#i told him to move the mic closer too :

[kai-kayo]

🙃

[pdflayn]

Ride Me (954)

Max Verstappen x Reader !

Wherein: It's reader’s day off and a non-race week for Max. Max spends his day streaming and playing with his friends and reader spends her time waiting patiently for Max. But he was taking too long. Warnings: thigh riding bcs thick thighs save lives especially if it's max verstappen’s. praise kink. not sure if there's more.

It was a long day— it's been 2 hours since Max has been streaming with his friends, playing on the simulator non-stop, barely giving you attention. Yes, it's been a long day. You've been bored since the moment you woke up because it was your day off, you had nothing to do and nothing to make you occupied even if Max is there. You've been contemplating on disturbing him but you couldn't do it, the least you've been doing is giving him snacks like a toddler busy playing and all he ever says is ‘thank you’ not even giving you a kiss. You ruffled your hair in frustration and just decided to watch a movie instead, hoping it can cure your boredom. But you were doomed, every scene just kept reminding you of him. You were beyond needy, you're craving for his touch. You've been neglected half of the day and you’ve had enough.

You marched your way to Max’s streaming room, taking a peak and seeing him focused on his game, hearing a few curses from time to time. You even contemplated if you're really going to get inside and get what you want or let him enjoy his time with his friends for a while. But you shaked those thoughts and took a step inside. Max was wearing headphones so he didn't really notice that someone came in until he saw the chat going crazy with comments saying that you were inside the room, you even saw comments where they say you look so pretty which made you blush and smile as you went closer to Max’s gaming chair.

“Hi baby, you okay?” he asked, still focused on his game. You sneak your arms on his neck and place a kiss on his cheek before nodding. He continued on playing and you kept giving him small kisses on his face. You saw the chat going crazy with what you're doing and of course, Max sees them as well. You know how possessive Max can be when it comes to you. “Stop,” he whispers quietly enough so it can't be heard in the stream as he places a hand to block his mic but loud enough for you to hear. You only responded with a chuckle.

“Turn off your camera if you don't want them to see me,” you paused for a bit as you traced a finger on the compression shirt that he was wearing. “if you don't want them to see what we're going to do.” You finished your sentence as you placed another kiss on his cheek. He panicked and immediately turned off his stream when you straddled his lap. “Damn it, woman. Congratulations, you'll be on the headlines soon enough.” Max smirks as he finally gives in. You see, that's the thing, he would always give you what you want. You don't even need to beg for it, but there are times he makes you beg of course. And this is one of those times.

“If you wanted me to fuck you so bad, you could've just told me. No need to put on a show, baby.” He says as he holds your hips, guiding you to grind on his half-hard cock. You bit your lip as you felt a shiver down your spine. The friction between the clothed parts of yours and Max just made you even more needy to his touch. Max places one hand on your nape as he forced you closer, crashing his lips to yours, kissing you feverishly. Your tongues fought for dominance but Max would always win, he is achampion after all. “Max, I need you.. Please.” You whimper in between kisses, making Max smirk. “My baby is so needy. I'm sorry for not giving you and your pretty pussy enough attention today.”

You only hummed as a response, still moving your hips on his now hard cock. You can feel him under his sweatpants, pretty sure soon enough he can feel how wet you are as well. “God, you're so wet already.” Max whispers as he sneaked a hand inside your shorts. You can feel his fingers flipping through your wet folds. His then snaps the waistband of your shorts, asking permission to remove them along with your panties. He slowly took them of, rubbing your thighs from time to time. Teasing the shit out of you.

He placed a kiss on your ear. “Ride my thighs, baby. Make a mess like you always do.” You moaned at his request. Oh how you love to ride those thick thighs of his. It was your favorite thing to do to past time even before.

You fixed your position on his thigh. You naked cunt starting to soak his pants as you start to move your hips back and forth. You moaned as Max held your hips to go faster. “Feeling good baby? You're already so messed up, I haven't even started yet.” You gripped on his shoulder for support as you felt something build up in your stomach. You were reaching your high, your thighs starting to quiver as you clench on nothing. “You're so pretty, baby. You look so perfect.” He says as he kisses you. “Come on baby, let go. Cum on my thighs. Make a fucking mess.”

“Max.. Fuck.. Please..” You tried to form words but most were inaudible as you reached your high just by riding his thigh. “Ah fuck!” you screamed as you felt a wave of pleasure flowing through you. Max showers you with wet and sloppy kisses on your neck as he helps you ride your climax.

“Let's hope my PR team won't be as furious as they were with the car sex extravaganza from before.”

[n3ptoonz]

mk1 hcs: how the earthrealm guys react when you ride them

this broadcast is brought to you by getting inspired from @dirtymortalkombatconfessions tysm for fueling my raunchy mind 🙏🏾 outworld guys here

all the guys here are submissive in these hcs cause i don't see it enough!!! and reader is GN

Smoke

first of all it's his favorite position. nothing he loves more than holding his partner in his arms while they have power over him at the same time

HE. WHIMPERS. A LOT!!!!

CANNOT keep his hands still he's always massaging or caressing some part of your body

begs. he begs. if you stop moving? he will deadass start tearing up and whispering pleas all in your ear

hold his face while you do it. look him in the eyes and give him praise && give him kisses 😔 he's got enough shit from bi han and this the only way he properly relaxes 💔

Raiden

he's not very vocal at first, but he does sigh and grunt a lot

when he's vocal? he's not loud, but curses up a storm. his eyes get all hazy and glossed over too like you gotta tap him back to reality sometimes

he can get handsy but prefers to either keep his hands in place or have them restrained in some way

speaking of which if you do restrain his hands there's a good chance he'll start bucking once he's close and try to pull free. silly goose, we know how to tie knots around here!

if you get really close to his face like holding it or just looking at him he can and will just start mumbling about how good you make him feel/how you're the only one who makes him feel like this

Kung Lao

(turns on self indulgence beam) ahem taps mic is this thing on??

lao is a praise kink BITCH you understand??? and since he's full of himself he for sure will not shy away from whimpering and groaning loud as hell just to hear his own voice

you give him praise and BOOM suddenly it's upturned eyebrows and beads of tears at the corners of his eyes. he will ask you to repeat what you said over and over

once his pride wears out he's a begging mess like smoke. he's super handsy but in the way where he's acting like you're gonna disappear before he nuts. i cracking up at the thought of that

afterwords "did i do good?" or "was i a good boy?" AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHG hey im normal don't give me that look. ALSO PLAY WITH HIS HAIR he's a sucker for it (glad i can say that now he's not bald)(love you mk11 lao i swear)

Kenshi Takahashi

oooo this sensual romantic ass man. sensual romantic ASS man (he likes ass)

he's not a loud guy or it's just rare. his hands aren't gonna go anywhere but your ass though. MAYBE your thighs, but it's always back to ass!

less on whimpering more on grunting but there's occasional cracks in his voice when feels really good. he only full on whimpers if you go fast and gets closer faster from the pace

please for the love of god leave some sort of marks on this man's neck. it drives him CRAZYYYY he'll be cursing like he's never done before especially cause he WILL return the favor

like raiden if you give his face more love especially around his eyes it's up for him you're going to be told how perfect and how good only you can make him feel for the next 72 hours

Johnny Cage

BRAT. he's a brat. Johnny John Carlton Cage is a B R A T

you will have to physically shut him up and that was his mission accomplished. don't let his hands be free either cause he'll keep trying to take control (and keep failing every single time)(again, this was allll part of the plan)

when he's completely helpless at your disposal...bottom bitch alert! whiny whimpering grunting sighing giggling you name it CENTRAL. he the type to whine about being restricted when it was literally his own idea in the first place

he's a praise kink bitch too i mean come on THE johnny cage ik you weren't expecting otherwise. tell him he's a good boy but also call him your bitch oh how he loves it

and by the way... record. everything. he'll watch those tapes back like they're old school vhs memories

Liu Kang

how you got a god to submit to you is beyond anyone's belief. but who cares?! drain that mf (balls)

he absolutely positively loves loves LOVES eye contact. you look him in the eyes long enough it's like your souls are fuckin too (literally that scene with him and titan kitana except you're looking down at him everybodyshutthefuckup)

give him a bunch of kisses pls pls pls he craves it he adores it CARNALLY. very very handsy man there's no part of you that goes untouched.

he's too calm to be loud but he does grunt and will have dragged out moans that result in a higher pitched tone

surprise, even a god could use some praise every now and then!!! he blushes the most whenever you call him perfect or tell him he's doing great even with all that's on his plate on the daily <3

Sub Zero

this stubborn fucker. just pull his hair and give him the same look he gives everybody and he's all yours cause then he'll look like this (i cannot stop referring to this picture)

in the privacy of your shared room (idc if this is ooc this is tumblr god damn it) he's a stuttering mess and cannot keep his hands off your hips and thighs for anything so prepare for those areas to have frostbite

there are times where his hands slide up your back when he's close, and by this time his furrowed brows and sharp gaze are completely gone. he's looking up at you like you've descended just to give him the ride of his life (bc you did obviously)

if he whimpers it's raspy and deep. he generally grunts and groans and a lot of profane language coming from them lips

however comma it's rare he'll shudder and whine like a lil bitch if he can't touch you oooo and he's a bucker too

Scorpion

last but certainly not least this sexy mf. i fully fully believe that he would not hesitate to submit to someone he's in love with (you hahaha)

you don't even need to pull his hair just glide your fingers through it he's set for life. he sighs and just smiles, you're so good to him

he's not very vocal but he certainly whines and has shallower breaths when he's close. when he looks up at you he has to try his hardest not to bust right there cause damnnn you fine as hail

thigh man thigh man thigh man. oh, did i say thigh man? i meant to say HE'S A THIGH MAN. and neck, like kenshi don't even think about getting up off of him without a bunch of marks on his neck and shoulders if ya feelin freekie

if you pull his hair he will cum. and you heard that from me.

ask box is open! <3

[yuyusboyfriend]

Good Boy ✧.

roommate!yunho drives me crazy bro...

pairing: roommate!yunho x gn!reader

wordcount: 1,7k

content: helping your roommate with a hard problem...

warnings: nsfw, pet names (tiny, baby, good boy), handjob, cum eating, dirty talk (?), lots of praise, sub!yunho dom!reader (lmk if I missed anything)

comments and reblogs appreciated <3

masterlist!˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

When you usually walk through the door after a long day of classes, you'd hear your roommate, yunho, crashing around in the kitchen cooking up something for you both to eat once you got home. Sometimes he would be in his room playing valorant, shouting down the mic to his friend group telling mingi to step up his game -

Tonight? There's no noise. Atleast that's what it seemed like, until you hear a sniffle coming from the corridor as you place your shoes by the door. "is....is he crying?" you whisper to yourself as if the house was going to answer back. As you drop your bag on the counter and take small steps towards your roommates room, all you hear is shuffling, followed by the squeaks of a bedframe.

"No....is someone here with him?", your heart sank at the thought. Not that you had shared this with anyone but your close friend, woo, but some time after yunho moved in, you started having....dreams... about him. At first they were innocent, like playing games and having movie nights, but after the first few you noticed they became more...sexual. The first night you jumped in horror, filled head to toe with guilt and a hotter feeling you couldn't put into words, but grateful that your yelp didn't wake up the boy on the other side of the wall. When he stroked your arm that morning, a normal gesture between the two of you (at least usually), you jumped out of your skin and flinched away from him.

"You okay, tiny?" concern in his voice hitting your ears mixing with the guilt in your head.

"Sorry, yeah im good, just no sleep", you pulled your best fake smile despite all the questions running through your head; why the skin on your arm where yunhos hand formerly was feel like it was burning up? Why was your heart racing so fast? Why did the droplets on yunho's face and neck from the reminence of his shower make your throat feel like the Sahara desert?

"Were you up playing ac with seonghwa again? I told him to not keep you up late anymore, I'm gonna message him aga-"

"It's okay, yunho, seonghwa was probably fast asleep, it was just too....cold", You cut his worrying off with the lamest excuse you could think of. After that encounter, every touch yunho initiated, every time he jumped into your bed when he was bored, or wrapped his arms around you when he put his hoodie on you, made your whole body heat like you had swallowed the sun. You wondered if he did it on purpose, if he knew the control he had over your heart rate....

..."I guess not." You held back an aching tear at the prospect of yunho having someone on his bed that wasn't you. You silently begged the stars that it wasn't the case as you creeped closer to his room. one step. Two steps. You noticed the door was cracked open. three steps.

"y/n please.."

What? did he just say y/n? you stop just short of his door to process what you just heard. Were you hallucinating? was the stress of school and your crush finally getting to your head to the point you think you heard yunho say-

"fuck, y/n please." he says again, this time a litre of desperation in his gravelly voice apparent. He was practically panting out your name in what sounded like frustration, his breaths shaky and uneven.

You took another step forward, finally standing in his doorframe to add a visual to what you've been hearing. Holy fuck.

Yunho splayed out on his bed gripping the sheets with one hand and furiously rocking his hips into the other. His hoodie, once held between his teeth, now pathetically shifting over his sensitive skin making him harder, if it was even possible.

His tip looked red and angry to say the least, his skin was glistening from sweat and he could barely keep his eyes open. How long had he been at this for?

You realise you've been standing here, perving over your unknowing roommate, but as you attempt to step away from the scene of the crime to try and forget what you've witnessed (even though you know this will fuel your dreams for the next month) you felt your keys slip out of your previously suffocating grip.

With a loud clash, no thanks to your 80 keychains, you let out a panicked squeak and yunho jumped to cover himself on the bed at the noise, till he realises what just happened.

"Y/n it's not- I'm-" he tries to get the words out but after his body had been working in overdrive, nothing made sense.

"Sorry yunho, I didn't see anything!" you yelped out as you tried to turn around and run to your own room, but a firm grip on your arm turns you back to yunho.

He was disheveled and had barely managed to put himself back into his sweatpants, the friction excruciating on his aching tip. God, he looked angelic, his hood still over his head covering his sweat drenched hair, and overshadowing the deep red on his cheeks and ears. His eyes darting to look everywhere but yours, eventually settling on your lips.

"y/n...I need... please help me." he whispered while rubbing circles into your arm, scared for your answer.

"sit." Your shaky voice betraying your attempt at being assertive. Nonetheless, yunho walks backward till he falls back, you following in tow.

He's already whimpering at you sitting down and straddling one of his legs as you start to pull his grey sweats down just enough once again.

"god.." You think. He looked big before when he was stroking himself, and you always suspected he was packing by the indent in his towel after showers, but seeing it up close was a game changer.

"think about my size later y/n, please it hurts.." He whimpers out, making you realise you had said it out loud. Putting your embarrasment aside, you brush your thumb down the underside of his dick till you reach the base, where you wrap your whole hand (barely, his girth was just as impressive) and squeeze a little, testing the waters. He cried out in pleasure from your touch, begging for more, and rutting his hips up best he can - in the process giving you some friction making your mind a little fuzzy.

You worked your hand up and down his angry cock turning him into a blubbering mess. Yunho was so overwhelmed by the sensations his brain had short-circuited and all he could blubber out between was "baby please", "y/n fuck, ah", "tiny nnghh".

"am I making you feel good, yuyu?" you asked with a sultry voice and hooded eyes. You could die a happy person right now if this is the last thing you see. God, yunho was in such state, sticky glistening skin looking edible.

"Yuyu. Answer me baby, or I'll stop." You teased, not even sure you'd be able to stop if you tried.

