#get the fuck off my blog too with that bullshit

[soaps-mohawk]

I was engaged to an active duty service member who on top of the physical toll on his body, had severe anxiety and PTSD that interfered with sleep and eating and self care because of things he'd seen that he refused to even divulge to me. So, to that anon, be aware that it may be a story based on a video game that you're giggling at, but the way the writer depicted the trauma and the detachment and the photographic memory of the trauma is all very real. Take that into account next time you decide to make an insensitive comment and that someone with real experience may see it. Some thoughts are inside thoughts that need to be picked apart by a shrink. Have a nice fucking day

Yeah. I hope karma catches up to that anon soon. And I hope they get some help because fuck them and their laughing at innocent victims and someone's trauma. 🖕 to that anon

[imzadi-deanna]

🚨BREAKING NEWS🚨

Chris pine officially worst Captain Kirk.

How much of a fuck up do you have to be to be WORSE than BILL FUCKING SHATNER

Yeah sure Kirk would kick Shatners ass behind whatever that American store that post said— but let’s be so for fucking real about how disgusted he would be at Zionist Pine

[angel---eater]

Don't know why when I switched in I immediately felt like I was dying, but I guess we're back in the fuckin' building again.

[ms-demeanor]

making my own post because nobody needs my bullshit on their post:

OP:

Reblog 1:

Reblog 2:

My response:

The IRA blogs were here and they were active and they were quite popular; their posting patterns did not match normal tumblr users (i was followed by lagonegirl and followed back only to be put off by the account reblogging the same five or ten posts every hour for a day before selecting another five or ten posts to reblog hourly the next day - it was clear engagement bait).

Tumblr has never been as transparent about these accounts as both Twitter and Facebook were, but several of the accounts had shared names across platforms and you can find a significant amount of data that was released by both facebook (ex: ads purchased by the IRA accounts) and twitter (over three million tweets from IRA accounts). Academic researchers have published papers on the data released from facebook and twitter. Several papers. So many papers. Soooooo many papers. We have a LOT of direct evidence that you can explore for yourself that there were hundreds (possibly thousands) of IRA accounts that were created on Facebook and Twitter. Of those accounts, some shared usernames across platforms, and of those accounts, a few had tumblr accounts that posted the same content on twitter and tumblr.

To quote a buzzfeed news article from the time:

The Russian-run Tumblr accounts used the same, or very similar, usernames as the account names contained on a list of confirmed IRA accounts Twitter submitted to congressional investigators. In some cases, the Tumblr and Twitter account has the same profile image or linked to each other in their bios. Some IRA Tumblrs and Twitter accounts also cross-promoted content between platforms, further linking them together.

Current tumblr user @ alwaysbewoke (who I don't want to tag because I'm sure he's got better things to do) is interviewed in that article and talks about following one of the blogs identified by tumblr as an IRA blog that had a matching account on twitter identified as an IRA account but unfollowing when the left-leaning blog supposedly run by a black creator started rooting for trump in the election.

Dr. Jonathan Albright is heavily quoted in the article; the data review he collaborated on is one of the only reviews of this subject that includes data from Tumblr and Reddit.

One of the claims that I've seen is that tumblr just deleted funny black people, but these were blogs with thousands of followers on tumblr who never recreated, never popped up on another social media site, never started a reddit account after getting banned; nobody ever showed up saying "hey this is 4mysquad, I got banned on tumblr and twitter, follow me to pillowfort". These very popular blogs got deleted and, as far as I know, nobody ever popped up claiming to be a person who was deleted - and it's not like tumblr users haven't figured out how to evade bans.

What you are doing when you make posts saying that the IRA accounts on tumblr never existed is *absolving tumblr of guilt for their utter lack of transparency.*

Tumblr is not the only tech company that has tried to fly under the radar as its larger counterparts face regular scrutiny in Congress and in the press. Earlier this month, Reddit revealed it too had deleted hundreds of accounts with ties to the Internet Research Agency. A WIRED investigation found more than a thousand links to Russian propaganda websites are still live on Reddit, and unearthed two suspicious accounts that Reddit immediately shut down.

So should you believe what Tumblr says? No, because Tumblr has been functionally fucking silent on this issue and the information about this subject aside from the list of blogs has come from the hard work of data scientists, journalists, and researchers.

(For the record; some of those bot accounts that were recorded by Dr. Albright also had Google+ accounts in 2017 - there is every possibility that they had myspace accounts).

Now, the reason that I'm popping onto this post as an annoyed anarchist is that I was tracking a similar group of blogs for a while and was discussing them and I stopped precisely because of the galaxy-brained liberals who are now trying to dunk on communists for criticizing electoralism. One of the people who was following my project was one of the ones who started calling out the "joe biden kills dogs" posts as disinfo and I realized they were using some of the guidelines I'd written up to "identify" misinformation and that is very a rock fucking stupid approach to what was clearly a leftist making jokes and was horrified and realized there was no way that I could continue documenting what I was documenting without someone attempting to call actual leftists russian bots.

I've seen the post that OP is referencing [it's one where someone makes a very obvious joke about the democrat presidential ticket and people jump on to call them a bot and then someone tries to do the "AI tell me a story" thing and OP is just like "I don't want to :(", proving that they are in fact a person and not an AI] and have deeply enjoyed the humor of watching liberals a) not understand a very, VERY obvious joke and b) become the unwitting butt of a joke they were trying to make, but also I am so exhausted by watching normie dems call leftists AI bots after years of watching normie dems call real live actual leftists who hold actual political views that real people actually have, like prison abolition, russian bots.

But I am also so fucking tired of left conspiracism and how stupid it sounds when leftists dismiss a preponderance of evidence that is easily accessible and publicly available for analysis as "lol so you just trust everything tumblr tells you?"

No, dipshit, learn to click a fucking link or twelve.

[juniperskye]

Let’s start over.

Sneak peek: Aaron and Reader were together back when she was finishing her bachelor’s degree. It went on for a bit until Aaron started to pull away – after confronting him, you called things off. Years later you return to Quantico to streamline the new child crimes unit which will work directly with the BAU. Aaron is surprised to see you and asks you to dinner…some shocking secrets are revealed. (There are timeline edits to this story to fit my vision okay?!)

Aaron Hotchner x (Fem) Reader

Angst/Fluff

Word count: 5301

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, age gap (reader is in their 20’s and Hotch is in his 40’s), explicit language, keeping a child a secret, Hotch not being the best partner (past), description of BAU and other FBI units – some canon typical subject matter, OC’s Nora (child) Theo and Leila (agents), mention of hospitals, and mention of febrile seizure, mention of Jack, mention of Haley (their relationship timeline was adjusted to make this work – they separated when Jack was like 2-3 y/o) let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

** 5 Years Ago, **

“Aaron would you please just tell me what’s going on!” You pleaded.

“Nothing. I told you to just drop it. Nothing is wrong.” Aaron snapped.

Things had been like this for the past few weeks. Aaron was being short with you, snippy about menial things that had never bothered him before. You couldn’t figure out what was going on, it had truly begun to weigh heavily on your relationship.

“We both know that’s bullshit. Why won’t you just talk to me?” You were practically begging him at this point.

“Jesus Christ, would you just let it the fuck go. I said I don’t want to talk. Why is that so hard for you to understand?” Aaron shouted. “Maybe Dave was right.” He mumbled.

“Right about what?” Your voice came out much smaller than intended.

“Maybe you’re too young, too immature. You just don’t understand the stress I’m under.” Aaron huffed out a sigh.

Aaron and you had been together for nearly two years. Initially it had been more of a fling due to the fact that he was teaching a course you were taking to complete your bachelor’s degree. He and you took things to the next level once you’d graduated and now you were about to complete your master’s degree. You loved Aaron, but with how things had been going for the last few months, you couldn’t help but wonder if that was enough.

“I don’t know if I can do this anymore.” You whispered.

“So what?  We get in a little fight and you’re going to throw a tantrum?” Aaron spat pure venom.

“A tantrum?” You said, exasperated. “Aaron I’m not a toddler kicking and screaming because I am not getting my way. I’m a grown ass woman asking for some healthy communication in our relationship. We haven’t had a real conversation in months, and I don’t think I can go on like this.” You gasped, the realization finally hitting you…this had to end.

“Sweetheart, we can work this out. I’m sorry okay?” Aaron reached for you.

“No…” You took a retreating step, your back making contact with the back of your sofa. “I think it’s too late Aaron. And honestly it’s rich that you called me immature, when you are so emotionally stunted. You refuse to act your own age and talk things through. Instead, you bottle things up and push away anyone who cares about you. I won’t be your punching bag anymore, I have too much respect for myself.” Your tears had finally broken free, trailing down your cheeks clouded with black from your mascara.

“So that’s it then? We’re done?” Aaron scoffed.

“I guess that’s it.” You gasped.

With that, Aaron grabbed his bag and left. Pausing for a second, before shaking his head and making his leave. The moment you heard the lock click, your knees gave out and you collapsed to the floor as sobs ripped through your body. You laid there for what felt like days, broken and devastated by the loss of what you presumed was your forever. He was gone and you’d have to move on, something you weren’t sure was possible in that moment.

** Present Day **

“Hello? … This is she … Oh! Director Cruz … yes I am getting everything ready. … I can’t thank you enough for this opportunity, truly. … Of course, thank you. … Alright, I will see you Monday. … Thank you … Bye.” You were practically buzzing as you hung up the phone.

“Was that bossman?” Hestia questioned.

“Yes it was! He was checking in and making sure I have everything I need before I start on Monday!” You gushed.

“I can’t believe you are moving back to Virginia. I am going to miss you so, so much!” Hestia whined.

“I am going to miss you too! But it’ll only be like a month until you join me…right?” You inquired.

“Yes! My lease is up then and as long as you’re still cool with us staying with you guys until we find our own place, we will be there!” She explained.

“Ummm of course you guys can stay with us! Free childcare…I’d be an idiot to pass that up!” You laughed as Hestia threw a pillow at you.

You were actively packing up your life and preparing to move back to Virginia. You hadn’t been back there in nearly five years. After breaking things off with Aaron and completing your master’s degree, you’d looked into PhD programs around the U.S. and had ultimately decided on the child psychology program at Colombia University, and while New York wasn’t too far from Virgina, it at least put space between you and Aaron. 

About eight months after you and Aaron had broken things off, Nora had come as quite a surprise. Despite the shock that was brought on by your pregnancy, Nora had become the greatest gift you could’ve asked for. Having Hestia around to make up for your lack in baby daddy had brought the two of you incredibly close together.

You had met Hestia in a pretty unconventional way, she was one year into her residency for general surgery, and you had appendicitis. So, she worked hand-in-hand with the surgeon who removed your appendix, and well, the rest had been history. She’s been with you through everything in the last four years, most importantly, she’s helped you raise Nora. You’d been sure to repay the favor, especially within the last year…Hestia’s mom had passed, leaving her 15-year-old sister in her care. The four of you had become your own little family.

“So, what’s your plan tomorrow?” Hestia asked.

“Oh, my parents flew in last week and they drove most of my stuff down on Tuesday. My mom said she wanted it to be set up for us, so we’d be able to move right in, especially since I start work immediately. So, I am just getting the last few things together today and we will head down tomorrow, and I guess we will finish getting everything set up this weekend. They’re staying with me, pretty much until you and Selene can come out. They don’t want me to have to put Nora in daycare.” You explained.

“Aw, I’m so glad they’re able to do that! I know by then you’ll be ready to have them out of your hair, but it is nice that you won’t have to leave her with strangers right away.” Hestia patted your leg. “I do have a question for you though…are you at all worried about running into your ex?”

“I don’t even know if he still works there Hes, it’s a huge place. Who’s to say we even see each other at all?” You shrug.

“You are so full of shit!” Hestia laughs. “Don’t act like you didn’t check to see if he’s still there.”

“Ugh! Yes he’s still the unit chief of the BAU! Of course I looked. And yes. I am terrified, Director Cruz said my unit will most likely work with the BAU more than any other team and I’m not sure I can handle that.” You groaned.

“You can’t avoid him forever babe. Are you going to tell him about Nora?”

“Hes, I don’t even know how I would begin to tell him.” You shook your head. “We ended horribly and she’s four now. What if he freaks out?”

“I mean he might. Hon, you have to tell him, she’s his daughter you know… I don’t think there’s an easy way to do it. Like it’s gonna be ugly no matter what. But at least you’re telling him.” Hestia reasons.

You knew she was right, you had to tell Aaron about Nora, but honestly it could wait. You had an entire unit to run, and you couldn’t let your fear of seeing him and having that conversation distract you from the important work you’d be doing.

Monday came far too quickly. Your parents had been a huge help, and the house was almost completely unpacked. Nora had settled in well with them being there with you both, and you were incredibly grateful to them for supporting you.

You had gotten up early to make breakfast and eat with Nora before heading into the office. When you walked into the FBI building, you made your way to the front desk to get your ID and then headed to the director’s office.

“Welcome! We are so glad to have you and your team joining us at the FBI. Child crimes is something that has needed an official unit for far too long, I am just happy to have you leading it.” Director Cruz greeted you.

“Thank you Director, it is truly an honor to have been asked to lead this team. From my understanding, Theo and Leila will be here tomorrow to begin officially.”

“That’s correct. I want to go over some logistics with you before I show you to your office. As of right now your team will just be the three of you, if we see a need to expand, we will. I am going to assign you and your agents each a specific unit for if you are needed in more than one place. You will be the point person for the Behavioral Analysis Unit and the Sex Crimes Unit, Leila will take point with Violent Crimes and Theo will take point with Cybercrimes. I anticipate that your team will work closest with the BAU and SCU.” Director Cruz explained.

“That all sounds good sir. Are the Unit Chiefs of these departments all aware of our arrival? I just want to ensure they will be prepared to work with us and that there won’t be too much pushback.” You posed.

“I understand. Yes, they have all been informed of your team’s arrival and I have made it very clear that their cooperation is nonnegotiable. At the end of the day, we all have the same goal, so hopefully there will be very little pushback from our agents.” Director Cruz reassured you. “Are you ready to see your office now?”

“Yes sir, thank you.”

Stepping off the elevator onto the sixth floor, you immediately took note of the directory sign listing that the BAU was housed on this floor. It made your stomach churn, knowing that you would most definitely see Aaron every day… not to mention in like the next few minutes.

“Okay so, through this door here is where the BAU is, as I mentioned before. There are two open desks down in the bullpen there for Theo and Leila, and your office is just there. You will be between agents Hotchner and Rossi.” Director Cruz noted as you entered your office. “I’d like to introduce you to agent Hotchner before I let you settle in; I think it is important given how frequently you’ll be working together.”

“Of course, sir.” You nodded.

