#instead of trying to make me second guess if i should be so harsh on my abuser and keep my arms closed entirely maybe

[snekdood]

i think im allowed to assume someones consuming their kinks in a harmful-to-others way if I have first hand experience with them sexually abusing me, personally.

[thesummerpetrichor]

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂

Father in law!Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader

Summary: Your soon to be husband leaves you at the alter, but you should have guessed since the practice seemed to run in the family. It’s hard to be upset however, when his father comes to repent for not only his own but his son’s wrong doings. Aka fiancé’s dad Javi fucking you in your wedding dress after his son ditches you at the altar.

Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI you will be blocked. Minimal editing, unspecified but thicc and legal age gap, infidelity, daddy kink, heavy breeding kink, insane dirty talk, toxic father son relationship, reader is delulu, praise kink, petnames, sex in front of a mirror, veil pulling??, a few spanks, creampie, Javi fucks you into the mattress, unprotected P in V [don’t do it!!]. Let me know if I missed anything 🫶.

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Literally just porn without plot, lotsa fucking, I want father in law Javi. Minimally edited lmao I just banged this out Can’t wait for you to read it!! Hope you enjoy, nasties! Mwah!

Masterlist

You rich and I'm wishin', um

You could be my mister, yum

Delicious to the maximum

Chew you up like bubble gum

You love me, he wants me

I think I want you too

Best day of your life- yeah, what a fucking joke. But what were you expecting? Ditching people at the altar seemed to run in the family. Okay, maybe that was a bit of a harsh assessment of the Peñas, especially Peña senior, who, despite all you had heard of him from your ex fiance, had always shown you kindness. 

The thing is, it becomes really fucking hard to be charitable to a family when their son humiliates you infront of the entirety of Texas. Leaves you high and dry on the steps of the biggest church in town in your great grandmother’s silk dress. It becomes even harder when you learn his mother had been in on it all along, sparing you not even a little apology, or a comforting embrace after her son's little getaway plan had been revealed. 

Instead of extending you a supporting hand, she ran away to make sure her baby boy was okay, and that this entire ordeal hadn’t taken a toll on his emotional and psychological well being. 

How thoughtful. 

Of course, you were the pathetic one– unable to look anyone in the eye, sobbing on your fathers shoulder till you couldn’t breathe any longer. So distraught and unwell even getting out of your wedding attire seemed impossible. It only made you feel even more pathetic. At some point you ended up curling up in your hotel bed, still in the “happiest day of your life” outfit, and pleading for some time alone from your friends and family to wallow in your own suffering. 

You would eat your feelings in the from of the apology chocolates the hotel had complimented for you, but you couldn’t manage to even do that without feeling like a total fucking looser. 

After all that had transpired, and after years of hearing nothing but sour things about your soon to be father in law, safe to say you were surprised to see him at your hotel room door at midnight as the ambassador the family seemingly sent to smooth things over. 

For it being only your second time meeting the man, this was far from the most opportune scenario. In fact, him showing up all sorrowful and apologetic for his shitty excuse of a son, in his navy blue suit and loose tie, made your already pathetic day all the more difficult to get through. 

Your whole relationship you had blamed every fault of your boyfriend on his absent, detached father. You’d heard plenty about the lack of childhood visits, quality time, and playing soccer that had plagued your partner’s life, and had found it quite easy and comforting to pile on every relationship problem you ever came across as the consequence of Javier Peña’s lack of responsibility and good parenting. 

What you didn’t expect, was to find that Javi Peña was a whole lot more normal and level headed than you anticipated. He was just a guy trying to make a good living and provide for his family. Sure, he was a little bit reserved, but he was only ever warm and sweet and even quite chatty with you. To be frank, you should have seen your boyfriend’s shitty behavior as a consequence of his insufferable mother from a mile away. God knew you weren’t expecting Peña Sr. to be the better of your two soon to be in laws. 

That being said, you would have never expected to be on your hands and knees, on what was supposed to be your marital bed, being pounded from behind by your ex soon to be father in-law. 

Because that's where you are now, eyes rolling to the back of your head thanks to the most intense pleasure you've ever felt. The drag of Javis cock against your walls has been building a steady heat in your belly, the stretch of him so perfect and delicious it has you pushing your hips back to meet his every thrust. 

Any other day a man like him wouldn’t have needed much to woo you– with his cut jaw, handsome features and those chocolate brown eyes you wished his son had inherited. Safe to say on a day like this one it took even less, just a few rubs on your back, a hand smoothing over your head and trailing down your waist, a few “pretty girls” and “poor things” and some fucking sympathy from someone from your boyfriends sorry family. 

Fucking pathetic. 

But Javier knows his son is pathetic, knows he is a good for nothing moron who doesn't even know what he was losing out on when he walked out on you.

“He’s a fuckin fool- look at this tight little pussy, squeezin’ me so fuckin good. Bet he didn’t fuck ya like this, huh baby? Didn’t make ya cum over and over, make ya scream… stupid fuckin boy..” Javier’s grip on your hips tightens on hearing your moan, and he curses under his breath when your pussy flutters around his cock. 

Your legs are threatening to give out under you, your knees tender from how long you've been leaning on them. Javier’s hand moves to grip the fabric of your veil, using it to pull your head back and make you face the mirror that's been teasing you all evening. “Look- Look at ya- fuckin cryin’ on my cock. ‘S the only reason ya’ shoulda’ be cryin’ in this pretty dress..” With drooping eyes you're faced with your own reflection– stains from your mascara running down your face now less thanks to the sorry of the afternoon and more thanks to the way Javi’s cock has been nudging your sweetspot. 

