" you're almost certain that you won't manage a proper sentence with her inside of you. "want more?" "fuck yeah" you exhale shakily when she pushes forward some more and drives the toy further into you, past the first stretch.

"gonna take the whole thing for me? yeah? gonna take all of my strap?" her other hand runs up your spine, stroking your skin to steady you. "p-please" your lower lip is trembling with want "please put it into me robin, god you- ah" you cry out in pleasure and relief when you finally feel the base of the strap against you. a loud squelching noise echoes through her room as she pushes it all the way into you. "oh god- oh god-" "god you take it so well" she purrs, a hand still firmly against your spine. "i couldn't stop thinking about how your pretty pussy would look like around it...thought about it all day..." the strap is pressing against your spot just right and you're already squirming beneath her. it must be new, you conclude. it seems larger and thicker too, causing you to feel full of her in the best ways possible. "you like it?" she whispers. "y-yes" you nod erratically, your body all tensed up in pleasure. it feels so good, being so stretched out around her, but it's nothing to the sensation that washes over you when she thrusts forward for the first time. "oh my- fuck-!" you exclaim at the first actual thrust: the aching emptiness, followed by the toy sinking into you hard and fast again. but not fast enough, you decide, as you throw yourself back against it with each time robin pounds into you. "i- god- harder- please" "anything for you doll" she pants as she picks up the pace of her thrusts. her hand is still in yours but she lets go to place it on your shoulder, while the other sits on your ass proudly. "yes, yes, yes" you whisper with each time the strap hits your g-spot. your eyes are rolling back in your head while you lay almost entirely flat and take it. your legs are shaking weakly underneath you, they're the last thing holding you up against her. you can't help yourself but wonder where robin finds the strength to fuck you at such a relentless pace without getting exhausted from it. her breathing might be slightly labored by now, but you know she will not stop until you cum. and with how good she is fucking you, you know it's only a matter of time until she will.

you reach between your weak legs with your own hands and start flicking your clit at a pace that matches the hard strokes of the strap, getting yourself closer and closer to your release. you can almost scream at the new friction but try to keep the volume at a low when robin speaks. "are you close? hm? tell me? are you close to cumming all over my strap?" "y-yeah- yeah i- so close" you whine when robin slows down her hips. "robin-" "ah" she hushes you. "what did you say again? remember?" your face grows hot with embarrassment. here we go again. "robin i really-" "tell me" she interrupts "tell me what you said...tell me what you were begging for..." she is rolling her hips awfully slow now, close to stopping entirely. "i was- god- fuck" you rock yourself against the plastic cock, fucking yourself in search of any kind of friction against your g-spot. "come on pretty girl" robin runs a hand to your hair, holding it in a makeshift ponytail "you know what i want...let me hear it..." "i- ugh fuck- i was asking you to fill me up" you speak quietly. "what did you say?"

"robin" you moan at one particular good stroke "fuck i- fill me up. please, please, please fuck- fill me up with your cum" you're far too fucked out to feel embarrassed nor to even notice what you have said. realization only comes when robin leans in, her front hovering just inches above your bare back. "do you want that?" she whispers right into your ear. your sweat-stained face is red with humiliation because she knows the answer as well as you do, though you did not think that was possible until she speaks again. "do you know what's so special about this new toy i got just for you sweet girl?" "what- oh fuck" you moan at the realization and robin chuckles. "yeah i thought so..." "robin..." your voice dies in your throat. you feel dizzy and turn to look at her over your shoulder. that is when you know she wants this too. that all the teasing of the past weeks has been so much more than just teasing. that was her way of testing the waters to see how far you're willing to go. and now here you are, with this opportunity. "just tell me one thing...." she coos "do you still want this?" "i- god-" you cover your face with your palms "y-yeah i do..." robin smiles proudly and leans back so that she is towering above you again. "then beg for it" you didn't think this could get any worse -or better- but here you are. her nails scratch down your back slightly, giving you the courage to continue. you make sure to put the sharpest dip you can muster in your back as you begin rocking yourself against her. you're going fast, faster than you have before, desperately chasing your release and the feeling robin's faux cum inside of you. "say it baby" she hums, her hands on your hips to guide you. "you want my cum? need my cum so badly you're fucking yourself on my cock like a desperate slut?" "yeah" you choke "please robin- please fuck me. please fill me up! please give it to me" robin, who has grown slightly impatient to finally try out the capacity of the new toy, finally breaks. you can't see what she is doing, but something she does triggers the toy to do what she can't do herself. she pushes you into the mattress when your own orgasm crashes over you, powerful and hard. you convulse around the strap and scream as you cum. robin bends over you and pumps into you while you feel the sensation of the strap's wet cum shooting inside you. she doesn't stop until you're a whimpering mess, your limbs spread out around you, flinching with the aftershocks of your orgasm. "fuck" you mumble into the sheets "fuck, fuck, fuck"

"shhh" robin hushes you sweetly. "turn around for me sweet girl" you groan but do as you're told, laying down on your back so that her strap slips out of you slowly. you're panting as you spread your legs and robin puts a palm on each of your knees as she slowly pulls out. you watch her as she watches your cunt in amazement. "holy shit" she breathes at the sight "i did fill you up" you can feel the hot, sticky cum flowing out slowly but robin brings her finger to your entrance and pushes it back inside in a way that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. still, you watch as she bites her lip and pushes her fingers into you a couple of times, drawing obscene squelching noises from your center. "shit- fuck- i love you so much" she mumbles. you smile at that, regardless of the pleasure that is building between your legs again after just a couple of thrusts of her fingers. "i love you too robin...fuck, come here" she nods her head and crawls up your body, your lips meeting halfway when you lean up to capture them. this is most definitely not how you thought this would go but...god you love it.