The ten steps it took to get from your office to his felt like an eternity. You felt sick knowing that you’d have to face the man that had broken you all those years ago. You may have ended things with him officially, but he had truly ended it when he decided that you weren’t worthy of communicating with. At this point you were just hoping that he’d grown up in that area, because you really needed him to take the news of Nora well.

“Agent Hotchner, I have the new child crimes unit chief here for you to meet.” And before Director Cruz could give Aaron your name, it escaped his own lips, framed by his shocked expression. “Oh, you two know each other?”

“Agent Hotchner was a guest lecturer for one of my undergrad courses. He was my inspiration for entering this field.” You supplied.

It wasn’t a total lie…

“Yes, she was a bright student. I’m not surprised to see that she made it to the FBI.” Aaron added.

“Alright then, I will leave you to catch up then.” With that, the Director made his way back to his office.

“How um…how are you?” Aaron inquired.

“I’m well Aaron. I don’t really think anymore small talk is necessary. I should go get settled into my office.” You huffed out a breath before exiting the room.

You made sure to take your time getting settled. Placing some personal things out on your desk and shelves. You had a few plants, some of your favorite pens, some file folders, you hung up your degrees, you organized your psychology books on the shelves along with some law books, and the last, most important detail was a framed photo of you and Nora that you sat next to your lamp.

The day had sped by as you made yourself comfortable on the couch in your office while reading through some emails from other units and some case files of theirs from previous cases to see how they typically ran things. You had been trekking along just fine until a quite knock broke your concentration. Looking up, you weren’t entirely surprised to see it was Aaron standing there.

“I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing. It’s almost eight.” Aaron informed you.

“Oh shit! I didn’t even realize!” You scrambled to check your phone.

“I know that you said small talk wasn’t necessary, and I agree. I would however really like to take you to dinner to catch up, and maybe I can explain some things.” Aaron requested.

“Oh, I um. I’m not sure that’s a good idea…I uh-”

“Please. I really need to explain myself, for how awful I was back then. No excuses, just maybe it’ll help you see my point of view. I’ve worked on myself a lot since then.” Aaron pleaded.

“I have to make a call first.” You conceded.

“Of course. I’ll give you some privacy.” He exited your office.

You quickly called your mom, letting her know that you were going to dinner with a coworker, asking her to take care of the remainder of Nora’s bedtime routine. You also had to inform her you wouldn’t need to be picked up. After which you spoke to Nora wishing her a good night and giving her a kiss through the phone. You then gathered your belongings and met Aaron in the bullpen.

“So, I don’t have my car. My parents are in town, they helped me move, so I left my car with them.” You explained sheepishly.

“No worries, if you’re comfortable with it, I can drive us. I can take you home after as well.” Aaron offered.

“Yeah, that would be great. Thank you.” You offered a gentle smile.

Aaron gestured you to the elevator and you made your way down to the parking garage. Aaron, ever the gentleman made sure to open the car door for you, both in the garage and again at the restaurant. There was a tinge of sadness that flooded your mind as you noticed where Aaron took you.

It had been your go to for date nights back when you were together. It was a recommendation from Dave – who you couldn’t help but feel a bit of resentment toward given the “too young” comment. You wondered if Aaron brought you here on purpose, and he must’ve picked up on your thought.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I drove us here. I guess it was muscle memory.” He shook his head.

“It’s okay. I’ve missed the food honestly.” You let out a little chuckle.

“I have too. I uh, I haven’t been here since we ended.” Aaron’s voice trailed off toward the end of his statement.

You were relieved that the night hadn’t been filled with awkward silence. It had, however, been a lot of catching up while Aaron avoided the main reason he brought you here and you avoided talking about Nora. You were both saved by the waiter when he came by to get your order.

“Would you like to see the wine list?”

“No thank you. I’ll just have water.” You were quick to answer.

“Water is fine for me also.” Aaron added.

“Are you ready to order your entrees then?”

“I will have the Mezzi Rigatoni, and she will have the Ricotta Cavatelli.” Aaron declared.

The waiter nodded and walked off. You couldn’t help but look at Aaron with a bit of shock. It is what you always ordered, so you couldn’t be mad, but it felt foreign and all too familiar at the same time. He always ordered for you when you used to go out, he used to know you better than you knew yourself…but that was then.

“I’m so sorry – I don’t know why I did that” Aaron was quick to apologize “Maybe coming here was a bad idea. It’s all too familiar.”

“It’s okay Aaron. I was going to order it anyway. Maybe we should talk about why we’re here.” You suggested.

“Of course. I want to explicitly state that I am not trying to make excuses for how I acted then, because I know I was horrible to you in the end. I do just want to give you some insight as to what I was going through at that time. I really want to communicate now what I didn’t then.” He began.

You nodded for him to continue as the waiter brought your food and drinks.  

“So, you know that Haley and I divorced before you and I got together officially. Well once you and I became serious and my time was either spent at work or with you and Jack, Haley didn’t seem to like that. She uh, she tried to fight me for primary custody of Jack.” Aaron explained.

“What? Aaron why didn’t you tell me?”

“Honestly, because I knew you’d take a step back in our relationship. I knew that with how selfless you are, you’d offer to back off and give me more time with Jack and I didn’t want that. I wanted to have you and Jack, so I kept it to myself. Which broke us anyway.” He concluded.

“I really wish you would’ve told me; things may have been different Aaron. I am glad you’re telling me now though.” You desperately wanted to reach for his hand but ultimately decided against it.

Now was as good a time as any, you had to tell him about Nora. He confessed something and it was your turn. And just as you were about to open your mouth, a shrill ring sounded from Aaron’s coat pocket.

“Hotchner. Yes…CCU as well? Yes – I’m with their unit chief now. We’re on our way.” Aaron hung up the phone and looked over at you. “Is your team here in Virginia?”

“Yes, they’re not meant to start until tomorrow.” You provided.

“Call them in, we have a case. Time is of the essence.” Aaron signaled for the check.

The two of you contacted your respective teams as you made your way back to the car. Aaron once again opened your door for you and drove you back to the office. You texted your parents and informed them of the case and asked your mom to let Nora know you’d be home as soon as you could.

30 minutes later you were on a private jet to Chicago with your team and the entirety of the BAU. You had unintentionally sat beside Aaron and began going over the case details with everyone. Aaron had begun explaining the preliminary profile, and you couldn’t help but chime in. Everyone was watching how the two of you riffed and bounced ideas off of one another so naturally.

“Just a reminder, there are new protocols for entry into the crime scene when we are locating the children. We need to follow those exactly to ensure we don’t harm these children more so than they are already. If you have any questions about those procedures feel free to ask me or my agents.” You instructed.

“Right. Now for assignments, Dave, JJ and Theo I’d like you to interview the family of the latest victim –”

“Molly Leland.” You corrected.

“Apologies. Dave, JJ, Theo go to the Leland’s and find out anything you can. Morgan, Prentiss and Leila, you three go to the abduction site, I want to ensure CSU didn’t miss anything. And Reid you’ll be with us at the station to start on the geographical profile.” Aaron finished, gesturing to the two of you.

Six days. It had been six days, and you still hadn’t made any progress on this case. Another child had gone missing, and things were incredibly tense. Both teams had been in the designated room within the precinct going over theories.

“I think we’re looking at this all wrong…” Leila began, “I think the person abducting these kids is younger than initially profiled.”

“Given their disorganization and the lack of consistent victimology, I’d say that’s a pretty plausible theory.” Spencer validated.

“Okay, Leila what were you thinking?” You inquired.

“What if it is a teenager? My thoughts were a kid who grew up in foster care – hence the random victimology. They just want siblings, and that’s why there aren’t any bodies.”  Leila suggested.

“I think she’s onto something. If it was a young adult who was newly alone in the world, they’d be looking to find people to surround themselves with.” Morgan continued.

“Garcia, run a search for kids that just aged out of group homes and foster care.” Aaron called to their technical analyst.

“Within the geographical limits I just sent over to you.” Spencer added.

When your phone rang, you excused yourself from the room, answering the call from your mom. You could immediately tell something was wrong given the slight lilt to her voice.

“Mom, what’s wrong?...Why do you need the children’s Tylenol. … Fever? What’s her temperature? … 103? MOM! You need to take her to the ER. … I’m serious! … I’m coming home. … Yes! … I’ll be there as soon as I can. … Take her straight to Bethesda. …Ok. Bye.”

You turned and jumped in surprise at Aaron standing there behind you.

“I just came to let you know we’re splitting up to check out a few leads. Is everything okay?” He asked.

You could tell he had more questions and that he’d more than likely heard the entirety of your conversation but was holding back in asking them.

“Um no. My daughter is sick. She has a pretty high fever. I uh, I need to get home.” You panicked.

“Okay. We will get you home then. I’ll send the teams out and I will make some calls. For now, just try to stay positive okay?” Aaron had always been the calm in the storm.

He sent three separate groups out to find the unsub and had made a few calls back to the director to get you on an emergency flight home. He went as far as to drive you to the hotel and then to the hangar.

“Aaron.”

“Get home to your daughter.” He offered a small smile.

“Thank you.”

Leila had texted to update you that they had caught the unsub and would be heading home in the next hour or so. You had been grateful that the team had successfully closed the case. What was killing you, was the state of your baby girl. She had an excessively high fever, and it just wouldn’t break.

“Miss, there’s someone here to see you.” The nurse informed you.

You looked over at your mom who gave you a nod and you exited the room. Following the nurse to the waiting room, you were surprised to see Aaron standing there.

“I just wanted to see how she’s doing, and how you are.” He declared.

“I um. I’m…” You couldn’t help but break down.

Aaron immediately pulled you into his arms and moved you both over to a couch in the waiting area. He let his hand brush over your hair and whispered reassurances to you. The two of you sat like this for a while before you slowly pulled away.

“Sorry. She just has this fever, and it won’t break, and they don’t know what’s wrong.”

“Sweetheart it’s okay. She will be okay.” Aaron grabbed your hand.

A moment went by and then an alarm sounded. Your gaze shot up as you watched medical staff make their way to Nora’s room. You got up and ran to her room, with Aaron hot on your heels.

“What’s happening? What is going on? Somebody tell me what is going on!” You were practically shouting as Aaron pulled you from the room.

Your mom was pacing in the hallway as Aaron held you back from storming back in. It was killing him to see you this distraught.

“It was a febrile seizure. This can happen when children have such a high fever. We’ve given her a sedative to try and help her rest and we pushed some more Tylenol to aid in breaking the fever.” The doctor explained.

“Is she going to be okay?” You questioned.

“We’re doing everything we can. A nurse will be by soon to take her temperature again.” The doctor walked away.

“I’m going to go find your dad. That way you two can have some privacy.” Your mom said pulling you into a hug.

“This is Nora.” You told Aaron as you ran your hand over her forehead, brushing her curls away from her face.

“She’s beautiful.” He complimented.

You sat in silence for a bit with him just watching Nora. You could tell part of him was itching to ask, but you also knew that Nora was a bit small for her age so he couldn’t be sure that she was his. This moment of avoidance was terminated the second the billing staff came in to get all of your information.

“Hey there, I wanted to confirm all of the info for billing. Do you have your driver’s license and insurance card?” The staff requested.

“Yes, here it is.” You passed her the card.

She filled in all of your information, clicking away on her keyboard while the rest of the room sat with a looming silence. You could feel the question coming. You had been an idiot to give Nora her father’s last name.

“Okay and can you confirm the patient’s name and date of birth for me?”

“Yes, it’s uh…Nora Leigh Hotchner. That’s H-O-T-C-H-N-E-R. Date of birth is 10/4/2019.” You could feel Aaron’s gaze burning into you.

“Alright, here are those cards back. Thank you.” She made her leave.

“Seriously?”

“Aaron, let me explain.”

“Not here.” He motioned toward Nora.

He swiftly made his way out of the room, and you were quick to follow. In noticing your parents, you signaled for them to sit with Nora as you practically chased after Aaron. He didn’t stop until he was in a private waiting room, it was only then that he turned to face you.

“Are you fucking kidding me? She’s mine? And what, you didn’t think to tell me…I don’t know, FOUR YEARS AGO?” Aaron was fuming.

A part of you understood his response, but another part of you was furious that he wasn’t allowing you to explain before flying off the handle.

“Don’t yell at me. If we’re going to do this, we will talk like adults. I will not sit here and allow you to berate me.” You held your ground.

“Okay.”

“I found out I was pregnant after I left for New York. And at that point Aaron, I was so devastated by our breakup, and I just didn’t think I could be around you. I know that’s not fair, but I had thought you and I were forever and then we’d just ended. I was going to tell you last week at dinner, but then we got called in. Aaron I am so sorry, and I know that doesn’t make up for the time you’ve lost, but I also need you to know that I did what I felt like I had to do.” You let your gaze fall to the floor in guilt.

“I understand. I’m not happy, but I get it.” He reached for your hand.

You accepted the gesture and furthered it by pulling him into an embrace. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head atop your own.

“I’ve told her about you.” You whispered.

“What?”

“I’ve told her about you. She’s seen pictures and heard stories. She knows you Aaron.”

He held you a little tighter and you nuzzled a little closer. After a few moments he suggested that you both get back to your girl. You both sat with her all night, letting your parents go home. At three in the morning, the night nurse gave you the good news, her fever had finally broken. The next day, Aaron drove the two of you home, leaving with a scheduled family day where you would introduce Jack and Nora. You had also discussed talking to the kids about their birthday party (since their birthday’s are only 3 days apart). With Jack turning seven and Nora turning 5 in a little more than a month, you wanted to plan something big for the two of them.

** One Month Later **

“Okay, the bounce house is set up and the petting zoo guy just arrived. Where should he set up?” Penelope asked.

“On the southeast side!” Dave hollered.

You were setting up the last of the hors d’oeuvres, while the members of both the CCU and BAU helped get Dave’s backyard set up for the kids birthday party. You were so incredibly grateful for this family you’d come to have.

“We’re here with cake!” Hestia announced.

“Hes! Selene! Hey guys, you can set that up on that round table over there.” You pointed.

Selene came over and gave you a hug, you snuck a snack into her hand and nodded over to your bag.

“My iPad is in there with the Twilight movies all downloaded. Dave has a sitting room down the hall to the right.” You winked at her.

“Thanks mom!” Selene said hugging you once more before heading off.

“Do you have another kid I don’t know about?” Aaron joked, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Ha ha! No, Selene just calls me mom. We’ve both taken care of her since their mom passed, but it became an inside joke that I acted as the mom to Nora, Selene and Hestia.” You huffed a laugh.

“It’s true!” Hestia confirmed, before taking a case of juice boxes outside to the cooler.

“You know, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” Aaron murmured, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Opposed to what?” You giggled.

“More kids.”

“Aaron! We only just got back together, and we are at our children’s birthday party! Behave yourself.” You hissed.

“I know, but this time around, I’m not letting you go. I plan on marrying you and I just want you to know that I’m open to more children, one day, when and if you’re ready.” He punctuates it with a kiss to your lips.