"baby yes yes please god fuck tiny im so close." He huffed out while vigorously nodding his head. What a sweet boy - too bad you couldn't help teasing him a little more. You slowed down the pace making him whine and cry out a symphony of pleads. Music to your ears, you don't know how you lived your whole life without this.

"please tiny, I'll be good please, let me cum" he cried, his voice breaking.

"you sound so pretty like this yuyu... you're such a good boy." His dick leaked precum and twitched in your palm at the pet names, something you'd keep in mind for a later date. You sped your pace back up again and started nibbling on his burning earlobe, making him cry out whatever was coming to his fucked out brain.

"I'm your good boy ah, tiny, please-" and another string of curses and whimpers. You could tell by his tightening grip on you that he was close. He could feel the knot in his stomach getting tighter, ready to snap.

"be a good boy and cum for me, yuyu."

Thats all it took for his whole body to tense up, cum spurting out of his cock in ropes, reaching your face and soaking your hand. He slumped against your shoulder from exhaustion and euphoria as you pumped your hand around him once more, letting him ride out his high.

"y/n," Yunho shot his head up with a sorry expression now that the brain fog had cleared. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to drag you into thi-" before he could finish, you distracted his train of thought by wiping the cum off of your cheek, and experimentally licking the tip of your finger. A little salty but surprisingly sweet? Before giving him a peck on the cheek to see where his head was at.

He watched in awe as you put his cum on the tip of your tongue, nearly eliciting a second orgasm from him just at the sight. When you pulled away from his cheek a dark blush covered his ears and face, and his round eyes filled with shock that you didn't hate him after that, guilt fading with every millisecond.

His eyes locked with your plump lips before pulling you in to join his. Your mouths molded together as though they were made for eachother, and you swiped your tongue along his bottom lip asking for access. Of course he slipped his tongue into your mouth and kissed you like a starved man, biting your lip and caressing your jaw. After minutes of claiming his mouth you finally broke away for air.

with a glint in your eye looking into his, "So, how you going to repay me yuyu?"

my first fic 😭😭😭 this was suppose to just be drabble but man ....... I love yunho

this isn't proofread or anything so sorry for any mistakes❤️‍🩹

[blackhairedjjun]

ghosting - c.bg

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn reader | genre / tropes: angst with a happy ending, some misunderstanding, friends to lovers | word count: 683 | warnings: fighting / arguing, one (1) f word

part of my 300 followers event (event masterlist)

prompt - HEAT: while engaged in a passionate argument with one another, sender, in the heat of the moment, blurts out “i love you!” to the receiver. think of like, that glorious trope where people have a huge argument and then suddenly sb drops the mic with “because i’m in love with you!” and silences the other person. u know the trope! (requested by @my313)

author's notes: hello evie! this is such a delightfully dramatic trope and honestly i'd love more opportunities to write for beomgyu hehe, so i'm glad you sent this in! i hope you enjoy!

“come on, y/n! i never took you for the ghosting type!”

beomgyu sounds more pained than angry when he yells at you. his voice is strained, and you can practically hear the sob caught in his throat in between words. it’s too much for you to bear, so you screw your eyes shut and force yourself to look away from him.

if you look straight at him and see his eyes about to well with tears, you won’t be able to take it.

“i’m not trying to ghost you!” you say, voice shaking. “i just think一 we’ve gotten too dependent一 fuck, is it unreasonable for me to ask for more space?!”

“but you never asked, y/n.” beomgyu’s lip quivers. “you never asked for more space! if you asked i would have given you space. but you just... left!”

“i didn’t just leave! i told you every time, i don’t want to go out and keep seeing you!”

you turn to look at him 一 big mistake. tears are starting to spill down beomgyu’s cheeks, and you can feel your own starting to sting at the corner of your eyes.

“but why?! why do you want to stop seeing me?! did i do anything wrong? why won’t you...”

he lets the question trail off. he stumbles to the wall, leaning on it for support, his gaze at the floor as he tries to hide his tears.

exhaustion hits you and you fall to the floor yourself, ending up seated with your legs folded underneath you.

part of you didn’t want to distance yourself from him. when your long-time best friend started showering you with affection 一 sticking even closer to you at hangouts, giving you little gifts, playing songs for you on his guitar 一 you welcomed the change, and you found your heart beating faster around him. but a strange nervousness started to wrap itself around you, and questions swarmed your thoughts: was beomgyu always like this? did you always feel this way about him? what did it all mean for your friendship?

the questions were too much, and you did the first thing that came to mind: you ran away and shut him out.

now you face the consequences for it. beomgyu leans against the wall of your apartment trying not to fall apart, and you are weighed down on the floor, the questions ringing too loudly in your mind for you to ignore.

he raises his voice again. “wh-what are you so scared of, y/n? why are you so scared of me now?”

“i’m scared that i’m in love with you!”

your hand clasps against your mouth right after the words spill out. you’re trembling. the questions change into emotions: shame, fear, uncertainty. they weight down on you so heavily that you can’t lift your body to stand up.

nice going, you think. i ruined everything.

beomgyu crawls over to you and clasps your hands in his trembling ones. your eyes meet, and by some miracle you don’t feel like crying.

“are... are you crazy?” he says.

“i...”

“i’m in love with you, y/n. all the gifts... the songs...”

“i know. i just... i didn’t know how to handle it一”

beomgyu moves even closer to you, your hands still in his. both of you are trembling too much but you can tell that a new energy has taken over him, from the way his eyes shine.

“why did you run away?”

“i...” you bite your lip. “i don’t know how to love you, gyu...”

he lets out a long, breathy laugh, and the tension in the room evaporates. “honestly, i don’t know how to love you either.”

“i’m sorry, gyu... i’m so, so sorry... i shouldn’t...”

his arms are around you and you breathe in his familiar scent. your heartbeat starts to slow, and the world stops spinning; in his arms, the puzzle pieces of your emotions start to fall into place.

“can we work on this together?” he whispers.

you nod with your head in his chest, and he runs a hand through your hair.

“together.”

[her-favorite]

CONNECTION; M. STURNIOLO

MATT STURNIOLO X F!READER

warnings: fluff!! nothing, really

a/n: SOULMATE AU (though i don’t think i did it right)!! i’ve never actually wrote one of these before so i’m sorry for how bad this is lmao - Requested by this anon!!

wc: 1,580 - If you see this anon, i’m so sorry for how short it is! I honestly couldn’t think of much writing this 😭

SYNOPSIS: Making an impulsive decision to buy tickets to your favorite youtuber’s tour, you were more than surprised with the connection you felt with one of them..

-

The decision was spontaneous, but you don’t regret it for a second.

You’ve been a fan of the Sturniolo’s for a while now and you just so happen to get paid that day. As the sun disappeared and the moon took its place, you sat in bed and scrolled through your laptop. Without thinking, you managed to make your way to their website, looking through their stuff.

With a quick inhale, your finger hovered over the mousepad before clicking on the finale button, assuring you of your purchase.

As days went by, the date came closer and closer. You’d by lying if you said you weren’t nervous, but the excitement of the situation was building as well. Thankfully, the days ahead were quite packed, so you hoped they would go by faster.

Once the night before you left came, you lied in bed, going through every situation you could possibly think of. You hadn’t had enough altogether to pay for the meet and greet, but you were more than happy being able to see them on stage. Falling asleep that night was practically impossible.

A couple exhausting hours later, you’re finally in line at the event and waiting for it to start. Filling in to the vast space in front of the stage, you feel the nerves inside your stomach tighten. Squished between a sea of people, you try not to focus on it as minutes pass by.

Screaming fills your ears as the three brothers walk out from the side, waving at the crowd. Sporting a blue shirt, you couldn’t help the smile that overcame your face when Matt moves towards the center. His sweet smile mesmerizing you as your eyes raked over his outfit: the short, black Ransom shirt he wore with a big skull on the front, paired with light blue jeans that hugged him perfectly.

Eventually, the yelling died down as Nick began talking, explaining the rules of the games. Taking glances back over at his younger brother, you can’t help but be entranced with the way he does anything. Before you could look away, Matt’s eyes drift along the crowd, stopping at you. Feeling your breath hitch, you froze in your spot, too nervous to break eye contact with him.

You could very well be looking too much into it, but you could’ve sworn that you both felt something. His blue eyes bore into yours as seconds went by, a small curve to his lips now. Unlike him, Matt sends you a quick wink before trying to focus on what his older brother was saying. Had you told anyone what just happened, they would’ve said you were lying. Exhaling softly, you can’t fight off the recurring smile on your lips.

Minutes go by as the triplets converse and the audience watches. Having paid so much attention to Matt, you try to put the small interaction to the back of your mind and watch the brothers talk. By the time they were supposed to pick someone from the crowd to help them, you only hoped that Matt would pick you. You knew it was a long shot and that short exchange was probably just to tease you. But when Matt focuses on you, his finger pointed in your direction, you’re sure you’re not dreaming.

Hesitant at first, Matt notices and mutters in to the mic, “C’mon, I don’t bite.” With scattered laughs from the crowd, you smile and make your way over to the stairs, accepting Matt’s outstretched hand. As he guides you over to the opposite side, he’s yet to take his hand away from you as you stand right beside him. Nick goes on to explain more about the game topic, using extravagant hand gestures and his enthusiastic attitude that makes everyone crack a smile.

“Our turn.” A low whisper brushes past your ear, catching you off guard. You quickly look over at him as Matt smiles down at you, taking his hand away from you and politely letting you walk before him. You felt crazy for thinking about how gorgeous he looked right now, with his pretty blue eyes and his perfect pink lips and his slightly messy brown hair.

Nodding softly, you move forward, feeling his presence follow behind you. Nervousness quickly turned into enjoyment as you had your fun with the triplets, as each of you and the other two people from the crowd playfully compete against the other.

Once the battle was over and as soon as you were about to walk back into the audience, Matt rests his hand gently against your back. Turning your head, you look over at him, just barely hidden behind the curtain on the side of the stage.

“Hey, I, uh,” he clears his throat, taking a swift glance at his shoes before looking back up at you. “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to talk after the show?” He asks, shifting his weight to his other foot nervously.

Before you could even process what he asked you, you felt yourself nodding. “Yeah, I’d love to.” You hear the words escape your mouth before you think them. Did he feel it too?

A smile takes over his lips as he nods subconsciously. “Cool. Um, I’ll meet you outside a couple minutes after?” A light pink hue tints his pale cheeks, just barely visible in the dark lighting behind the curtain. His smile is sickeningly sweet as it almost makes you melt. Nodding in response, Matt’s smile gets wider as he tries to play it off. “Alright, cool.” He mumbles, sending you a cute smile before letting you walk back into the crowd of people.

Did Matt Sturniolo actually just ask you to meet up with him later?

-

As the show wrapped up, Nick ended up winning. With playful protests from his brothers, Nick rubs the win in their face, even though he was in last place. Bidding everyone a good night and sweet words, the three leave the stage with waves and smiles.

Since your conversation with Matt, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t just been staring at him the entire time. As he was just about to step behind the dark red curtain, his eyes gaze over to yours, his smile growing wider.

Fast forward a few minutes, you stood outside the building, the night chill making goosebumps form on your skin. Pulling out your phone to check the time, you sigh as you put it back in your pocket. Just as you hit the 15 minute mark in the cold weather, you decide it’d probably be better to head back inside and warm up.

As you turn on your heels, making your way down the sidewalk, you hear someone behind you. “Hey, wait!” Turning around immediately, you watch Matt jog over to you, stopping you in your tracks. “I’m so sorry I kept you out here waiting. Chris wouldn’t stop playing music way too loud in the back room and Nick kept trying to get him to shut it off,” Matt rambles, oblivious to the soft smile on your face.

“Matt,” your voice cuts him out of his anxious blithering, moving his eyes up from the ground to look at you. “It’s okay, I promise.” You smile, letting out an airy laugh. You noticed Matt relax, his shoulders calming as he softens at the sound of your voice.

“You have to be cold,” he breaks the silence, noticing the slight shiver rake through you. His eyes smooth over your body, the light material of your shirt and jacket not doing much to protect you from the chill outside.

You shrug lightly, not agreeing nor disagreeing with his words. His sudden movements catch you off guard as you watch him begin to take off his own jacket. “Oh, Matt, I don’t need-“

“You’re gonna get sick if you don’t take it.” He says, though there’s no room for an argument as he drapes his heavy coat around your shoulders. “You look pretty in my stuff.” Matt whispers, smoothing his hands over your covered arms before pulling back as the same blush as before resurfaces.

Smiling at the compliment, you thank him. It was clear neither of you really knew what to do. How could you not be nervous in front of him? And how could Matt not be nervous in front of you?

“I was-“

“When I-“

You both stop, looking over at each other before laughing. “You go first.” You insist, reassuring him once he denies.

“Uh, when I was talking to you inside,” his hand reaches up to scratch the nape of his neck. “I hadn’t really thought it through when I asked to meet you out here. I just really wanted to talk to you.” Matt confesses, moving his hands down into the pockets of his jeans. His words bring an even bigger smile to your face as you laugh softly.

“Honestly, I spent the entire time I waited out here trying to think of what to say, but I couldn’t think of anything.” You reply, joining in when you hear him chuckle. Taking a deep breath, you put out your hand, “I’m Y/N.” You knew he knew your name when you told him earlier, but he seemed to catch on as you both reintroduced yourselves.

“Matt.” He shakes your hand with a pretty smile, his bigger hand slightly rougher against yours. “C’mon, why don’t we take a walk?”

You knew you wouldn’t regret buying those tickets.

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💚~ hi!! this is my first fic in so long, im so sorry for disappearing for almost two months ... idk I've been at a loss for motivation for a while. happy new years i guess😭. but it's a story based off of @a-hazbin-reader recent headcanons about alastor (first hazbin hotel writing!! exciting !!) i happened to come across it and immediately saw a fic idea finally. all credits to them and the person who requested the original writing (hope they see this too lololol) !!! also yes my anime writings will also return so yayy im officially back!!

heads up this is super long it's like 15 pages cause ya girl got a little carried away 😅 i hope you all enjoy and reqs are open for all!

🌲❦(๑˙❥˙๑)~ mentions of violence , abuse, bit of blood, alcohol, language, lewd language a little bit at the start, fem!reader

alastor x fem!reader

"Angel. Are you able to draw absolutely anything else?"

The aforementioned spider demon stared straight at Charlie with his brow arched and a shit-eating smirk on his lips. Beside his face he haughtily held up a sheet of paper with one of four hands, a drawing depicting nothing other than a giant penis.

"Nope." He popped the "p."

The hotel residents and employees, including Angel, Husk, Vaggie, Nifty, you, and Alastor were doing Charlie's usual scheduled feel-good activity. The devil's daughter had given out paper and pencils, gathered everyone in a circle and told everyone to draw something that made them happy. And of course Angel Dust, lewd as always, had spent a frankly concerning amount of time drawing the member currently on display on his paper.

Everyone just stared at the drawing in silence. Examining it while Angel continued to hold it up with not an ounce of shame on his face.

"Why is it... anatomically correct?" you finally questioned, tilting your head and squinting at the piece.

Vaggie, sitting beside her girlfriend, let out an exasperated groan, looking from the drawing to Angel with undisguised revulsion. "Angel Dust. First you drew pills, then you drew a liquor bottle, and for the last three goddamn turns we've given you, you've drawn a dick. Come on. Are you even trying-"

"Whadd'ya mean?" Angel asked innocently. "Charlie said to draw somethin' that makes me happy. Dicks make me happy. And as a worker here, you shouldn't be judgin' me," the porn star added smugly, making Vaggie let out an impatient growl.

