#smut with a bit of angst and fluff

[sorryimananti-romantic]

so i js finished re-reading biker!san with a friend n we NEED to know if san plays w reader or not

could you give a brief summarisation of how their story ends (or possibly a pt.2 👀)?

ahaha i read it again and i don't think i can do a full oneshot but what about a scenario? 👀

badboybiker!san x photographer!reader: (pt 1 here)

[recap: you're a photographer trying to get a shot of the golden hour for a little competition when a stranger offers to help you in any way he can. since he's a biker, you think his silhouette would make for a perfect shot and you ask him to model for you. you promise to treat him if you win some prize and he accepts on the condition that he let you take around on his bike. when he tells you his name- choi san- you recognise him as the 'bad boy' of the neighbourhood. even knowing that you should avoid him, you can't resist his charms and get familiar with him thru texts. you take him to the dinner and he gives you a ride home and when you mention that you would like to take a shot of the river next time, he asks if he can tag along- as an 'assistant'. you smile in answer]

one thing about choi san is that he knows how to get his way.

in the past few weeks, you learned a few facts about him- that his bike is his baby and no one can touch it without his permission, that only a selected few get to ride on it (which makes you wonder how you got into that list so quickly) and that he is a very fun person to be around. he has manners, he definitely knows how to treat a woman and he might be a little too good at it.

what you also learned from your friends was that he was the notorious playboy of the town, rumoured to have broken the hearts of many and having a repute for getting into fights, being involved with the wrong company and whatnot. you told yourself that these are just 'rumours' because what you heard is very different from what you've seen firsthand.

though... he is a flirt, whether intentional or not. you've convinced yourself that you wouldn't become another woman on his list if he is that sort of a person, that it is possible for the two of you to be 'just friends', however loose the definition might be.

because if you were just friends, you wouldn't be getting excited whenever you heard the buzzing of your phone around midnight. if you were just friends, you wouldn't feel disappointed to see someone else texted you or you wouldn't be disappointed if he didn't reply within a few hours. if you were just friends, your heart wouldn't skip a beat every time you saw that beautifully sculpted face of his with those dark tendrils of hair falling on his forehead, messed up from his helmet. you wouldn't be shy when you wrapped your arms around his toned, strong waist when on the bike or when you grabbed his muscular arms, realising just how broad he was. you wouldn't want him to continue teasing you, smiling at you, tucking your hair back so casually or leaning in to whisper things in your ears with that goddamned smile of his- even when the two of you were alone.

the thing was... that he caught your eye and now you couldn't get him out of your head. he claimed to be obsessed with you these days because you were funny and made him laugh like no one else, because you were natural and didn't feel like you were putting up a fake persona in his presence, because he could always talk about anything that weighed on his mind without any judgement. you told him you'd heard things about him and he asked you if you believed them.

"if there was any truth to it, you wouldn't be a completely different person from what i've heard."

but he was. and he felt so fucking guilty about hiding it from you. when you spotted a bruised lip and a cut on his cheekbone, you attended to him without questions. you believed him when he lied and told you that he had a little fall from his bike (he had a fight, actually) and he let you scold him for not being careful. when you worriedly scanned his body for other signs of injuries, he let your hands travel all over his body. and when he held your wrists to stop you because he couldn't take it anymore, he convinced himself that it really wasn't different with you, that he really only wanted to ruin you because he was so tempted by your naivety, that you would soon be one of the women he had played with. he kissed your wrist while repeating that mantra, watching your lips part in surprise.

that night, he tried to reason with himself. you were too good a person to lose by his foolish antics. you were a keeper, you were precious and if he made a foolish mistake, he would forever regret it.

that doesn't stop him from treading on dangerous lines. and he could blame you for initiating it, blame you for kissing him first and involving yourself with him when the phone in his pocket was still buzzing with texts he never responded to, with the number of people that either wanted to fuck him up or fuck him.

and you... you would blame yourself too. because how could you hold back? how could you not give in and simply kiss the boy who sat on the riverside beside you, talking with you as if you both had nowhere else to be? how could you not hold his handsome face and kiss his plump lips when he told you how much you meant to him and how he was afraid that he would make a mistake?

if he was afraid of making a mistake, then you would in his stead. all you wanted was to be with him, to not be held back by the rumours or the warnings of your friends, to listen to your heart for once, no matter how foolish that may be. so when he looked at you with those eyes, looking like a stray cat that just needed a little love, someone who would tend to him... all the hesitation left your body as you held his face and kissed his lips, the sound of the river and the wind soothing your nerves. he didn't kiss you back. you drew away- had you really made an irreversible mistake-

"you don't know what you're getting yourself into."

that voice. that voice that you only heard when he talked about himself- his warning voice.

"why don't you show me then? what am i getting into?"

and that was the final push for san- his vision almost blackened for a second as desire crept through every nerve in his body and he crashed his lips on yours, earning a surprised groan from you. soon, you were kissing him back and moulding your body to his, letting your arms snake around his neck while his hands traced every part of your body, determined to not leave a single place untouched. the way he kissed was all-consuming- rushed, desperate, passionate and needy. when you broke contact for air, he started littering kisses all over your face, trailing from your jaw to your neck-

"san- sannie. we have all the time in the world."

that prompted him to pause- and perhaps, you shouldn't have stopped him when his lips were attached to your neck because he simply switched his speed, gently kissing and sucking into the crevice of your neck, making you arch your back. he held your body flush to his, gripping your thigh and shifting you so that you were almost in his lap, all the while continuing with his administrations. you took that chance to let your hands creep up his neck, hold him and caress his hair- those soft hair you always wanted to touch. you kissed his temple while he continued to kiss your neck, only drawing away when he was satisfied, grinning at the sight of the bruising spot.

you, however, didn't feel like grinning back, not when you were too absorbed in the overwhelming feeling of your heightened senses. not when your stomach flipped uncontrollably. not when your hands, off their own accord, traced his toned chest, sliding down to his stomach to hold his waist and look at him.

"i want you."

san felt his heart sink- what had he done-

"i want you. all of you. not just your kisses and your body, but your heart, choi san. i want your heart."

did he think that he would ruin you? yes.

but did he, for a short second, perhaps a moment of enlightenment, think that you would ruin him?

absolutely. and he should have known better than to kiss you in answer.

he should have known better than to take you home that night.

he should have known better than to accept your invitation inside your house because no one was home.

he should have known better than to accept everything you offered him in the spur of the moment.

and he should have known better because once he got a taste of you... he couldn't stop.

[spikedhe4rt]

can you please do a johnny smut with the reader giving johnny a hj and they keep edging him and he's really whiny and whimpers a lot? sorry if this is too specific! thank you

Sub!Johnny x Reader Smut

Word Count: 1221

I climbed on top on Johnny, situating myself. I kiss him, enveloping his soft and plump lips. He placed his hands tightly on my hips. "Fuck!" Johnny whimpered. I let out a giggle at his desperation. "Such a pathetic baby." I ran a teasing hand down his chest, my hand slipping under his shirt. He moaned as he felt my warm on his belly. "Please, take it off!" he squeaked out.

I smiled down at him, ready to give him a order. "Sit up. Now" He immediately sat up and followed my directions. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his chest that was already covered in hickeys from yesterday. "Stand up for me!" He lifted himself from the bed slowly. "I love you so much, Johnny. You know that, right?"

He nodded with a whimper. I leaned into his warm body to kiss him deeply. My hands slit down to the button on his jeans, unfastening them quickly. Johnny groaned into the kiss, and brought a hand to my breasts. I pushed Johnny away from the kiss. "Take it off for me" He kicked his pants and underwear quickly, revealing his hard cock.

Johnny's cock was releasing beads of pre-cum by the second and rock hard. His cock was pulsing with need and reddish at the tip. It was begging for release and stimulation. He didn't know what was to come. Johnny the sat down on the bed, watching me as I was about to strip for him.

My hands slowly went down to the bottom of my tank top, lifting it teasingly over my head. My pink lacey bra with a pink bow in the middle to match was on display for him. Only for him. His dick twitched as he waited for me to lose my shorts next. "You're so pretty" he said to me. I smiled at him before pulling down my shorts, stepping out of them after.

I walked over to the bed and straddled Johnny, my clothed pussy rubbing against his naked cock slightly. I scooted back a little, adding more space between us. My lips found there way to his neck, peppering kisses on his neck. I bit down on the sensitive part on his neck then soothing it with my warm tongue. "Fuck. More!" he panted out.

I can already see the hickeys forming on his neck as he begged. I put my hand around his neck, pulling him towards me for a kiss. Our lips pushed together roughly. Johnnys tongue slipped into my mouth deepening the kiss. Fuck. I pulled away from him once again, eliciting a groan from him.

"Baby, please do something. Anything!" Johnny cried out. I nodded at him before grabbing his face, squishing his cheeks till his lips opened involuntarily. My other hand came up under his mouth, "Spit." I told him as I let his face go. Johnny leaned his head forward, his silky hair brushing his face to spit in my hand. My hand trailed down to his desperate cock.

The spit from my hand coated his cock that was already slightly wet from his precum. "Fuck. Feels so good, doll." I started to slowly stroke his dick at a slow, grueling pace. Johnny moaned loudly, his hips bucking up slightly into my hand. I placed a hand on his chest as I continued. "You look so handsome like this, Johnny." I whispered to him. He leaned into me, scanning over my features. "T-thank you"

The pace of my strokes picked up, making johnny cry out. "Please!" He breathed as he felt the change. I kept up my pace as he voice became more and more whiney and breathless. I knew that he would cum soon. I started to use both my hands to stroke his cock. One of my hands eventually came to add pressure to his leaky tip.

"Fuck! Im gonna cum. Please let me cum." I smirked at him, shaking my head. "No. Hold it for me!" He whimpered on what seemed like the verge of tears. "Oh fuck!" Johnny voice was raspy and soft as he begged for a release. I continued my work on his hard cock. "You sound so pretty, Johnny."

