#Sorry guys--I barely had time to get this posted this weekend. Will try to make it cleaner next weekend!

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𝔄𝔯𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔉'𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩?

MDNI, skadaddle nigga

✦A/N: i swear i try to post more but like but sitting on my ass is just rlly fun to do. BUT OFC I CANT BE GONE FOR LONGG!! also i didn’t proofread so ignore typos. here’s an ony fic that i pushed out my pussy bc i’m hot like that. ENJOY!

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Synopsis: You and ony have been fwb for a few months now. On a strict “no emotions involved” type of situation. But he can’t help it if he gets jealous when you start talking to someone else. Your famous last words? "Make me, nigga."

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Wc: 2,233

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Warnings: Mdom, argument, jealous ony, degradation, light choking, oral male!receiving, manhandling, spanking, face fucking, orgasm denial, fingering, very little praise, he’s mean asf, p in v, and finishing inside (practice safe sex)

(reader is black)

You and Onyankapon have been friends with benefits for a couple of months now. It all started because you wanted to lose your virginity badly. You were gnawing at the bars of your enclosure, being that dick hungry you put pornstars to shame. But you didn’t want to lose something so special to someone you barely knew. So you went down a line of people you knew, most of them you immediately shot down. Connie was a whore, Armin had a girlfriend, Jean is…Jean, so what was left was your best friend. He took the opportunity and ran with it, now you guys fuck at least twice a week.

Ony made the sex strictly just sex, with no relationship or strings attached. Just adults blowing off steam almost every weekend. He said it was ok to talk to other people, that’s where Eren comes in. You met him through Armin 2 weeks ago and you guys haven't stopped talking since. Even now, you’re at Ony’s house watching a movie but you can’t separate your eyes from your screen. He invited you over with the notion of just “watching a movie” but he just wanted to fuck, and you knew that. 

“Me Personally, I’d definitely survive in the quiet place. Like all you have to do is be quiet, it’s easy.”

You nod your head slowly, paying no attention to Ony’s statement. Your fingers are flying across your phone, you’re having a deep conversation with Eren. Ony looks over at you and rolls his eyes, you can feel his attitude radiating off of him and steam coming out of his ears.

“My nigga, you’re not even listening to me,” 

“First, I’m not ‘your nigga’. Secondly, I am listening…”

You trail off after hearing your phone go off with a ding. You snatch your phone out of your lap quickly and start typing away. He gives you the most crazed look he can muster. 

“Nigga, are you f’real?”

You look over at Ony’s reaction and the fact that he’s acting like such a drama queen right now. There’s no way he’s hurt by the fact that you’re talking to other people. He’s the one who made the rules in the first place, so why does he care who you talk to? He’s starting to regret his rule-making skills. Your flawless brown skin-pops with your white hoodie and sweatpants to match. Even before y’all started hooking up he thought you were the most beautiful person ever. 

“Damn, what the fuck are you talking about? Are you good?”

You frowned at his outburst, confused by the sudden change in tone. You finally put your phone to the side and put your attention on Ony. 

“You’ve been on your phone this whole fucking time. Paying absolutely no attention to me or the movie. Who are you even texting?”

“No One-” 

Ding..

Ony groans before snatching your phone out of your lap and softly pushing you back from getting it. You get up from your position on the couch and start reaching over his head but his grip on your wrist won’t budge. 

“Let’s see who you’re so fucking focused on…”

He looks at the screen and goes silent before turning his head at you. You’re standing there with an overly irked look, hands on your hips, and eyeing him up and down.

“...Eren!? Eren fucking Jeager!? Don’t tell me you’re actually talking to that sorry ass nigga?’

You roll your eyes at his possessiveness. There’s no reason why he should be concerned about who you text and who you decide to mingle with. It’s your pussy and can determine who it wants, right? 

“It’s not something you should be concerned about. Shit, just give me the dick so I can leave, that’s why you called me over right?”

His eyes go wide at your boldness. He can’t tell if you’re upset or just trying to rile him up—either way, it’s making him go insane. 

“Take that bass out yo’ voice mama. I’m looking out for you, Eren isn’t the type you want. Stop talking to that nigga”

He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue showing clear signs of irritation. His baritone voice sends chills down your spine. Even when he’s irritated he still looks handsome, the warning look in his eyes makes your pussy clench.

“Who are you talking to right now? I ain’t gotta do shit, f’real. I’m not gonna let some Chiptole bag-tatted ass nigga tell me what the fuck to do.” 

Ony’s eyes are bulging out of his head and the vein on his forehead is starting to grow. He isn't fond of your attitude, he snatched you up multiple times because of it. He slowly gets up from his spot on the couch, now looking down at you with a dark look in his eye. 

“Watch your tone…”

He says eerily calm, his low voice coming out as silk to your ears. It’s like he’s talking directly to your pussy and she’s listening to every word he’s saying. Instead of standing down like he said you decide to stand on business, which is one mistake amongst many.

“Make me, nigga..”

You scuffed and rolled your eyes. That statement alone made Ony let out a rich chuckle, his face displaying a cheeky smirk. Before you even have time to gauge his actions you feel his callous hand wrap around your neck, forcing you to look up at him.

“Make you what? Say it again..”

He whispers seductively in your ear. You turn away from him before he roughly drags your face back to his. You shake your head not wanting to even breathe, You started this mess now he has to finish it. 

“The cock slut doesn’t wanna speak, huh? Take off your clothes since you want my dick so badly.”

The tent in his pants is now noticeable. He lets go of your neck and sits back down on the couch. You start untying your sweatpants, then slowly taking over your panties, followed by your hoodie and bra. Now you’re standing in front of him, all dignity stripped away with your clothes. 

“Get on your knees and suck this dick, I’ll show you exactly how to watch that mouth one of yours.” 

You nod before sitting in front of him unbuckling his belt. You slide down his pants to reveal his bulging cock through his underwear. You slowly pull down his underwear, earning a scuff from Ony. He pushes your hand away and pulls his cock out himself. His leaking mushroom tip was just inches away from your face. 

“Open your mouth.”

His passionless voice makes your clit throb and your stomach drop. He’s giving you no mercy tonight and you know that. You open your mouth wide as directed and impatiently wait for his next. He chuckles at how pitiful you look at this moment, taking a mental snapshot in his head. You’re waiting for his next command, your hand in between your thighs as you subtly grind on your hand for some type of friction. He grabs the base of his cock and slaps the tip on your tongue. 

“You like this shit, don’t you? Go on, suck it.”

You wrap your plump lips around his big cock, bobbing your head slowly. You trace circles around his tip with your tongue. He lets out a string of groans, feeling your warm mouth wrapped around his cock. He grabs the back of your neck and pushes you down on his cock roughly. You gag when his cock grazes the back of your throat with force. Tears swell in your eyes as he fucks your face senselessly. The vibrations of your moans drive him crazy, your muffled moans and tears send him over the edge. 

“Mhm…Swallow this cock—fuck”

His head lays on the couch cushion behind him. His hand travels from your neck to the back of your head, gripping your hair harshly. Your faux locs are now scrunched up in his hand. He starts pushing your head down rougher as his pace starts getting sloppy. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth and hot tears flow down your face. 

“Fuck–I’m about to cum. Make me cum, slut.” 

You moan at his command, your fingers travel down to your soaked pussy, and start massaging your aching clit. You hollow your cheeks and bob your head at his messy tempo pushing him closer and closer to his climax. White ropes shoot down your throat, and the warm thick substance slides your throat. His dick flops out your mouth with a ‘pop’. You rub fast circles on your clit wanting to cum as hard as he did. Right before you make it you feel Ony grab your wrist, halting any movement. 

“Who said you could touch yourself? Get up…”

You pout at your ruined orgasm. You get up before he grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap. Your ass grazes his cock and your back is to his chest. He spreads your legs and hands as he traces small circles on your clit. Your head falls back in satisfaction, he smoothly inserts two of his long fingers inside your damp cunt. You grab his arm roughly, leaving dark nail marks on his tatted skin. His finger moves in and out of you with wet sounds accompanying it. 

“F…fuck…right there..”

You whine into his neck when you feel his pace quicken. He’s knuckles deep inside of you, the speed of his strokes increasing by the second. He chuckles at the sight, you’re drooling, your eyes screwed shut, and pornographic moans flooding the living room.

He groans as you squirm in his lap, your bare ass rubbing against his hard cock. He uses his other hand to rub your sensitive clit. Your grip tightens on his arm, your nail prints getting deeper every time he picks up his pace. His fingers plunging into your cunt with such speed and aggression brings you closer to your orgasm. 

“F—Fuck…s…slow down…I’m about…to—”

Ony chuckles before pausing his movement. He removes his fingers from your sloppy pussy and trails his hand over to your ass and gives it a small squeeze. 

“Only good girls get to cum. C’mon, face down ass up. Right now.” 

You whine at the absence of friction and he gives your ass a hard ‘Smack’ in response. He tossed you over to the other side of the couch before turning you on your stomach. He slides his cock on your warm slit, teasing your greedy pussy. He gives your ass a sharp slap before plunging his cock into your pussy without warning. 

You let out a porno-worthy moan and grab one of the couch cushions for stability. Ony quickly picks up the pace, abusing your cervix with every stroke. He gives your ass a couple of harsh slaps before grabbing the back of your neck and pushing your face into the couch cushion. The living room is overflowing with moans, grunts, and the sound of your sopping wet pussy. You put your hand back to stop Ony’s forceful thrust. 

“S—Shit…slo—ow…down…fuck” 

“Nah, Take this shit…Fuck, you’re such a slut.” 

Ony slaps your hand away before placing both of his hands on your hips, pulling you deeper into every thrust. You stifle your moans with your both as the bully of your pussy continues. 

‘Ding’

‘Ding’

You hear him groan as his strokes cease. He grabs your phone from the other side of the couch before scoffing at the name. 

“What the fuck does this lame ass nigga want?... Hold on.” 

You can hear the smirk in his voice, his cock going at a slower pace than before. You let out a few whimpers that earn you a harsh slap on your already stinging ass. 

“Hush…” 

His monotone voice sends chills down your spine. You have no clue what's going on behind you until you notice the shadow of your silhouette on the neighboring wall. 

‘Is that a flashlight? Wait…is he recording?’

Before you can confirm your answer he goes back to abusing your pussy. You muffle a moan with the pillow in front of you. He presses your body against the couch, the only thing talking is the wetness of your pussy.

“Shit…She’s talking to me, mama. C’mon, tell him who this pussy belongs to.”

You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out but slutty moans. He gives your ass a hard smack, placing his free hand on your lower back. 

“Y-You! F—Fuck!... You do! You own this…mmph…slutty pussy!”

You choke out, completely cock drunk. You hear him chuckle and groan. You pussy turning him into a mess also. His strokes begin to get messy and you feel his cock twitch inside of you. 

“Shit mama…cum on my cock baby .”

He reaches his free hand around to trace circles on your clit.  Almost like clockwork, you leave your juices all over his cock and coat his shaft in a slippery mess. You feel his tip hit your G-spot a few more times before you feel his warm and sticky cum engulf your inside. His cock is covered in both of your juices, a ring of the mix at the base of his cock. 

Your brain is fogged with lust, you can barely think right now. All you can see are stars and darkness before finally feeling him pull out. 

“Did my dick feel good?”

“Mhm…”

“You’re my slut, right?”

“Mhm…” 

“Thank you, mama."

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[coquitokisses]

Back Together | Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader, (husband!Bucky Barnes x wife!reader, dad!Bucky Barnes x mom!reader)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings/Tags: Bucky being dad and hubby material, fluff, angst maybe?

Summary: Bucky and reader are married and have two girls, but because of Bucky’s work, reader decides to “break up” and have been separated for a few months. (Let’s say that this “job” was when the whole thing with John Walker happened in TFATWS, idfk lol)

A/N: so I’m currently writing a fanfic (on wattpad) and I had this idea, but I’m not there on the fanfic just yet lol so I decided to just post it here (also, my first language isn’t english so if there are any errors or mistakes, I’m sorry lmao)

The girls are like 4 and 5 years old and those aren’t the names I have planned on using for the fanfic, but it’ll do for now.. and Steve is alive and well lol (he doesn’t make an appearance, but I do mention him, like I said, this idea came as I was writing a fanfic so what I did was try and edit it a little bit so yall don’t need context and shit lol just enjoy okay?)

A/N #2: this is my first time doing this so just bare with me please lmao

It’s almost 10 pm which means Bucky must be on his way to bring the girls back after having them for the weekend. You were away in Seattle the whole weekend for work, but anyways it was Bucky’s turn to stay with the kids. They were supposed to stay with Wanda tonight, but since you arrived earlier than anticipated, you told her that Bucky was gonna bring them over.

You’re not on the best terms. Actually, you’re broken up at the moment and have been like that for like three months now. It all started because of Bucky’s “job”. You always said that he wasn’t being careful with the things he did and you didn’t like the constant worrying about him every time he went out to do his things. He didn’t really see it that way which made you get into a really bad fight and you decided to break up because he wasn’t putting his safety, or his family, as a priority and you didn’t like that.

Which was kinda true. So you’re currently not living together. Bucky has been staying with Steve, or with Sam whenever he comes to New York. The girls usually stay with you and then Bucky takes them on the weekends, but whenever you can’t take them to school (or get them on time) or something on week days, then Bucky takes them without a problem.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pick them up for you?” Wanda asked while on FaceTime with you

“It’s alright, red, don’t worry.” You replied “Besides, Bucky’s probably on his way anyway.”

“Still haven’t talked?”

“Well we talk, just not about us.” You said walking out of the kitchen

“And are you guys still, like, mad or..?”

“I don’t know.” You let out a sigh

“Steve told you he got out.”

“I know.”

“So?”

“I just.. I don’t know, I haven’t talked to him about it.”

“Well I think you need to.” She said “Just have a little chat and see where things are at.. you guys still love each other.”

And you did. Of course you did. And the girls want you to get back together too. But you just haven’t talked about it again.

“I don’t know, I’ll think about it.” You replied and just as you said that, you saw the car lights through the window “He’s here, I gotta go.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“I will, love you.”

“Love you more.”

You hung up the call and left the phone on the couch before heading to the door. You opened it and saw Bucky walking over to the house holding Olivia, your youngest, in his arms and Eloise was walking right next to him. And the three of them just looked tired as hell.

“Hi mommy.” Eloise ran over to you

“Hi, pretty girl.” You immediately hugged her

“Say hi to mama, Liv.” Bucky said as he got closer

“Hi mama.” Olivia opened her arms wanting you to pick her up so you did

“Hi, my angel.” You kissed her cheek

“Sorry to bring them so late, we just got out of the cinema.” Bucky said

“Buck, it’s fine, they don’t even go to school yet.” You told him “Did you guys have fun?” You asked the girls

“So much fun!” Eloise replied excitedly “We also went to the trampoline park earlier.”

“Oh well that explains why someone’s a little more tired than others.” You looked at Olivia and she rested her head on your shoulder

“Mommy, can daddy tuck us in tonight, please?” Eloise asked

“Baby, I’m sure mommy had a really long and tired flight and she just wants to sleep.” Bucky told her

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You said “Daddy will tuck you in, sweetheart.” You tucked a few strands of Eloise’s hair behind her ear

“Daddy, come on.” She grabbed Bucky’s hand

You all went inside and you gave the girls a quick shower before Bucky helped them get in their pjs.