“Well, I’m open to it too. And whenever you ask, my answer is yes Aaron. You’ve proven to me that you’ve grown since we ended before and I can’t stand the thought of going without you again so, I’m in this, for as long as you’ll have me.” You kissed him once more before carrying a tray outside to the party.

Aaron smiled and grabbed his phone, opening it to check the status of his order. There on his screen was confirmation that your ring had been customized, made, sized, quality checked, and would be shipping out soon.

He couldn’t wait to spend forever with you.

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Give Into The Temptation

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Norris!Reader

warnings: ‼️‼️⚠️⚠️SPOILERS FOR TWISTED HATE BY ANA HUANG ‼️‼️⚠️⚠️, cursing, SMUT

Thank you to @forevercaffeinated-lee for this idea! I hope it meets your expectations <3!

Slight enemies to lovers

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When I first met Oscar I thought he was cute and he is but my god was he so full of himself.  

Now don’t get me wrong, I love a man who’s confident and knows what he wants but Oscar was not that.

Oscar was cocky, full of himself and sometimes downright disrespectful. I usually let it slide because I didn’t see him often so I didn’t have to deal with it, emphasis on the word usually.

-

I’ve been on the road with Lando so far this whole 2024 season because he had asked me to tag along, he something about missing his twin sister or some bullshit like that, in reality everyone knew that I was here because he liked the way I made his meal preps and not the person that’s currently doing it now.

This is the week of the Monaco Grand Prix and Lando has been out all day with his trainer all day doing whatever the trainer made him do all the while I’m stuck at the condo alone.

I was chilling out on a pineapple floaty in the pool when I heard the front door open. I'd decided that I wanted to play a prank on Lando so I snuck out of the pool and quickly dried myself off before quietly sneaking into the condo. I'd heard rustling coming from the bathroom and that gave me the perfect chance to scare him. I waited against the wall for about 45 seconds before I heard the door open, I waited for a second until I saw a taller figure step out the bathroom and with a big leap I screamed 'Boo' at the man in front of me.

However, I didn't get as much joy from scaring Lando as I thought I would and that was only because I didn't scare Lando. I scared Oscar.

"Ah! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Oscar screamed as I still stood in front of him, placing his hand on his chest as if to slow down his heartbeat.

"What are you doing here?!" I screamed back in total shock and anger that he was here. I mean how did he even get the key? Only Lando and I had a key?

"I'm staying here this race weekend dipshit. You know this." His attitude evident, as always.

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm JUST NOW FINDING THIS OUT!" I shout. I'm so frustrated, I wanted to have a nice weekend to support my brother and hopefully only see Oscar when needed, but turns out I'm gonna be spending the WHOLE weekend with him.

"That's it, I'm going back out by the pool." I scoffed while I dragged my feet dramatically out to the backyard.

-

Back out by the pool, I was laying on one of the lawn chairs and I decided that I was going to try and finish the book I was currently reading 'Twisted Hate' by one of my favorite authors Ana Huang.

While I was reading, I was so deep in thought that I hadn't heard the patio door open and Oscar come out. At least not until I heard a big splash in the water and felt drops of it land on my legs.

"You muppet! I'm reading here!" I shouted as I took the towel I brought out to dry my not-so-wet legs. Oscar looked displeased with me as when I looked up I saw him rolling his eyes at me.

I continued reading in peace and quiet for about another 15 minutes before my timer went off indicating that I should go apply more sunscreen before I get too burned. I let out a annoyed groan because my book was just getting good so I quickly got up and went into the air conditioned condo to the living room to grab the spray on sunscreen, applying it before walking back outside.

Opening the back door, I was quickly met with a sight of Oscar with a towel around his waist and my book in his hand.

"Oscar, put my book down now!" my face just as red as a tomato at the thought of Oscar reading the previous page of the two characters fucking. Part of me didn't want him to know what I read on my free time but part of me wanted him to have read it so that he learns not to pick up and read random books.

"Twisted Hate? I think I've heard of this book." if my face was red before, it must've been a shade of hell right now. How did he know about this book? Maybe someone said it was a good series? Did he know about the pure sex written in it? So many questions flooded my head but before I could question what he meant by what he said he continued talking

(THIS NEXT PART CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE BOOK SO PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING UNTIL YOU SEE THE BOLD WORDS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

"Yeah, Jules ends up telling Josh that she was the one that took the painting. Josh was mad at her at first but then they had make-up sex. Turns out he didn't forgive her and 'broke up' with her mid orgasm and kicked her out." My face fell in shock. There's no way this bitch just fucking spoiled this book for me. No, he's making shit up. There's no way he'd know what was going on in the book, someone could've told him about the 'break in'. Oscar loves to get under my skin and this would be a good way he could do it.

A scoff left my lips as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Yeah fucking right. That's a good one Piastri, and to think I almost believed you. Wow, this is a new low for you." I laughed as I snatched my book from his grasp and gathered my stuff. I was going to finish my book in the comfort of my well air conditioned room until my brother comes back and we go out to eat.

(OKAY NO SPOILERS AFTER THIS PART)

-

It had been about 30 minutes since my last interaction with Oscar and I was sitting against the headboard of the bed under the covers reading. I was having a good time in the quiet of the room while reading until I got to a part that eerily started to sound like what Oscar told me was going to happen between Jules and Josh.

I kept reading because I didn't want to believe that Piastri was THAT disrespectful to actually spoil my book for me. Sure enough that Aussie dipshit did in fact spoil my book for me. With an angry grunt I peeled myself away from the book and left my room. I was going to find Oscar and kill him.

I searched the house with so much anger in me I felt like I was going to explode. I finally spotted Oscar still out by the pool except this time instead of being in the water, he was sun bathing. Lord knows he needs it because of how pale he was.

Swinging the patio door open I started yelling " OSCAR JACK PIASTRI!" The volume of my voice and the slam of the door startled Oscar and he quickly locked his phone before chucking it on the lawn chair next to his. "YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING BASTARD!" A slight smirk plastered on his face as he saw how mad I was.

"Finally get to the part I spoiled for you?" he looked so cocky right now and all I wanted to do was to punch him right in his sexy face. No, stop Y/N don't think like that.

"You're a cunt Oscar. I want to never see you again!" I stomped my foot. I looked like an angry toddler when they wouldn't get their way.

"Oh that's cute. We're rooming in the same house this weekend and in case you forgot, your brother and I are on the same team so that's not happening." I watched as a small laugh left his incredibly sexy and slightly plump lips.

As much as I wanted to be mad at Oscar I couldn't help but want to swoon for him right now. He'd gotten out of the pool not that long ago because his body wasn't wet anymore but his swim trunks and hair were still damp. That nasty smirk still plastered on his sexy face, his damp curls laying in every direction, his perfectly toned chest on display, the damp swimming trunks sticking to his hard cock. Wait, is he hard? Was he watching porn before I came out??

"As much as I'm flattered that you're checking me out, my eyes are up here princess." Oscar called as he snapped his fingers at me before pointing to his eyes when I finally looked up.

Did I just get caught checking out the man I hated the most while I'm trying to be angry and yell at him?

"As if. I- I would never check you out. You- You're the last guy I would want to find attractive." I swallowed the lump in my throat as I watched Oscar slowly start to walk in my direction stopping right in front of me. He was so close I could feel his breath on my face, none of us moved and I don't think either of us wanted to. Oscar raised his hands to rest on both sides of my face, leaning in but stopping right before our lips met.

"Really? So why aren't you backing away from my touch?" He was so close to me and all I wanted to do was have the most rough and dirty sex with him right now. "You hate me right? You know they say there's a blurred line between Love and Hate."

"I" need you "I would never love you" I'm trying so hard not to give into the temptation of falling for Oscar but it's so hard. Oscar might be harder but I don't want to be the first to give in. I left heavy calloused hand on my waist and gave it a small squeeze which caused a pathetic small moan to escape my lips.

"That moan that left your mouth just now says otherwise," Oscar and I made eye contact just before he turned his head to whisper in my ear "just say the word and I'll fuck you 7 ways to Sunday before your brother gets back" His hand slowly sliding down my front before they got to my bathing suit bottoms, stopping right above the elastic.

A whimper left my lips before I could stop it. "Is this fine?" Oscar said as he grabbed my chin to look up and face him, a small nod of approval was what I gave him but that wasn't enough "No princess, I need words. Is this okay with you?" Even when we're so deep in this intimate moment he's getting on my nerves.

"Yes," I said breathlessly as I placed my hand on his and guided him underneath the fabric of my bikini bottoms "I need this, I need you so fucking bad." I whispered as I had leaned into the crook of him neck to leave small and delicate kisses.

A heard a groan leave Oscar's lips as I started to suck the skin of his neck to litter his gorgeous skin with hickies.

"Mmmm, fuck. I need you right now." Oscar moaned right before he smashed his lips to mine. The kiss didn't last too long before Oscar picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and started to make his way to my room and slamming the door once we were in. Oscar placed a hard and firm slap to my ass before tossing me on the bed.

"You're so sexy, did you know that?" Oscar started talking while slowly crawling towards me leaving kisses in his wake, started by my feet "I've always dreamed of fucking you since I met you" left a kiss just below my knee "I've jerked off to the thought of me fucking you in my drivers room, making you scream my name so loud they can hear you in the grandstands" kissed my clothed pussy, causing me to jerk my body up "and the thought of filling you so full you're carrying child." kissed my stomach "I've thought about taking you at so many events." kissed my breasts "I thought about us getting caught while I'm fucking your mouth." kissed the under side of my jaw before looking in my eyes "I thought about us getting married and just fucking like rabbits everywhere I can take you" He kissed my lips before biting my bottom lip

"Do it." I said breathless as Oscar leaned down to kiss my cleavage, the second those words left my mouth I felt him freeze.

"Which part?" He searched my face for an answer

"All of it." In 0.2 seconds flat his lips were on mine in a hungry kiss before he licked my bottom lip for entrance which I happily granted him access to. Our tongues fought for dominance but his ultimately won, as we made out I felt an ache in my core that I needed to get rid of. I bucked my hips up to rub against his hard cock, it didn't last long though as one of Oscar's hands pressed firmly on my low stomach pressing my lower half into the mattress.

"Impatient are we?" A small moan left my lips "Don't worry baby, I'm gonna take good care of you" Oscar took the hand that he had pressed against my stomach and moved it to take off his swim trunks before moving that same hand to undo the knots on the strings on the sides of my bathing suit bottoms. Undoing two double knotted knots with one hand was supposed to be hard but Oscar made it seem easy, and hot. Super super hot. Oscar peeled the bottoms off of me and chucked it to God knows where in the room.

Oscar grabbed his cock and fisted it a few times before lining his tip to my entrance before looking in my eyes once again asking for permission

"Oscar, please fuck me. I can't wait anymore" I whimpered. At this point I don't care how pathetic I sounded, I had a hot man in front of me about to fuck me and I needed him.

That was all the confirmation he needed before he slid his cock so deep in my cunt I felt like I could feel him in my throat. He was big and thick, not too big but my god was he thick. My walls stretched in a delicious pain as I adjusted to his size. A quick tap to Oscar's bicep told him all he needed to know before he pulled out and slowly slid back in. He kept going at a slower pace before I spoke up.

"Oscar," I moaned

"Yeah baby, what do you need?" He leaned in to kiss my collarbone

"I need you to fuck me faster" without a second thought Oscar pulled out and slammed into my pussy, easing the aching throb thats been there for a minute.

My walls stretched with each hard and rough thrust of his cock and I enjoyed every minute of it. Oscar had one hand on my hip and used it to guide my hips up to meet his every thrust. Oscar kept fucking me raw and rough for about another 2 minutes before he abruptly pulled out.

A disappointed groan left my lips at the feeling of being empty but that didn't last long because Oscar ended up flipping me around and forcing me on all fours. I turned half my body to face him and I watched he stood on his knees and aligned himself with my entrance again and grabbed my hips and thrusted his cock in me.

A loud moan left my lips as I felt so full of him again. Oscar set a blistering pace as he rocked his hips in and out of my dripping pussy. Oscar slowly withdrew his cock from my pussy before slowly pushing his girthy cock back in making sure he'd bottom out. Even though Oscar was bottomed out he kept pushing himself deeper in me which caused me to reach behind me to attempt to grab ahold of his thighs in hopes to pull him closer to me to make him go impossibly deeper in my cunt.

Oscar finally started his thrusts up again and was fucking me so hard I'm pretty sure the bed was moving. Each thrust sent my body jerking forward and I felt like I was on fire. I could feel a familiar tightness in my tummy as Oscar keeps his merciless pace going.

"Gonna cum for me sweet girl?" Oscar's hand brushed up my back and rested on my shoulder.

"Mmhmm" was all I could muster, Oscar was fucking me so good I couldn't form coherent sentences. I felt Oscar pull out of me before quickly flipping me untilI I was on my back and he thrusted right back into be with so much force.

"I wanna see your pretty face when I make you cum. M'gonna ruin you for any other man." I can't focus, I'm so close to cumming and I need this release.

"I don't want any other man" I murmured "Oscar, I'm so close. Choke me"

I didn't have to ask twice and the second his calloused hand gripped the flesh of my throat and gave it a gentle and slight squeeze my walls clenched around his cock and my body shook as my orgasm washed over me. Oscar kept fucking me through my high as he chased his own orgasm. I could tell Oscar was close just by the way his hips stuttered against me. I was going to tell Oscar to pull out and to cum on my stomach but before I could say anything he spoke up

"Can I please fuck your mouth and cum in it? Please I need to cum so bad" Oscar whimpered

"Please" was all I said before I watched him pull out and quickly made his way up to my face before he shoved his cock in my mouth and started to roughly fuck it.

He didn't last that long and after a few thrust he shoved his cock to the back of my throat and used my used his hand he had placed behind head to shove my face closer to his body until my nose was touching his skin as he spilled his cum down my throat.

Oscar pulled out of my mouth and watched me as I swallowed all his cum. He placed a kiss to my lips before having to pull away due to my phone ringing.

I picked up my phone and looked at the caller ID "Oh shit, it's Lando" I pressed the answer icon and placing it on speaker "This better be good, I'm reading" I said into the phone

"I'm gonna be back at the condo in 20 so get ready for dinner and while you're at it wake up Oscar, I called him 4 times but he isn't answering. He's a heavy sleeper." I had to refrain a chuckle from leaving my lips

"Okay, I'm gonna wake him and then take a shower. Bye, I love you too." I hung up before turning back to Oscar

"Yeah, I forgot I threw my phone on the other lawn chair." he said as he rubbed the back of his neck "And no I wasn't watching porn, I was watching videos of you being interviewed at movie premieres. I can't help it, you're just so hot." Oscar mumbled as he leaned in to kiss my lips again.