I could feel his overstimulated cock throb in my hold as I kept stroking. Sayings of " You like that don't you?" and "Not yet, baby." radiated as his "Feels so good." and "I wanna cum." filled the room. I brought a hand up to his mouth for more spit. He immediately filled my request, groaning as my hand returned to his cock. "Im getting close again! please!" I removed my hands completely from him completely. "You have to wait, baby."

He nodded, overstimulated, "Please give me your hands again!" I gave exactly what he needed. My left hand trailed down to his aching cock as my other went to his balls. I rubbed the velvety skin, increasing to his pleasure. Tears pricked his eyes as he knew he was getting edged for a third time. "Baby can I cum, please?" I shook my head with a smirk.

His whole face was tucked into my neck, tear streaming down. "Can I have kiss? Please!" I brought his head up and pressed a passionate kiss to his lips. Johnny put one of his hands on my hip and one on my throbbing clit. I got really worked up watching him beg. He began to rub slowly as I continued to stroke his overstimulated cock. "Fuck. You're such a good boy!"

My strokes began to get faster as I felt my own high building up. "Feels so good. Can I cum?" I started to kiss his neck before replying "Make me cum then I'll let you" Once Johnny heard my words, his fingers began to work faster. "You make me feel so good, Johnny. Shit!" My high was so close, about to tip over the edge. Johnny gave my puffy clit one last circle before my eye rolled back and I came all over his fingers.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out. I kissed Johnny, my tongue slipping into his mouth once again. I pulled away about to let him have his release. "Cum for me, Johnny." I told him with a nod, lip between my teeth. Johnny let out a loud moan before cumming hard on my hand. I brought my cum covered hand to my mouth, running my tongue over his release. After that, I brought him in for another kiss, making him taste himself slightly.

"Thank you, baby." he said as we began to lay down together. I looked at him in his eyes, lovingly, "I love you, Johnny." He kissed me softly "I love you more."

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A/N: Hi guys!! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. My requests are always open!! I have a request chapter on this book and my dms are opens. I love you guys!!! <3

[roosterbruiser]

"listen to me.. take deep breaths, yes follow my breathing just like that. theres no need to panic, i'm right here now, aren't I? you're safe"

Jake or Bob helps you through a panic attack plz!

it's Jake that finds out outside The Hard Deck.

you've only been standing out there for a few minutes, choking on your sobs, keeping your feet firmly planted on the concrete. you're trying to stave it off--that acidic panic that's climbing your spine, making your hairs stand on end. but it's overwhelming you already, pressing against your teeth and licking your heels.

"there you are," Jake says, a goofy smile plastered to his lips--the one he only gets when he's tipsy or looking at you. and right now, it's a little bit of both. "been lookin' everywhere for you!"

he closes the door behind him and squints through the dusk, locating the back of your body as you quiver minutely and stare out across the dark beach and the rolling waves.

"needed some fresh air?" Jake tries again, stepping towards you.

but then he hears it--the tiny sounds of your upset. the sharp sniffling, the unhelpful deep breaths, the little unmistakable whimpers when you manage to choke down your saliva.

"hey," Jake says, suddenly feeling more sober now. he pushes past the random patio furniture and presses his hands against your shoulders. you hardly move beneath his touch, just stifling sobs and that's all. "babygirl, what's-a matter?"

that's all it takes for you to break finally. you bend at the hips and sob out into the open, a choking and sordid thing, clutching your chest as your heart fruitlessly tries to hammer its way out.

"alright," Jake says softly, his brow creased in concern. he maneuvers himself so he's standing before you, anchoring himself to your body by his solid grip on your hips. "s'alright, hold on," he whispers.

carefully, he holds onto one of your legs and pulls up, which leaves you grasping for purchase on his shoulders.

"I've got ya," he promises, "just gonna take these pesky heels off, huh?"

you allow him to do that, firmly planting your bare feet in the cold sand, burrowing your toes deeper and deeper until your teeth are chattering.

Jake soothingly rubs your legs, kissing your hips. he knows how this all goes by now, what it's like loving a pilot who lost their wingman, what can trigger your trauma. he always allows you to get those initial sobs out, the ones that he knows make your head ache, but it's when you start hyperventilating that he takes the next step.

"listen to me, babygirl," he says, his voice velvety and smooth. he holds your face, strokes your wet cheeks with his calloused thumbs. and then he ducks to be in your field of vision. then he puts on the show--wrinkling his nose, inhaling deeply. "you smell that?"

and through your tears, you're just able to make out that grimace on his face, just able to see how serious he looks.

"Jesus, what is that?"

you fall for it every time, taking a deep breath in through your nose, inhaling precisely nothing except salt air and the beer lingering on his breath.

"there you go," he soothes, petting your face. "I've got you, babygirl. you're alright. standing in the sand with me outside The Hard Deck, huh? everything's okay," he tells you.

the panic is subsiding already, which you know is a little bit because of the cold sand on the soles of your feet and a lot a bit because Jake is here, on his knees, coaching you through this like this is the only thing in the world he cares about.

he knows you're coming down when your grip loosens on his shoulders, when your breaths become deep and less pitiful.

"there she is," he mumbles, honing in on you and only you--disregarding all his friends just inside the building, a few too many shooters split up between them. "you've got it."

when you're finally able to wipe your face, looking down at him, he smiles up at you with his brows knit.

"you tricked me," you mumble to him, voice hoarse.

"and I'd do it again," he tells you with a grin.

[madarasgirl]

Without You

Friends…I am a Mrs. now! The wedding stuff turned my head to goo...feeling very romantic (but also horny). Sorry for the sappiness in this story, which I baked on/off over the past month. This Alucard is pretty soft with his Reader until he wants to troll.

With how important a concept virginity is in the world of Hellsing, I was surprised by the lack of virginity loss fics, especially with a partner Alucard actually cares for. So I wrote one. Your decision was made. You will not forsake your humanity in exchange for an eternity with your vampire King. On the night he was to take your virginity, there will be no going back.

“Eternity is a long time, little one.” Tags/warnings: 18+ NSFW, Alucard (Ultimate) x Fem!Reader, Vladcard x Reader, Riocard x Reader. Romance, angst/comfort, emotional sex, loss of virginity, vaginal sex, creampie, oral sex, sex marathon, slight bondage & BDSM, partial mind control, anal, snowballing (?), tiny bit of predator/prey (Alu can’t help that side of himself), AFTERCARE, Alucard uses his abilities... Words: 10441

Tumblr won't let me post the full fic even though I've seen longer fics here before. So here's the link.

An excerpt is below the cut.

Dracula was crying. It felt as though he murdered you metaphorically even if you were still living, which was foolish because the sex only solidified the fact you will never turn into a ghastly vampiric monster like him. Yet the act also represented the end of something. The dream that you might always be together. Bloody tears stained his face and the silky sheets. He held you close, squeezing you into the soft mattress as he wept silently, unwilling to let you physically part from him.

You understood. Your arms found their way around his broad back and caressed soothingly in an oval track. Salty tears fell down your cheeks as you mourned with him –you mourned the fact you won’t always be there for him.

Sir Integra gave her blessing to your relationship with her servant years ago, instructing you to take care of him because he was little more than a sobbing child. Her words were nonsensical at the time. This creature of mass destruction, a sobbing child? She had been right all along.

You kept rubbing his back while you peppered his head with light kisses. You were lost in the intimacy of the moment, but when you came to, the vampire in your arms was Alucard again, peering at you lazily like he wasn’t vulnerable just now. This was the form in which you met. You loved him as the King, but also like this. You loved him in all his forms. You pet his sinfully alluring face as he purred and leaned into your touch. He loved to be touched. 

He was so beautiful it just wasn't fair. His stunning appearance and cryptic mannerisms used to fluster the heck out of you. Fortunately, after many years together, you managed to better compose yourself in his presence. Until the next time he discovered another way to pester you, as Alucard does.

The Cheshire grin told you he heard your thoughts. “I’m not reading your mind, sweet, you are telling me.” He looked too pleased with himself. You exhaled. Nothing was fair to begin with when it came to this immortal being. “Come love, join me in the bath,” you told him, making to get up from the tear-stained bedsheets when you were swept off your feet and into lean arms several feet off the ground. “Alu, I can still walk!” You laughed at his overprotectiveness.

A sound at the back of his throat reverberated as he silently drew the bath and poured in scents and products, never letting you out of his grasp while he waited for the tub to fill with steamy water. “We will rectify that by the time I am through with you.” He finally replied, lowering both of you into the water, a devious grin painting his lips.

The bubbly water level reached your shoulders. You wriggled against a toned, lanky body to get comfortable, ignoring the boner poking your rear as you enjoyed the bath with Alucard. His head was thrown back against the tiles as he felt you shift around, your vampire the image of relaxation and contentment, his long limbs hanging awkwardly outside the tub. You sighed and leaned against him, the soothing water jets the only sound in the room.

He washed you, sweat and fluids sliding off your body with each swipe of his hands. "My Queen. My love...I will protect you. Always." His voice was low, eyes lidded and rippling with intent as he scented your rising arousal.

He buried his long nose in the crook of your throat and crooned, the elixir of your blood that raced under the skin ravishing his senses. He had been obsessed with your neck since the night you met. How he loved to lick, nuzzle, and sniff your throat. Running dexterous fingers down your waist, he found slick vertical lips once more.

The vampire made his infamous landshark smile from behind you, two rows of pointy teeth glinting in the soft light of the bathroom. He lapped at the side of your jugular, a low moan sounding deep from his chest as he teased, “So tempting, love.”

You snickered, head tilting over as if to invite him in, daring him to bite as you held his head and pushed his mouth against your throat. His teeth ached with the compulsion to drink, your intoxicatingly heady aromas tickling his bestial nature…

His fangs descended, his cock twitched. Alucard growled, huffing and finally ripping away from the urge to sink fangs into your vein. “A dangerous game you play, little one.”

[tojigutz]

toji picking you up from work everyday in his black Cadillac… wearing a grey zip up hoodie and a necklace with your first initial on it. Work is really tough for you - always having to sit in a bland office all day, answering emails and writing papers. So seeing him always brightens your day.

he’s always listening to some type of rock music that he always seems to enjoy.. laced with a big smile on his face as he sees you walk down the steps from your office building. He hops out and goes around the car to greet you with a big hug and a kiss on your forehead. You just let him as he mumbles ‘I missed you’ into your neck.