“Mommy, are we staying with auntie Wanda tomorrow?” Eloise asked as she got on her bed

“Yes, baby, I need to go to work.” You replied

“Can’t we stay with daddy?”

“Daddy works too, honey.” You moved her hair out of her face “I thought you liked staying with auntie Wanda.”

“We do, but we wanted to stay with daddy again.” Olivia spoke

“Well I can pick you up at auntie Wanda’s house when I get out of work, how does that sound?” Bucky told them

“And we can get dippin dots too?” Olivia looked at him with puppy eyes

“We can get whatever you girls want.” He said squishing her cheeks making her giggle

You couldn’t help but smile a little. You loved watching Bucky with the girls, he really is an amazing father and they love him like crazy.

“Alright it’s getting super late, time to sleep.” You said to them

“But mom!” Eloise pouted

“No buts, listen to your mom.” Bucky said “Come on, get in bed both of you.”

Each of the girls got in their beds and Bucky went and tucked them both. They have their own separate rooms, but they’re pretty close and they’ve always wanted to sleep in the same room so when the time came and you bought Olivia her big girl bed, Bucky just placed it in Eloise’s room. Anyways, when the time comes when they get to the point where they don’t even want to look at each other, you’ll probably make Bucky move Olivia’s bed back to her room and problem solved. But for now, they absolutely love being in the same room.

“I love you.” Bucky kissed Olivia’s forehead “And I love you.” He then kissed Eloise’s “So so much.”

“We love you too, daddy.” They said

“Now get some sleep because auntie Wanda is coming early tomorrow to pick you up before I leave.” You leaned down to kiss each of them on their heads “I love you both so insanely much.”

“Love you too, mommy.”

“Now go to sleep or I’ll call the slender man.” Bucky said as he turned off the light

He quickly closed the door once you got out of the room and the girls let out a scream that made you both laugh.

“You’re evil.” You chuckled “Creating them traumas so young.”

“It gives them strength.”

You rolled your eyes laughing. “Of course.”

You both went downstairs and then Bucky went back to the car to bring back Olivia’s shoes and a few toys that the girls left in the car. While you put them on the dining table, Bucky was just telling you what they did and how the girls were on the weekend.

“Liv didn’t even asked for my help to wipe her after using the bathroom.”

“No?!” You looked at him kinda shocked

Potty training Eloise was way easier than training Olivia. First she was afraid of the toilet being flushed, then she was afraid that something would come out and bite her, then she didn’t want to stay alone while using the toilet. It’s been a rollercoaster for all of you.

“No, she did it all by herself.”

“Oh my god, really? I’m gonna cry.” You said with a hand on your chest

“She said she’s a big girl and big girls don’t need any help to go potty.”

“She is a big girl.” You said “Fuck, they’re both getting so big.”

“They are.” He nodded “How was Seattle?”

“Fucking amazing.” You said excited “It’s so pretty.”

“And how did it went? Are they planning on transferring you?”

“Hell no, I told Nick I’m not leaving New York.” You replied “If we were still living in the compound, then this would’ve been a whole different conversation, but we’re not and we have kids now so no, I’m not leaving even if they pay me more.”

“Well if they are paying you more then..” he raised his eyebrows

You laughed. “You know what I mean, idiot.” You rolled your eyes “But no, I’m not being transferred.”

“Then why did you go?”

“Nick said that they needed someone like me for some training.” You answered “It was great, I got to teach a few people about self defense, how exciting.”

“I’m glad.” He said with a small smile

He was genuinely happy for you. He knew how much you’ve missed working like that. Being an agent, a spy, you missed it. But at the same time, it wasn’t really in your plans anymore ever since you got pregnant with Eloise. It happened during the blip as well so you weren’t exactly working as an agent or spy anymore so you just decided to leave it behind for good. Until recently.

“You know, if it’s really what you want, then go for it.” He told you “The girls aren’t stopping you and neither am I.”

“I know, but it’s just that I feel like I’m on a different stage in life now.” You said “It felt fucking amazing, don’t get me wrong.”

“Then do it, talk with Nick and tell him to put you out there, that’s what you want.”

“I don’t know.” You let out a sigh

“We’re not going anywhere, you know that, right?” He said and you looked at him “And how cool would it be for the girls to say that their mommy is a spy?”

You laughed. “They will brag about it for sure.”

“And the best part is that you’re great at it and always have been.”

“I don’t know, I’ll think about it.” You shrugged looking at the time on the stove “It’s getting very late.” You looked at him

“Ouch okay, I’m leaving.”

“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes

“Are we gonna keep this up?” He looked at you

“What?”

“This nonsense.” He motioned his hand between the two of you

“This nonsense?” You arched an eyebrow “Do I need to remind you whose fault is it that we’re on this position right now?”

“It could’ve gone so much better, but little miss I’m extremely petty over here, doesn’t like to listen to people and doesn’t care about anything other than her opinion.” He said

“Oh don’t make me mad, James.” You crossed your arms

“It’s the truth and you know it.”

“I think you can go now.” You said turning around and starting to walk away

“See what I mean?” You heard him say from behind “Can’t we just talk about it like normal people?” He asked following you

“I don’t think there’s anything to talk about.” You said turning around to look at him

“Well I think it is.”

“Bucky..”

“Y/N, come on.” He sighed “It’s been three months, are you gonna keep pushing me away?”

And he’s right, you’ve been kinda pushing him away. To be honest, the whole thing could’ve been avoided if Bucky and you came to an agreement, but you never did. You were upset that he was going away with Sam to do all these things that you weren’t okay with and you were thinking about the kids, which, at the moment, he wasn’t doing and that pissed you off. That was the whole thing. He didn’t want to empathize with the way you were viewing the whole situation and he was kinda making you look crazy. Saying things like “it’s not a big deal” or “everything will be alright, you don’t need to freak out”.

How does he expect you to not freak out when he doesn’t care about doing all this dangerous things? Was he insane?

In other circumstances, if you didn’t have kids for example, maybe you would’ve been a little bit more okay with it, maybe. But it’s a whole different scenario now.

And you were kinda pushing him away, sort of. But it wasn’t intentional, it’s just that you were kinda petty and there were times where he wanted to kinda fix things, but you wouldn’t let him because you would find a way to push him away unconsciously.

“You made me feel like I was exaggerating when I clearly wasn’t.” You said

“Because at the moment I did feel that way and I didn’t want to view the situation the way you were.” He explained “And I know I was wrong for that and I’m sorry.”

You let out a sigh. “You still went.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I should’ve stayed here with you, I regretted it the moment I left with Sam.” He said “And I came back as soon as I could.”

“And you stayed with Steve.” You rolled your eyes

“Baby, you wanted to kill me, do you really think I was just gonna come and ask you to take me back after that shit? Like you were just gonna accept me.”

“… Well, you’re kinda right.”

“I know, Steve told me you were pissed and that you wanted to punch me.”

“I did tell him that.” You nodded

“I’m sorry, I really am.”

“It’s fine, just forget it, I’m sick of the topic anyway.” You replied leaning on the back of the couch

“But are we fine?” He asked

“I don’t know, are we?”

“Well I’d say we are, kinda.” He got closer to you “You want me to do anything?”

“You could start by fixing the damn back door.”

“Again? But I just fixed it a few months ago.”

“Well I think you did it wrong because the doorknob is broken again.”

“I need to change that fucking door already.” He rolled his eyes “Anything else? Are you still mad at me?”

“A little.” You replied

“Just a little?” He moved his hands to your hips “I can help you change your mind.”

“Easy there, soldier.”

“Easy my ass, come here.”

Before you could even protest, his real hand grabbed your neck and he pulled you in for a kiss that screamed need. You really missed his kisses and just the way he would always give you a peck, whenever and wherever, whatever you were doing, he didn’t give a single care in the world. This man could see you sitting on the toilet and he still would go and give you a quick kiss.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He whispered on your lips “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

“I did too.”

“Can we please never fight again?” He gently put his forehead against yours

“As long as you don’t piss me the fuck off doing some stupid shit like that again, we’re good.”

“Good.” He nodded before kissing you again

“And I swear to god..” you started saying between kisses “If I see you again that close to John Walker, I’m gonna kill you.”

“I know.” He said lowering his hands to the back of your thighs and picking you up

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a/n: should I post the fanfic here? What do we think? Lol (I’ve been thinking about it A LOT lately)

**UPDATE! I ended up uploading the fanfic and here is the masterlist for it lol

Anywaysss, hope you liked this! <3

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[ma1dita]

BABEEE happy birthday!! (i'm so terribly late i'm so sorry) congrats on 23💖

🐥 so i'm having thoughts right now about luke x reader and physical affection. like maybe one of them being touch starved and always craving the other person's touch and the other person noticing it and doing it more? maybe from platonic (i will go down with best friends to lovers) to romantic, i'm just on this brainrot tonight

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x reader

a/n: back from the klerb but here with a classic 4am post 🥂 but the hangxiety wont let me rest until this is out! ill edit this in the morning... or not 😗

wc: 1.1k

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It’s hard to miss what you’ve never had.

Luke Castellan was never a touchy guy. Sure, he’ll hold a new camper’s hand during welcome tours (especially the little ones who can barely keep up with his long legs; if they’re lucky they get a piggy back ride), and he won’t shy away from a clap on the back when his strategies for capture the flag bring his team to victory (they always do, mind you), and when he feels like it, he’ll even shove Annabeth playfully to show her he adores her (but she packs a punch now that she’s older).

It never really goes past that, and he’s never had to think too hard about it—physical touch.

He’s the one who takes care of others—a part of his nature like it is for Hermes’ cabin to take in unclaimed demigods. But something changed in the months that he’s gotten closer to you. At first, he’d bite his tongue at the way you’re so open to patting his cheek when he does something funny (which he doesn’t try to make a show of, but now…), how you choose to sit so close to him during bonfires that your knees touch (the Apollo kids could be singing about the heavens falling down on them for all he cares but he zeroes in on every word that leaves your lips), and the way you’d lock your fingers with him for a pinky promise after every little thing ‘to make sure it’s real’ (Luke didn’t understand the merit of a pinky promise over whether you could have his dessert for the next week if you took over arts and crafts with the kiddie campers for him; truthfully he’d give it to you anyway). It was unusual for him to have someone comfort him, to show care without a true reason. But he didn’t realize how much more it bothered him now that you wouldn’t even look him in the eye.

Silena and some of the other Aphrodite children had asked you the very defining question of, “Do you like Luke Castellan?” and having never thought of it that way, or being able to put your feelings for him in words instead of fingers in his belt loops or in the muss of his curls—that shit was terrifying!

You spent all Saturday afternoon at the docks with them belly down under the glare of the sun’s rays as they explained to you what the five love languages are. By the end of it, sunburn wasn’t the only reason you felt hot.

“Your love language is physical touch,” one of Silena’s older half-siblings—Connelly, says like he’s explaining that the sky is blue, “And Luke’s not that type of guy! Think he’s more acts of service…”

“Ooh, or words of affirmation….” another one of them muses, but the sound of your heartbeat tunes it all out. Well shit, have you been sending him the wrong signals? Or are there even any signals you want to send him? 

Nevertheless, in the matters of love or even the tiniest whisper of it—maybe there’s no one else you can trust with this stuff besides Cabin 10.

Wrong.

Absolutely wrong. Whatever the hell you’ve been convinced or whatever’s changed since last weekend—Luke just knows he hates it, and he’s angry. He’s angry at how you gasp in surprise every time you brush shoulders during archery practice when you used to let him fix your form, he’s angry at how you’ll squeeze campers’ shoulders to tell them they’re doing a good job carrying the strawberry crates—and all he gets is a mumbled ‘Thanks, Castellan’ when he stacks them up and takes your load.

Luke’s so terribly angry that Travis told him he’s been walking around like a big strawberry, face red and irritated—but not at you. 

He realizes he’s also angry at the fact that he can’t protect you from the onslaught of a rain cloud—or maybe it was the fact that you’re so okay with the rain touching your skin and seeping through your orange shirt like he wishes you’d let him. He’s angry at the way the wind blows your hair into your face and your fingers brush the strands away like he wishes he can. Most of all, Luke Castellan is angry that he didn’t know how good a simple touch could be until he lost it—before he even really got to appreciate yours.

You’re sitting on the opposite end of the row in the amphitheater laughing with your friends and the furrow in his thick brow is a tell-tale sign of his discomfort. Luke doesn’t dare to remember what it’s like before you to be honest—he’d rather give up Elysium instead of having you ignore him like this. He calls your name, a tinge of both anger and desperation until you look over at him, eyelashes kissing your cheeks. The hold you have on him transcends the physical touch of your fingers but he wants, no—needs you next to him.

“C’mere! Why are you so far away?”

Luke hopes it doesn’t sound pathetic, but a crooked grin splits across his face as soon as you make your way over, sitting down and crossing your legs away from him. It’s still too far, even if he can feel your breath on his shoulder.

“Did I do something to make you angry? I…” The words escape his mouth in a jumble—quick wit from his father escaping him, though he knows not to rely on that asshole, god or not. You mutter words that almost escape him too, and he leans in, chasing your hands and putting them in his own until they’re gentle and soft in his lap.

“No, no…. I just… don’t want to push your boundaries. I know you don’t like it when I’m too touchy,” and he thinks his heart clenches a little like how you’re squeezing his hands. Luke shouldn’t feel instant gratification from a subconscious action. He wants to know you mean it with him—that’s what he can’t put into words.

“I….like it when you do.”

You notice the way his fingers tangle tighter with yours, pinkys interlocking with yours. When he lets go, Luke wraps his arm around your shoulders until you’re able to laugh in the crook of his neck. He chooses to place a kiss on the corner of your mouth when your head sways to face him at the silly tune about centaurs and then you realize that Luke loves the way you love him. You wonder if he accidentally missed meeting your lips, but then the noise in your head quiets down when he pulls you closer, lips locking tenderly, intentionally—as they were always meant to.

You both hear a giggle that sounds a lot like tinkling bells belonging to children of Aphrodite. 

For once they were wrong about love. 

Luke’s tongue parts through your lips and meets your own like they’re in a long awaited embrace, dancing and devouring you from the inside out but this, you— are what he can rely on. This, your touch, and how he chooses to let it consume him, never letting go.

[bloodgors]

HEY, I'M STILL GETTING READY!

featuring: needy blue lock rivals ... (isagi, kaiser, rin)

synopsis: while getting ready for a date between the two of you, they just can't seem to wait til' after the days affairs to get their hands on you.

note: i apologize for not being able to write for the rest of the bllk boys, this is a semi-introductory post as i've not been on the anime side of fic-blr in a while which is why i wanted to keep things to a minimum !! i plan 2 write for needy uber boys soon—lmk thru asks if there's anything/anyone specific you guys would like <3

content warning: literally just smut mdni, fem!reader, nipple sucking, swearing, fingering, spitting, cum swallowing, overstimulation, kaiser impact is REAL, use of german petnames (prinzessin = princess, engel = angel), dacryphilia, face fucking, established relationships :DD

isagi yoichi

"hey, 'sagi, do you think pink or green would be best suited for today? actually..." you bring a hand along with the hanger it held to your chest thinking.

the night before, you'd stayed at isagi's place, waiting for some heavy rain to die down. when it never did, you ultimately gave up and slept with him in his bed.

only after you ate breakfast is when he brought up the idea of a little cafe date, which led you here, seeking a second opinion on what to wear—and what better person was there to ask than your beloved boyfriend?