"We have to get dressed Oscar" I mumbled against his lips as I pulled away "I smell like sex and I want to wash my hair so I gotta go now." I got up from my bed and was about to walk towards my bathroom before I felt a firm slap on my ass causing me to jerk forward with a yelp

"I'm gonna fuck you so good when we get back, I hope you know that"

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I MISSED YOU GUYS (I just posted two days ago) I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS!!

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If you're here about people calling me intersexist or what ever:

The tl;dr it's bullshit, spun by a bunch of transmisogynists who tried to kick up a harassment campaign against me, but most people saw through it as the bullshit it is.

But, anyways.

It started off with this post, where while high I made a dumb post about how a group of tme trans people who still align in some way with womanhood had been calling themselves "afab trans women," which is incredibly transmisogynistic because 1) afab people saying they identify as trans women implies that trans women are not women and 2) "afab trans women" is a concept terfs made up in the 2010s to mock trans women. The point was never about intersex people specifically, it was about people not understanding that "trans woman" is a specific term with specific meanings, and by them trying to use it it implies they see trans women as transmisogynistic concepts and not as a type of woman.

Whether you agree with me, whatever, I don't fucking care. Just block me and go away. But, the blogger status-quo-hater found my post and went on a rant. When I first saw it I had intended to ignore it, but I checked out its blog and found it interacting with someone who has previously intentionally misgendered me and I just decided I didn't need that shit - so I blocked it. Naturally it noticed cuz it was refreshing my blog every second waiting for a reply, and when it found I blocked it, it once again went on a weird rant about me hating intersex people and deleting comments (at the time, the only comment I deleted implied I was a man) from intersex people trying to "calmly" explain things to me (nope, i hadn't even had that many comments yet).

This launched into a bunch of people suddenly reblogging it's addition and saying some weird fucking shit. Insults, misgendering comments, I even got a couple of weird Christian comments ("may god have mercy on their soul" die). So I started using the ability to hide reblogs on my OP of these people and blocking them, and as it kept going it just go too hard to keep track of and decided that, fuck it! If these are the people status-quo-hater attracts, I'll block everyone that reblogs it's additions. And, I tried to do that but again, it got way too difficult, so getting tired of being misgendered and insulted, I turned the reblogs off.

Since then my inbox exploded with suicide bait, hatemail, dumb shit trying to bait me into saying dumb shit (examples), and my posts started getting spammed with comments that 1) were harassing me. no they were not "calm explanations," they were aggressive harassment that at times misgendered me (not all but enough) or 2) a series of people were spamming my posts, one person posting the same comment ten times, which was fucking annoying. So I was deleting comments by this point, and as I went I just started deleting any comment saying negative shit cuz, again, these people run in the same groups and the most "calm dialogue" doesn't look like such when you're being harassed by a bunch of dumbasses.

Tumblr user dabwax left some fucked up comment on my post. I deleted it and blocked her. So she made a post where she intentionally misgendered me. After someone informed her she was misgendering me, she acknowledged it but blamed it on me (for blocking her, she had been on my blog to screencap me) and refused to edit the post to reflect my correct pronouns. Genderstarbucks added onto her post and subsequently took part in misgendering me - a person I never blocked and never had an excuse to misgender me. The difference between genderstackbucks and dabwax though, is that genderstarbucks at least changed the incorrect pronouns after being told (even though the post still took part in me getting harassed). Then, status-quo-hate, a person who's bio literally says

Proceeds to reblog posts calling me "they" instead of my stated pronouns of "it."

I'm not going to keep this up, it's fucking tiring. Instead, I'm going to say that these people are transmisogynistic. This is clearly a disagreement over terminology and at most should have just been us blocking each other, instead both status-quo-hater and dabwax intentionally lied about me, misgendered me, and did everything they could to motivate people to harass me (especially dabwax).

At the end of the day, this is a mostly failed transmisogynistic hate campaign. And, really the only reason it failed is cuz other trans women stepped in to help take the heat off of me (and cuz I started to ignore them).

To close this out, here's a collection of hatemail I received:

So yeah. Fuck off.

[a-hazbin-reader]

Hello! I just found your blog a couple days ago and I love your stuff!! I like that you mark everything as either being romantic or platonic (as an aromantic, I would like to say you are a saint for doing that) , and all the little pictures and memes bring me immense joy

I was wondering if you could do a platonic alastor x reader where reader makes/made a deal with Alastor. Like full on, sold-their-soul-to-him, no-takesies-backsies kind of a deal.

And like, maybe Alastor doesn't care about them that much at first, but they slowly grow on him? And reader doesn't like alastor that much either, but they have the same dark, chaotic energy and they just sorta click eventually. (and maybe some Rosie in there too??)

Omg you're so sweet for this 😭 Some of the platonic ones are my FAVE! Plus, I get that not everyone is looking for romance 🤧

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

Plus a little Rosie X Reader

❌️Romantic

✅️Platonic

TW: Cartoonish antics, little bit of violence, Alastor being Alastor, Reader lost their soul

Description: ☝️⬆️

You didn't think Alastor was serious when he said he wanted your soul, who tf does that??

Alastor, that's who, you dummy

To be fair, you totally thought you were going to win but imagine your shock when chains suddenly appeared on you like a leash

Bullshit bullshit bullshit

He has you working at the hotel with Husk and Niffty but you go out of your way to mess things up for him

If you're gonna be his pet then you're going to be a nightmare pet

Maybe he'll decide you're not worth the trouble and give your soul up?? That's a thing that happens right?

So you do little things to fuck with Alastor, big enough to annoy him but subtle enough to be an accident

He wants you to make him tea? Oops!! You've poured salt instead of sugar and now he's choking down salty tea because he's too proud to admit you pulled one over on him

Not him giving you a death glare from over his cup

"How is it~?"

"Delightful."

He wants you to wash the dishes? Fine but you're going to drop and break his favorite mug and every replacement he gets

You're so clumsy

You have to carry his bags?? Fine then-

No, you know what? Niffty can carry the bags she's much more strong and sturdy than she looks

You're no fun

The point is, if Alastor is going to make your life miserable because he owns your soul, you're going to give it right back

You don't even make the punishments fun for him

He doesn't stop seeing you as his worst deal until your both suddenly faced against the same foe

Some idiot Vox hired to pick a fight with Alastor and for some reason Alastor picked you to handle it

Watching you play with your prey reminded Alastor of himself, giving him a few good chuckles

By the time you were done, your opponent had practically pissed themselves to death, terrified by your maniacal nature

After the fight while you're being patched up, you and Alastor share a few laughs as you retell what happened

And then you two laugh about Vox

And then you two laugh about how your opponent died

Nobody else is laughing you sick fucks

There's a change in your dynamic after that day, the two of you becoming partners in crime

Those pranks and punishments you two used to use on each other? Now you're combining forces to use them on everyone else

Everyone thought things would be better once you two put aside your differences

But this is so much worse

They find excuses to just send you two out of the hotel so they can have some peace and quiet

You just feed off each other's worst energies and keep making each other worse

The only mitigating force for you two is Rosie, she's the only one who can get you two to slow it down

"Alright! Hold it!"

Not the two of you being scolded by her, looking like two little kicked puppies because Rosie won't let you two blow up a shop

But the owner is so sleazy!!!

No, you two can't pretend to be repairmen so you can break into people's homes and destroy their tvs

She won't even let you write fake fan mail to Vox, slowly gaining his trust as his number one fan only to shatter his heart in some devastating and public way

Wtf is wrong with you two

She just knows how best to handle the two of you and doesn't really mind how twisted the two of you get to be

She finds it adorable

You are besties by that point, an unstoppable force that wreaks havoc on anything in your path

Oh and sweet Rosie is there too

Holding the leashes for you two

You almost forget he owns your soul and so does he most days, the two of you seeing each other more and more as equals

Or at the very least, friends 🧡

Maybe you've earned your soul back

Nah, keep it

This was so fun! I really hope you liked it!

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - Lando Norris x Actress!Reader (Enemies to Lovers & Fake Dating AU) 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Lando Norris really messed up on the first time meeting one of Hollywood's newest and hottest stars, Y/N L/N. But when his reputation gets too bad, she might be the only one who can save his career from being completely doomed. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 - 2.2K | 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - Swearing 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - My first Lando series! And this time, I promised to finish it all because it's been already mostly written. I was just in need for some cliché shit, and I just threw in some of my favourite tropes together. Hope you have as much fun reading it as I did as writing it!

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄

In a world of celebrities, reputation matters. It doesn’t matter if you’re a singer filling up stadiums, actors earning big awards or a famous race driver, how you are perceived by the public eye is extremely important for your career. Lando Norris knew that. Yet, he continues to fuck things up day after day. The nightclubs, the girls, and the lack of winning on the tracks weren’t doing him any good. It got to the point where it didn’t matter if he did good on the race, climbing from P13 to P2, because, in the end, all everyone talked about was how his personal life was getting in the way of his professional one.

“He’ll never get a win if he continues to party like a teenage boy”, said a comment on one of his Instagram posts.

His PR team wanted to pull their hairs, bending backwards trying to clean off his image and making everyone forget about all of those bad things. As much as Lando tried to keep everything very private, things get leaked when you’re a public person. No secret stays hidden for long, especially if you’re not trying too hard to keep it hidden. But there was an old trick under their sleeves that would probably work, although the McLaren golden boy wouldn’t be very trilled with their drastic decision.

“No fucking way”, he shot once the idea was put on the table during a meeting scheduled at the McLaren Technology Centre, where he was spending the weekend to discuss new strategies for next week’s race. “You realize what you’re asking me?”

“Lando, your reputation is completely fucked. We quite literally have nothing else we could do to clean up the mess”, one of the members of the team said. “And we know lying isn’t easy, but this doesn’t have to last forever. We promise that by the end of the year, you can put off this bullshit silently”.

“It’s not the idea that is bad. Is the person you assigned me to lie with”, he crossed his arms and looked away. The head of his team sighed, knowing it would be too hard to make him break and cave into their idea.

Fake dating has been a good old trick in the celebrity world for a very long time, and it almost always works out. When the team came up with the idea, it looked almost flawless. All he needed was a girlfriend, making him look all fluffy and cute for the media once again, making everyone forget about the life he had before. Of course, it would coast a lot of sacrifices for Lando. It would require quitting the DMs slidings and now his parties would all be accompanied by the same girl. He probably would’ve accepted it in the end. Unfortunately, his team did poorly on the choice of who he would be doing this with.

“We know that you and Y/N aren’t exactly best friends, but her PR agency is close to ours, so it was easy to make an agreement with her. Also, she’s quite literally the sweetest person in the world, and everyone on the internet loves her. She’s everything your reputation needs”.

Y/N Y/L/N is the newest actress to arrive in Hollywood. Last year, she made her debut as a supporting actress on a Netflix movie. But recently, she scored a leading role on an HBO show that had everyone obsessed over her. Everyone except Lando, who already had a bad encounter with her a year prior.

“I can prove them I’m serious on the tracks, doing my own job. I don’t need a girlfriend to do that”, he leaned back into his seat and crossed his arms.

“Lando, you know that your reputation is fucked. Everybody thinks you're childish and unserious about your job. We want to change that”, his manager stepped into the conversation, pulling his attention back.

“But why her? Why the person who hates me the most in this universe?” 

“Because she’s the only one who accepted this challenge”.

Y/N was very good at her job, and she most definitely wouldn’t need any relationship to get to new places. But the publicity of dating a Formula 1 driver would be very good, since the sport is doing so good on social media. Hollywood is a game, and she’s just now learning how to play it.

Before he could even ask why she agreed into that idea, Y/N shyly opened the door, opening a small smile to everyone on the table. With his blood already boiling under his skin, Lando chuckled before getting up from the table to exit the room. He passed right through her, shoulder bumping into hers on his way out.

“I guess you already told him”, she sighed, resting her bag over a seat at the meeting table. Y/N looked at his PR agent, who she had a meeting a few days ago, and that shook her head, pointing out the disaster of a meeting they just had. “He didn’t like it at all, did he?”

“He’s not very pleased with the idea”.

“Of course”, she nodded. “I’ll talk to Norris”.

Y/N walked around the entire place, only to find Lando sitting alone in another meeting room, facing a window that had a view to the lake outside. As usual, it was a gray day in England, making the atmosphere even more heavy than he wished for it to be. Without saying a word, she sat next to him and he pretended she wasn’t there by not acknowledging her presence in the room.

“Are you really going to pretend I’m not here?”, Y/N broke the silence and Lando sighed.

“I don’t want to see you right now”, he admitted, making her roll her eyes. Could he be any more childish?

“Norris, I know it seems like the end of the world, but it’s not a big deal. We just have to pretend to be together for a while and have a quiet breakup by the end of the year”, she said, making him finally look at her. “It’s not that hard”.

“But it is, Y/N”, he grunted. “Do you know how does it feel to not be trusted? Not being trusted with your work and, most importantly, not being trusted with your actions as a human. They think that alone I cannot put out the negativity around my name”.

“It’s just for a few months. And after this is done, we won’t ever need to see each other again, you know?”, she said. 

“You realize that we’re going to be together almost all the time through an entire year, right? Not to mention that we cannot be seeing with anyone else until this deal is done. It will drive both of us insane.”

“We have to make it work”, she shot, making Lando chuckle.

“Why, Y/N?”, he crossed his arms and frowned. “Why did you accept this propose?”

“The publicity is good”, she admitted. “And you know, acting is my passion, but people need to know my name, so I can climb my way up in this industry. I’ve been trying so hard to be successful, but no new roles are offered to me. If fake dating you is a way to go, then I’m doing it”.

“You hate me”, Lando stated, making Y/N roll her eyes once again.

“We hate each other”.

“No, YOU hate me. You’ve hated me since the very first time we met”, he said, making Y/N’s mouth fall agape.

“Well, I had a pretty damn good reason to hate you, didn’t I?”

The first time they met each other was at a gala event in Monaco. Lando was required to appear by his PR team, thinking that having him appearing looking pretty as all hell would be good publicity for him. The same thing happened for Y/N, who had just come out with her first big film and needed to be seen by the public eye. But unfortunately, their first encounter wasn’t what they would consider to be nice.

Her stylist chose a beautiful white dress designed by Oscar de la Renta, with feathers at the bottom, making the dress have movement and her look absolutely fantastic as she walked through that amazingly fancy party. But just as she was starting to enjoy the party, someone bumped into her, spilling their red whine all over her. Before she could say anything, the person that bumped into her spoke up.

“Watch where you’re going, doll”, he laughed after he collided with her body, passing his hand through his shirt, checking if there were any drops on his clothes. “You nearly spilt wine on my shirt”.

He was clearly very drunk, and anyone could see it in his eyes. But Y/N didn’t care. Her perfect and amazing dress was ruined, and the person who trashed it didn’t even fucking care. It made her want to burst into flames.