[snailss]

i need a hug.

[animasola86]

Throw me into the Tempest: Ch.2

Notes: This is still dedicated to @sallowslady 💛

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader (Hufflepuff)

Genre: Drama/Angst/Fluff // Words: 6.2k // [Read on AO3]

Synopsis: Your best friend is a sweetheart and you would do anything to protect her. Yet when you get to know her boyfriend, there is little you can do against those feelings he invokes in you.

[ ← Chapter 1 ] -- [ ↓ Chapter 2 ]

You hadn't planned to fall in love with your best friend's boyfriend – and you certainly hadn't planned on ending up in a cabin on the beach with him during a roaring thunderstorm. But here you were.

After that first unexpected, yet highly desired kiss, you had made your way to the cabin, both of you soaked and cold and shivering as the heavy rain showed no mercy, the raging winds dragged at your clothes and hair, and thunder and lightning guided your way to the tiny stone house right next to the cliff. You had your arm around Sebastian's waist and he held you close to his body, his warmth the only thing keeping you sane during the raging tempest. Though it wasn't just the weather that kept you on your toes.

There was turmoil within your mind, guilt and regret fought in a fierce battle against your own needs and wishes, and there was no way to tell who had the upper hand. It was a constant conflict and it only halted once you reached the cabin, stepped inside, and when Sebastian closed the door behind you, shutting out the storm, your own mind went silent as well as you met his dark gaze.

You'd shared those gazes before over the last weeks, whenever you would find yourself on either side of your best friend Adelaide, yet you never knew he would be as conflicted as you were about the situation. But that kiss just now had spoken volumes. And the way he now looked at you made your legs tremble even more as you stood, cold and shivering, in the tiny cabin, surrounded by the green glow of one of Ignatia Wildsmith's Floo flames.

You were both out of breath, both deep in thought over whatever was happening between you. It was when the stone face would suddenly speak that you came back to reality for a little bit.

“Quite the weather we're having, isn't it?” the enchanted bust quipped happily and you both stared at Ignatia Wildsmith with wide eyes.

While your heart was pounding inside your chest and you felt that the guilt and shock of potentially being discovered was winning your internal battle for the moment, it was Sebastian who walked towards the Floo flame, raised his wand and muttered: “Silencio.” You saw the stone face's mouth move and her eyes widen, but no more words came from her. He then unclasped his drenched robes and hung them right over the bust, possibly to dry them out, but equally keeping the nosy witch from interrupting you again – and witnessing what would possibly be happening next.

When he turned back to you, he started unbuttoning his soaked green blazer. “You should get out of those clothes or you'll really catch a cold,” he told you casually, even though you heard the undertone of his low voice. The implications.

Yet you had no idea what to do. You were frozen to the spot, your mind racing, your heart beating even faster, and all you could do was watch him undress in front of you. Before he got rid of his shirt though, he walked towards you, and without any warning he grabbed your face once more and pressed his lips to yours. You were too shocked to react properly, too shocked or stunned or rendered unable to do anything under the intensity of his kiss.

So you stopped fighting against it. Because who were you kidding? You had imagined this since the day you had first met him and even though it had turned out that he was the boyfriend of your best friend, you had never been able to shut out those thoughts entirely. In the haze of your mind you also told yourself that it had been him who had made the first step. He had kissed you first. It wasn't your fault. It was a lame excuse, yet frankly, you couldn't care less in this very moment.

And so you raised your hands and grabbed the back of his head and deepened the kiss, finally indulging in those fantasies that had kept you awake at night for quite a while now. You felt his hands on the front of your robes, and while your tongue moved against his, your robes were slipping off your shoulders before his fingers fidgeted with your tie and then the buttons of your blazer.

You ended up stumbling through the tiny cabin, leaving a trail of drenched clothes as he rid you of your blazer, vest and tie, before you came to sit on the rather uncomfortable camp bed in the corner, him with his shirt wide open and yours half-way undone, his hands all over your back, cold clammy fingers slipping past the hem of your shirt, causing you to shiver deeply, while your hands dug into his wet locks as you kept kissing each other as if nothing else mattered.

There really was nothing holding you back any more when you clambered onto his lap, straddling him with your skirt riding up dangerously, while you kept your mouth glued to his, the heat of the moment too overwhelming to notice anything else. Your head was blissfully empty as his hands moved down your lower back and along the curves of your rear until they practically vanished beneath the thick fabric, pushing your skirt up even more as he caressed your thighs through the thin layer of your undergarments.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, brushing against his with every frantic breath as your fingers scraped over his scalp. You felt light-headed and barely registered the surrounding noises of the storm any more, you didn't even flinch when thunder cracked in the distance, all you felt were his lips on yours, his tongue invading your mouth, his warm breath doing its best to keep the cold at bay.

Sebastian, however, seemed still more attentive than you, because suddenly he let go of your thighs, grabbed your shoulders and spun you around, before he harshly pulled his lips away from you and stood up, his fingers darting to the front of his unbuttoned shirt.

Only then did you notice the cold air drafting into the cabin and the door that had been ripped wide open. In the doorway stood a tall, dark man, and when you realized it was Solomon Sallow, you froze and felt the coldest shiver yet running down your spine. You stood as well and gathered your clothes, pressing them frantically to your chest, while you tried to calm your heart.

The man didn't say a single word, just threw his dark gazes around, and while you were busy putting on your drenched clothes and trying to pretend that absolutely nothing had happened, you heard a cry of relief before you saw a tiny girl entering the cabin, her blonde hair stuck to her forehead as she made her way towards Sebastian, who had indeed managed to button his shirt and caught Adelaide with wide eyes as she threw herself at him.

“I was so worried,” she wailed and pushed her face into his chest, while he hugged her back hesitantly, his gaze slowly moving towards you. You swallowed hard and looked away, continuing to get dressed again. You could blame the storm for the sorry state of your hair and your flushed face, and the cold for the shaking of your limbs, but your swollen lips and breathlessness would be harder to explain. Luckily your best friend didn't pay you any attention as she lay in the arms of her boyfriend.

“You should head back to Hogwarts now,” you heard the gruff voice of Solomon as he grabbed Sebastian's robes off the face of the Floo lady with two fingers. Luckily he didn't notice her moving, but silenced lips, or simply didn't care much about it.

You realized then that he certainly knew what had been going on, yet you were glad he was too stoic to talk about it. Which didn't make it any better though. You felt awful, the knot inside your stomach clenched painfully, even more so when you looked over to where Sebastian was still holding sobbing Adelaide, who must have been worried out of her mind when you hadn't returned with him to the cottage.

She was too innocent for her own good and too oblivious to notice the gaze you exchanged with the Slytherin boy. As you felt your own tears rising behind your lashes, you looked away and turned towards the Floo flame. “I'll see you at school,” you told them as you grabbed the Floo powder. You didn't wait for any reaction or reply, you just threw the powder into the flame, stated your destination and then stepped into the green flames engulfing you.

The travel was as gut-wrenching as your guilt, and as you returned to your common room that night, you made a beeline for the bathroom, soaked in the tub for longer than was necessary and tried but failed to forget about those truly unforgettable lips. When you went to your dorm room afterwards, Lenora and Poppy were already asleep, and when you spotted Adelaide getting ready for bed, you couldn't even face her when you slipped into your pyjamas and then under the covers, faking a sneeze to make it more believable that you were unable to talk to her that night.

The next day you still couldn't look into her round face, even though you tried your best to play along, blaming your puffy eyes and sore throat on the weather you had found yourself in yesterday, when in reality you had spent most of the night crying your eyes out, trying to cope with what had happened and what you had done. It got even worse when you walked to class with her and suddenly saw Sebastian in front of you. You felt your heart breaking all over again when she would hug him and laugh with him and he would behave as if absolutely nothing had happened.

He didn't even acknowledge your presence most of the time. You felt the cold stab of jealousy all day long, having to witness those two together in class and out of it. Not that it would have mattered to either of them, but you excused yourself when they were heading to the library and decided to wallow in your sorrow on your own time, or rather under the blanket of your bed. Which you did for a while, before you finally managed to push through and focus on school work. Or so you hoped.

And because fate was a cruel mistress, as soon as you reached Central Hall, you saw the blonde Hufflepuff and the Slytherin boy leaving the library, sharing a goodbye kiss and then departing into opposite directions. You hid behind a statue and let Adelaide pass you by unnoticed, before you'd had it and went straight after Sebastian. You caught up with him on his way to his common room.

“Sebastian!” you called to him and you saw him stiffen before he turned around and faced you. “Can we talk?”

He motioned you to follow him down a smaller corridor and once you did and you came to stand in front of him, you felt your heart beating faster and the knot in your stomach tightening. He just raised his eyebrows questioningly, letting you lead the talk you so desperately needed to conduct.

You inhaled deeply. “What we did –” you started and looked up at him, feeling new tears burning inside your eyes. “What we almost did –”

“Yes, almost,” he chimed in and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Nothing happened. No harm done.”

“No harm done?” you repeated shrilly, glaring at him, feeling your insides convulse in a mixture of rage and disappointment. “We kissed!” you whisper-yelled. “And you felt me up...”

“So?” he asked, his voice a tad too neutral for your liking.

“So? You have a girlfriend!” you hissed, your voice shaking badly. “Who happens to be my best friend! And... and you're my friend too... and now we –”

“Stop!” he said firmly and dropped his arms, looking at you darkly. “Nothing happened,” he repeated. “Stop stressing about it. Let's just... forget about it, okay?”

Your mouth fell open at that, while your heart shattered into a million pieces. You didn't know what you had expected of this talk, but certainly not this. Feeling your lips trembling, in the bad way, you swallowed hard and when the first tear rolled down your cheek, you quickly wiped it away, averting your gaze. “I don't know if I can...” you whispered, staring at the ground.

“You'll have to,” he said coldly, only making it worse. “We'll have to. You were right, I have a girlfriend and she doesn't deserve this. It was... a mistake.”