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golbrocklovely · 2 years

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not so alone // colby brock

A/N: this fic is clearly inspired by maddie and all the other ghosts that for some reason love colby lmao honestly this fic kinda makes me sad and happy at the same time. this fic is also gender neutral, like the last one. let me know what you think of it. enjoy ! :)

prompt: you've had many men pass through your bedroom doors, but they always tell you lies. but this one... might make you finally believe. || ghost!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: you're a ghost sex worker... so there's that, unwanted touching??, fluff and angst, kind of a happy ending

word count: 1190

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You had had many men come through your doors over the decades of all shapes and sizes. Even different clothing styles too (some of which didn't quite make sense to you). But you didn't discriminate, it wasn't in your line of work to do so. As long as the customer paid, they were allowed to have a good time.

But for some reason, and you don't know when it began, these men would come in and act like they owned the place. They would come in, boss you around, and tell you lies.

Tell you that you were dead.

Sure, you got shot in the heart by your ex-lover Harold, but by the grace of God, you survived it. You were happy to know he died when these men would say it to you, but... you weren't dead. You would know whether or not that was the case.

These "ghost hunters" (whatever that means) would come in and talk to you, tell you to light up a device they had or touch them. Of course, the few what they called “mediums” that actually paid attention to you, because for some reason everyone liked to pretend you weren't there and they were the only ones that could see you, would tell these hunters that the only way you would do anything for them is if they gave you money. You had plenty on your dresser, and people just kept leaving you more and more over the years. So, once they would put some cash down, then you would do what they ask. But only if you felt like it.

You weren't sure why this is what these hunters were into but... whatever floats their boat.

Then one day, these four young men came into the brothel. They were dressed oddly, but so were any recent folks that walked through your doors. But you didn’t care about that because their energy was different.

Especially the dark haired one. He was tall, handsome, and had beautiful blue eyes.

He had this... glow around him. Something you didn't see too often, if ever. It felt warm and safe, unlike a lot of other men's energies.

You watched as they spilt off, two going one way and two entering your room. The dark haired one laid down on your bed. You grimaced at his shoes being on your comforter, but quickly ignored it. They placed down these random gadgets around the room and started "recording".

"Are you here, Y/N? Would you like to come talk to us?"

You rolled your eyes, not moving from your seat. You picked at your nails as they asked more questions.

"Bro, wait. The tour guide said that they usually don’t respond unless money is placed on the dresser." The blonde one reminded them.

The dark haired one pulled out his wallet, and handed a $10 to the blonde one, who placed the money on the dresser.

"Is that good enough, Y/N? Is that what you were waiting for?" The dark haired one asked.

You walked over to the device they had been pointing at, tapping it softly. The light flashed and boys freaked out.

Wow, men these days are easily amused.

"Oh my god thank you Y/N! That means so much to us."

You talked back and forth with them for a while, but eventually the subject turned to your least favorite part: the lies.

Colby, which you had learned was the dark haired one, quietly asked. "Y/N.... do you know that you're dead?"

You didn't touch their device. You got off the bed and went back to your chair. You were so tired of being asked a question that wasn't true.

"I'm sorry that happened to you, Y/N. Your ex, Harold... he shouldn't have shot you. That was terrible. I'm sorry you suffered."

You looked over at him. His voice... it was so much more sincere than the other men that had come through and told you this lie. The way he said it... it almost made you believe him.

But you couldn't be dead.

"The tour guide was telling us that you haven't moved on, that that's what a lot of mediums have said. I hope you know that if you need help crossing over, we'll help you."

You shook your head, crossing your arms uncomfortably. You weren't dead. You just couldn't be.

They ended up leaving not too long afterwards, but you overheard them saying that Colby should stay the night in your room. You were happy about that, at the very least.

But this whole being dead thing... could it actually be true? You couldn't remember the last time you ate, or changed your clothes, or bathed even. But you never changed. Nothing about you ever aged. Time felt frozen, days blurred together. Thousands of people had passed through your brothel, and they all had told you the same thing.

You. Were. Dead.

Tears flowed down your face, and you felt like the world finally stopped moving. Oh God, you were dead. You died when Harold had shot you all those decades ago. No one was pretending you weren't around, they really couldn't see you. Or hear you.

You had never felt so alone in your whole life.

Colby came to your room again. You didn't know how much time had passed since you last saw him, but assumingly it wasn't that long. He awkwardly sat down on your bed, kicking his shoes off this time. He leaned back and glanced around.

"Y/N... are you still here? I hope you don't mind if I stay here tonight. I don't plan on recording anything, unless something major happens. I figure it might be better to just have a one-on-one conversation."

He asked random questions, and weirdly waited for responses from you. You hoped he could tell you were answering, but you weren't sure. He didn't seem like these mediums you had talked to before.

You leaned across the bed and lightly touched his arm, now noticing the tattoos on the right one. You felt the hair on his arm react to your touch, rising. He gasped, pulling away from you.

"Oh my god, did you just touch me?" He gasped, looking around the room hastily.

That was the first time a man had almost revolted from your touch. You scared him. Of course you scared him. You’re a ghost.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to react like that. I’m just surprised.” Colby apologized, his voice low.