"would blue be better? i don't know what you like..." you turn around to place the hangers a mix of pink and green on his bed. that's when you don't notice a pair of arms creeping behind you.

"first off," isagi's breath fanned your skin, his dark blue hair clouding your vision. "i like everything on you no matter the color."

his fingers coarsely made their way to the back of your bra. "i think i'd like you best with nothing on right about now." isagi stuffed his face into the small of your neck, waiting for your permission to undo the hook.

"baby, we won't be able to go to the café you want if we do this." you paused to gasp as you felt his tongue flat on the spot of your neck that made you feel hazy. "b-but, just this once, i'll allow it."

you're immediately relieved you made your decision as you felt your bra fall slack to the ground, and your boyfriend's head and hand there to replace it. his skillful hands that were once used to ball into fists of victory, were now being used to pinch at your nipples to try and find victory in your satisfaction.

and boy was he happy.

"wait, 'sagi! i— if you keep this up, i won't wanna stop, and.." you look down at him, your hands stuttering not knowing where to position themselves.

he found this endearing and took his free hand to guide your hand to ruffle his hair, you hear him, although muffled with his cheek against your now wet breast, "why would you wanna stop now? i mean, i don't wanna stop... can't we just cancel for today and go to a restaurant later? 's not like it's the weekend tomorrow."

damn it, and who were you to go against the isagi yoichi? his easygoing, friendly, and cheery personality was nowhere to be seen. it's all that ego-isagi here you saw on television.

fuck. looking at him more intently, you swore you could see little white swirls in his eyes as he turned his head to keep sucking on your boob.

after lactating, you felt your nipple almost numb from how persistent isagi had been on tasting you. his fingers trailed down and dipped into your panties, letting out a grunt when he realized how wet you were.

"baby... 'm sorry for neglecting you all this time." he nudged his head against your stomach before keeping his hand in place, standing to meet your gaze. "i'll make you and i both feel good today, yeah?"

...

your bare back was pressed against the wall that seemed colder than ice compared to your hot-to-the-touch skin that'd been ignited by isagi's flame. his free hand skimmed over your skin, feeling it up, whereas his right hand was fixated on abusing your sopping cunt.

"isagi, slower—puh.." before you could finish your plead, his fingers instead sped up, you yelped when his thumb finally started rubbing at your clit.

your tongue hung out of your mouth, to isagi, this was a nice invitation to dance with the fleshy organ. he started with a sweet kiss, and it turned more and more lewd each second that passed as your moans grew louder.

as your muscles spasmed, you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you, senses all restrained from your high. your hands weakly clung onto isagi, he responded by hugging you, his hard-on noticeably rubbing against your bare pussy.

he used his hand to squish your face together while also bringing it up to face level.

"please?"

micheal kaiser.

you walk out dripping from a shower, a white towel neatly tied along your body to hide all the goodies from your chest and down. now standing by the mirror, you admire a micheal kaiser standing by the doorframe of your bathroom, and he watches as you plug in your hair dryer.

"prinzessin, are you almost done?" he sighs, resting his head against the door case, knowing damn well you weren't, just asking to annoy you.

you don't answer him and you lock eyes with him through the mirror wearing a "you already know the answer" type of look.

kaiser waves his hands in mercy, turning around to head over to your shared bed connected to the bathroom. you hear the faint sound of some sort of audio that'd been popular on tiktok before you switch on the hair dryer—that'll keep him occupied, you thought.

why was he so inpatient anyway? you were getting ready for the movies, after all, you wanted to look presentable with clean hair, a clean body, and some cute clothes! he should be able to wait patiently til his girlfriend gets all glammed up.

while you were about half-way done with drying your hair, you see your blonde boyfriend walk behind you, his arms stopping, encasing you in a space between him, and the sink.

"what now, kaiser?" you point the dryer at his hair at an attempt to annoy him, which didn't work, and even more surprisingly, didn't result in a string of complaints from him.

"how come you're being so annoying, huh?" you froze and turned off the blow dryer to hear him better. you then turned your body to look at him—no way he just called you annoying for drying hair.

"you're looking so fucking good and expect me not to want you to hurry?" kaiser's face gets closer to yours and you watch as his eyebrow twitches in annoyance, his parted lips ever-so-slightly chapped.

you purposely thrash your head back, so as to avoid the proximity. "i guess i'll just have to take longer, y'know, 'cause you interrupted me and all." you smile as you watch from the corner of your eyes, his cheeks go red with annoyance.

"oh, fuck no." are the last words he almost whispers before he suckles on your neck. you feel your heart beat as loud as a drum, shit, could he hear it too?

kaiser's lips left your neck, tongue still tracing little circles and hearts. your hand naturally flew to grip his back, while the other grabbed him by the hair to face level.

his expression was oh-so lewd, spit dribbled all over his chin, his mouth.. oh god his mouth. his mouth was gaping open, tongue still hanging out desperate to get another lick at your flesh. how could you not want to kiss that adorably needy face?

as you were about to lean in for a kiss, he gets down on his knees and looks up at your frustrated face. "go on, dry your hair. i can't wait and don't want to be late for the movie, so it's efficient to just do please you like this."

you stutter, "but, the same movie's on tomorrow can't we just," you sharply exhale as you feel the cold air hit your damp skin after kaiser yanks your towel off of your body. his eyes glare at you, knowing it was a sign to obey.

kaiser wasn't one to intently eat your pussy while all needy for his own pleasure. this'd be easy, or at least easier than usual.

boy, were you wrong.

you find yourself clenching the rim of the sink, head looking down to take a glimpse of kaiser. there he was, the bottom-half of his face covered in your cum.

"ka— kaiser! wait, i can't take anymore! i already came..." tears start to drop and land on his skin, that fuckin' baby-soft skin of his. he sure was enjoying this, that damned dickhead.

"yes, you can, do it for me engel." the vibrations from his voice paired with the unholy moans he emitted as he watched your body roll to the movements of his tongue drove you over the edge.

with shaky legs, you backed off of micheal kaiser and his now stained white face. he got up off his knees and wiped excess cum off his face with his index finger, only to stick it in your mouth.

spit messily made it's way down your chin, your eyes met his when you saw him fixated on your tongues movements, his eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted.

you swallowed and smiled.

"kaiser," you caught his attention with your out-of-breath call. "how 'bout i return the favor?"

itoshi rin

you sat at the vanity in rin's room applying lipstick as the final step of your makeup routine. you watch in the mirror as you see a slouched rin approaching, you smiled at the juxtaposition between the things you'd moved into his room, and rin's space itself.

rin crouched down and held your waist with both arms, mumbling into your hair. "i miss you." you smiled into the mirror, watching as the tiniest bit of his face got into frame.

"rinnie, i'm right here, how're you gonna miss me?" you cooed at him, still applying your lipstick after letting him distract you.

suddenly, you felt strong hands on both sides of your face turn your head, effectively smudging your lipstick on your cheek.

"itoshi! we're gonna be late to the dinner reservation now!" you whined at him, headbutting his forehead. rin pouted at the sudden use of his last name, it felt so foreign coming from your lips, he thought.

you sigh in regret as you see a pink mark from the sudden hit appear on his forehead, kissing it trying to ease his pain. "you're awfully clingy today, rinnie."

almost as if ignoring your observation, rin's eyes avert to the mirror to see himself after watching your lipstick fade into a lighter red after the peck. "hey, pay attention to me!"

"kiss me again, on the cheek this time."

"what?"

"you heard me."

you gave an experimental peck to his cheek before finally taking note of the mark it'd left. oh, so that's why he looked into the mirror. blush creeped it's way onto your face, now realizing how oblivious you looked.

"why so embarrassed? now we're matching, it's kinda... hot."

a little bit of blush showed itself on rin's face too, he scratched at the nape of his neck after that bold remark of his.

as if by a trance, you pulled rin into a kiss, switching your spots, with him sitting in the vanity stool, his strong arms pulling your legs into his lap. your kisses trailed down his neck, quiet moans escaping rin's throat.

your hips started grinding themselves against his, head dipping down as a response to the pleasure. "f-fuck, rin." you muttered, grip on his back tightening. his hold on your legs tried keeping them in place, and you could tell he was failing with how his teeth gritted together.

"d-don't go any farther, y/n."

your head tilted, "why?"

"i'm afraid i won't be able to hold back."

your hands came down to caress his which softened the grip he had on your legs. to take advantage of the situation, you experimentally bounce on his lap—a very uncharacteristic and lewd moan falling from his lips.

and that's when you knew it was it for rin itoshi.

..

there were a list of outcomes you could've thought of, maybe bouncing on his cock while watching yourself in the mirror, or even grinding on his thigh as punishment for teasing him. never did you think you'd be on your knees, having your face getting fucked by your boyfriend.

the sight was amazing though. a ring of white slick pooled at the base of his cock, along with a mixture of your red lipstick. if you looked up, you could see rin itoshi, face the color of your lipstick, mouth wide open with guttural sounds releasing from his throat every now and then.

"fuck, baby—your makin' a fuckin' mess of me." his hands push your head even closer to the base despite how impossible it seemed before, his moans revealing it all. "lipstick's fuckin' everywhere."

you hummed around his length, vibrations helping with sending him to his high. rin's muscles spasmed, his hands leaving your head, trying to grip the edge of anything and everything as to stabilize himself.

you pulled off of his dick, hot strings of white shooting onto your face and hair. smiling, you stick out your tongue to lick some cum that'd fallen at the corner of your lips.

"i'm a mess, guess it looks like we won't be going anywhere."

"you're.." he gasps out of breath. "you're a perfect looking mess, y/n."

like + reblog if u read this far,,, ily!

[the-froschamethyst4]

Ex’s and Oh’s

𖤐Paring: Ex Husband! Ghost x Ex Wife! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐AN: Sorry, it has taken me so long to post this, I've been busy and struggling with writers block for a while, it was hard to think of a way to start this story and also trying to not make it boring as well. Anyways, I hope you all will enjoy the fic version of headcanon

𖤐Based On: ex-husband-simon

𖤐Warnings: fluff, smut, language, ex's to lovers, children, kissing/making out, more use of Simon, abusive relationship,

𖤐Summary: Divorce is hard, and Simon didn't know it at all, he loved his ex-wife and did everything he could to be there for his kids

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Simon waits in the driveway for his kids, Silas the oldest child and Luna his youngest. He remembers this house his first house he's ever bought with his now ex-wife Y/n.

Y/n had given Simon divorce papers because she was always worried about Simon when he was away on deployment. When she was pregnant with Luna, she couldn't handle the stress.

He watches the front door open and his kids come rushing out, Luna hugging Simon's legs and Silas hiked his bags into the back seat of his fathers truck.

"Come on, kids," Simon says, he turns and sees Y/n in the doorway being hold by her new boyfriend, Duncan. Simon couldn't stand him.

Duncan just leeched off of Y/n. Her money, home, food, he didn't pay bills, he was basically a roommate. Y/n tried to get Duncan many jobs but he never lasted then 4 days.

That was all information from Silas and Luna.

Simon looks at his kids helping Luna into her car seat.

"Daddy, can we go to the Zoo?" Luna asked.

"Maybe next weekend," Simon tells her.

"But I wanna go today."

"Not today baby."

"Why?"

"Because...it's close for cleaning."

"The Zoo isn't closed," Silas jumps in.

"Yes it is," Simon says, looking at his son to be quite. At the moment Simon didn't have anything plan with his kids, he just wanted to relax with his children and help them with homework if they needed it.

"Daddy?" Luna looks up at him.

"Not today," he says again. He shuts the door.

"I'm sorry for the last minute pick up," Y/n walks to her ex-husband.

"It's okay.

Y/n had a meeting and she didn't trust...Duncan. Sure they're dating and all, but she trusts Simon a lot more than Duncan.

"I can't believe you asked him to do it...I'm surprised he even agreed," Duncan says, watching Simon pull out of the driveway. Duncan acts like Simon is a dead-beat father when he's not, Simon works and barely even gets to see his kids.

And Duncan doesn't even help out with the kids, the week ago, Silas needed to be picked up from football (Soccer) and Duncan "forgot" and Luna was home but locked out of the house and didn't know if anyone was home or not.

"What the hell do you mean? Simon is a good father, this isn't his first time picking up his children," Y/n says.

"But like...I'm surprised really," he chuckles.

"Duncan, he's not a dead-beat father," Y/n says.

"Sure, he is, sees his kids 40 days out of the year."

"He...works Duncan, unlike you," she says. "I need to get going."

"Can't believe you married that guy too, seems like an asshole."

"He never was!" Y/n stood up for her ex-husband but why? She's the one who gave him the divorce papers, why is she standing up for him? Because she still loves him.

Duncan was a distraction for Y/n, she still loved Simon, but couldn't bring herself to tell him that, she thought if she had a boyfriend maybe her mind will love him instead but it wasn't, she still loved Simon, and she'll defend him even if he doesn't want her to, she'll still do it for him.

Duncan also doesn't know he's a 'distraction' he thought Y/n did like him.

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Simon looks at his son and daughter in the rearview mirror they were eating their chicken nuggets or small cheese burger. They were hungry since Simon had picked them up around lunch time.

"How's everything?" Simon asked them.

"Good." Luna says.

"Amazing," Silas says.

"Good," Simon says as he starts to drive to his apartment complex.

Simon parked in his usual parking spot and he helps his kids out of the back seats of his truck. They head to the elevators and hit the 5th floor button going up.

Luna played with the toy she just got and Silas played with his. Once the door opened Luna headed to the apartment door and Silas walked with Simon holding his bag as Simon carried his daughters bag.

Simon opens the door and his kids rushed in going to their rooms grabbing more toys and dragging them to the living room that Simon cleaned just for them to mess it up again.

Simon smiles at his kids and jumps in to play with them, he jumps from playing Monster Trucks and Wrestling to Princesses and Pet Shops.

He likes to play with his kids, enjoying how they play and missed all times him and Silas use to play with each other, before Luna was born, he didn't play with her as much because of the divorce.

He lays on his back and Luna sits on his stomach, she pats his toned chest and was using his chest as a mountain for her Barbies to play mountain climber, he knew he had a big chest but he didn't think it was that big.

"Daddy, stop breathing it's messing with my Barbies."

"Baby, I can't just stop breathing," he chuckles which now causes his chest to bounce.

"Daddy," she groans.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop laughing, but I can't stop breathing," he smiles.

"Dad," he looks at his son, but he was looking at him upside down.

"Yes, buddy?"

"I don't like mama's new boyfriend," Silas says.

"You don't?"

"Yeah," Luna now jumps in. "He yells at us sometimes, even for nothing."

"Yelling at you? Are you sure it's just because you two might have...I don't know actually done something wrong?"

"Daddy, are you taking his side?"

"No, no, but-"

"No reason, dad," Silas says.

Simon sits up now holding his daughter so she doesn't fall and she slides down on his lap.

"I understand," he says, letting go of his daughter as she goes back to her Barbie's dreamhouse.

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9:00PM

His children had gone to bed now, and Simon decided to do something, something he's never done because it was never his business.

Duncan Matthews Age: 31 Height: 5'11 Job: Unemployed Criminal Background: DUI, 1st degree Stalking, Demotic Violence

"Goddammit Y/n...you're smarter than this," Simon groans.

Simon copies the link and pulls up his email, he was going to send it to Y/n. If she was unaware, which she's not, she wouldn't keep this guy around.