“You fucking idiot! Look what you’ve done!” Y/N cried, looking down at her dress, now painted pink with the splash of wine. When she looked up, Lando was laughing, mostly because he was so out of himself, that he just couldn’t filter whatever happened a few seconds ago. “Aren’t you going to apologize?”

“Sorry”, he said, but proceeded to burp right on her face. Then, the man laughed again. Without any power to continue arguing with him, Y/N left the event and went straight home, not wanting to face another second of that event.

But, it seemed like fate was against her. A week later, after spending some marvellous few days in Monaco, Y/N was invited to watch the Formula 1 Grand Prix by her team. And even though her weekend was going amazing so far, the whole thing went down the drain when she met the same man who ruined her dress a few days ago. Only this time, he wasn’t drunk and he was wearing a racing suit, getting all ready to perform at the track later that day.

“You have got to be fucking joking”, Y/N muttered, low enough so no one could listen to it. Soon, she felt an arm around her, making her turn around and meet her agent, Clara.

“I want you to meet Lando Norris. He’s part of our PR agency as well”, she said, making Y/N walk towards the driver, who was listening to music as the mechanics around him worked at the car. 

Lando didn’t remember meeting Y/N on the gala. He had been so out of himself that night, with all the bad races he was coming from, that he did everything in his will to get out of that reality. So when a beautiful girl crossed paths with him and shot him an angry look, he didn’t understand what he did wrong to deserve such a hateful glance. 

“You don’t remember me?” She frowned once they were introduced again. “Oh, alright. You were so shitfaced that you forgot that you spilt wine over me and didn’t bother to apologize on that gala in Monaco. And then, proceeded to burp right in my face”.

He just couldn’t contain himself, and he laughed once again with the story. “I’m so sorry, baby. But this is actually very funny, sorry”.

Laughing at her face again didn’t do much on making Lando earn points with Y/N. Instead, she proceeded to hate him and make it all crystal clear every time they met on future events. And unfortunately, it happened more times than they enjoyed. After all, having their publicity teams so close to each other, they were often assigned to attend the same events; all of them filled with banters and fights that led them into a lifetime of hatred for each other. Which led them to this very important decision to take.

“Are you actually willing to put everything between us aside for this stunt?”, Lando frowned, not understanding why she would accept that challenge. Y/N took a deep breath and her lips curved into a sad, weak smile.

“I am willing to do anything for my career, Lando. Even pretending to love you”, that was the first time she ever called him Lando since they met. That definitely caught his attention. It definitely made his heart soften.

He knew the feeling of caring so much about your dream to the point of doing anything required to be done in order to achieve it. And for a second, Lando found something that connected Y/N to him: their passion for their jobs. Suddenly, what used to be an angry and confused look, turned soft and understanding just with a few words.

“I’ll do it”, he said, making Y/N breath normally again in relief.

“Okay”, she got up from his seat. But before she could exit the room, Y/N turned around and laughed. “This isn’t going to work, right?”

“Probably not”, Lando laughed too. “But if you feel like this is worthy, I trust you”.

It was one of those rare moments where he would fail on hating Y/N. The moments where his human side spoke louder. And she saw it; this time genuinely smiling to him.

 “Let’s do this, Norris”.

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[1800-fight-me]

The Wrong Guy

Logan Howlett x Female!Reader

Rating: M (As always- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, non explicit sex

Word count: A little over 1k

Synopsis: Both you and Logan fight against the growing feelings for one another as your relationship deepens.

Author’s note: I am so in love with Wolverine my brain stopped working, please accept this humble offering! I do not have a taglist! Instead if you would like to be notified when I post new fics follow my side blog @jo-writes-fanfic and turn your post notifications on!

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, the words rough and choked out as if he had to force himself to push the vile words past his teeth. 

“Like what?” you breathed out. 

“Like you see your future in my eyes,” he said. 

Your heart dropped into your stomach and your eyes began to water. 

“Because all I see when I look in yours is a past that broke me completely.” 

You reached your hand across the table and gently laid it atop his own. 

“Logan,” you whispered. 

He shook his head and pulled his hand away. You swore you could hear the sound of your heart cracking. 

“You don’t want this, sweetheart,” he practically growled as he gestured to himself and you couldn’t tell if he was trying to convince you or himself. 

“I can decide for myself,” you protested. 

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. You deserve better than to be shackled to someone like me,” he said, and now his hazel eyes shone with unshed tears- the same as yours. 

You glared at him, suddenly sick of all his self hatred bullshit. 

“Then why haven’t you told me to fuck off? You certainly have no problem pushing people away.” you snapped. 

“Because I can’t!” he said, voice raised. 

His breaths came hard and heavy and a part of you wanted to only offer him comfort, but your defenses were up from his harsh words. 

“Why?” you asked, voice flat. 

“It hurts to be near you, a constant reminder of my biggest failure, of everything I lost,” he said as he hung his head. 

This time the tears did begin to fall. 

You opened your mouth to speak but he continued. In a broken voice so unlike the powerful wolverine the world knew, he said, “And it hurts worse to be away from you.” 

If honesty was finally on the menu, you decided to say what had been on your mind as well. 

“When I look at you, I see the future I should have had. I see the life that should have been filled with love and the feeling of home rather than constant wandering and heartbreak.” 

He looked up at you and you ignored the impulse to smooth out the worried wrinkle between his brows with your thumb.  

“And that hurts too,” you said. 

He shook his head. “I’m not him, darlin’. I’m sorry you never met the Logan from your world, but I can’t be what you need from me.” 

“And I can’t be her,” you said, referring to the version of you that was once his wife. 

“I know,” he said, his voice heavy with pain and regret. 

He was your soulmate, but he wasn’t. A different version of the soulmate you were supposed to meet but never did. 

You were his soulmate, but you weren’t. A different version of the love of his life, his wife, the mother of his child, that was ripped from him violently and mercilessly. 

You were bound but doomed from the start. Both unable to walk away but also unable to stay. 

“Where does that leave us?” you asked in a voice so soft and tentative you didn’t even recognize it as your own. 

He sighed heavily, downed the rest of his whiskey, before he said, “I don’t fuckin’ know.” 

You sighed and stood up, ready to storm out of his apartment. 

“Wait,” he murmured, his large hand catching yours. 

You met his gaze and melted at the affection you saw there. 

You let him tug you back down to the couch, this time your body closer to his, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Close enough that the presence and scent of him was intoxicating. 

“Let me kiss you,” he said, voice low in a way that made your toes curl. 

You worried there were unspoken words he wasn’t willing to say, that he was really asking to kiss you one last time. 

This man had just ripped your heart out, but you could never say no to him. You could never deny him anything. 

“Logan,” you whimpered and he reached for your face, wiping your tears away before pressing his lips to yours in a kiss so tender you wondered if he was being honest before. You wondered if underneath the hurt that maybe he loved you. 

Your soul belonged to him. 

So you moved your lips in time with him, opening up at his prompting, and a soft whine came from the back of your throat as you tasted him, as your tongue slipped against his. 

A sound- something akin to a growl rumbled through his chest as he pulled you closer, kissed you harder, desperation evident in the way he consumed you. 

“Don’t wanna make you cry, baby,” he murmured against your skin as he trailed his lips across your jaw and throat. 

You whimpered as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck. 

“Let me make you feel good,” he said, and it was less of an order and more of a plea. 

You let him pull you onto his lap and make good on his promise to give you pleasure, the kind only he could provide. 

But the pain still sat heavy in your chest even as he kissed you gently, moved inside you, and helped you reach your peak as he stared into your eyes. 

This wasn’t anything like the other lust driven entanglements you had with Logan. No, this was him making love to you and baring his soul within the process. 

There were tears once again in both your eyes as he brought you over the edge with him. He held you against his sweat glistened chest and you listened to his slowing heartbeat as you traced patterns on his muscled torso. 

“What if we tried?” you asked softly. 

He hummed as his nose ran across your hair, breathing you in. 

“You’re it for me,” he said in agreement. 

You burrowed your face deeper into his chest and he held you tight. 

And when the morning came, you both tried to put the past and the future aside and just be together, to love each other.

You both tried. 

[stardustlixie]

hyunjin, the heartthrob

[pairing: fem!dom!reader x sub!hyunjin]

[warnings: smut, degradation (like a lot), mean reader, lowkey pathetic hyunjin, dumbassery, confusion about feelings, angry sex (kinda?), unprotected penetration (don't do this), choking, hair pulling, bondage, cunnilingus, light slapping (like twice)]

[REPOST FROM MY DELETED SMUT BLOG]

[author's note: i can't do this anymore, the grip he has on my brain is insane. this is kinda weird?? read at your own risk lmao, not responsible for the brain damage, pt.2 might be written?]

hyunjin as the type of guy to be the uni heartthrob annoying you for no apparent reason. he keeps following you around, trying to talk to you, even tho your replies make it quite clear that you want him gone. you're the quiet, scary and academic type and he's the loud, funny and popular type. the entire campus questions why he's following someone like you around, but they're afraid of saying anything because his friends always keeping lurking, glaring down anyone who tries to question him.

even tho his friend group looks quite intimidating in the distance, they're just a bunch of dorks. and so is he. but with a massive crush on you. he finds you quite scary tho, your almost neutral expression and no bullshit attitude intimidating most people that come your way. he saw just a glimpse of your kindness once, when you baby-talked to your friend's cat, he almost lost it. but he mostly sees your other side, the undefeatable one that shows in the debates in your sociology class that he sneaks in to watch, the mean one that you once used to make someone cry when they targeted your bestfriend.

he gets off to that meaner side of you, that's his dirty little fantasy. he wants to be degraded by that side and be used for your amusement while he's unable to do something to help himself, and your softer side to soothe him afterwards.

but that just stays a fantasy.

until..

you're in the library one weekend, just to return some books and pick up new ones for your research, you walk out to the corridors to see none other, than hwang fucking hyunjin. he wasn't expecting to see you there, but he bursts into a smile, pulling his attention from whatever he had in his hands.

"hey, yn!" he waves at you, you shove your stuff into your bag and walk the opposite of his direction, also opposite to where you need to go. you can't do this right now.

it's not like you hate him, you think he's cute, you're beginning to get used to him following you, maybe you'd even give him a chance on a good day. but your day has been shitty enough as is. you can't bring yourself to interact with him just now.

"heyy, you didn't wave back." he jogs up to you and starts walking alongside you. oh how you wish he'd just be his own way for once.

he doesn't like your lack of reaction. you're not even sparing him a glace!

"come ooonnn, stop ignoring me!" he pouts at you with a whine all too dramatic.

"leave me alone, hyunjin" you hiss at him. you really don't wanna say something worse, but it's like he trying to........ provoke you? he's being much more pushy than he usually is, and there's no one in the corridors on a godddam weekend and you're very fucking close to snapping.

"ynnn!! pay attention to me!" he whines again, really wanting to provoke you. he's not blind, he notices you're not in a mood to be messed with. but a tiny, little parts of him wants to push you further, to maybe make you snap at him.

and when he crosses the line and touches your waist, you do.

you snap.

pushing him to nearest wall with some force, drawing his breath out of his lungs. you pin him there and your anger flows out, in sharp, hurtful words.

"the fuck do you think you were doing? what makes you think you can touch me? is this another dare from your group of fuckboys? or are you just a little attention whore who thinks he's entitled to everyone?"

you didn't mean a word you said, your anger was making up stuff on it's own, but he was flushed, a wild red on his face, that's when your gaze dropped to the floor, looking at whatever he dropped when you shoved him. you lean down to pick them up.

pictures. of you. not too many, not pictures taken by invading your privacy, but a few snaps of you in the corridors, or the canteen, or the library. times when you were fully aware he was there, from that one polaroid phase he had, he used to carry that thing around for a full two weeks.

the pictures flip something in you, you take your chances with him. you wanna test him, you know it's risky, but your brain isn't weighing it very well currently.

"god, hyunjin. look at you-" your voice drops an octave without you even realising it, and it does things to him that can't say out loud. you wave the photographs at him.

"-taking pictures of me like a little creep? so filthy. following me around like a desperate little slut. were you hoping to be discovered?"

you didn't expect him to be as affected as he was. breath uneven from your jump scare a second ago, ears red, with some of redness bleeding into his face, still affixed in the position you pinned him in. your leg shifts between his legs and his boner brushes against your thigh. what a surprise. he likes this. he looks away from you, but you turn his face to you with your forefinger, him gulping at the action. adorable.

"you really are an attention whore aren't you? following me around like that? clicking pictures of me? bothering me and hoping I'll take notice? pathetic." you tsk at him, he looks on the verge of tears but his boner says a different story, you experimentally press you leg over it, recieving a small whimper in return. yup, he's definitely enjoying this.

"you got hard just by me yelling and shoving you huh?"

he's torn, his brain sending him mixed signals, he's embarrassed, he wants to go back to his dorm and hide and never show his face to the world ever again. but he likes this, part of him wants you to humiliate him more, maybe do things to him that he won't be able to forget. and a part of him is even more embarrassed at the route his thoughts are taking.

you're not thinking straight. he's hot, you shouldn't be doing this, but some predatory instinct inside you wants to. you use him as a catalyst to get your mind off of whatever has been bothering you. it probably shouldn't be a big deal, he wants this anyway.

"tell me hyunjin, do you really think i don't notice? you think i didn't notice you staring at me when I was with Lin and her cat? do you really think i didn't see you when I had to drive that asshole away from her? you think i don't notice how you sneak into sociology and watch me from the corner? i do. how will you explain all that huh?"

fuck. he didn't think you noticed. he really has no explanation. he's fucked. you could report him, or worse, out him infront of everyone, you even have the photos with you. he should have thought this through. he's done for. he's pretty sure you're gonna report him-

"i'm sorry! please don't-"

"make up for it."

"w-what?" he's pulled out of his trance.

"well, since you've behaved like a pathetic slut, make up for it by actually being one. maybe then i'll forgive you"

he gulps, he would do it without second thought but he doesn't know if you're kidding or mocking him. he even has no idea how to say it, so he just sighs and nods.

"that's what i thought. follow me."

he follows you on shaky legs as you lead him outside of campus, and the next thing he knows, he's being pinned to the door of your apartment while you unbuckle his belt and whip it out of it's place. he has no idea what to expect when you detach yourself from him and seat yourself on the couch.

"come here." you order and he follows, walking over to you.

"strip." you say, he feels exposed under your intense gaze, even with you sitting down on the low couch while he stands in front of you, he feels like he's on display. he can't say he doesn't like it tho. so he puts on a show for you, peeling of each piece of his outfit one by one, jacket, followed by his shirt, then his pants, all in quite sultry a manner before he stops, only his boxers on, and looks at you uncertainly.