You kept your distance the rest of the night, until he was finally asleep.

You figured this would be your last night here; you knew it was time to move on from this place. But you wanted one more night of normal. You slid into bed with Colby, resting your head against his chest softly. He didn't stir or move away from your touch this time. His hand rested against your back, pushing you closer. You felt at peace finally. It had been so long since someone had touched you back.

You looked up at his face, cupping his cheek softly.

For a moment, you didn't feel so alone.

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barkspawn · 4 months

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I love you're writing!!! Especially Elliott, you totally nail him! I would love the Valentine prompt 9: "I didn't mean to kiss you" one please! Have a great day!

Uh hey, let's pretend it didn't take me a year to get this done for you. Let's pretend it's for VD 2024. Playing pretend is fun. :')

i'm 7000% paranoid that I suck now so please tell me if I do so I know lmao thank you.

Parties were few and far between in Pelican Town. The only party in town that Amelia can compare to one of the parties she’d gone to in Zuzu would be when Abigail and Sam decided to play a drinking game to shake things up. So naturally, when Alex and Haley decided to throw (their version of) a rager, everyone was excited. Well, everyone who didn’t go to sleep before 10 p.m.

Amelia walked down the path toward town past the bus stop and took a deep breath. All she could hear was the soft crunch of the snow beneath her feet. She was just glad it wasn’t ice. She barely made it onto the cobblestone before she could hear the people at Haley and Emily’s place.

“Farmer!” Alex called from the side of the house, obviously already at the very least tipsy.

Oh boy. It's THAT kind of party.

“Hey Alex, everyone inside already?”

“Yeah,” he started, going to lean on the fence but startling himself when he was further than he thought. Naturally, he pretended it didn't happen. He continued, “They're in there tryin’ to figure out what game to play. Should go in and give your vote before you play something lame.”

“Thanks, Alex. I'll see you back inside,” she laughed, turning the corner and walking inside.

Holy stereotype.

There were solo cups everywhere. The lights were oddly dim and the music was just loud enough so you had to raise your voice for anyone to hear you.

“MEEEEEEEELS!” She heard Sam call from the other side of the room. Before she even turned in that direction, she felt herself lifted from the ground and hugged tightly.

“Down boy!” Abigail called from the direction Sam had run from. Amelia laughed as Sam put her down, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

“Hey, Sam.”

“Hey! Sorry. I'm just excited that you came! I thought you'd bail for sure,” he commented as they walked back over toward the small foldable table that they all seemed to be standing around.

“Ouch. I guess I deserve that. I have been bailing a lot” Amelia sighed, running her hand through her hair, “but I'm not here to mope about work. Where's the booze?”

“That's my girl!” Abigail chimed in, walking around to hug her. Amelia turned and gave Sebastian the obligatory half-hug that had sort of evolved into their usual greeting. She turned her head and spoke low enough for only him to hear.

“I just know you hate that this is a thing. You need an out, signal me and I'll make up a distraction so you can flee. Seriously, I'll do a keg stand or even break a vase.”

Sensation laughed aloud, shaking his head, “noted, Ames. Noted.”

Amelia chuckled and looked around the room. She saw Shane (who she noted was working on a Joja Cola) standing over by the kitchen with Emily. Clint stood awkwardly nearby with a beer, obviously trying to work up the courage to join the conversation. Penny wasn't there, but Amelia wasn't surprised by that. It wasn't really her scene and Sam would probably leave early to go and see her. Maru seemed to be poking fun at Harvey, who just kept talking, oblivious to Maru’s teasing. Finally, she spotted Leah in the corner, telling a very animated story to Elliott, who chuckled along. Leah must be a little far gone too.

“Uh, are you going to take this or am I going to have to drink it for you?” Abigail asked, snapping her out of her daze. She offered a sheepish smile and took the cup.

“No, no. Sorry. Spaced out for a moment.”

“Staring at the Great Value Fabio again?” Abigail asked, her eyebrows arched as she sipped her drink. Sebastian laughed at the remark and then again when he saw how red Amelia’s face had grown.

After a moment, Amelia huffed, “I was looking all over the house, thank you,” she paused, “and be nice! I feel like you guys would like him once everyone opens up.”

“I don't know. He just gives off a 'pretentious’ vibe. Plus, new people are exhausting,” Sebastian added.

Before she could respond, Haley was calling out to everyone.

“Okay! We've narrowed it down to…” she took a moment to look at the notes on her phone, “suck and blow,” Amelia heard Sebastian chuckle as he leaned over to whisper to Abigail, who stifled a laugh as Haley continued, “truth or dare, never have I ever, or… some game where you stab cherries.”

There was a pause until Shane spoke up, “I'm sorry… did you say stab cherries?”

A few people laughed and Haley rolled her eyes, “partner one gets cherry from the bowl with no hands and goes to partner two, who has a toothpick in their mouth. Stab cherry, switch spaces, first to four wins. Drop anything, kiss.”

“Right… yeah, I totally knew that.”

After a few seconds of murmuring, Leah spoke up, “Why don't we just play spin the bottle if you're trying to make it about kissing? A peck is innocent enough and if you're not comfortable, go for the cheek. Easy.”

There were a few who agreed. Frankly, Amelia figured that Spin the Bottle would be best anyway—no pressure, no cheating, no clothes coming off.

The chance to kiss him.

Amelia took a sip of her drink, nearly choking immediately, gaining the attention of half of the room. Some looked worried while others looked amused. Amelia waved them off, “Sorry, sorry. Spin the Bottle has my vote.”