You watch your tits spill out of your beautiful silk dress, the fabric now disheveled and a far cry from the sophisticated, simplistic garment it once was. You can barely recognise it, but then again you can barely recognise your own reflection. “Look at that pretty little body- fuckin made for me.” 

“Yours-” you cut yourself off with a gasp, Javi’s hands squeeze your hips and your cheeks set ablaze at the way he looks at you when you catch it in the mirror. The whole sight is so debauched and depraved– you on your hands and knees for a man who could easily be mistaken for your father. But somehow it's even dirtier- the possibility of your ex finding out sends you into overdrive. 

The silk of your dress brushes against your hot skin, flipped lewdly up to reveal your bare ass, bunched at the waist, the straps drooping and threatening to fall. Javi pulls the zip down even further, watching as it hangs off your body, draped like fabric from a 15th century painting. 

Javi’s voice calls your attention back to the present moment, lewd words showing you he doesn't hold back the way his son does. “Gonna fill this tight little cunt up..” The stretch is so delicious between your legs, you feel the steady throb continue to tighten the coil inside you and you can’t help but moan. “Yeah, you want that? Want daddy to put a baby in you?” the thought makes you shiver, that name makes you shiver, has your cunt clenching around his cock. What an image- you, belly round with your father in laws child, well, your ex father in law. Unlike his son you were sure he would be the perfect husband, would bend you over ever surface in your picket fence house and fuck you just like he’s doing now. 

Deep, and hard and fast, just like you need it. Just like you've always needed it.. 

“Please daddy, want your babies, wanna be yours…” Your voice is so broken and wrecked you're afraid he can’t understand what you're even saying. To be honest you can’t be bothered much, it feels so good, his thick, hard cock feels so good pounding between your thighs there's little else you can keep your mind on. 

“Yeah? you like that sweetheart? we can play house..” you nod your head and his hand tightens its grip around your veil, exaggerating your movements, bending you to his will. “Wanna play house with daddy? can be my pretty little wife” you fist the sheets, pushing back against him with his every thrust. You do want that, you’ve always wanted that. And what better person to do it with. Sure, his wife always complained about how he was never around, but that's looking a lot more like a her problem– especially with the way Javi’s tip continues to kiss your sweet spot. 

“Yes daddy, please..”  

Javier lets go of your veil, and pushes his palm between your shoulder blades, forcing you down into the mattress till your cheek is pressed against the warm, fluffy duvet. One hand keeps you there, the other lands a quick spank to your ass and kneads at the flesh with a newfound desperation. “Won't be able to even say his goddamn name after I'm done with ya. Stupid boy doesnt know how to treat a pretty thing like you– so sweet, so gorgeous, so fucking smart. Too fucking good for him.” 

With your lips parted and breathing heavy you drool onto the covers, letting Javi pound you into the mattress and overshadow every other thought that dared cross your head earlier in the day. If his plan is to make you forget about anything that isn't him, it sure is working. You don't think you’d even want to sound out his incompetent son’s name after he’s done with you. 

As if he can read your mind his voice calls from behind you. “Want ya to be drippin with me.” the wet schick of his cock fucking into your tight, wet, hole reminds you of just how needy you are for him, and the prospect of having him dripping out of you– down your thighs, between your legs, leaving you all messy for him to come back and do it all over again, drives you absolutely insane. 

“He’s fuckin useless, just like his ma. But look at you, so fucking tight ‘round me, making all those pretty sounds, she fuckin’ wishes she was you.” His words have your cunt squeezing around his cock, and a lewd, pornographic moan slipping past your lips. “My girl’s gonna be the perfect lil’ mamma, aren’t ya, so fuckin’ pretty.” You would certainly like that- in fact you’re almost surprised with how appealing it sounds to you. 

“Gonna be perfect for you daddy, only for you.” your dress rides up even further, the front slipping further down. 

“Thats my fucking girl.” That growl of his sends shivers down your spine– possessive, and confident and dripping like honey from his lips. It was almost like it could send you over the edge by itself. The lewd creaking of the bedframe fills the room, the sound of skin on skin driving you wild. The way he handles you– firm and deft but gentle and passionate, it's nothing like his son. 

He’s nothing like his son. 

“Yeah, bet it feels good don’t it, bein’ fucked by a real man? Feel daddy so deep in ya? Nothin ever been that deep before, huh..” You shake your head ‘no’ and he coos at how pathetic you must sound, barely able to make a coherent sound, forget string together a whole sentence. 

“Make me go fuckin’ crazy, babygirl.” 

What he says is fucking filthy, there’s no denying, no justifying it. It makes you squirm, makes you even wetter, makes you want him even more. 

“Think you wanna go back to him? With daddy’s cum drippin between those pretty thighs, show him how a real man treats his girl?” 

“Gonna make ya beg him to stay, gonna talk some sense into him, just so daddy can have ya all to himself, ain't that right? You gonna sneak into daddy’s room in the middle of the night? All wet an’ achy? Beggin’ daddy to fuck ya how ya need?” 

“Wanna run away with me baby, live in a perfect little house, let daddy give ya his babies, fuck ya full’ve my cum every single night?” 

His hands roam your body, smoothing over your hips, reaching forward to squeeze at your breasts, pinching and kneading the flesh. He bends down to trail light kisses along your spine and the feeling is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Your head twists side to side against the sheets as you squirm, each sensation like it's heightened to the maximum, the heaviness and the throb between your thighs at an all time high. 