Business as usual in the Hazbin Hotel.

"Well, I mean, you can't really say he didn't try," Husk deadpanned in a gravelly voice. "I mean, look at the vein-"

Ding dong!

"Oh, wow, hey, someone's at the door!" You'd never seen anyone move as fast as Charlie in that moment, and Vaggie was in close pursuit. In a split second, Nifty's tiny frame was flying after them both.

"Someone's at the door!" Nifty repeated in a high-pitched voice.

"Right. While they're distracted, I need a damn dick- fuck. Drink," Husk snapped, rising from his place on the floor. Angel immediately started laughing while Husk wasted no time lighting into him. "Shut up. You and your fucking anatomically correct dick got into my head," you could hear Husk snarl while Angel's taunting laughs never ceased as they headed off to the bar.

With those two gone, it was just you sitting in the circle, blinking. "Right," you murmured, standing up and dusting yourself off.

"Well, my dear? What did you draw?" came the oh-so-familiar drone of the Radio Demon's voice from the corner of the room. You couldn't help the smile that spread across your lips at the sound of it, and glanced up to see Alastor standing with his trusty mic stand, beckoning you to come closer. Of course, you obliged.

You scoffed a little, smile turned slightly sarcastic. "Well... I was going to draw you, but Angel suddenly became the Picasso of Penises and I didn't get around to it."

Alastor laughed good-naturedly, wrapping an arm around your waist and planting a gentle kiss on your head. "Ah, always the sentimental one, aren't you, my dear? Well, no matter. It's the thought that counts."

Your smile turned genuine again at his gesture and Alastor noticed. "There's that smile, sweetheart. Now, if you'd just keep it on your face at all times without fail, we could be quite the formidable pair."

You kissed your teeth with mock exasperation and lightly shoved Alastor away. "Oh, here you go again. And I thought we were having a moment. Alastor, my face just cannot stay like yours for that long-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Charlie came rushing back into the room, her sudden entrance startling you a little. She made her way up to you and Alastor. "Hey, um, Y/N? There's a woman at the door who says she's looking for you. She seems really upset."

Your face wrinkled in confusion. Someone looking for you? You weren't friends with anyone really outside the Hotel and those affiliated with it, so you had no clue who would be searching for you. You glanced at Charlie with a "What's going on?" look and with some reluctance pulled away from your boyfriend's grip to follow her.

As you neared the lobby, you heard a distressed-sounding voice in the door, and confusion growing you walked a little faster to the entrance. But before you could even register who the visitor was, she'd thrown her arms around you, fingernails digging painfully into your skin. But the stench of her familiar perfume wafting unwelcomed into your nose, into your mouth, smothering you and strangling you let you know the identity of this woman without even having to see her face.

You instantly stiffened, limbs suddenly like metal rods, not at all softening into her embrace. Your eyes went wide and you could feel your pulse speeding up.

"Mother?"

"My love! Oh, my precious girl!" she cried, pulling out of that suffocating hug for a moment to cup your cheeks in her cold hands, hands that no matter how gently they touched you their touch would always sting. She peered into your eyes with watery ones of her own, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I missed you so, my dear. This is where you've been hiding? I was so dreadfully worried!" Her eyes, always scrutinizing, ran up and down your figure in the way that made you want to tear the flesh from your bones.

"Oh, and I was worried you were starving somewhere. You were such a frail, skinny thing before on Earth. It's a great relief to see you've put some weight on your bones."

And the first stone was thrown.

"Mother." It was the only word you could seem to utter, fighting the urge to throw up, bile collecting in your throat. Her voice was like a slap to the face, and it was only your mother's grip that kept you from actually staggering backward. And how the others were just staring, awed, at the scene, Charlie's eyes sparkling with tears, Vaggie with a hand on her shoulder and a knowing smile, Angel and Husk watching contentedly from a distance, and Nifty clinging to Alastor who was smiling as usual. God, if you didn't vomit right fucking now, you'd be surprised. But you knew what they all saw in their clouded vision- a heartfelt reunion between mother and daughter. But really? It more closely resembled a predator at last capturing its prey.

You really couldn't hear what she was saying over the pounding in your head, but somehow you were in her arms again, and she was fawning and cooing over you like you were a child, showering you with kisses that burned like molten iron and rocking you back and forth. Always she loved to put on a show, loved being the center of attention.

It made you sick.

You managed to come out of your stupor long enough to shove your wailing mother away, unfazed by her crocodile tears. It was like waking up from a haze. She stumbled back slightly, and you backed away, your entire demeanor hardening. Your tone was flat when you spoke.

"What are you doing here?"

You apparently weren't doing that clean a job of masking your emotions, because the venom in your voice caught even you off guard. Your mother looked hurt- that act wasn't new to you, either- and your friends and partner surrounding you shot you disapproving and mildly disgusted looks that clearly wondered why you were being so cold to your own mother. You dropped your eyes to avoid the accusing stares, unable to slow your breathing and fighting the desire to lash out. Charlie looked bewildered and hurt, Angel Dust arched a brow, Husk appeared disapproving and Vaggie’s venomous expression said everything she wanted it to. How dare they look at you like you were the bad guy without knowing shit! She couldn't care less if you lived or died. She was here because she wanted something, and nothing more. Perhaps she heard about your role in the extermination of the Extermination and wanted a piece of the popularity you'd recently found yourself gaining. Or she came because she was probably destitute, the frivolous bitch, and wanted to suck up to either you or the powerful people you were now associated with. Whatever it was, you didn't care. You wanted her gone.

But it was clear she had no intention of leaving.

"All this time, and not one visit. And she never calls," your mother moaned in anguish, now addressing her new audience. "Perhaps I wouldn't have to track you down like a bloodhound if you would just come see your poor mother every once in a while." Her voice was overflowing with hurt and heartbreak you just could feel wasn't genuine. Before you knew it, she had broken down into sobs again, and you could only stand there stiffly, rage boiling, while the always empathetic Charlie moved to comfort the woman, rubbing her back soothingly while she sent Nifty off to get her tissues for her tears. The dirty look Vaggie shot you- "How cruel of you to do this to your innocent mother,” it said- sent heat rushing straight to your chest. Jesus fucking Christ, how could they fall for this shit? Your stomach twisted again, and this time you actually did nearly puke, suppressing a dry heave.

You did not pay any mind to your mother's display- you refused to give her the satisfaction. You turned in the opposite direction, arms folded, nails digging into your skin hard. You felt nothing seeing her cry but bitterness and icy detachment.

"I don't want to see you-"

"Well, now- who do we have here?"

Alastor appeared from the shadows with his sharp-toothed grin, glancing at you first and then your weeping mother. Before you could stifle it, a rush of hope surged through you- if anybody could get this infernal woman to leave, it would be Alastor. You turned towards him, hoping he would see how distressed you were- he was typically fairly perceptive when it came to you and your feelings. But alas, your mother caught his attention first, peering up at the Radio Demon standing over her with teary eyes and wet cheeks, a piteous expression on her face.

"The Radio Demon? Oh, well, a being like you mustn't worry about who I am. I'm just- a poor mother come to visit her daughter. But she... doesn't seem to want to see me." She sighed in a melancholy manner and slowly unburied her face from the tissue she'd been holding. "I suppose I will simply see myself out."

"Oh, nonsense. Y/N's mother, are you? I absolutely cannot allow you to remain on the streets. I insist that you stay." Alastor extended a hand out to your mother, his maniacal smile gone suspiciously gentle. It was disgustingly familiar; it was the smile he reserved normally just for you. "As... abrasive as your daughter may seem at the moment"- you felt him cast a look over at your back turned to him- "I'm sure she wouldn't want you suffering like this. Please, you're welcome to remain here."

You wanted to cry when he said this- could he really not see who this woman was? Did he really think you were just being testy? And when your mother took his hand and held it for much too long, you could take it no longer. And as everyone crowded your mother, showering her with welcomes and greetings and kindness, you pushed past everybody and walked straight out of the hotel doors, the last thing you saw being the tauntingly smug smirk on your mother's face before you slammed the doors behind you.

When you returned to the hotel, drunk, night had fallen. You hadn't seen any of your hotel mates since you'd left, and as far as you knew nobody went after you after your abrupt exit. Who the hell cared about that now, though? You'd talk to them about your deranged mother when you got inside, without her presence. Perhaps Alastor had just been being nice when he told her she could stay, and they hadn't actually been blind to why you were acting the way you were. Maybe they were just being supportive of a guest when they saw you acting out of the ordinary, knowing you usually were never snappy and stony, and still took her side. Maybe so.

You wished you hadn't had so much to drink.The pounding in your head was worse than when your mother had shown up earlier and your eyelids felt heavy. You had tripped a minimum of ten times on the way back and almost let two thugs take you in their car with them. You hated being drunk, but your mother you hated more.

With unsteady hands you pushed open the doors of the Hazbin Hotel, vision blurring a little. You weren't amazing with alcohol, and again, being drunk wasn't your favorite thing. But the moment you entered, you realized you weren't nearly drunk enough.

In the lobby sat your boyfriend, Alastor, enjoying a cup of tea with none other than your mother. The two were laughing together, which incensed you enough, but what made you wish you'd just blacked out at that bar was when you caught sight of your mother's hand on top of Alastor's as they shared a laugh over God knows what.

It didn't take long for the two to notice you in the doorway, a turbulent, unreadable expression on your face, standing as still as a statue as you took in the scene. Your mother turned to you and smiled, waving the hand with the cup of tea in it.

"Why, darling, we hadn't realized you left! Alastor is quite a charming gentleman. We were just having a moment." She slipped her hand from on top of his with a slightly mischievous smile.

Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing. You had no fucking clue how, but somehow your mother had discovered that Alastor and you were an item. She wasn't sitting here with anyone else but Alastor, drinking tea with him, laughing with him, holding his hand. And she was wearing makeup she hadn’t had on when she’d first come in the hotel- red painted on her lips, blush dotted on her cheeks and glitter on her eyelids in a display clearly meant to make an impression on Alastor and Alastor alone. It wouldn’t be the first time she'd gone after one of your partners, but it angered you no less- it was like the woman wanted to take your place somehow.

Alastor turned to you as well with a smile, but when he saw the look in your eyes, his brow furrowed ever so slightly. However, he made no comment at your slightly disheveled appearance and picked up his expression once more. 

“Why, hello, my dear. Your lovely mother was just telling me about her life before you,” Alastor enthused. “A lively woman she was! I’ve heard story after exciting story. Quite a wild one, indeed- rather unlike you, sweetheart.”

You gave Alastor what could only be described as what is called ‘the thousand-yard stare,’ expression flat, not knowing really what to say to that. Despite the fact that you were in a bit of a daze still, either from the alcohol or the fact that your mother was on a date with your boyfriend, the haughty, self-superior expression on your mother’s face was not lost on you. Nor were the cow eyes she was giving him, or how when Alastor reached for the teapot to refill his cup her hand was conveniently already on the dish, lingering beneath his for what felt like hours.

She turned to Alastor, looking up at him with that sickly sweet, beaming grin of hers that she always plastered on her face when she was really about to lay it on. “I’m still wild if you ever care to find out,” she purred, batting her lashes at Alastor with an unmistakable air of seduction. 

Before you could even register it, you heard yourself saying, “Get out.”

Both your mother and Alastor turned to face you, your mother’s face having dropped and Alastor’s eyes piercing into yours. 

“What?” your mother asked, looking at you with wide, glassy eyes. You truly saw red for a moment, knowing damn well those tears were as false as Angel’s lashes, and the twitching in your muscles to just lash out was almost painfully difficult to stifle. Alastor’s smile wavered a little as his eyes darted from you to your blubbering mother, who had already started her shit.

You advanced forward, your stride making your mother jump and Alastor stand, and without hesitation tore her hand from Alastor’s, yanking her arm with force that momentarily startled even you. She was pulled from her chair and forced to stand up. 

Her voice full of anguish, she pleaded, “Baby girl, what did I do wrong?” However, unmoved by her over-the-top performance, you’d already started dragging her out, not bothering to respond to her or explain why you were throwing her out. She already knew; you could see past the tears and wails and her struggles to pull away from you. Fueled by fury, distress and the afterbuzz of the alcohol, you hauled your protesting mother out of the hotel, pitilessly leaving her outside in the dark, and forcefully slammed the doors behind her. There were muffled screams of your name coming from the other side, her fists pounding on the door, but after a bit they faded away.

The moment she was gone you instantly felt as if a weight had been lifted off of your chest, slumping against the door with a breath of exertion and relief. But that relief quickly dissipated when you locked eyes with Alastor, who was advancing on you, his smile obviously strained. The way he spat your name at you made you shrink back slightly, realizing that he was actually not pleased.

“You cannot just throw your own mother out like that. Into the streets? My dear, that is no way to treat your mother. And frankly, it’s rude.”

You felt anger rising once more, but you didn’t want to start anything with Alastor despite the fact that he had no idea what he was talking about. Of course it looked simply like bad etiquette from his standpoint; he had no idea who your mother was. And somehow you didn’t feel it was proper to tell him- you knew how much he valued his own mother and mothers in general, and as sweet as you had always thought that was, you knew he and his rosy view of maternal relationships wouldn’t understand and perhaps not allow for your turbulent relationship with your own mother. And you didn’t want to be the one to tarnish his otherwise endearing perspective by explaining how abhorrent of a person your mother was. So despite how much you just wanted to scream at him, to tell him he had no clue what was really going on, you kept your composure, inhaling shakily.

“Alastor, please. You- you don’t know what you’re talking about. So just stay out of it, alright?”

“She’s your mother, not the devil, dear.” Alastor’s tone was back to normal, and he was speaking in his usual radio voice as if he was talking to just anyone, and it made your stomach churn. 

“She’s not innocent, Alastor, she’s in Hell-”

“Ah, but so are you and I, sweetheart.”

Your face crumpled, and you found yourself coming up short for a rebuttal. Before you could stop them, tears started to well in your eyes, frustrated that you couldn’t get through to him. Out of spite and pride, you blinked them back harshly. Alastor tilted his head and started to come towards you, his mic stand clacking on the ground as he walked, and for a moment you felt a glimmer of hope, thinking that he truly wanted to talk and get to the bottom of your animosity towards your mother. 

But the Radio Demon breezed right past you and, before you could stop him, opened the door, and your mother whom you’d thought had given up at last and left waltzed right back in, suddenly no longer the aggrieved mother you’d thrown out and back to beaming a mile a minute. The self-assured smirk she sent your way had your blood boiling with rage, and you felt powerless to act. You wanted to slap that smirk off of her face, but why wouldn’t she smirk? She had Alastor exactly where she wanted him, and both of you knew it. 

“I apologize sincerely for the earlier… incident,” Alastor told your mother with a note olf sympathy in his voice, and again he took her hand; you had to tear your eyes away, back to the scene.

“Aren’t you charming!” your mother exclaimed, voice pleasant and upbeat. ‘Don’t even think of it, I’ve already forgotten.”

“You’re too kind, miss. But in order to make up for it, I’d like to offer you to spend the night. I would hate to send a lovely woman such as yourself out on the streets of Hell after sundown. I implore you.”

Fucking Christ. You didn’t even have to see her to know the way she was grinning at you. Your shoulders tensed, rising to your ears, and the tears burned hot in your eyes. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction, you bit your inner cheek hard enough to draw blood so as to not make the slightest sound alerting her to your tears.