Amelia turned to Abigail, quietly scolding, “For Yoba’s sake, Abby, how much vodka did you put in here?”

Abigail, obviously hiding a smirk, tried to look confused and innocent, “Wait, you wanted to mix it with something? That's just the peach vodka.”

Amelia just sighed and nodded after a second, “alright. I mean, you've got me there.”

They laughed as the night went on, everyone taking time to settle in and drink for a bit so everyone builds up at least a buzz. Finishing her red solo cup of vodka, Amelia stepped into the kitchen. It was loud and warm out in the main area. She fixed herself a glass of water before walking out and leaning against the wall.

After a moment, Elliott walked over wearing her absolute favorite smile. She couldn't help but feel more comfortable. As she thought, it occurred to her that he had said something.

“I'm sorry?” She called over the music, leaning her ear toward him. Understanding, he leaned closer to speak more in her ear.

“Hello! Sorry, it is rather loud. I have to say, I'm excited to see you here. It seems a lot of us were happily surprised.”

She felt him give her arm a gentle squeeze. She undoubtedly was blushing but she'd been drinking too, so that didn't help at all.

“So I've heard. It turns out you're actually supposed to take a break from the hard labor you do daily,” she responded, her cheek beside his as she spoke. He pulled back briefly to mimic shock before leaning back in to speak. After a second, she added, “Wait, are you even drinking? I haven't seen you with a cup this whole party.”

Elliott seemed amused, leaning in with a coy smile, “You've been keeping tabs on me tonight?”

Amelia felt her cheeks grow warmer. Again, she thanked the alcohol for being her excuse.

“No! I just meant whenever I see you. Like… when I look around?” She paused, “Shut up.”

Elliott laughed and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, “You never fail to surprise me, Amelia. And yes, I have been drinking. Quite a bit if I'm being honest.”

Before she could respond, Leah came and snatched Elliott by the arm, “Hiya Amelia! Gotta steal El for a minute! Sorry!”

As she dragged him away, nearly making him stumble, he pointed with his other hand and shouted, “We'll finish our conversation shortly! Don't leave!”

Well, there goes that idea.

She was getting tired, but she could make it. She finished off drink three: a much less strong vodka soda. She tossed the cup in the back trash bag and headed toward the front door, deciding now was a good time for some air.

It had gotten colder out, but it was a welcome change from the muggy feeling inside. She leaned against the tree just across the path and rested her head back, taking a deep breath. She was definitely a little more than tipsy, but in no way was she drunk.

“You good, Oats?”

She startled a bit, looking over to see Shane, his hands in his pockets and his hood over his head.

“Yeah! Yeah, I'm good. Just needed some air. Are you headed home?”

“Yeah…” Shane started, his hand moving to scratch his chin, “I'm not really one for kissing people just for the sake of kissing. Plus, half of them are practically babies.”

Amelia laughed, turning so her shoulder rested against the tree, “hey now, maybe it's just that you're a grouchy old man who cares for nothing but his daughter and chickens,” she teased, earning a genuine laugh from him. It wasn't easy to do.

“Fuck off,” he laughed, giving her a look, “that old grumpy bastard is gone,” he half-joked, “I'm pretty sure today makes it a whole season without the stuff.”

“Shane, that's incredible. I'm so proud of you,” Amelia smiled, tilting her head to the side. Usually, she'd hug him, but she knew she reeked of vodka.

Shane seemed to consider for a moment before laughing again, “I can't say why, but for some reason, that means a lot. Thanks, Oats. You should go back in. Kiss literally everyone. That's what that game is right?”

Amelia rolled her eyes, "well, who knows? Kids these days and their crazy new rules."

Shane chuckled and turned, walking backward and pointed at her, calling back, “Oh, and watch out for Clint. I heard he gets a little attached!”

“Be nice!” She laughed and shook her head, “See ya. I'll fill you in on all of the.. juicy gossip when I see you again.”

He gave her a thumbs up and turned, walking back toward the dark path that led to the ranch. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Elliott walk away from the noise. She couldn't make out what he was saying, but he went from concerned to surprised and then to overjoyed in a few seconds. She couldn't help but smile, watching as he ran a hand back through his hair, an excited laugh escaping into the night.

She was ready to call out and get his attention, but she had caught his eye and he was jogging over, not stopping until he captured her in a tight hug.

“Amelia! You'll never believe the news. My book is being published! And I couldn't have done it without you!”

He was rambling excitedly (and a little drunk if they're being honest) before he pulled back and put a hand on either side of her head, keeping her gaze.

“Really! I'm going to dedicate the book to you! I can't thank you enough,” he went on. She had never seen him so excited. Before she could give any response, he kissed her.

It wasn't aggressive, although it wasn't tender or gentle either. It was just a simple kiss. Yet, Amelia felt sparks move through her nerves seemingly all at once. In a split second, it was over. They stood staring at one another, his hands still resting on her face. She held a look of surprise while he looked shell-shocked and mortified. He realized that his hands remained and pulled them back. She could see him scrambling, digging through his thoughts.

“I… well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean… to kiss you. I got overly excited and that was-”

“You didn't mean it?” She interjected, not even quite sure where she was going with this. The interjection threw Elliott off. He hesitated for a moment.

“Oh, no. No no no, that was just my excitement. That's all.”