You heard his words and they cut through your already shattered heart without mercy, immediately numbing you. Without blinking, without looking at him one more time, you turned around and walked away, slowly, as if in a trance, your breaths forcibly deep, as you clenched your hands into fists and an icy shiver rushed through your limbs.

Forcing yourself not to think about it any more, you somehow made it back to the Hufflepuff common room, your body shaking from the emotions trying to burst free. Yet as soon as you saw your bed and the blanket you wanted to hide under, you realized that you couldn't do that. If you allowed yourself to wallow in your pain, it would only make it so much worse.

So you turned around yet again and went straight to the Clock Tower. It was dark and no member of Crossed Wands was to be seen, so you had all the training dummies to yourself. The pendulum moved lazily back and forth, making the air vibrate eerily in its wake, as you pelted the enchanted dummies with all the spells you knew, slow at first, then more and more enraged, until you were screaming your spells and the force of your unhinged magic would shatter everything around you.

You had no idea for how long you did this, but when all the dummies were lying shattered on the floor in front of you, smashed and dismembered and broken into tiny pieces, you fell to your knees, breathless and exhausted, sweat on your forehead. Your wand hand was shaking badly, and when the first tears came streaming down your face, you just let them flow until they dropped off your chin and onto the stone floor beneath you.

Crying quietly at first, you soon let your rage and sorrow get the better of you and wallowed loudly, your voice echoing off the high walls, sounding like the wails of a banshee. As you let it all out, you found yourself breathing heavily, feeling numb and completely spent, but strangely enough also a little bit relieved. Leaning back on your arms, you looked up at the darkness of the Clock Tower above you and inhaled deeply, calming down with every beating of your slowly recovering heart.

It wasn't fully recovering, but the shattered pieces tentatively moved closer together again as you realized how silly and pathetic it was to cry over a boy like this. It had been a nice kiss, a nice moment being so close to him, but that was about it. It was not worth all those tears you had shed and the anger and the guilt you were feeling. You had to move on, somehow, resume your friendship with Adelaide and ignore the boy at her side. You just had to. There was no other way.

And so you forced yourself onwards, back to your common room, into your bed, hoping to start the next day as if nothing had happened. Luckily you had enough school work and extra assignments to keep you busy and talking with Adelaide became easier and easier as the day went on. You did your best to avoid any contact with Sebastian whatsoever and forced yourself to simply ignore him now. It was better that way.

Yet as oblivious and innocent as the blonde Hufflepuff was, she quickly picked up on the fact that her boyfriend and her best friend weren't talking any more. It was rather conspicuous now that you thought about it. At first you tried to convince her that she was seeing things, telling her you were just too busy with school work and those extra assignments, and luckily you were indeed also quite involved with helping Professor Fig unravel the ancient magic mystery, so whenever she would invite you to spend time with her and Sebastian, you excused yourself quickly.

Another week or two passed and you maintained your friendship with Adelaide, merely thanks to your seating and sleeping arrangement, the only times you had her all to yourself, away from the doe-eyed boy that you told yourself to ignore during the day, yet come night you would still often think and dream about him. Because you just couldn't help it after all.

You simply couldn't forget the way he had kissed you in that storm, all those raw emotions, the longing and hunger and desperation, the need and the comfort, and the more you thought about it, the less painful his words afterwards became because you deliberately chose to push them far away as if he'd never even said them.

Somehow you were able to look at him again, at least in those moments you thought you were alone and no one, not even him, would notice your stares. Whenever you would sit with Adelaide and he would join you, you'd give him a short nod and tried to be civil, yet as you still couldn't quite control your emotions or the blush of your cheeks, you avoided making eye contact when your best friend was around.

Halloween came, and after the splendid feast, the fifth-years decided to continue the festivities in your common room, because you had the most food around and also because most Hufflepuffs wouldn't be caught dead in the hallways after curfew.

So you found yourself surrounded by a bunch of Gryffindors: Natty, Leander and Garreth, the latter had even brought some of his brews to the party most were a little reluctant to try. Then there were a bunch of Ravenclaws, Everett, Andrew, Samantha and even Amit, who was more focused on the cats of the common room than socialising though. And amongst all your classmates, only one Slytherin was present, because apparently the snakes had their own party in the dungeons and most of them seemed to prefer their own house's company.

Most, except one brunet who sat next to Adelaide, trying to focus on the ghost story Arthur was telling, while his brown eyes wandered over to where you were sitting on more than one occasion. You tried to ignore Sebastian as best as you could, forcing conversations with Natty or Samantha, but you still felt your cheeks blush deeply under the permanent stares from across the room.

When it got late, most of your classmates were invited to stay in the dormitories for the night, because as much as most Hufflepuffs wouldn't be caught dead outside during curfew, they didn't want their friends to get into trouble for them either, so all the fifth-years found a place amongst the couches or lying on the floor next to their classmates' beds.

Adelaide had fallen asleep on a couch near the fireplace, with you sitting in front of it, staring into the flames, while her boyfriend sat next to her sleeping form, holding her feet.

“We should take her to bed,” you heard him say quietly, the first words you exchanged that night. You didn't look at him, but nodded, knowing that the couch might look cosy, but was nothing compared to one's own bed.

You stood and stretched, a deep sigh escaping you, and when you turned to the couch, you noticed Sebastian staring at you, his jaw set, but his eyes blazing. You blinked and quickly focused on your sleeping best friend. Before you could do anything, he had scooped her up into his arms and was about to walk towards the stairs leading to your dormitory, before he stopped and turned his head to you.

“I won't be able to get up there, right?” he remarked.

“Of course not,” you replied and stood next to him, unable to not look at his profile – or the way his muscles moved under the sleeves of his jumper. “Let me take her.”

“You sure you can handle it?”

You scoffed, drawing your wand. “I am sure,” you declared and used the Levitation charm to gently lift her from his arms. “I'm a witch, remember? Stop underestimating me!” You didn't know why you said that, but it slipped out nonetheless.

“I never did,” he replied, watching you closely.

You threw him a heated gaze, feeling all the emotions bubble up all over again, but before it could get any worse, you turned to the stairs. “I'll take it from here. Good night, Sebastian.”

He didn't say anything when you started climbing the stairs, levitating your best friend in front of you. Your breath quickened, not from the exertion, but from how he failed to respond, how he just stood there at the bottom of the stairs, looking up. You tried to ignore the aching of your heart and quickly made your way to your room.

Inside you found a few more snoring girls than usual. After you brought Adelaide to her bed, you noticed that yours was taken by Natty and Samantha was lying in a pile of blankets next to Lenora's bed, all of the girls were sound asleep. Sighing quietly, you opted to find a couch downstairs.

When you returned to the common room, you stopped in your tracks as you saw the figure pacing in front of the exit. There was no one else around, the boys seemed to have retreated to their dormitory as well. For a moment you didn't know what to do. It was just you and Sebastian now, alone for the first time since he broke your heart.

Feeling it thundering away in your chest now, slightly fixed, but still damaged, you inhaled deeply and decided to ignore him further as you headed straight for the secret room next to the fireplace where you knew a very comfy armchair was waiting to be slept in. But as soon as you entered the small space, ready to burrow yourself in for the night, a hand grabbed the hidden door and suddenly another body pressed in behind you.

You spun around with a gasp and looked up at Sebastian, who slowly pulled the door shut behind him. “What are you doing?” you breathed, feeling his body heat radiating off him as he stood very close to you.

“Fixing a mistake,” he said quietly, his low voice vibrating through your body.

You frowned at the word and felt your insides clenching up. “Which one?” you asked pointedly, trying to hold his gaze, with all the heat rushing into your cheeks.

He gave you a half-hearted smirk. “Good question, the list is rather long, eh?”

Scoffing at him, you turned away and towards the armchair behind you. Yet you didn't sit down. The room felt cramped now and you could barely breathe through the scent of baked goods and sweets lingering in the air.

“Listen, I know you're hurting... and I'm sorry...” you heard him say behind you as you focused on a plate of cupcakes, mindlessly poking at the colourful icing. You stopped with your index finger deep inside the soft cream coating.

“I'm not hurting!” you protested without looking at him.

“Come on, I've seen the state of the Crossed Wands dummies, I know that was you. Lucan was devastated by the way...”

“Well, I hate being called a mistake...” you muttered under your breath. “I had to let it out...”

“You are not a mistake,” he whispered and you felt him walking closer. “What we did was.”

You spun around then, staring at him, cream dripping from your finger as you pointed it at his chest. “So you still think so? Then why are you here?” you spat at him, unable to keep your voice down.

“How we handled it was a mistake, how... I handled it,” he clarified quietly, looking down at you with warm eyes. “I don't regret the kiss...” he added under his breath as he looked at your finger for a moment.

You glared at him, your expression slowly softening. “But you said it was wrong...”

“You said we shouldn't be doing this to Addy,” he corrected. “And I agreed because I thought you meant it.” He tilted his head. “But you never meant it, did you?”

You felt your cheeks burning up even more, your breaths slightly more shallow as your heart was flooded with all those emotions. The urge to touch him was as strong as the urge to flee. You were conflicted all over again.

He watched you patiently, his eyes wandering over your face. “Well, do you?” he asked after a long moment of heated silence.

Inhaling deeply, you squared your shoulders, dropping your hand to your side. “What about you?” you threw his question back at him. “Since you only seemed to have agreed with me for my sake, what do you really think? Are you okay with doing this to Addy?”

“Doing what exactly?” he teased in a whisper and took a step closer to you, towering over you, his hand brushing against yours as he moved his fingers over your sticky fingertip. You felt your heart beating even faster.

“Repeating a mistake...” you whispered.

“I'm okay with it,” he then said and raised his free hand to caress your cheek with the back of his finger. “Are you?”

You swallowed hard. The anger and remorse and doubts and turmoil that had settled in your gut over the last weeks seemed to slowly fade away, no, not slowly, it was all gone the moment he leaned closer to you, the moment his eyes bored into yours, the moment his hand cupped your cheek and pulled you towards him.

