#but they broke up! they called off the engagement before they ever even set a date. so. Who Knows.

[spider-man-2o99]

miguel is constantly telling people not to call him “mr. o’hara” in the comics, because that name was his father’s... (from an in-universe perspective) i wonder if he was planning on just taking dana’s last name when they got married, or anything similar

#talking tag #spider-man 2099 #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #gabriel o'hara #dana d'angelo #george o'hara #marvel #comics #comic panels #cuz like i Could very genuinely see mig just dece #*deciding it is a good quote-unquote Fresh Start. a good simple easy way to not have 2 be miguel ohara anymore. technically. #but they broke up! they called off the engagement before they ever even set a date. so. Who Knows.

[roseykat]

TITLE: Venom Biter

PAIRING: Minho x reader

SUMMARY: The end of a relationship between you and Minho turns as sour as it could ever get. A lovers to enemies trope.

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate every single interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work or page whatsoever.

TAGS: breakups, hate sex, post-breakup sex, unprotected sex, swearing, angst, manhandling, push and shove, spitting, choking, oral sex (f!reader receiving), angst, strong hints of degradation, use of degrading names such as 'slut' and 'whore'.

A/N: this was originally meant to be for one of the days I had planned for Kinktober but I was up to my neck in work and I didn't want to post something sort of half-assed so I had to hone down on most of the work for this piece.

MASTERLIST

“Broke up?” Chan’s eyes refuse to blink. “You two broke up!?”

His confused filled stare shoots for the direction of his best friend, Minho, who quietly sits opposite him across the table. He looks slightly withdrawn or…off colour. It can’t have been the gruelling two hour lecture they finished before heading out to lunch. If it were that, Minho would be complaining his head off saying how boring it was or cursing himself for not changing his minor earlier. 

He’s just not his usual self. In other social settings, he could talk until the cows came home. But the entire hour that they’ve spent together at lunch, Chan has been doing all the conversing and only receiving vague one-word answers. It wasn’t until he asked what was up with Minho that his friend dished out the news that he and his girlfriend - you, had split up.

“Why?” Chan proceeds, still swimming in shock.

A sigh leaves Minho’s mouth. He truly doesn’t feel like revisiting this subject. When he even thinks about the answer, all he can recall is the firey shouting match you both had the day things crumbled. 

“It’s messy,” he replies with a cloudy and ambiguous answer. 

“If you talk about it, then it might help you make sense of it all.”

He groans this time, “I really, really don’t want to do that. What’s done is done.” 

“Done?” Chan questions, still not letting up on an interrogation. “You were in a relationship with Y/N, for years. You guys talked about a whole future together. That’s not something you just sweep under the rug and forget about.”

If there’s one thing he almost did forget about, it’s that you were friends with him - not just Chan, but the seven others as well. After all, it was Minho who introduced you to those select people whom he calls his brothers. They would’ve found out eventually if Minho refrained from telling them who you were dating all those years ago.

Though naturally, you became very close with them. 

“We’ve both chosen to do that so there’s nothing really much left to dispute.”

Chan’s eyebrows furrow, realising he left out a crucial question to the situation, “why did you guys break up in the first place?”

Minho feels like he’s going to run out of sighs, “she doesn’t love me anymore and I don’t love her anymore. That’s literally all there is to it.” 

“You’re telling me you both fell out of love - at the same time,” Chan responds, still having a difficult time trying to comprehend his friend's situation.

“Pretty much,” Minho confirms with a nod. 

Chan finds that extremely hard to believe from his friend - the very person who would enter a different realm whenever he was in a five centimetre radius of you. His eyes would glaze over as if he were possessed; always fixated on you, he’d smile more than he usually would, and was comfortable in the space around you. 

There had to be another reason, surely. 

But it had almost been three weeks since Chan dissected the news out of Minho, and it was almost like pulling teeth trying to dive for the details. Each attempt was as fruitless as the next and in the end, Chan just plucked the same answers.

Regardless, it seemed to play out better than expected. Minho saved himself from having to dish out explanations as to why you wouldn’t be around anymore. As a result, telling Chan was the best option and since the others didn’t know, Minho was okay with him telling them so that he didn’t have to. 

In saying that, Minho left out very central details of what happened leading up to the breakup. He never mentioned the constant fighting, the lying, the false accusations, the shouting matches, up until the point where you were both swimming in the toxicity the pair of you created. 

He also absconded from the fact to Chan that not only did you both separate, but you’ve also both come to view the other differently and not through a good lens. Minho shouted it in your face the other day to which you did the same; ��I hate you.” And that was that.

But his friends probably didn’t need to know all of that. 

Since that day, you’ve been in the process of trying to find an apartment for yourself which isn’t easy. You want to remain in town and not too far out so that you don’t have a long commute to work, and at the same time, you don't want to break the bank trying to find a nice place to rent in the city. All in all, it was tough, but you were ready to just leave. 

Having packed up the majority of your stuff in boxes, all you had to do was wait for landlords to contact you back about possible vacant apartments. Thankfully Minho was lenient in allowing you to stay until you found a place. 

You slept in the spare room, mainly keeping to yourself and the boxes of things surrounding the space. Occasionally you would have to lock yourself in there and throw on some noise-cancelling headphones whenever Minho brought around another woman to sleep with.

It was his house, you knew that and now that you have no ties to him and he’s letting you stay, it was never your place to question his actions. 

Still, that could never lessen the hurt. It was painful which is why you hated him so much. You don’t know how a person could move on so quickly after so many years of being told how much you’re loved. It was like he never meant it. With that being said, when you eventually managed to find a decent place, you were free from Minho. 

All of your items were ready to be moved out, taking a couple of days to actually get them to your new place. In the tiring process, you also had to factor in your work schedule which meant it would take longer to continue moving your stuff. Nonetheless, you had the majority of your boxes out of Minho's house with only a few remaining that you needed to swing by and pick up.

"Something wrong?" he wears a blank look on his face when you arrive on the doorstep to his house.

"Some of my stuff is still here, can I come in to grab it please?" You ask politely. He gives a silent answer in return by opening his door wider for you to walk in before he goes back to whatever it was he was doing.

You make your way into the spare room where the last of your things remain, but there is one odd detail you notice as you approach the items. What was supposed to be taped down lids to the boxes had in fact been opened; not in the state you had originally left it in. 

"Minho," you call out, hoping he heard you.

Sure enough, he did. Minho walks into the spare room with a puzzled expression, wondering why he's been summoned, "what?"

“Why are these open?” You ask, lifting one box off of the other to check if the rest were open as well. “Half of my stuff isn’t in here.”  

“You were coming back for those?” he replies with a question. 

“What the hell else would I be coming back here for?” 

“That's what I thought when you got here,” he says. “I thought it was for other things that you left behind, not ones in these boxes."

Your eyes never leave his face, tracking any sudden shifts in his muscles to try to figure out if he’s actually telling the truth or not. Even though you and Minho aren’t together, you're sure he wouldn't do anything malicious out of spite.

“So why is half my stuff missing?” 

Minho pinches the bridge of his nose, “I thought you didn’t need any of it and that you left it here on purpose for me to deal with or throw out.” 

“So what…” you trail off, expecting his answer. Minho hesitates for a few moments, sitting on the fence about whether he should actually tell you or not. But the least he can do right now is be honest. 

“I told the…girl I bought around the other day that if she wanted anything-“ 

“No you fucking didn’t.” 

“-she could have whatever was left in the boxes,” Minho finishes the rest of his sentence which would’ve been better for you not to hear. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you for leaving them behind in the first place!” Minho argues back, trying to defend himself here even though he knows he’s in the wrong. “You were gone for a few days Y/N, I thought you just left!” 

“I never left them behind! I told you how long it was going to take my things to move!” You shout at him, tears brimming your eyes. “Now my stuff…”

The hurt genuinely sets in. Minho feels a sharp stab of pain in his chest when he sees how visibly upset you are. He knows that he’s been nothing short of a dickhead within the past month and now he’s gone and made things worse. It’s no point in him now to say that it was an honest mistake.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know, truly.”

You shove him backwards into the dresser, knocking down some of the empty photo frames that were once homes for pictures of you and Minho, “you’re not sorry. You’re the fucking worst.”

Taken aback by your actions, Minho turns behind him to see the frames flat on the surface then looks back at you, “seriously Y/N, I would not have done that out of spite.”

“But it’s the fact that you still did it!” You raise your voice at him and shove him back again. “You didn’t bother calling or texting me about it when you should’ve!” 

Minho predicts your next move and catches your arms to stop you from pushing him back impossibly further into the dresser. He shoves you back, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed which causes you to land on it behind you.

Before the surprise kicks in, Minho is kneeling on top of you, nearly straddling your lower half as he starts pinning your arms to the side of your head. Yet with a split second of momentum to break free, you struggle but manage to flip the tables and pin Minho on his back. 

You mount his hips before your mouth comes down to kiss Minho so aggressively that it takes him a moment to react. With any other woman that he’s slept with so far, he would allow them to be on top. But because it’s you, and supposedly hates your guts, not to mention his untapped pride, it’s not going to happen. So Minho fights back, kissing and biting nearly every part of your upper body in the process until you’re under him. 

He sucks large, deep, red hickies into the skin of your neck, in places where everyone would be able to see them. Minho would want people to know that you’re just a whore he uses. Especially for the next guy you sleep with who would go down on you and see the myriad of hickies that Minho would eventually put between your thighs when he rips your pants down. 

“Wanna play this fucking game with me,” he rasps before yanking down your off. 

Despite being a dickhead Minho will still eat you out for prep. But it’s not soft and teasing when he does go down on you. It’s tongue and finger fucking you until you’re dizzy from how hard you’re about to cum. It gives you the opportunity to pull and tug on his hair until his scalp starts burning, forcing you to be as vocal as you’ve ever been. 

His fingers curl up into that sensitive spot while his tongue and mouth work simultaneously. He’s always been good at giving head, but unusually better now that he’s relatively angry. In the back of your mind, you supposed it helped having not slept with anyone for a month, making it easier to reach that peak of delicious, eye-rolling ecstasy. 

“Fuck!” you scream out, voice projecting throughout the room as Minho sucks on your clit. “Fuck you…you’re gonna make me cum.” 

Those words are something Minho could never get tired of hearing you say. Even in the headspace that he’s in now, he wants nothing more than to hear how good he’s making your body feel. However, he doesn’t need verbal confirmation from you to know that you’re about to cum. When your walls seize and clamp around his fingers, when you’re trembling around his head, Minho knows what that means. 

The quick drag of his fingers is only light work for him, pumping at a pace that has you panting to try and keep up with it. As a result, it’s not long before Minho brings you to your sweet release; a toe-curling burst of euphoria that has you silently creaming around his fingers. 

He has no patience for you to descend from your orgasm, sucking his fingers clean as he pulls away from your pussy. He gets to unbuckling his belt faster than he can even comprehend that this is still happening. 

“H-Hurry,” you whine, trying to quell the hunger for Minho’s cock while you wait.

His eyes squeeze shut, hissing as he coats his length with your slick, “shut the fuck up.”

Despite being in a haze post-orgasm, you manage to sit up quickly to turn and push Minho down by his shoulders. You find yourself straddling his hips once more, reaching down and behind for his cock, aligning it with your hole. Minho allows you to work for it yourself, watching his cock vanish by the second as you sink down. 

“Mmm…f-fuck,,” you whine, unable to come to grips with how much you miss him filling you out. 

Taking a couple of slow strokes up and down allows you to realise that never in your wildest dreams could you ever imagine hate sex with Minho would be this…rough. Both of you pushing, shoving, and manhandling each other around, speaking to each other with such disregard for the other person's feelings – beyond the point of degradation.

“Come on,” Minho grunts, fingernails embedding themselves into your hips so that the indents remaining become as equally as vibrant as the hickies blooming on your neck. 

You look down at him with disgust before your hand lowers to his throat, choking him out by the sides of his neck. That familiar feeling of restriction to Minho forces him to repress his sick enjoyment of it, even more so when you start really riding him. 

“Fuck you,” you strain out, trying to assert some degree of control even though you’re battling with oversensitivity from your previous orgasm. 

You slam your hips down repeatedly, building up a good pace and rhythm that’s enough for small moans to force their way out of your mouth. With a cock like Minho’s, it’s impossible to keep quiet no matter how much you try. However, as you work for your own orgasm, you don’t want to give him any satisfaction by making him think that he’s the one doing it; yet in reality, he is. 

Nonetheless, you continue to use him just as much as he’s using you until the luxury of pleasure accelerates in the pit of your stomach. In saying that, it doesn’t take long for Minho to find that information out as you continue to ride him. The observation is clear-cut;

“Nobody’s fucked you since me haven’t they?” He asks you breathlessly, watching you roll your hips deliciously over his cock. “Know how I can tell? Because you keep fucking clenching around my dick.”

Your eyebrows furrow, struggling to find an answer for him because he is right and that’s not your fault, “s-so what? Want me to stop?” 

“Didn’t say that, did I?” He argues back, too proud to say ‘no’. “Just…just keep moving.”

A firm hand of yours catches his taut jaw, and while his mouth is open, you lean down and spit right in it. 

You curse right at him, “fuck you.” 

His eyes lock with yours and for a moment, Minho is shocked, but not in a bad way. In that moment you despised him so much that he made you do something a normal person would find disgusting. Although it’s not long before a sick smirk spreads across his face, failing to pretend as if he didn’t just enjoy that, swallowing it back. 

“Course you’d be into that you fucking whore,” he rasps, his body jolting every time your hips slam down. 

“I’m not the whore who’s taking it,” you snipe back at him. 

Your comment riles Minho, resulting in him nearly bucking you off his body before flipping you onto your stomach. He yanks both of your hands behind your back as something for him to latch onto when he pushes his cock back into you, and starts fucking hard and fast. 

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck…” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut. 

The new angle makes his dick slip in just that extra bit deeper, achieving a sensation which you miss all too much. With the amount of relentlessness that Minho puts behind his thrusts is nothing but a fast, brutal, and unforgiving type of fucking. He’s not holding back with you, no matter how much you hate him and he hates you, he will fuck you to tears.

“Such a fucking slut,” he drives forward nastily. “Needy, loud, slut.” 

Your choked moans and whimpers are typical responses to hearing him call you that name again. In bed, if you weren’t his lover, you were his slut. Minho wouldn’t care less if the bed broke beneath him trying to fuck you like the whore you always wanted him to treat you as. But it was phenomenal.  

Now, that’s only a distant memory clawing to come back. 

“Make me cum…make me fucking cum,” you demand, acknowledging how close you are to the cliff of ecstasy.

Minho's breathing picks up from hearing the pure desperation in your voice, and so does his pace. His only release is not but a minute away, respecting that and also his motive to continue rearranging your guts. 

Yet the possibility of keeping up any longer draws to a short term. Minho’s hold on your wrists behind your back becomes a solid death grip with no chance of escape until the wet heat from your pussy has his hips jumping out of rhythm. 

His head tilts to the sky, the pleasure screaming at him from the base of his cock, “y-yes, fuck I'm cumming.”

At that very instant, Minho’s release rocks him over. His hands let go of yours in lieu of grabbing onto your ass instead. The pain and sting of his fingernails scraping deep into your flash forces strained whimpers and mewls from your throat, helping to push you over the verge of your second orgasm. 

“Y-Yes, cumming, oh fuck-” you cry out with a shaky voice, stiffening while your hole seizes rhythmically around Minho’s length. 

The pleasure is throat-gripping, making you forget the words to express how good you feel. Except, in the vapour of your orgasmic haze, you still don't want to accept the fact that it's Minho who makes you feel that way.

He pauses for a moment then thrusts hard back into you, making you keep the warm load that you were so undeservingly given, regardless if your walls are spasming and contracting it out. Then just as he was fast to try to get inside you, he's just as fast when he pulls out and flops beside you.

The air in the room becomes breathable again now that your heart rate isn't racing to the heavens, but picks back up quickly when you decide to hop off the bed and get dressed. You couldn't care less if you were sore and unbalanced. The thought of staying in the room with Minho any longer was suffocating.

“About your stuff,” he starts, filling the silent void with an exasperated voice. “I’ll try to get it back.” 

You zip your jeans up, “don’t bother. I know you did give it away for whatever reason, but for what reason is something I’m betting you’ll take to the grave with you.” 

Minho is up and now following suit by putting his clothes on. If now is the time to get one thing off of his chest, it’s now. Since the day you both separated, there has been no proper conversation. Both of you are too stubborn to admit wrongs and fix rights, but in your eyes, it's too far gone. There’s no going back to a good thing that was once more. 

"I won't if we can just talk it out," he offers the opportunity to you.

“Minho, the nights that I had to listen to you fuck someone else in the next room right after we just broke up was a clear sign that we did not need to talk it out. All it made me do is realise that you didn't actually love me."

“That’s not true,” he shakes his head as you hear a twinge of desperation in his voice like he's pleading his case. "That's not true at all."

"It is though," you correct him. "You were free to sleep with whoever you wanted to because we had broken up at that point, but not a day after that did you wait."

Minho follows through with his explanation, “I was trying to get you out of my head. Spending too long just thinking about you makes me want to lose it. It didn't mean that I never loved you before."

“So you’re just going to continue being delusional? To fuck your way through trying to forget me?” You question, nearly laughing. "I honestly think you're just being pathetic."

He shrugs, “if it means that I don’t have to feel heartbreak, then yes.”

Part of you gets it. Minho’s found a vice and is using it as a tool to deal with his pain. But you’re in pain too, and you haven’t done anything to upset him ever since you split. Maybe it is as bad for him as he says it is. Maybe he doesn’t truly know how to navigate himself out of this like you’re attempting to.

It’s almost a rebuttal to your statement about whether he truly loved you or not; if he’s using other people to drive the thought of you out of his brain because it’s too painful to deal with, then maybe you were more than just a lover to him. 

"I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I cannot stand being around you anymore because of how much it hurts to know that you're not actually with me. I'd rather try to forget your existence in order to not feel that type of heartbreak," Minho explains, his words coming from a place inside him that must've just opened up.