You know you're close, you can’t hold it off much longer. Your cunt squeezes and your toes curl. You also know Javi won't last, you can feel him pulse against your swollen walls, can feel the way he desperately thrusts into you, pushes you further down against the mattress, grips your skin with that renewed fervor, with the desperation of doing anything to hold on to the incredible sensation. 

“Come for me, babygirl, come for daddy, show daddy how much ya needed this, show daddy how bad ya need his cock.” 

Your legs part even further under you, if that's even physically possible, your entire upper body being smashed into the mattress. You call out Javi’s name, followed by a string of desperate, strained, whiny daddy daddy daddy’s. 

With a strangled moan that's partially muffled by the covers you come undone, your head spins and your heart pounds in your chest, you feel yourself gush and clamp down around his cock. You feel Javi’s hips stutter behind you and his cock throb against your wet walls. The feeling only prologues and intensifies your orgasm, your body going slack and eyes rolling back into your head. 

“Please daddy, need your cum, please, give it to me..” 

Javi’s groans catch your attention as you come down from your high, still reeling from the aftershocks when you feel his cock twitch inside you and paint your walls with his hot spend. Your words are strained and slurred, but they clearly get the job done. You shiver and press your ass back against him to meet his stuttery, sloppy thrusts, and bite your lip when you feel him tighten his grip on your hip, feel him land a final spank to your ass for good measure as he slows down. 

You keep your ass in the air, face still pressed against the mattress as Javi pulls out. You hear him mutter a few strained curses under his breath as he does, and catch him looking between your legs to see his spend obscenely leak out of your used hole. He reaches his fingers to rub against your messy folds and you whine, feel him gather up your juices and push them back inside your cunt in a way that has you almost cumming right there again. 

Your dress is still pooled at your waist and he unzips it entirely, sneaking his hands under your thighs and flipping you over and yanking you towards him. 

“You really want daddy’s babies?” Your head falls back against the bed when you feel his hand cup your cunt, rub your messy, swollen folds with the calloused tips of his fingers. You barely manage to nod. 

“Then I ain’t done with ya yet pretty girl.” You tilt your chin to catch his gaze, now in nothing but your stupid little wedding veil. You’re not sure about the best day of your life, but this sure as hell contends for one of the best nights. 

You can be my daddy tonight-night-night

I'm neon phosphorescent

Open like a Christmas present, oh

You can be my daddy tonight-night-night

If you're seeking heaven

Then you wanna come and get it alright

Be my daddy tonight

What's up what's up

What's up what's up

Be my daddy be my daddy

Be my daddy be my, be my daddy tonight

AHHHHH feel like I’m going to hell for this one. Thanks so much for reading!! Please please please let me know what you think. I’d love to know your thoughts!!! Thank you to everyone who engages with my work, you keep me writing!! 💗🐝

[klausysworld]

Can you do a story where reader has been bullied her whole life from Caroline and she’s always been the second choice, since klaus came into town she’s always had a crush on him and he knew about it , when the ball came around and klaus took Caroline instead of yn she was really upset and Caroline could see that and humiliates her infront of everyone including klaus and klaus goes after her and comforts her you can choose what happens after thank you sm!!

I Could Never Compete

Caroline had always made a point of being better than me.

Whether it was turning my friends against me, taking cheer captain from me or stealing Tyler, my boyfriend from me. The worst part wasn't even that she did those things but that she did them just so she could publicly make fun of me for them.

"I mean, what are you even gonna do during the summer? It's not like she have any friends left." She'd make sure to say loud enough for Elena and Bonnie to hear, making them stare right at me. She told Elena that I tried to make-out with Matt whilst they were together and she told Bonnie that I was making fun of her for being abandoned by her mother. Neither were true, at all but I couldn't exactly prove it and Caroline only had to tell the lie to a few other people before everyone was believing it.

"Please, you've let yourself go. That's why you can't be captain anymore, just look at yourself. The whole squad knows it." She'd tell me in front of all the girls on the team and trying out for the team. It made me angry because I knew I was actually better than her in this but she made everyone think I was useless. I had been training years more than her, a hundred times harder. My diet was to make sure I could compete in cheer and dance, ballet specifically which she also had to get into and when we were little she pushed me over so my ankle was hurt and she could do swan lake instead of me.

"You didn't really think that someone could love you? Even like you when I'm in the picture? Tyler's stupid but he's not that thick. He has eyes and he has a dick and he knows what's better for both. I bet he didn't even want to touch you, you ugly pig." She spat. We were at a party and Tyler had tried to apologise to me but she cut in. Everyone went silent and watched as my face went red and my eyes blurred with tears. It was Stefan that lead me away, it was at his house after all. But I think he was the first person to imply that he didn't believe all of the things said about me and he told me that Elena had questioned the rumours to him. I should have been relieved that someone believed me but the effects had already happened and the truth probably wouldn't make my life any easier at that point so I just thanked him and went home.

I don't really know why I thought Klaus would be different, maybe because she already had Tyler and that should've been enough? Of course not.

But I didn't expect it from Klaus. He's over a thousand and surely much more mature than a teenage boy tempted by another girl. It hurt me when Tyler cheated, obviously it did, however I could make sense of that. I couldn't make sense of what Caroline could have said or done to make Klaus switch up so easily.

Especially with how he'd been.

I hadn't really loved Tyler but I think that I had actually fallen for Klaus. It wasn't just the drawings and the priceless gifts, but it was the way he looked at me and the softness he spoke with that he never seemed to use with anyone else. His touch was always just right, even when he was getting rough he was never forceful like Tyler got. He still knew not to grab too harsh or push too hard. There was something natural about being with him which made everything seem so effortless.