“I...” you started, your lips parted and trembling, your mind suddenly fuzzy. The thick air of the room got to you, or maybe it was his hot breath on your lips that made your head spin. “Sebastian... we...”

“Yes, we,” he repeated, his nose nuzzling against yours as he leaned even closer. “There is something between us, I know you feel it too. I was trying to ignore it, for Adelaide's sake, but...” You watched him, holding your breath as you listened intently. “You know, I like her, I really do, she helped me a lot over the last months, she was there, she listened, but when I met you... there was a different kind of connection.”

You felt a shiver running down your spine as he raised his other hand to push a strand of your hair behind your ear before both of his hands held your face, his own so close you could count every single freckle on it. But you only stared into his brown eyes, lost in their warmth, with his words sinking deep into your soul.

“Every time I see you, I want to hold you, touch you, feel you close,” he whispered, his low voice sending goosebumps down your skin. “I want to taste you again... I want to forget everything with you...”

A soft gasp escaped your throat as you took a shuddering breath. You saw the corner of his mouth twitching upwards slightly. His confession left you speechless, you had no idea what to think, how to handle this, how to move on. You wanted all of it too, but the image of your best friend was still etched in the back of your mind.

“Tell me you want it too,” he said quietly as he tilted his head slightly, his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and stared at him. “Tell me you won't push me away again,” you whispered hoarsely.

“I never pushed you away,” he replied. “And I never will. I'm all in,” he added and you could feel the warmth of his tongue as he licked his lips. “I am all in, if you are as well.”

For a short moment, you closed your eyes and thought about it, but whatever your mind came up with was silenced and suppressed by the desire clawing at your heart. As your eyes fluttered open again, a jerk rushed through your body and in the same motion, your lips moved against his, finally connecting.

When your hands found the front of his jumper, he had already replied the sudden gesture and pressed his mouth to yours with a loud exhale, his hands guiding your face with a tight grip as he kissed you back with fervour.

“I... I'm in...” you breathed against his lips as you leaned back slightly to catch your breath. His eyes sparkled in the dim light of the room before you felt him smiling against you.

Soon you had forgotten all your previous hardships, all your doubts. Any guilt or other conflicting emotion was pushed aside quickly, to be burrowed under the ever-growing need to be close to Sebastian.

You found yourself stumbling through the small room, knocking over piles of books and almost causing a giant stack of plates to crash. Hands and limbs entangled, you managed to make it to the armchair, your lips still glued to his, your fingers digging into his jumper as his dug into your hair. The air around you got even stuffier as your heavy breaths mingled.

When he let himself fall into the chair and quickly pulled you onto his lap, giving you the tiniest moment to catch your breath, his dark eyes met yours, but there was no more doubt between you, no feelings keeping you away from each other. Leaning against him, you grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips to his and continued where you left off.

For the longest time all you did was kiss him, like you had imagined so many sleepless nights before, shifting on his thighs, feeling his body heat through your woollen tights, his hands eager to explore your body in search of any inch of skin beneath your various layers of clothes. When his fingers eventually slipped past the hem of your jumper and right down the waistband of your skirt, you let out a soft gasp and leaned away slightly to look at him, your lips swollen and tingling, your breaths as heavy as his.

His long fingers teased at your soft skin, resting on your lower back, dangerously close to the groove between your bum cheeks. You had no idea how he had managed to slip his hand past all those layers of fabric, yet the feeling of his warm skin on yours caused you to shiver deeply, and frankly it concerned you a little.

“Should I stop?” he asked quietly, his voice hoarse and lower than usual, the sound vibrating in your ear deliciously.

You shook your head. “No, just...” you started, biting your trembling lip. “Promise me you won't tell me this was a mistake tomorrow.”

He watched you closely, red spots dancing on his freckled cheeks. “I promise,” he said. “If you promise me the same. No doubts, okay? We're in this together now...”

“Are we?”

Sebastian tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. “I believe we are, you said so!” he replied, sounding almost a little hurt.

You gave him a soft chuckle, your finger tracing the line of his jaw. “I said so and I mean it, I do! I promise!” you clarified and leaned closer to press a soft kiss to his warm cheek. “I've wanted this for so long... long before I knew you were Addy's –”

“Don't say it!” he warned, his free hand moving up to cover your mouth. “I'll talk to her. I'll end it. I –”

You grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand down. “No! Don't tell her!”

He stared at you. “You'd rather go behind her back? Keep this all a secret?”

“I don't want to hurt her,” you whispered, lowering your gaze as you shifted on his lap. “I... I know what a broken heart feels like. I don't want her to feel the same...”

His hand grabbed your chin and made you look at him. “And doing this behind her back is better? She'll get hurt either way! We should tell her sooner than later, otherwise it'll only get worse,” he said darkly, his brown eyes boring into yours.

“I don't want to lose her...” you muttered, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

He gave you a sigh and a sympathetic look. “I'm afraid that is no longer up to you...” he whispered. “Perhaps, if you're honest with her, she'll remain your friend, but –”

Your turn to sigh deeply. “I really can't have both? I mean, I'm sharing a dorm with her! I need to get along with her –”

“So be honest with her!”

“Have you met girls before in your life, Sebastian? I grew up with three female cousins and we got along great, we would have died for each other, but as soon as two of them started to like the same boy, they had turned into furies and couldn't decide soon enough who to throw off a cliff first! Girls can be ravenous creatures when boys get involved, believe me. They'd throw me out of the dorm room immediately! And I can't sleep in this chair for the rest of my education!”

He raised an eyebrow as he listened to you. “That's quite the pickle you found yourself in, huh?” he commented. “You want to go back on our agreement then?” he offered with a frown, slowly retrieving his hand from under your skirt.

You grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “No. I want this,” you said firmly. “But... I need time to think about what to tell Adelaide. Please.”

“So you expect me to keep up the facade of being her boyfriend? You'd be okay with that?” He watched you closely.

You inhaled deeply and nodded. “I have to be, and I will be, because I know that I... can do the same things with you, maybe even more,” you whispered, licking your lips. “I mean, from what I've seen, your relationship was rather tame, wasn't it?”

He snorted. “Addy is a very sheltered girl, yes,” he replied with a smirk. “You not so much, eh?”

You poked his chest playfully. “Perhaps that is why you like me?” you teased, before leaning back, your eyes a little wider. “You do like me, right?”

Sebastian barked a laugh that was almost a little too loud for the quiet room. “I have my hand on your bum, I think I do, yes,” he whispered and winked at you, his fingers slipping down the curve of your body once more.

You blushed deeply and shook your head in a mixture of indignation and embarrassment, but also slightly amused. “So you won't tell her until I'm ready to tell her then?” you asked quietly. He nodded.

“I'm a Slytherin, I'm good at keeping secrets,” he told you with a smile.

“Well, I'm a Hufflepuff and I suck at being a loyal friend, so there's that,” you sighed. You felt his free hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your skin.

“You have other redeeming qualities, love,” he said quietly. You scoffed at that and looked away, your eyes wandering through the small room.

With a sudden chuckle you leaned away from him a little to grab one of the cupcakes off a nearby table. “You're right, I love food, that counts for something, right?” you said with a smirk and brought the pastry to your lips, your eyes on him as you let your tongue swipe over the icing.

He watched you with his eyes darkening immediately, and before you knew it, he leaned in and took a big bite of the small cake, his mouth covered in cream and crumbs. But as you laughed at him, he quickly grabbed the back of your neck and brought your mouth to his, sharing his stolen bite with you. You gasped and giggled, showering his face with frantic pecks until the last crumb was gone, before you deepened the kiss, tasting the rest of the sweet in his mouth.

You breathed loudly against each other, quickly lost in the sensation of the other's lips once more, and when the half-eaten cupcake fell from your hand, you couldn't care less. Maybe you didn't love food as much as you thought, maybe you liked kissing boys more, especially the forbidden kind.

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End notes: Two snogging scenes in one chapter because the last one was just a teaser. I believe we are past the awkward introduction phase and now the smut can commence, I hope.

So I do feel bad for poor little Adelaide, I gotta admit, so much gaslighting and betrayal, she deserves better! But we need the drama! And it had to be her. Sorry.

@sallowslady (and anyone who'd like to contribute): I'd love some suggestions for future drama, like close run-ins, awkward snogging locations, how to deal with Adelaide, etc. - please? :D

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[scourgeofgotham]

Beauty and The Beast

chapter two

Warnings: SMUT 18+

Graphic Sexual Content, Crying, Unresolved Trauma, M! Receiving Oral, Face-Fucking, Degradation, Boot Humping, Dom/Sub, Slapping, Praise! Kink, Begging, DD/LG, Mentions of Breeding, Stockholm Syndrome(develops), Mentions of Underage Sex, Mentions of Rape, Non-Con, Mentions of self-mutilation

A/N:

Jason is 19, the reader is 18. Jason’s thoughts are in bold italic and the readers are in bold.

Past is in italic

She got lured out by a masked villian named the Arkham Knight,

“If you want to find out what happened to Robin, meet me on top of R.H. Kane.

Wear the Batgirl uniform.”

The first time they ever kissed was on their first date, she couldn’t contain the happiness any longer and grabbed his face and kissed him. He looked so shocked but there was a small smile that crept up on his face. It was two weeks after they met, they were out just getting pizza and she was practically all over him. Her bad boy, all hers.

The first night he was wearing the Robin costume was the night she realized how much she loved him. Three months later Bruce made Jason his ward. Their rooms were right next to each other and they made a hole in between bedside tables, so they could go into each other's rooms without Bruce or Alfred finding out. They would swap what bed they would sleep together in, he would poke fun at her Care Bears and her dolphin pillow pet. They were absolute lovebirds, he loved the attention. She loved getting to love someone and for someone to care for her. Both of their parents were monsters. They had no one, and when they met Bruce they finally had a family. The good girl and her bad boy. Belle and the Beast. Canary and Jaybird. Violet and Crimson. The First Daughter and The Second Son. The Bat and the Knight. Batgirl and Robin.