“Oh, well, that's kind of a shame…” she started, every alarm bell in her head screaming for her to shut her mouth. However, the influence of the vodka was a bit stronger, “I thought it was a good kiss.”

Elliott just watched her for a moment, opening and closing his mouth twice before finally speaking, “You… enjoyed it?”

Quit now! Before you make it weirder!

“I did, yeah. I've kind of wondered what that'd be like. Now I know.”

There was another pause before Elliott spoke, his words chosen very carefully, “Well, that's a horrible kiss to show what it'd be like.”

She had hardly noticed that they were still standing relatively close. He moved one of his hands to touch her face once more, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

“I could give you a better... example. I really would rather show you a kiss more worthy,” he spoke softly, not even trying to hide how he looked down at her lips once more, “if that would be acceptable?”

She couldn't even figure out how to breathe for a second before his lips met hers again. This time, it was soft, and gentle, and made her feel almost like she was flying. It also lasted longer; and though it held passion, it wasn't needy or even animalistic like making out usually felt (at least when drunk). If anything it was more sensual. Still, they parted far too soon for Amelia’s liking.

After a moment, Elliott spoke, “So, I'm much more comfortable with you using that as a suitable frame of… reference. Well, for an intentional first kiss.”

He was very obviously nervous. She took his hand, giving it a light squeeze, “that implies that there are other frames of reference I don't have,” she offered a playful smirk, knowing how strong she was coming on. Thankfully, Elliott laughed.

“Well, there are multiple kinds of kisses, Amelia.”

“To be honest… that sounds like a lot more fun than being at the mercy of a bottle and kissing other random drunk people. We could always bail…?” She offered, trying not to sound like she only wanted to go make out or something more nefarious. Still, he arched an eyebrow, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Are you trying to take me home, Ms. Amelia?” He teased, knowing she'd get flustered… which she did.

“Oh, Yoba. No! I just… you know… I think spending the rest of our evening kissing sounds so much more appealing than that…”

Elliott laughed and offered his arm, “Oh, but of course. Let me take you home. I'll make a fire and we can just relax and,” he couldn't help but chuckle, “kiss. Which, mind you, I wouldn't mind doing either.”

They started walking down toward the beach path. As they crossed the bridge, she spoke up again, “This is probably obvious, but I'm going to put it out there verbally that I like you. Like… a lot.”

Elliott stopped and gave her the same look as earlier that feigned shock. She laughed and he chuckled, moving his arm around her shoulder.

“This may come as a shock,” he started, “but I do like you a lot as well. I don't just give reference kisses to just anyone.”

She gave him a shocked look not unlike the one he gave her earlier that evening. He gave her a light squeeze and kissed the side of her head as they walked toward his place.

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 2 years

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Can I please ask for Riven and specialist reader? Reader always chatt with Sky and Riven is kinda "jealous", because he always try to talk with reader but he get nervous aroud her and makes everything sexual, so she mostly walks away, and one day Sky is like "dude, just talk with her, she's cool and super smart, but still thinks u are cute, so mayby just smart. Don't fuck this up" and when they finally talk she makes some coment like he used to and he is like damn i l am in love

lmao- well I can try

after finishing, um.... yeah no. very sorry anon! like I'm still gonna post this but uh. it's shit so just warning ya. starts good tho!

"You're staring", Sky said, leaning on the railing next to Riven with his elbows and his back, raising his eyebrows as he stared straight ahead, even when Riven snapped out of his trance and whipped around to look at him.

"I was thinking", he hissed, his eyes already darting back down to the hallway he was looking at from above.

"And it just so happened that she was who you were looking at while doing so", Sky mocked in a serious tone, though barely concealing his grin.

Riven's jaw clenched, but he said nothing more, only rested his forearms back on the railing. Sky turned around as well - Riven was indeed staring at you again.

"If you just asked her out like a normal person-", Sky started, but Riven interrupted him with a scoff.

"You're her 'best friend', you see her leaving the room when I come in", he argued, watching you laugh down in the hallway with the rest of the guys at your table. There were Bloom and Stella and the other girls from your dorm, and Sam and Grey, so the usual people you hung out with.

"If you acted less crazy around her", Sky shrugged, "maybe-"

"Just fucking shut up", Riven got out through gritted teeth, running a hand over his face.

"Just talk to her like a normal human being", Sky muttered under his breath, laughing. Riven was just about to respond, but stopped suddenly.

"Talk to who?", you asked with a grin, raising your eyebrows as you joined the boys. Riven had seen you walk up the stairs, but hadn't realised you were walking them up to get to Sky. Though, sure, it shouldn't have surprised him. The two of you were annoyingly inseparable.

Sky only raised his eyebrows, making you chuckle.

"Oh", you said. "Me."

Riven, once again today, just opened and closed his mouth. He always had something to say. Why the fuck not now?

"Understandable", you mused, pretending to think and brushing a hand through your hair. "I am pretty hot, hm?"

Riven, this time, was the one to raise his eyebrows. He'd never heard you talk like this. His lips twisted upwards all by themselves.

"Hotter than the sun", he grinned, tilting his head to the side.

"Talking about yourself like that?", you asked, trying to hide a smile. "That's not very polite."

Riven swallowed. He was laughing, yes, sure, praying to all gods he didn't believe in that you didn't see his eyes widening. Or feel his heart racing. You couldn't. No. But you could probably tell just from how he was looking. Sky definitely could. He was poorly concealing his laugh. Riven swore to himself he'd kill him when they were back in the dorms later.