I guess I noticed him being a little different when his family was undaggered and awake but that was expected with the amount of stress he was under. Still, he had mentioned me meeting his mother and even told me about the ball.

There was no reason I wouldn't have gone.

I didn't have as much money as Caroline and Elena and Bonnie with their lovely big houses and hundreds of outfits. I wasn't struggling as bad as Matt anymore but I wasn't exactly stable either.

Which meant that getting a dress to be able to go to the ball and feel comfortable was really difficult for me but I made sure I did it so that I wouldn't embarrass him or myself in front of his family. I made sure not to eat the day before and the day of so that there was zero chance of bloating and I spent hours making sure I was ready before paying a taxi to take me.

I think I probably should have known something wasn't quite right when Klaus didn't even offer me a dress. Not in an entitled way but just because it was unusual for him not to. He told me he enjoyed knowing he had provided those nice things for me and that he liked knowing he was the reason for the smile on my face.

Again, the entire situation was so huge for him that I didn't expect things like that.

But I also didn't expect to walk in through those double doors and see his hand cupping her face and her gloved hands in his chest.

I could feel the lump in my throat forming, my heart racing and the humiliation already hitting.

Caroline turned her head, the loose pieces of curled hair swaying beautifully beside her face as she looked right at me, cruel smile on her lips and sadistic glint in her eyes. Klaus was still looking at her, probably admiring how the blue of the dress complimented her hair and eyes.

It was in that moment that everything she had ever called me felt real. I felt ugly, I felt cheap, I felt fat. I wanted my skin to peel off and reveal a completely different person, someone who could actually compete with Caroline's beauty.

I took a step back, ready to retreat home but I bumped into someone with a tray of champagne making the glass smash everywhere. I felt a piece dig into my ankle and it prompted a tear that was already waiting in my eye to finally cascade down my face.

When I glanced back up Klaus was hurrying toward me, his eyes holding that softness as both his hands went to my shoulders. I caught feel my breathe catching in my throat, barely escaping my chest as he tried to say something.

Caroline's hand was on his arm, pulling his hand away from me as she let out an amused scoff. "God. You literally can't get any more pathetic Y/N." She told me, her eyes scanning me over making her raise an unimpressed brow. "Ew." She stated simply. "Could have at least made an effort, no wonder he wants me-"

"Don't listen to a word out of her. Come on, love, we'll go upstairs and-" He tried to cut in but Caroline wasn't having it.

"Don't hush me. You invited me here. You gave me everything I'm wearing and you practically promised to help me take it off later." Caroline spat and I couldn't stop the cry that bubbled from my mouth. It physically hurt.

"Y/N!" I heard him yell but I wasn't there, I was outside, my heels in my hands as I went barefoot whilst running down the concrete. My breathing was fast and I refused to look back but that didn't stop him from appearing in front of me, his arms holding my against his chest as I tried to shove him off. "Please, love, please." He whispered, his tight firm so I couldn't move making me relent and just cry in his hold instead. My legs went and he was knelt on the cold floor, holding my up so the soles of my feet weren't still pressed against the tiny stones and chunks of dirt.

"Why would you bring her and not me?" I sobbed into his chest and his hands gripped me firmly.

"My mother had me invite her...I didn't imply it being anything other than platonic-"

"You gave her a dress and you held her face. You want her!" I yelled at him but he just wouldn't admit it.

"We're going to your house and I'm going to fix this, love." He told me, standing up and adjusting his hold on me before we were inside my house a second or two later.

He put me down and I was heading up stairs immediately but he was pulling me back and pleading me to sit down.

"I want out of this stupid dress, Klaus. I want it off, I want to burn it." I sniffed, my hand messily wiping the tear from my face.

"It's a beautiful dress." He whispered, his hands holding my waist so I couldn't leave. I looked up at him, his eyes as sad as mine as he leaned down to kiss my cheek and the corner of my mouth. "I shouldn't have invited her, I should have told my mother no. I should have sent you a dress and I should have picked you up myself. I'm sorry, I promise you that I'm sorry." He uttered, his hands sliding up to my face.

"I don't care that you didn't spend your stupid money on me." I whimpered and he looked down for a second.

"I know...I know, but I was going to and I didn't. I know it wouldn't have been easy for you to-"

"I handled it just fine. I got a dress and I got there, all you had to do was be there for me and you weren't, you were there with and for her."

"I wasn't. I don't want her, I don't ever even talk to her. I love you, you have to know that." His head was shaking as he spoke and his eyes were flickering between blue and gold.

"I can't compete with Caroline, Klaus, you know that." I whispered and his hand rested on the back of my head, pulling me close so our foreheads were touching.

"There is no competition. There never was and there never will be. You're mine, and I'm yours. We're gonna go upstairs and lay down and we'll stay there until you feel better, okay?" He murmured, pulling me along with him making me stumble at the reminder of the splinters in my skin and the glass by my ankle. "Fuck. Okay, c'mere." He mumbled, picking me back up and taking me up the stairs and putting me down on the bed.

"Laying here isn't going to make anything better, Klaus." I sighed, trying to ignore the pain as he grabbed the tweezers from my drawer and cleaned me up.

"Then we'll go somewhere, we'll go to Europe and I'll take you to France and Greece and Spain- Italy!" He listed, clearly getting more and more stressed as he bit his hand and let the blood drip into a glass of water, his finger swirled it round before he was urging me to drink it, holding my legs in his hands to watch the wounds disappear.

"I don't care about those places, I just cared about you." I sniffled and he frowned, laying down beside me and pulling me onto him.