"off." is all you need to say before he's kicking them away, his erection springing free. you look at him for a good while, soaking in details of his body, pretty neck and collarbones, lean arms and torso and such a slutty waist, further down to his painfully hard dick, red and leaking, body supported by strong and pretty thighs. and for a guy like him, he has a big dick.

he's aware of your intense stare on him, suddenly feeling very conscious of his own appearance.

you get up from your place, his belt still in one hand, the other going to his shoulder, making him shiver before it glides to his back as you make your way behind him, gripping his hips and pressing your front to his back, as if to tease, making his breath hitch. you bring his wrist his wrists together behind his back and tie them together with his own belt.

"i'm giving you a chance to back out, i'll throw those pictures away and you can walk out like this never happened. do you wanna stop?" you whisper into his ear.

"n-no."

"good, then kneel" you smirk, pushing him down onto his knees and resuming your place on the couch.

you take a moment to admire how pretty he looks like this, kneeling infront of you with his hands tied back, breath uneven and so disheveled. so, so pretty.

as you take your pants off, his eyes fly to your covered heat, cute. you can't help but slowly press your foot down onto his dick, drawing a pained moan out of him because he's been neglected for so long.

you part your thighs and your eyes are enough to order him to get to work. he shifts to you and licks a long stripe on top of your wetness before you shift your panties to the side. he can't help but drool at the sight.

he starts working immediately, licking and sucking like a man on a mission. and he's on a mission indeed, a mission to prove himself somehow, because he knows this is probably the only time this is happening and he wants to make you feel as good as possible, make you remember him, because he sure as hell will never forget this. and certainly never forget the sudden moan from you as his tongue laps at your clit, noticing you're the most sensitive there. he keeps that in the back of his mind as he sticks his tongue inside of you, quite literally making out with your cunt. your hand comes down to grip at his hair, drawing a moan that vibrates straight into your core.

his tongue moves in and out of you while his button nose touches your clit with each movement, he pulls his tongue out only to attach his mouth onto your clit enveloping it in warmth and sucking on it, making you pull stronger at his hair before he resumes his work inside of you.

he's too good at this, it doesn't help that it's been a long while since you last did anything sexual.

you push him further into yourself by his hair and he moans right into you, the vibrations bringing you awfully close to your high. you release a breathy curse which motivates him to speed up.

when you cum, it is with slight spasms, chasing down the delicious feeling as your thighs close around him, burying him into you, almost suffocating him, but he keeps going nonetheless.

you yank him back by the hair to look at his drenched face, he finally catches his breath, making his chest heave as he looks up at you with hooded eyes. you give his face a slap, not too hard, yet he only moans at the impact.

"you like being slapped, slut?"

"y-yes" he nods as well as he can with the grip you have in his hair. you slap him, the redness resulting just adding to the erotic look on his face.

"up." you instruct, he stumbles up onto his feet with a wince and you move to free his hands. his wrists are red, almost bruised by how hard he's pulled against the belt.

you lay back on the couch, beckoning him over.

"fuck me." you order. "if you can that is." you add after seeing the uncertainty on his face, he nods frantically.

"i c-can."

he says he can, but he melts the moment his dick enters you, he's too sensitive, having waited for so fucking long.

"feels so good. fuck." he moans into your ear at the feeling as he hovers over you. he starts to move, his length stretching you out and drawing heavy breaths out of you by the sheer size, his tip touches your g-spot without much effort, hitting it repeatedly as he starts moving.

his arms shake at your sides, everything becoming too overwhelming for some reason, your warmth wrapped around him, the stimulation suddenly making his head spin.

"f-fuck... " the poor boy is trembling, voice slurring as his hips move in an erratic manner, although it's taking you time to get used to him, you take the chances you get to mock him. your hand moves to wrap around his throat like a necklace of sorts.

"you can't even fuck me, so pussydrunk already? i'll have to all the work myself huh?" he looks at you with glossy eyes as your fingers press down on the sides of his neck.

"please yn" he whimpers out, with no real context as to what he's asking for, his eyes screwing shut. his arms are barely keeping him up anymore, sweating and trembling like he'll fall.

"you're too fucked out to even use your brain huh? begging and you don't even know what for. it's okay tho, since that's all a dumb slut can do. i'll show you how you're supposed to make me feel."

you push him onto his back, getting a yelp in return and waste no time in grinding down onto him, resulting in a loud gasp from the boy. your hand finds it's way back to his throat. he lets go completely, hands falling to his sides and head pressing back into the cushions as he releases a string of broken moans while you ride him into oblivion.

"o-oh, fuckfuckfuck. oh god."

you laugh at his helpless sounds, suppressing your own becoming difficult.

"god isn't gonna save you here, baby."

that makes him let out a loud, almost sob like moan.

"please." he whines as his hips buck up in the slightest. you're getting closer with every passing second and it looks he is too.

"please what, sweetheart? want me to stop? because your pathetic self can't take it? or want me to fuck you dumb until you're left a babbling mess?" these words make him let out the loudest moan you've heard from a man. he really does get off on degradation.

"c-close. oh god, please. please. fuck." he's physically restraining himself from reaching out to you, hands grasping at whatever purchase he can find on anything around him.

"fuck. i'm close. you there? cum with me." you breathe out to him and he cums with a broken sob, his high hitting him like a train as his breath falters and his back arches beautifully, you keep moving throughout, riding out your own orgasm which hits in sweet waves, you keep going for a while after, just to overstimulate the boy a little, getting small, pained whimpers from him.

"c-can i touch you? please?" he asks, still in his post orgasm haze, his voice so adorably small that it makes you give in.

"go ahead." you say, expecting him to touch you tits or ass, but you didn't expect him to pull you body down to lay on top of him as you both catch your breath from your orgasms. he was holding on tight, like he'll fall if he let go. that little action did something to your heart but you pushed it back, not wanting to ruin the moment.

you originally planned to fuck him and kick him out, getting rid of those pictures anyway, but you think you don't mind if he stays for a while, you let him cling to you for a few minutes before the stickiness and stench of sex gets to you.

"hey, hyunjin? let's clean up hmm?" he makes a small noise but unwraps his arms anyway, but winces with you when you get off of his dick.

you pay no attention to his cum dripping out as you get yourself and him towels to clean up and put on some clothes.

he lets you drag him to the kitchen and accepts the water you give him, you're busy observing his features when his small voice snaps you out.

"i'm sorry." why is he apologizing? you find him looking down on the floor.

turns out he's sorry for clicking those pictures without your consent, it takes a while to convince him that you actually saw him taking those, just chose not to protest. well since you noticed him in places he didn't think you would, this didn't surprise him either.

you send him off with a warning not to die on the streets in a car accident.

fuck, you really need to get him out of your brain.

he's gone and you suddenly remember you need to clean your apartment before Lin comes over, you rush to find a way to get rid of the very obvious smell of sex in your living room, while you clean your brain goes on autopilot with it's thoughts.

so he's clingy after sex-

wait, what?

[campkillyrself]

Hi. I'm angry. I have been wronged and no right has been made from it. Please read, please reblog, please share, please do fucking anything.

This is a detailing of my experience with Jaye @raccoonsaloonboy, previously @trashbanditc00n.

tw for abuse and sexual assault, grooming, and pedophilia.

In 2022 I started dating Jaye Black, tumblr user @raccoonsaloonboy, previously @trashbanditc00n. 

I was 15 and he was 18. In the six month period of us being together, he groomed me to the point of me accepting sex no matter how much I didn’t want it. He sexually assaulted me countless times purely because I was too scared to say no. Scared that he would leave me, because i was his dog. He made me think he was my only friend and that it was best for me to cut off my family and move to his town. He ruined my sense of self in a way I still have not recovered from, and then hid from the consequences for a year.

I don’t have anything else to say other than more and more graphic descriptions of his abuse, so here is proof of his behavior.

these screenshots are in regards to me making a joke about us making a glaze for brownies out of cum and him not getting it. so i just said nvm and dropped it, then he got upset at me.

^ this specifically is so funny. Man i was the bigger person up until you blocked me

context for the next screenshots: martha is a character we made out of a stock photo model seen in the itch.io game “The Open House”. I started making art of martha and referring to him however i wanted because he was our creation. then he had this to say.

martha saga over.

weird fucking thing to say when your 15 year old abuse victim gets mad at you, and then turn the previous argument into your 15 year old abuse victim talking you down.

These are the only screenshots i can fit due to the image limit, but the more damning ones can be found on this blog.

Here is the post in which i detail our conversation in july 2024, a little over a year since he blocked me out of nowhere. also included in the post are my DMs with his ex to corroborate my claims.

Since then, he has *not* stopped using the account like he said he would, which makes it very obvious that he was bullshitting an excuse to not make a statement.

I am currently trying to get a hold of his father to verify if he *does* know about his kid's actions.

I don't know what I expect from this. I don't think this will be closure. His fake apology and refusal to admit wrongdoing was not closure, so I do not think anything will be. I just ask that you share this and spread the word of how fucking vile this man is. I am going to tag this post with the various fandoms he is in to let it be known.

If you wish to reach out, please do so at @jayeblackcallout, not this blog. I will be handling all matters related to this there.

[haunted-house-sys]

Cutely blocking pro endos and other nontraumgens on SIGHT

We are anti endo and other non traumgens + those who support them...

We dont actively discuss syscourse on our blog, and will continue not to. Why?

BECAUSE IT'S PROTECTING OUR MENTAL HEALTH.

If y'all are coming at us to "uh ACTUALLY ☝️🤓" us we will block y'all on the topic of endos, tulpas, all that other bull.

We will look in from afar, and talk about it with our partner system, but that's the extent of it.

Listen...

We dont care if you are "built different" or "systems just happen without trauma"

Fucking BULLSHIT.

Who are YOU to tell that to those of us who had to face YEARS of utter HELL when we were only JUST KIDS?! "Uhm actually were a system too without the trauma" "we wanted this!"

NO TF YOU DONT. Being a system if FUCKING HELL. Get the fuck off our blog and get the fuck off our posts...

....

Hi.. this was Illya with a BPD episode stemmed from the utter searing hot anger that boiled through my veins after seeing an endo "um actually" me... fuck y'all...

[caelisblade]

LOSING NO NUT NOVEMBER !

characters ; tartaglia ; thoma ; ayato ; kaveh & al-haitham x fembodied!reader w no pronouns 

synopsis ; finding the idea of no nut november stupid, you decide to take matters in your own hands by making your boyfriend lose on one of the first few days

read separate cw’s for each! 

repost from my old blog yaesnovels !

TARTAGLIA ! cw: consensual somno, established relationship, handjob (m receiving), oral (m receiving), he kinda whiny, no mentioned protection! 

he always looked so peaceful when sleeping. 

well, it was time to change that, wasn’t it? you slowly pulled his shorts down, careful not to wake him in the process. slowly, you started to stroke over his length, holding yourself back from a giggle when he got hard quite quickly. 

you immediately leaned down to wrap your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around him. if one of the few other times you woke him up by giving him head – he had told you that he loves you doing that and he was already twitching and breathing heavily – said something, you could already tell he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from coming once he wakes up. 

you then started to take him deeper into your mouth, your hand still around his girth and moving it up along with bobbing your head up and down, hearing him groan out loudly and his fingers tangled up in your hair. you grinned up at him as you pulled off. “good morning sunshine”, you giggled. 

he grunted a ‘shut up’ and pushed his cock back into your mouth. he already admitted defeat, and it hadn’t even been a long time since you had started sucking him off. “i told you … it’s no nut november”, he whimpered, hips twitching. 

“and i told you”, you lifted your head for a moment to talk, “i don’t give a shit.”

continuing his sweet torture, you continued bringing him closer to the edge with your hand, his moans growing louder with each stroke. you giggled when you “might as well make him lose immediately and get this out of the way.” 

just before he would’ve finally lost that stupid challenge, you stopped and took your own underwear off, making yourself comfortable on his lap, before you sank down on him. 

“you slut… you really can’t stop yourself for a month now, can you?”, he grunted, hands tightly on your hips as he started to thrust up and had you cry out in pleasure. “might as well let you do all the work since you’re so impatient, huh?” 

he laughed at you shaking your head to refuse. oh, he was going to enjoy this way too much. 

THOMA ! cw: rush of getting caught, no mentioned protection 

stupid fucking challenges. 

and stupid fucking kamisato ayato for making your boyfriend participate in this sort of bullshit. you looked at thoma pensively, not even slightly finding it funny that he refuses to give into his (and your) needs. the young male, however, didn’t even bat an eye and continued his chores around the estate, not even acknowledging your presence in ayato’s bedroom that he was tidying up right now. 

you were pretty sure he was trying his best to ignore you because he was already struggling to maintain his composure. when you looked down on his crotch, still sitting on ayato’s bed as you had your chores already finished, you saw that he was in immediate need of a cold shower and couldn’t help but smirk knowingly. 

“thoma~?”, you called for him, looking at him innocently. 

“no”, he immediately refused, almost leaving the room but you held him back. he sighed at your pout, leaning down to give you a little kiss on the lips. “sorry, that came off a little too rough, darling. but you know i can’t. if i give in, i’ll have to eat ayato’s … interesting meals for the rest of the month and i can’t do that.”

“but he doesn’t have to know”, you put your arms around his neck and pulled him on top of you, laying down on ayato’s bed, not caring that it wasn’t even your own bedroom in that moment. “i just need you so badly right now. don’t worry, i won’t tell him.” you felt his hard-on pressing against your core. looking right into your eyes, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down again and kissing you desperately. the kiss was passionate, rough and you could practically feel how desperate those last few days thoma must have gotten from keeping himself in check. 

“are we really going to just fuck here?”, you giggled when he pulled you up a bit to get rid of your t-shirt. 

“honestly? i couldn’t care any less about where we are right now”, thoma mumbled as a reply, pushing you down on the bed once again to kiss and shut you up again. neither of you could stop giggling as he slowly took off clothing after clothing until he was all naked on top of you and slowly pushed his cock inside, groaning in the moment your walls immediately clenched around him tightly. 

“now, that was fast.” 

he honestly couldn’t care less about ayato in that very moment.

AYATO ! cw: sending him pics of yourself in lingerie while he’s at work, teasing, degrading?? like once, no mentioned protection

“sweetheart, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

you giggled at the pic you just sent him. you had to admit that you, indeed, looked just like ayato loved seeing you – in one of the lingerie sets he encouraged you to purchase. and now you had decided to tease him with sending him those pictures of yourself, in just the moment he was in an important meeting with investors. 

why are you on your phone? aren’t you in a meeting, darling?

you texted back, knowing that he wasn’t really in the mood to play around – considering he had been holding off on that no nut november challenge he heard of from one of his coworkers. why he would put himself through such torture was a big question to you. 

i know what you’re trying to do, sweetheart. it’s not going to work.

i’m not trying to do anything, ayato <3 

you let yourself fall back on the bed, giggling at your victory. you knew that those pictures probably made him so hard already that he would cancel his meeting just to come back. it did happen before. 

you were in such a good mood that you just got up again, putting on a gown to cover yourself up, going around the beautiful garden of the kamisato estate to wait for ayato to finally take the bait. 

it took him an hour to be back at home. 