“What a kind invitation. It’s nice to know at least somebody wants me here.” An icy silence from you. “It’d be rather rude not to accept; I would be happy to spend the night.”

“Lovely!” Alastor praised. 

You couldn’t take any more. Unable to stifle your sobs, hot tears falling down your cheeks, you tossed back a cracked “I’m going to bed,” and stormed out of the lobby with your head down, rushing upstairs as fast as you could and ignoring Alastor’s calls of your name. Just as you slammed the door to your room, you heard your mother say, “Oh, don’t worry about her. Let her cool off for a bit, and then I’ll go after her. A mother always knows how to cheer up her child.”

It was quiet now. Hours ago Angel Dust had returned from his work and Charlie and Vaggie had locked up for the night. Nifty had been, though with much effort, put to bed by Husk who had then closed up the bar and retired himself. You didn’t know where your mother or Alastor were, and you didn’t want to. 

You were the only one up now, and you had finally run out of tears. Your head was stuffy, your eyes were sore and bloodshot, and you could feel the beginnings of a hangover coming on. It felt like days you’d spent just crying in your bed, unable to suppress the emotion you’d felt since your mother reappeared that morning. Charlie had actually come to check on you earlier, worried, along with Vaggie, but Alastor had told them to let you be for now. You’d heard their muffled conversation from outside your door.

You just wished Alastor would understand, that they all would understand. Your mother wasn’t a mother. She didn’t nurture, she didn’t love, all she did was belittle you, bully you, and take from you. Yet never once had you been able to figure out what you’d ever done to her. You had tried so hard to help and to please her as a living child, then teenager, then adult- tending to your siblings when she was out on the town, working multiple jobs to take care of the house while she spent the day blackout drunk and the nights in the city, and still desperately believing she would change, you sent her portions of your salary when you grew older and begged her to utilize the money, but she always blew it on material shit. And as if it wasn’t enough that you had to be the mother to yourself and your siblings, she beat you too, mostly when she was drunk but sometimes you felt it was just for her amusement or to make you feel small and worthless. As a teenager she did nothing but sabotage you- you couldn’t ever have friends over because she was always passed out on the couch or acting erratic and stinking of cheap liquor, and you had to fight like hell to get your siblings out of there after you left home for school. And yet you had still had hope for her.

That all changed when you came to Hell. It was the end of the road for real now, and you figured there was no point trying to reconcile with your mother anymore. So you’d left her in the past, thinking it was over, finally allowing yourself a little peace. But you hadn’t realized the extent of the resent you’d been harboring until she showed up at the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel. All those feelings just came rushing back.

Another hour or so passed and your swollen eyes were dried out and heavy-lidded. Exhausted from fretting about your mother and regretting the amount you'd had to drink, you turned over in your bed with a stifled groan and closed your eyes, hoping that sleep would finally find you and you could escape the events of the day at least for a little while. But just as you were drifting off, you were startled by the sound of your bedroom door opening.

You let out a moan that was half confusion and half sleepiness, and rolled over just a little to glance at the door through hazy eyes. “Alastor?” you mumbled questioningly, rubbing your eyes groggily.

But the voice that responded woke you right up.

“Not a chance, pet.”

You sat up instantly, knocking the bedcovers off. In the doorway, a shadowy silhouette in the dimly lit hallway, was your mother. A discordant note of exasperation sounded in your head; the woman couldn't let you be even at this hour? For the moment at least, you were more mildly annoyed than pissed like you were earlier, just wondering what in the hell she could possibly want now.

“Why are you even-”

You cut yourself off and immediately jumped out of the bed just as your mother lunged at you like a pouncing tigress; you'd sensed the attack in the way she had been moving and acted accordingly before she could maul you. It didn't mean it didn't still catch you off guard, though.

Your voice rising, you snapped, “What the hell are you-”

Again you were interrupted when she sprung off the bed and snatched your wrists in her iron grip before you could dodge again; her clasp was tight and bruising and you winced painfully. You caught a glimpse of her eyes in the faint light, and they were inflamed, wild with fury she'd probably been suppressing this whole time. It wasn't a new expression.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she snarled, voice trembling with fury. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you demanded, tearing your wrists from her grasp and moving a distance away from her so she was on one side of the bed and you were on the other. By the bewildered look on her face, she was clearly not expecting you to break away so effortlessly; maybe thinking she could just abuse you like she did when you were a defenseless child.

Like hell.

“What the hell are you even mad at me for?”

Your mother, seething, launched more accusations at you. “You think you're better than me, now, is it? Saw your sorry ass on the news after that damn Extermination rebellion. Bet it took your ego up a few notches killing those Exorcists, huh? And now that you're in some fancy hotel, dating some powerful boytoy and hiding behind hell's princess, you think you can just get rid of me?”

“Apparently fucking not, because here you are. And I'm not hiding. I'm trying to get away from you.”

Your mother let out a bitter, droll laugh. “Oh, you think that's how this works?” she hissed in an icy manner, and even though you were already a good distance away you backed up further still. “Think again, whore. I'm the one who deserves to be here, not some ungrateful little cunt who just happened to fall out of me. If I have to live destitute in the back alleys of Hell, so do you.”

The heartless insults and vulgarities she hurled your way would have shattered the living version of you. But it was about time your mother learned that you were no longer the pleading daughter you’d been on Earth, and instead of piercing your heart the names merely bounced off of you.

“You might recall I spent my whole damn life trying to help you,” you answered with equal coldness. “And for nothing, too, because here the hell we both are. Don't blame me because you turned out to be the nothing you always were.”

Without warning, she lunged at you, rushing forward like a charging bull, and though you tried to dodge she managed to snatch a handful of your hair and slam your head into the wall. You let out a cry of shock and pain and spots exploded in front of your vision before you reached up, tore her hand from your head and shoved her forward. You advanced again, teeth bared and fists balled, unwilling to let her get up- but before you could swing, there was a crackle in the air- and what followed was a cacophony of static, crackling, and microphone feedback that would've deafened an elephant. But the sound wasn't new to you, and you weren't surprised in the least when you lifted your eyes to see Alastor, smile maniacal and glowing red eyes wild as he entered the room. The sudden explosion of sound made your mother flinch and clap her hands over her ears, and seeing your opening, you kicked her to the ground; her head hit the wall rather roughly and she lost consciousness, her body going limp. You were breathing heavily, staring at her body sprawled on the ground without pity.

Alastor's eyes lost their luminescence and his smile softened; and he came over to you, attempting to touch you, but you shied away. You weren't necessarily ready to forgive him; if he'd just done a little more pushing and hadn't invited your mother here with you, this could have been avoided. You dropped your eyes to the floor.

“I'm sorry, my dear,” Alastor offered in a voice that was sufficiently staticky. “I wasn't too kind to you today.”

You wanted to say, no shit, but held your tongue, back to him still. Feelings of resent still swirled within you, but admittedly, hearing his apology did make them dissipate a little.

“Why is it you didn't simply tell me she was like this?”

Now you were silent not out of spite but more because…you simply didn't know what to say? Where were you to even begin? How would you explain that you didn't want to somehow tarnish his view of mothers by explaining your history with your own? And that you didn't want him to feel guilty about having a good relationship with his mother while yours was knocked out on the floor in front of you? And that you didn't want him to lose his love of mothers because you were unfortunate enough to have a shitty one? 

Somehow you managed to splutter all of that into something coherent, because Alastor gathered you in his arms without waiting for your approval, which you didn't mind, finally feeling somewhat okay since your mother had first shown up. You felt his hands in your hair, taming the out of place strands, and he lifted your wrists to his eyes, tutting in disapproval when he saw the bruises beginning to form. He settled for wordlessly kissing the deepening marks gently, but when he spotted the gash on your head where your mother had slammed you into the wall, his smile turned positively venomous. His head did a full 180 on his neck, which always made you cringe, to glare at your groggily awakening mother, who froze in her position on the floor when she caught his alarming gaze.

Alastor turned back to you, static popping in the air, and his smile grew- if that was even possible. “Well, sweetheart? What would you like me to do with her?”

You were frankly tired now of fighting your mother, who had staggered from the ground, rage still evident in her visage but with Alastor present she wasn’t about to act. So with a weary sigh, slumping into Alastor’s chest, you muttered, “I just want her gone.”

“Anything you wish.” And within the next few minutes, Alastor had summoned Nifty, who was more than eager to take out the trash, and had the tiny janitor drag your mother from your room by her hair. You lost sight of the two after they left, but by the way Nifty was giggling the entire time she was hauling your mother, you had a feeling the next several hours wouldn’t be too enjoyable for her.

You’d been on edge the whole day, but you didn’t quite realize the sheer amount of tension your mother’s presence had placed on you until it was only you and Alastor inside the room. His hand traced soothing circles around your back, and you finally felt like you could breathe.

The morning, after what seemed like centuries, finally did arrive. You were already up although day had barely broken, and that was because the earlier commotion had disturbed the hotel residents and they had literally gotten you and Alastor (who had evidently felt bad enough to spend the rest of the night with you, which he didn’t often do for posterity reasons, kissing the side of your head where it was wounded and apologizing once more) up out of bed to barrage you both with an onslaught of questions (and Nifty remaining suspiciously silent save the occasional maniacal giggle). With some reluctance you gave the group a brief explanation of everything that had gone down, Alastor standing beside you with a protective hand on your shoulder. Long story short, everyone basically grasped that they’d fucked up by allowing your mother in and judging you harshly about it, and before long Charlie was in tears and begging for you to forgive her, Vaggie had admitted her remorse over it, Angel Dust was shifty-eyed and sheepish, and Husk apologized to you formally. You dismissed the apologies with a grateful look, and that seemed to satisfy them all except Charlie, who you had to tell straight out you truly did forgive her at least five times and that only set her off bawling again to the point Vaggie had to carry the girl out.

Alastor, although one couldn’t tell by his face, apparently did feel guilty about his involvement in the whole fiasco because he took you out for breakfast and spent the rest of the day with you, and by the time night fell once more your cheeks hurt from smiling so much and your spirits were significantly lifted. It wasn’t until the two of you were in bed together (again, your lucky day, you didn’t even have to convince him) that he broke the long, contented silence you two had been sharing to inform you curtly:

“You didn’t ruin my opinion of mothers, you know.”

You sat up at this, eyes wide with hope and relief. He rose along with you to meet your gaze.

“I didn’t?”

“Oh, no. My dear, I love my own mother dearly, but don’t think I’m not aware that others may not have the same relationship with their own mothers. I did admire your resilience, though, and though it really wasn’t necessary, I do appreciate your attempt to spare my feelings. If I do say so myself”- his hand came to rest on your lower belly- “you seem like you’d make quite a stellar mother yourself.”

“Alastor.”

“Merely a thought.”

[punishereditz]

Wannabe

Pairing: La Knight x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Smut. Edging. Fingering. P in V. Rough sex. Dirty talk. Praise kink. Spanking kink. Marking kink. Choking kink.

AN: I am so very sorry for not posting. I have been very busy lately, but I'm going to try and make time for writing and get back to posting stories regularly.

Word count: 2k

Summary: Knight didn't like what you had to say about him. So, he decided to teach you a lesson.

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Before you could even celebrate your win against Auska, La Knight's theme song played throughout the arena. Knight walking out in an arrogant way and clapping his hands together as if he cared.

"Congrats Sweetheart." He said as he walked down to the ring. A big cocky grin on his lips. His eyes on you as he stepped over the ropes, and he took one step. Now standing in front of you. "What are you doing?"

"What? I can't come out and congratulate you after that win?" His voice was laced with seduction. His eyes heavy on you. Heavy on your body that was glistening with sweat. Your breath still a little heavy from the match.

"Congratulations sweetheart." He said again and he gave you a wink. Making you cringe, but you put on an act. You looked up at him through your lashes. A sweet, innocent smile on your face.

"Thank you. You didn't have to come out here." You paused for a moment. "You know... it means... nothing to me." Your face dropped as you said the word nothing. Losing the sweet smile and Knight losing the cocky grin.

"Wait. You, you really didn't expect me to care, did you?" You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head to the side as you looked up at him and his broken ego. "Do you want to know what I really think of you?" You leaned a little closer to him and you didn't wait for him to respond.

"You... you are a Stone Cold and The Rock wannabe." Your words were harsh, and they cut deep for him. The air between the two of you so thick it could be cut with a knife. "I've known you for a while now, and I have to say, I don't know if I really know you. I mean, you definitely don't know yourself. You don't know what originality is because your too busy trying to be someone else! Your so worried about being this megastar, you gotta steal from the best there is just to have a good bit." The more you talked, the madder he got. His blood was boiling. You hit a nerve and you hit it hard.

"You don't know what you're talking about." He growled and you chuckled. You laughed in his face. Which only fueled his anger.

"Oh, I don't know what I'm talking about? You can't even look at me right now and deny it. You and I both know that you are nothing more than a copycat." You pointed a finger at him, and he narrowed his eyes at you. "You go and take other people's gimmicks just so you can be liked. Not to mention how you use their moves."

"You better shut your mouth." He growled and took a step closer. Getting in your face. Already long since getting rid of the mic so only you could hear him.

"Peoples elbow. Stone Cold's stunner. Let me continue." You tilted your head up. Getting in his face as you explained into further detail how he is a wannabe. "The way you work the mic. That little head tilt back and the shouting? Sure does look like The Rock to me. Oh, and, what... what's that little catchphrase of yours? Yeah? Yeah! That... that sounds like... what? What? What?" You raised your voice as you called him out. Practically shouting as you said what.

"That's enough." He snarled and his breath was heavy now. He was fuming and that only made it more amusing for you.

"You know, under this whole persona of yours, I'm sure-" Before you could even finish your sentence, he snatched the microphone out of your hand and threw it across the ring. "I told you to shut your mouth." He snarled, towering over you. pointing a finger in your face. Getting closer to you, making you take a step back.

"What are you going to do about it?" You challenged him. Taking a step forward. Not backing down from him. That making him even more furious.

"Don't make me drag you out of this ring." His words made you smirk. "You wouldn't." He chuckled and that made you furrow your brows confused. Then, suddenly, he swept you off your feet. Throwing you over his shoulder like you were a rag doll. Climbing out of the ring with you draped over his shoulder; he walked up the ramp and went backstage. Carrying you through the locker rooms kicking and screaming. Finally putting you down after he entered his dressing room. Locking the door.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You shouted at him, and he walked the short distance over to you. "No. no. no. no. What's wrong with you?!" He shouted in your face. The veins in his neck popping.

"You go and humiliate me in front of thousands of people, then ask what's wrong with me?!" He shouted and he kept stepping forward until you were backed up against the wall. "Oh, tough shit! You think I just did that out of the coldness of my heart? No. I was told to say that!" You shouted right back at him, and he rested his hand on the wall. His hand right by your head.

"You had no right." He spoke in a low tone as he put a finger in your face, and you scoffed. "I was doing my job. I'm sorry that you can't handle that." You matched his tone. Tilting your chin up as you spoke and watched as fumes practically steamed off of him, he was so furious. His breath heavy and hot against your skin.

"You always do what these managers tell you to do?"

"So I won't get fired. Yes."

"Are you going to do what I tell you to do?" He leaned closer to you until his body was pressed against yours. Your breath hitching and his question catching you off guard.

"Are you going to do as your told?" He asked. Narrowing his eyes at you. Noticing how his words got to you. But, you didn't let that moment last long. "No." You challenged and a mischievous smirk spread across his lips.