"You still care about me now. I know you do and some stupid girl isn't ruining that. I don't love often but I love you and you're not going anywhere." He stated, no room for argument as his tone got colder.

His eyes resoftened when he looked back at me and he just wouldn't let go of me until I told him it was okay.

I wondered if it had been any other girl, if I would have felt as bad as I did now. Was there something wrong with me? Or was Caroline just that perfect?

[wild-jackalope]

summary :: Yuji decides to take his friends lack of sex life into his own hands (quite literally).

warning :: Normal AU, Yuji is extremely forward (highkey yandere), fingering, hand job, public sex, jealousy, also fighting.

note :: collage/univeristy AU. Reader and Yuji are in their second years of studying. This took way longer than what I thought it would.

“Who’re you texting?” Yuji asked.

“Nobody.” You giggled.

“C’mon, tell me.”

“This guy.” You grinned, tapping away at your phone. “He’s taking me out tonight.”

“Oh yeah, where’s he taking you?” Yuji asked, hands hidden deep in his pockets, peaking over your shoulder at the phone in your hands.

“Stop looking Yuji.” You twisted your body away from him, but he followed you.

“Come on, I should know where you’re going. What if this guy is a total jerk?”

“He won’t be,” You sigh, shaking your head. “He might even be the one.” You simply state. Though, ‘the one to take you to bed’ might’ve been a better description.

“You seriously think that?” Yuji’s tone goes limp, but his face still hangs a smile.

“You know that fancy place next to KFC? On the main road?” He nodded. “We’re going to be eating there.”

“That’s crazy, ‘cause I’m going to that KFC with Choso tonight.” He turned from your gaze. A telltale sign of fibbing that caused you to lift your brow.

“That so?” You asked, elbowing his side. He shrugged then nodded, his lips threatening to grin. “I can take care of myself, you know.” You added.

“You think so?” He jested, however the comment struck a heart string.

“Yes. Don’t you?” You carefully questioned.

He choked on your serious tone. “I, I guess. Well, maybe? You’re not super strong.”

“But I’m not a baby. I’m not helpless.”

He seemed to find that implication funny, because he laughed. “Is that why you call me when you’re scared to walk home in the dark?”

“Yuji that’s— that’s different. I’ve been talking to this guy, I know him.”

Seemingly confused by how this conversation lead to you being offended but not willing to back down he commented again. “Then why have I never heard about him?”

“You’ve never heard of him because I don’t like telling you about this stuff.” You added, softer, retracting your lips into a thin line when you saw how it made Yuji’s eyes narrow.

“Why not?” He asked, now taking offence himself.

“Because you mess things up for me.” You broke contact with his eyes, darting down to his shoes. “I don’t like being upset with you, Itadori, let’s just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

“Don’t call me by my last name.” He stated. You hiccuped at his harshness. "I just don't want you to waste your time on trash men."

Yuji had, without a doubt, been a stain on your dating life and by proxy, your sex life. Most commonly, he’d stall you to make you unfashionably late to a date. Other times he’d ask you to cancel them and spend time with him instead. Most recently he’d made the impression that you two were already a couple to a boy that pucked up the courage to tell you, you were cute.

It felt like you were being suffocated by his attention, and starved of other men’s.

“I need to leave soon, Yuji, let’s finish hanging out and not let this ruin our fun.”

Despite his unusual clinginess, you hated to fight with him.

“You know Itadori has the hots for you, right?” Nobara grimaced.

You laughed. “Don’t be stupid. He’s literally my bestie.”

“Just because you feel that way, doesn’t mean he does.” She warned. "Don't you see the way he clings to you? The way he hates when you hang around me or Megumi?"

"I guess. He's just like that though."

"He's like that for you, girl."

"But I feel that way about him, too. I don't love it when he spends all his time with his brother, or watching movies. I prefer when we hang out." Nobara stared at you with narrow eyes and an expression that could only be described as her trying to figure out if you were dumb, or just blissfully ignorant. Or both. "When you're super close with someone, that's just the way it is."

"Sure, girl. Sure."

To say Yuji was your friend would be an understatement. Best friend wasn’t quite right either. If there was another a higher title, it would belong to him. He was the first to call when you had some tea to spill, first to text when you didn’t know what to wear out, your go to man in an emergency.

To Yuji, the term best friend didn’t even come close to describing how he felt about you. You were his everything.

Later in the day, his phone pinged, you'd posted something. It was an image of you in a glimmering dress on your Instagram story. The hem ended just above your knees, and clung to your body like wet fabric.

The sight was utterly cloying, though his heart squeezed painfully to know you were dressed that way for a man he didn’t even know. He screenshotted the image, adding it to his photos.

What Yuji hadn't thought to consider, was the lace set hiding beneath the dress. You were hoping for the best. That was all.

Upon arriving to your date, you were greeted with an aloof ‘hello’, a small peak into how the rest of your date would continue.

Yuji hadn’t managed to convince his brother to join in stalking your date. Suggesting that he leave you to your date and that he shouldn’t get involved in your love life, citing that it’ll messy your friendship.

He promptly ignored Choso’s advice.

So, Yuji sat next door to your restaurant chewing on some hot chips with an unimpressed look on his face. He opened his photos, gazing at you in your dress. He swallowed thickly, forcing his phone down. He just wanted to be sure you were okay. That was it. He wouldn't get in the way. He'd rather see you with someone else, than be mad at him.

His churning gut seemed to disagree with that thought, though.

After being seated at a booth, you smiled kindly at your date. “How was your day?”