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Y/n was working late, she needed to get some files done and then she sees a notification pop up, it was from an anonymous email account.

She clicks it and then reading upon the email.

You're smarter than this with the screenshot of Duncan's police report attached to it.

She felt like she knew it was from. But she goes ahead and reads it anyways and then reading his charges.

*Ping*

Did you also know he yells at the children for no reason?

*Simon...what are you doing?* She thinks to herself.

Y/n then thinks of it, when she first brought Duncan home he was very rude to her children, but she brushed it off because sometimes her kids could be a little frustrating to deal with but she still loves them.

Duncan has also claimed that he didn't like kids and even though he knew about Y/n having kids still proceeded to be with her. Silas has brought up the fact that Duncan yelled at him and Luna a few times but Y/n thought was because they were doing something Duncan had told them many times to stop, so she brushed off again.

She now knows...she needs to listen to children more.

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A Few Hours Later

Y/n was heading home now, she looks at her home from inside her car watching as the only light was on was the living room light, Duncan must've still been up.

She gets out of her car and locking it up and heading inside, she was right, he was still up, playing video games and yelling while he played them.

He was so annoying.

"Duncan, can you turn that off? It's almost midnight, and I have to go to bed to be able to get ready for work tomorrow," she says. She doesn't want to be up all night because of her dumb boyfriend always yelling at the games he play.

"Later, I'm not done-"

"Now, please," she cuts him off.

"Seriously? ALL I DO FOR YOU AND THIS IS HOW I AM TREATED!?"

"DO WHAT!? YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A JOB, I PAY FOR EVERYTHING! WHAT DO YOU MEAN EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE FOR ME!? YOU DON'T DO SHIT, BUT SIT HERE AND PLAY YOUR STUPID VIDEO GAMES AND I'M FINDING OUT YOU YELL AT MY CHILDREN!!! WHAT TYPE OF PERSON ARE YOU!?" She yells back.

*Smack*

A sharp pain stung on Y/n's right cheek, she holds her cheek, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

He just smacked her.

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A Few Days Later

Simon held his daughter and set her in her car seat. Silas buckled himself up and was ready to go back to his mothers house.

As Simon pulled into the driveway helping his kids out of the truck, the front door opened and he turns with a smile on his face ready to tell her how much fun his children had at his apartment, but he sees her face.

She looked upset, and then he sees a bruise over her left eye and a red mark on her cheek.

"Y/n?"

"Thanks for bring my kids back safely," she says, giving him a smile.

"Hey...are you okay?"

"Don't worry about me," she says.

"Hey," Simon then cups her face. She doesn't move, it was like she misses his touch and his worried face. "What...the hell happened?" He asks.

"He-"

"Oh finally you brought the kids back, how was it, rug rats?" Duncan asks coming outside and Y/n moves her face from Simon's hands.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!?" Simon grabs Duncan and Y/n ushers her children inside to not witness whatever Simon is going to do to Duncan.

Simon grabs Duncan's shirt throwing him to the ground, Duncan let's out a groan when his back hits the concrete.

"SIMON!" He stops whatever he's about to do, and starts pushing Duncan down the concrete stairs.

"Get the fuck away from my family!" He yells and Duncan starts to scramble to his feet and run away from the house. Simon was breathing heavily to stop himself from chasing after Duncan.

Simon turns to Y/n and her children hiding behind their mom, they've never, never, ever seen Simon like this before, it was almost like they didn't even know him.

"Are you okay?" Simon asks, Y/n.

"Simon-"

"I know...I don't need to fight your battles for you...but when I saw you standing there with bruises on your body, I just lost control because I knew he was the one who didn't, you don't just get those from nothing," he says.

"You-I could've called the police!"

"Tell him to collect his things, I'll be here when he does show up. I don't want him near my children or you ever again."

"You're not my dad-"

"So, you want him to keep doing what he is doing?"

"No."

"Then call him and tell him to collect his shit, and I'll be here to make sure no funny business happens, do you understand?"

"Fine."

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It was a week later now, Simon did what he said he'll do and he stayed in the house as Duncan and few of his friends gathered his shit and left, it was easy, a little too easy.

"Don't ever fucking come back, do not ask her for forgiveness, now fuck off, all of you," Simon says, slamming the door in their faces and he watched as they left the driveway.

"That was too easy, dad," Silas says as he stood next to Simon.

"I know..." Simon bends down to his son. "I want you to keep an eye on your sister and mother, anything happens, you call me or the police do you understand?"

"Yes, dad."

"I don't need protection," Y/n says.

"You do, if I'm not around," Simon says.

"Mommy, daddy, can we go to the park? It's nice out and I want to play outside," Luna says from the living room.

"Sure, come on, go get shoes on," Simon says. Y/n looks at Simon in a 'are you serious?' type of look, she wanted Simon gone, she wanted to spend her day with her children since Duncan was now gone for good.

"What?" Simon teases.

"Mama, are you mad at dad?" Silas asked, looking up at Y/n.

"No, no, I just...I just wanted to spend time with you guys."

"You can spend time with us, with daddy!" Luna yells coming down the stairs.

Y/n looks at Simon then down at her kids. Maybe, just maybe she'll let this slide once, she's only doing this for her children.

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Luna was going down the slide and Silas was at the bottom of the slides arms wide open catching his younger sister from falling onto the dirty mulch.

"I'm sorry, he did those things to you-"

"Could we not bring him up, please. I'm only here for my children, I'm not here...to be friends with you, Simon."

"I don't understand what I did for you to hate me?"

"I don't hate you Simon."

"Seems like it," he rests his chin on his palm.

"I'm just...annoyed...I'm not a Princess that needs saving every time I get into trouble, I can handle myself. It seems like every time you're over here, I'm somehow in trouble and you come to my rescue," she says.

"I know you're not a Princess, Y/n...and I don't mean to come to your rescue every time, but I can't just sit back and watch someone hurt you for no reason," he tells her.

"Mama! Luna is picking weeds again!"

"DANDILIONS AREN'T WEEDS!!" Luna yells at her brother while giving the brightly yellow flowers to Y/n.

"Thank you, baby," she kisses Luna's temple as her kids went back to play.

"I'm glad you let me come," Simon says.

"Again...I only did it for my kids."

"I know."

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A month later now. Simon was waiting for his kids, Luna or Silas haven't said anything about Duncan in a while, or anything about Y/n since the park.

Simon sees his kids rushing out and Luna pulled on Simon's hand.

"What, Luna?"

"Mama, wants to see you," she says.

"Okay, okay, get in the truck and I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay," she says as his kids get inside the truck he goes into the house.

"Y/n?" He calls out. "Y/n?" Once more.

"Upstairs," he goes upstairs and sees at the end of the hallway, her bedroom door open, he walks to the door, peeking through seeing her in a towel and she seemed like she was getting ready for work.

"Y-You wanted me?" He asks. Y/n turns and let's him in.

"Yeah, can you tell me which shirt would go great with my skirt?" She holds up a red button up and and black on, her skirt was just a plain black pencil skirt, black goes with anything, but why is she asking him? She already knows what will go good with the skirt.

"I think they both will look good with it-but why are you asking me?"

"Because...your opinion is a bit valid," she says, dropping the shirts.

"My opinion is valid?"

"Forget it," she says, she turns her back and Simon smiles, she was asking for his opinion.

Simon walks to her, his hands gently caressing her waist. She doesn't stop him, she misses his touch. It was always gentle and soft, he wasn't demanding for her attention or anything, he just wanted to know if his touch still had an effect on her, and it did.

He kisses her neck, earning a soft moan from her lips, her hand goes to his cheek to let him keep going. Y/n then leans back into his touch, his hands going to her towel and letting it lose and fall to the ground.

She turns and looks at Simon, his eyes roam all over her body, from her breasts and her perky nipples to her thighs that were squeezing together. She didn't cover herself up like she was embarrassed that he was staring at her bare body. For fuck's sake, Simon has seen her naked body before.

Simon picks her up and putting her on the bed, moving her clothes out of the way, he picks up her thighs and moving them against her chest, he leans down and kisses her lips.

His tongue along with hers dancing around, and soon her was messing the belt of his pants. He looks into her eyes almost like he was asking for permission. She slightly nods her head, allowing him to push himself into her, earning a soft moan from her lips.

He slowly rocks his hips back and forth watching her head go back against the mattress of her bed, her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to her chest and his kissed both sides of her breasts and then started to suckle on her left nipple while his hand kneads her right breast.

Simon starts picking up the pace her moans were loud now and with every thrust, her moans would go at a higher pitch. She missed this feeling of Simon being inside her. Duncan could never do what Simon does.

Simon looks down at her stomach seeing him just barely bulging from her lower stomach. He smirks and holds her face to let her look at him as he goes a bit harder now. Her nails dug into his arm from the pleasure.

"S-Simon." She moans.

"I know, baby, I know, you can come," he tells her, with a few more thrusts she ends up coming on his dick. He smiles and pulls out watching both of their cum mix together.

He goes down and starts cleaning her up, he then remembers.

"The kids! I need to get going," he says. "I love you, and I'll see you later, sorry for this all of a sudden."

Y/n smiles, he's so flustered, he's never been like that before, she rolls on her side to watch him leave, she gets up and starts cleaning herself up and starts to get ready for work.

She missed him, she truly did. She just hides it.

[whorrorbvby]

a lil update 🧡

i got quite a few asks wondering where i’ve been since i haven’t been posting as much. thank you for all your concerns but i’m really okay ✨ if im being perfectly honest my heart just hasn’t been in it lately. and i mean that as an in general sort of thing. there’s too much going on that i just honestly haven’t really been handling well and for my own sanity i had to step away and i just really haven’t had much desire to come on here much because it was just depressing and making me hate myself more than i already do 😅 these past few weeks have just been really hard for me.

when i do come on here i just go straight to my notes to see if anyone has reblogged my personal posts and then reblog them myself as a thank you of sorts. all the reblogs were just posts i saw on main and queued. it now my queue has completely run dry so im probably just not going to be on here a whole lot and at most i’ll just answer asks and if i see any reblogs of my personal posts i’ll reshare out of thanks so im sorry if the feed is lacking or repetitive i really just don’t have the energy right now.

i was in a really bad place mentally. i mean i still am but im working on it. or at least im trying to. i know things will get better for me it will just take time. so please bare with me 🙏🏻

i have all my old photos and stuff from when my old blogs got deleted and can always upload them a 3rd time for you guys but new content might not come for a minute so im sorry.

but im still down to talk movies and games and stuff as always my replies are definitely just going to be super lacklustre and i’m sorry for that but thank you for always sticking with me and sending me positive words of encouragement and just being genuinely amazing human beings. you guys have helped me far more than you know and i am forever grateful i just really need to focus on my own sanity right now and this is just not a safe space for me to do so. i’ll leave all my maim socials in case anyone wants to come find me anywhere else. mostly am posting on snap and ig stories these days if you’re interested in the silly shenanigans i get up to in my everyday that’s where you can find me ✨

main: babymorte

sc: baby.morte

ig: babymorte_

but I adore you guys and I really hope your weekend was wonderful~🧡

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Why Me? - Part 2

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Mitchell! Female Reader (Callsign Mantis)

Warnings: Cursing, insecurities, pining, mommy issues

Word Count: 2875

Summary: We learn a little more of your history with your dad and Rooster, all while attempting to get Bob to talk to you more. All for the team. Definitely because you don't have a crush on him.

A/N: Here is part 2!! And I will be posting any new parts on this blog, and not the original one I posted on, sorry 'bout that y'all. Hope you enjoy, reblogs and comments are welcome!!

Part 1

After driving yourself to your dads small home, you thought back to what transpired, or rather what hadn't transpired at the Hard Deck. It was always the same with Bob. He’d hang around the edge of the group, occasionally talking with a couple of them, but never you. You had chalked it up to the fact he was afraid of you and your dad. The first time you tried to start a conversation with him by asking what he was doing over the weekend he looked around to make sure you were talking to him and not someone else. He then managed to choke out the sentence, “I- I’m going to um, to see the new Spider-Man movie with uh- with Fanboy”.

You unknowingly smiled at the memory of his shy hands pushing the wire glasses further up his nose. You just couldn’t help it. You’ve hardly spoken to the guy, but just the thought of him had you all smiley. It felt like you were in high school again. Sneaking glances at your crush that didn’t even know you existed. Except in this instance he most definitely knew you existed, but refused to talk to you because of your scary dad-boss. So not quite the same as high school.

Wait, no. This was nothing like high school because you definitely didn’t have a crush on Bob. This was NOT a crush. If you really think about it, it’s only infuriating because you worked together. Co-workers should be able to have at least small-talk with each other. He could barely look at you. But he smiled at you, and waved. So he wasn’t scared of you completely. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your dad’s motorcycle making its way up the driveway. Of course. The problem himself. The door closed as he entered and greeted you at the kitchen table, “Hey kiddo.”

“Hey dad.”

“I thought you were gonna be at the Hard Deck tonight?” You sighed.

“Yeah, I wasn’t feeling it so I left early. Where were you at?” He sets his keys down on the counter and joins you at the table.

“Oh, just got some dinner with Bradley. Is everything ok?”. You glance up and squint at him, watching as he studies your face.

“Yeah, everything’s just fine”, you slowly let out. He furrows his brow, eyeing you carefully.

“You sure about that?”

“Yep.” You nod.

“Are you mad at me?” His brows continue to furrow.

“Nope.” You shake your head.

“Ok then”, he nods, hesitant to get up from the table. “Are you planning on staying-”

“I just think it’s kind of rude and stupid how some members of our squadron won’t talk to me because of you”, you huff out pointing at him. “Like they want your respect, but only yours. They don’t want anything to do with me in case I turn around and tell you about it. Which I wouldn’t! Unless they did something really stupid or disrespectful. But even then I would go above you because let’s be honest I don’t think you have as much authority as they think you do.” At some point of your rant your father had sat back down with wide eyes, knowing you were in fact not ok and mad at him.

“Are you done?” You sit there catching your breath and eyeing your father.

“For now.”

“Ok, who exactly are we talking about here?”

“No one in particular, just a couple people in our squad-”

“It’s Bob isn’t it?”, he asks. You stare him square in the eyes, trying hard not to appear as gobsmacked as you feel. The sound of his name coming out of your dad’s mouth has you freezing up. He couldn’t know, could he?

“How did you know?” He quiets a laugh.

“It would be kind of hard not to notice. But to be fair I don’t think he’s doing it to be rude.”

“Well, regardless if he meant it to be rude, that’s how it’s coming off. If someone you worked with avoided you at every opportunity, how would you take it?”, you reason.

“You shouldn’t be asking me that, pretty much everyone in the Navy tries to avoid me.” You throw your hands up, exasperated while he continues to chuckle at his own joke.

“Well, shit dad, is this genetic or something? It’s not like I can force him to talk to me.” He sighs and places both of his hands on the table in front of you.

“I mean as a Captain I still have some authority, contrary to some people’s belief that I don’t.” He says, raising his eyebrow.

“So what, are you going to order him to talk to me? Create mandated conversations?” He shrugs.

“No, I’m just saying I can create more opportunities for you two to talk. Get to know each other. Afterall, this is about working better together as a team.” You stare down at your hands, biting the inside of your lip.

“Yeah. Exactly. For the team.” You weren’t about to tell your dad your innermost thoughts. Especially because it most definitely wasn’t about a crush. Right?