But he continues, "the second we split, I needed every last memory of you out of this house. But I know that this hurts you too and that this past month I’ve hurt you and that’s no justification to say that my reason is because you mean more than my entire life.”

There’s an ache in your chest that you’ve never felt before, a blend of all the emotional pain that could’ve been prevented had the two of you just talked. But that ache is fuelled by the fact that you can hear the waiver in Minho’s voice, and even though his back is still turned to you while he sits on the edge of the bed, you’re sure he’s crying.

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A/N: Dare I say that I want to make a part 2 to this where Minho and reader try to rekindle, things are pretty tender but they sort of want to make it work...

#rosiewritesskz #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know smut #lee know x reader

[ahockeywrites]

swimwear season - ax72

word count: 4.2k pairing: arber xhekaj x fem!wife!reader warnings: 18+ only!!!! dom!arber, sub!reader, smut, swearing, oral m!receiving, cum swallowing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it as always), butt stuff (please do your research before engaging in this) choking, mentions of a safe word but not used, rough sex, urm I kinda went a little insane with this one… I’m sorry but I’m also not sorry, let me know if there are other warnings I should add because I don’t really know what else to say. I’m sorry, but enjoy :)

authors note: again, apologies 🤭 but I can always write more like the wedding/more of the honeymoon

Those skimpy bikinis and swimsuits would be the death of him, today’s tiny leopard print two piece was no exception, as he watched you frolic about in the crystal clear water. The weight of the gold band on his ring finger felt odd, but the memory of you walking down the aisle in a white dress was one he would never forget. 

The memory of how he pounded into you in the dressing room, bridal suite, hotel room (twice), was also something he would never forget. He was ravenous for you and he didn’t think it would ever stop. 

You turned around so your back faced Arber and he took in the view. Your ass, your back, fuck. You, his wife, covered in his love bites, his scratches, filled with his cum. 

You turned once more and started walking out of the water, breasts bouncing and covered in a few droplets of salty sea water. The two rings on your finger glistened under the sun and as you looked back up onto the private beach of the villa, you saw Arber sitting on a sun lounger with a Canadiens cap on, playing on his phone. 

You waved towards him and he waved back before moving his phone so that the camera was directed towards you. A laugh escaped your lips as you threw your arms out to the side, smiling with all your teeth out. 

The rays of the sun beat down onto you as you made your way back up onto the sand and to the lounger next to your husband. It felt weird to say, you had just got used to calling him your fiancé and now he had a new title. But it was one you would settle into quickly, you were sure about it.

Arber was shirtless, in a pair of five inch inseam shorts with his thighs out to the world. His lap looked so inviting but you were tired following the morning’s excursion, he had you bent over the villa’s kitchen island as you were attempting to make breakfast. The pancakes were eaten eventually, after Arber had put his face between your legs and brought you to climax once more.

The sun lounger was comfy and you settled into the book that you were reading on your kindle. 

An hour or so later, once Arber had dragged you away from your book and into the water once more, the pair of you headed inside to shower and get ready for the dinner that was booked for that evening. Arber had found an Italian restaurant with amazing reviews and was able to get a table booked for sunset. 

He knew how excited you were for the restaurant but he couldn’t let you head off to the bathroom without a kiss. Well, maybe a bit more than a kiss. His lips kissed a path down your neck, nimble fingers undoing the knot at the back of your bikini.

The gentle burn of his beard on your skin was delicious and your brain almost short circuited when his hands moved down your back, finally resting on your ass and grabbing the muscle. 

“Fuck,” you moaned as your husband, yeah you liked that, wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling gently. 

“You like that,” Arber rasped as he continued his assault of kisses down your body, worshiping you. “My wife fucking loves this.”

The ring of an alarm broke the pair of you out of the heated bubble you were in. It was the alarm that you had set to make sure you were off the beach and headed inside to start getting ready for the evening’s meal. 

Arber rolled his eyes as he pulled away from you, looking clearly unimpressed. His eyes were dark and full of lust.

“We can skip dinner,” his lips reattached to your neck, starting to nibble on the skin. “Order in.” His voice became deeper, breaths louder. “I know what I want for dessert already.”

“Baby,” you groaned but leant your neck to the side, giving your husband more access to the skin. “I want to see sunset over the water.”

“And I want to see the sunset from between your legs,” Arber replied, sass evident in his tone. “Pleasuring my wife, my fucking wife.”

It was painful to pull yourself away from him but you knew that if you wanted to make it to dinner and not turn up in your bikini, you needed to escape Arber’s grasp. You wiggled in his arms and it took him a moment to realise that you actually wanted to get ready. He pouted and attempted puppy dog eyes which didn’t really work when he was taller than you.

You pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes, lips flush with the shell of his ear. “Tonight,” you started, “I’m all yours.”

“You’re always mine baby.”

You swirled the glass of wine around in your hand forming a small whirlpool in the centre, looking Arber directly in the eyes. His eyes wanted to wander. Down your neck to your collarbones and even further if he knew he wouldn’t be spotted. The low neckline of your black dress was teasing him and he couldn’t help think of what he wanted to do when you got back to the villa.

Your tongue darted out to lap up the droplet of wine that rested on your lips, painted a sinful red. You watched as Arber closed his eyes for slightly longer than usual. The plan was working. 

Rile up Arber until he couldn’t take it anymore and wait for him to throw you against a wall and take you on the first surface he could find. It had happened before in Montreal after a win in the playoffs and you knew after that, you wanted it again. Wanted more. Wanted anything that he would give.

“Dessert?” The waiter asked and you shook your head.

“Just the bill, thanks,” Arber replied. You both knew that it would take them a few minutes to bring the bill over so you started a conversation about the plans for the next few days. The plans that didn’t involve you between the sheets. More time spent on the beach, a hike up in the mountains and more lavish dinners with delicious wine.

As Arber was speaking, you took a risk. You raised up one of your feet, clad with a pair of black, heeled Louboutins, and placed it in his lap. The long tablecloth was a godsend as you stroked his clothed cock with the base of the shoe. 

It was something you hadn’t felt the confidence to do before. You’d had sex in public, well, outside of bars, in toilets at friends weddings (that was one hell of an apology to the bride that you had to make). But you hadn’t actively teased Arber like this outside of your house.

You watched as his eyes darkened, gaze flicking between your face, chest and where your foot was currently resting. His hand grasped your ankle, gently stroking the smooth skin. It contrasted with the callouses on his hands from years of hockey. You tried to get him to moisturise, but he never did.

Arber tilted his head slightly and gave you a look without expression but you knew exactly what it meant. Stop being a brat. A small part of your brain agreed with him, but the devil on your shoulder was louder than the angel. 

You shook your ankle in protest, purposefully working over his clothed cock which you could feel hardening. Not like he wasn’t hard for you the entire wedding season. He was ready to go whenever you wanted. 

The waiter returned, holding the bill and Arber passed across his credit card to pay for dinner. It went quickly but you could tell that he was struggling because your foot didn’t stop moving over his groin. 

When the waiter confirmed that everything had gone through and you were free to leave, your husband walked over and pulled your chair out before offering you his hand. His arm wrapped around your waist as you thanked the staff for their hospitality during one of the best dinners you had ever had.

There was a slight breeze when you both exited the restaurant and the ends of your dress started to raise slightly, exposing more of your legs to the elements. It wasn’t uncomfortable by any means but Arber noticed you shiver slightly so he slipped off his jacket and draped the fabric over your shoulders.

“Even when she’s a brat, my wife deserves the best,” he commented when you began walking once more. The walk back to the villa wasn’t far and with Arber’s jacket swamping you, you kept yourself nice and warm whilst ogling your husband slightly. The fabric of his shirt was straining slightly with his muscles underneath but you were not complaining, especially not when you knew that you’d be the one taking it off later. 

When the villa came into view, you hurried off in front of Arber, leaving him to look at you in heels and his jacket as that was all he could see from behind. It was a private road so he knew that he could palm himself over his slacks without anyone else seeing, but he couldn’t. He needed you, even if you were in a bratty mood.

The front door had been left ajar and Arber knew that you had taken your key in that tiny clutch of yours that usually just held your phone and lipstick. That fucking cherry red lipstick. The one that had stained the base of his cock more times than he could remember.

He slipped his shoes off, emptied his pockets and walked over to the fridge to grab himself a beer. The top unscrewed easily and he heard your feet padding down the stairs from the master bedroom to the family room. You had decided to make your presence known then, he thought.

As he rounded the corner, he spotted you in a black lace bra with a matching thong and garters wrapped around your thighs. Sitting on your lower legs, ass just touching your heels. There was no way that you had that on underneath the dress. That must have been the reason why you sped off quickly, to get changed. Not that he was complaining.

There was nothing to complain about, not when his wife was sat, waiting for him in almost nothing. Not when his cock jumped when his eyes took you in.

You watched as he walked over to the chair in front of you, cock straining the front of the slacks. Your brain was telling you to undo the pants and get your mouth on his cock, get his cock in your cunt, anything. 

Arber swirled the bottle of beer in his hand as he looked at you, sat in only lingerie on the floor. His muscular frame filled out the chair he was sat in and he looked so inviting. But you knew better than to move without instruction. 

The smell of need filled the air. He lifted the bottle to his lips to take a sip of the alcoholic beverage and your pussy fluttered at the way his hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle. You knew exactly how those fingers felt inside you, pleasuring you in the way that only he knew how to.

His black suit jacket was draped over the back of the chair and a few buttons were undone, exposing a slither of Arber’s chest. His thighs were barely contained by the black slacks he was wearing and on another night, he would have made you come by you riding his thigh. Not tonight though.

You felt his eyes take all of you in, the way the black lace hugged your curves, the sharp contrast of the lace and your red lipstick that he couldn’t wait to have painted all over his cock.

“Crawl,” Arber demanded, dark eyes piercing yours. A shiver went down your spine, wetness pooled between your legs. “I don’t want to ask twice.”

You meant forward onto your hands and obeyed him, crawling the small distance to where he was sat. Between his legs had become a place where you were incredibly comfortable and it was somewhere you had spent a lot of time recently. In bed, on the private beach, a closet at an event. 

Arber undid the button at the top of his slacks and followed that with the zipper. His skin was immediately on display and that’s when you realised that he had foregone boxers for dinner. He didn’t do it often and it shocked you almost every time he did. Arber just reminded you that on most nights out you went without a bra and occasionally panties. As always, you rolled your eyes at him.

Your husband shuffled in the seat, freeing his weeping cock to the cool breeze. The tip looked a painful red and you watched as Arber wrapped a hand around his thick shaft. He gently stroked himself, watching how you looked up at him longingly, wanting to replace his hand with your mouth. He was in a mean mood tonight, but not too mean.

“Open,” Arber commanded. You obliged, allowing him to push two fingers into your mouth. You sucked on his fingers in the same way that you would do to his cock, giving the tips gentle licks. 

After a few moments, he pulled the fingers out of your mouth and then worked his cock with the same hand, using your saliva as a lubricant. Fuck, it was hot to watch your husband fuck his hand as his eyes trailed down your body.

It took all of his self control to not burst then and there, but somehow he found the tiniest slither and removed his hand from his shaft.

“Suck,” the words echoed around the room but you barely had time to notice what he had said before your mouth was full of his cock. His hand rested on the back of your head, pushing you down so that your nose was almost flush with Arber’s pubic bone. 

Almost. To work him fully, you needed to use at least your mouth and a hand but truthfully, watching his cock go in and out of your mouth was one of the hottest sights he had ever seen. 

The grip on the back of your head loosened and he allowed you to dictate the pace. At first you started slow, but very quickly increased the speed. You could feel Arber tugging on your hair, his nails scratching your scalp due to the pleasure that you were giving him. 

His hips started bucking up, forcing his cock further down your throat. Tears started pricking at the corners of your eyes, not for the first time on this holiday. 

A few rogue tears did drop down your cheeks, bringing your mascara down your face.

You loved it, the way that Arber could take control on the ice and in the bedroom. He was a gentleman in public, but a freak in the sheets. The side that only you got to see was one of your favourites, along with Arber in the mornings who woke you up with kisses to your face and neck and followed it up with gentle sex. 

Or the Arber who loved to watch you bake in the kitchen and crowned himself the official taste tester of the Xhekaj household, ensuring that all the baked goods were of an acceptable quality. 

Or the Arber who used one arm to pin your hips down on the bed and used the other hand to rub tight circles on your clit as he buried his face in your cunt. 

But this Arber, brat tamer Arber was one that rarely came out.

“Lean back princess,” you obliged your husband and watched as he jerked himself off, it took him moments to come, painting your chest with his seed, claiming you as his once more. 

You took a finger to the mess he had made on your chest and collected some of the come onto the tip of your index finger. Your eyes met his and he watched as you put your finger into your mouth and sucked off his cum. It made him almost want to orgasm again at how sexy you looked.

“Upstairs, now,” he ordered, using his hand to direct you in front of him.

Arber watched as your ass swayed as you walked up the stairs. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the thin, black lace that sat between your ass cheeks and how he wanted to bury himself there. 

The pair of you rounded the corner and a strong hand came to your shoulder. “Lay down princess, or I’ll make you.”

You listened and rested your chest on the soft fabric of the comforter, feet still planted on the floor. The globes of your ass were on display to your husband and you couldn’t help but wiggle your ass. 

A moan caught your attention, and you turned your head as much as you could to see Arber undoing the buttons of his shirt and fully taking off his slacks. He was stood behind you fully naked, except his chain, in all his glory. 

Hands roamed over your backside, massaging the muscle, moving the material of your thong from between your ass cheeks to the side. 

You heard it before you felt it. The sound of bottle of lube being opened and the cold sensation of it resting on your tightest opening. One of Arber’s large fingers circled your asshole, testing the waters, asking for permission.

“Fuck yes please,” you moaned, knowing that he needed your consent. 

“What do you want baby,” he growled in your ear, finger still skirting around where you needed him.

“You,” your words were breathless, you could barely speak. You were so strung up, wound so tight that any movement could tip you over the edge. 

“Me?” Arber questioned. “Where do you want me?”

“Want you in my ass, want your fingers,” you groaned before he slowly pushed his middle finger past the tight ring of muscle. Your moans bounced off the walls as Arber slowly moved his finger in and out, the sounds of the lubricant on his finger were drowned out by you. 

You felt Arber climb onto the bed as he continued to finger your ass. He caged you into the bed, pressing your chest further into the bed, the cool metal of his chain adding to the difference in sensation you felt in different parts of your body. It was a sight as your tried to arch your back into him but he didn’t let you, he needed to have you learn that you couldn’t be a brat in public. 

“If my wife wants to be a brat in public, she’ll get punished when she gets home,” he whispered in your ear before pulling his finger out of your ass. 

You rolled over onto your back, sweat dripping down your forehead. A pout formed on your lips and you tried to look as though you were in a mood with your husband. 

Arber completely ignored your look and walked over to his suitcase. You watched as he squatted down, appreciating his hockey training, and rummaged through his belongings. He was looking for something and your pussy clenched around nothing as you wondered what it could be.

Your husband was no stranger to using toys in the bedroom, he loved the way that he could make you writhe and squirm when he pressed your vibrator to your clit as he pounded in and out of you. The man could multi task better than anyone else you had been with.

He was muttering something to himself, you couldn’t make out the words but you could hear the jangle of metal on metal and you realised what he was looking for. The butt plugs. 

Before Arber, no one had ever entertained your interest in anal play but your then boyfriend relished the idea. You had mentioned that you had masturbated with butt plugs in before and you loved the sensation. From then, he helped you get more comfortable with the feeling of his fingers then, and eventually his cock.

He would never forget the moans you made when he played with your clit as his cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle. How you moaned into his mouth as he pressed sweet kisses to your lips when he slowly started moving his hips back and forth. The feeling of your orgasm and the way you arched your back into his chest and he watched your eyes roll back in your head. Absolute bliss.

“There it is,” Arber exclaimed when he found the right one. “Ass up again baby, you know what I want.”

“Yes sir,” you rolled over and arched your back, pushing your ass into your husbands face. His hand slapped the smooth skin of your butt, giving each cheek a hard spank. It stung, but the pain was pleasurable. You had taken more spankings before.

“It’s gonna be cold, but you already knew that,” Arber explained as he opened the bottle of lube again, coating the metal in the liquid.

You felt the tip of the plug press against your asshole and took a deep breath, knowing what was to come. 

“Breathe out baby,” Arber coached and eased the plug into you as you followed his instruction. “Fucking beautiful.” He stepped back to admire his handy work. The jewel tucked between your cheeks sparkled under the dim lights of the room and his cock hardened instantly.

He was quick to cage you back into the bed, slipping his cock into your dripping pussy. Expletives left your mouth as Arber started thrusting hard and fast into you. One of his hands roamed your back, grasping one of your breasts and using it as leverage to pull your back flush to his chest, the other snaked it’s way to find your clit and started rubbing tight circles on the bud. 

The pressure built in your core, from the sensation of the plug, your husband’s length hitting that spot over and over again and the sustained attack on your clit. Arber knew exactly how to get you to the edge and over it, if he was feeling nice.

“Fuck,” you moaned, leaning your head back to rest on your husband’s shoulder. “I’m gonna,” you didn’t have time to finish your sentence before he pulled out of you and flipped you over so your back was pushed into the bed.

“Brats don’t get to come unless I say,” he said before lifting your legs up so your ankles rested on his shoulders. He positioned himself in front of your wanton cunt before pushing himself inside your tight walls once more. 

His hands wandered again, as they always did when you were naked and on display for him. His right gently wrapped around your neck and his left played with your nipple. The extra sensation meant that you twitched up into him and he could tell that you were almost at the end of what you could handle before shouting your safe word. 

“Come for me princess,” Arber encouraged you. “Don’t hold back.” His hand that was playing with your nipple moved down to your clit and started drawing figure eights on the nerves. 

You leant into the feeling of pleasure that started building. You couldn’t say anything, your entire body was overtaken in the sensation of Arber doing everything he needed for you. 