“Fine.” He answered curtly. You grimaced. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to suggest a last minute date to a guy you’d only been texting for a day (yes, you'd lied to Yuji about know him). But God you just wanted to get laid.

“What did you get up to?”

“Nothing much.”

This was going nowhere.

It had taken an hour before you’d finally given up on making conversation. You ate, spent some minutes in the bathroom to kill time, paid and left. How embarrassing, you'd come all this way and put so much effort into how you looked only to be blown off. It made you wish you'd been kinder to Yuji.

You picked up your phone, and sent a text to him.

‘Hey, did you end up eating next door? I’m finished with my date.’

‘I did yeah. How’d it go?’ He responded.

‘Average.’

Yuji’s chest filled. He'd been blessed with a second chance and now was his moment to swoop in and cheer you up.

You sat outside, the night air whipping at your exposed skin. You hadn’t prepared for the cold. A cardigan would’ve ruined your look, after all. You assured yourself before leaving that you’d be in a warm restaurant for half the night, then be spending the rest in his or your bed. There was no need to layer up.

Yuji spotted you, calling your name before taking a seat on the bench you sat at. “Hey, how’d you go?” He beamed. His brightness felt like a layer of warmth around your skin.

“Hey Yuji.” You sighed, finding his smile contagiously reaching your lips.

“Where’s the guy? Didn’t he wait for you?” He looked over the streets, glazing over the lack of strangers around.

“Nope.”

“What an asshole.” He pat your knee, leaving his hand there as a supportive contact.

"You can say it now." You murmured into the palm of your hands.

"Say what?"

"I told you so."

He chuckled, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t let it get you down. Yeah? His loss.”

“I know. I know.” You nodded, tiredly. “He’s not worth my time. I just- ugh.” You rubbed your eyes tiredly, not caring to maintain your eye makeup any longer.

“You’re really upset, aren’t you?” He asked, the hand resting on your knee clenched.

“Not for the reason you think, Yuji…” You shamefully murmured.

“So he wasn’t the one?”

“Of course not. I just… wanted to be with someone tonight.” You exhaled, letting the confession rise off your chest.

“You can be with me.” He added, a cheerful sombreness to his tone. “We’ll hang out.”

“Not like that, Yuji.” You cleared your throat. “I- uh. Never mind.”

“What?” He pressed, searching for the confession in your eyes. The hand cradling your knee edged inward to the softer side of your thigh, the movement went unnoticed by you.

“I’m- well.” You exhaled. The two of you were best friends, you could be honest with him. “I’m horny, Yuji. I haven't been able to get laid in forever because- well.” You reframed, now wasn’t the time to bring up an old argument. “I wanted to fool around with this guy.” You finished.

“We can do that too.” He cut, quickly. His hand fell further, you noticed only because it made you burn.

“What?” You shifted, but his hand still remained.

“That guy wouldn’t have gotten the job done. He was probably a loser.”

“Yuji- what did you just say?”

“If you just want to feel good, I can help.” Again his hand inched inward, now flirting with the hem of your dress. Your legs flinched open, the quick reflex tightened Yuji’s chest and his pants.

“Itadori…” You warned, though it passed your lips as a weak willed relent.

“Don’t call me by my last name.” He’d come so close now, breath patting your nape.

"We're in public." You huffed, eyeing his thick, tanned hand. His fingers cratered against your skin, kneading the flesh with a stunted hunger. He was attempting to be smooth, but he'd yearned for this too long.

"Nobody is around. Its dark. You said you're horny, didn't you? I can help. Let me help." He trailed further.

Yuji made contact to your clothed sex. His pinky finger pressed into you cautiously. You’d immediately lost all reserve. Your pussy grabbed at your brain, shoving away the regretful thoughts and forcing your legs to open wider.

With nothing but your body’s reaction to guide him, Yuji’s fingers began to rub up and down your cunt outline, focusing on the bump that was your clit.

“How does that feel?” He asked quietly.

“Weird.” You uttered, grasping at your own thighs, struggling to keep your legs open to him.

“Why?” He leaned closer.

“You’re my friend, Yuji.” You looked anywhere but at the boy.

“Why should that matter?”

You fumbled an answer. “Because friends don’t do this.”

“Some do.”

“But not us…” You drawled.

Yuji ignored you and nosed your cheek, closing in on your lips. By this point, he leaned so close that you had no room to back away.

His tongue licked your bottom lip and you grunted at the thought of it being further south. He swallowed the sound, having his free hand cradle your neck and pull you into him.

With a shameless passion, Yuji overran your mouth. His hand stunted at your pussy, his thoughts wrongly focused on your locked lips. You whined and he devoured that sound from you too.

“Yuji,” You pushed against his hard chest.

“Sorry.” He licked his lips, wiping away your shared saliva that lingered on the back of his sleeve. He gazed at the area covered by your dress. “Can I see?” He asked. Unsureness flashed in your gaze. "Please?"

You’d become completely obsequious to his advances. “Just for a second.” Anything to get him to start palming you again.

Yuji leaned, pulling up your dress and revealing the sight he’d only dreamed of. He moaned. You gaped, now keenly aware of your surroundings.

“Fuckin’ hot.” He murmured. The words made you gush.

Now his eyes couldn’t be ripped from your underwear, mentally taking screenshots to save for himself. He’d never need to watch porn again.

Another thought crossed his mind and his brow furrowed. He sat up, coming dangerously close to your face.

“You were going to let another guy see you like this?” His palm pressed hard against your clit. You twitched.

“You’re acting like I cheated on you, Yuji…” You wearily commented.

Shit, he’d almost ruined it.