"Well you're in a good mood today", Sky noted. You raised your chin at him and stuck your tongue out.

"I might've just got really good news", you grinned. "But!", you added, before either of them could open their mouth to ask. "I'm not telling. Riven looks like he can't stomach this anymore anyway."

#x reader #fate series #winx #fate winx saga #winx riven x reader #winx riven #riven winx #fate riven #riven x reader #sky winx #sky x reader #sky x reader winx

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BLCD Review: Tsunaida Koi no Kanaekata

Title: Tsunaida Koi no Kanaekata (繋いだ恋の叶え方)

Release Date: 2021/08/25

Shop: CD + Manga

Author/Artist: Yoshio Akira

Cast:

Shingaki Tarusuke x Eguchi Takuya

Nakajima Yoshiki

Oi Marie

Synopsis: The bane of my existence. Adaptation of the second installment of the same name.

Review Proper

When I was dying of an ear infection back in December, I had the most vivid dream of Morpheus from The Sandman sitting at the foot of my bed telling me that my life was one of his tools that he needed back. In exchange for my life, Morpheus promised me he would go back in time to stop me from making a mistake that I wished I hadn't done.

I chose working on this fucking thing.

Don't get me wrong, Tsunaida had the best plot out of the series and all of Yoshio Akira's works. I'd even go as far as saying it's one of the best releases of its time—it was nominated for Best Series in the 2021 chilchil awards for a reason (it was robbed, I tell you). It's just my life has gone downhill since I picked this up. HAHAHAHAHA Not to mention, older Chesk was bad and cringe. I'm sorry for arguing with you over this series, Kimmy. It wasn't worth it.

This series is still ongoing, only god knows why. I got so sick of it to the point that I started hating Yoshio Akira and forgetting all about the plot, so I didn't expect myself to cry during the climax HAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK WHY WAS THIS STILL SO GOOD???? I'M ANNOYED I still hate it tho

I forgot just how painful this was. I'm at this point in my life where if that would happen to me, I would just LEAVE.

Anyway, onto the topic of the BLCD...

I didn't think it was going to be possible, but Shingaki really changed his Hara-san tone!!! Thank god! This is it! This was exactly the tone I envisioned his Hara-san would be in! I'm not sure if it's 'cause everyone from the producers (except the director) and the sound team was changed, but Tsunaida and Kanawanu are worlds apart. I usually dislike inconsistencies in series with multiple installments, but I'll let this slide. Let's all just pretend that Kanawanu doesn't exist.😌

Egu also went a pitch higher in this. It's still far from what I wanted for Kaoru, but he was able to make the role his own. I'm not sure if it's because of the change in the mixing, but Egu finally sounds like he was recording with everyone here. I said in my review for Kanawanu that he wasn't syncing with his own brother, Kakeru, and it turns out that Egu actually was voicing Kakeru too lmao. How can you not sync with yourself, man? But that just means that the mixing for Kanawanu was that bad. I haven't listened to Tabete mo Oishikuarimasen yet, but I feel like Egu and Shingaki should've been nominated for Tsunaida. I mean, Shingaki is a queen as Yashiro and his nomination is deserved, but let's all put those older series to rest now. 😂

I also missed Nakajiki as Keiji-san!!! He promised to bring Hiro along next time, so if I'm not hearing Saitou Souma in Musunda, I will riot! No, I didn't check the cast list.

The BLCD is pretty accurate to the manga, save for that extra bathroom sex in Track 2. It's quite long, but there isn't any complex dialogue, so I suggest just closing your eyes and absorbing the bathroom bambo. 😌 I actually wished it was longer toward the ending chapter because I felt that it was rushed in the manga, but alas. I've read Renta's license, and it's accurate as well. In conclusion, get this if you like the series. 100% recommend!

#tsunaida koi no kanaekata #yoshio akira #brilliant prin #shingaki tarusuke #eguchi takuya #nakajima yoshiki

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okay hear me out-

wednesday x gn reader (platonic) where reader has a really shitty family, either negligence, abuse, or both, and wednesday figures it out after the reader is just gone for the entire parents weekend

wednesday says she doesn’t care, that they’re just hiding out, whatever- but she knows and after a good semester of becoming even closer to the reader, during winter break she invites them to stay at her place, knowing that the reader would’ve either snuck into nevermore or found some shitty motel hours away (and wednesday is too protective for that lmao)

you can end it there or continue with the addam’s family taking in the reader with little to no questions because they’re respectful to the people, the culture, even the weird pets and food they have

A/n- hey, i absolutely love this request, I might have changed a few details but overall it’s the same. I hope you enjoy this <3 Also I might make a part two since it just love the idea so much

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You rushed into your dorm, plopping on your bed and screamed into your pillow. You turned on your back and sniffled, the one weekend you dreaded most was finally upon you. Parents weekend.

When your shitty parents sent you to Nevermore it was the best thing that ever happened to you. You hated them. They did everything to make your life a living hell, from hitting you to making comments about the ways you looked. They did everything to make sure that you hated them.

They sent you to this school cause they thought that you were too much for them, especially after you started to stand up for yourself and not take their comments anymore. Even though you did hate them, there was still a part of you that yearned for a family, someone who would take you in and love you the way that you were supposed to be from the start.

You heard the door open and sat up to see Wednesday, she put her coat on the back of her chair and shifted her eyes to see your tear stained face.

"What happened?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she sat on her neatly made bed.

"Its nothing, um just some cat video'' You said waving her off as you turned away from her in your bed, taking out your phone to pretend to scroll through it.