He watched as you gasped and then he felt your walls constrict around him. Stars filled your vision as Arber fucked you through your orgasm that seemed to last forever. You were on a different planet with how he made you feel, he knew exactly what you needed and when you needed it. The strength it had taken to keep your legs on his shoulders had gone as he let them fall down.

Arber was quick to follow on your orgasm as he felt his balls tighten and he shot his seed into you, coating your walls. His large body fell on top of yours in a sweaty tangled mess. His lips found yours once more in a sweet kiss and he could tell that he had tired you out. 

“I’m gonna pull out now baby,” he told you and you groaned as you felt the sensation in your core change from full to empty. “The plug too.”

You moved your body slightly but Arber took the lead and spread your legs to get the best access to the plug without rolling you over. 

“Deep breath again baby,” you obliged Arber as he gently pulled the plug from you. Your body shook slightly at the second change in sensation but you started snuggling yourself into the comforter on the bed. 

Arber walked into the bathroom to clean the plug and then quickly walked back out with a damp, warm washcloth and started wiping between your legs. A smile made its way onto your face as your husband looked after you, even after ruining you. 

In his other hand, he had a makeup wipe. He gently ran the wipe across your face, collecting the mascara that had run down and cleaning off the last remains of lipstick.

“I know it’s not your twenty step skincare routine,” he joked. “But it’s better than nothing.”

You found the energy to run a hand through his dark locks and bring him in for a kiss. 

“If you think that’s gonna stop be being a brat, think again,” you smirked, only to be met with a bigger smirk from Arber.

“Sometimes, the sheriff needs riding darling,” he replied. “And that’s where you come in.”

#ahockeywrites #nhl imagine #hockey writing #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl writing #hockey story #hockey fic #smut #arber xhekaj imagine #arber xhekaj x reader #arber xhekaj smut #ax72

[birdiewriteslit]

“engagement”

warren rhodes x fem!reader

warren proposes to you and life couldn’t be better (set before the production of aurora starts)

lord this man has me writing all this soft shit. part 2

“Oh, my God, oh, my God,” you muttered while running to the house. You practically slammed open the sliding door, startling Camila and Karen, who stood against the kitchen counter.

“Jesus, you scared me,” Camila said with a hand over her heart. Karen noticed the look on your face and got concerned.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

You broke out into a wide smile and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “No, quite the opposite.”

You held out your left hand for them to see. “Is that what I think it is?” Camila gasped and rounded the corner of the counter, Karen following suit.

Her mouth agape, she took your hand to get a better look at the ring. “He didn’t.” She looked up at you in shock.

“Let me see,” Karen said and took your hand from Camila’s. “Oh, my God. Is that moonstone?”

“It is!” You bit your lip in excitement.

“Who cares what the rock is? You’re getting married!” Camila said, pulling you in for a tight hug.

When you pulled apart, Karen took your arms and you two started jumping around, “Y/n is getting married! Y/n is getting married!” she chanted.

Camila joined in, and the three of you danced around the living room in gleeful joy. You didn’t even notice Daisy came inside until she spoke. “What’s going on in here?”

You all stopped moving and tried to act casual. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just getting married!”

“What? Oh, my God, tell me everything now.” Daisy said, feeling the excitement in the room. You sat down on the couch, and the girls surrounded you, eager to hear the story.

“So, we were on a walk down at the beach when he did it. We were standing in the water where it was like ankle deep just throwing rocks and shit. Out of nowhere, he drops down on one knee and pulls out this ring. Then, he’s telling me I’m the only woman for him, and I’m saying yes before he gets the question out.”

Daisy grinned. “Wow, I never knew Warren could be such a romantic.”

“Sorry, but did you just run all the way here after?” Karen asked.

You looked down sheepishly. “Sort of, but it’s not like I ran away from him or anything. He’s probably telling the guys right now.”

“We have to celebrate,” Camila said. “I’m having all of you over tonight.”

—————

By nightfall, the eight of you were gathered in the living room, drunk off your asses (except Billy) and laughing about stupid shit.

“Oh, remember the time when Warren drank too much and started telling all the groupies conspiracies about the government,” Graham said, laughing loudly.

“He also told them that I secretly read Cosmopolitan. So, thank you Warren for losing me a lot of play that night,” Eddie rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer.

“Man, I only told them that because it’s true,” Warren snickered while you laughed at Eddie’s misfortune.

You were sat on Warren’s lap wearing a short white sundress. His arms came around your waist as he pulled you close enough to whisper in your ear, “You look so gorgeous right now.”

You felt your face heat up immediately. Of course, this was something he would say when nobody was listening, while the others were too wrapped up in their drinks and embarrassing stories to notice.

He leaned his head back on the top of the chair, gazing up at you with a kind of admiration he’d only ever had for you. God, you were marrying this man, and he still had the power to make you feel shy.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t look at my wife?” He offered you a toothy grin and reached a hand up to play with your hair.

Your lips quirked up in a wide smile. Your hid your face in his shoulder. “You’re too much, Warren,” you whispered against his shirt.

You felt his chest move as he laughed. “You better get used to me calling you that. You’ll be hearing it for the rest of your life.

You moved your head from his shoulder to find him looking back at you. “I really don’t mind that.”

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[coffeeineedcoffee]

Midnight snacks (Alexia x reader)

You and Alexia were lying in bed and ready to go to sleep. Her arm was slung over you as you rested your head on her chest, the steady beat of her heart was already lulling you to sleep along with the comfort that being in her arms brought.

After closing your eyes it wasn’t long before you felt Alexia readjust herself and in turn you. At that, still half asleep you simplify cuddled closer to the midfielder as you fisted the fabric of her shirt in your hand.

You were about to fall back asleep when you felt Alexia once again shift under you. This time more awake you opened your eyes and sat up slightly, taking note of the clock ready 2:27.

“Ale” you muttered quietly as you gently rested your hand on her back.

“I can’t fall asleep mi amor” she softly responds. It wasn’t uncommon for Alexia to have trouble falling asleep, especially during more intense stretches of the season.

“You want to talk about it?” You questioned even though you already knew the answer. You knew it wouldn’t be until later that day or the next when she had the chance to collect her thoughts.

Unsurprisingly Alexia shook her head as she rolled onto her back. You carefully took her hand in yours before placing soft kisses along her knuckles. After a beat of silence Alexia spoke up again.

"Cookies" she said almost inquisitively.

"Cookies" you repeated confused by the random phrase.

"Let's make cookies" she clarifies with a small smile. The smile that accompanied her words is all it takes for you to abandon the warmth of the covers.

"What cookies are we making" you asked entering the kitchen.

"Christmas cookies" Alexia replied as if it was the most obvious thing and was already well on her way gathering ingredients. You hummed contently, preheating the oven before joining Alexia at the counter. You rose to your tippy toes before resting your chin on her shoulder and wrapping your arms around her waist.

With both of you working together with the same efficiency as on the pitch it wasn't long before they were in the oven and you were setting a timer. As you began to put stuff back you noticed Alexia still standing by the counter about to fick a piece of dough at you.

You met her eyes as if to challenge her whether or not to. With a smirk she flicked the small piece of dough your way, where it bounced off your shoulder and on the floor to the delight of Nala. You quickly took the oven mit from the counter, and tossed it towards your captain in retaliation.

What you didn't expect was the playful grin and a handful of flour thrown at you from Alexia. You raised your eyebrows unimpressed as you now had flour in your hair and on your clothes.

"You better run” you teased while trying to pat the flour off. Alexia stood still, too engaged in her own laughter so you took a step forward, and at that she got the message.

You had finally cornered Alexia in the living room after what seemed like endless laps around your shared apartment.

'Surrender" you called out as you slowly approached the midfielder. Alexia though, ever stubborn shook her head and stood her ground. You were nearly in arms reach when she tried to sprint around you. You were able to react in time though as you blocked her path but the momentum sent both of you tumbling onto the couch with Alexia on top of you.She began to get up before stopping herself, with her legs straddling your waist and her hands pinning your above your head.

"Surrender huh" she cockily spoke as you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Alexia opened her mouth to say more but was cut off by your legs wrapping around her waist. You took advantage of her momentary pause and managed to flip your positions.

You drew her closer and was about to bring your lips to hers when a beeping sound broke you apart. You groaned realizing it was the timer as Alexia loudly laughed form under you.

You untangled yourself before getting up and offering Alexia a hand. As you brought the cookies out you heard Alexia yawn from the other side of the island.

" tired now"you questioned. Alexia simply nodded before stealing a cookie and your hand, gently tugging you back to your bedroom.

#alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #woso imagine #woso fic #woso x reader #espwnt #alexia putellas

[jqhotchner]

wedding bells: mini series

“…ceremony set for june…”

god you were so fucking beautiful. standing there in the sun as he watched you twirl in your dress. you were everything. he was gonna marry you he swore it.

the moment he laid eyes on you he knew you were the one. he even rushed to call his mom to let her know he met the woman of his dreams.

at first she thought he was crazy. you didn’t even have your first date yet. but he just knew. his heart knew. you were gonna be his wife. and now three years in he was ready. ready to tell you that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

and he knew you were ready too. the hints you’ve given him over and over again. he knew you were ready to spend the rest of your lives together.

and when he finally asked you that was the best time of your life. you two were more in love than before. everyone just knew that you were soulmates. but something changed.

harry started to focus more on his career. it was lifting off quickly. he was starting to be known as just harry styles. no longer harry styles from one direction.

so happy for your love you still cheered him on. but your own career was being overshadowed by harry’s career. being known as harry styles fiancé wasn’t what you wanted to be remembered by.

so you continue to work. make sure the world knew you for your accomplishments. and for awhile it worked. your acting career took off. but with that came whispers.

whispers harry was starting to believe.

‘she’s using you for fame mate.’

‘she doesn’t really love you.’

‘look at her. she’s using your name for clout. trust me. a girl like her is just gonna dump you the second she doesn’t need your name anymore.’

this only caused arguments between the two of you. yelling and cursing. every night you cried yourself to sleep. you didn’t understand where this was coming from. it broke your heart that harry would think of you in that light.

you finally had enough. packing your bags after another night of him disappearing. you knew he was drinking and most likely hooking up with some model. you weren’t stupid.

you left him a letter and the ring he gave you before leaving. and that was the last you were around harry.

two years later you moved on. you can’t lie and say you haven’t kept up with him. listening to his second album. you knew it was about you. you never meant to break him this bad but the harry you fell for was gone.

now you were happier. you were newly engaged again. this time the wedding was happening. you loved charlie. at least that what you told yourself. charlie was safe. he had his own business and kept to himself.

being with him felt good. no drama, no one trying to break you two up, no celebrity drama, and no cheating. just the two of you in love.

and though things were safe. you knew that the media would have a field day. you knew you’d have to tell harry personally. you owed it to him.

so meeting him after two years of not seeing one another was hard. but maybe he would have moved on. maybe he was happier now. at least you had hoped he was happier.

when he sat next to you your heart skipped a beat. he was still as beautiful as ever. his smile still made you fall apart.

“yn.”

“harry.”

the first words you’ve said to one another. fuck this was harder than either of you thought. but you knew it was good.

the two of you had small talk. just discussing your careers. trying to catch up on what’s happened the past year. that’s when he noticed it. the ring on your finger.

his heart broke. you couldn’t be getting married. no. you were his everything. you were his soulmate. how could you be seeing someone else? how could you be with someone who wasn’t him? he could never move on. how could you?

“are you—are you engaged?”

you looked down at your hand. looking down for a quick moment before looking him in the eyes. the hurt in them nearly broke your heart.

“um—yeah. that’s what i wanted to tell you. charles—charlie proposed to me. we’re getting married in june. i thought you should be the first to know before it’s all over the web.”

harry felt like his heart was ripping out of his chest. but it was his fault. he ruined the two of you. he shouldn’t have listened to others. god, he shouldn’t have listened to others.

the day he came back home to your shared home he saw the ring first. that was the moment that he knew he fucked up. hoping that maybe it just slipped off your finger. maybe you just wanted it clean. but when he grabbed the note was when he knew. you were gone and probably never coming back.

and reading that you knew he was cheating. that made him realize the solo fame he was getting has got to his head. he cried for weeks. he tried to call you. but you had already changed your number. he tried to contact anyone you knew. but they all knew what he had done.

he wasn’t giving up on you though. he would go to every award show, every event, anything to maybe see you. apologize and hopefully get you back. but his luck had ran out.

so harry did the one thing he knew how to do. he packed his bags, took off to a private location, and wrote music. hoping you’d hear them and maybe hear how sorry he was. maybe see that he was working on himself. be the man that you fell for.

and here you are. right in front of him. maybe he thought this was the moment where he’d forgive you. the moment where you’d give him another chance. but this is the moment you tell him you were getting married in just three weeks.

“june? why so early?”

“i love him harry.”

but he didn’t believe that. he didn’t believe you truly loved this charlie guy. he knew you better than anybody.

“look, i just, i came to let you know. i just thought it was a curtesy for you to know before the wedding. goodbye harry.”

and once again you walked out of his life. and he allowed you to once again.

part 1/3

#harry styles x black!reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine #harry styles

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

dad

annie told her father all about the alicia incident after sucking his cock on her couch. in fact, she told the story still kneeling on the floor, bottomless, cum on her chin.

robbie was out, having spent the night with casey. annie made her her father was aware of the empty apartment as she peeled off her panties for him, hoping he might want to go further, but he was certain robbie would appear at any time.

he was very interested in the idea of alicia's parents wanting to meet her and said the idea that alicia had a long-term illness but resisted long-term relationships was one he'd deeply probe if he were her parents' therapist. "i've got a few things you can deeply probe," annie offered.

her father left and robbie got home. he'd been railing casey all morning and had a few videos to prove it but could tell annie was deliriously horny, so he handed her his phone to watch the videos while he licked her clit and fingered her pussy.

"i met casey's parents this morning, she brought me down the stairs and she was literally in only a tank top, introduced me to her dad with her pussy showing."

"fuck," annie said. "i love her."

"her mom is hot, too," he said. "she had panties on but looked shaved. i tried not to stare."

annie giggled. "keep me posted." she said.

she had a date with richard that night. drunk after dinner in his apartment, she went to sophie's room and came out wearing some of her panties. richard called her sophie while he fucked her.

annie informed sophie of this along with a photo of her pulled-aside panties covered in cum. it was hours before sophie responded and she looked gaunt in the nude photo she sent back. annie was alarmed.

"you have to go get sophie," she told richard. "she's going to die."

somehow he heard it this time, and was on the next flight.

while waiting for updates from richard, annie got updates from tom. alicia was stable, but obviously comatose, and otherwise healthy. annie found herself weirdly compelled by alicia, and so asked tom questions about her.

alicia apparently worked in marketing for a company with offices L.A., NYC, and Chicago, and so spent her time floating between them. she had always been close with her parents and tom and rarely seemed to have time for friends. she picked up a lot of hobbies, though, and was skilled at a lot of crafts, and also juggling. he told her that alicia had never had anyone she called a girlfriend or boyfriend, but he knew that she was "always fucking someone."

"for a while," he told annie. "she was between apartments here, and lived with me and my girlfriend at the time," he said. "and she was getting railed like every single night. my girlfriend hated it."

"i hope you broke up with the prude," annie said.

"LOL," tom said. "i did, yeah."

annie asked tom if he wanted to meet for drinks a few days before she was set to meet his parents. he said yes, and so they met in the city that evening. he was tall and handsome.

"so do you guys vet all the women who give alicia strokes?" annie asked.

"this is the first time it has happened during sex," he said. "i think that is a compliment to you."

"yeah i am going to interpret it as such," annie said.

tom was presently single, he'd recently had an engagement broken off.

"why?" annie asked, not even apologizing for being nosy.

"we were just incompatible," he said. "i think i value relationships over things like, my career. and she was the opposite."

"i see," annie said.

"are there careerist therapists?" he asked.

"i guess," annie said. "the ones who want to write a book or become like, a social media star. i just like a pretty office and a steady income and feeling like i at least sometimes help people."

"have you ever been close to getting married?" he asked.

"not really," annie said. "i might have thought so. basically until my career really started i was kind of a monogamy addict, and i kept falling into long term committed relationships that didn't make me happy. for the last year i've really just been in casual situations and i am much happier."

"that's what i need, i think," tom said.

annie brought him back to her apartment. robbie was out, so they fucked and sucked for hours in the bed. tom had a great cock and great stamina. he loved annie's bush and was appreciative but not obsessive about her tits -- he turned her around to fuck her from behind a few times and annie really liked that, like he didn't need her tits in his face to be excited. he came on her ass and on her face.

"you gonna tell alicia about that when she wakes up or can i?" tom asked.

annie laughed. "has alicia ever seen your cock?" she asked him.

"you are such a therapist," he said. "straight to the family stuff."

"hey i haven't even asked about your mom yet," she said. "but has she?"

"yeah," tom said. "alicia has."

"when you were living together?"

"she walked in on me masturbating in the shower," he said.

"how did you feel about that?" annie said. "guys with big cocks tend not to be that concerned about being seen."

"yeah." he laughed. "i didn't mind. and she reacted positively."

"how so?" annie said.

"she said 'oh my god!' and then said 'that's a good oh my god!' and then clarified 'because you have a big dick!' and then she said 'oh my god!' again and left."

"did anything else come of it?"

"yeah," he laughed. "she came into my room in a towel and dropped the towel and said, 'we have to be even.'"

"was that the first time you'd seen her naked like, as an adult?"

"yeah," he said.

"she has great tits."

"yeah like you," tom said. "and like my mom."

"oh, that's good," annie said.

tom laughed. "why?"

"my mom doesn't have big tits and as soon as i developed she started to resent me, and my dad and my brother got like, really nice to me. as did every other man in the world."

"so it's good that my mom and alicia are on an even playing field?"

"good for their relationship, yes," annie said. "have you seen your mom naked?"

"all the time," he said. "she's not shy."

"how do they compare?"

"well, my mom is less tan and has more pubic hair and that's about it."

"how much more?" annie asked.

"well, as you know, alicia has none, and my mom has less than you," he said. "so there's not much, all day."