He kissed your neck, running his tongue cross your pulse. It hadn’t completely distract you from his possessive question. “Maybe we should stop.” You whispered.

emphatically, his hand pushed past the fabric of your underwear. His index and middle finger parted around your clit, drawing this thick fingers down with your nerve bundle sandwiched between.

“Yuji!” You breathed, hands shooting to grasp his forearm.

“Shouldn’t say things if you don’t want them.” He murmured. His fingers dove to your entrance, pulling slick up and around your clit, rubbing the juices into your skin. “You want this, don’t you? Want me?”

You avoided the answer and his hand halted.

“Say you want me.” He uttered coolly.

Your hips stuttered, but Yuji didn’t budge. Holding you at orgasmic gunpoint, your lips parted. “I want you, Yuji.”

He continued with a new found passion, drawing his fingers up and down your clit with a kind pace, no longer tantalising you.

His lips pressed against your jaw and cheek until they found your mouth. He tongued you once more, loving the way you opened yourself to him and how he utterly devoured you. You couldn’t keep up with his passion.

Your legs clamped, but he pulled you open again with one hand, continuing to slide between your clit and eating the moans it ripped from you.

The orgasm hit you quickly, faltering fast through your legs and feet. You groaned into Yuji’s mouth, body going limp. His hand quickened, adding pressure to your suddenly raw clit. Your hips retracted.

“I came! I came.” You broke, tapping on his forearm. He halted, wide eyes gazing at your post-orgasm state. He wished he could’ve recorded every second of him making you cum.

You pushed against his forearm and, regretfully, he pulled his hand away from your sex. You watched with wide eyes as he brought his pruned fingers to his mouth and licked at the slick covering them.

You were too staggered to utter a word.

“Do you feel better now?” He asked.

“I, uhm, yeah.” You nodded, staring at the ground with glazed eyes. You'd just cum on the hand of your closest friend.

“Good.” He added.

“Yeah.”

Awkward tension stabbed at the both of you. As if knowing your thoughts would start to circle around regret, Yuji continued to speak. “I’ll drive you back to my dorm, we can hang out now that you're done with your date.”

“Okay, yeah. Sure.” You spoke breathlessly.

The ride home was ear ringingly silent.

Yuji couldn't find an excuse to talk and you were too booked out with the thoughts racing your mind to respond with anything but a 'mhm.'

Nobara was right. Yuji wasn't the type to help a friend get off just because, right? He must've liked you or at the very least lusted after you. Were you okay with either of those options?

Inside his dorm room, you planted yourself on his floor, mind still wrecked. He eased next to you, finding the words to break the glass-like silence.

Worry creased his face. He came onto you too soon, too fast. "Do you want to pl-"

"So do you like me?" You asked, eyes wide with tension.

"Yeah." He grinned shyly. "Wasn't that obvious?"

Yes. It was. It fucking was. You were just as blind as a deaf bat with cataracts.

"Do you... like me too?"

"I, I don't know." You threw your head back and grunted. "Shit."

"Don't stress, it's fine."

"Not really." You couldn't stop thinking about the fact he made you cum less than an hour ago and you didn't know if you liked him? You loved him, sure, but did you love him? He was handsome, funny, good with hands apparently. "How long?" You asked.

"A while." He scratched the back of his neck. "A long while, actually."

You were surely going to hell. Here your friend was, spilling his heart out to you and all you could think about was having his hands touch more of you. You couldn't help but eye his crotch, was he still hard from before? You couldn't tell.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked. Your eyes darted to his face.

"Well," You fiddled with your index finger. "You never got off, so I feel bad."

His cheeks flushed. "Me? No, that's fine. We should talk. Don't worry about that."

"Okay," Your hand slipped to his hip, resting on his side. "Keep talking, then." Hell for sure.

"Well I, uh, I always thought you were pretty," Your fingers skimmed over the elastic of his pants. "And hot." He added, eyes lidding.

"Does anyone else know?" You asked.

"Probably." He sucked in through his teeth as your hand began to retreat. "I mean, Fushiguro is pretty perceptive. I think Choso knows too."

You traced his v-line with your fingernail. He'd already gone hard.

"kugisaki, probably. Are you-?"

"Just keep talking. I'm listening."

"I… I realised maybe a year ago." You slipped a finger under his pants. "You started dating. I hated it. I thought I'd get over it but-" You raked through his pubes, inching closer to his shaft. He exhaled steadily. "I heard you started having sex. I tried to butt in whenever I could after that."

"Jealous." You stated, finally sliding over his dick.

"Big time." He attempted to steady himself again, hands clenching into white fists. "Was it good with them? The sex?"

"Don't ask stupid questions, Yuji."

"Fuck. Sorry." He exhaled. "We got super close, I just, needed more of you."

You gripped him and he rutted into your hand.

"Love you a lot." He huffed. You gripped him harder. "F-Fuck."

He fucked your hand carefully. Scared that if he did it too fast or hard, you'd let go and leave him. You joined in the motion, spreading the pre from his head over his shaft and pumping him.

He'd gone wordless, mouth hanging open whilst uttering gasping grunts. His eyes rolled to you, deep brown's watching you.

"Stop staring..." You muffled, hand covering your face.

"You're so beautiful." He grunts. "Kiss me."

You do, and just like before he pashes you with greedy intent. You pull away before he can kiss you too deeply, he follows you, grunting against your parting lips.

"Feel good?" You ask.

"Feels amazing, baby. A little faster, please." He bucks his hips again until you comply, stroking him quicker. "Perfect, that's perfect." His grunts become breathy, turning into weak moans.