"You need to be taught a lesson." He grabbed you by the arms and turned you around so that your back was to him. With one hand, he pinned your arms above your head and with his other hand, he slowly moved it along your side. His hand stopping at your thigh. Then, you gasped as he slapped your ass hard. His hand then massaging your ass. Squeezing it. He got frustrated because of your wrestling gear in the way. So, with one quick motion, he pulled your pants down.

Tossing them across the room. His hands going back to their original place. Holding you down and his hand slowly rubbing your ass. His hands traveling up your side then back down. Smacking your ass again. He slapped his hand against your skin a few times, then he moved his hand. Untying your top. Slowly pulling it off of you. His hands kneeing at your breast for a few minutes before his hands moved down your stomach. Hovering over your pussy. He carefully ran his fingers through your lips. Slowly moving his finger up and down. Making you breathe a little heavier. He slowly dipped his finger into your lips. The tip of his finger going straight to your clit.

Applying light pressure as he moved his finger in circles on your sensitive clit. Making your eyes roll to the back of your head and soft moans leave your mouth. He loved every second of this. "Look at you..." He whispered in your ear, and he quickened his movements. Making you moan a little louder and your legs shake. Then, after a minute or two, he slowed it down to a torturous pace. "You want me to make you come, don't you?" He whispered in your ear and when you didn't respond, he quickened his movements again but just as quickly slowed it down.

"Say it." His circles on your clit were so slow, there might as well not be any movement. "I want you to let me come." You panted and he chuckled. "Good girl." He then brought the speed back up. A moan slipping from your lips as you gripped onto the side of his legs. Resting your head on his shoulder. He tilted his head towards you, and he kissed your neck. Biting at your skin. Building your climax up and right when you're about to come, your body shaking- he stops. Pulling his hand away and moving his mouth away from you. You groaned in frustration, but before you could do anything, he smacked your ass and picked you up.

Carrying you over to the desk. He put you down and turned you around. Laying you down on the table. He grabbed your legs. Putting your knees on the table as well so that your ass was up in the air. On display for him and at the perfect height for him. He ran his fingers over your pussy a few times. His thumb rubbing your entrance. He then started to spank you. Slapping his hand against your ass. Leaving your skin red and marked. He slowly pulled his pants down. Grabbing a condom and slipping it onto his long cock. Then he rubbed his cock through your lips before he pushes it in. Slamming his cock into you. Bottoming out. The both of you moaning.

He stayed still for a moment, giving both of you time to adjust. Your walls clenched around his cock. He slowly pulled out, then he harshly thrusted back into you. Slowly starting to pound into you. Slamming his cock into you. His breath getting heavier as he groaned. Gripping onto your ass as he pounded into you. Making your stomach twist in pleasure and your eyes squinched shut. You could feel your climax quickly building again and you moaned out when he grabbed you by your hair. Pulling you up so that your back was against his chest.

He cussed under his breath and continued pounding into you. His hand coming up and wrapping around your throat. Holding your neck. His other hand came down and he started to rub fast circles on your clit. Between that and the new angle he was fucking you from, it was all overwhelming. And he knew that. He knew that you could barely take it. He knew that you were close by the way your body was shaking and the way you were moaning. So, just to be mean, he slowed down. Slowing his fingers down to the pace he was fucking you with. Which, it was too slow for you. All that build up just for him to practically come to a stop. "I said I was going to teach you a lesson." He whispered in your ear and kept the slow pace.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He slowed his movements down even more. "Yes." You panted and you tried to grind against him, but he didn't let you. "Speak up, sweetheart." You groaned in frustration and when you did, he came to a complete stop. "Yes." You said a little louder and he smirked. "Good girl." He then started to move inside you again. Slowly starting to pound into you again. Slamming his cock into you. His skin slapping against yours. The sound of y'all's moans and clapping of skin filling the room.

With each harsh thrust, your climax quickly built back up and his to. His cock throbbing and twitching. He groaned loudly as he came, and you quickly did the same. Soaking his cock. He started to slow down. Harshly thrusting up into you one last time before he stilled, and he finished. Filling the condom up to the brim. He stayed inside of you as he tilted your head to the side. Gently kissing your lips. His tongue moving along your bottom lip as he kissed you deeply. Then, when he pulled away, he had a big, cocky grin.

[animestsstuff2]

Unconventional

Bakugou Katsuki X Fem reader

The text between the hearts is present text and the text after/before is past, like a memory.

part 2 here

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"brought you some chocolate" His voice made you jump as you turned in your seat. The blondes hand was outstretched, your favourite chocolate bar between his fingers. Your eyes widened as you took it from him and set it on the desk meeting his gaze. He pulled out the seat across from you and loudly slammed his bag onto the desk making you glance over at the glaring librarian.

"T-thank you! what are you doing here though?" You asked quietly, he took his seat and stared at you. This was the first he had interacted with you since the night he came to your room looking for another heat pack. You did avoid him though, fearing you'd started snoring since you had fell asleep. The embarrassment eating at you.

"came to help you study n' repay the favour. I don't like owing people"

right..how does he owe you though? You hurt him the first time and he saved you the second..if anything you owed him

You said nothing as he pulled his books out. You felt giddy staring as he began reading at the English textbook and scribbling messily on his page. Your leg bouncing. You were with Bakugou no wait, Bakugou came to study with you! okay your stomach was twisting and head buzzing as you tried to calm your nerves.

"what's with the starin'? I got something on me?" His voice interrupted your thoughts and you blinked dumbly at him making him roll his eyes as you quickly snapped back to reality and shook your head. your cheeks red as you tried to focus back down on your own notes.

Bakugou knew he didn't owe you anything. He never owed anyone anything but he wanted to be near you. He didn't like admitting to himself that you got his attention. His grumbling self annoyed he caught feelings for a girl but at least it was you and not racoon eyes or someone worse. He found out you were struggling with English by paying attention to Present Mics not so quiet discussions with you. He found out your favourite chocolate bar by cornering that brown haired extra. He forced her to spill after school one day and threatened to blow her ass up if she told anyone. Bakugous methods were unconventional but they were his and they seemed to work on you

The very next day he moved to sit next to you in English and from there every so often he would find you in the library, slamming his back down loudly and offering you your favourite chocolate bar. This habit grew the odd relationship between you too. You both kept it a secret, you fearing it would stop if anyone found out knowing he hated interacting with others. He just didn't wanna listen to dumb extras, especially Dunce Face whine about how he got a girl before him.

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the way Bakugou asked you out wasn't conventional either considering he actually hasn't asked you out. You looked over at the blonde who was hunched over his desk messing with something to do with his gauntlet. You lay on his bed, rolling over as you found yourself thinking about his unofficial way of asking you out, giggling which made his eyes look over to you before rolling them knowing you were probably thinking something girly and making weird girl noises.

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The library study hangouts turned into him sitting with you at lunch, which turned into him favouring to stay with you during group hangouts. This continued and whilst you grew closer it amounted to nothing and left you confused. He always brought your favourite snacks to your library hangouts and would always 'accidentally' make too much food and would bring some to your dorm, forcing it into your hand before you could oppose.. He even came to watch a movie in your dorm one night but he sat as far from you as he could and left the minute it was over. Your crush on him grew but so did you frustrations with his odd behaviour, did he feel bad for you? was this a prank or bet among the boys?

the next time you both hung out you were determined to get some form of answer from him, although you didn't know when that next time would be. You chewed on your lip as you paced in your dorm room. Bakugou hadn't spoke a word to you today not that that was out of the ordinary for him but you still couldn't stop thinking about the weird relationship which had bloomed between the two of you. You stopped, checking the time 8;00pm.

You slipped your slippers on and left your dorm, making your way up to the blondes in hopes he wasn't already away to sleep. You stood outside, hand raised to knock as you rapped lightly. You let out a breath as you stepped back, waiting..and waiting..and

okay hes asleep! at least you tried

You swivelled on your heel ready to leave and forget about this attempt when his angry voice came from behind you and you froze, slowly turning round to see him shirtless in a pair of black shorts. His hair falling down more over his eyes which were glaring at you. Your cheeks burned as you quickly averted your gaze from his taut muscles and back to his face.

"what do you want" His voice was harsh as he scratched his head before folding his arms across his chest and leaning on the doorframe. You swallowed the dryness in your throat and stepped closer, worried of any potential listeners.

"Um, can we talk..in your room?" You asked quietly, fingers picking at each other as he stepped back and made room for you to enter. This was actually the first time you'd ever been in the blondes room and it suited him to say the least. You turned to face him, looking up and meeting his eyes as the door shut.

"Hurry up I wanna sleep" He grumbled as he moved over to sit on the edge of the bed. You followed, opting to stand in front of him as you took a breath in.

"what are we?"

Silence. That was all you could hear as his brows quirked up. He made no move to say anything as the silence lasted longer, and longer. Your heart dropping as you puffed your cheeks out feeling your eyes get wet. You turned going to leave and never speak to him again when his hand reached out to wrap around your wrist and stop you. Your chest tightening as you turned your head over your shoulder, seeing him stood. His fingers flexing around your wrist

"what do you mean?" You turned back round fully now to face him. His face expressing a look of honest confusion and frustration. His hand still holding your wrist.

"You know, like, what are we Bakugou? are we just friends or..We hang out all the time and you help me study and stuff" You were mumbling quietly as his red eyes kept focus on yours. The cogs in his brain moving as he realised the context of your question.

"we obviously aren't friends. You seriously too dumb to not catch on we are dating?" His almost 'duh' tone made your mouth drop open. he was seriously mocking you for apparently not realising you two were dating?!

"dating?! Bakugou you haven't even asked me out!" You snapped, pulling your arm from his hand and placing them on your hips. He had to force himself not to laugh at your angry expression. your significantly shorter form and unusually furrowed brows was a funny sight to him.

"yeah I mean I bring you chocolate and hang out with you! why else would I do that if we weren't dating dumbass" He grumbled annoyed this was why you disturbed his sleep. You just gritted your teeth, seriously all this anxiety and he isn't even taking it seriously.

"You have to ask someone out to be dating! and You literally barely speak to me when we hang out. I didn't even know you liked me, How did you even know I liked you?" You shot at him. The blondes head growing sore with your accusations and questions as he sat back down on his bed, rubbing his head.

"ah shut up! I knew you liked me cause that racoon face told me so. She wouldn't stop yapping about how we would be a cute couple and I do talk to you. We are talking right now!" You groaned at his response and also at Mina for betraying you.

"Bakugou that's not how you go about relationships. You have to ask someone out for them to be your boyfriend or girlfriend" You dropped your hands as you sighed. The blonde was unconventional. His attitude and methods completely ignoring traditional ways.

"so? Well now you know I like you so we are dating now" He said, voice still gruff with annoyance. You giggled feeling your annoyance subside as you thought about it. You suppose the gifts of food and chocolate were his way of flirting. The hangouts were better than how he treated even Kirishima half the time.

"when did you decide we were dating?" You asked, curious of when you unofficially became Bakugous girlfriend. He sat for a second, thinking, before answering.

"the first time I brought you chocolate" Your eyes widened, that was like, nearly three weeks ago now. You laughed again, this time harder and his eyes narrowed at you.

"Bakugou that was like three weeks ago! seriously I swear one of those weeks we went without saying a single word to each other" You couldn't help but tease him, which he didn't appreciate.

"yeah and? what's your point" He asked, watching as you moved to sit criss cross beside him on the bed.

"You have to talk to your girlfriend at least once a day if you want to date somebody" You chuffed and he rolled his eyes.

"Okay Ill talk to you more anything else I have to do now or will you leave so I can sleep" You shook your head giving him a big smile as you both got up as he walked you to the door. You opened your mouth to say goodbye when his hand shot out and grabbed yours, pulling you firm against his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist. The blondes warm body and quick action shocked you and just as quickly as he had hugged you it was over and the door was slammed in your face.

Your face on fire from the interaction and your mind buzzing you decided not to stay in longer as you rushed back to your own dorm. Your heart racing happy with how it worked out. it wasn't a prank or bet, he actually did like you and you were going out even if his way of asking you out was unconventional it was good enough for you.

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“Oi! Why are ya ignoring me?” His loud voice broke you from your day dream, blinking you felt the bed dip as he rested against the headboard. You shuffled up, coming to sit beside him.

“Oh, sorry I was just thinking about something” you mumbled, leaning your head on his shoulder. His cheeks tinted pink as he moved in closer, shoulder tensing.

“‘Bout what?” He mumbled and you shifted your head up to look at him.

“Just how we started going out and how you didn’t actually ask me out” you laughed slightly and he puffed his cheeks out brows furrowing.

“Yeah well too late now” he grumbled and you giggled.

“Hmm. I mean..technically you never officially asked me out, so is it really too late? Cause Denki has been flirt-“ He was quick and rough as usual. His hands moving you both as he sat on top of you. Your back against the bed as his head hovered over yours. His red eyes narrowed.

“Whats this about Dunce face flirtin’ with you? As if you’d want him over me” he continued and you just giggled, wrapping you arms around his neck. He was so easily teased and ridiculously jealous.

“Im only joking Kats. Denki only ever tries to flirt with Jirou” you sighed. The blonde just let a grumble as his eyes softened, glancing at your lips and you felt your cheeks heat at the proximity now. His nose grazing yours. You hadn’t even caught on that your legs were wrapped around his hips.

His eyes glanced again at your tongue that poked out to wet your drying lips. His eyelids closing slightly as yours followed. His breath mingling with yours moving his head lower.

“Yo! Bakugou you comin’ down to watch a movie!” The loud knocking on his door made the his head shoot up as his hands that were flat on the bed curled up. A grumble leaving his mouth. You smiled at his response but were also left feeling disappointed.

He got up going to the door and swinging it open as the insistent knocking finally stopped. Denki stood on the other side a wide grin on his face which dropped as his eyes fell behind Bakugous shoulder to you, on his bed and his jaw dropped open.

“Y/N! What are you doing in- oh my god! You guys are totally hooking up. I gotta tel-“ Bakugou grabbed the rambling boys shirt, pulling him in close as his other palm crackled beside him.

“Tell anyone and you. Are. Dead” his voice was deep as he threatened Kaminari who nodded vigorously, knowing it was a threat Bakugou would keep. He let him go and immediately Kaminari took off.

“Sorry Bakubro! You know I gotta tell the boys! Brocode!” Bakugou was off after him and soon you were too. A smile on your face as you watched you boyfriend yell profanities at the Kaminari who sprinted down the stairs and eventually into the communal area where everyone sat on the sofa.

“Guys everyone! Ha- wait..let me- catch my breath” he folded, hands resting on his knees when you and Bakugou entered behind him.

“Dunce face Im gonna kill you!” He yelled, hand reaching out as Kaminari jumped out of the way, running to hide behind Kirishima.

“What? Kaminari what have you done this time?” Iida groaned as he stepped over, class representative trying to maintain the peace.

“Nothin! I was just coming to tell you guys Y/N and Bakugou are totally hooking up!” He cried, shaking Kirishima. Everyones eyes grew wide as many girls shouted ‘what’ simultaneously.

You cheeks immediately burned as all the girls bounded over to you. Mina pulling at your arms and even Momo grabbed your other hand gleaming at you. Uraraka just stood beside giving you a forgiving smile.

“It was bound to get out eventually Uraraka. Thank you for keeping our secret” you told her and she nodded. You watched as the boys crowded Bakugou. Kirishima throwing his arm round the your boyfriends shoulders whose face was red as he yelled loudly, pushing at them all to leave him alone.