"i can't remember ever seeing my mom naked," annie said. "but when my brother goes home for weekends he says she will come into his room from the shower just fully nude and hang out."

"yeah," tom laughed. "that's not unfamiliar."

"really!?" annie laughed. "it's because you're tall."

"that does seem to make women want to get naked."

"has your mom seen your cock?"

"no."

"but she probably knows."

"my dad is about the same size as me," he said. "in all ways. i'm his clone and alicia is my mom's clone."

after that, tom got hard again, and so they fucked and this time annie took some pictures. she thought about using alicia's phone but decided not to. she gave it to Tom as he left the next morning.

[14buddy22]

I’ll Spend The Rest of My Life Making It Up To You Series

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!reader

Warnings: Domestic Abuse, bruises, blood, broken glass/mirrors, trauma, engagement, marriage, reader does have a child. 

A/n: Long title but idc... Here’s part 1. I’m halfway through student teaching and I begin my elementary placement next week. So who knows when part two will come around, but it will! Comment if you’d like to be tagged in part 2.

WC: 3.8K

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You were in an abusive relationship. Problem was, you had been in it for 10 years before coming to terms with your abuser. It took one special person to help you. That special person had a significant role in your life before you met your husband, your abuser. What happens after years of not seeing them? What’s going to happen to you? Will you survive the cycle of abuse? Will you get help? Will you get out? Are you strong enough to break the cycle?

It was a hit to the face in front of your son that finally got to be too much. You knew that it was going to be hard to conceal. You didn’t understand it. Why did he constantly have to criticize you to make him feel big? How could he not know that his words hurt? Your body had taken a toll mentally and emotionally, all before it took a toll physically.

How in the hell did you even get yourself into this situation? How could you be in it for 10 years? Why didn’t you leave sooner? Why did it have to get to this point where you finally realized you’d had too much? He always told you he was sorry, he told you he loved you, he just had a bad day at work. The thing was, you were stupid enough to believe it, you always believed it.

You had finally had enough. The mental, emotional, and physical abuse from him was too much. You needed to lead a better life for your son. You didn’t want your son to grow up to know that’s how a man should treat somebody. You were worth so much more. At first, you believed that what your husband would get mad about was your fault, but then over time, the more posts that started showing up on your phone about abusive relationships, you knew that you were in one. You didn’t want to believe it at first, but you did. Slowly over time, you realized that you had to walk on eggshells around him.

You thought that it was normal that he just had triggers that set him off, but then you thought back to the man who once brought you so much joy, the man before your husband, the man who broke your heart. That man that you had loved so much, you never had to walk around eggshells around. The man you could be yourself in front of, the one who loved you for who you were, faults and all.

You tried to get out of your relationship, literally. You got in your car one day to leave, but he tracked you. He called you and asked why you had left the house. He started questioning you because you hadn’t told him that you planned on leaving that day. He had a tracking device placed on the car and would get alerts when you’d leave the house.

He also hated whenever you went out to lunch with friends, especially your guy friends. He hated it. You don’t understand why. Well, you do. It’s because he was nervous you’d let something slip that you were in an abusive relationship. You were too afraid too. You hid the bruises well, that’s why he never hit you on your face either, because you could conceal it everywhere else.

While he went away for another weekend, you decided that you’d had enough. You remember reading about the cycle of abuse from domestic abuse survivors. The cycle of abuse is tough. It’s the hardest thing to break. You want to get help, and you think you’re going to do it, but then he does something so great that you think he’ll change, and then you fall back in love with him.

You had constantly been in that cycle for 10 years. It’s the only love you thought you were ever worthy of, but you are worthy of so much more.

After debating for 2 hours and figuring out a game plan. You packed a suitcase filled with clothes as much as you could fit and started putting stuff into a car. You grabbed your son’s clothes, diapers, wipes, blankets, car seat, and bottles. You threw as much as you could into the suitcase and you finally took one look around your home.

You saw the hole in the wall that your husband’s fist had left when you dodged it. You saw the broken glass still in the corner from before he left. You saw the broken picture frames, the blood-stained carpet that you tell your guests you had accidentally cut yourself and didn’t realize it but it was actually from your husband hitting you so hard you were bleeding from your mouth.

Chills went down your spine. You were attempting to get out. You knew that if you were caught, he would kill you. You needed to get your son somewhere safe. You were done looking around your house, there were no good memories except the one’s you made with your son. You didn’t deserve this abuse anymore. You didn’t know where to go, so you found your way to the FBI. If there’s one person you could trust, the only male you could trust, you were going to him.

It wasn’t long until you pulled into the FBI building parking lot. Your son was in the middle of his nap, but you were just hoping that it wasn’t loud or busy in there. If he did wake up, it wasn’t the end of the world, you needed to get out of this relationship, you needed to do better for your son.

When you made your way into the building, your eyes started to roam around. You were trying to look for him everywhere. You knew he wouldn’t be down here, he always needed an office, but you just were trying to look for comfort, a familiar face.

You explained to the receptionist that you needed to see him. You knew he was the unit chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, you were proud of him. He always set high standards for himself. He had been through so much, he was a survivor, too, but not many realized that.

When you were escorted into the BAU, you were met with an older man walking by. You learned his name was Dave Rossi and you told him your name and your son’s name.

When he asked if there was anything he could do for you, you just asked politely to see Aaron Hotchner’s office. That really drew everyone in the room to look at you. You don’t know how close these people were but, they were a team, you could only assume they’d been through everything together.

Rossi knocked on Aaron’s door and you heard his voice. You hadn’t heard his voice in 3 years. It sent shivers down your spine. You were really getting help, and you were getting it from the love of your life, the man you always wanted to be with, but weren’t good enough for, you didn’t deserve him.

When you walked in after Rossi opened the door for you, you were met with Aaron writing something in a case file, working hard, and being busy. You began to think how wrong you were to come here. This shouldn’t be Aaron’s problem. Maybe you were just overreacting. But now you needed to come up with an excuse for why you were here.

“Hi, Aaron.”

Aaron’s head shot up from his desk and all it took was one look from Aaron for you to begin to break down. Aaron didn’t know what was going on, so when he looked at Rossi, the door was already being shut to give you two some privacy. You didn’t know what caused you to break down, maybe it was because your lover was here, seeing you at your worst, yet you’re still here.

You placed your son’s car seat carrier on the floor and Aaron wrapped his arms around you. He didn’t know what the hell was happening, but all he knew was that someone he loved deeply, even though he hadn’t kept in touch for the last 3 years was hurting, and you didn’t deserve to feel whatever you were feeling.

As he held you in his arms, he began to look down at your sleeping son, and when he tightened his arms around you, he didn’t miss the way your shirt rose up, leaving your skin bare. When his hands touched your bare skin, you tensed up, and that’s when he saw it. He saw the marks, the fresh ones and those still healing. He began to roll up your sleeves, he didn’t care if he was crossing boundaries, he needed to see that those were real. That the love of his life, the one he let go, had bruises old and new.

His first priority was finding out who did this to you so he could kill the man who was hurting you. He also knew that there was a sleeping baby in his office, who didn’t look more than 6 months old. If the man who was beating you touched what he presumed to be your baby, he would for sure kill the man who did this.

“Who did this to you?”

Aaron was furious. His jaw tightened and his fist clenched with rage. Everything at that moment stopped. He wanted to kill whoever was hurting you. You could see that all in his eyes and in his body language. While you and Aaron broke up, you still remained friends through it all. Well, friends who just hadn’t talked or seen each other in person in 3 years.

You just were afraid to tell him. You weren’t afraid of Aaron. You never were. You were just afraid that he’d see you at your lowest point because you knew he already dealt with so much in his life and your situation would just add more problems to his life.

“Aaron.”

You began to pull away from Aaron as he still was holding your waist. When he let go, he still had no idea what was going on. Well, he knew something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. You had bruises, you tensed up at the feeling of his hands on your bare skin. His best friend, the love of his life, was in an abusive relationship and he didn’t know. He was a really shitty person for it. How could he not recognize that you were in an abusive relationship when you told him you could never meet him out for lunch anymore, or when he finally got one last lunch with you when you hugged him, held him a little tighter, and whispered “goodbye Aaron” after you kissed his cheek.

Aaron would always remember that moment 3 years ago and it killed him that he never knew why you said what you did. However, you here in his office, getting ready to tell him that you were in an abusive relationship only made him feel that much smaller, like such an asshole that he was a profiler and he couldn’t tell you were in an abusive relationship.

“Who did this to you? I will make sure he never sees the light of day again.”

“Aaron, I can’t tell you, he will find me, and he’ll kill me and my son. I can’t go back. I have nowhere to go. I just wanted to come and ask if you had any friends who were lawyers to help me out. I want to sell the house, but I can’t face him again. Is there any way you can help me out? Please, I’ll take you and Jack out for dinner. I’ll watch Jack and give Jessica a break. I’ll do anything, Aaron.”

“Wait. Slow down, slow down. You need to tell me who did this to you. I will help you. Of course, I will, but I need to know who has been hurting you.”

You were about to start crying even more. You weren’t ready to tell Aaron. You were, but you weren’t. All it took was one small cry from your son before you looked at him and were going to lose it. Aaron was profiling you and you hated it.

“I can’t, Aaron. You know I can’t. Aaron, please. I’m in an abusive relationship. I need out. I need the tracker disabled on my car. I need a lawyer who can help me make sure I keep custody of my son, Mason. But you have to understand, it’s better if I don’t say his name, for my sake and for yours.”

You picked Mason up from his car seat and Mason began to look around. When he laid his head back on your chest, you made eye contact with Aaron. He was still trying to make sure that Mason was okay.

“Aaron. You know I can’t say his name.”

“N-no, please tell me that after I broke your heart, this is what happened. This is what you got. You never deserved this. You deserved so much more. You deserved more than I could ever give you. You met someone, you met Jake after me, you were in a relationship with him for 10 years. He beat you Y/n. Please tell me that it’s not Jake who did this to you. Please tell me that it’s not the man I watched you dance with at your wedding while I wished it had been me. Please tell me that Jake didn’t do this to you, that you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time with someone.”

You reached out for his hand. You needed to calm him down, you needed him right now. You didn’t need him to take the blame for this. He couldn’t have known what was going on. You were great at hiding what was going on. That was the plan, to not get caught, to not have people feel sorry for you and try and help you, because you were in that cycle where you believed Jake could do no wrong.

“Aaron, it’s not your fault. I loved him. Well, at some point I did.”

“Why didn’t you come to me sooner? Why didn’t you tell me whenever we’d meet up? Why didn’t I say something? How did I not know?”

“Aaron, listen to me, please. I covered it up. I didn’t want our lunch dates, something that brought me so much joy, to be ruined for me. I wanted those moments to be good things. Something I could hold onto until the next thing happened. You were and had always been the one good thing in my life, Aaron. Now it’s you and Mason. Aaron, this is my son, Mason. He’s 6 months old. I’m asking you to please help us. I’m going to leave this state. I just need help with the car and a lawyer.”

Aaron stepped closer to you and wiped the tears that were falling onto your cheek. He placed his hand on your son’s back and said, “I’m going to get you the help you need. But I’m sure as hell not letting you two out of my sight until Jake’s in prison. You’re staying with me. I’ll get my team to disable the tracking device. I’ll be able to get Penelope to reroute the signal to say that the car’s at home.”

“Aaron, he already knows I left the house. He knows where I am now. I guarantee it.”

“Stay here. I’m getting my team.”

He kissed the side of your head and for once you weren’t tensing up when a man touched you. You followed him out of his office, too afraid to be left alone, even in a secure government building. You and he walked into the conference room with his team and you listened to him explain who you were and your situation, how you needed help.

Being in that room made you feel small and weak. These individuals were all going to help you. You hated that you were going to make their life worse. Whoever was going to try and help was going to be affected by Jake. You knew it would.

Penelope said, “We are going to take care of you, girlie. We will take care of you and your son. I’m already hacking into the tracking system. My chocolate thunder here is going to disable the device on your car once we find it. We will work some magic. You go take that precious baby boy in your arms back into Hotch’s office and we will work our magic.”

Your son started to get fussy and you looked at Aaron. “I know you’re already doing so much, and I hate that I’m bothering you, but is there a microwave where I could warm up his bottle?”

“No, you’re not bothering me. Come on. Guys, I’m going to warm up the bottle and then we’ll be in the office. No one leaves until we make sure they’re safe. Got it?”

The team all shook their heads and gave you a sympathetic look. You and Aaron began to walk out of the round table room and he walked into his office to help you grab your son’s diaper bag.

“I can take it, Aaron. You can just tell me where it is. I’ll feed him in there. You’ll have your office to work.”

“No. Nonsense. I’m not letting you out of my sight ever again.”

When you began to warm up his bottle, you started to scoop the formula and Aaron said, “I know it’s been a while since Jack was a baby, but can I hold him? I know how hard it is to make a bottle with a wiggly baby.”

“Are you sure?”

Aaron began to take Mason from your arms and your heart melted at the sight of Aaron and Mason. The way he held Mason was a fatherly way that you wish you saw in Jake. Jake never hurt Mason, but you also made sure Jake was never alone with Mason. You didn’t want to think about what would happen if Jake snapped at Mason the way he snapped at you before.

Aaron’s fatherly instincts worked well. Mason was starting to settle down in his arms before he even began to eat. When Mason grabbed for Aaron’s tie, you found yourself smiling.

“I haven’t seen that smile since you and I were together.”

“It’s been a while. Only Mason gets to see this smile. Jake doesn’t deserve it.”

“You’re right. He doesn’t. He doesn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve to have you in his life for 10 years, to treat you the way you were treated for the past 10 years.”

When you and Aaron made his way back to his office, he shut the door and you sat on the couch. You began to feed Mason and Aaron pulled out a pad of paper. He sat on the chair next to his couch and you looked at him.

“I have to ask you everything he did. As much as you could tell me. We also need to take pictures of the bruises. We’ll get you to a hospital, to make sure there’s nothing more than bruises, no broken ribs, no healing fractures.”

“I’m not going.”

“Let me help you.”

“I just asked for a lawyer friend. That’s all I need from you. I will be out of here as soon as they-”

“I already lost you two times in my life, I’ll be damned if I lost you a third time. I want to help you and Mason. Please let me help you. I need to know what he did. I’ve already sent a text to one of my colleagues who I went to law school with. He’s pulling all your files now. We’re taking care of it. If we get you to a hospital.”

“Then you’ll see the very worse of what he did to me. You’ll see the healing fractures, you’ll see the scars. I don’t want you to see that, Aaron.”

Aaron looked like he was going to snap his steel pen in half. He was gripping the pen so hard when those words came out of your mouth and then you saw the color drain out of him. He couldn’t believe what you just told him. He knew you were scared, but how could you be scared of him? How could you not want him to know how Jake hurt you?

“I won’t think any less of you. You’re stronger than I could ever be. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.”

The team was out in the parking lot disabling the tracking device from your car and they all began talking. They saw your car, how you’d thrown random things, well not random, your necessities into the car. They knew that your relationship must have been bad.

Rossi spoke up when he looked in your trunk and found a box of pictures and letters. He saw the bruises, cuts, scars, and marks all over your body that you had taken. He saw the pictures you took of your house, the broken pictures, the broken glass, the mirror.

Penelope said, “I don’t want to see her like that. Are there any happy ones? I mean, I don’t know how she could be happy with him, but is there anything? Maybe there was a trigger in the relationship. At one point she had to have been happy with him. That’s why she went out with him?”

“That’s how the cycle works, Penelope. He was probably good to her at the start. Then as things went on in their relationship, maybe she burnt something she was cooking and he went off on her. Then maybe it was she tripped and he blamed her for tripping over his mess, or maybe it was he squeezed her arm so hard to gain her attention and it left a mark, one of the first marks that he intentionally wanted to leave. But then he’d make it up with something romantic. Just when she’s had her breaking point, maybe considered walking out, he did something nice.”

Penelope’s heart was breaking at the thought of you, someone she didn’t even know was hurting. She wiped her tears as she was trying to rummage through the photos of your deepest, darkest secrets.

“But where does she come into Hotch’s life? When we met him, he was with Haley.”

Rossi found a smaller box. When he opened it up, he found pictures of a younger you and Aaron. He found the ones of you and him kissing.

“I know why she’s here.”

He turned the picture of you and Aaron towards the team and they immediately began to get teary-eyed.

Morgan said, “Hotch was her boyfriend before she got into this relationship.”

The team all looked at each other as Rossi continued to look into the box. Then he saw the flash of something when the sun hit just right. When he moved it to try and find the flash again, it’s when he saw it, taped to a picture.

Rossi pulled out the photo of Aaron kneeling on the ground, holding the ring out to you. The same ring that was taped to that picture.

“More like a fiancè.”

The team looked at him and said, “What?”

Rossi showed them your engagement ring and picture and said, “They were engaged. Hotch was her fiancè.”

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[mendessi]

speak now | part three

pairing: fem!reader x joel miller

summary: joel saves you from the biggest mistake of your life

word count: 2.3K

warnings: smut probably, pre-outbreak, mentions of marriage, based off speak now by taylor swift, mentions of domestic abuse, joel is 26 & reader is 21, mentions of cheating, kind of slow burn, brief mention of death, angst, will add more as i think of them, not proofread

this chapter: unprotected piv (this is the 90s, please wrap it up irl), fingering (f receiving), v soft v tender sex, soft joel, biting, praise, "good girl"

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

minors dni

Joel had been staying at your place for the past few days because your fiance had gone out of town on his bachelor trip. You liked the idea of having your own bachelorette trip but one problem stood: you had no friends and really no family either. The last week of freedom would be spent doing nothing in El Paso. Luckily there was no need for you to call out anyways because you had a minimal amount of shifts leading up to your wedding day and then were off two weeks after for your honeymoon.

Over the last week you had managed to see your fiance a minimal amount of times due to his busy work schedule before his trip and your pretending to work at the bar while you spent time with Joel.

The two of you were sat on the hood of his truck watching as the sun went down behind the lake, leaving a beautiful orange pink and purple sky behind.