They were unstoppable, two teenagers in love fighting crime. Just like Dick and Barbara. They never left each other's side, all they wanted was to be with each other. She started ditching school to be with him at his school. Bruce ultimately had to pull her out of school. Little did he know she was going to see his newly adopted son at his school and sit in the library giving him handjobs while helping him with his homework.

“Awww do you want me to stay right here Peanut?” God she looks so pretty crying and all needy, I want to take off my helmet and kiss her all over.

She looks up at him, crying from how big his dick is, and how she wishes he was her Robin. She was grinding on his boot so hard it made her whole body shake. She loved how he was making her feel.

If I don't escape soon… this is torturing me.

“Such a good little slut, are you about to cum all over my boot?” Brings her back to reality. She looked up at the Knight and nodded, mouth still full with his cock. “Wait for Daddy.” He snickered, using the accidental pet name from earlier. She started blushing and getting all embarrassed again. He started moving his foot back and forth against her clit, “Feel good Peanut?” She nodded in response, wanting to please him.

“C'mon Belle, you gotta milk Daddy's cock in order to cum.”

Belle?

She pulled him out of her mouth and started focusing on his tip, sucking on the head and then swirling her tongue around in motions in between. Jason always told her to focus on the head and use her hands for his shaft.

“Good girl Belle, you want Daddy to cum huh?” She looked up at him and nodded her head. “Such a little whore, trying to make your kidnapper cum, what would Batman think?” She could feel him twitching in her mouth, so she picked up the pace so she could be done and over with it already.

“You know Daddy is about to cum huh? You wanna cum so bad, don’t you princess? Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck that tight little pussy after?”

She contemplated, she did want it. She was aching for it, and the thought of her being fucked by a mysterious man made her even more aroused, getting cockdrunk. Except, if she accepted it then she wouldn't be Jason’s princess anymore, and she wouldn’t be pure. She spent countless nights horny, wanting to feel and touch her Jaybird, wanting him to come back from the dead and make her feel good. She wanted the Knight to decide for her, she would complain if he did fuck her, and would if he didn't.

I wanna see his face…

Her heart and her pussy said yes, but her brain kept telling her no.

“C'mon Belle, you have to decide. Daddy can make you feel all good, and he can breed that princess cunt too. He can help take all of your worries away, you won't have to fight anymore, and Daddy will take care of you. You'll be mine, princess.” Upon hearing all of that from the Knight, she came all over his boot and ultimately decided that she wanted him to fuck her. The Knight grabbed her hair and shoved his cock in deeper, cumming in her mouth. “I want every drop swallowed.” She swallowed immediately, opening her mouth and showing. “Good girl.” he praised, he touched her face rubbing her cheek. He picked her up and placed her on the bed, which she didn't realize until now had a Care Bear on it. “Your little Robin told me how much you love your Care Bears and since I'm never gonna let you go I stole it from your bedroom.” The Knight mocked.

He's been in my room?

“W-What?” she was terrified, and her whole body started shaking. “Why do you want me?” She put the emphasis on me.

“I thought you would be a great slave for me.” he chimed. He grabbed the same knife as before and started cutting the rest of the Batgirl suit, starting from the top of the crotch up to her neck. Once he got the top cut off he worked on getting her out. When she was fully out she started trying to run away from him, and immediately got pulled back by the Knight. He slapped her and held her down at her wrists. “Stop trying to run, you can't.”

Seeing her in her bra and her pretty little panties, she had a yellow sports bra on, and a tiny pair of cheeky panties with little yellow daisies all over, with an embroidered daisy on the front. “Oh, Belle. I didn't know that these were this pretty or else I would have gotten you out of that suit a long time ago.” He was enamored, staring at the tiny piece of fabric that was soaking wet. Her panties couldn't hold anymore and all of her arousal was trickling down her thighs. “You're soaked, Belle.” Seeing how wet she was for him got him rock-hard. “Too bad you won’t be needing underwear anymore.” he snickered. He let go of her wrists and put his knee on her stomach making sure she couldn't try an escape again. He started taking off her bra and as soon as it was up high enough her large breasts fell out. “Look at those pretty tits, so big and perky.” He threw the bra across the room and started groping her breasts. He moved on and got off of her and held her down with his hand on his stomach. He pulled off the panties slowly wanting to make her squirm. Her whole face was bright red. He took them off after what felt like hours and stuffed them in his pocket.

He started looking at her body and was eyeing her waist and saw scars littered across her skin. He then looked at the rest of her body and saw that her whole body was covered in self-inflicted wounds. “Oh, Belle. Why would you do this to yourself?” he asked, his voice modulator covering up how sad he was seeing his princess covered in scars. She tried covering up her body feeling embarrassed and ashamed. “It's my fault he's dead. I deserve to be in pain, I deserve to be punished.” She started crying, putting her hands up to her face to cover her tears. He moved her hands to uncover and looked at her. “It's not your fault Belle.”

“You don't have to do any of that to your body anymore, you won’t be allowed to have sharp objects under my watch. I'm gonna make you feel amazing and get you all cockdrunk. What do you say, Princess? You wanna thank Daddy for rescuing you from Bruce? So you can be Daddy’s little slave forever and never have to go outside again? I can bring you everything you want and need.”

Bruce?

[thewriterg]

♡︎𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲♡︎

pairing(s): Two Bit Matthews x gn!reader, Dallas Winston x twin!reader, Curtis Gang x reader

Summary: Dating Two-bit was a roller costar and it takes for you to step into a trap to finally snap watching the chaos in the Curtis household was the best revenge you could get.

Word count: 1.1k

Request(s): Can I request Curtis gang x reader where Y/N starts a prank war by drawing dicks on Two-Bit's back windshield with window chalk and not telling anyone they did it. —anon

Warning(s): Overprotective siblings, mentions of Slyvia, prank wars, sarcastic reader, kisses, pet names, and language

A/n:—GIFs aren’t mine— Okay so I just choose Gn reader bc this one didn’t specify and this was so fun to write! And ofc I put a little too much backstory into a simple image but that’s what makes me me lol

The stupid war had started with Steve and Soda something about Soda taking a part away from Steve’s car causing it to malfunction that you couldn’t be bothered to care about

Actually you were never one to care about such petty things such as the wars the boys had found their self finding being Dally’s sibling you were actually more alike than you both were willing to admit

Or even how you were both overly protective over one another Dally being twenty minutes older than you and didn’t quite let you forget it especially when you had revealed that you a Two-bit were in a relationship

Or even how you were both overly protective over one another Dally being twenty minutes older than you and didn’t quite let you forget it especially when you had revealed that you a Two-bit were in a relationship

But you were no different neither of you were ones to get in relationships and even when it came to your flings or one night-stands you didn’t let up and when it came to Slyvia breaking your brothers heart you didn’t take it lightly

Let’s just say things were damaged. Car windows smashed. Tires slashed. Houses were egged, tp’d, and spray painted. Just utter chaos but what more could you expect from a Winston

It took Dal some time to warm up to Two not because of the fact he didn’t know him but being in denial of one of the guys your guys dating his sibling

But you ended up having a heart to heart semi screaming match and Dally finally gave you both his blessing not that you were going to act as if your relationship depended on it you were stubborn. It was just you Winston way but it was still nice to have your brothers approval

Now you were here drawing some pretty good looking dicks on your boyfriends cars windshield in the early hours of the morning with some white a black chalk you had stole picked up from the Markets window that they used to advertise weekly sales

Now how you got yourself in this position was quite simple

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You were getting ready for work in the early hours of morning as everyone slept soundly in Curtis household everyone had slept over making themselves comfortable on the floor, sharing the couch, or even in Darry chair that wasn’t at comfortable as he claimed

You and Two-bit had shared the couch with many groans and complaints from Dally and Pony occasionally joining in on the teasing

Johnny and Ponyboy had shared his bed because Soda had insisted staying up with Steve to play Cards they made themselves a comfortable pallet fort of pillow Darry slept in his own bed per usual and blankets on the floor while Dallas slept in the recliner chair

You were the only one who had to go to work that day a quick four hour shift you had no one to cover now you and your brother usually got by with stealing, lying, very illegal car races, and plain ole betting’s

But you had took the fall for something your dear ole Dal had did and got the choice of five years probation with no drinking and smoking or you could get a part time legal job to show court records something about occupying the access free time you had on your hands that got you into trouble

But it was simple enough you were a cashier at the DX working with Steve and Soda you could care less about the job someone could come in the store threatening to burn it down while stealing every penny from the cash register and you would barely bat an eye

So you’d kiss Two bit on his forehead not one for PDA even if quite literally everyone around you were unconscious snores abruptly bouncing of the walls around the room you’d still settled for what you did before getting in the shower

Getting out you decided to clean up your appearance trimming the ends of your hair that Darry uses taking the access hair sweeping it I to the small trash can that sat next to the side of the sink

You grabbed the old blow dryer under the sink plugging it up into the socket next to the light switch you turned on the switch to be met with a face full of flour that indeed got into every nook and cranny you didn’t even know you had as the sound of the old door connected to the frames hinges got your attention for you to turn and look to get a full view of the living room your boyfriends mouth slightly agape as he along with a fraction of the gang slept peacefully as an idea sprung to your mind

So there you were drawing dicks on your boyfriends truck cracking a few eggs that began to sizzling in Tulsa’s morning heat for good measure before grabbing your bag and walking to work with a smirk on your face in a pep in your step

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Opening the door to Curtis household was quite a site to come home to it was only 2:30 in the afternoon still quite early to being seeing what you were

Everyone was in a bunch that formed a lopsided circle yelling and screaming at each other you couldn’t get clear words from the conversation but you didn’t have a rough time figuring what it was about

“What if Y/n/n did it?!? Their the ones up the earliest” Steve stated as all attention shifted toward you while you couldn’t help but roll your eyes

“Oh come on Randle! You’re so desperate to get out of it you’re gonna blame my girl/boy/significant other!? You know they stay out of our shit” Two bit defended you locked eyes with Steve

“And for your information Steven I woke up late this morning and wouldn’t have all that time to do whatever it is you’re talking about.” You added on you were a good liar, a great liar even most people would’ve slipped up and would’ve said something about Twos car but it was getting an oil change and some needed washing at the DX and not in the driveway

You sat on the end of the couch your spot everyone knew not to sit in watching as the gang argued in Chaos hell even Darry did a little hollerin to get his point across. The only who sat off the loop beside you was Johnny sighing for the fifth time In one hour

Being silent and deadly was sooo fun

[spikedhe4rt]

Word Count: 957

A/N: This was a request so I hope you enjoy. I haven't written fluff in a while so im sorry if it's rough. My request box is always open and I love you guys <3

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

"Move asshole" I groaned as Steve sat next to me on the couch. He rolled his eyes, remaining in my space. "You're being such a B-" A loud voice came roaring from the kitchen, almost causing a echo through out the Curtis house. " Language, Steve!" Darry. I laughed at Steve getting called out by Darry. My laugh was hard to miss causing Darry to tell me to shut up too.