“Y/N! Why didn’t you tell anyone!?”

“Bakubro! Cmon, you’re not actually gonna kill me!”

“I knew there was something going on..when you moved beside Y/N in English. I have it in my notebook”

“How long have you both been dating?!”

“Who asked who out? Was it romantic!”

Your cheeks flushed like Bakugous as you both tried answering the flurry of questions. Well, actually, only you. Bakugou just shoved them all off and took a seat on the sofa. His arms crossed after flipping Kaminari off.

“Um, we’ve been dating for a month? I think now” you answered as everyone moved to sit on the sofa, taking a seat beside Bakugou as the girls kept their eyes on you.

“I knew it! I knew when he moved beside you in English it mean’t something!” Mina cried as she grinned widely. You just nodded playing with your hair.

“Okay guys, its not manly to be nosey. Lets put this movie on” Kirishima stated as he gave you a small smile. They had picked out some comedy movie as everyone got situated.

Bakugou shuffled closer and moved his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest as you curled up beside him. Uraraka slapped a hand over Mina’s mouth as she quietly gushed about you too, quickly snapping a photo before being forced to focus on the movie.

You cuddled closer to Bakugou as you sighed. A kinda weight lifted from you chest as you no longer had to keep the secret of your relationship. You knew the girls would be dying for details tomorrow and will definitely not understand Bakugous unconventional methods but you liked the fiery blondes attitude and he was there for you when it mattered.

[fluff-n-cookies]

hey, can I ask the reader to be Aizawa's daughter, but she lives with her mother in another country, so when the reader gets into a fight, her mother sends her to live with Aizawa, but she forgets to tell him, so y/ n arrives and says "hey dad, surprise?"

I'm so sorry for responding late, I just been so caught up with school, but sure! (p.s. I'm not sure if you wanted oneshots or headcanons so I did headcanons. sorry about that. and I'm also heacanoning this reader as socially awkward, sorry about that too.) reader is a teen in this!

WARNINGS MENTION OF BOOBS NOTHING GRAPHIC JUST MINETA.

first off, reader is besties with Present Mic and definitely told Mic to tell Aizawa she was coming, but did Mic Do that? NO!

he probably drove you back to UA from the airport and just barged in yelling "BITCH (Aizawa) GUESS WHAT" "what do you want Mic?" "no, guess!"

okay parting away from the crack, Aizawa and you are both dying of embarrassment since Aizawa is teaching a CLASS RIGHT NOW.

So Aizawa is Infuriated since first he knows you hate being put on in the spotlight so he does scold Mic about it while all might handle class 1A's training.

eventually you two do get to talk one on one and the moment after you say "hey dad, surprise?" he just collapses on the closest surface and replies "goddamn it you're too cute to be mad at."

please tell him about every single detail of your trip it makes him so happy. he wants to know you trust him with this information and it makes him feel like he's getting just a bit closer to you. even the bad things that make you cry like a bad break up or an argument with your mom, it just makes him want to comfort you more.

tries to get you some of your favorite snacks from your country so you feel at home.

if you feel out of place in Japan since the majority of us are probably not Japanese and probably do not meet beauty expectations, he encourages you to keep being yourself instead of trying to fit in like everyone else.

1A GIRL SQUAD MAKEOVER! 1A GIRL SQUAD MAKEOVER!

these girls are doing your nails and practically interrogating you about your life in your country.

Momo wants to know ALL the customs and ALL the history, HECK TEACH HER YOUR WHOLE LANGUGE.

Mina DEMANDS TO KNOW YOUR LOVE LIFE AND ALLLLL THE DRAMA.

Tsu, Ochako, and Hagakure are just happy to be there, and Jiro is incharge of music.

they are also the ones protecting you from Mineta so try and stick with them.

now here, Shoto and Tenya are in a silent battle over your love and Mineta and Kaminari are fighting over your Boobs.

Shoto helps control the temperature in your room so it seems more like the climate your used to in your country.

while Iida is purposely taking a languge class that you speak and having you translate it for him so he knows he's doing it correctly. (he knows he is but he just wants to hear your voice.)

OH DON"T GET ME STARTED ON AIZAWA FAM

shinsou automatically switches to brother mode, please let him show you his cat plushes and favorite animes, it just makes him so happy.

Eri HAS to have a sleep over with you at one point, you're like an older sister to her (MOVE ASIDE HADO-)

speaking with Toshinori in english if you come from an english speaking country.

Thank you for requesting and I hope to see you in my inbox again soon!

[leviscolwill]

7. "if you win, i'll kiss you" with trent!!!!! 😩😩 bc we know he’s a competitive son of a bitch <333

congrats again on 600 baby! 🫶

- @lomltrentarnold 🪽

so come here and give me some kisses ★

pairing: trent alexander arnold x reader

note: thank u soooooo much for your request my lovely hana,, i hope u like it, i love writing competitive trent 🤭

this blurb was inspired by this video <3

now playing six thirty by ariana grande...

your relationship with trent was ambiguous to say the least. you liked him, well it was hard not to. and you knew he liked you too. hell, everyone at st george's park knew you liked each other. but he had yet to make any concrete move towards you.

trent was standing in front of you, getting mic-ed up for another pr video. they were never his favorites, but if he had a chance to beat his teammates, he'd always take it.

while you were polishing up the last details before filming with your colleagues, you shot a quick glance at trent looking oh so adorable in his apron. he walked towards you and rested his chin on your shoulder, giving you a quick smile.

“you know you're never winning this one right?” you told him in a cheeky tone with the sole purpose of riling him up. you knew just how competitive he could get, even with something as trivial as a bake off opposing him to hendo, dec and kieran.

“are you doubting my baking skills right now, love?” his accent thick and sassiness dripping from his voice.

“oh no, i wouldn't dare. ‘m just saying dec has a much better shot at winning than you.” you wouldn't trust declan with your kitchen even if your life depended on it, too scared you'd lose your whole flat in a house fire. but the sight of trent, chuckling to himself at your words was enough to spur you on.

he was a confident man, confident enough to know you didn't mean a word you said. also confident enough in his baking skills to know that he’ll win no matter what. but your teasing made the gears in his brain spin faster. “what do i get if i prove you wrong and win then?”

you took a quick look around to: 1. escape trent's face that seemed to get closer to yours by the second, 2. check if any of your colleagues caught up on the somewhat intimate moment you were sharing, only to find out they all left to do whatever they needed to do.

you thought a few seconds of what to tell him before an idea popped in your head. it might seem too bold, but truthfully you were sick of waiting for trent to make a move on you. “mmmhh...” you pretended to think for a couple seconds, “if you win this, i'll kiss you.”

trent looked stunt at your proposal, his brown eyes looking even wider than usual. “yeah! i mean, are you sure?” as much as he tried to keep up a façade, you could see right through his false confidence. the skin of his ears turning into a reddish tone and his eyes looking anywhere but in yours.

you quickly nod, before pecking his cheek. trent didn't get the time to fully register your action, you were already gone god knows where.

the next time your eyes meet, you were standing behind the camera with the rest of the communication team. trent was torn between exchanging knowing glances and smiles with you or focusing on baking his gingerbread man. he chooses the latter, well aware of the reward awaiting him when he'll win.

after some more baking, the results were in. and you could feel trent's stare on you while he was waiting expectantly for his name to be called as the winner.

and once it inevitably happened, trent locked eyes with you in a stare that could only mean one thing: ‘i told you, you know what happens now’.

your name was called and you had to leave before trent was done wrapping up the video. this gave you time to mentally prepare yourself, you didn't regret your impulsive bet but you were overthinking everything that might go wrong.

in the midst of your turmoil, two hands gripped your shoulders making you turn in surprise. you weren't too surprised to see trent behind you, you gave him a warm smile before making sure none of your colleagues were in sight.

“i told you i'd win.” his face was still glowing from his earlier triumph.

you reciprocated the smile on his face, meeting his deep brown eyes. “i know... i knew you'd win this.” you let your hand wander over his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body slowly taking over yours.

“i thought we had a deal...” trent's voice brought you out of your daydream. your movement suddenly stopped to look up at him.

you didn't give him a verbal answer, choosing to stand on your tippy toes before pressing your lips against his. you felt his lips turn into a smile against yours, before kissing you back with more passion than words could ever hold. his hands cupping your face to bring you even closer if that was possible, not ready to let go of you just yet.

once he did pull away, he looked at you with admiration sparkling in his eyes. his thumb stroked your cheek softly, while you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. what did this kiss mean for the two of you? were things going to be weird now? could you even kiss a player without consequ-

“so, i think the next step should be me asking you out?”

[hoebii]

Black Mamba XII

Pairing : OT7 x Hybrid! Reader Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hybrid!Au Rating: nc-17 Warning : Violence, swearing, mental breakdowns, weapons (mentioned), toxic thoughts, blood • Information above may change as the story progresses Wc : 1.3k Betas : @moccahobi​​ Banner and divider : @jaeism​ Wanna be tagged? Complete this form A/N : *taps mic* I'm alive and I'm sorry for going poof for so long but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter even though the wait wasn't worth it at all I know Feedback is always appreciated! *runs and trips and then runs away again into the darkness*

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You were jolted out of your thoughts when you felt someone place a plate of food on the dining room table in front of you. You looked up to see Kevin beside you, briefly giving you a nod of acknowledgement before moving on to serve the others who sat around the table. You nodded your head in gratitude, pulling the plate closer to you and fiddling with the silverware already set on the table. 

You had been getting lost in your head more often recently. Ever since the past started visiting you, disguised as nightmares, you started to sleep less - not wanting to be thrusted back into moments of your life you no longer wished to be a part of. 

When Namjoon adopted you, you wished to leave everything behind, no longer to be tied down to your dark past. 

Though who were you kidding? You could never run from the atrocities that you once committed.

The things you had done could never be excused, there was no redemption for you.

You tried to push the thoughts back but each time you tried, the voices came back stronger. 

You know you don’t deserve this luxurious life. These people who show you nothing but kindness deserve a lot more than what you can give them.

You were broken out of your reverie when the sound of chatter and laughter reached your ear, cutting through the dark clouds that took place in your mind. Looking up, you watched as the masters conversed amongst themselves at the dinner table while being served.

You still remember the first day they had invited you to have food with them - which was the first day you were adopted - and how Taehyung had given his seat to you as there weren’t enough chairs for all eight of you to sit together, much to Yoongi’s chagrin. 

You had offered to simply eat in the kitchen or even the floor if needed, though the horrified looks on everyone’s faces had made you realise that wasn’t an option. After that, they had bought a bigger dining table, one that would fit everyone.

Your eyes met Hoseok’s, who was sitting opposite to you with Yoongi and Jimin on either side of him. Namjoon sat at the head of the table and Taehyung and Jungkook sitting on either side of you, the other chair at the head of the table empty.

Hoseok gave you a smile before returning his attention to the conversation he was having with Yoongi.

Namjoon cleared his throat to grab everyone’s attention at the table. Shooting you a smile of his own when his eyes met yours before looking at the others too.

“So I was thinking,” he started. “None of us have properly introduced ourselves and what we do to Y/N here. Why don’t we do so right now?”

Your interest piqued at that, sitting up straight and focusing all your attention at Namjoon.

“I’ll go first,” he offered, never losing the gentle smile he always seemed to have when speaking to the inhabitants of the house. “I’m a lawyer, as I told you before. A criminal lawyer to be more specific.”

“I’m your typical businessman,” Jimin continued right after Namjoon without missing a beat as he gave you a cheeky smile.

You looked at Hoseok when he laughed, wanting to know the reason behind it. 

“Don’t let him fool you, Y/N. He’s the CEO of HJ Enterprise, alongside me. He’s anything but a typical businessman, he can charm your whole company under his name if you’re not careful.”

Your eyes widened at that, making Hoseok laugh out louder while Jimin hit his shoulder playfully with a scoff.

“Owner of Ddaeng Bar,” Yoongi mumbled, looking bored as ever as he gave a small wave with his fingers. 

Though you wouldn’t say Yoongi liked you now, he was more tolerant towards you. Rather than scoffing or leaving the place whenever you entered, he took to simply ignoring you unless needed otherwise. On a good day, he might even speak to you unprompted! Mostly to notify you about one of the other masters looking for you or such but a win was a win and you had no right to complain.

“He opened Ddaeng purely for getting free alcohol whenever he wants,” you heard Taehyung stage-whisper into your ear. You didn’t react like you once would at being startled, rather only stiffening before relaxing just as quickly. 

You had gotten the closest to Taehyung, with him always trying to spend his free time with you or giving you compliments whenever he had the chance. You weren’t used to getting so much attention, so at first you used to fumble for words and try to leave the place with one excuse or another but Taehyung stayed persistent.

Whenever you would try to leave, he would follow you around like the puppies you used to see back in the adoption centre. If that wasn’t possible then you found Taehyung sulking around until you would speak to him again. 

There was an instance where Jin had seen Taehyung sulking after you had once again ran away from him and he made a joke about how Taehyung seems to prefer your company more than theirs. You didn’t know why but watching the other masters - except Yoongi, who simply watched the scene unfold - join in with Jin’s joke made your face feel so warm. It was truly a peculiar feeling, the warmth that spread throughout your body.

It was especially confounding when Jimin made a comment about how he was jealous, to which Jungkook also agreed and you feared you were falling sick with the way your heartbeat spiked and face flushed even more. 

Was this normal? You couldn't tell if you should have been more concerned or not.

Although you had to admit that even though you didn’t want to and it was in no way voluntary, you had started to trust Taehyung a little. He was slowly becoming someone you dared to say that you enjoyed the company of. Someone you felt like you could share what was on your mind without thinking too much about the protocols you would surely be breaking if you were back at the lab.

It scared you how much you were slowly starting to break all those trainings that were ingrained into you, never to be forgotten or broken.

Or so you thought but with all those protocols that were purely there to make sure you were but a mere robotic killing machine slipping away, you felt lost and stranded. Fight as you might, you couldn't help lowering your guard and disregard the dangers that may come with doing so the more you got to stay with your masters.

It was only a matter of time before they would leave you and you still took these risks. What were you becoming? This was not what you were created as.

Before you could drown farther into the abyss, you were brought back to present yet again as you heard a dismissive grunt escape Yoongi’s throat, once more settling your attention on the ongoing conversation.

“And what about it?” Yoongi grumbled, narrowing his eyes at Taehyung. 

The younger laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender before he turned to you again, ignoring the question that was thrown his way. 

“I’m a fashion designer,” he started, puffing his chest out in pride. “If you couldn’t tell yet by my immaculate taste in fashion.”

Jungkook from your other side snorted, making you turn to him next. “I’m sorry, does the Stitch onesie fall under this ‘immaculate fashion taste’ too?”

“Yes.”

Jungkook laughed louder at the offended look Taehyung shot him, grinning mischievously before giving you a wink. “I’m in the automotive industry, founder of JK Car Manufacturer. I’ll get you the best cars out there, ones that are fast enough to help you escape after robbing a bank.”

“Pretty sure that’s illegal” you stated, raising your eyebrows.

“I know,” he replied, the cheshire grin never leaving his face.

Namjoon cleared his throat, shooting Jungkook a look you weren’t able to quite decipher but it made the younger lean back into his chair and whistle innocently.

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based on a request

tags: dom!jiseok x fem!reader, cockwarming, begging | mdni

You were on the verge of tears while Jiseok was still paying attention to the game.

Your gummy walls have been clenching around his cock since he started playing, and you were dreaming about the moment he was going to allow you to release the built up pressure.