True to his word Monday morning, your father gathered at the front of the classroom and announced who was going to be flying together that day. “Alright, today we’re going to be warming up with some dogfights. First up is Phoenix, Bob, and… Mantis, against me and Rooster.” He paused before your name acting as if he wasn’t planning this whole thing since Friday night. You rolled your eyes at his antics. But of course he would pick Rooster to be on his team.

Ever since the uranium mission he’s been wanting to do everything with Bradley. You get that he wants to make up for lost time, but two months later and he is still choosing him at every opportunity. You didn’t even know they were having dinner Friday night. Maybe if they bothered to invite you to any of their shenanigans you would be as close to Bradley as you were before.

Even though Bradley was six when you were born, the bond between you two was inseparable. He had been the older brother you never had, and in return you had been the annoying little sister he had never asked for. Regardless, he was just as protective and loving as an older brother would be. Carole was everything a mother should be and everything your mother wasn’t. If you were lucky you would spend the whole summer with your dad, away from your mom. Carole and Bradley would always welcome you with open arms. That was until your dad pulled his papers soon after Carole died. You were just as heartbroken and even at 12 years old you tried to comfort Bradley. He had pulled away without an explanation and when you asked your dad why Bradley wasn’t talking to you anymore he would simply say, “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

Eventually you found out and were just as mad at your father. But you were even more upset that no matter how many times you tried to reach out, Bradley never responded. When you were called back for the uranium mission, neither you or Bradley had bothered to clear the air. It wasn’t until your dad and him were on their way back to the carrier after you had presumed them both as dead, that you looked him in the eye for more than a couple seconds. You had hugged Bradley for the first time since you were 12 and thanked him for saving your dad. That was the end of it. You still shared more small-talk than you did with Bob, but that didn’t mean it was any less awkward. He hadn’t apologized for abandoning you, and you weren’t about to apologize for your father’s actions.

“Alright!”, your dad clapped, “Let’s get goin’”. You broke out of your trance and shook your head. One issue at a time.

You stepped out on the tarmac walking past Bob and Phoenix going through their pre-flight checks. “See you out there Phoenix!” Saluting each other you switched your sight to Bob’s, “Good luck Bob.”

“Yeah, yeah. You too.” He said, attempting to scratch his head, but dropping his hand once he realized he was wearing his helmet.

Once in the air it was all quiet. Phoenix is off to your right, still looking for your dad and Rooster who are nowhere to be found. This is it. Bob has nowhere to escape to, and Phoenix can act as a buffer if he freezes up again.

“So Bob, how was your weekend?” You attempt to ask casually. From your right Phoenix looks over at you, her brow furrowed.

“Oh uh, mine was good. How was yours?”, he asks,  a hint of apprehension still present in his voice.

“That’s good. Mine was OK, I saw you at the Hard Deck Friday night, but you slipped out before I could challenge you to a game of pool”, you say, still scanning the air for any sign of your dad or Rooster.

“Yeah, um”, he clears his throat, “I had to get back to my dog.” You glance back to their jet, both of them scanning as well.

“You have a dog?”

“Yeah, she’s a real sweetheart”, he perked up. Jackpot. Ask someone about their dog and they will not hesitate to go on and on. And on the plus side you wouldn’t mind hearing Bob’s deep voice say “sweetheart” again.

“What’s her name?”

Before Bob has the chance to respond Phoenix is cutting in, “Hey guys, I hate to interrupt this riveting conversation but we have company. Rooster straight ahead.” Before you know it, your longest conversation you’ve had with Bob is forgotten as you chase your dad through the skies.

In the end Rooster and Mav get the better of you and you’re out. Phoenix and Bob follow soon after, meeting you on the tarmac for your punishment of 150 pushups. After the uranium mission they had decided to keep the punishment for dogfights but knock off 100. After a failed exercise only a month ago Maverik decided to be nice and only add 50 back.

You let Bob drop down first so you can grab a spot next to him. Phoenix drops down next to you, letting out a huff of air.

“Sorry for leaving you guys hanging out there”, you apologize as Hondo starts counting out your pushups. Down. Up.

“It’s not like you could have helped us from beyond the grave”, down, “but I appreciate the sentiment”, Phoenix responds. Up. You look back over to Bob who is staring straight at the pavement beneath his hands.

“So what’s your dog’s name”, you ask, attempting to continue your conversation with him. Down. He looks over to you. Up.

“Sylvia”, he pants out. Down. Sweat starting to form on his brow, as well as yours. Up. “She’s a border collie, 7 months old.” Down. “Got her from the shelter”. Up.

“That’s sweet.” Down. “I find it funny how”, up, “we’ve only been a permanent”, down, “squadron for two months”, up, “and you’ve already”, down, “found yourself a dog.” Up. He smiles at you, while trying to take deep breaths through his nose.

“They posted her”, down, “on their instagram”, up, “and I just couldn’t resist”, down, “those big brown eyes.” Up. You turn your head to smile at him. Down. He smiles back before you are interrupted by your dad and Rooster walking victoriously past you. Up. Both you and Bob turn away from each other and continue with your punishment. Down. His face forces into a grimace once more. Up. You focus on the soles of both of their boots walking into your field of vision. Down.

“Having fun down there guys?”Rooster asks tauntingly. Up.

“If I weren’t using both my hands-”, you speak, down, “I would be using them to tell you to fuck off.” Up. “But since my mouth works perfectly fine-”, down, “Fuck off”. Up. You hear Phoenix chuckle off to your side, and look over to see Bob trying to stifle his. Rooster huffs. Down.

“You telling your Captain to fuck off?”, he asks, looking over to your dad. Up.

“No.” Down. “That was just for you Brad-Brad”. Up. The sweat is dripping off of your face at this point while you look up at Rooster. Even though it was a joke, he can still feel the animosity coming off of your words. Up.

“Come on Mav”, down, “Let’s go and relax under the AC.” Up. “Enjoy the rest of your pushups, Mantis.” Down.

“God-”, Phoenix says once they’re out of earshot, “I’ve never seen Rooster”, up, “act like  such an asshole before.” Down.

“What can I say?”, up, “I just bring it out of him.” Down.

The rest of the pushups are completed in silence as the three of you focus on finishing them as fast as possible. You aren’t even thinking about Bob after your dad and Rooster left. Still not understanding how they can act so buddy-buddy without bringing you into the mix. They didn’t even care. You were just an afterthought. Actually you weren’t even a thought at all. They didn’t think of you when they went to dinner last Friday, and they didn’t think of you as they walked back to the ready-room.

“Alright, 150, you guys are good”, Hondo announces. You fall flat to the ground, still in your flight suit, as Bob rests his elbows on his knees, taking a seat. All three of you are breathing heavily as Phoenix gets up and offers her hand. You wave her off.

“I think I’m just gonna lie here for a second and rethink my life choices.”

“Suit yourself”, Phoenix says, resting both hands on her hips, “I’m going in search of some water. You coming, Bob?”

“I’ll be there in a second.” Phoenix walks off as you look to the side at Bob once again. He’s still sitting there catching his breath, the same as you. This had to have been the longest he’s sat next to you, or talked to you. Breaking two records in one day, who would have thought? You sit up and mirror Bob’s stance. You two sit there catching your breaths, watching as he fiddles with his thumbs. Every once in a while pushing his glasses back up, still slipping due to his sweat. You track a bead of sweat as it falls down the back of his neck and into his flight suit, completely distracted until he stands, offering you his hands. Not just one. Both of them.

You place your smaller ones in his. They’re warm and rough from the tarmac, and you don’t want to let go even as he brings you to full standing. You start to get lost in the ocean-blue of his eyes before you remember where you are. All too soon his hands slip from yours as you softly give him a “thanks”. It’s your turn to play with your hands as you try not to forget what it felt like to hold his for that brief moment. The two of you begin to leisurely walk back to the ready-room. The sound of him clearing his throat brings your gaze back to him.

“So, um, you play pool?” he asks.

“Yeah”, you smile, remembering your brief conversation in the cockpit earlier. “And I recall seeing you play from time to time.”

“I like to practice from time to time. I have no game”, he smiles.

“Well, I’d still like to play you. If you’re up for it?”

“That’d be an easy game for you, but yeah. I’ll play you.”

“Oh come on Bob! The key to winning is confidence. You gotta be confident in yourself”, you say pushing his shoulder. Even through his flight suit, you feel the muscle tense.

“That’s not something that comes easy for me.”

“Well it should”, you blurt out. You both stop before the doors and stare at each other. He gazes at your face and hair. You realize you must look insane from all the pushups. Pieces of hair flying everywhere and the flush of your face matching Bob’s. “Anyway, what are you doing Friday?”.

“Nothing”, he shakes his head.

“Great, 6:00 at the Hard Deck, don’t be late”, you smile. He opens the door for you as you thank him once again. You can’t believe you just did that. Granted, it will be a busy Friday night and the squad will presumably be there, but still. You have plans with Bob.

Bob watches you walk down the hallway to the lady’s locker rooms. Did that really just happen? He was baffled you were engaging in that much conversation with him, and even more surprised at the fact he was reciprocating it. It just felt so easy once he started. It was that damn smile again. He couldn’t help but get lost in yours. Self doubt started to creep back into his mind as he walked further down the hallway. Why were you so interested in talking to him, spending time with him? It had to be some kind of joke. That’s all it ever was.

[catch1ngmoths]

Can you do like a one where quackity takes care of you when your drunk buutttt before you became drunk yall have a big fight, then you left to go to the bar alone and you get like really drunk and he finds you and takes care of you

I'm sorry if half of this doesn't make sense, and if it's too long😭😭😭😭

𓇢𓆸 Drunk in love 𓇢𓆸

Summary: after a big fight with Alex, you drink to numb the heartbreak you feel. But after getting too drunk, you call Alex. And of course, he comes to your rescue.

Note: ITS THE WEEKEND SO IMA POST YAYA!! also thank you guys for the support, it’s always appreciated! Also I’m watching the Florida project bc they put it back on Netflix 😋

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“Fuck.” You slur as you dial his number. You and Alex had a big fight about an hour and a half ago, and it ended in you storming out y’all’s shared apartment with tears rolling down your face. You just felt like he never had time for you, and of course you knew he was busy and stuff but it’d be nice to always feel loved by your boyfriend…

On the other hand, he felt as though you were being selfish. He had to work, he had things to do? He spends enough time with you. He felt as though you were just being needy. But once he heard the door slam followed by silence, he knew he fucked up.

His hands run down his face as he sits on the end of y’all’s shared bed. He picks up his phone, his finger hovering over the “call” button on your contact but he decides against it. Putting his phone down. He waited another hour and finally…

*RING* *RIN-* he picked up in the middle of the second ring, like he was waiting near his phone..“y/n! Are you okay, where are you?” Alex’s worried voice rings out in your ear. “A-Alex- I need you to-I need you to c-come get meee~” Alex can tell by your voice that your drunk, and someone like you being alone, drunk, and vulnerable at this time at night was not good.

“Baby-where are you?” Alex says, the jingling of keys are heard in the background as you drunkly stutter out where you are. Not even 10 minutes later, you see his car park right next to you. As Alex gets out the drivers seat, you walk towards him- well more like stumble towards him.

“Amor, come on let’s get you home now” Alex says grabbing your arm to steady you and leading you to the passenger seat. He drives home as you lay your head on the window, your mind racing with thoughts. Once you get home Alex helps you out of the clothes you’re wearing now, and into some clean ones. He washes your face and helps you into bed.

Once you’re in bed he snuggles up next to you. “I’m sorry.” He says softly into your hair, pressing kisses to your head. “Hm..?” You whisper, as you look up at your beloved. “I’m sorry- fuck, Ive been a shit boyfriend. And you don’t deserve that, I’ll try to be- no I will be a better boyfriend to you.” He says kissing your forehead.

“I promise.” He says, his black eyes staring into yours. “Thank-thank you Lex” you say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He smiles as you nuzzle closer to him, pressing into his bare chest with a soft smile.

He loves you more than anything in the world. While you were gone he just stared at the ceiling, feeling like an absolute dick. He recalled all the times he streamed instead of spending time with you. All the times he worked on lore instead of coming to bed. All the times he neglected you and your needs

As he felt your breathing on his chest, he felt so much love for you. He sighed, pressing kisses to your hair. Alex pulls your sleeping body closer to his, as he feels his eyes get heavy.

He would be better. For you. He would always do it for you. Always.

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Feral Instincts Ch.14

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1330

Warnings: Some violence and vague descriptions of post sexy time

August won best three out of five and he moved into Stephanie's old apartment while she moved into Frank's former unit. Mike had ended up finding her "intimacy aids" while they were packing, holding one of the vibrators in his hand as he looked from it to her, a mischievous smile pulling at his lips. It had taken her sternly telling him to focus to halt the porno going on in his head and get him to continue packing. The dragon dildo with the suction cup base had been slapped onto the door of their new place, unbeknownst to her until she heard Sy cackle, coming out from the bedroom where she had been putting boxes and seeing him nearly in tears as he looked at it.

Children. The lot of them.

The new apartment was a two bedroom affair so Mike had somewhere to crash that wasn’t the couch when one of the guys came over. He wasn’t upset about being basically kicked out of his own bed, much to her surprise, and displayed not an ounce of jealousy.

“It’s just how we are, sweetcheeks.” Mike said with a shrug, “We’re wolves and you’re a female Alpha. I get it.” Something to get used to.

August sat at the small dining room table as he drank coffee, scrolling through his phone, when Mike came out of the spare bedroom, going over to Stephanie by the sink and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck.

“Good morning.” He said and she leaned back against him.

“Good--” He was suddenly wrenched away, pushed roughly against the cabinets and August pulled his fist back, his teeth bared in a snarl. Mike flinched, closing his eyes tight, and there was the sound of skin meeting skin, but he wasn’t hit. Opening his eyes, he saw Stephanie holding August’s fist, her shoulders tight, and she shoved him, making him stagger back. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” She walked towards him slowly, her fingers twitching as claws curled out from under her nails. “You try to hurt my Beta?” He put up a valiant fight, but eventually backed away from the aura she was giving off. He didn’t shrink away, but he did retreat.

“Stephanie, I--” He started, but she kept advancing on him. Mike jumped into the middle after quickly checking his phone, holding her back with a hand against her chest.

“Steph!” He said, “It’s not his fault! The full moon starts tonight!” She looked at him then and blinked rapidly, shaking her head.

“Sorry, I…” She said and his hand dropped.

“It’s alright. You’re alright.” He said and looked at August. “You good now?”

“Yeah.” He said, “Stephanie--”

“It’s okay, August.” She said and he moved around Mike, pulling her against his chest.

“I’m sorry.” He said and she rubbed his back.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” She said and he pulled away to look at her before turning his eyes to Mike.

“Mike, I…”

“Don’t worry about it, man.” Mike said with a shrug, “Full moon turns male Alphas super macho, I get it. Speaking of, you two should probably spend it up at the cabin, it being her first and all.”

“Mike, August tried to punch your face in for touching me.” Stephanie said, “What do you think the others will do if someone tries to get frisky?” August let out a low growl at that. “Exactly. August is going to go up to the cabin, I’m staying here.”

“It’s going to be rough, sweetcheeks.” Mike said, “You should be around other Alphas, at least for your first.”

“He’s right.” August said, “We’re big boys and you’ll put us straight.”