Ive known the gang for a long time, especially with Dallas being my brother. Most people think that he must have such a soft spot for me but truth is he's still him. Annoying as shit just in big brother form. Me and Steve never got along. He always acted weird towards me for no reason and I just return the favor.

I stuck my middle finger up to Steve and kicked him off the couch, causing a loud thud. "What the hell was that?" Soda exclaimed from the hallway. "I kicked the cow off the couch" I exclaimed with a laugh. Two-bit who was sitting on the floor with a beer busted out laughing with me. Steve pulled himself off the floor, mumbling something as he walked over to Soda.

It seemed like we could never go day without arguing or a fight. We even fight at the Dx while working: "Thats not how you're supposed to restock those." Steve said from behind me. I shrugged acting like I didn't feel his breath on my neck from how close he was. "Seems right to me. Leave me be, Randle." I continued to restock the candy till I felt Steve grab my hand and spin me around.

"You're still doing it wrong" his voice got lower, as he had me again the wall. I rolled my eyes. Men are so sensitive... "Really? All this over restocking candy? Get a grip, Steven" I spit my words like they were poison. "Screw you, Winston" I laughed at his words as he let go and walked away.

We kept our distance for the most part but it tends to get hard when the whole gang wants to hang out together. And when we run into each-other randomly. Sometimes I don't even get the point of why we're arguing we just do.

One thing is that we both know when something too far, subjects that are off limits. Its almost as if that we are protective of each other's feelings in a way.

Dallas and Soda live for the drama but sometimes even they get fed up. Once, me and him were arguing about whether Steves tattoo is dumb or not. It is. Dallas came over smacked the back of our heads and said "Do you guy ever shut the hell up?" then walked out. I was absolutely flabbergasted at that.

Even tho were "enemies" as Steve calls it, Ive wondered what it would be like if we weren't. If he hadn't acted like a asshole all the time, I wouldn't be one too.

                                ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

It was my shift at the Dx. Today was Sodas off day so I was left with Steve. He was nagging at everything I was doing. "You're doing it wrong" , "Shut the hell up, Randle" , "Ive worked here longer than you", and "And yet, I'm still better at my job than you'll ever be" were being thrown across the room. After I said my last words, I walked into the back to get away from him. God, he is insufferable!

After about five minutes, I heard the storage room open. I rolled my eyes for the 5th time this  shift because I knew who it was. "Can you do your job" Steve said to me. I flipped him off and got up, stepping in front of him. "Can you stop running your mouth, asshole?" I pushed him lightly. He looked unamused as I pushed him again.

He rolled his eyes at me before grabbing my wrist and backing me up into the same wall as last time. Unbelievable...I scoffed at him "How many times are you gonna push me against this wall before you actually do something? You're a pussy." He scanned my face, examining my reaction.

We stared at each other for a couple seconds, like we were unable to speak. Once we made, eye contact it was over, his lips desperately attaching to mine. My arms came around his shoulders making him pull into me more. I felt myself being lifted lightly off the ground as Steves hands went down to my waist, signaling for me to wrap my legs around him.

Our kiss was fierce and filled with pure ecstasy, making our feelings that were always hate into love. Or thats what we thought at first but they were always love, it just felt like it needed to be hate because it couldn't be expressed well enough yet. It feels better to be on right side of it now.

We pulled away breathless, my teeth lightly catching lip bottom left before it truly ended. My head fell down to his chest, laughing as I realized what we had just done. When I looked back up, I was met with his smirking face. "I hate you so much, Randle." I joked.

Steve pulled me into another kiss, his hand coming to my face to deepen it. " Y'know, Ive liked you since we were kids. I just didn't know how to express it. I want to apologize for the past few years. Let me take you out, to make up for it?" He said looking down ashamed. 

I smiled at his words. "I forgive you, I guess. Now kiss me." For once, we actually had a good conversation.

[plutoccult]

heavily considering writing stray kids content thanks to @intorder so if you catch me dropping skz x reader one shots in the future… you know why

[branchifr]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35400871/chapters/88238533

Absolutely despise this fic. Its nothing to me. Never hated reading something so much before.i hope the author burns in hell. I fucking hate it. Disgusting. (very loud incorrect buzzing)

Also some theories (wouldnt call it exactly theories) abt the chapters, so i recommend not reading them if u don't want to get spoilers. Yeah.

One pic didn't fit so ill gonna post it in next blog yay!

[sunshinebingo]

This took me an embarrassingly long time to write but I finally did it. This fic is a gift to @headcanonheadcase who was one of the first writers that made me fall in love with fanfiction. And is also the one who opened my eyes to the wonders of Gwyn/Ithan. @headcanonheadcase dear, what you do for this fandom (and all the others you write for) is incredible. You are amazing!!

CRACKSHIP ALERT

Pairing: Gwyneth Berdara/Ithan Holstrom Synopsis: Ithan remembers the important events in his relationship with his red wolf, Gwyn, from how it started to where they are now. A recollection of little moments that they shared together. Word Count: 5.7k Warning: A tiny bit of smut

Important A/N: I started writing this waaay before hofas was released so this fic does not follow any canon event past HoSaB. It's not a 'hofas canon-divergence', it's just me posting a crackship fanfic after having it in my drafts for half a year.

Read on Ao3 or proceed below the cut for a snippet

Day 8

“I’m Gwyneth. Gwyn. It’s very nice to meet you,” she shook the hand that he had extended to her after introducing himself. Ithan thanked all the Gods above that he had not gaped at her again like a fool. He had been bracing himself for a conversation with her since he caught a glimpse of her bright hair as she was entering the Prime’s office.

“So, you are new here?” he asked as though he had not already secretly asked everyone at the Den for information about her. He had learned that Gwyneth had just arrived in Lunathion with the intention of settling here. Her grandparents were apparently related to the Prime himself. What had struck Ithan the most had been learning that she was a lone wolf, just like he had been before, even if he was now the only wolf in his pack consisting of an angel, some Fae, a mer, a deer shifter and even a dragon and some fire sprites.

“I am. I live near the Old Square, a few blocks away from the White Raven.”

“Really?” he replied a bit too excitedly before clearing his voice and continuing more calmly. “I mean, I live near the Old Square too.”

The smile that spread on her face could have rivaled the sun ahead. “That’s great. Um… maybe we’ll cross path someday. I mean…” she rambled. Was she nervous too? Ithan thought.

“Not that we aren’t already crossing paths at the Den already,” she added with a laugh while indicating the building behind them.

Ithan noticed the way that she was twisting a strand of hair between her fingers and how she could not stand still. She was nervous too. Somehow, that made him a little less tense.

He has admitted to Gwyn, months and months later, that their encounter on that day had not been accidental at all. He had confessed that he might have forsaken more urgent matters to wait until she would leave the Prime’s office. The tongue-lashing he had gotten from his roommates for being late for what they had planned later that day had been totally worth it.

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Day 10

“Hello there,” a melodious voice drawled behind him. Ithan turned on the stool he was sitting on at the bar of the White Raven to find Gwyn smiling at him.

If he was not already seated, his first look at her would have made him fall on his ass. Gwyn was glowing in a green velvet dress that clung to her and accentuated all the dips and curves of her body. The makeup she had dusted on her eyelids sparkled beneath the flashing lights of the club, making it impossible not to look at her eyes.

“You look…” damn him and his habit of being speechless in her presence. “You are…” he tried and failed again.

Gwyn erupted in laughter at his flustered state. “I think I will take that as a compliment,” she said as she sat on the empty stool beside him.

“Sorry,” Ithan shook his head, “You are stunning.” Phew. See? That wasn’t so hard to say, he thought.

Gwyn’s cheeks started to flush and Ithan was momentarily mesmerised by the way it made her freckles stand out. “Thank you. And you are very handsome as well.”

Ithan was certain that the heat spreading across his face was close to turning him as red as her hair. Gwyn ordered three drinks and turned back to him.

‘’They’re not all for me,’’ she explained when she noticed his raised eyebrows. She pointed at a blond Fae and a brunette angel on the dance floor. ‘’I came with my sisters.’’

His face must have given away his puzzlement concerning her odd family because Gwyn snorted then proceeded to tell him about her chosen sisters.

A drink was placed in front of him. But instead of making his way towards his table where his own found family was, Ithan stayed at the bar, chatting with Gwyn over the loud music. Either her sisters had forgotten about their drinks, or they did not want to cut their conversation short because, as they talked and talked, Gwyn ended up drinking all three cocktails she had ordered while Ithan kept ordering more for himself. He only took note of the time when he turned around at some point and found that all those he had come with were already gone.

That night, Ithan had talked more than he ever had with anyone else in his entire life. He remembers vividly how she had been the only thing on his mind when he was staring at his ceiling before he fell asleep in the early morning. He had a crush on Gwyn. One that went from little to massive in a matter of one training session with the Aux.

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[quicksilversg1rl]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Warren Lipka x Fem Reader 

a/n: This is my first fic on Tumblr so please bear with me 💋

Warnings: angst

You were in deep shit. Ever since you and Warren became friends you vowed to yourself that you wouldn't catch feelings for him, that you wouldn't fall into the stereotype of ‘the girl best friend is always in love with the boy best friend’ and for most of your high school career you hadn't. Fast forward to college, your previous boy best friend had moved to the other side of the world so naturally the two of you drifted, you were still friends but not best friends.