"I don't want you to leave." You said to Joel pulling your knees to your chest as you bit into the peanut butter and jelly you packed.

"I don't want you to get married." Joel replied. His tone was cold out of nowhere and you didn't know where the sudden hostility came from.

"I'm not getting married." You said to him after a brief silence. "I'm calling off the engagement once he gets back and he might just kill me for it but that might be better than a lifetime with him."

"You are?" He asked, glancing at over at you. Maybe this was the moment he should ask you if you'd move to Austin with him. He loved you after all and if you weren't going to marry your idiot fiance, then maybe you'd marry him.

"I have you to thank." You rested your cheek against your knee as you looked over at him. God, he looked simply mesmerizing with the way the sky shed its light on his skin. "I don't know what's gonna happen after but... you made me realize I deserve more."

"You deserve to be taken care of. And I don't have a lot of money by any means, but I'd take care of you. Always." Joel cupped your cheek, brushing his thumb against your skin.

You believed every word he said, but you also believed that when he left on Saturday it would be the last time you ever saw him. You'd call off the engagement and still be stuck in El Paso while he went home to his daughter in Austin. In the meantime while he was here, you'd soak up in his company and enjoy it while it could.

It broke your heart to think that later in life you'd think back to this short time in your life and he'd just be remembered as the summer love that saved you before you parted ways. He was such a small part but you'd remember him forever. He'd go on and find someone to be a mother to Sarah, maybe even get married himself and maybe you'd do the same, but nobody would compare to what Joel showed you and taught you about yourself in the three weeks you've known him.

The tales of your grandparents and all their friends getting married after only knowing each other for a few days used to seem so bizzare to you, "it was a different time" they'd say, but how quickly you had fallen in love with Joel had proven their stories true that when you know, you know. With Joel, you knew.

The two of you were in the bed of the truck now that the sun had completely set and staring up at the stars. This little routine that you two had created reminded you of one that you had seen in a movie. Two kids meeting on their family vacations and falling into a summer romance, just for them to part ways at the end. Every second with Joel Miller felt like that of a movie.

"Do you see those five stars right there?" Joel asked and you hummed in response. "And then those two kind of next to it? That's The Big Dipper."

You sat up almost instantly, looking down at him, tears brimming your eyes. "What?"

"And if you look a little bit further down, you'll see The Little Dipper." He pulled you back down into his side, a smile on his face as he pointed towards the sky. "Over that way is Andromeda."

"Where did you learn that?" You stared into the sky, piecing together the constellations that he pointed out. The first time the two of lay in the bed of this truck, you couldn't even point out the North Star.

"I looked in a book, like you said." He rubbed your arm but you sat up enough to rest your body weight on your elbow to look down at him.

"That's really sweet, Joel." You didn't bother hiding the smile as you rested your hand against his cheek. Nobody had ever done something so thoughtful for you, let alone study the constellations so he could show you like your dad used to. Your heart was fluttering nonstop as a million emotions swarmed you at once.

"Do I get brownie points?" He asked, cheekily. Oh, Joel, you get more than brownie points.

"I love you." You blurted it out. You didn't mean to, but you didn't care that the words had accidentally slipped out of your mouth. Joel's heart literally skipped a beat when he heard the words leave your lips and he had never felt happier in any moment in his life other than when Sarah was born of course.

"I love you too, baby." Joel smiled and a weight lifted off your chest at the returned sentiment and you leaned down to kiss him, smiling against his lips.

The kiss deepened almost instantly as his hands trailed up and down your side, threatening to go further but he wouldn't unless you asked. He never would push any boundaries unless you asked.

You wrapped your hand around his as he kissed a line from your chin up your jawline, biting at your skin playfully. You moved his hand slowly down from your torso to the hem of your bathing suit bottoms. His breath nearly caught in his throat as he continued kissing you, sliding his hand underneath the fabric. This was one thing he was good at and he hoped that he'd get the chance to pleasure you just once before he left.

"It's okay." You whispered against his lips. You spread your legs for him and he slid his finger between your lips, gathering your slick to your clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bud slowly. Your lips parted, breathing heavily into his mouth, your hand still wrapped around his wrist.

His lips trailed kisses along the exposed skin of your neck, biting gently every once in a while and eventually choosing a spot to suck on tenderly, leaving a hickey in its wake. He slid two fingers into your heat, slowly thrusting them to give you time to adjust. Your grip on his wrist tightened and your hips bucked forward causing his fingers to move deeper, emitting a moan from your lips.

"Fuck," You said as your back arched off the truck bed.

"Is that good, baby?" He asked you, biting at your collarbone. He smirked against your skin as your only response was another soft moan, so he began thrusting his fingers faster, using his thumb to continue rubbing your clit.

"Fuck," You repeated, this time forced through a moan, letting go of his wrist to tangle your fingers into his hair. "Fuck."

"You're so fuckin pretty under me, baby." Joel's cock pressed against your thigh as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you, and nothing mattered more to him in the moment. You looked fucking gorgeous, pressed against him as his fingers stretched you out, the most beautiful sounding moans all for him, all because of him.

"Joel, please. Please, I'm close." Your legs were slightly shaking as he picked up the pace of his skillful fingers, in and out of you making sure to simultaneously stimulating your clit. It was too much, your orgasm coming over you like you had never experienced.

"Good, baby. Good job. Look at you, so fuckin beautiful." He said into your ear as you shook under his touch, moaning his name over and over, cumming around his thick fingers. He pulled his fingers from your pussy and brought them to his lips, sucking your cum off of them.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, the taste of yourself very much present but there was something so fucking sexy about it. "I want you, Joel. All of you. Please."

"Whatever you want, sweet girl. Of course." He nodded and sat up on his knees, tugging your bathing suit bottoms down. He was tempted to remove his shirt from your body, but the idea of fucking you while wearing it made his cock twitch. You looked stunning laying there, spread open for him. He pulled his own bathing suit bottoms down, revealing his cock that you were almost sure wouldn't fit inside you.

"Promise me." You said as he leaned back down, lining himself up with your entrance. "You love me."

"On my life." He said, looking into your eyes. "I swear it. I love you."

He grabbed your hand and took your ring finger into his mouth by surprise. It took a moment for you to realize that he was pulling your engagement ring off your finger with his teeth. He took it from in between his teeth and set it somewhere beside you.

"I'll buy you a better one." He said to you.

You rested your hands on his cheeks as he slowly slid into you, a whimper leaving your lips as you pulled his face towards yours to kiss him. He paused for a moment once he was fully inside to let you adjust.

"I'm good. Move." You reassured him.

He nodded, burying his head in your neck as he whispered sweet nothings, thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. "I love you." "I'll take care of you." "So fucking beautiful." "Mine."

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your hands traveling to his back, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you moaned loudly into the darkness.

"Fuck, Joel." He loved nothing more than hearing his name followed by whimpers and moans, surrounded by the sound of his hips hitting yours.

"Fucking angel." He said before he kissed you, moaning against your lips his thrusts getting faster and faster. Despite it all, it somehow remained tender and full of love, this wasn't just sex to either of you.

He rolled his hips into yours, your legs starting to shake again as he hit your g-spot with each thrust, you clenching around him each time. "You feel so fuckin good."

"Where do you want me?" He asked through heavy breaths and you guessed that meant he was close.

"Inside, I don't care. Wherever you want." You replied, gripping onto his arms. "I'm gonna- fuck." Tears brimmed your eyes at the sheer pleasure radiating through your body as he bit into your shoulder again. Your eyes squeezed shut from the pain of the bite but you loved it. His thrusts staggered and he shuddered, moaning into your ear as his cum filled inside you. You loved the feeling of it. You never let your fiance do it, but you'd lt Joel do anything to you.

"I'm almost there." You said under your breath. "Harder. Please. Please."

Joel's thrusts staggered but he thrusted into you harder just as you asked, deeper as you asked and faster just like you asked. He loved it, the sound of your whimpers echoing around the lake. The idea of him being the one to have you shaking like this, whimpering like this under him, brought him more pleasure than anything. Your bodies so close together, so intimate.

The pleasure clouded your senses and he could tell by your breathing and scattered moans told him you were seconds for coming so he got in two or three more good thrusts and you fell apart under him. You barely could hold your legs open under him with how bad they were shaking.

"Cum for me, baby." He said into your ear and you did as told, coming around his cock as his thrusts slowed. "Good girl. Good fuckin girl." He said through a shaky breath.

Your legs continued shaking as he pulled out and lay next to you, pulling you into his chest. He rested his hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently, giving you a teasing smile as your legs finally stilled.

"Are we insane?" You asked as he pulled you into his chest, tugging the blanket tighter around you. "I'm still technically in a relationship."

"Come with me to Austin." Joel said.

"So the answer is yes, we are insane." Your laugh filled the air and even though he loved the sound, he was being serious.

"I'm being serious. Come with me to Austin. Run away with me."

"Joel, that's not funny." You sat up and looked down at him resting your hand on his chest.

"I'm not bein funny. Come with me. Please. I don't want to leave you here. I want to be with you." Joel said and he sat up to match your level so that maybe you'd understand how truthful he was being in his request.

How crazy would it be for you to uproot your entire life and move to a different city with a man you just met to live with him and his daughter. Your dad wanted you to be taken care of when he passed away and Joel was offering that. Joel would take care of you emotionally. He didn't have all the money in the world but that didn't matter. You'd be a team, you would both bring in income and take care of each other. Joel would take care of you, actually take care of you in a way that your current fiance would never take care of you. Joel wouldn't even think about laying a finger on you, something that occurred far too often in your current relationship. But it didn't matter. Once he got back into town you were calling off the engagement and you were going to run away to Austin with Joel.

"Okay."

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let me be clear i hate writing smut its why i dont do it that often bc quite frankly its just not my strongsuit lmao.

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[november-rayne]

Chapter Three: The Message

A/N: Being a God has its perks; strength, accelerated healing, stamina...

Word Count: 2200

Rating: Mature

Tags: Loki being a spoiled prince, implied smut, nothing too graphic

Chapter Index

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+ *Minors DNI*

Loki was famished by the time he had finished with the maid from the library. He had made her come three more times before he left her. He took her from behind in front of the fireplace. He had her on her back on the chaise. And the first time he took her, he lowered her onto himself, and she rode him hard while they were still on the sofa.

He forgot to ask for her name, but he made another mental note: ‘Housemaid, short, blonde: good kisser, eager to please, deft hands, comes easily.’

He walked swiftly through the palace with a broad smile, wholly sated but starving. He walked straight for his chambers, taking long strides. His library adventure had occupied most of the early evening, and he missed dinner in the main hall. Not that he cared much; while his parents were away on business, all the courtiers had been demanding too much of his attention, boring him with their tales of inferred affronts or trying to engage him in other political discussions.

“Brother!”  Distracted by his daydreams, he almost ran into his brother, Thor, as he reached the top of the staircase. “I was looking for you at dinner.”

“I missed it,” he said, not slowing his pace.

“I do not dare guess why,” Thor observed the flush in his usually pale cheeks, the messy state of his usually kempt hair, and the disheveled look of his clothes. Not to mention the enormous smile pasted on his face. “Either you just won a fight, or you were dipping your wick somewhere.”

“You are too clever, Brother. I can keep no secret from you. I am just back from the training grounds.”

“Obviously.”  Thor rolled his eyes at his brother’s weak attempt at deception. Loki’s promiscuous reputation was hardly a secret. Ever since he was a teenager, he had basked in the fleshly attention he received after growing into his looks. It was even rumored that he lost his virginity while in the company of two maidens from his history class.

He frequently seduced servants, nobles, and even commoners living in the capital city surrounding the palace. It was a power he loved wielding. He always made sure it was a win-win situation. He relished giving pleasure as much as he loved receiving it. He always used the proper spells to shield himself from getting a child on someone or catching an infection.

When Loki did court, it lasted only a short time. He found keeping company with the same person became tedious after a while. He usually broke things off before the other person got any ideas that it could be a long-term endeavor.

Thor, on the other hand, preferred to court his partners and only took them to bed once promises of commitment were exchanged.

“If you will excuse me now, Brother, I have worked up quite the appetite today and am desperate for a bath.” 

“Of course. But if you could spare some time before breakfast, I would like to get your thoughts on the message from Mother.”  Loki reached into his pocket, double-checking that he remembered the envelope.

“Yes. Yes. Nothing would make me happier.” 

Thor’s eyebrows shot up, “You haven’t read it yet, have you?” 

“Of course not. I told you I have had a hectic day—lots of meetings…and physical… combat training. I am ravenous. I will look it over once I have eaten, I promise.”

“It’s important.”  Thor gave him a serious look.

“Of course. You have my word.”

“I will meet with you here before breakfast then. Rest well, Brother.”  Thor left Loki at the double doors to his apartment.

Loki called for his chambermaid as soon as he entered his sitting room.

“Your Highness,” the maid called Sera responded with a deep curtesy.

“Draw my bath and lay out my robe. Send for my dinner, something hearty, and have it set up by the fire when I get out of the tub.”

“Right away, My Prince.”  She hurried off to the bathroom that lay just beyond Loki’s bedroom.

He removed the message from his mother, still sealed with wax in its parchment envelope. He thought about opening it now but recalling his brother’s face when he asked about it; he decided to wait until he was fed and comfortable. He left it on his desk and sunk into his chair. The activities of the day played on repeat in his mind.

“Your bath is ready, Your Highness.”

Loki headed to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind him.

“Make sure those are cleaned and pressed,” he ordered unnecessarily as the chambermaid followed behind him, gathering the laundry as she went.

“Yes, My Prince.”

Loki sunk into the deep bathtub, submerging himself to wet his hair. Sera pulled a basket and a stool out of a nearby cabinet and settled down next to the tub. She selected the shampoo from the basket and began washing his hair. She used her nails to massage his scalp just the way he liked.

“Divine,” he whispered.

“Head back, please.” 

He obliged as she rinsed his hair with a large pitcher filled with warm water and lavender essence. She gently wrung out the water from his shoulder-length tresses when all the suds were gone. Next, she took her time massaging the lavender conditioning oils into his scalp with the pads of her fingers.

She loved hearing the little sounds of pleasure the prince made while she was caring for him. It made her so proud of the job she did. She would do, and has done, anything the prince desired. She combed all the knots from his hair, loving how it felt like black silk under her fingers.

“May I join you in the bath tonight, Your Highness? I could scrub your back like last time.” She kept her voice low and quiet behind him.

“As wonderful as that sounds, I am afraid I will have to pass tonight.”  As if on cue, Loki’s stomach growled loudly. “I will finish washing. You go and check on my dinner.”

“Yes, My Prince.” She sounded disappointed as she placed a stack of clean towels on the stool she just vacated. “You must be starving. I will make haste.”

Loki finished his bath; exiting the tub, he wrapped a towel around his waist. He took another towel and started patting his top half dry.

Looking in the mirror, he admired his “battle scars.” Light blue and purple mouth-sized bruises at the base of his neck, chest, and abdomen, and fingernail scratches on his back and buttocks. He gave himself a broad smile in the mirror.

‘Not bad for a day’s work,’ he thought to himself. Fortunately, as a God imbued with the magic of the Æsir, he had accelerated healing; soon there would be no trace of his lusty activities.

In his bedroom, he found his favorite robe lying across his bed. He put it on over his naked body, tying the sash loosely around his waist.

His dinner awaited him as he entered the front room of his chambers. He settled in at the little table beside the fireplace and ate his fill, enjoying every morsel. Clean and with a full belly, Loki was enjoying the warmth of the fire, almost ready to fall asleep in his chair as Sera came over to clean up.

Loki perked up slightly as he took in the view of the curve of her bum as she leaned over the table to clear it. “Thank you for your service, sweetling. You are the finest chambermaid I have ever had.”  She followed his eyes as he ran his gaze traveled over her body.

She blushed as she stacked the dishes on the tray. “It is my pleasure to serve you, Your Highness.”  She carried the tray to the table by the chamber’s main entrance and quickly returned to the prince’s side. She stared at his bare chest peeking out from his loose robe, heat rising in her body. “May I…will you be requiring-” Loki’s mouth cut her off. He kissed her deeply, wrapped one hand around her waist, and raised the other to massage her breast as he stood up from his chair.

“You have already served me so well tonight. Take the rest of the night off. I have work to do.”  She looked stricken as he stepped away from her toward his desk. “And tomorrow morning as well. I think I still remember how to dress myself.”  He picked up the message from his mother and eyed it warily.

“If you please, it would be my pleasure, My Prince.” She moved to his side again.

“Oh, of that, I am sure,” Loki said, chuckling, laying the envelope back on the desk. “I cannot have you getting too attached to me, sweetling. I will ruin you for all other men.”

Feeling emboldened, she untied the sash holding Loki’s robe closed. Her eyes drank in his beautiful, naked body. Her heart raced, and her skin felt like fire. She ran her hands down his chest, looking up at his ocean-blue eyes.

“Please?” she asked meekly.

“Mmmm….” He kissed her gently. “So bold.” He took her face into both of his hands. “I do have work to do.” He kissed her again. “But you do taste so sweet.” 

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her body to his. “I have an early meeting with my brother, pet.” He gave her a deep kiss, pulling her hair ribbon, letting her hair fall from the knot on the top of her head like a chestnut waterfall down to her waist.

“He will be very cross with me if I am ill-prepared,” he kissed her again. He was untying her apron behind her back. “You should go sleep in your quarters tonight. I need my rest.”  She pouted, her bottom lip jutting out, and looked up at Loki with mock sad eyes. He laughed and kissed her bottom lip before nipping it with his teeth.

“Let me warm your bed tonight, My Prince, and in the morning, I will wake you for your early meeting.” She raised her tiptoes so that her mouth was close to Loki’s ear, “I will wake you with my mouth. If it would please my Prince.” She ran her hand over his hip and cradled his length in her palm.

With that, the last bit of Loki’s resolve faltered. The message from his mother was all but forgotten as he lifted Sera from the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her to his bedroom and threw her down on the bed.