“Fine.” Stephanie said with a sigh. “Good thing work puts full moons in as “religious observations” for wolves.”

“So I get the next three days off?” Mike asked.

“Unless it falls on a weekend, then you only have the weekday off, but yeah. It's also paid and doesn’t take from your time off bucket.” She said, “This all would have been in your new hire packet. It has a section specifically for wolves.”

“I didn’t read it.” He said with a shrug. “Well, seeing as I have today off, I’m going back to bed.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek and while August’s hands tightened on her low back, he didn’t otherwise respond. Mike vanished back into the spare bedroom and she sighed, patting August’s chest.

“You okay now?” She asked and he nodded. She went to pull away from him, but he pulled her back, holding her tight against him. “August?” His wolf moved behind his eyes and he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her back into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.

She gripped the sheets so hard her fingers were sore. He was still buried deep, his hips pressed tight against her as he laid over her, his hot breath on her skin.

"What the fuck was that?" She panted and he gave a weak chuckle, collapsing to the side onto the bed and immediately pulling her against his chest, tangling his legs with hers.

"Full moon." He mumbled, tasting the sweat on her skin, wrapping her in his arms. "Makes everything a bit…" He gave a low sound that she felt more than heard, "Intense."

"Apparently." She said, relaxing against him. "It going to be like that with the others?" Another low sound, his arms tightening around her. "August."

"I know." He sighed, "To answer your question, probably, but this is the first one we've spent with a Mate. All the other times, we just stayed out of each other's way so no one got their limbs ripped off."

"Jordan wasn't like this, so I'm guessing it really only hits Alphas?"

"Yes." He said and cuddled into her further, as if he were trying to crawl into her skin. "Let's get a couple hours rest, and then we'll head up to the cabin. We really should be there before sunset."

Her hair was still slightly damp from their shower as August pulled up in front of the cabin in his SUV. The shower had been her idea, as she figured that showing up to a cabin filled with male Alpha wolves on the cusp of a full moon smelling strongly of another Alpha male wouldn’t be the best way to start the night. Someone was going to swing at someone. The front door opened and Sy stepped out as they were getting out of the truck, grabbing their overnight bags from the backseat.

“Hey, doll.” He said gently, pulling her into his arms and squeezing her in a hug. “You up here for the full moon?”

“Mike’s idea.” She said, pulling away, and he nodded.

“Good idea.” He said and smiled down at her softly before leaning in, pressing his lips to hers. Her eyes closed as he reached up to hold the side of her jaw and his hand slid back into her hair. A low growl went through the air and they pulled away, Stephanie looking over to see that Geralt and Walter had left the cabin as well.

“Yeah, about that.” She said, “August laid it out for me that shit is going to get real tense with me here. More than usual. I'm telling you all right now, keep that shit contained. I don't want to deal with broken bones because someone picked a fight. Understood?"

"Yeah, babe." Sy said, "Understood."

"August?"

"Yes."

"Walter?"

"Yes, love."

"Geralt?" He just grunted in response. "Whatever, I'll take it. To keep things civil, I'm going to be sleeping in Mike's old room. No picking fights, got it?"

"Got it." They echoed, Geralt just giving another sound, and she pulled away from Sy, picking her bag up off the ground where she dropped it and heading into the cabin with them following behind.

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Oooh, okay.

Idk if this is okay but I'm going to shoot my shot.

Can you please do either yandere bang chan or lee know (you can pick).

Fluff+ smut+ angst

The reader is starting to become unhappy and lee know or bang chan uses sex as a way to 'take care of them?'

Thank you 👍🏻👍🏻

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pairing: chan x fem!reader (afab)

genre: slightyandere!chan. idol!chan. hurt/comfort. angst. slight fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ ONLY. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. this one's got the angst lmao. some mild fluff (i think??). reader is experiencing burnout from work/feeling unhappy and depressed. chan knows what's going on and wants to help. pet names (baby girl, babe, etc.). smut warnings below cut!!

word count: 4.8k

summary: recently, life's been feeling rather dull for you. and with you getting caught into the trap of doing the same daily grind, it's up to your boyfriend chan to shake you from your cloud of unhappiness and try and heal your exhausted heart.

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe out there, guys!). dirty talk. top!reader. soft!dom/sub/switch undertones. making out. strength kink. manhandling. praise kink. nipple/breast play. riding (cowgirl style, baby 🤪!!). slight sub-space. scratching.

a/n: okay, so i might've gone a little ham on this one, but IN MY DEFENSE- chan is just so fucking hot lmao. and the idea of actually getting to top him for once??? when he's usually a leaning dom in bed?? yeah, the brain isn't computing and is instead melting atm. 🫠 hope you like this one, and that it's to your liking, @whatudowhennooneseesyou... thanks for requesting (and sorry for the late posting haha, uni has been a total bitch this semester)!! 💕

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The headache came onto you like a literal bitch that night. You tried your hardest to focus on the work that was laid out before you on your desk, but it was hard to concentrate when your temples were throbbing with pain. 

 It felt like someone had taken hold of your skull, and was squeezing the very life out of it. 

 A deep sigh fled from your lips as you stared down at the project you had been working on for the past two months. It was due to be submitted to your manager in the next week, and everything about your job hinged on you getting it right. It was a report on all of your past work for the entire year, and it was of the utmost importance that you got all of the facts correct. 

 You hated that you were working so late into the night, but there was no way to avoid it. Since you started on the project, it had been full speed ahead. You hadn’t taken a single break from the work and even committed every waking second of your weekends to it. 

 This, of course, put your relationship with your boyfriend Chan into jeopardy - on somewhat of a hold. 

 Sure, he was just as busy as you, and would usually stay up with you most nights working on his projects, but things were just… different for him. 

 He was doing what he loved. He was staying up late into the night to create things that he adored. 

 Whereas, you were barely scraping by. Barely surviving through this stupid project. 

 But you kept telling yourself, every day that you awoke from a restless sleep, that it was just a little bit longer. 

 Just a little bit longer, and then everything would be okay. 

 Just a little bit longer, and then you’d feel happy again. 

 Because honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you had let yourself go - let your mind wander away from the constant stress of work - and indulge in some true, unadulterated joy. 

 The days seemed to pass by in a blur, folding into one another and forming a huge lump that just spelled unhappiness. 

 It was honestly really fucking depressing, to wake up every day and not feel the zest for life that you once did. You used to love your job. It used to be your entire personality, the thing that kept you going for such a long time. 

 But you didn’t quite remember the moment when it had stopped feeling that way, and instead felt like something that was slowly sucking the life right out of you. 

 You tried to keep your unhappiness hidden from Chan as best as you could. Since he already had to deal with so many unhappy people in his life; managers, members, family, and especially fans. Plus, he tended to unnecessarily worry for you whenever you’d fall into such dark holes of bleakness. 

 It had happened before… twice, to be exact. 

 Once, when you had just started dating, and then another time well into your relationship. 

 Chan had taken it all in stride and helped you get yourself back on track, but this time… 

 This time just felt so much different. 

 You were seriously at a loss for what to do. 

 On the one hand, you didn’t want to stop working at your job. It had been your livelihood for so long, and you feared how its absence would make you feel if you decided to quit. 

 But on the other hand, the constant drainage, the constant stress, and the slowly growing depression and unhappiness weren’t a burden you could bear for much longer. 

 Even still, you had to finish your project. 

 If you didn’t, you had no idea what would happen. 

 And your manager was a stickler about deadlines. 

 If you even submitted projects an hour over the deadline, you got an astute scolding from him. 

 Trying to clear your mind from your useless worries, you began to focus back on the work at hand, your eyes scrolling down the enormous sheets of paper that you had filled out earlier that day at work. You turned back to your laptop to begin searching for your next topic of research when your eyes caught on your screensaver. 

 It was a picture a passing stranger had taken - upon request - for you and Chan when the two of you had visited the nearby mountains as a Christmas weekend getaway in the year prior. The two of you were beaming in the photo, with Chan’s arms firmly wrapped around your waist and you leaning into his hold, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek. 

 You swallowed at the sight of it all. At your blatant happiness. 

 And you couldn’t even remember the last time you two had done such a thing- the last time you had gone on a date. 

 It had been well over two months, ever since you started on your big project. 

 Just thinking about that, about the fact that this odd… distance had suddenly grown between you two, only forced the solid pit in your stomach to widen. 

 But looking at the bright screen only seemed to worsen your headache in the end, so you deemed it okay to call it a night. It was Friday, so you’d have plenty of time to continue your work for the rest of the weekend. 

 Folding up your binder filled with papers and scraps, you shoved everything - including your work laptop - into your bag that was thrown onto the floor nearby. Standing up from your desk chair after what felt like hours of being hunched over in the same position, you immediately felt relief in your spine from the stretch of being upright. 

 You filed out of your home office then, the one that you and Chan shared in your apartment. The living room/kitchen lights were all switched off, indicating that Chan had already come home and was probably working in bed. 

 And sure enough, as you closed your bedroom door behind you with a mild click, you saw your boyfriend sitting on his side of the bed, laptop and mechanical keyboard open as he worked away at producing. 

 His eyes flitted up to you at your approach near the bed. “Hi, baby girl,” he said, voice low from not being used in so long. 

 You offered him a weak smile, the exhaustion beginning to take over at the mere sight of your bed. But no, you had to take a shower. That’d surely help your head feel better. “Hi… I was about to take a shower. Wanna join?” You asked, already stripping yourself of your blue denim jeans. 

 Chan rose an eyebrow your way, his curly, dark brown hair hanging low in front of his eyes. “Yeah, sure, just give me a minute to finish up here.” He finally said, focusing back on his laptop once more. 

 Saying nothing more, you stepped into the adjoining bathroom to prepare the shower. Your head hurt from the stark, hospital-white lights of the bathroom, so you decided to light a few of the candles that you had placed around the room, to give some nice ambient lighting to everything.

 You two hadn’t done such a thing - showered together - in quite a while. Which was why you assumed your boyfriend had given you such a peculiar look at your offer. 

 But, at that moment, you realized that you needed him. 

 Needed to feel him close, under the hot water, if only just for a few minutes. 

 Maybe then, all of the fears and concerns of your life would wash away. With the suds and liquid. 

 In no time at all, you had the water warmed up and were standing under its delicate spray, combing a few fingers through your hair and massaging at your temples. Already, the heat was a great help to soothing the pain that radiated across your skull. 

 You heard movement just off to the side of the shower then, and your eyes cracked open as Chan was stepping in behind you. Immediately, the water was running down in rivulets across his skin, trekking down the smoothe plain of his chiseled abs. 

 You stayed silent and turned around so that your back was to him as he was closest to the spout now.

 “You got a headache?” He asked, voice smooth and gracing across your ears against the sound of the water running between you. He knew you so well. Knew that whenever you’d turn on the bathroom candles, it meant your head wasn’t in the right space. 

 “Yeah… got it from work,” you began, leaning down and grabbing your coconut-scented shampoo bottle. “I’m sure it’ll go away after this shower.” 

 “Here, let me…” Chan said, suddenly taking the bottle from your grasp. You stood completely still, spine going rigid at the feeling of his hands beginning to rake through your locks, the subs of the shampoo weighing down your hair. “Work’s that stressful, huh?” 

 “You’re telling me.” You groaned in displeasure, closing your eyes against the feeling of his practiced fingers running across your scalp. He hadn’t washed your hair in such a long time, it felt somewhat foreign to you. “I just wanna be done with this project already. It’s so fucking stressful.” 

 Your boyfriend was silent for a few beats, as he tipped your head back and washed the shampoo out of your locks. “You’ve been so busy lately... sometimes, I think your schedule’s even more packed than mine.” Chan finally mused, laughing soon after. But it wasn’t full of mirth. Instead, it was dry and humorless. 

 Because there wasn’t anything funny about your situation; about your unhappiness, or your coming burnout, or your growing depression. 

 “At times, I wonder if I should even keep working at this job…” You started, feeling Chan begin to massage the paired conditioner into your hair neck. “But then I remember why I started and how it would make me feel if I left, so I always end up staying.” 

 “But how does it make you feel when you continue to stay?” 

 That threw you for one. 

 You weren’t expecting such a serious question from him. 

 And all at once, the floodgates were opened. 

 The first thing to unleash from deep inside of you were the tears. They ran down your cheeks hard and fast, before being washed away with the shower’s water. 

 You wiped at your eyes helplessly, breath hitching painfully in your throat. “I don’t even know why I stay- it’s so fucking exhausting and stressful. I-I just can’t take it anymore.” You mumbled, miserably holding your face in your hands. 

 Chan had stopped his washing and was slowly turning you around then. His fingers found yours, and slowly pulled them away from your warm-cheeked face. “Hey, it’s alright, baby girl… no one’s forcing you to stay there.” 

 “Yeah, but if I leave, I’ll lose such a big part of myself.” 

 “But maybe, you need to put that part of you to rest. To bury it in the past.” 

 You stared up at him through blurry eyes, your chest rising and falling with your uneven breaths. The tears were still flowing, unbidden, down your cheeks. “I… I’m just so lost, Chan. I don’t know what’s the right decision anymore.” 

 He leaned into you then, gently pressing his heated forehead against yours. “Well, you don’t have to make a decision just yet. But… I just want you to be happy again, yeah? I wanna see that spark in your eyes come to life, like before.” 

 Your eyes widened slightly at that. So, he had noticed everything. But of course, he had- he was just so perceiving that way. “Y-You… how did you know that I’m unhappy?” You blurted out, still taken aback by his words. 

 He tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, “I’ve always known, baby girl. You can’t hide anything from me… I just know you too well.” 

 “Then… why didn’t you say anything?” 

 Chan shrugged, canting his head to the side in thought, “I don’t know, I guess… I wanted to give you some space. It seemed like you needed it, to work through your feelings. I didn’t want to be too overbearing and stuff, since I worried that that would make you even more overwhelmed. But- I realize now that I shouldn’t have done that. Should’ve talked to you about everything, before you fell too far.” 

 “It’s not your fault,” you said, reaching up and abruptly pressing a faint kiss to his lips, “It was my decision not to tell you how I felt about everything. I’m sorry, I should’ve communicated better.” 

 He gave you a tiny, satisfied smile then, pecking you right back. “Well, we’re communicating now, so that’s all that matters, right?” 

 You nodded slowly, and silence fell between the two of you again. You bent down and captured his bottle of shampoo in your hands. Without saying anything, you began to run the woodsy-smelling liquid through his hair, marveling at the way the familiar scent took over your entire body, throwing you into a bout of strong nostalgia. 

 “Missed you… so much.” You found yourself saying after having helped him rinse out the lathered subs. 

 Chan’s eyes softened exponentially then, as they seemed to glow in the liquid-gold candlelight of the bathroom. He looked down at you with a peaceful smile curling the corners of his mouth. “I missed you too… every single second, of every single day.” He reached out, hands fitting around either of your hips and pulling you flush to his bare body. 

 He bent down into you, pressing soft kiss after soft kiss to your mouth. You smiled between every one of them, closing your eyes at the way that his mouth pressed against yours in a perfect, exquisite kind of way. 

 Then suddenly, he was gripping you tight, hoisting you up into the air and pressing your back into the cool tile of the shower wall. You glanced up at him, eyes widened slightly in surprise at his quick movement. 

 “You gonna let me take care of you, baby girl?” He muttered against your lips, mouth beginning to pull away from yours and trail around your face with faint pecks. 