Then you met Warren. 

You still remember the day so clearly; you were sitting during one of your lectures, ‘listening’ attentively to your professor when this guy stumbled in late causing everyone in the lecture hall to look at him. You were sat right at the back far from everyone else hoping to not have an interaction with any of the other students when the boy stumbled up towards you and sat in the seat right next to you.

You immediately tensed up, fearing that the mystery boy would interact with you, and just as the thought popped into your head the stranger tapped your shoulder.

“Hi uh sorry to ask you this but where are we in the lesson?” You just looked at him and slowly turned your laptop towards him to show him that you weren't even listening to the professor, you were reading one of your favourite books, Little Women.

He let out a little laugh before leaning in closer to get a better look at the book you were reading. 

He looked as if he recognized the book, so you asked, “Have you read Little Women?”

“Oh God no, I think the last time I read a book was in the 6th grade.” he said which caused a laugh to escape your mouth. You hadn't realized how loud it was because as you looked up everyone in the lecture hall was staring up at you and the mystery boy. This caused the both of you to laugh, luckily the lesson ended just as the both of you had calmed down from laughing and you walked out together. 

“My names Warren by the way.”

“Y/n.” You said smiling.

And that was how you and Warren became friends. 

Fast forward to now. Two years later. 

You, Warren and Spencer were in the car on the way to a party. You were the designated driver as you knew both Warren and Spencer were planning on getting high and probably drinking a lot of alcohol. 

The three of you reached the party and you could hear the music blasting from inside the house. There were people all over the front lawn, making out, chugging different types of alcohol or people that were simply passed out.

You all made your way inside the house and walked towards the kitchen area. As the boys grabbed cups you spotted a few of your friends across the room and wanted to go say hi to them. 

You tugged on Warren’s shirt as the music was too loud for him to hear you.

Once he noticed he leant down to try and hear you better, as he did this one of his arms wrapped around the small of your back. The action made the blood in your face rush towards your cheeks. You had no idea why you were getting so flustered; this was something Warren regularly did. Maybe it had something to do with the way he was looking down at you or the fact that you were head over heels in love with him, who knows?

“I’m gonna go say hi to a few of my friends real quick, okay?”

“Okay cool just don’t disappear for too long.” He said patting your back as you smiled up at him.

You pulled away from him and made your way to your other friends.

You talked to them for a little while before making your way back to Warren and Spencer. Once you reached the spot the three of you were in before, you spotted the two boys downing shots and cheering at the top of their lungs for God knows what. A few people had gathered around them, so you made your way through them to get to Warren. Once Warren’s eyes caught sight of you, a huge smile had plastered itself onto his face. 

“Heyyyy Y/n where were you?” He said slurring a few of his words. Clearly that shot was not their first. You looked over at Spencer and he was just standing there smiling, clearly buzzed. 

“You okay Spence?”

He never gave you an answer, just a wonky smile and a thumbs up.

Before you could even say anything further to Spencer, Warren had slumped his body on top of yours.

“Warren please get off of me, you're way too heavy sorry.” You said, holding the boy in your arms.

“Y/nnnnn I’m hungry could you pleaseeee make me a grilled cheese sandwich, please please please pleaseeee.”

“Warren, I can’t make you a grilled cheese sandwich just-” but before you could even finish your sentence, he was at the kitchen counter taking shots with spencer and a few other people.

You took this as your opportunity to quickly use the bathroom, not thinking you’d be gone for too long.

And you weren't. Once you were done you made your way downstairs but was quickly pulled to the side by one of your girl friends. She pulled you towards the rest of the group and the conversation quickly started up. The girls and you had been talking for so long you completely forgot you were supposed to go back to the two boys you were basically looking after. You pulled your phone from out your jacket pocket and checked the time. It was nearing 4am. You hadn't realized how long you had been away, so you quickly bid your goodbyes to your friends and made your way to the spot you last saw the boys and as expected they weren't there.

You quickly searched around the bottom floor of the house and spotted Spencer asleep on one of the couches in the living room. You made your way towards him and lightly tapped his cheek trying to get him to wake up. His eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Hey Spencer, no-no stay awake for me, okay? Now do you know where Warren is?”

He let out a bunch of words none of them making sense and then closed his eyes again. You realized you weren't going to get any answers from Spencer, so you lightly slapped him across the cheek and slung his arm around your neck, trying to get him up from the couch. You slowly but surely got him up and made your way towards your car. You put Spencer in the back seat and then quickly locked the car and made your way inside the house again to look for Warren.

You had decided to check upstairs and once you reached the second bathroom; you walked in on a guy and a girl making out. Before you could close the door, they turned towards you, and you realized that the guy was Warren. It felt almost as if your heart had sunken to your stomach, so you quickly exited the bathroom muttering a quiet ‘sorry’. You could feel the tears brimming at your eyes but quickly made sure they weren't visible when you heard Warren’s voice calling after you.  

You turned towards him and plastered on a fake smile. 

“Sorry for interrupting but I just wanted to come find you since it’s getting really late, Spencer already in the car but if you’re gonna stay here that's cool just needed to come find you.”

“Oh, hey no I’m still coming home with you let me just tell her I’m not coming back.” he said slurring a few of his words once again.

You just smiled and watched as he made his way towards the bathroom again. 

Once he was inside you heard the girl shout something along the lines of ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ and then Warren quickly slipped out. As he was making his way towards you the girl stepped out of the bathroom and gave you the dirtiest look you have ever gotten since fucking high school. You reciprocated the dirty look as well as moving your hands in a jerking off motion and then eventually flipping the bird. She rolled her eyes and made her way into one of the rooms.

You and Warren made your way to your car in silence and once you reached it you both got in without saying a word. You looked to the backseat to check up on Spencer and he was still fast asleep.

As you were making your way towards your apartment Warren spoke up, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“Hey Y/n that-that girl and I aren't anything okay?”

“Warren, you don't need to explain yourself, that's your personal life, has nothing to do with me besides we’re just friends right so no need to explain anything.” 

He opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it and just sat back.

It had been a few days since that night and truth be told you had been avoiding Warren trying to clear your head and deal- suppress-with your feelings alone.

Warren on the other hand was going nuts. Since the two of you had met, there had not been one day where you didn't talk and since the night of the party you and Warren hadn't spoken for two days. He had called Spencer so many times trying to figure out why you two weren't talking. Usually, he didn't care when someone was mad at him or ignoring him, but it was different with you. His heart couldn't stand you being mad at him, it absolutely broke him.

Suddenly Warren had found himself in front of your door frantically knocking on it.

You quickly made your way towards the door and once you saw who was behind it your heart dropped once again.

“Can I come in?”

“Yea of course.” you said not really wanting to deal with all of this right now.

“Look Y/n are we okay? I just- it feels like you’re mad at me and I’m sorry for whatever it is I’ve done, and I promise I’ll make it up to you just please talk to me!” he said grabbing ahold of your hands.

You truly felt like shit. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel as if he had done something wrong.

“Warren, you didn't do anything wrong I just needed some space to deal with my emotions and shit I was just getting into my head too much.” you said playing with your fingers knowing you weren’t telling the whole truth.

“Bullshit! You’re lying and do not even try and spin me another shit story just tell me the fucking truth! Please.”

The corners of your eyes stung as tears brimmed them.

“I’m not lying Warren I-”

“Stop it, just stop it. I know you’re lying because you do this thing with your hands when you’re lying and you’re doing it right fucking now!”

He was right. It was an awful habit of yours. When you were younger you could never lie to your mother as she’d immediately see you playing with your fingers, and she’d know that you were lying.

“FUCK IT! You wanna hear the truth, Warren? Well, here it is. I LIKE YOU! So, fucking much and seeing you with that blonde chick the other night hurt so fucking much but I couldn't even be hurt because we were never anything and I felt so fuckin’ stupid I just needed to be alone. So there that's all of it you happy now???”

You hadn’t realized how much of a relief it was to finally get that off your chest. 

You looked towards Warren wiping a tear that had managed to escape. He just stood there and next thing you know he was smiling and laughing. 

You felt yourself grow angry; you were confessing your feelings to him, and he was just standing there laughing? What the fuck?

“Oh, of course this is funny to you. Seriously fuck you, Warren.”

You turned around and was making your way to your room when Warren grabbed your arms and brought you flush against his chest. Before you could even protest against him, he smashed his lips against yours.

Your eyes widened and before you could get lost in the kiss you pulled away and pushed against his chest.

“What the fuck Warren? Why-” 

“God Y/n I have liked you since the first time I layed eyes on you, which wasn’t in that lecture hall. It was when I saw you leaving campus like a few days before and I immediately thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. That’s why I decided to sit next to you that day when I came late. I needed to get to know you and once I did, I realized you were as beautiful on the inside as you were out and I told myself even if I can’t be with you in the way I wanted to, I at least wanted to be your friend.”

Your eyes widened in surprise; you were speechless. You had never ever heard Warren speak like that before, about anyone.

“And all those other girls meant nothing to me, they were a mere distraction so I could focus less on my unreciprocated feelings for you.” 

You just found yourself standing there and all you could do was laugh.

You couldn't believe how dumb the two of you were.

Warren began to laugh with you and before you knew it you were moving closer to him and leaning into his chest. 

Once he calmed down, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your head slowly making your head look up at his.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you and being so blind to all of this.”

“And I’m sorry for not making my hints more obvious. I Like you a lot Y/n, more than I like weed.”

You laughed at his statement before he leant down to press another kiss on your lips.

The two of you spent the rest of the day content in each other's arms, watching movies, cuddling and making out. Making out quite a lot. :)

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a/n: I did not mean to make it this long lmao, but I got carries away! Let me know what you think about it and leave some requests if you have. I’m probably going to be writing for most of Evan’s characters too so yea and if you guys want to be added to a tag list for these fics just let me know below.

Thanks for reading <3 

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New story about the new characters of AFK: Eugene & Gavus. Enjoy~

Still a work in progress, but I do believe the results are getting better, bit by bit. Come and read, if you want~