Despite already having had copious amounts of sex that day, Loki obliged the chambermaid for hours more until she was happy and sated. She was amorous and eager, and he was delighted to please her. He was exhausted by the time she finally drifted off to sleep.

It was well after midnight when he slipped from the bed, pulling on his robe; he tried to make as little noise as possible as he shut the bedroom door behind him.

As much as he wanted to stay tangled up with the naked sleeping woman in his warm bed, he finally needed to read that message from his mother. He promised Thor, and Loki always kept his promises to his brother.

He carried the envelope to one of the large leather armchairs near the fireplace. With a wave of his hand, the fire roared back to life. Sinking in and getting comfortable, Loki took a deep breath and broke the wax seal. His eyes glided quickly over the paper covered in his mother’s elegant handwriting.

As he read, several emotions crossed his beautiful face: amusement, concern, horror, and finally, disbelief. He shook his head.

‘How? How could they do this to me? Mother knows my feelings. How could she think this is a good idea?’  As exhausted as he was a few minutes earlier, he made no move to return to his bed and the young beauty it held. Instead, he sat and stared into the fire, silently reeling from the news he had just received.

            ‘My dearest boys, your father and I continue our diplomatic tour of Asgard, hearing from the people and meeting with the Lords and Ladies of the realm.

We recently spent several weeks in the North. It is sparsely populated but extraordinarily rich in resources. Your father and I toured an emerald mine, visited the home of a local cattle farmer, and spent quite a bit of time with the Warden of the North, Lord Anderson and his family.

Which brings me to the main purpose of this letter. Your father was quite taken with their family’s story. Lord and Lady Anderson lost both of their sons and only male heirs in the battle of Svolder, leaving the sizeable demesne without an heir.

Your father, our King, has agreed to the betrothal of their daughter, Sigyn, to you, my sweet prince Loki. The betrothal contract has been signed and witnessed. You will inherit Smaragdberg on your wife’s behalf when Lord Anderson passes on to Valhalla. Until then, you and your bride will live at the palace and be tutored in Feudalism.

Your father wanted to wait to tell you when we returned, but I wanted you boys to hear it from me first. This is quite the announcement to have sprung on you in a letter. I am sorry to break the news to you in this way. Please forgive me.

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[come-away-with-me87]

Love & Angst Chapter 2

Chapter 1 here

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Just as you and Toshinori were making your way over to the two men, a fight suddenly broke out between two boys on the dance floor, and the two men, along with other teachers, were on it like firecrackers. You and Toshinori just stood there. You smiled at him, "that looks more important to deal with. I'll get out of here." You and Toshinori exchanged goodbyes and hugged once more, and you left the gala unnoticed while the teachers were trying to break up the fight. However, you weren't completely unnoticed. Shoto catches you before you go to thank you again for bringing him there, but that he found a ride home. You smiled back at him and, once again, told him to have some much-deserved fun. Secretly, you were thrilled; this was a perfect and rare opportunity for you to go home and just have some Y/N time.

You got home after about a fifteen minute drive, and when you arrived to your house, you went inside and instantly jumped in the shower. Thoughts of the ebony-haired pro hero at the gala plagued your mind during your shower. You have been in relationships before; you were even engaged to be married once. Never once in any of those relationships, though, did you experience the tunnel vision you experienced tonight. Why that man? What was it about him? You understand that he's a pro hero, but he could be some sort of jerk for all you know.

You shook your head and tried to rid your mind of him, instead trying to focus on the rare, peaceful evening you had ahead of you. You may be quirkless, but you were still a busy woman. Your full-time day job was as a clerk at the local city hall, and a couple of evenings a week, you moonlighted as a waitress at a fine dining restaurant/bar, which was actually not too far from the U.A. high school. Tonight was your night off, so you were going to enjoy it.

After your shower, you got dressed into your comfiest pajama set, a soft robe, fuzzy slippers, then you poured a glass of wine, and plopped on the couch with your two cats and put on some music to relax to. You've long since come to the realization that people probably think you're a single, crazy cat lady. But the fact of the matter was; you were content. You didn't need to be in a relationship to feel happy and fulfilled. Sure, you were in those other relationships before, but they didn't work out for a reason. Did loneliness ever creep in? Of course, you're a human with needs. But with the support of friends, you prided yourself on being an independent woman who could take care of herself.

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The next day was Saturday, and you were preparing yourself for a double shift at the restaurant for lunch and dinner. You don't pick up double shifts often, but they were short-staffed that day, so you offered your help. As you were getting ready in the later part of the morning for your shift, your mind drifted to Shoto. You really hope he enjoyed himself at the gala. He really is a good kid, he deserves some happiness in his life. You'll have to remember to give him a call sometime tomorrow to see how it went.

You arrive for your shift at 1:00pm, which was just the beginning of the lunch rush, so there was no time to dilly dally; you got straight to work. A lot of folks must have been out on the town that day, because you kept going nonstop until about 5:30pm, when it slowed down just a little bit before the dinner rush would start. You took this opportunity to find a chair and sit down for a break. After a few minutes, you then went into the kitchen and sweet talked one of the chefs into making you food. You were unapologetically yourself, but you could be charming at times when you wanted to be. With the dinner rush starting to come in, you scarfed down your food while thanking the chef. You know, very ladylike, but you needed that fuel to get you through the rest of the shift.

As the dinner rush came in, you had no time to pay attention to your surroundings. You went to your first table, a cute older couple, and took their drink orders to start. As you gave the bartender, Naomi (who also happens to be your best friend), their order, you started to mentally prepare yourself for the busy evening ahead of you. Naomi gave you a knowing smile when she handed you the drinks, completely understanding how you felt.

As you are taking the older couple's dinner order, you heard the door open, meaning more customers were coming in. You normally would stop to smile and say hello to whomever entered, but you were just so busy at that moment that you didn't have a chance. You went right back to the kitchen to give them the couple's order, and immediately went right back out into the dining area to find out who your next table was.

As you were looking at the seating chart at the bar, your heart was practically screaming at you to look up. So you did. And lo and behold, who do you see? Toshinori along with three, what you assumed to be other pro heroes, sitting at the bar. Besides Toshinori, there was a stunning woman in a skin-tight outfit, the blonde man from the gala, whose look was significantly more subtle than it was last night......and him.

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To be continued!

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[corvidcrybaby]

This may be a bit of an odd question but I’m really curious about your thoughts and opinions since they’re so damn lyrical and articulate.

How do you think pre-Hellsing Alucard (Aka Dracula) differs from current and canon Alucard?

I’ve hear some ideas that while Alucard is nihilistic, Dracula was melancholic. Alucard has fully accepted that he will forever be a monster, while Dracula kept some sort of hope that he won’t always be.

I also heard some theories, that I personally believe, that in the Hellsing universe, certain aspects of Bram Stoker’s ‘Dracula’ were fabricated and or certain details never made it into the novel. This also plays into the knowledge that Hirano took inspiration from Coppola’s ‘Bram Stoker’s Dracula’ for Hellsing, so maybe certain aspects of Dracula were purposely erased by Abraham Van Helsing when he told his story to Stoker.

I’m just curious about what you think?

First off, G-d damn thank you for the compliment??? If you could've heard me squee at being called LYRICAL omg what a high compliment to be given, oh my goodness.

Aight, but for real though, digging into this - I agree with some of your assessment. I've always subscribed into the idea that the Stoker novel is a fictional, apocryphal account of what are real-world events in the Hellsing setting. I play around with this idea with The Dybbuk by S. Ansky during a few chapters of Lesions Of A Different Kind, because that concept is really appealing and engaging to me.

I think Dracula was absolutely a reactionary-protective persona that Vlad the Impaler adopted after the grand trauma of his defeat at the hands of the Ottoman Empire. After so long and twisted and carnal a life, for it to all end in failure after everything Vlad suffered? I think it broke him. Count Dracula, to me, is defensive to the point of cruelty, indignant to the max, entitled and arrogant, and obsessed with power for the sake of its ability to get him what he wants and to further protect himself, isolate himself from the world, and ensure that he reigns supreme above all others.

And then along comes a gang of regular-ass humans who wipe the floor with him after a relatively short engagement.

I think just as before, this broke him - except this time, it was the Dracula persona who broke. All that spitting bile and aggressive, bullheaded disposition with delusions of godliness and grandeur, and all it did was get him defeated again, and be left with even less than he had before. As Vlad, he had his humanity. As Dracula, he still had his kingdom and freedom. As Alucard, all he has now are his relationships and the entertainment interacting with the world around him brings.

Alucard had to learn the same lesson twice before he meaningfully changed. In a fucked-up sense, I think Alucard is actually probably the healthiest of these three personas. Not saying much, because he isn't really someone the average person could ever handle in their life - for good reason - but I do think Alucard as a persona is a healing stage in the long life(s) of who he was and will continue to be. We see him openly jeer at and deride his past self, so blinded by the self-righteous rage he felt at the world - much of which was understandable, rooting from his childhood assault, but it didn't excuse the excess brutality he doled out onto innocent people (even if the real-world Vlad the Impaler really wasn't that much more bloodthirsty than the average Medieval warlord, people were fucking NASTY-nasty to each other back then).

To parrot another content creator, Alucard is a 'resigned monster.' He's accepted what he is and what his nature may always be, and understands that his humanity is gone and isn't coming back. But that doesn't mean he doesn't still wish things could've been different. Acceptance and regret can and should coexist.

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[dreamersparacosm]

can you do a fic with the prompt “I thought we were over.” like maybe austin and reader get into argument and he says we’re over then comes back to the reader and she says that

i thought we were over - austin butler

note ; why did i cry writing this oof omg i need a man to care about me expeditiously

warnings ; angst and talk of infidelity

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he’s already one foot out the door, head and heart torn between what he already knows and what he wished he didn’t know. he already bargained with himself that even if you tried to apologize, he wouldn’t stay. and although the thought frightened him enough to make him run back into your arms, he didn’t. instead, he sat there across from you at the kitchen table, arms crossed as you two sat there like two pawns in a game of chess.

however, there would be no victory, no big win.

“i’m not gonna apologize for what i did.”

you broke the silence. he felt his heart fall to his feet at your words. becuase despite the bargaining he had done with himself, he just needed to hear that you were sorry, that you regretted sleeping with someone else in the bed that you shared with him. he doesn’t even know what to say to that beside sit in the silence, because what else could possibly be said when the love of your life is telling you they’re okay with their choices?

you continued on, “i don’t regret it. honestly. i know you were expecting me to beg, but, i can’t,” you shrugged your shoulders, leaning forward into the table. “i’m tired, austin. tired of being your emotional support pillow and nothing else. i sat here, waiting for you by the door everyday, with no call or text. do you know what that’s like?”

“i was working,” his voice is softer than he anticipated, a feeble attempt at combatting your words.

“don’t give me that,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at his statement. “it was always work. and you made me feel guilty every time i tried to make plans for us, or, or initiate sex. do you remember the last time we even made love?”

you were right. he couldn’t even bring himself to think about the last time you two had engaged in sexual intercourse, because realistically, it had been over three months. he just didn’t have enough time in his day, with his method acting and his grueling set hours and midnight coffee runs, to spend with you. his mouth ran dry, and he blinked twice to confirm he was still awake. “i would never have done this to you. never, [y/n] —“

you stood up, slamming your hands down on the table, and he jumped at the sound that echoed off the walls and shattered his eardrums. “you weren’t here, austin! you were never here.”

your words stabbed through him as if you had just picked up one of the kitchen knives and impaled him. his mind reeled, flashbacks of long hours on set and setting his phone to ‘do not disturb’ when he could’ve texted you. he could’ve checked up, seen how your day had gone. instead, the sun set and rose, and he was still caught up on the moon. your relationship was destroyed; nothing he said could make up for the damage he caused. “we’re over,” it came out as a whisper, falling from his lips and hitting the ground, fast.

you finally met his eyes, a dismal look plastered on your face. “aus, i thought we were already over.” the last words you would ever say to him before you walked out that front door, forever.

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So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 15 - So Far

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 5.7k words

Chapter 15 - So Far

The both of you could sense that the others were waiting for you to get home in hopes of sharing details of the evening. As Mingyu led you inside, closing the door behind him, you immediately saw the group turn from their spot on the couch. They all had drinks in their hands, music playing across the living room, and a board game halfway completed sitting on the large coffee table. Woozi was walking out of the kitchen, a few extra beers in his hands to refill the empty ones. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you both, motioning to the drinks.

“Thirsty?” he asked. You watched Jihoon walk over, handing both you and Mingyu a drink. You took the chilled bottle into your hands just as Minnie hopped up from her spot on the couch. She set her drink on the coffee table, and Hoshi quick to lean over and put it on a coaster. You watched her hurry in your direction, taking your drink.

“Hey.” You pouted as Minnie handed it to Mingyu, who was equally as stunned by her quick movements.

“We need to talk. Outside.” She said, before leading you off without another word. Mingyu watched you go, before waving you off.

“Hello to you too, Minnie.” He called. When you looked over, you saw Mingyu pop open the beer Jihoon had given you and take a drink of it.

“HEY!” You called, but Mingyu only laughed. It didn’t take much longer for Mingyu to be swarmed by the boys as well, all ready to interrogate him. Joshua smiled from his spot on the couch, hands in his pockets as he heard Jeonghan come down the stairs. He motioned towards the back porch, the duo sneaking off in that direction.

Once Minnie had you alone, she examined your face. “Hm.” She said.

“What?” You asked, feeling your cheeks get hot. “Do I have something on my face?”

“I’m checking.” She said. “Pouty and red lips flustered cheeks, yet a beaming smile since you walked in the door,” Minnie said. You watched as Minnie broke out into her own grin, grabbing your hands. “Tell me it happened! Tell me, tell me!” She begged. You couldn’t contain your laughter as you nodded your head, Minnie bursting into screams and cheers that could be heard across the waters back in Seoul as she jumped up and down in excitement. “Finally! Finally, finally! I’m so happy for you! Oh my God!”

“Stop.” You begged behind laughter. Once Minnie released you, you knelt, covering your face. “Aaaah, you’re making me even more embarrassed.” Minnie immediately knelt down in front of you, a smile still apparent on her face.

“How was it?” She asked. You looked at her through your fingers, smiling.

“It was amazing.” You said, and Minnie grinned wider. Finally standing up, you motioned to your neck. “Look what he got me.” You were beaming as Minnie took it into her hands, eyes widening in shock.

“Oh. My. God.” She gasped. “This is probably the most beautiful thing he’s ever given you.” You nodded.

“I started crying. I think some people thought we had gotten engaged.” You laughed.

“That’s the next step.” Minnie gasped, taking your hands. “I’m so happy for you guys! So, what does this mean for you now?” Before you could answer, the screen door opened, alerting you both to Joshua and Jeonghan entering the conversation. “Are you dating?”

“I guess.” You smiled. “I honestly don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Minnie asked.

“I don’t know…” you said again. “I would assume so but…after coming down from the high for a few minutes, I figure I should confirm it with him before I say for sure.”

“You absolutely should,” Jeonghan said. You looked over.

“Why?” Minnie asked. “They kissed and said they loved each other. What more proof is needed?” Jeonghan and Joshua turned you around to face them, each of them taking your hand in their own. You looked down, then up to them.

“Just ask,” Joshua said. “To be safe.” You nodded.

“I will.” Minnie, though she was a bit confused, shrugged.

“I guess that means you have to go on another date with him. Oh no, more kissing.” She dramatically said, nudging you in amusement. Just then, the screen door opened once more and the rest of the group, minus Mina, was standing there. Hoshi stepped onto the patio first, hurrying over to you. He took your necklace into his hands gently, eyes sparkling.

“Wooow, Mingyu. I might just have to fall in love with you too if this is what you get!” He said, looking at his flustered friend. Mingyu laughed to try and hide the embarrassment, though it was a failure.

“I don’t even know if I want to give her my present. It won’t compare to yours.” Seungkwan said.

“Uh, what?” you looked at Seungkwan. “I want it anyway.” Seungkwan grinned a bit. Joshua and Jeonghan were next to take a look at the necklace adorning your neck. “Like it?” You asked, grinning.

“It definitely beats our pin,” Jeonghan said, nodding his head.

“Oh, yeah,” Joshua said. “We’ll have to go all out next time. Get her a car, or something.” You laughed a bit before you turned them around and motioned them inside.

“Let’s go.” As everyone returned to the living room, settling in with their rounds of drinks, the rest of your friends hurried to get their gifts. You watched as Joshua and Jeonghan moved the board game to the side, to make room on the coffee table. Mingyu settled in beside you, draping his arm behind you on the back of the couch. When you felt his fingers brush against the back of your neck, you felt your cheeks heat up.

Woozi watched as the rest of the group gathered back around, a few little bags sitting on the coffee table in front of you. He set his own down, before looking at you. “Should I go get Mina?” Woozi offered as he noticed she was the only one missing. He caught a glare from Minnie, her eyes piercing him from behind her drink. “What?”

“Oh, yeah.” You smiled. “If she’s awake, still.” Woozi nodded, heading up the stairs.

As he knocked on the door, it took a second for Mina to open it. He looked at her, hands in his pockets. “Hey. Everyone’s downstairs to.”

“I didn’t get her anything,” Mina said softly. Woozi’s eyes widened in shock. “That sounds unkind of me, doesn’t it?”

Woozi shrugged. “I don’t think it’s my business to determine who can be considered unkind.” He said simply. Mina nodded. Woozi could already notice the difference in demeanor that the once social and regal Mina now had. She seemed disconnected from their conversation, wanting it to end before Woozi even knocked on the door. Her eyes were cast down to her phone as she tapped away, and Woozi noticed they were red and puffy. He took a deep breath, nodding his head. “I’ll say you’re asleep.”

“Okay.” She said softly, before closing the door. Woozi stood there for a moment. It doesn’t seem you’re out of the woods yet, Hyungs. Woozi thought to himself. What will happen now? When he saw the small bit of light peeking from Mina’s room go out, he headed back downstairs and told them just that: she was asleep.