You didn't know why you would lie to her, she was your best friend, but you didn't want to involve her with your problems. It wasn't that big of deal right? you thought to yourself as you gently rocked yourself to sleep.

Wednesday sighed before cuddling up in her bed, her eyes wide open as she thought of your previous expression. She recalled the time when she first saw you.

She pushed a spare strand of hair from in front of her face, her eyes shifting as she intently focused on her typewriter. When she heard a knock at the door, she sighed. Dusting off her hands as she got up from her chair and opened the door to reveal a smiling Ms. Thornhill with a strange girl behind her, she was wearing bandages on her face and a big sweater that hid half of her body.

"Hey Wednesday, this is your new roommate'' She said motioning to the strange girl who had her head down.

''I thought I clearly informed Principal Weems that I don't want a roommate'' Wednesday stated glaring at bubbly teacher in front of her.

"Yes, I'm sorry Wednesday, but you're the only one in the dorm without a roommate." Ms. Thornhill smiled before letting herself and the girl in. Wednesday rolled her eyes as she closed the door behind them.

"So Y/n this is Wednesday, she might be a little imitating...but she won't bite'' She said smiling at the two girls

"Who said I wouldn't?" Wednesday threatened, Ms. Thornhill's eyes widened before she awkwardly chuckled.

You thought about her joke and snickered, your mood immediately lightening.

"I'm Y/n L/n, its nice to meet you'' You said giving her a small smile before lifting your hand up for her to shake.

Wednesday cautiously looked you and down before looking to your hand, you wrist was full of purple bruises that matched the ones of your neck. And for that moment Wednesday truly felt sorry for someone in her cold black heart.

"Wednesday Addams, I hope we'll get along." She nodded as she firmly shock your hand.

"Well, looks like you guys are going to get along. Um, remember that I'm right down the hall if you need anything" Ms. Thornhill smiled before waving goodbye and leaving the room.

From that day Wednesday suspected that you probably had something going on at home, but she didn't mind. Even though other students left you for being a bit weird, she didn't mind. You and her became best friends from that point on.

That's why she felt sad for you as soon as she remembered the weekend that would fall the next day, she wished she could comfort you but she knew that it was wrong for her to ask you if you didn't feel comfortable. She sighed before closing her eyes and falling into a dreamless sleep.

When you woke up you felt horrible, you never wanted to get out of bed. You wanted to just rot, but you know that the teachers would give you shit if you didn't get up. So you did exactly that, you quickly got into your uniform and sat your desk boreally as you waited for the dreaded time of which you were forced to make your way to the courtyard to see all of the parents.

"You ready for this?" You asked Wednesday as you saw her put her black tie on.

"Of course not, my parents have been spying on me ever since I got here'' She scoffed as she tidied up and grabbed her suit jacket, quickly slipping it on as she reached her hand out for you.

"I think that's kind of sweet'' You chuckled as you grabbed her hand and got up, following her out to the courtyard.

You wished you had the problem of your parents being so worried that they would spy on you, but instead your parents would rather send you to a school where they wouldn't have to see you for a year.

When you heard Principal Weems make the announcement to the start of the weekend your throat went dry. Your knuckles turning white as you looked around to the smiling faces of students who ran happily into their parents and families arms.

Wednesday was about to say something before she got dragged off by what you only could assumed was her parents. You gulped before breathing heavily, trying to calm yourself down before you couldn't handle it.

You felt tears form into yours as the longer you stuck around you got sadder and remembered the trauma you had to endure from your family. You clenched your hands before turning and running into a secluded area, you sighed as you crouched down and kept you head down.

You closed your eyes, trying to think of anything else as you put your head against the wall. You picked up you sleeve to see the scars on your wrists. The marks of bruises still there from your parents, you hugged your body close as you thought of the things that had happened to you.

As much as you hated your family, you did for some reason wish they were here for you. Everyone else had their parents, even Enid whose parents also disliked her. They still showed, but your parents who wished to making your life a living hell at any chance didn't come.

You looked over to Wednesday as she rolled her eyes at her brother, but you knew that she was having at least a little bit of fun, you always saw how she looked at the pictures of her parents. As much as she said she hated them, you knew that she loved them deeply. Wednesday sighed as she tried to deal with her brothers clingy'ness

"I missed you Wednesday'' He said as she hugged her side tightly

"Stop being so weak Pugsley'' She rolled her eyes as she pushed him off of her.

"So Wednesday, make any new friends?" Morticia asked, her hand moving to her daughters arm.

"Perhaps someone who warms your heart?" Gomez asked flourishing his hands, as they walked out of the courtyard.

"I suppose so." She said blankly before looking around the courtyard to not find you anywhere

"Oh goody! Perhaps we could met this friend of yours?" Morticia said practically jumping up and down as she held her daughter close

"What's their name??" Gomez exclaimed

"Y/n...give me a moment." She muttered to her parents before she walked away leaving them standing, they brushed it off knowing that Wednesday was prone to occasionally disappearing for whatever reasons she had.

Wednesday looked around, going through every corner as she tried to find you, usually she would've just left you alone but she just had a feeling in her gut that she had to find you.

"Enid, do you know where Y/n is?" She asked the colorful haired girl who was behind a pillar, presumably hiding from her parents.

"No clue, I haven't seen her all day...please help me'' She begged a frown present on her face

"You're on your own'' Wednesday said, evoking a whimper from the wolf behind her.