“J-Jiseok, can I—“

“Shhh,” he covered the mic. “Told you they can hear you, baby, is that what you want?”

He gave you a mischievous smirk, knowing you weren’t in a position to talk back at him.

“That’s what I thought.” He said, turning back to the screen.

Of course you didn’t want his friends to hear you, but you needed to cum as soon as possible. The burning sensation kept making you shift or buck up on his lap, earning you several warning glances.

He continued on with his conversation, speaking just like he always did, cheerfully and collected, occasionally letting out longer, deeper sighs that no one payed any special attention to. You wondered how he managed to remain so cool despite twitching from overstimulation inside you.

You tugged harder on his hoodie, hoping to find a way to distract your thoughts from going in a dangerous direction - images of him throwing you on the bed, and you cumming on his mouth which was one of your favorite things. Oh, his mouth was so pretty… Looking at it made you unconsciously run your thumb along his bottom lip.

“Please…” You whispered, lifting slightly on your toes. God, even the smallest movement around his cock brought you so much pleasure, it was ridiculous. “Please, I-I can’t do this…”

Jiseok looked up at you. He released a disappointed sigh and you wanted to use that moment to push your thumb into his mouth, but he was faster than you, and grabbed your wrist to stop you.

An immediate relief washed over you the second he hanged up the call, telling everyone he has to go. Although you quickly found out it was not for the reason you were hoping for.

“Keep begging.” He dropped your hand, and leaned back with a smug expression, tapping with fingers on the armrests of his chair. “You can be as loud as you want now, baby.”

Your hands pressed on his chest, and for a moment you couldn’t find the words from how overwhelmed you were feeling. It was too warm, and the way you felt your arousal trickle down his erection blurred your mind.

Jiseok noticed that, and without a warning gripped your waist, jerking up with force to hit your vulnerable spot; just once, so you can come back to reality.

You winced at the sudden move, letting out a loud whimper. The thrill shooted right where you needed it, but faded down just as quick. You heard a soft groan slip from Jiseok’s lips before he leaned back again to take a look at you.

He noticed your hazy eyes were starting to sparkle with tears from how much you were struggling to control yourself. Rush of excitement flooded his veins; he loved having you so weak for him.

“Please, please, l-let me cum…” You kept begging over and over till you felt his thumb brushing against your slippery clit, and your words just melted together in wailing.

Jiseok chuckled amused at your quick break down, and the way you spasmed around his thickness. He pulled you closer by the arms to speak in your ear. His deep, gruff voice sent you shivers.

“Well, come.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[dreamescapeswriting]

Together ~ MYG

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

PAIRING: Yoongi x fem!Reader

GENRE: fluffy, established relationships, arguments, trust-issues, fighting with one another, betrayal, married in secret, @minyoongiownsme

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

The man of your dreams was standing across the stage from you as you did your best to pretend as though being this close to one another wasn't sending your heart into overdrive. Over the years of dating Yoongi, you'd become a master at hiding your true feelings for him in public and the same went for him. Both of you were enigmas to the outside world and no one would have known the two of you were dating unless they were close personal friends.

Of course, there had been the odd occasion when rumours were circulating but they were all quickly put the rest leaving your relationship a complete mystery to those around you. Besides close family and friends that were. The rest of Yoongi's members all knew about your relationship since you'd been around them often enough and a few of the idols in the company you worked for knew too but there was one thing only you, Yoongi and the courthouse knew and that was that you were secretly married to one another. It had been almost a month since the two of you decided to get married to one another and you had no regrets - besides not having some family by your side of course but everything else had been perfect.

Since you hadn't told anyone about getting married you hadn't had to worry about making wedding plans. There was no stressing about who was going to sit where and who wasn't going to be able to eat certain foods and all of the different catering to everyone else. It was a stress-free time and something you weren't ever going to regret ever again, Yoongi caught your eye and winked when he knew there were no cameras on him and your whole body flamed. Today the two of you were hosting a live music bank together and watching the final performance take place. After this, you had plans to go home and meet up with Yoongi before he would be staying at his own place for the next week or so. He had filming to do for a behind-the-scenes video, it was him giving a tour of his home and since he couldn't exactly tell everyone he no longer lived there he needed to act the part.

The music died and you took in a deep breath, slowly walking to your spot on the stage beside Yoongi and turning to look up at him as you spoke,

"I remember when I first started training under FYJ and being able to debut was one of the scariest but also most exciting things," You turned toward the camera when it moved closer and smiled as some of the girls came running over to you and Yoongi to do an after performance interview.

"I was so nervous they had to change my outfit about three times if I remember rightly, I was just too anxious and sweating too much." You pouted a little making Yoongi chuckle, he'd heard that story before and every time it made him smile.

"But you ended up great. How do you girls feel after your performance?" Yoongi questioned, handing his mic over to one of the girls in the group and letting them answer some fan questions as well as questions you'd been given on the cards in your hand.

"I'll meet you back at our place, I'll make sure no one is following me," Yoongi stated as you both waited near the back exit of the venue you were at. After your interview with the girl group you'd been let go and sent home, only now the two of you were alone you didn't want to say goodbye to him.

"I'll heat up the blankets and we can get an early night if you want," You looked up at your husband who smirked down at you, wrapping one arm around your waist before pressing your chest against his. 

"I have better plans than an early night," He chuckled as he felt your body heating up against his touch and you whined softly pushing him away before standing up straight and heading for the door.

As soon as the doors open you were met with flashing cameras and tons of people screaming all kinds of questions at you. It wasn't completely unusual for this to happen but the kinds of questions they were asking were.

"When did the two of you decide to get married?!" One reporter screamed while shoving a tape recorder in your line of direction, you stumbled backwards a little knocking into Yoongi who was careful not to let you fall.

"When did you start dating? Is this something to help you out in your career?" Another question shot at you as you looked up at Yoongi for some help. Panic began to bubble inside of your chest as you listened to them firing off questions at you, how had anyone even found out about this? The courthouse had signed an NDA so they were under strict rules not to tell anyone about anything that happened that day.

"Do you have plans to work together in the future?"

"Was this a shotgun wedding? Are you expecting?!" The questions continued to come out as Yoongi helped you toward his car, there was no use both of you trying to leave in separate vehicles when it was quite clear they knew the two of you were together.

"Do you live together?! Are you going to be getting a new house together?!" The questions and shutter sound drowned out the second the door to the car shut and Yoongi turned to look at you. He looked as though he was ready to fight someone for leaking private information while you were busy trying not to cry about everyone finding out about it so suddenly.

"We should go to our managers, it's the only way any of this is going to be resolved," Yoongi said to you but you continued to stare down at the glovebox in complete silence. How were you going to recover from this? You were already under fire from some publication companies, they accused you of only hanging out with certain idols for some attention and some even went as far as to say that the only reason you were making it in the idol world was because of who you were friends with.

"We'll get this sorted, we can either deny it or come out with our heads held high," While Yoongi continued to drive and plan how this was all going to work out you were too busy spiralling into how this was all going to ruin everything you'd built for yourself. There was a very high chance you were going to get fired from FYJ as well as face some tricky business with your contract. Not to mention you were going to have to face a lot of backlash regarding your fans, none of this was going to be easy and all of a sudden it felt as though the world was being swept out from right beneath your feet. 

You couldn't remember the last time you spoke, you didn't remember how you got into the office you were currently sitting in and you certainly didn't remember your manager and the owner of FYJ arriving at the HYBE building you were suddenly being held up in.

"I'm just saying if they'd have come to us before doing something completely idiotic such as this. We could have stopped this from happening," Your manager - Hannah - stated in a matter-a-fact tone, your eyes slowly moved to look at her and you could already tell she was pissed about all of this.

"Idiotic? What's so idiotic about me wanting to marry my girlfriend?" Yoongi placed his hands on the table, ever since both your manager and his own had arrived he'd been battling them alone on this and he stared at you worried. It scared him how quiet you were being and he was beginning to worry you were regretting getting involved with him in the first place.

"You could have come to us. You should have told us this was what you were going to be doing," Seojin said to Yoongi, shaking his head before rubbing the top of his nose and letting out a sigh. All of them were trying to come to terms with what was happening and trying to come up with a plan on how to get on the good side of the media.

"We could tell them it's all a lie," Hannah suggested as she flicked through her phone trying to see what fans thought of the secret marriage. In the time it had taken you and Yoongi to arrive at HYBE there had been photos of your wedding leaked to the press. Someone had taken pictures of the two of you signing your marriage certificate, as well as the ceremony itself. There was no hiding that this was all real, there was no time to try and tell them it was for a music video either.

"We could tell them it was for something they're filming," Seojin stated but you rolled your eyes, taking in a deep breath as you turned your head to look at Yoongi. He was staring at you waiting for you to say anything, to try and help him in this whole thing so you looked down at the table. Slowly you ran your tongue along your bottom lip and shook your head at everything. 

"We should tell them the truth," You stated, slowly looking up at Yoongi but quickly averting your gaze and turning to look at Hannah who was biting her lip.

"We can't say it's a music video, we can't say it's some challenge. It's better to just tell them the truth." You looked to Seojin as Yoongi took your hand in his grasp and squeezed your hand softly, slowly lifting it up to his lips and kissing it. 

"How are you going to handle the backlash? It's not as though your career can really handle it at this point," Hannah stated blankly, she wasn't going to beat around the bush when she knew this could either be the worst thing for you or the best.

"I didn't marry Yoongi to get ahead in my career and as long as we know that, that's all I care about," You shrugged a little and let out a small breath as you tried to think clearly about everything. There was going to be backlash and you needed to be prepared for it all, in the meantime all you wanted to do was hold your husband,

"We'll reschedule the home tour video. Maybe we can get fans interested in seeing your own home," Seojin said before turning to Hannah who was already calling some of the media outlets to try and get a spin on the story.

"Hey, don't go getting quiet on me now," Yoongi said as you both walked through the front door of your shared place you dropped down onto the sofa, running your hands over your face and trying to come to terms with what was happening.

"I didn't want any of this," You whispered and shook your head, you didn't want people to think less of you because you were dating someone and you definitely didn't want someone to accuse you of sleeping your way through the industry which is something you'd seen on the drive home.

"You didn't want to marry me?" Yoongi questioned jumping straight on the defence making you sigh at him, of course, that's not what you were saying.

"I'm saying I didn't want people to accuse me of sleeping with you so I could make it in this life," You scoffed, throwing your phone down onto the table pissed off by what people were saying about you. You never would have imagined something private between husband and wife would lead to this massive fallout. Some fans were okay, they were over the moon about the joining of their two favourite idols coming together but of course, there were a few that were angry about it. Upset with the fact that you were no longer single when a lot of the idol image was for the idols to be there for them to brand on fans wanting to date or to make them seem available. It was what sold in the industry and why a lot of contracts included a dating ban so that they would appeal more to fans around the world. 

"But we know it's not true, you said so. You said us knowing the truth is all you care about," He stated, walking closer to you and reaching his hand out for you only you stepped away and it was as though his heart had just been smashed into billions of pieces.

"Yn," He whispered not trusting himself not to break down if he spoke any louder.

"I just need some space...Being told I'm a slut...Or worse, it hurts Yoongi," You squeaked a little as you felt the tears beginning to roll down your cheeks, quickly swiping them away as Yoongi watched you.

"We don't go through things alone. We fight things together like a husband and wife should," He said slowly, there was no way he was going to leave you alone in this when he could see how badly it was tearing you up inside and he bit his lip.

"Maybe we rushed into it." You rushed out, trying to get him out of the house. You needed to be alone, to cry and wallow in some self-pity for a while you just needed him away from you for a little while.

"You don't mean that," He stuttered a little, looking at you with tears in his eyes. He knew you were upset but he didn't want you to say something you were going to later regret.

"What if I do?" You croaked out, staring at him through bloodshot eyes and shaking your head as you thought about everything. If the two of you had gone through the right channels and been careful with everything none of this would have happened,

"Look, you're not the only one facing a backlash with this. You think people aren't saying cruel things about me?" He didn't raise his voice, not even once he just stared at you and shook his head.

"You're not the only one going through this."

"But I'm the only one with the chance of never recovering. My career is fresh, and fans might never recover from this. You've seen what they've been saying about me. Everyone knows it's always worse for the woman," You mumbled before sighing and looking at Yoongi who just shook his head at you, turning and heading right out of the front door without another word about it. As soon as the door shut you collapsed onto the sofa, crying into your hands as you whimpered. You'd always had a harder time showing your feelings to those around you and it was easier for you to cry when you were alone. 

Days had passed since you'd last been with Yoongi and you'd mostly been laid in your place feeling sorry for yourself. Friends and family had all contacted you to congratulate you on the marriage but you'd mostly sent them straight to voicemail, choosing to ignore them rather than face the problem head-on. Except right now, Jin was standing in your living room and mumbling about you living in filth.

"If Yoongi were here, he'd hate you for this." He mumbled lifting up the dirty clothes from the floor and throwing them into the washing basket that was in the kitchen. When you'd not bothered to call Jin back he decided that enough was enough and he was going to come around and see if there was anything he could do for you.

"Yoongi isn't here so I don't have anything to worry about," You hissed out harshly, you'd been the one to push Yoongi away so you didn't know why you were so surprised about him not being here.

"No. He's not. He's out trying to fix everything while you lay around and do nothing." Jin mumbled at you, sitting you up straight on the sofa and taking away the blankets you'd been using to sleep with before he threw those into the wash.

"It's bad enough you hid it from me. ME! Your best fucking friend!" Jin yelled out dramatically doing his best to make you smile but seeing that it wasn't exactly working he sighed and shook his head at you.

"Turn the news on," He ordered before starting to take care of the rubbish that was inside the living room. You'd practically been living in the living room, only leaving when you needed to get clean clothes or to use the bathroom since you saw no use using the huge bed you shared with Yoongi when he wasn't there to share it with you.

"Why? Are they running another article about me being a bad person?" You weren't stupid, you'd seen the coverage about you only being with Yoongi for the popularity and it had been soul-destroying to you. You thought you'd have been able to handle it but it hurt knowing that's what people truly thought about you all this time.

"Just turn it on," Jin called from the bathroom before you heard him pottering around in the kitchen, you knew there was no use fighting with him since he wasn't going to drop anything until you did as you were told.

"Today we're joined by someone very special and we're spreading a warm welcome to him," You frowned at the newscaster before the camera panned to the seat beside her and Yoongi was standing there. Your mouth ran dry and suddenly your heart was in your throat and you could barely feel it beating. What was he doing on national TV?

"Thank you, I'm both happy and saddened to be here today," He explained, looking into the camera with a weakened smile and you felt your chest deflate at the sight of him doing this alone. You knew that HYBE were more than likely making him make a public statement and if you'd been stronger they would have made you join his side.

"I'm here today despite the disliking from my manager and company." Your heart was back to beating rapidly in your chest as you swallowed dryly shaking your head. There was no way he was going against company policy to do something like this,

"It's come to my attention that my marriage to my wife is under extreme scrutiny without reason. People are acting callously toward my wife and I will no longer stand back and allow it to happen," Tears began to well up in your eyes to the point where everything began to blur and you struggled to see the screen.

"Yn, I made a mistake walking away a couple of days ago and this is how I'm going to fix things. We're supposed to face our struggles together and I plan on doing that, every day for the rest of our lives." He spoke so clearly, you were already standing up and hunting around for your phone desperate to let him know you were going to be here too. 