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The night drew to a close over a mixture of laughter and drinks, the moon hanging higher and higher in the sky. You felt a yawn overtake your body. You had opened your friend’s gift, each one making you happier than the last. Tissue paper and wrapping paper scattered the floor, which Joshua and Jeonghan were quick to begin gathering as everyone headed up to bed. You looked over to Mingyu, his arm still draped behind you the same way it was when you both sat down. You gathered your belongings in their bags, before finally standing up. Mingyu followed suit, smiling down at you.

“We should get some rest.” He said. “We have to leave early tomorrow so they can get the place cleaned up.”

“Okay.” You said. You heard Seungkwan and Hoshi poke their heads down from the top of the steps.

“Mingyu-Hyung! Time to give her the second part of your gift!” Seungkwan’s slurring as he shouted that made your cheeks turn red, and Mingyu frowned.

“You’re drunk.” He said. “Go to sleep and make sure to apologize to me for saying something stupid first thing in the morning.” Despite his attempt to be stoic, the comment had flustered him just as much. Seungkwan was shuffled off by Hoshi, and Mingyu finally turned his attention back to you. He motioned to your necklace. “Do you want me to take that off, or-?”

“Oh!” You nodded. “Sure. I’d hate to tangle it.” As you turned around, you felt Mingyu’s hands reach onto the back of your neck. For a second you felt his pull at the clasp, trying to unhook it from its coil. When he slurred out a few tipsy curse words, you laughed a bit. Finally, you felt it get loose and caught the necklace in your hands. “Thank you.” When you turned back around to Mingyu, your smile only widened. “I had so much fun.”

“Good.” He said. “When we get back home, do you think we can hang out again?” he smiled. “I’d like to go somewhere, you know, without them.” You nodded your head, eyes sparkling.

“I’d love to.” You said. “Let’s plan on the flight home, okay?” Mingyu nodded. “Okay. I’m going to get changed. Night.” You said. Just as you turned back around, you felt a large, yet gentle grasp envelop your hand. When you looked over again, you watched Mingyu lean down and plant a little kiss on your forehead. He looked down at you with sweet eyes, squeezing your hand.

“Happy birthday.” He said one more time. You nodded your head, before making your way up the steps, leaving Mingyu a second to recollect himself. He sat himself back on the couch, a deep exhale escaping his lips. He grinned, grabbing the rest of his beer and downing it as a congratulations for himself. He finally did it.

As you headed up the steps, closing the door to your room behind you, Joshua, Jeonghan, and Woozi were standing on the second-floor balcony. Woozi looked over at his brothers as they rested against the railing.

“You got over her fast, Jisoo-Hyung.” Woozi pointed out. The out of nowhere comment had Joshua give him an unamused glance, and he only grinned. “Just saying, one hug and a few rounds of volleyball was all it took, hm?”

“There was nothing to get over.” Jeonghan and Woozi shared a similar glance of ‘yeah, right’, but didn’t comment. “We’ll have this over with before the next term starts.”

“Good. I didn’t realize how much work it is to go to college.” Jeonghan said in relief. Woozi continued to watch as the two chatted about what going home would be like, their excitement to see their brothers once again. Woozi thought back to Mina’s distant expression an hour before as she typed away on her phone, the light of her screen showcasing the pain in her eyes.

“Congratulations.” He said simply. “Tell everyone I said hi, will you?”

Jeonghan chuckled at the request. “Just tell them yourself.”

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A collection of different cars was waiting for the group when they landed in Seoul that afternoon. As you entered the airport, you immediately saw a man waiting with Mina’s name written down on a large piece of paper to get her attention. Mina walked past, turning to you quickly. You set your luggage down so you could wave.

“Bye.” You smiled. “I didn’t think I’d be thanking you for such a great birthday when we first met but I’m glad you came.” Mina glanced up at Mingyu as you spoke. He was talking to his own collection of drivers that he called for everyone, motioning to you and your friends. The drivers were writing down who they were taking where.

“I’ll take her home myself.” He said, motioning to you. Mina frowned.

“Yes. I’m glad I came to.” She said simply. Pulling her mask over her face, you watched as she headed to her driver, the duo heading to the car he had waiting for them. You could sense her demeanor, but before you could think of it as anything other than exhaustion from the early breakfast and rush to the airport, Mingyu put his hand on your shoulder. You looked over.

“My drivers are taking everyone home.” He said. “Are you tired?”

“A little. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Neither did I.” He smiled. “Do you want to stop for a coffee? I’ll take you home right after.” Your eyes fell on Joshua and Jeonghan for a second. They were chatting with the driver Mingyu sent in their direction. They immediately flashed you thumbs-up signs of approval for you to leave them and go frolic with Mingyu through Seoul.

“Okay.” Mingyu grinned at your confirmation, taking your hand like a child ready to go explore.

“Let’s go, then.” He said. You nodded, not even saying your goodbyes as Mingyu led you out towards the parking lot where his car was waiting for him in.

Woozi watched as all of your friends scattered, some taking Mingyu’s rides home while others carpooled together. He stuck his hands in his pockets, bracing himself for the long bus ride back to his apartment. He looked over at Hoshi resting against one of the pillars nearby as he seemingly waited for Seungkwan to return. The black-haired man seemed to notice he was being watched because he looked over to see Woozi, their eyes locking for a second. Woozi felt his heart catch in his throat for a second, but he found some courage to walk over.

“Hey.” He said. Hoshi smiled a bit, Woozi immediately noting that it was not the smile of someone excited to see another.

“Hey.” He said. Woozi took a deep breath.

“I’m glad we got to spend the weekend together. Even if it wasn’t all perfect.” Hoshi shrugged.

“I didn’t want to cause any problems this weekend.” He said simply. Woozi nodded his head. He looked over, seemingly to see where Seungkwan was and where he was coming back. Woozi could sense the urgency in Hoshi as he shifted from one foot to the next.

“Maybe we can-.”

Hoshi cutting Woozi off startled him a bit. “I don’t want to.” He said. “Not right now. I’m sorry. Like I said, I didn’t want to cause problems so I put aside my feelings for the weekend.” Grabbing his luggage, he pulled out a set of headphones, resting them on his neck. “I’ll be nice to you, for the sake of our mutual friend. That’s it.” Woozi nodded, still stunned. Hoshi seemed to hide the pain that was trickling in behind his eyes by pulling the headphones over his ears. “Get home safe.” Without another word, Hoshi made his way to Seungkwan as he popped up from around the corner, drinks in hand. He seemed quick on his feet, putting his arm around the other as the duo hurried down the terminal path. Woozi watched until they became one with the crowd. When he looked around, he saw that everyone had long since left on their own, leaving him alone yet again. He sank into one of the seats, resting his head against the pillar that was propped up behind it.

“Alright, then…” he muttered. “I guess it would have been too good to be true.”

“What was all that about?” Seungkwan asked, looking over at his unusually quiet Hyung.

“Hm?” Hoshi blinked.

“I saw you talking to Jihoon-Hyung. Are you okay?”

“Ah, yeah.” Hoshi nodded. “Just saying our goodbyes.” Seungkwan nodded as Hoshi turned back for a second, his eyes flooded by crowds of people going in and out of the terminals. No Woozi in sight. He sighed, looking straight ahead once again as they continued walking.

He didn’t know if he wanted those goodbyes to mean forever. Especially since, despite what he told himself, he was hoping to see Woozi walk into his life again.

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You looked out the window of Mingyu’s car as the both of you drove. Your luggage was stuffed in the back seat and the trunk as you hurried to hop in, Mingyu heading onto the parkway and straight to a coffee shop by your house. Mingyu looked over at you.

“You put your necklace back on?” He asked.

“Of course.” You said, taking it in your hands as you heard it mentioned. “I plan to keep it on unless I’m showering or sleeping. I never want to take it off.” A grin slipped onto Mingyu’s lips.

“Good, because it looks perfect on you.” Butterflies tickled the inside of your stomach, you had to contain a little squirm in your seat. In this moment, you felt like a high schooler who got a compliment from your crush. If you’re lucky, a compliment in high school means something more to come. When you looked over to Mingyu again, you wanted to ask.

“What does this mean for us?” you asked. Confusion on Mingyu’s face, his eyes glancing at you as he continued to drive. “Don’t look at me like that. You know what I mean.”

“Well, yeah.” He said. “But I’m still confused.”

“Moving beyond friends can be hard.” You said. “I’m not saying I don’t want to, but…”

“Ah, I see.” He said. Mingyu nodded his head in understanding. “You don’t want to ruin anything.”

“Right.” You said. After a second of silence that felt like an hour, you piped up again: “I don’t think anything will be ruined, of course! Obviously, I really like where our relationship is going from here on out. I just-.” A hand reached out, taking a second to find yours as he focused on the road. When it brushed your leg, you were quick to reach out and put your hand in his, allowing him to grip it and pull it a bit closer to the middle of the two seats.

“Don’t overthink it. You’ll get wrinkles.” His comment made you pout. As the car slowed to a red light, he looked over at you. “I’ve waited almost 2 years to tell you how I feel.” He said. “I don’t intend to lay my eyes on anyone else for as long as I live.” You watched him raise your hand, still grasped in his, up to his lips and kiss it gently. The sensation sent an enormous jolt of energy through your body, down your arm as It circled your chest and stomach. “I just want to be with you. Whatever that means, I’ll do it.”

“Okay.” You said softly, the humility in your voice making him smile as he rested your hands down once again.

“The dessert, at the very least, was 100 percent worth it.” When he felt daggers in his side, Mingyu snorted in amusement.

“…Really? The dessert?” You leaned closer to him. “That’s your highlight memory of last night?”

“Uh. Yeah.” Mingyu grinned playfully as you leaned back in your seat with a frustrated sigh.

“Tch. Take me home. I’m over this already.” That earned a deep belly laugh from Mingyu and a smile from you. As he pulled up to a nearby coffee shop, you watched as he pulled into the drive-thru. Both of you ordered your drinks, and after Mingyu paid because of course he did, you didn’t even have time to take out your wallet before Mingyu pulled his card out of his sleeve like a magician, you were on your way to the house.

“I was nervous I had misread everything this entire time,” Mingyu admitted. “That when I told you how I felt, you’d completely friendzone me or something. I was trying to brace myself.”

“Really?” you asked with a responsive nod. “I thought that I made it pretty obvious. Everyone else said I was.”

“Hah. No.” Mingyu grinned. “Not to me at least. But maybe it’s because I felt the same way. It cancels out or something.”

“Yeah. That’s how that works.” The both of you had to laugh at his logic behind the rims of your drinks. As your apartment came into view, you felt sadness in knowing that this entire ride, this entire weekend, was about to end. However, as you felt Mingyu’s hand reach back out, using your hand to fill the void of his empty coffee cup, you felt a smile creep onto your face. It wasn’t the end, but instead the beginning of something incredible.

When Mingyu pulled up to your apartment’s parking lot, he immediately opened the door, hurrying to grab your belongings and help you inside. The ride in the elevator, like always, was quiet, but you didn’t mind this time. You felt comfortable just in Mingyu’s presence. Also, you kind of had a feeling of what was awaiting you both at your front door, so you tried to keep yourself calm. As the elevator doors opened, the both of you headed to your front door. Mingyu set the luggage down, turning to you.

“I know you said you want to take some of this slow.” Mingyu began. The flustered expression on his face proves that your instinct in the elevator was right. “But does that mean that we can’t like…” he motioned his hands around, specifically pretty both of your lips. “You know?”

You shrugged, pursing your lips together. “I mean….” You took one step closer to him. “I guess we kind of already did.”

“Twice.” Mingyu nodded.

“Three times.” You corrected. Mingyu laughed a bit. You emphasized your thoughts on Mingyu’s question by getting onto your tiptoes. He immediately reached out to steady you when he saw your balance sway just slightly, you reaching out and holding onto his shirt. Mingyu’s smile only grinned a bit more, before the both of you finally stopped talking and sealed your goodbye with a kiss. This kiss, unlike the others, was much longer than the others, both of you taking the alone time you had to enjoy each other’s presence, just being held by one another. When you lowered yourself, finally pulling yourself away from Mingyu, you took a deep breath, smiling. Your cheeks were two cherry tomatoes, and it made Mingyu laugh as he pressed his fingers against them. You squealed.

“Oh, come on.” You gasped, trying to push his hands away. He laughed at your flustered reaction only getting more intense the more he teased you. “Alright, alright. Go home and get some rest.” You said, motioning him away.

“Alright, fine. I’ll call you later. I’m sure I have stuff I need to do when I get home with my dad.” He sighed at the thought. However, with how this weekend went, he felt a bit more confident going in to deal with his dad. He knew you would be waiting for him just a few-minute drive away whenever he needed it. “Get some rest yourself.” When the door opened, you pushed your luggage inside. Looking over at Mingyu one last time, you waved him off, before disappearing behind the door. Muffled welcomes were heard inside, but Mingyu turned on his heel, heading back into the elevator and down to his car. He put his hands in the pockets of his pants, grinning to himself the entire time as he descended down each floor of the apartment.

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“That was probably the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard,” Jeonghan said, turning to you from the couch. You frowned, crossing your arms.

“Seriously.” Joshua grinned, rubbing his shoulder. “I think my back pain hurts less.”

“Oh ha, ha.” You sneered, walking over. “Remember that when you want to go back into heaven.”

“Ooh, dating makes you snarky, hm?” Jeonghan teased. “I wish Mingyu luck.”

“Hey!” The duo laughed from their spots on the couch. You immediately stuck your hands in between them, causing them to look over. When they didn’t react immediately, you smiled. “Don’t you want to check?”

“Oh.” The boy jumped up in delight at the question, taking a second to grab your hands in their own. You watched as they took a second to glance at each other, seemingly anxious for the results held. A familiar warm sensation tickled your fingers as the duo relaxed, putting all of their focus on your hands. You watched, remembering what had happened this past term. From these two crashing into your life, to Mina slithering out of nowhere and calling herself your rival in the most polite way, only to do nothing but seemingly help you, to this weekend. Oh, this weekend. Your heart swelled just remembering every last detail. And now it was all going to come to an end with-.

“What the heck?” Jeonghan’s voice pulled you from your gleeful thoughts, eyes looking down at the little checks hovering above your hands; their ticket back into the pearly gates. You looked up at them, sensing their sense of panic by simply studying their faces.

“…They’re red.”

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Mingyu was driving home when his father called him. He answered immediately, something he hadn’t done in a while. “Hello,” he said, smiling.

“Hello, son.” He said. “Are you back in from Jeju?”

“Yes. I’ll be at the house in a few minutes. I have great news.” His father hummed.

“Do you?” Mingyu could sense the tone of his father’s voice, untrusted and passive-aggressive. He knew something Mingyu didn’t. A pit formed in the bottom of his stomach, and he blinked. “I heard about your weekend.”

“Yeah?” his voice cracked a bit, but he stared forward as he drove. “What exactly did you hear? I told you I was throwing a birthday party for my friend.”

“Mmm.” The simple nothingness his father gave as a response did nothing to ease Mingyu’s worries.

“...Did I do something you’re not happy with?” He asked. “You said I could use the beach house this weekend.”

“I said a lot of things, including allowing you and your friends to use the beach house.” Mingyu pulled to a red light, leaning back in his seat as he listened to his father on the other end. “Did Mina have a good time?”

“Mi-.” Mingyu felt that pit begin growing into a proper plant, and he bit his lip. “Father.”

“I’m asking a question, Kim Mingyu.” His father said. “Answer me now, before you make a fool of yourself in front of me when you get home.”

“I…I don’t know if she had a good time. She seemed to be enjoying herself with everyone.” Mingyu immediately recalled her standing before him, laying her heart out one last time in an attempt to win Mingyu over. He shook his head. “This isn’t about-.”

“Just get home, Kim Mingyu.” Without another word, his father hung up. Mingyu let out a deep sigh, shaking his head as he pulled past the now-green light.

As Mingyu ascended the stairs, saying quick hellos to the workers who eagerly greeted him back, he approached the large doors of his father’s study. His heart was pounding, unsure of what was on the other side. Pushing them open, he immediately saw his father sitting on the chair in the middle of the room. Mingyu looked at both couches, his neutral expression immediately dropping into a deep frown. Mina looked up from her spot on the couch, her father beside her. It looked like she had been crying, eyes red and puffy. She wiped them immediately. Mingyu’s attention was pulled back to his father as he rose, walking over to his son. “Father. What’s-.”

“Mina told me about your…weekend.” Mingyu lowered his hands to his sides, not knowing how to respond. “Not only did you not do the one thing I asked, but you made a fool out of Mina.”

“A fool?” He looked over at Mina, who looked down at her lap. “What did you tell them?”

“She told me you spent the entire weekend galivanting around with some common girl from school.” He immediately lifted up his phone, turning it to show a photo of you and Mingyu, sitting side by side early that morning, chatting during breakfast. Mingyu blinked. “Is this who the party was for?”

“...Yes…” he said softly. His father rose from his seat, hands behind his back as he approached his son. Mingyu, despite being taller than his father, felt his hands sweat as he stuck them into his pockets, watching as the man approached. He didn’t speak for a minute, but Mingyu still knew to stay silent.

“So, you used my property to court a young woman nowhere near your status or worth, when the woman I have intended to set you up with was right in front of you?” Mingyu glanced over to Mina, who still refused to look at him. “Mingyu.” The deep, disapproving voice caused Mingyu to look at his father, a small child caught sneaking in after curfew by his strict parent. If only it were that serious. “Do you think I am a fool?”

“Mina was helping the entire weekend. She brought balloons and fireworks and-.” Mingyu felt confusion course his body as if it were a race track, and it made him shiver. “I told her exactly how I felt and that’s it. How is it fair to her to lie for your sake?”

“She called her father sobbing last night. You sent her home alone, in tears. I raised you better than that.”

“You did. I have not strung Mina along at all, because I’m not like that. I already apologized many times to her.”

“What you are doing is throwing your entire future away for some low-life poor girl who-.”

“Don’t call her that.” Mingyu hissed, though his father did not flinch once at the many daggers he glared at him. “I actually, if you care about my happiness at all, love her.”