She turned the corner and there you sat, you had your head laying agains the wall as you your hair covered your face messily, makeup running down your cheeks as you tried to wipe your tears away.

She sighed before siting down in front of you and pulling you into a hug. You were surprised when you felt someone hugging you, but your body quickly untensed after smelling a familiar scent of black dahlia's and blackberries.

She held you tightly and you cried into her arms, you felt at peace with her like never before. You knew that she didn't know the exact reason as to why you were upset but even without that knowledge she still hugged you and kept you safe.

After that day you and Wednesday somehow became even closer than before, she was the greatest friend you've ever had in your life and would go anywhere with her, didn't matter the time or place, and she would do the same for you. Despite the differences in your personalities, you still got along amazingly.

When you got outside of your classroom you shivered from the cold, even your 3 layers of coats couldn't save you from the strong wind outside.

"It so cold, I think i'm going to die'' You managed to get out as you hugged your body close.

"It's snowing..." Wednesday said as she put her hand out and a few piece of snow landed in her palm

"How are you not freezing?!" You exclaimed, frightened by the sight of her with her usual uniform on with no jacket.

"I enjoy the cold" She said blankly as she walked towards your dorm, you rolled your eyes and quickly followed her. When you got in you immediately plopped on your bed, taking off all the covers and laying them on top of yourself.

You sighed as you looked over to Wednesday who was busy packing up her clothing into a gothic suitcase. Wednesday looked at your sad form and suddenly felt bad

"Where are you going for break?" She asked as she folded a shirt into her luggage

"Oh gosh...who knows? I'm probably going to just go to a hotel..." You said laying back in your bed.

"By yourself...?" Wednesday asked her eyebrows furrowed, she didn't want you to stay in such an unfamiliar place by yourself, and you were far to young to be doing such things.

"mhm" You replied back, as you warmed up your hands in your blanket.

"Come stay with me and my family" She said blankly

"I could n-" You said, you couldn't stay with her, you felt like such a nuisance

"If you say no, I will kill you myself'' She said as she stared at you intently

"okay." You said quickly shutting up at her threat.

When you arrived to her house, you didn't know what to expect. She was full of surprises and her house definitely showed her gothic side. It was first of all humongous and blacker than any color you've seen on a painting.

"Your house is beautiful'' You said your eyes widened as you got out of the car.

"Mother has a certain taste for interior...and exterior design.'' She replied blankly while giving her luggage to the zombie like man, Lurch was his name, that you had met just minutes before.

"Don't worry about your bags, Lurch has it" She said rubbing her hands before opening the door to the huge house, you followed behind her.

With the creek of the door you were suddenly met with the family of Wednesday, there was tall women who had long black hair and beautiful black dress that showed the curves in her hips and waist quickly smiled and usher you inside.

"Oh it is so good to finally meet you'' She exclaimed as she grabbed your hands and pulled you closer in the group of who you could assume would be Wednesday's father, brother, and of course thing.

"Don't crowd her mother'' Wednesday rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms

"Ah Wednesday, its nice for you to be home'' Her father said as he pulled her into a hug, that was surely one-sided

"Anyways, this is my family. My mother Morticia, Gomez, and then my little brother Pugsley.'' She said shaking off her father before walking away.

"You have an amazing house Mrs. Addams'' You said formal as you stared in awe at all the gothic styles taking place

"Thank you, also you could just call me Morticia'' She said rubbing your shoulder and smiling.

"It's very nice that Wednesday has made a friend, so tell me how has she been'' Gomez asked.

"She's been good, she's been an amazing friend to me'' You said, quietly remembering how much of a comfort she had been to you all school year.

"Ah, just as we raised our little bat to be'' He replied holding his heart as he looked off to who knows where. Silence hit the room, but it was strangely comforting.

"Come on, let us go to the common room'' Morticia said as she shooed everyone into a darkly lit room that had black couches and skull decorations.

"So tell my darling, what is your name?" She asked as she sat down, bringing her husband down to the couch with her.

"Y/n L/n" You replied, realizing you had yet to introduce yourself truly.

"So do you have any family?" Gomez asked as he held his wives hand in his.

"Oh um....well'' you said as you slipped onto the comfy couch, Wednesday resided next to you, you didn't notice but Wednesday gave her parents a death glare as soon as they asked the question.

"Well, that doesn't matter, lets just enjoy our time... right Gomez?" Morticia said clearing her throat as she took the hint from daughter.

"Of course'' He replied back, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Wednesday, why don't you take your friend to your room.. of course Pugsely should go too'' Gomez said as he motioned towards the three of you.

"Okay, don't do anything stupid Pugsley'' She said as she got up and held her hand out for you, which you quickly grabbed, Pugsley following close behind.

You were about to the leave the room before you felt a tap on your shoulder, you looked back to see Gomez and Morticia standing there.

"Sorry of my question made you uncomfortable honey" Gomez apologized as he rubbed your shoulder.

"It's alright, you didn't know'' You replied a weak smile on your face

"Oh...also just know we're here whenever, if you need to talk..." Morticia said giving you a comforting smile

"Thank you..'' You said almost tearing up, before you pulled both of them in a hug. They quickly hugged you back and held you close, their warm bodies immediately making you feel calm.

For the first time in your life you felt like you had a family, even if they were your best friends family. It was still nice to know that you could count on other people, especially with all the abuse you had to endure when you were in your family home.

It was different here, and you loved it more than anything in the world. You were so glad for your best friend and her family.

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