“you look so beautiful, baby, such a beautiful mess for me, are you not?”, he whispered in his usual, condescending voice while he didn’t even give you a moment to catch your breath as he was pretty much slamming his hips against yours; at the same time, he was slowly rubbing your clit. 

“pity that you are just such a slut for me. i should probably just come on you, right? you should’ve been good for me if you wanted me to come inside”, he wondered, smirking at you shaking your head as a no. he roughly gripped your chin with his hand. “don’t think you will get a say in this. i lost that bet with miko just because of you. now you might as face those consequences, beautiful.” 

KAVEH X ALHAITHAM ! cw: poly relationship, oral (fem receiving) overstimulation, fingering, you’re the one who loses the challenge

“we did tell you to stop moving around so much, didn’t we darling?”, al-haitham whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine with his deep voice. he was holding you tightly in your place while kaveh was holding your thighs tightly while he was lapping up your cunt, making you cry out. 

“shh, don’t cry, sweetheart. we’re both here now, aren’t we? there’s no need for you to cry.” 

oh, fuck al-haitham’s soft and condescending voice. the first time he had been so sweet to you. based off your first impression of him, you didn’t think it was possible for him to be that caring and sweet, but first impressions sucked anyway, right?

neither of them cared that you had already came for them once and the continuation of kaveh eating you out had you sob out due to the overstimulation. based on your previous sexual encounters, you knew that kaveh was a giving lover and he loved seeing you being a total mess for him and loved to make you feel good. 

while al-haitham was the more teasing type – he loved to edge you until you’d tell him you’ll leave and ask kaveh to make you come since he wasn’t able to. that would hurt his ego. 

al-haitham leaned down a bit to leave soft kisses over your face, making you giggle while kaveh slowly slid a finger inside your cunt while al-haitham sneaked one hand down your body, pinching your nipples to make you even more sensitive for them. 

“i love you both a lot but if you don’t stop i won’t let you lose that dumb challenge”, you threatened. you had agreed on a “reverse” no nut november challenge – that being, it wasn’t them participating in the challenge. it was you. and as they had previously noted before it was november first, they wouldn’t take long to get you weak for them. which ended up being the truth. 

it was only the second day of the month and you were a total mess for them already. you loved your boyfriends but they were such a pain in your ass. 

well, they knew what they were doing and you weren’t complaining. you had already lost the challenge, you might as well enjoy it. 

[kpop---scenarios]

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Warning: Some Sexual Stuff [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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ONE | TWO

“Y/N.” Your dad yells, startling you out of your bed.

“What!?” You yell back, sitting up, your eyes still closed. You weren't ready to get up, you still wanted to sleep for at least forever.

“Hyunjin is taking you out tonight. He'll be here at 7.” Your dad yells. Your eyes dart open. Hyunjin? You smile widely. You really liked him and you were excited to go out with him again. There was just something about him that riled you up and made you feel all sorts of things.

“Okay!” You yell down, getting out of bed to hop in the shower. You hoped the day would go by fast.

But like usual, the day went by so slowly and it was killing you. You wandered around your house, had some snacks, watched a movie, read a book and by the time you were done, it was finally time to get ready.

You excitedly did your makeup and your hair, putting on your most favorite dress before slipping on your heels. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, happy with how you looked, you went downstairs to see Hyunjin and your dad talking and laughing.

“Gorgeous.” Hyunjin smiles, reaching his hand out for you. You slide your hand into his as he helps you down the rest of the stairs.

“You two have fun tonight. Not too much fun.” your dad laughs. “Hyunjin, take care of my baby girl.”

“I'll protect her with my life, sir.” Hyunjin smiles, leading you out to the car.

“Where are we going?” you ask, the driver taking off out of your driveway. Hyunjin slouches in his seat, his legs spread. “First, we're going for dinner.” He smiles, glancing over at you. “Are you hungry?”

“I'm starving.” You say, eyeing him up. The way he looked in his suit, his hair slicked back, the way he was sitting was riling you the fuck up. You had never felt this way about someone and wanted to ride them as much as you wanted to ride Hyunjin's cock right now.

“You okay, beautiful?” He asks, smirking. You squeeze your legs together, trying to relieve the pulsing of your clit.

“Mhmm.” You say, now trying to avoid his eye contact.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, leaning in closer to you.

“Um, just… dinner.” You whisper.

“You're lying.” He whispers back. “You're squeezing your thighs together.” He whispers, his lips getting closer to your ear. “Are you horny princess?” He says before he nibbles on your earlobe.

“Oh god.” You groan, now crossing your legs. Hyunjin smirks as he sits up, taking out his now ringing phone.

“What?” He asks, putting the phone up to his ear. “What the fuck? No. Absolutely not. Do it on your own time. This is my time.” He says. “Don't even think about it.” He snaps, hanging up the call.

“Everything okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, just some bullshit.” He smiles. He glances out the window, pointing to a building. “We're here.” He says as the car pulls up to the front door. Hyunjin gets out first, holding his hand out for you. You happily grab it, walking hand in hand with Hyunjin into the restaurant. As the two of you follow the hostess to your seat, Hyunjin slides his hand on your lower back, walking closely behind you.

He pulls out your chair for you, pushing you back in before sitting down himself. You both look at the menu, but your clit is still throbbing and you are finding it hard to concentrate on anything else but how good Hyunjin would feel inside you.

“What are you thinking of having?” He asks.

“I'm… not sure.” You say, shaking your head, trying to concentrate. Hyunjin laughs, as he drops his napkin on the floor. He crawls under the table, you can feel him between your legs, spreading them widely.

“What are you doing?” You whisper, looking under the table cloth.

“Read the menu, princess.” He says, moving your panties to the side. He pulls you down slightly before he flicks your clit with his tongue. Your eyes roll back, your mouth hanging open as he latches his lips to you, sucking it gently. You drop the menu on the table, desperately wanting to grab his head and grind yourself on his face.

“Can I get you something to drink?” The waitress asks, smiling at you.

“Hi… um…I'll take a v-vodka and cranberry. He'll have… a whiskey.” You stutter, giving her a small smile. “He's just in the bathroom.”

She smiles and nods, walking away. “You need to stop. I'm gonna cum.” You whisper down to him, your hands gripping the table.

“That's the whole point.” He chuckles, going back to licking your clit, sloppily sucking and slurping up all your juices.

“Fuck.” You whisper whine. “I'm cumming.” You whisper, the feeling of pure ecstasy jolting through your body. Hyunjin moves your panties back on as he crawls out from under the table with his napkin in hand.

“Found it.” He chuckles, sitting down in his seat, licking his lips before he uses his napkin to wipe off the rest of your juices from his face.

“You're bad.” You breathe, smiling at him. As the waitress comes over with your drinks.

“Are you upset, princess?” He asks, smirking at you.

“Not at all. But now I'm gonna want more.” You laugh.

“That can be arranged.” He grins.

“What can I get you to eat?” The waitress asks. You and Hyunjin both place your orders, and she walks away. Hyunjin smiles at you, but his smile fades quickly, seeing the one he told not to show up. You turn around, seeing Minho walking towards your table, a large bouquet of flowers in hand.

“Hi.” He smiles at you, handing you the flowers.

“Hi.” You laugh, taking the flowers. “What are you doing here?” you ask.

“Yeah, what are you doing here?” Hyunjin asks, crossing his arms.

“I came to apologize. I know I should have waited until I saw you again but I was worried you wouldn't want to see me after what happened last time.” He says, hanging his head down.

“Oh, Minho.” You sigh. “I know you didn't plan for that to happen.”

“No I didn't, but I knew they were after me and I put you in danger anyways. It was reckless and I should have known better.” He says. “I'm sorry.”

“Thank you.” You smile.

“Will I be able to take you out again?” He asks. “I want to show you what kind of man I really am.”

“I'd like that.” You smile.

“Are you done?” Hyunjin asks. “I'd like to get back to our date.”

“Yeah, sorry man. Sorry for interrupting.” He smiles. “I'll contact your dad.” He finishes, leaving the restaurant.

“I'll be right back.” Hyunjin says, following Minho out of the restaurant.

Once outside, Hyunjin grabs Minho's shoulder, slamming him against the brick wall. “What the fuck did you not understand about do it on your own time?” He snaps.

“I don't care about what you said. I needed to do it now. I need to make it right if I'm gonna have a chance with her.” Minho explains.

“I'm gonna tell you right now, you have no chance with her. She's gonna choose me.” Hyunjin says.

“You think she's gonna fall that hard for you?” Minho laughs. “Does she even know what you're really like?” He asks.

“You need to shut the fuck up. I'm gonna say this once, you interrupt our dates again, I'll break your fucking fingers.” Hyunjin snaps. “Stay the fuck out of my way.”

“Then you stay the fuck out of my way.” Minho yells back as Hyunjin walks back into the restaurant.

“What happened?” You ask, taking a bite of your pasta.

“Just some business talk.” Hyunjin laughs, starting to eat his steak.

“I'm sorry.” You whisper.

“For what?” He asks, cocking his head.

“Him showing up… interrupting our date.” You sigh.

“That's not on you, princess.” He smiles. “He called me earlier to ask if he could. That's who I was talking to when I said no. Obviously he didn't listen.”

“I don't want you two to wreck your friendship over me.” You say.

“You don't need to apologize. That's not your fault. Neither is whatever happens between Minho and I. We're grown men, we can handle it.” He smiles.

That was part of the problem, you didn't know what was going to happen between them but you knew there would be something. And whatever it was you knew you'd feel responsible for the situation.

“If you're sure.” You smile, the anxiety building in your stomach.

“I am.” He says. “Now.” He pauses pushing his plate away from himself. “What would you like to do?” He asks.

“We could get a drink?” You suggest. Hyunjin smiles and nods his head. Without even seeing the bill, he places down five one hundred dollar bills on the table and helps you out of your seat. The two of you head to the car, heading out to the club for some drinks.

“I love this song!” You yell, dancing in your seat as you take a sip of your second drink.

“Would you like to dance?” Hyunjin asks. You nod your head, he grabs your hand to pull you to the dance floor. You down the rest of your drink, setting down your cup just before you get to the dance floor. You face Hyunjin, your arms wrapped around his neck as he rests his hand on your waist, you're both feeling the beat of the music as you grind on him. It doesn't take long for you to turn around, dancing a little more, shaking your ass in his crotch. His hands roam your body, you're looking around the club, your eyes lock with Minho. He stares at you and Hyunjin, talking to someone else but his eyes never leave the direction of you.

“Minho is here.” You say to Hyunjin, turning around to face him.

“I know.” Hyunjin smiles.

“Did you bring me here on purpose?” You ask. He smiles even wider.

“I wanted him to see something.” He tells you. His hand rubs your cheek, moving to the back of your head as he pulls your head closer to his. His lips touch yours, he makes the kiss more passionate in seconds, sliding his tongue into your mouth.

Fuck. It's so hard to resist him. You melt into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him to pull his body closer to yours.

You break the kiss. You need to breathe. You look up to where Minho once was, but he's no longer there.

“You're starting something.” You say.

“I'm just proving to him that I'm the one you want.” He says.

“Nothing has been decided yet.” You say, crossing your arms. Hyunjin leans in close to you, his lips grazing your ears.

“You can't honestly tell me that it's not gonna be me.” He chuckles.

“No decisions have been made.” You giggle.

“That's right.” Minho yells. “No decisions have been made. Bringing her here to makeout with her in front of me is low.” He chuckles.”But if this is how you wanna play it, then that's fine.” Minho pauses. “Game on.”

[emisloves]

CLASSROOM SHENANIGANS ✦ Y.JW

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader

genre: explicit content (smut, profanities), enemies to ???

warnings: porn barely any plot, somewhat unreal situation, fucking in a classroom (college classroom, although it will not be explicitly mentioned)

smut tags: dubcon/non-conish (reader does want it), unprotected sex (a big no!), meandom!won, very slight softdom!won, fluff (if you squint), pussydrunk!won, cum eating, oral (both m and f receiving), overstimulation, face fucking, humiliation, doggy, creampie, breeding kink, dumbification, degradation, praising, squirting, multiple orgasms, very basic after care, lmk if I missed any!

wc: 4k

a/n: looks familiar? i had posted it on @/emi-en, my previous blog.

Jungwon tolerated a lot of your bullshit. You want to misplace his already submitted assignments? He can do the same. You want to purposely bump into him in the cafeteria when he is carrying his food so that it all spills onto the floor? He can do it too. You want to boo at him during his football game? He can deal with that. You want to give him nasty glares in the hallways and whisper dumb shit about him to your friends? He can deal with that too. You want to flirt with his friends and get into their pants?

Now that. That is something he absolutely won't tolerate.

Which was why when he saw you all over Heeseung, he went livid. To think you would stoop low enough to try and get his best friend into bed with you, just to annoy him was a new kind of low, even for you.

Obviously, he wasn't going to let that slide.

He quickly marched up to you both, before wrapping his hand around your wrist tightly and practically ripping you off him. Before either of you could protest, he dragged you away, pulling you into a random empty classroom, before slamming the door shut and locking it. He turned around to you with a clenched jaw, his anger radiating off him in waves.

"What the actual fuck were you trying to do with him?"

You scoffed, feeling pissed at how he very rudely interrupted you both just before you could convince Heeseung to hook up with you. "What do you think I was trying to do? Pick flowers?"

Jungwon poked the inner side of his cheek with his tongue, before quickly walking towards you, grabbing you by the shoulders and slamming you onto the wall. He pinned your wrists above your head. Leaning towards your face, he gritted out through his teeth.

"Don't get all sarcastic with me princess. You won't like the result of that."

You looked at him, shocked at the turn of events. You glared at him with utmost animosity. "What the fuck?!"

He smirked at your expression, tightening his grip on your wrists. "What happened princess? Not having fun anymore?"

You wanted to rip that smirk right off his face. You struggled in his grasp, trying to free your wrists. "Let go of me you― "

Before you could complete your sentence, he brought one hand to your neck, squeezing it tight enough to restrict your oxygen. He glared at you. "Shut up slut. One more word from you and I'll make sure you'll regret ever crossing paths with me."

You widen your eyes, gulping at his words, a slight shiver running through you. You didn’t want to find out if he would carry out his threat or not. Your neck hurt slightly from the pressure he was putting. Even if he noticed your discomfort, he didn’t care. He continued to glare at you.

“Now, will you answer my question or not?”

You were scared of him at the moment, yes, but that did not mean you were going to give him the satisfaction of having the upper hand over you. So you did what you could do best at the moment. You kept silent.