“You’re more of a fool than I thought.” His father said simply. “Not only for thinking you can go behind my back, but thinking you this woman ever had a chance with you. She’s a fool too.” Mingyu immediately turned his body, ready to walk out. However, his father added one more thing: “Mina told me one other thing. If you claim you love her.” Mingyu looked back, unsure as to what his father meant. However, he simply motioned to Mina, who finally stood up.

“I overheard her the first night, after we all were drinking,” she said, fumbling with her fingers. “Joshua was with her. And she confessed to him that she loved him.” Mingyu stayed silent, not sure how to react to the comment. “I was on the balcony, sobering up myself when I heard.” She took a deep breath. “I was not going to say anything at first because I knew she was drunk. But I should have. Sooner. I’m sorry.”

Mingyu shrugged. “I honestly don’t believe you,” he said simply. His father watched him continue to rub his cheek.

“Really?” he asked curiously. He lifted up his phone again, scrolling through many different photos. “Mina sent me these, last night.” His finger stopped scrolling at one of Joshua and you, standing by the barbecue as steam rose up around you, unaware that Mina was even taking a picture. He pointed at Joshua’s expression, eyes staring at you as you watched the cooking meat. “He, at the very least, looks interested in her. What if she’s after your money, Mingyu? Your reputation? You don’t know for sure!”

“She’s not! How could-.” Mingyu looked at Mina. “How could you even say that?!” You hung out with her all weekend!”

“I’m telling the truth!” Mina shouted. “Ask Joshua yourself if you don’t believe me!” Mingyu shook his head. “Why do you think he’s always all over her and making jokes about dating her? If they’re not already dating, already! Mingyu, I know she’s your friend. I just don’t want you to get hurt. Enough is enough. She should never have gone beyond friend status!”

“You helped me!” Mingyu shouted. “Is this some kind of sick game you’re playing?! Do you think this is funny?!” Mina went silent, looking down at her feet. “Mina, answer me!”

Before Mingyu could utter another word, a stinging sensation was strung along his cheek, his gaze forced to the side. His eyes, once they opened and refocused, steadied themselves on the wall of photos of him and his father over the years. It was littered with memorabilia from his father’s time in college, as well as photos of both him and Mingyu now, meeting with the heads of the school for various events that his father personally helped fund. Mingyu pressed a palm to his cheek, feeling the slight burn that radiated onto his palm. He heard Mina gasp in shock at the encounter, but he avoided her concerned gaze as his eyes fell on his father. He looked completely unfazed. “Do not speak to a young lady like that.” he hissed, disgust lacing his words. “Especially your fiancé.”

“...What?”

His father simply returned to his chair, sitting down. “If you don’t care enough about your future to make a rational decision on your marriage, then I will have to do it for you. I’ve started the paperwork. You will be married to Mina by the end of the year.”

Mingyu’s cheek stung even more as those words hit his ears, though not as much as the tightening sensation in his heart as he thought back to the beach house. Joshua and Jeonghan holding you close, flirting and joking with you. The way Joshua looked at you, a gaze that matched Mingyu’s to an eerily similar degree, and the way he hugged you with so much love during volleyball.

There was just no way…right? It felt as if he had been slapped in the face again, though he figured it would hurt much less than the frenzy of emotions going on in his heart right now. 

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[frankieispunkk]

Fade into you

A Marcus pike x plus sized fem reader fanfic 💜

Content warnings!!!!!!

Mentions of very toxic relationships,mentions of verbal and emotional abuse,mentions of sexual assault and abuse.

3 months earlier:

Rain falls down my face as I stand outside his apartment for the last time,I’m done done with his mind games and constant gaslighting. I call an Uber to pick me up,and take me back “home” my own fucking apartment doesn’t even feel like home anymore every where I look I see all the memories and arguments I’ve had with jake,I can’t even sleep without having vivid nightmares about the last 12 months of our relationship.

I moved half way across the world for him,for it to be thrown back in my face when the abuse started. I should of seen it coming,I was stupid to think someone could actually love me. But at least I’ve got a job now,and I enjoy it. I work for the government,fbi to be exact,how I fucking FBI Agent didn’t see the fact my own boyfriend was abusing me for 4 years is beyond me. I get in the Uber and tell the driver the directions to my apartment,I feel on edge,I don’t trust anyone especially men. He gives me a kind smile and starts driving towards my apartment,sensing I didn’t want to speak,he just turned the radio on. Thank fuck.

I get home and slump on the couch,my now ex boyfriend has sent me multiple messages

11.30 pm

“Please I fucked up,please I love you forgive me”

11.33 pm

“Please baby,I will do anything”

11:45 pm

“Fuck you,worthless slut. You are not worth anything. Your friend is a better fuck anyway”

I block his number and his social media accounts.

One thing about being in the fbi is that I know he is going to pay for what he has done. Maybe after this is all over I will help over people in the same situation as me, help them get their life’s back on track. But first I need to help myself.

My apartment is a mess,my constant state of depression and being at work all the time has really taken its toll,I try my hardest but sometimes all the cleaning gets too much. I do the reminder of the dishes then decide to head to bed,not that I will be getting any sleep. I’m constantly terrified jake will break in,he has done it before. Breaking in to my apartment at the dead of night just to shout abuse at me,but my neighbours know what a scumbag he is,and they have cameras all over the building. “I’m safe” I tell myself.

No way am I sleeping with the lights off though,I do my nighttime routine and then text my co worker Marcus to say that I might be running late tomorrow because I’ve only just gotten back. Honestly,marcus has been suspicious of jake since the the day he burst into the office demanding that he needed to speak to me “right now” ever since then marcus has kinda been protective over me. Marcus and I have become pretty close friends (as close as Jake allowed us to be) and we check in on each other regularly. He has been through some shit the last few months with his ex Teresa,she abandoned him and called off the engagement after she met another guy. Marcus was in bits,I just wish I could of helped him more at the time. But I had to be home at a certain time,Jake set an alarm on his phone for what time I finished work,and if I wasn’t home by then he would go ape shit.

At least now I can hang out with Marcus and other co workers after work without jake breathing down my throat.

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3 months later

It’s been 3 months since I broke it off with Jake,my life has taken a turn for the better. I got a restraining order against him and I came clean about what happened to Marcus,he was infuriated and wanted to put the man behind bars. However Jake is (was) a cop and trying to put a cop behind bars is…very tricky,Jake knew all the best lawyers and the case fell through. It’s weird because technically the FBI is above the police but it still felt like Jake had all the power over me. I cried and cried that night. Marcus has Been there for me every step of the way,even down to coming to my apartment at 4am after I call him hysterically crying because I had a nightmare about Jake. He has installed new locks and a ring camera for me so I can see who is at my door,and has even taught me how to defend myself in that sort of situation. We have movie nights often where we take it in turns to pick a movie,I still feel very on edge around physical contact,Marcus acknowledges that and keeps his distance if needed,but honestly I like snuggling into him. He feels safe and I trust him. I often find myself falling asleep in his arms,it’s a reminder that I’m healing. I’m healing from all the shit Jake put me through. Although at the moment I can’t see myself and Marcus being more than good friends,I can’t help myself but like him as more than friends,he is kind,caring,compassionate and not to mention drop dead gorgeous. I think somehow,somewhere,someone put us together. I’m not a religious person,far from it. But I do believe in “soulmates” and I also believe in spirit guides. Maybe this is the way my life is supposed to go. Yeah I’ve been through a lot,to much if I’m honest. But maybe meeting and working with Marcus is the best thing that will ever happen to me,he certainly restored my faith in men.

I’ve been going to therapy for around 3 weeks now,my therapist being a very wise mid to late 50s woman,who has also gone through abuse.she tells me I am very strong and have a heart of gold. And that I need to heal before I get into another relationship. She has told me a lot of methods and books I can read,I’ve read more in the last few weeks than I have in my entire life.

Marcus is interested too,I lent him one of my books and he came to work the next morning with tears in his eyes and said “if this is just a fraction of what you went through then you are the strongest person I’ve ever known” and pulled me into a hug. Marcus is never shy to show his emotions,I like that about him. He is never shy of crying at a movie or a good song,he is never shy of telling me how HE feels. It has come up in conversation once or twice how he “thinks the world of me” and I’m “the most powerful beautiful woman he’s ever met” it normally comes out on the nights I’m crying into his shoulder because I think it’s all my fault. “Darling,one day you will know how it feels to be loved by a proper man,a man who will do anything for you because you deserve everything” he will whisper into my ear,he knows I am not ready for a relationship yet,he actually encourages I heal first,just like he did with Lisbon. But feelings are feelings and we both know that our feelings towards each other are more than platonic at this point. Small touches and eye contact kinda give it away,I just wish I wasn’t so fucked in the head that I could act on those feelings.

Later that day

Marcus comes over for our weekly movie night and we start the night off like we usually do,getting takeout. I’ve started to feel more insecure about eating around Marcus recently because of my feelings for him. I’m a bigger girl and all through out my life I was told I’m “fat” and “shouldn’t be eating that” the take way is ordered and it comes in no time,we get the pizza and sourdough out of the boxes and sit down on the sofa. “You can eat around me ya know,I think your body is beautiful,I don’t care what society thinks” Marcus softly says. “I know…it’s just all through out my life people have told me I shouldn’t eat certain “fatty” foods because I’m already fat enough” I sigh.

“Well fuck them,eat what you fucking want. It’s your life not theirs.” He says softly then chuckles.

“You think I’m beautiful?” I shyly say.

“I know you are” he says and leans in closer to me.

Ya know how I said I love how Marcus speaks his mind? That is what I mean,he isn’t afraid to say something “controversial” he also isn’t afraid to admit something is off with himself or if something is off with me he will be the first person to notice. He’s just so god damn perfect.

I sigh deeply.

“What’s up” he says after finishing his pizza “pizza put you in a food coma?” He chuckles.

“No no,I’m fine! just…thinking”

“Penny for thoughts? Or do you want to be left alone for a bit?”

Prang there goes my heart strings again,god fucking damnit.

“Could we just cuddle for a bit? Could use the grounding?” I say softly.

“Sure thing hunny,come ‘ere” Marcus pats his chest.

We stay cuddled for around half an hour,to be honest I’m far from relaxed I’ve been rehearsing a fucking speech for the past hour,of how I’m going to admit my feelings to Marcus,how I’m going to go about it.

“You sure you ok? You are very quiet today” Marcus strokes my hair gently.

Fuck it I’m gonna tell him,what could possibly go wrong?

“Marcus,can we talk?” I say shyly.

“Yeah of course what’s up hun?” He lifts his head up slightly and pauses the movie on the screen.

I take a deep breath,”this has been bubbling for a while now,but I like you.more than just friends,you make me feel safe,protected…happy again,you’ve help me through the toughest times of my life…you’ve helped me heal. I never thought I would trust anyone with my heart again but you came into my life with your charm and kindness and swept me off my feet. I think I’m ready to take my healing journey to the next step,to be in a relationship again,and I want it to be with you”.

Marcus looks shocked but happy,he puts his finger on my cheek and wipes the tears,”oh darling I’m so proud of you, you already know how much I think of you,how beautiful I think you are. And how I want to spend the rest of my life proving how real love should be. But for you to say those words,I’m so fucking proud of you. I know how much it took for you to say those words,and how much it even took for you to admit you had feelings for someone again. We can take this as slow as you want,your in control here,we will do this at your pace. And I mean everything,sex,kissing,going out in public,everything is your pace I promise”. He holds my face in his hands before pulling me into a hug,I can’t help but breakdown a little. This is the safest I’ve ever felt,in years…maybe even in my life,and it’s all thanks to Marcus.”don’t cry baby,you’ll get me going” Marcus soothes me gently by rubbing my back. “There happy tears,I’ve never felt so happy and safe with anyone” I say wiping my tears.” “Is it ok if I kiss you,I really want to kiss you” “I want you to kiss me Marcus,I’ve dreamt of kissing you for the last 8 months,when I was with Jake, and he would kiss me,I imagined it was you,even though you are nothing like Jake…obviously,I’m rambling just kiss me” I laugh softly. The moment his lips meet mine it is like a million fireworks,his lips are so soft and plump,like they were made for me. They mold into mine so easily,the softness of his lips and the slight roughness of his stuble,it all feels so amazing,it feels natural to kiss him. Like we have been together all along,our skins rubbing against each other as we kiss.

When we finally break the kiss,the look on both our faces is pure bliss,”so your saying…all them years I’ve been in bad relationship after bad relationship you were here all this fuckin time,waiting for me?” I chuckle softly. “That’s how the world works darlin” he laughs and cups my face in his hand “your an amazing kisser,I can’t believe I didn’t kiss you sooner” he chuckles

“You and me both,I wish I found you when I moved over here. Not stayed with that abusive dickhead for another 5 years.” I sigh softly “you make me feel so alive Marcus”

We have a deep chat about how our relationship is going to go for the next 4 hours before heading to bed.

“Can you…sleep with me tonight, I know you normally sleep on the couch but…I want to be close to you” I say shyly.

“Of course hunny,I couldn’t think of anything more perfect” Marcus whispers.

We sleep in each others arms all night.

#marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x plus sized reader #marcus pike x you #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #pedropascalcomfort

[bitchinbarzal]

hi my love! I’m glad to see you back writing more! Definitely missed seeing you grace my dash! 🤍

Can you do 16. "i need you to pretend to be my partner for the family christmas party." And 19. "you broke my heart last christmas, but i'm still not over you." With Quinn? 🤍 if not both, do 19! Thank you dear!

hi lovey, I missed u 🫶🏼🎄

-

When Quinn called you, you were skeptical.

“Hello, Quintin what can I do for you?” He flinched at the use of his full name.

“I have a favour to ask and I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t important and the last resort” he rushed out.

You rolled your eyes “What is it Quinn?”

“I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for my family Christmas party”

There was silence.

“Hello?” “Im still here, just contemplating what the fuck you just asked me”

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important, I swear-“

“Why me?”

Another silence.

“I never told my mom we broke up”

“You what?!” “I’m sorry I know it was stupid-“

You screeched “It was not stupid Quinn it’s fucking insane! What is wrong with you we broke up almost a year ago!”

“My mom liked you too much she would like disown me”

“Fine”

“Fine?” “Yes, I’ll come to the stupid thing. Is it in Michigan?”

He gave you all the details, he’d be paying for your flight obviously.

You played the role of doting girlfriend well, playing into his mom and grandmothers wishes. They talked about marriage and kids, you just smiled and laughed it off with

“Maybe he’ll pop the question soon!”

Quinn admired you, after everything he put you through last year and you were still able to do this for his family.

When Luke and Jack arrived in from Jersey they were more than confused to find you in the kitchen. They knew you’d broken up. They actually let you stay with them in Jersey for the few months following the break up you claimed you needed out of Vancouver.

The breakup wasn’t amicable in any sense of the word, you hated Quinn. He had broken your heart.

Before Christmas last year with a looming trade deadline you asked Quinn the simple question of would he want you move with him if he went somewhere else.

There was talk of Quinn going to the islanders, minnesota and even Detroit so it was a fair question. They weren’t just a train journey away.

Quinn had brushed it off with a no not really.

That sent you spiralling.

While you weren’t old and time wasn’t coming to get you, you didn’t want to be wasting your life in a relationship that didn’t have a future. It created a huge argument between you both that stretched over days and ended in Quinn yelling that he didn’t even want to be with you anymore.

You left and never came back.

Elias told him he was an idiot. Brock actually hit him at practice. Jack called him every name under the sun. Luke was just sad. Brady told him that he and Emma would choose you if it came to picking sides.

Bo called him in after practice, asking what happened. That you’d been in his house crying to Holly. Bo was confused because only three weeks before he had accompanied Quinn to a jeweller to purchase your engagement ring.

Quinn was scared. It was all a lot at once and he got overwhelmed and he regretted it ever since.

When Christmas Eve rolled around the entire family gathered in the living room for a movie, it was tradition.

Luke had picked the movie, the polar express. A movie about a couple of kids on a train shouldn’t have set you off but it did. It was the movie you’d been watching last year when everything happened.

Quinn noticed how you uncomfortably shifted under his arm for a while before excusing yourself out the room. He followed you, out to the patio where you stood in the freezing snow.

“What are you doing?! It’s freezing!”

“Leave me alone, Quinn!” You had tears running down your face.

“W-what is going on?” “I can’t - I can’t do this anymore Quinn it’s all too much. The lies and the pretending to be happy!”

He sighed, ripping off his hoodie and throwing it over you before he said anything else.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I asked you to do this, I’m sorry I lied to them, I’m sorry for what I did, i’m sorry y/n!”

You continued to sob “you broke my heart last christmas, but I’m still not over you Quinn! I want so badly to be over you!”

His breath caught in his throat “You what?”

“God, Quinn this is so fucked up! You don’t even want me! You said it yourself you didn’t want me to go with you I just look desperate right now-“

“- no, no you don’t because I still love you too and I’ve been regretting everything that happened last December since the moment you left”

At this point you’re both standing in the snow, freezing, lips slightly blue with heaving chests.

“Quinn… I can’t let you break my heart again” your voice cracked “I don’t think I’ll survive”

It physically pained him to see what he had put you through.

Closing in the space between you, you were chest and chest with him hanging over you. His thumb reached up and brushed away your tear “Don’t cry pretty girl”

“I’m so sorry, I’ll never forgive myself for what I did to you but I love you so much and I was scared. I’m tired of being scared because I’d rather live life a little bit scared than without you. I’m begging you to please, please tell me we can work this out”

You sucked in your bottom lip, your breathing still shaky.

“please” It was almost painful, he was begging.

“You get one shot Hughes, no more” You mumbled, a weight lifted off your shoulders.

He smiled, hand moving from your cheek to the back of your head to pull you in for a kiss never breaking apart until you desperately needed air.

Before either of you could speak the door opened and Jack appeared “Hey lovebirds, you coming? It’s after midnight grandma wants to light the candle”

You nodded, asking for a couple minutes from the boy.

You turned back to Quinn and smiled “Merry Christmas, my love”

“Best Christmas ever”

#lulu’s christmas party