"I'll see you soon, I love you." He said again before the camera panned back to the newsreader who was already tearing up and thanking him for coming onto the show to speak to everyone.

"Yoongi," You sobbed into his shoulder as he continued to hold onto you, his arms around your waist tightly as you cried into his neck and he sighed happily.

"I've missed you." He told you before kissing your shoulder, bringing you tighter to him as you sniffled a little, 

"I missed you too. I'm so sorry I pushed you away," You pulled away to look at him and you could see the bags under his eyes. It was clear he hadn't been sleeping properly and you hated that you'd been the one to cause all of this.

"Every step of the way, I'm here." You promised as he took your hand in his and squeezed it softly. Both of you were standing in the porchway inside of your house with a whole media circus outside waiting for you to comment on some things. You'd been avoiding it for so long that it was about time you made a full official statement and showed the world that no matter what they said none of it would matter.

"Good, because I'm getting shit from the boys for them not being invited," He told you making you giggle a little, your heart picking up as you thought about the boys rambling at him for not coming to the small wedding you had.

"Hoseok is insisting we have a small party with everyone, I'll see if I can get us out of it-"

"Don't. Let's do it. We can have our friends and family around us as we celebrate our marriage." You whispered, pressing your lips to his cheek and smiling at him as he nodded at you shyly pulling you back into his arms and relaxing a little.

"Let's go out and face this, together." You whispered before wiping your eyes and trying to make yourself seem a little more presentable before stepping out in front of all of the cameras out there.

The media had died down after a while, allowing your relationship with Yoongi to be smooth sailing once again. Though there were the occasional articles trying to claim you were only with him for fame but they were quickly removed or even shut down by your managers. Some were even sued if they were spreading anything harmful toward the two of you. The boys were also very happy that you let them throw you a small party to celebrate your marriage, though they'd made you both wear something as though it was a wedding and made you exchange your vows in front of everyone, all in all, it had been a perfect day and night.

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[tlou-reid]

quick lil hotch blurb bc i have no ideas!!! send requests here pls warnings: criminal mides-esque violence, unsub drugs his victims not characters are not drugged, bruises, cheesy writing where hotch and reader are undercover, not proofread or edited at all

Putting your mind to picking faces out of the crowd surrounding you and Aaron was getting increasingly harder with every step you took together. This was your first time being undercover with the BAU, and you really couldn’t fuck it up. Being the newest agent meant you felt the need to constantly be proving yourself. You needed to fit in and be good at the job.

So why were you letting yourself be distracted with the way your boss’ hand wrapped around you waist?

You and Hotch and been pulled to attend the gala at the local country club somewhere in the middle of New Jersey. The unsub had been targeting well-off, “taboo” couples. The first victims had been a married couple who were swingers, and the second had been a couple made up of a woman and her therapist. That was when the team was called in. Before the BAU had even landed, the third set of victims were a polyamorous trio. All of the couples had at least one member who was a member of a luxurious club: country clubs, yacht clubs, etc. They had been drugged, presumably by the unsub, well before the murders. However, it was appearing to be that the victims took the drugs by choice.

As the team was building their profile and studying victimology, the pattern had revealed itself. Reid set up a geographical profile with the murder sites and the clubs and found the one the unsub would be likely to come to next.

So, now, here you were. Swaying in an elegant gown with your older boss at a country club gala. A decent enough age gap was something that would be enticing to the unsub. Picking you and Hotch was the obvious choice as it would be believable. The youngest female on the team with the second oldest. Rossi would’ve been too old, the act wouldn’t have been believable. Morgan had even made a comment about how good you and Hotch looked together.

“A grey SUV just pulled up,” Prentiss informed through your ear piece. She was acting as security at the front, watching out for the car that had been spotted at the crime scene for the last couple. Hotch’s hands got tighter around your waist.

You would never know, and he would absolutely never admit, but he had been distracted as well. Your chest was pressed against his and your fingers had absentmindedly been playing with his hair from where they were wrapped around your neck. He had begun to feel relaxed in your arms, as if he was playing out a scene had been fantasizing about for a while. Maybe he had been, if he was honest.

Outside, Emily watched as the SUV drove around the back. There were undercover officers posted at all entrances. She informed everyone of its location and began to make her way inside.

It didn’t take long for the unsub to get inside. Officers had been told to let him in, but keep a very, very close eye. They couldn’t arrest him without any real proof. The plan was for him to get you to the SUV, where you would see all the drug memorabilia. The working theory was that was his rouse, getting the couples to have a ‘good time’ after earning their trust. Then, he’d take them to the murder site. His entrance sent you and Hotch into action.

You two danced for a little longer, showing off that you were a couple. Aaron had pulled you impossibly closer. “You ready?” He whispered in your ear with a fake smile. To any outsider it would look as if he was telling you sweet nothings. You responded with a curt nod, smiling as well.

You pulled away from him, “let me go grab us drinks, honey.” You put on a show, disappearing to the bar that Morgan was perched at. Hotch watched the unsub make his way over to you. The rouse had worked. He spoke your last name into his hidden mic, instructing you to be ready. You nodded, moving to be on the same side of the bar as Morgan. Being closer to the team made you feel safer.

It didn’t take long for there to be a tap on your shoulder. When you turned around, you were face to face with the unsub. The devolving unsub, who was murdering women he thought were like you. “Hello, ma’am,” he sounded so polite, it made you sick to your stomach. Hotch had begun moving closer, hand on his gun. “Are you here alone?”

“Uh,” you hesitated with fear for just a second, “no, I’m not. I’m here with my husband.” The unsub let a ‘hmm’, eyes scanning your arm, down to the ring you had put on your hand. He nodded, reaching for it. Your face twisted up, “what are you doing?”

“I bet that ring was expensive,” you could see the crazy in his eyes, “your husband must’ve worked for it.” Falling back in to your role, you let out a giggle. “Hardly, he’s a CEO. He does relatively no work and brings home the big bucks. That’s why I love him!”

“I bet he buys you a lot of nice things,” the unsub encouraged. It was as if hearing about the fake sugar daddy arrangement was turning on him on. “Oh he does! He always make sure I’m taken care of!” You were really selling it. You wanted him to think he could trust you. You needed to get thay invitation to the car.

The unsub took a step closer, and Morgan rose from his bar stool, just a few feet away. “Everything okay here?” He interrupted, trying to egg the unsub on. You went to tell him everything was fine, but the unsub took the bait.

“No!” His voice roared, pulling you into his arms. You could feel the cool press of a gun against your temple. “This isn’t okay! She’s a whore!” He was shaking, and you were trying your best to stay calm.

You were quickly surrounded by all the undercover officers that had been in the room. No civilians were allowed in, and everyone was wearing a vest. It was a dangerous setup, so safety was prioritized. Everyone’s guns were pointed at the unsub, but your brain didn’t understand that. It felt like you were being held at gunpoint by a million and one people.

“Easy, man,” Morgan coaxed. Your eyes stayed locked on his, trying to ignore the gun pressed against you and the arm that was squeezing your neck. “You gotta let her go.”

You stopped listening as Aaron’s face appeared behind Morgan. He was not pointing his gun, and he was looking right at you. You knew he was trying to calm you down with his intense stare. It was working.

It felt like you were in his arms forever, and you couldn’t hear what was going on. But you were released, pushed on the ground as the local police moved into cuff the unsub.

When your knees hit the ground, you started crying. You couldn’t hold back the tears as they began to fall. That wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to invite to the SUV, to do drugs. That’s what had happened with all of the other couples. Once you got him on the drug charge, the local police could get him for everything else.

“I’m sorry,” Aaron rushed to pull you into him, “I’m so sorry.” You didn’t want him to blame himself, but you couldn’t find any words as you sobbed. You just shook your head, letting him pull you into his arms. You gripped him as if your life depended on it. All the fear you had felt was surfacing and your body began to shake.

“You’re okay,” he soothed with a warm hand circling your back, “I’ve got you.” You two stayed like that until your tears subsided. Then, he reached out a hand, helping you get to your feet. To your surprise, he reached forward and wiped the tears from your eyes. His hands didn’t leave your body until you were in the back of an ambulance, getting your neck checked out from the unsub’s tight grip. He watched with worried-ridden eyes.

Aaron tucked himself into the back corner of the jet, not wanting anyone to engage with him. He felt so fucking guilty for everything had happened. How had he not seen it? Why did not he not interrupt the plan? You shouldn’t have ended up in that position, and it was his fault you had been.

His thoughts were racing and his eyes were focused on his shoes. Everyone else filed in, taking note of his seating choice. No one bothered him, until you came in. You placed yourself in the seat directly across from him, not saying anything.

It wasn’t until the jet took off that he even allowed himself to look you in the eyes. He didn’t deserve to, he knew that. “Aaron,” you started with a sigh, “please don’t do this.” He shook his head, dismissing your words. “I put your life at risk.” His voice sounded so desperate. He tried to not look at the bruise on your neck.

“That’s part of the job,” you spoke as you reached forward to grab his hands. “I put my life at risk every time we go in the field.” To your surprise, he let you hold his hands. “But this plan was stupid. We should have never even thought of it, let alone let follow through on it. There were other ways to catch him.” His voice was jaded, clearly angry at himself.

“But who knows how many more victims? Hotch, we got him. That’s what matters. We got him and we all made it back on the jet.”

“Aaron,” he said. Your face twisted up in confusion. “Please, keep calling me Aaron.”

“Aaron,” you gasped out, letting your thumb rub over his hand, “I’m okay.” You smiled at him, reinforcing your point. “I’m really glad you are.” He admitted, his grip on your hand getting tighter. “I don’t think this is appropriate, but I’d like to take you dancing for real. To say I’m sorry.” You let a little gasp, surprised at his words.

Your cheeks were heating up as your eyes scanned his face to make sure he was serious. Once you concluded he was, your face lit up into a wide smile. “Consider it a date.”

[kumezyzo]

Hey! Love all your work, could you do a scene where sapnap and reader are roommates for a while and eventually he kisses them on a random night and they’re super awkward cute the day after😭😭 sort of like a new girl jess and nick type thing

tysm!!

so, ive literally never watched new girl 😭😭 but i hope this is to your standards 😊

this is me after writing it... i made it more angsty before the fluff. please forgive me 😭😭

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

you and roommate!sapnap started rooming together as to be able to pay rent. you met through a mutual friend who knew you were both looking for a roommate. neither of you are friends with this person anymore, tho lol

when you moved in together, you kinda avoided each other and minded your own business. you knew he was a gamer because who else stayed up that late yelling into a mic. but it was fine because he paid for a large part of the rent.

then, one night, the power went out.

you heard a knock on your door as you tried to flick your desk light back on. you got up and opened the door in confusion.

"hey, did your power go out too?" sap asked, peering into your room with his hands playing with the hem of his hoodie.

"yeah, i guess," you said, stepping out to look around the apartment. he followed after you as you took note that the microwave and oven were both missing the blinking green time.

"shit, i thought i did something," he joked, looking around awkwardly. you gave him a pity laugh, moving to go back to your room. he followed behind you. "did you wanna... hang out? my pc died, and i don't really have anything else to do..."

and that started the more-than-acquaintances relationship between you and roommate!sapnap. you two went out for a walk in hopes of coming back when the power came back and had a normal conversation for the first time. and as time went on, you got closer.

quarantine was definitely the turning point for you and roommate!sapnap. you were spending the most time together and truly enjoying eachothers company. and that's when it was hard for him to hide his streaming from you.

roommate!sapnap made sure to ask if you wanted his stream to know about you and respected whatever decision you made. and when his viewers learned you were his roommate, they truly started to love you from your few appearances.

and obviously, that led to roommate!sapnap telling you about dream and george. they already knew about you... and he got to introduce you to them over Discord. he was glad to see you get along with them.

you and roommate!sapnap even started cuddling when you'd watch movied together. it started off with you sharing a blanket. then you would lean on his shoulder. then his arm would naturally curl around your waist.

but then the months of this bliss ended. and roommate!sapnap told you he was dropping out of college.

"so... i was thinking..." he trailed off as you took your last bite of your burrito bowl. it was his idea to get Chipotle for dinner.

"mhmm?" you hummed playfully, urging him to continue.

"i was thinking about dropping out..." he said, looking at your face diligently for a reaction. your chewing stopped abruptly as you stared at him blankly for a moment. then you looked away, swallowing your food. it suddenly turned sour.

you took a sip of your water, "when did you come up with this?"

"I'm making more money now than i would if i finished school," he shrugged, looking away from you. "and... dream asked me to move in with him."

"and... you said yes?" you asked, sadly. he nodded. "wow, you ready to get rid of me so soon." you joked, smiling painfully at him.

"no, no," he immediately denied, catching you off guard. he moved closer to you. "i really like living with you. like... really like it."

you smiled at him softly now, "well, it was a nice run then." he nodded solemnly, and you began to get up slowly, throwing away your trash.

when you started to walk back into your room, roommate!sapnap grabbed your wrist. it was a suprise when he lightly pulled you closer to him. your stomach erupted into butterflies being so close, face to face with him.

"i like you," he basically whispered. you searched his eyes to see if he was lying. but it didn't seem like he was. "i just needed to tell you that..."

you nodded, your eyes on his lips. and before you could think, your lips were against his. and you weren't sure who started it. all you knew was that you liked how soft his lips were. they were as plump as you thought they'd be.

then, roommate!sapnap pulled away and looked at you with a dazed expression before pecking your lips again and running off to his room. he left you sufficiently surprised and conflicted.

the next morning, you were sure you had dreamed it all up. but then you remembered how he was truly planning on moving to florida. and he kissed you, and you weren't sure if you could see him again so soon.

you walked out of your room to go to the bathroom, heat rushing through you when you passed his door. when you brushed your teeth, you felt a pang of hurt looking at his toothbrush, knowing it would be gone if he did leave.

and you were more than surprised when you saw roommate!sapnap already in the kitchen, drinking from a half empty water bottle. you both froze, remembering the kiss you shared just the night before. you gave him a nod of acknowledgment before starting on your morning coffee.

you knew he was staring at you as you poured yourself your morning coffee. your face was hot, and you felt every slight movement he made. you sat away from him, scared that if you got any closer, you'd maybe scare him away.

but roommate!sapnap decided he should say something to ease the silence.

"about the kiss..." he started, and you glanced at him briefly, trying to engulf yourself in the brewed drink. "i didn't hate it..."

you felt more butterflies in your stomach, starting batting against your ribcage. "i... didn't either."

he nodded, although you barely saw it out of the corner of his eye. "did you want to... do it again... maybe...?"

roommate!sapnap you couldn't stop kissing you after you gave him the greenlight. you giggled against him when he groaned something along the lines off, 'i was dreaming about this all night.'

but he truly couldn't stop after that day. it was easy with the cuddling and the night walks and talks. but he was actually moving out soon. so he took it upon himself to make a real move.

"will you be my girlfriend?" he asked you randomly as you two cleaned up the snacks you laid out for movie night.

you turned to him, shocked. "i thought... aren't we... isnt that what this is?"

his eyebrows furrowed as he thought for a second, a pout forming on his lips as he crossed his arms. you laughed, walking over to him and planting a peck on his lips.

"i would love to be your girlfriend," you told him, making him look away shamefully. "took you long enough to ask."

he rolled his eyes playfully, "whatever," he laughed, kissing you deeply.

although it was an end of an era, you both knew it would work out. you two would make it work out.

i lowkey hate this so much. i hope you enjoyed it, tho. -Nony

p.s. free palestine