 “Take care how?” You asked, breath hitching in the middle of your chest. A moan threatened to spill out of you from the way that his plump lips gently pressed around your face. 

 Chan’s fingers kneaded at the skin of your waist, with the scalding water falling around you, slicking your bodies together. Leaning into you with a sly smirk plastered on his face, his tongue darted out, tracing around the line of your lips, before prying your mouth open and tasting you. He tasted of warm, comforting black coffee and sugary toffee- just like how you had remembered. 

 When you broke apart to catch your breaths, Chan finally spoke, “I was thinking about…” You felt his hands move away from your hips as the words came out, his fingers sinking into the plushness of your ass. “My cock in your beautiful, aching pussy… haven’t felt you in a while, been missing it all…” 

 Your eyes widened at his confession. The two of you hadn’t been intimate with each other in… well, with you being so caught up with work and everything, you honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had given in to your deepest wants and needs. 

 But all at once, you already knew the answer to his unspoken question. Because yes- you had been thinking about your boyfriend in that way, for a long time. Without even realizing it. In the dead of night, when you were so very exhausted from work, you had imagined him and his radiant face and dark eyes, as he slid his hands down your body, loving you in all the right places. 

 “Yes, please… yes.” You begged in a breathy tone. Chan’s mouth was on yours after that, kissing and licking, as he wrapped both of your legs around his torso and peeled you away from the shower’s wall. 

 Words didn’t need to be spoken between the two of you, as he moved to turn the water off with you tightly grasped in his arms. And in no time at all, he had the both of you dried off and had blown out the many candles in the bathroom. Soon, he was leading you to your bed with its messy sheets and duvet comforter.

 Your boyfriend laid you atop the cushy foam mattress, helping to gently rest your head atop a pillow. “Where do you want me, love?” He asked, lips pulling away from yours, a hot string of saliva stretching between the two of you. 

 You swallowed down a moan at the absence of his plush mouth against yours, feeling the rising desire inside of you pooling in your cheeks with a pink flush. “I-I don’t know, just… just love me.”

 He nodded slowly, lips beginning to trail down the column of your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your clavicle, before sucking on the tender flesh there. “Now that, I can surely do.” He finally answered as he continued to move atop you. He had you encased underneath him, with either of his strong legs resting on the sides of your hips. 

 Chan dipped his mouth close to one of your exposed breasts, kissing the puckered skin there. One of his hands grasped onto your waist, while the other played with your nipple that wasn’t currently getting kissed by him. 

 “C-Chan,” you breathed out, squirming underneath your boyfriend at the way that his gaze locked with yours. At the way his eyes flooded with dark, heated desire as his mouth came over your nipple, swiping his tongue across it before taking as much of your breast between his teeth as he could. “Feels so fucking good.” Moaning, you squeezed your eyes shut at the feel of his teeth lightly tugging at you, at the way his fingers were kneading your chest so perfectly. 

 His tongue drew away from you then, a smirk brightening his sharp features. “You feel so amazing, baby girl,” he whispered, as his mouth came over to meet your other mound - the one that wasn’t coated in a thick helping of wetness from him. “Love you so much… fucking adore your tits.”

 Your mouth fell open as he began to taste you once more, pushing and pulling against your hardened nub. The moans escaped from that deep place inside of you, and you pressed your legs together as the slick slowly dripped out of you. 

 After he was seemingly satisfied with riling you up just from the breast worship alone, Chan yanked his mouth away from your chest and found your lips once more in a passionate kiss. You could feel him press in between your legs, his growing length just straining to feel some type of friction - some kind of release. 

 “Do you want me to stretch you ou-” He began in a quiet, deep voice, but was quickly stopped by the way that you suddenly gripped onto his muscular forearms, nails digging into the skin there. 

 “No- no more foreplay,” you managed to ground out through clenched teeth. You hadn’t realized how needy you were for him, but all at once, you were aching to feel him inside of you - and his continuing with the foreplay by stretching you out with his fingers wasn’t going to cut at that moment. You needed him right then, and you couldn’t wait any longer. “Just want you inside of me already.” 

 His eyes flashed with surprise at your confession. The two of you hadn’t been intimate in quite a long time, so your words must’ve thrown him for one. After all, he always wanted to make you feel good and safe - and jumping right into the fucking usually wasn’t his style. He liked to take things nice and slow. Keep it sensual and loving, all at once. 

 “Okay, then I guess I’ll-”

 “Wanna ride you, babe.” You practically whined, peering up at him with big eyes. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, as you desperately clawed at the skin of his arms. Your core was dripping so much, you felt it run down your legs and moisten the sheets underneath you. You hadn't been so needy in... you couldn't even remember when. But all you knew was that it had been a long time since you were so desperate for his cock.  

 And immediately at your words, you felt Chan harden between you. A sardonic smile widened his mouth. And without saying anything else, he was tightly holding onto you and moving on the bed so that you were the one on top. With your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips, you nestled down into his lap, feeling Chan’s legs come up and bend behind you to offer some support. 

 “Take it easy, yeah?” He said in that gravelly voice of his that only came out in the bedroom. His hands came up to grab at your hips, fingers digging into the flesh there as you rose slightly to position yourself over him. “Just take things slow… don’t want my baby girl to get hurt.” Your boyfriend was worried that something would go wrong since the two of you hadn’t done such a thing in quite a while. But you were fucking dripping with want, so you knew that it would be an easy slip. 

 Nevertheless, instinct took over your entire body, as you lined yourself up to his red, swollen head that was dripping with precum. Then, in a single breath, you were sliding down the length of him ever so slowly, savouring the way that he filled you up so completely. 

 You leaned down into him, palms resting against his warm, muscular chest. “Fuck- I love you so much,” you groaned out, biting down hard on your bottom lip as you began to rise up and down on him, loving the way that he helped your movements with the strong grip he had on your waist. 

 “Missed you,” he grunted out, meeting you halfway and thrusting up into you. The tip of him hit that sensitive, gooey spot deep inside of you, and you all but melted on top of him, clutching at the sweat-slick skin of his pecs. “Missed this- cock buried in your lovely, tight pussy.” 

 Throwing your head back, with your eyes screwed tightly shut, you let out a string of moans. Your hips met together with every other breath you took, as you felt him stretch out your walls in a flawless, languid kind of way. “C-Chan, I… I-” You failed to find the words on your tongue when you distantly felt one of his hands leave your hips, traveling to the front of you. 

 In no time at all, he had a finger pressed against you, finding your tender clit and rubbing delicate circles there. This spurred on your movements, as you straddled his waist and rode his cock in a rabid kind of heat- like it was the first time you had done it. “That’s right, baby girl…use me, like you’ve always wanted to. Use my cock for your very own pleasure…” He grunted out, pressing down harder on the swollen bundle of nerves between your widened, trembling legs. 

 His cock reached so far up into you, it felt like you were about to break from the sheer size and speed of it all. Your legs began to shudder with fatigue, and your hands desperately clutched at his shoulders as you felt your release rising from deep within you. 

 “Chan… I’m gonna-” You gasped, eyes suddenly wide open as you stared down at him. You took in the sight of his face - at the way his chocolate-brown locks curled around his damp forehead, at the way his red lips were kiss swollen and his dark pupils were blown wide with so much lust. 

 He continued to circle a finger around your enflamed clit, veiny arms helping to raise you up and down on his length, his free hand digging into the flesh at your hip. “That’s right, baby girl… want to use my cock to cum? Do it. I wanna see your pretty, little cunt quiver and shake and milk me fully.” 

 His filthy words were the thing that finally tipped you over the edge, throwing you across the side of the cliff. Your entire body began to vibrate with your release, and you squeezed your eyes shut at the feeling of fire lighting down your backbone. The blood rushed through your veins, the slick pouring out of you as Chan continue to thrust up into you as he chased his high. 

 You screamed out his name again and again, along with a string of curses. You had stopped moving atop him, letting his large hands control your entire body and move you across his hardened cock. Letting him manhandle your body to his liking like you were his very own sex doll. He had said you could use him, and you had. But in the end, he was the one to use you. In your blissed, fuck-out state, you distantly felt him stiffen up inside of you, just as he found his release as well. 

 Still gripping onto his proud shoulders, your nails scraped across his skin there as you felt his heat erupt within you, coating your walls in sticky whiteness. The entire time he came down from his high, Chan was spewing words of praise- all directed at you. “Love you so much- love your body, your mind, your soul…” He continued to say over and over again in that strained, husky voice of his. 

 And finally, when the shaking in your limbs stopped and your heart had begun to beat at a normal pace once more, you relaxed into your boyfriend, resting your head against his bare chest. His softened cock was still nestled between your walls, but you didn’t care- if anything, it only made the cuddling more intimate. 

 He wrapped two arms around your torso, holding you close to him and leaving light pecks atop your messy head of hair. “You know, I still haven’t forgotten about your work predicament…” He started in a quiet tone, making you look up at him with a frown. “But for now, let’s just forget about it and focus on sleeping, yeah?” 

 You felt the tiny smile erupt across your face before you were even registering what was going on. Leaning up into him, you pressed a gentle kiss against his puffy-pink mouth. “Honestly, I like the sound of that,” you giggled, carding a few fingers through his curly locks. “But, shouldn’t we like, get cleaned up?” You rose an eyebrow his way, surprised that he wasn’t wanting to get up and clean everything, since he usually liked to do so right after sex. Keep things sanitary and healthy, and all that jazz...

 Chan shook his head slowly, “Nah, that shit can wait until later… but for now, I just wanna fall asleep with my baby girl in my arms.” He nestled his nose against yours, before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. 

 “Okay… me too.” You finally admitted before you rested your head against his chest once more. He still made no move to pull out of you, and you didn’t mind. The cockwarming was something the two of you hadn’t done in a long time, and it felt familiar and nice and loving, so you weren’t complaining one bit. 

 The two of you lay there in silence, his Chan running gentle fingers through your hair, and you listening to the steady beat of his heart just underneath your ears. 

 And even though you hadn’t found the answers to your predicament yet, 

 And the future was still looking rather uncertain, 

 Right then, you could care less about the worries of everything else in your life. 

 Because for once in what felt like a very long time, you were feeling whole again. 

 Happy, 

 Content, 

 And most of all… loved. 

 All because the man lying underneath you, 

 Because of the one who had quickly slipped into a deep sleep, 

 Because of the one who was still slick with sweat and wetness from your lovemaking, 

 Because he had helped you through it all. 

 Your very own boyfriend Chan had helped to make you feel better - to take away all of your anxiety and the uncertain thoughts running through your head. 

And all at once, as you lay there on top of his warm, comforting chest, 

 As the shadows of sleep threatened to take over you from the corners of your vision, 

 You realized that your headache had disappeared. 

 As soon as Chan had his arms around you earlier, while underneath the hot water of the shower, the throbbing in your head dissipated. 

 Because that’s how it had always been; with him right by your side, hugging and kissing and loving all of the pain away. 

 Fin. 

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[lemoncrushh]

a sad little life update...

hi friends. I know Tumblr isn't always the best place to post about personal shit, but I feel the need to let some things out, and if you wondered why I've been MIA...

a few weeks ago, I got fired from my job. it was a sucky job, I didn't really like it, but it was close to where I live and it had health insurance. I'd only been there since January. the ironic thing is it was a mental health treatment center. but the owner didn't give a shit about the mental health of his own employees. he just wanted to make money. I ended up sending a long email about how I felt working there and what I was unhappy with (I won't go into those details here). a week later the HR lady told me they were letting me go. not the boss. not my supervisor. nobody else talked to me.

in the meantime (actually the day before), I had reconnected through Facebook with an old high school boyfriend. we exchanged numbers and chatted every day. he had been going through his own shit, but had a new outlook on life, positivity and all that. so he told me he wanted to help me. he lives three hours from me, and he even offered to let me live with him and get a job there. so anyway, he invited me to come visit for a weekend, and I was so excited. although we both agreed not to have any expectations (just see how it goes), we flirted all the time. for the first time in a really long time, I was feeling happy.

when I got to his place, I didn't notice the change at first. but that night he pretty much rejected me. we kissed, but he said we shouldn't "do anything reckless." I was like what?? I let it go because I knew he was tired (he works nights and had been killing it all week). the next day, although he wasn't really standoffish, I kept getting the feeling he was entering the friend zone. that night, he rejected me again (gave me some lame friend excuse), and I cried my eyes out. the next morning he asked if we were okay, but I told him I didn't know. honestly, I couldn't even look at him knowing he didn't want me. so I left. I cried almost the whole way home.

he'd told me to text him when I got home, so I did. but he didn't reply. I kept texting him, but I got nothing. when I finally heard from him, he said he was "giving me space". I told him I didn't want space, I wanted to talk. I couldn't tell if he was angry at me for leaving, or at himself for rejecting me, but I think it's the latter. we had even had a discussion at his place about how I hate when guys ghost me. but that's exactly what he's doing. he told me he was "attracted to my heart and my mind", something about my potential. That was over a week ago. Last Wednesday is the last time I heard from him. I'd asked him what I could do to make things better. he said to let him finish his day and catch up on what I wrote. he has not texted me since, even though I've sent a few more messages.

I feel so pathetic. if it was just some random guy, I probably would have just shaken it off and moved on. but because we had history, and because he'd seemed so adamant (and excited) about helping me, I just feel so lost and confused. my heart hurts so bad. some days are worse than others. today was the worst because I went back and read some of our old conversations. how could he say those things and then take it all back?

when he knew me before, I barely weighed 100 pounds. I have gained another 80 since then. I told him I was fat. he argued I wasn't. but I think once he saw me in person he was disappointed. he was probably trying to let me down easy, hoping we could still be friends. but it ended up biting him in the ass because I got upset and called him on it. he's choosing to ignore me rather than admit the truth because then he'd be the asshole. that is the only explanation that makes any kind of sense to me.

anyway, sorry for the rambling. in the meantime, I'm still living at my ex's house, still trying to find a job. I'm still waiting for my bankruptcy to be filed (just a couple things left to do, but it's taking forever), and I have no money.

because of all this shit, I have had no motivation to do any writing, or even reading. I'm so sorry. I just can't even bring myself to think about it.

rejection seems to be following me everywhere. in my teens, I was always rejected by guys I liked because I was a virgin and they didn't wanna be my first. when I finally found someone, he rejected me a week later to go back to his ex. my own ex husband didn't wanna marry me at first. now that I'm older, men don't want me because of my age or my body. I get rejected for jobs because I don't have a four year degree or the experience they want or I'm too old. I've never been anyone's favorite. never been anyone's first choice.

I had really hoped this old boyfriend connection was kismet. that we had come full circle and were supposed to help each other (even though I never believed in that sort of thing before). I'm so heartbroken :(. it hurts.

[alvojake]

TW: ed, depression, anxiety, health issues, overall mental illness (sorry in advance for the rant as I know I don't normally post private stuff, but I need to get this off of my chest.)

as many of you have probably noticed, I haven't been active all that much here lately aside from posting my angstober fics. this is a result of multiple things, but you guys deserve to know a little bit about what's going on.

these past few months haven't exactly been easy for me and I feel as if my health is just slowly going down the drain. I have an multiple anxiety attacks within the span of a day, my heart problems that I thought had subsided decided to show back up causing me quite a bit of discomfort and pain, not to mention how bad my depression has been getting. I have been stuck in I like to call a brain fog for a while. I don't get the proper amount of sleep or food and it shows, I didn't really notice how bad it was until my grandma pointed out that I had lost quite a bit of weight this past weekend.