Obviously, he did not take that nicely. He squeezed your neck harder. “Speak up, slut. Were you trying to get into his pants like the whore you are? Hm? Going that low just to piss me off? For what? Think you will prove something that way?”

You kept silent, opting to glare at him instead. He poked his inner cheek with his tongue, before taking his hand off your neck, using both hands to keep your wrists pinned above your head. He brought his face near yours.

“Since you want to be silent so badly, I’ll make sure you’re screaming for the next couple of hours, till you lose your voice and have no other choice but to be silent.”

Before you could process his words, he shoved his knee between your legs, his thigh coming in direct contact with your clothed core. You gasped in surprise, your legs instinctively trying to close themselves, only to end up pushing his thigh further into you. “Wh-What the fuck?― ”

He let out a dark chuckle, flexing his thigh muscles under you. He leaned down into the crook of your neck, pressing soft, butterfly kisses into your neck. The combined sensation of him kissing your neck while having his thigh right under you was starting to affect you more than you would like to admit. Heat was pooling into your lower region, slick starting to gush out of you, causing your panties to start sticking to your folds uncomfortably. You bit your lip to prevent any moans from escaping, an action that definitely did not go unnoticed by him. He brought his lips near your ear, speaking in a low, raspy tone.

“What happened princess? Thought you weren’t enjoying this? Hm? Were you just putting on an act? Trying to hide that you’re just a whore who would do anything to get into a guy’s pants?”

You frantically shook your head, trying desperately to remove his hold on you. “I- I’m not― ”

He tightened his hold on you. “Not what doll? Not enjoying this? Hm? Are you telling me that you aren’t wet right now? That if I were to slip my hand in between your legs I wouldn’t find you dripping?”

You whimpered, trying to desperately get your hands out of his grip, all your efforts being in vain. He let out a chuckle at your futile attempts, shoving his thigh further into your folds, feeling the wetness starting to seep into his jeans.

He groaned slightly at the feeling, grabbing your waist and lifting you, causing you to let out a startled yelp and grab onto his shoulders tightly. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, causing your chests to collide. He steadied you, before pressing his lips to yours with a new found urgency, kissing you with fervor. He brought one of his hands to your nape, using his thumb to press into the hollow of your neck, causing you to let out a startled gasp. He took the chance and slipped his tongue inside, hungrily swallowing your moans and gasps. The room was filled with the wet smacking of lips and small muffled moans and grunts. It was only when he started to rut against you that you realized what you were doing. Letting out a muffled whine, you tried to push him away by the shoulders. He growled into your mouth, tightening his grip on your waist. He carried you off the wall, before setting you down on the edge of a desk. He stood between your parted thighs, his tight grip on your waist leaving bruises.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this. Not after you were dripping on my thigh a minute ago.”

His voice sent shivers down your spine. Sure you had seen Jungwon mad a lot of times but this? He didn’t look the same as how he normally looked when he was mad. His gaze was dark, his jaw clenched tightly, the veins on his neck being prominent. You gulped, his expression making you want to curl into yourself and shrink away from his gaze. You subtly tried to climb off the desk and get away from him. He immediately noticed the movement, immediately putting his hand on your neck and pushing you down to lie down flat on the desk, your legs hanging from the edge of the desk. You let out a startled gasp, staring at him with wide eyes, your heart hammering against your chest. His expression was downright terrifying, darkened eyes glaring holes into your face, jaw clenched tightly. He pinned your wrists above your head, leaning down to hover over you. You tried to shake off his grasp in vain. Suddenly, he brought one hand down to your stomach, slipping his hand under your shirt and pushing it up, making you let out a gasp. He lightly trailed his fingers over your stomach, bringing them up to your bra. Your breath hitched for a second, before you started to squirm again. “D-Don’t please― ”

He let out a dark chuckle in response. “Don’t want me to continue?” He slipped his fingers under your back, swiftly unhooking your bra, making you let out a loud gasp. The cold air made contact with your breasts, making your nipples harden up almost immediately. He pinched your breast with one hand, pinching and swirling the nipple with one hand, making you let out loud whines, begging him to stop, despite it feeling good. He ignored your pleas, bringing his head down to wrap his mouth around the other nipple, making you let out a loud gasp, your back arching off the desk. He swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, eliciting a loud moan from you, which you quickly tried to cover up with a whine. He smirked slightly, continuing to play with your breasts. Finally, he unlatched his mouth from your nipples, smashing his lips to your own, his tongue immediately pushing into your mouth. You let out a mewl, which he gladly swallowed. He let his hand which was previously fondling your breast travel down, between your legs. He cupped your clothed core, immediately feeling how wet you were, your slick drenching through the fabric and into his hand, making him smirk. He whispered against your lips.

“Look at you princess, your cunt is drooling all over my hand. Thought you didn’t want this? Hm?”

You whined, your hips bucking into his hand unconsciously. He let out a chuckle, his hand working quickly to unfasten the button of your shorts, quickly discarding them. He rubbed his thumb over your clit through your panties, making you whimper. He smirked into the kiss, before slipping your panties off, a string of arousal clinging to it, shoving them into the pocket of his jeans. He ran his finger over your folds, collecting your slick. He broke the kiss, bringing his fingers to his mouth, tasting your slick. He moaned at the taste, before kissing you again, making you taste yourself. He groaned into your mouth.

“See how heavenly you taste love? Can’t believe you have denied me of this for so long. Need to eat you out right now.”

Before you could react, he had moved away from you, promptly gripping you tightly and flipping you on your stomach. He kneeled down in front of your legs, using his tight grip on your thighs to part them. He brought his mouth near your cunt, watching slick gush out. He blew air on it, watching it clench around nothing. He licked a hot stripe over your slit, swirling his tongue around your clit, making your clutch the edge of the desk and let out a whine. He thrust his tongue inside your folds, licking and slurping up your slick, causing more of it to gush out. You let out moans of pleasure, your back arching slightly. He brought a hand to your clit, rubbing on the bundle of nerves with his thumb at a fast pace, the added sensation making you let out choked gasps and whines. You tried to beg him to slow down.

“J-Jungwon pl-please slow down― it‘s too much―”

He ignored your pleas, continuing to fuck his tongue into you while rubbing on your clit. If your slick tasted this good, then how would your cum taste? Only one way to find out. He increased the pace of his assault on your pussy, alternating between sucking your slick out of it and fucking his tongue into it. You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten, causing you to moan louder, clutching the edge of the desk tightly. He could tell by the change of pitch in your voice that you were close, causing him to rub your clit harder and at a faster pace than before. You arched your back, your mouth open in a silent scream as pure ecstasy washed over you, the coil in your stomach finally snapping. Jungwon continued to lap at your cunt like a starved animal, not letting a single drop of your essence go to waste. You tasted way better than he imagined, causing him to continue to lap at your cunt, even as you whined and begged him to stop because of how sensitive you felt. He nuzzled his face into your pussy, addicted to its taste. He continued to eat you out, until you were shaking and crying, as another orgasm crashed over you.

He lapped it all up, before reluctantly unlatching his lips from your pussy. He pressed a kiss on your clit, watching you flinch from the over sensitivity. He pulled you up by the waist, your legs shaking tremendously, pressing your back flush to his chest. He placed a kiss on your bare shoulder, watching you shiver. He pulled your shirt off completely, before turning you around.

“Won’t you help me with my clothes, pretty? It’s only fair after you let me get a taste”

You could barely stand up, your legs shaking terribly. Your knees almost buckled, causing him to quickly grab your waist, steading you. He looked at you expectantly, causing you to bite your lip and look down, avoiding his gaze. You slowly reached your hands towards the end of his shirt, slowly lifting it up. He let go of your waist, lifting his arms up to help you out. You took off his shirt, drinking in the sight of his bare torso. He seemed to be doing the same, marveling at the sight of your bare body, as if he hadn’t just pulled out two quite literally mind blowing orgasms out of you.

You shook the thought off your mind, focusing on the view in front of you, lightly trailing her hand over his well-defined torso, making him let out a small groan. He grabbed your hand, glaring at you. “Just because I gave you the privilege to help me take off my clothes doesn’t mean you get to touch me, not unless I tell you to.”

He pushed your hand off, causing you to almost lose your balance. Noticing him still glaring at you, you slowly sink down to your knees, before slowly raising your hands to the waistband of his pants, sliding them down. Your eyes widened as you stared at his outline through his boxers, nearly salivating at the sight. Just from the outline itself you could tell he was bigger than all the guys you have hooked up with so far. He smirked at your reaction. “If you hurry up, maybe I’ll let you have a taste.”

You didn’t have to be told twice, immediately sliding down his boxers, freeing his length from its confines. It slapped on his stomach, beads of precum sticking to his stomach. You looked up at him, asking him for permission through your eyes, not wanting to piss him off again. He raised his brows at you, motioning with his eyes to his cock. His tip was an angry red, leaking precum, the sight of it making you gulp. You took him in your hands, slowly stroking it.

His reaction was almost instant, as he threw his head back, letting out a low groan. His reaction encouraged you to stroke him faster, before bringing your mouth closer. You kitten licked the tip, before swirling your tongue around it, collecting the precum, savoring its taste. He let out another groan, before bucking his hips, causing you to encase him with your mouth, your eyes widening at the sudden movement. Taking advantage of your moment of shock, he fisted your hair, before shoving his entire length inside your mouth, causing you to gag. 

You immediately latched your hands on his thighs, as he started thrusting in your mouth at a rapid pace, causing you to try your best to relax your jaw fully to accommodate his size completely. He repeatedly pounded into your mouth, causing you to gag and choke around him, your eyes tearing up. He groaned at the sight, fisting your hair. “Finally that slutty mouth of yours is coming into good use.”

You could barely breathe, your face starting to turn red, spit and drool leaking from the corners of your mouth, but he didn't seem to care about that. He kept on thrusting without mercy, bringing his hand that was fisting your hair to grab your face, squeezing your cheeks to make them hollow around his dick. Your tongue brushed on the vein on the underside of his cock, making him let out a guttural moan, before spilling his load into your mouth. He rode out his high, before slowly pulling out, watching the tears run down your cheeks, a mixture of cum and spit leaking down from the corner of your lips. Your chest kept rising and falling, as you tried to catch your breath. He tapped your chin. “Swallow.”

You swallowed, before sticking out your tongue to show him. Smirking at how you stuck out your tongue without having been told to, he parted your head. “Good girl.”

You clenched around nothing at his words, your thighs squeezing together, an action which he certainly did not miss. He chuckled darkly, looking at her with a mocking pout. “So wet just from sucking cock? Such a cockhungry slut, can't go one minute without being filled up one way or the other, can you?”

You became even wetter at his words, you slick starting to form a puddle on the floor below you. He smirked at the sight, giving you a mocking pout. “Look at you baby, making such a mess on the floor. Clean it up baby, go on.”

You blinked furiously at his words. Clean it up…? He was starting to lose the sarcastic pout, his jaw starting to clench the longer you took to move. Not wishing to anger him further, you got off the floor, before leaning down to lick up your slick from it. Your face and neck burned from humiliation, not looking anywhere else, focusing on licking up the slick to appease him. You could hear him moving around, but before you could look up or speak, you felt a harsh tug on your waist. You gasped, feeling him manhandle you onto all fours, ass up, face down. He leaned on your back, bringing his lips to your ear. “Don’t you dare stop licking off the floor, there better not be a trace of your slick on it by the time I’m done. Or else…”

Before you could register his words, you felt something prodding at your entrance, letting out a loud gasp as he entered you in one go, bottoming out almost immediately. He groaned at the feeling of your walls engulfing him.

“Fuck baby, how are you still so tight?”

He gripped your hips tightly, snapping his own to yours without giving you any time to adjust to him, causing you to cry out from the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. Every thrust of his caused you to see stars, your cries, the snapping of his hips to yours and his grunts were the only sounds in the room. He fisted your hair, pushing your head down. “What did I say? Lick up your mess and make it spotless before I’m done with you.”

You tried your best to obey, sticking out your tongue to try and comply- only to end up drooling and making a bigger mess. Groaning at the sight, he wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest. The new angle allowed him to reach deeper, brushing against your cervix with every thrust, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head, tongue lolling out, spit and drool falling from the corner of your mouth, lips parted in a silent scream. He wrapped his hand around your neck, applying enough pressure to cut off your oxygen. Bringing his mouth near your ear, he spoke.

“Dumb fucking whore, can’t even think with a cock inside her- probably wouldn’t care if I bred this slutty pussy, would you? You would like that, wouldn’t you? I can feel you clench around me― fucking slut.”

You let out a moan at his words, the band in your stomach continuing to tighten. A particularly hard thrust finally pushed you to the edge- eyes rolling back, head falling back, mouth hanging open with your tongue lolling out― it was an obscene sight, but to Jungwon you looked more beautiful at that moment than you ever had. He kept pounding into you even as you came, a white ring forming at the base of his cock. It didn’t take long for you to become sensitive after he helped you ride out your high, causing you to squirm. “Jungwon p-please it’s too much I can’t―”

He rolled his eyes, pulling out, before flipping you on your back. Pinning your wrists above your head, he leaned down. “Tell me something darling, do you really think you’re in the position to make demands right now?”

You gulped, staring at him fearfully. He seemed to be getting even more pissed by your silence, judging by his clenched jaw and darkened eye. Suddenly, he let go of your wrists, moving back slightly. Grabbing the calf of your leg, he threw it over his shoulder, before doing the same with the other. He grabbed your hips, before entering you again, causing you to cry out from the oversensitivity. He paid no heed to your cries, picking up his speed, dragging himself across your walls at a tantalizing slow speed, causing you to feel every inch of him, causing you to cry out from the sensation. He grabbed your thighs, before bending them, causing you to almost bend into half, continuing to snap his hips into yours at a bruising pace. Every thrust brushed against your g-spot, causing you to cry out from the oversensitivity. It was painful, but it felt so good at the same time. He felt his cock twitch inside you, immediately bringing one hand to rub your clit furiously, determined to get you off at the same time as he did. The added sensation caused you to arch your back, your eyes rolling back till only the whites were visible.

White hot pleasure washed through you in tidal waves, as he continued to fuck into you, even as your squirt continued to spray on his hand and lower abdomen. He felt you clench around him, giving him the final push to throw his head back and cum, shooting load after load inside you as you shook from the over sensitivity and over stimulation. He rode out his high, staying inside you until his cock became soft and slipped out on its own. He stood up, quickly putting on his clothes. He dug into his backpack and produced a box of wet tissues, using them to clean you up. He helped you put on your clothes, before pulling you to him by the waist.

“Listen to me very carefully princess― you are now mine. If I see you talking with any guy other than me, then that guy will end up dead. Be very careful princess.”

You gulped, before nodding, not wishing to piss him off further. You quickly left the classroom, already devising ways to reject him without seeming like a self-absorbed bitch.