I don't think I've had a stretch this bad in a very long time, and to be honest, I have a vague idea as to why this sparked up. when I'm not working my normal job (which is 9pm-7am) I am at home babysitting for my cousin bc the daycares around here suck ass at getting people off of the waitlist. I have been watching this kid since she was about three months old, and she is now well over a year old. when I first started watching her, it wasn't an issue bc she slept most of the time, so that meant that I got a good amount of sleep, however, as many who have kids or babysit know that, as they get older, the less they sleep and will continuously get into things they aren't supposed to. so this also means that the amount of sleep I get in a day dwindles immensely (normally about 3 hrs if I'm lucky). now, I'm sure some of you are probably like...

"kayla why don't you just tell her you don't want to watch her anymore?"

trust me, I wish it were that easy, but I am a people pleaser at heart, especially with family. I can't tell her no and leave her with no one to watch her kid, which means she can't work. she has her family to take care of, so I just endure it. however, what really sucks is that no one really knows what it's like because they aren't me. they do try to help and watch her when they can, but seeing as I am the only one who works the night shift, it makes it difficult to find anyone else.

now, on to another FUN part of my life. my dietary habits. I have, for as long as I can remember, always eaten one meal a day, maybe two if it was close to my period. this has always been a thing, but when I moved in with my aunt, it changed because she always made sure that I would eat at least something. here, as of late, tho, it has gotten worse. I can barely take a bite of anything without the immediate need to go and throw it all back up, then I'm left feeling shaky and nauseous for hours after. I'm not sure what brought this along, but it's only gotten worse as my anxiety has picked up.

I don't want to get too far deep into things and babble about useless things, so I'll just leave this here. thank you to those who have read this far <3

[felixcloud6288]

Higurashi: Festival Accompanying Chapter 30

Who will win? A secret squadron with enough men to fill four vans and a truck, all of whom are equipped with taser guns, wireless communicatons, and supplies; OR six children with a mountain of mischief?

This whole chapter is a mook horror show. I actually felt sorry for how brutally the Wild Dogs were suffering from Satoko's traps.

They ARE getting seriously injured and I would not be surprised if at least one of them dies or becomes permanently disabled because of this.

I mean seriously, one guy got hit in the chin by a log.

This guy's arm could have easily been broken.

This arc doesn't have anywhere near the grisly shots that several other arcs have, but there is this one.

And then there's the psychological warfare involved. Each time they see one of their comrades caught in a trap, they would become more scared of each step they take.

And let's look at this scenario. This guy definitely didn't walk into a pitfall. I'd like to guess that he dived out of the way of one trap only to end up landing right into this pitfall.

Like, imagine seeing one of your teammates manage to avoid a trap only to immediately fall into another in the process. Avoiding the traps you see isn't enough because they're actually bait to lure you into other traps.

And this is just the biggest possible taunt anyone in the club could pull:

I can understand Takano underestimating Satoko's trap-building capabilities. Most of what we've seen are things like tripwires and snares. We've only seen the mountain traps in Curse-Killing chapter 1 and Festival Accompanying chapter 18, and we only saw small, mostly harmless traps.

I do have to ask how Satoko managed to set up the giant logs and oil drums though. There's also a pitfall with stone walls. Maybe it was a weekend club activity to set up the larger traps. And that pitfall could have been an old well.

Is it strange that I was actually rooting for Skylark 13 to beat Satoko?

He pursued her to this clearing and she gives him a challenge to take five steps and if he doesn't trigger a trap, she will surrender to him.

One of his comrades whose foot is stuck in a stump says "Don't step on the stumps!" One of his comrades caught in a snare says "Don't step in the grass!" One of his comrades in a pitfall says "Don't step into the bare ground!" There's literally no way for Skylark 13 to approach Satoko that doesn't potentially have a trap set.

So what five steps does he take? He decides to take 5 steps BACK the way he came. Surely since he managed to make it that far without triggering a trap, that means the way back is safe.

NOPE! Satoko expected that and triggered a manual tripwire trap that threw an oil drum at Skylark 13. He actually got out of that without getting hurt. The oil drum landed beside him. But Skylark 13 was done trying.

What would have been funnier is if the clearing had no traps at all and he fell for the one trap that was actually there.

Skylark 13 also made a mention to the protagonist of Golgo 13, a manga series about an assassin for hire. Golgo 13 began serialization in October 1968 and is still ongoing. It is both the oldest manage series still in publication and holds the world record for highest number of volumes for a manga series (213 at the time of this post).

This panel of Satoko looks...really off. Her feet are not touching the stump at all.

Satoko and the rest of the background were definitely drawn separately and then layered on top of each other here. But Suzuragi didn't make sure Satoko's feet would line up with the stumps she's standing on. I wonder if there's a panel somewhere else in this arc where Satoko or someone else was making the same pose. Maybe Suzuragi used that as a template to draw Satoko for this panel.

When Rika said Mion would have gone down in history in a different era, Mion mentioned Nelson and Togo as being "okay". I think she was referring to Horatio Nelson of the British Royal Navy and Tōgō Heihachirō of the Japanese navy.

I am curious about how many of the Wild Dogs have been defeated so far. Assuming each instance was a different person, I counted 26 personnel injured or ensnared in this chapter.

Next chapter, we'll see how the rescue team is doing.

NIPA BEAM!!!

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[simcardiac-arrested]

can i ask some stuff aboutyour ocs you mightve already said/shown at some point on the askblog . thank you in advance either wayyy

how does NS even "know" to blame NWB for his suffering? how well does he remember the conflux fuckening?

it seems like FTA has seen NS at their happiest post-trauma, which is. sad. why does he hate them?

does Wayback intentionally self-isolate from the rest of his group, cuz it seems like at very least WT would try and humor him, and CD wouldn't care about his productivity.

WAIT IS CD IN THAT ONE ARTIST COMIC WITH NS PRE-VIRUS CD? REAL? actually do their groupmates feel like.. upset about the change in *her*? ok sorry i know this is so many asks are not the best way to do this but i am runnin g away

hi ! totally fine. probably have revealed some of this stuff already but i have the memory of a dust particle so idgaf we Will talk about this once more

1. i think sep remembers that it was wayback’s ‘fault’ because well, that’s Licherally how it all started. like the reason they went through all of this at all was cuz they had to take wayback’s workload as well. i think waves would often talk about how sep needs to be Better than that useless green bitch. but mainly i think that everytime sep would be forced to overwork themself they would also see wayback just doing nothing and having fun and whatever and they’d be Reminded. re: how well does sep remember the conflux fuckening … i will be honest it’s tricky to explain and i feel like anytime i do it 1. completely changes 2. doesn’t make 100% total sense. but also i think that’s ok ^_^ i don’t need it to make total sense i just need u guys to get the gist of it. because like … well memory problems and/or loss in Human brains already kind of works weirdly. and with sep he is both biological and mechanical and literally One Big Superbrain; so basically i’ve always imagined that while his memories and files can just be erased with no consequences like how it would usually happen to a normal computer, i think the biological part of him would always Know to some degree and be aware. i think the best way i’ve ever explained it is that it’s like walking into a mall in the middle of a weekend and seeing it empty. it just feels off, like something is missing, like there should be People there, because it’s 2pm on sunday and everyone fucking loves malls. but there’s no one. you can Tell something is wrong and something is missing but you can never fully Understand, just follow your deja vu and gut feelings. i hope that mostly makes sense!!

2. first of all, fates is just a really reserved and negative person and a Professional Hater, so she can find reasons to hate almost anyone for almost anything. it comes naturally to her. the surface reasons for hating sep would be that he is generally annoying and can be condescending even while helping fates. she just doesn’t really like him as a person, she thinks he Sucks. but the deeper reasons … well. let’s just say maybe fates and wayback have more parallels than u might think (said by a guy who barely draws attention to these parallels (I’M SORRY WE JUST HAVENT GOTTEN TO THAT PART YET !!! UEAHGHH) (completely unrelated. Hi skiddles hi steven)))

3. nope, wayback only self-isolates when he’s Going Thru Shit, which i understand is like 100% of the time but you know what i mean — the thing with his local group is that he’s an Enigma to them. they do not understand him and like a good half of them think he’s just annoying (ris, fta, sep(???)). also to be fair wayback is just not super interested in all the iterator business so he barely checks the local group (even if he dislikes being lonely). and while wt does try to humor him most of the time they are also Quite Old and do not really get what the fuck he is on about 80% of the time. also they honestly just have bigger things to worry about. now with cd it’s a different deal because she and wayback would make amazing buddies, it’s just that she’s actually a really big fan of his weirdass music and therefore is way too shy to ever actually talk to him. also she thinks if she does become friends with him then the whole group will hate her because they all seem to dislike wayback to some degree. she whines to weaving about this often and they just go No one would dislike u man … but she doesn’t believe them. she’s quite peculiar if i do say so

4. yesss cd used to be sep’s artist buddy! and uhmm. to be honest i don’t think most of the group knew cd that well before (ris and soar are not huge fans of interacting and son isn’t either) and/or just don’t really gaf about what happened (fta and ris once more). so yeah don’t even worry about it. i mean i’m sure Someone is upset about it . don’t know really. Who said that. must’ve been the wind

[nyx-umbrakinesis]

This is an A/N post, why my writing is delayed currently, CW: health issues, (heart), mental health, mentions of trauma.

I am trying to write, most of you don't know but amongst my health issues I've recently been having heart problems, and when I get an attack it literally feels like I'm having a heart attack, I had one such attack late last night and early this morning (as well as last week which means the frequency is increasing) and I had to medicate myself as when I go to the hospital they do nothing (also I can't sit in A and E in agony for hours on end to receive no help and be sent home again, and I'm too anxious once the pain is gone to call the GP the next day to try to find out why I keep having these attacks as I always get treated poorly at the doctor's and I don't have an advocate🥺) but the meds I took, they make me so drowsy so I can barely focus for more than five seconds intervals right now before my eyes keep closing, often times it's either my health or mental health that slows down my ability to release content quickly, but I am trying guys, life permitting I really am and I haven't forgotten about you all.

I just feel guilty that this week has been a rather bad one for me (I have alot of trauma based around my birthday too which was last Friday and the days surrounding it so my mental health also spiralled and caused a burn out over the weekend, plus I had alot of socialising with people I'm not comfortable around who aren't always very nice to me which was another thing that set off the burn out as it was for several days I had to be around them...

Sorry if I'm rambling or being too erratic I can hardly focus for more than five seconds at a time as I've said earlier, so writing this is difficult, but I want you all to know, I haven't abandoned my works, I will still be doing them, I'm just experiencing a lot of issues simultaneously rn...

Thank you to everyone who has been supportive and enjoy my work, I can't believe how many people have liked my stuff so far, especially as a new writer I feel so humbled at how many of you have left me notes, I honestly never thought I'd be any good but I've been blown away and emotional about all the love I've received for my little one shots and even the little quips I occasionally post and I just wanted to say I love you all so much.

(please excuse grammar, spelling and punctuation issues in this post as I've said I'm not with it from the prescribed tablets I had to take to stop the pain).

(If anyone wants to send me anything to brighten my day I'd really love that 💜💜💜, it can be anything, art, a meme, a short message, a short story, even an ask, on here or on my main blog (@nyx91 where you can see a pic of me if you wonder what I look like and there's posts on there too more personal where you can get to know me better if you're interested in me as a person and not just my content 💜 if you're not that's fine too 💜💜) even a message to get to know you or me better, I'm just feeling rather mushy and vulnerable so no doubt when I'm back in the right mindset I'll completely cringe at this post lol. 💜💜💜💜)

Anyway thank you for listening to me ramble, if you got this far because it's not actual content thank you that means so much to me. 💜💜💜

[fairycosmos]

Can you and your followers let me know if I'm be dramatic by being upset about this? Sorry for how long this is and for it being worded like a reddit AITA post.

A very close friend (as in I've known her for 5 years, we lived together during uni, etc etc) and I made plans back in like January to see a musical in August and we already bought tickets (which are expensive) and I've been openly very excited about it because it's a musical I've wanted to see for a while. Then, in May, she met this guy (now her boyfriend) and after a few weeks of knowing/casually hanging out with him, he asked her to go with him on a trip the same weekend we were planning to see the musical. And she agreed. Now, despite the fact that I've easily been her closest friend throughout uni (and I literally would always cook for her and clean after her without reciprocation) she has deliberately avoided telling me about any details regarding her relationship and also didn't tell me about the fact that she's bailing on our plans. She told another Mutual Friend and told her to not tell me because she wanted to break the news herself. But that Mutual Friend did end up telling me because one day I was ranting about how she's been keeping me out of the loop of her new relationship and barely speaking to me. So I knew for a month now that she's bailing on these plans and was just waiting for her to openly tell me. Then yesterday she accidentally revealed it without realizing in a group chat, and when I asked her privately she didn't even say sorry she just said that she completely forgot and got the dates mixed up. Which I know isn't true.

On top of that, two weeks ago was my birthday, and around like 7pm, I told Mutual Friend that this friend hadn't wished me yet. And she got really upset about it but I didn't want to make it into a big deal. And then that friend ended up wishing me at 11:30pm and said she was at training all day at work, which I knew was bs because who trains for 12 straight hours and because I literally saw on Twitter that she had tweeted multiple times earlier that day so she had access to her phone. But I let it slide. And yesterday, Mutual Friend revealed to me that she actually had to remind this friend that it was my birthday because she was afraid the day would pass by without her wishing me and didn't want my feelings getting hurt. Am I crazy for letting all this upset me? I'm happy that she's found a boyfriend but she's literally been icing me out since then. It's normally very difficult for me to get my feelings hurt and I feel so dramatic being this upset about a birthday wish and a cancelled plan but idk. I want to confront her about it but I've been told that I should just keep my distance for a while.

hey i don't think you're an asshole for this - something that did cross my mind is that maybe ur friend is in a sort of controlling or unhealthy relationship with this person? just based on how shes been isolated from you, someone who is rly close to her, and how distant she's been since getting with the guy. ofc that's a very worrying and nuanced situation to have to confront and that's a big assumption on my part -it truly may not be the case, and even if it is, obviously as an outsider looking in obviously there's only so much you can do to try to get through to her. butttt if right now it just seems like she's gotten into a new relationship and put your friendship with her entirely on the backburner with no explanation, then i think your feelings of anger and hurt are entirely understandable. i've honestly been there myself so many times like when girlfriends get boyfriends and suddenly you're basically invisible to them. it's sooo discouraging and hurtful and you feel like a freak for being sad about it but still you're sad about it. and while obviously people's priorities change when they get into a relationship, it's not ok to neglect all of your friendships just bc you're seeing someone, you know? i completely see why you're upset and i don't think you need to feel like you've done something wrong for simply questioning her recent behaviour. especially when it comes to that expensive gig!!! she should've had the respect to come to you herself about that if she was cancelling, point blank. i would be pretty pissed myself in ur shoes. it's obviously entirely up to you where you go from here, and i guess i can't answer that part for you as i don't know the ins and outs of your circumstances + dynamic with her -- but whatever you need to do to ensure you have your own best interests at heart here is alright. whether it's taking time or talking to her or a mixture of both. and btw this is just my singular perspective ofc so maybe im wrong or missing something. sending so um grain of salt and all that, but yeah that's how i see it. sending a huge hug your way. x