You've never seen Yuji like this before, the only comparison being him puffed after working out too hard. But this, you've never seen. You loved every twitch of his body and every noise spurting from his mouth.

You rubbed your index finger over his head and his hand grabbed at your thigh, squeezing you hard. "Fuck." He cursed.

Tortuously, you began to focus on rubbing up and down his tip. His breaths became rapid, chest rising and falling ridiculously fast.

"Fuck baby, don't stop."

You mewled at pain his tight grip caused you and his dick twitched. You leaned against his shoulder pressing your face to his neck. "Love you, Yuji."

Those words sent him over the edge. He cursed again, louder than before and you knew by the way he squeezed your thigh it would bruise tomorrow. You felt hot spurts of semen leak onto your fingers as you let him fuck your hand until his orgasm passed and his loud curses settled into fucked out whimpers. He'd gone limp now, panting.

You let go of him, causing Yuji to utter another weak groan. Pulling your hand out, you gazed at his cum coating your skin.

He watched you bring it up to your mouth and lick some with the end of your tongue. He was suddenly hard all over again. He grunted at the arousal.

Salty, you thought.

"Let's date." He stated, still breathy. You opened your mouth to speak but he continued. "I don't have to be your boyfriend, not yet. We'll just go out. On dates."

"Yuji,"

"You could stay over more often, we could watch movies, cuddle." His eyes slipped over your cum covered hand. "We could do this more. You don't have to love me right away, but at least give us a shot. I-"

"Yuji, shush," You sighed, grinning. You laid against the floor, somewhat breathless yourself. "Let's date." You nodded.

He pumped a fist in the air, quietly uttering a victory. You laughed. "You're going to wish you fell for me sooner, I promise. You'll see what a good boyfriend I can be."

"So you are my boyfriend now?" You jested, raising a suspicious look at him.

"I will be." He stated. "You'll see."

[storiesforallfandoms]

change in a heartbeat ~ billy butcher;the boys

word count: 2523

request?: no

description: billy butcher is many things, namely an idiot, and he showcases that best after he finds out his girlfriend is pregnant

pairing: billy butcher x female!reader

warnings: swearing, angsty angst, mentions of abortions, use of y/n, pregnancy stuff, butcher being an idiot which like what else is new y’know?

masterlist (one, two, three)

I knew I was pregnant before the test came back positive. I never believed when women said that because it just seemed improbable, but I definitely knew. Besides noticing I had missed my period, I just felt off in a way I couldn’t describe. I guess I had to know, otherwise I wouldn’t have taken the test. And there it was, the two lines confirming my suspicions.

I always thought I’d be scared to get a positive result on a pregnancy test. I never thought I was ready to have a kid. But in that moment, I was overcome with joy. Sure, the thought of pregnancy and childbirth was still terrifying, but I was actually excited about having a baby; I was happy to be carrying Billy’s baby.

I knew he was coming over the day I took the pregnancy test. I had timed it so I could tell him the second he walked through the door. There was no way I would’ve been able to keep this to myself for long, and I knew it was something I had to tell him in person. The second I heard him opening the front door to my place, I was throwing myself into his arms, nearly knocking him over.

“Alright, what’s this then?” Billy chuckled.

“I have some news,” I told him. “Very good news, I think.”

“What is it then, love?”

I pulled the pregnancy test from my back pocket and presented it to Billy. I watched as his eyes looked over the plastic stick. My excitement started to turn to dread as I watched the amused look on Billy’s face disappear.

“Is this a bloody joke?” he asked.

I flinched at his harsh tone. That definitely was not the reaction I was expecting. “No, it’s real. I have another one in the bathroom if you want to watch me use it as proof.”

I was trying to make a joke to lighten the mood, but Billy’s face didn’t change.

“This is good news?” he asked, holding up the pregnancy test.

“It...is?” I definitely didn’t sound as certain as I had felt moments ago. “I thought so anyways. I thought...I thought you’d be happy, too.”

“Why the fuck would I be happy about a baby I don’t fucking want?”

His words cut through my chest like a knife. I took a step away from Billy. I felt tears welling in my eyes, but I tried to hold them back.

“Maybe I thought you loved me enough to want to have a child with me,” I countered.

Billy scoffed. “Oh, come off it (Y/N). This isn’t about how much I love ya. It’s about the fact that I don’t want kids, no matter who they’re with.”

“Well, I’m pregnant and it’s yours. So what are we going to do about this?”

I was hoping he’d say that I was right and he wanted our baby. I wanted him to apologize, and maybe even drop to his knees and kiss my belly to be a bit cliche. I wanted him to just accept this baby, that was it.

Instead, he asked, “Would you get an abortion?”

The dam finally broke and tears started to run down my cheeks. I snatched the pregnancy test back from Billy and held it so tightly that my nails and the plastic were digging into the palm of my hand.

“I think you should leave,” I told him, trying hard to keep my voice even.

“(Y/N) - ”

“No,” I cut him off. “You’ve made your decision and I’ve made mine. I want you out of my fucking house, now.”

“If you are going to get an abortion, I want to come with you.”

I shook my head. “I’d rather you not. In fact, I’d rather not see you at all.”

Billy nodded. I saw some hurt on his face, and I was glad I did. I hoped my words hurt him just as bad as his hurt me. Without another word, Billy went back out the door. Once it closed behind him, I sunk to the floor and let myself sob. I realized I was still holding the pregnancy test, so I tossed it as far away from me as I could.

Stupid fucking piece of plastic.

~~~~~~

Butcher’s POV

I looked down at my phone for the fifth time in about 20 minutes. I don’t know why I was still hoping to hear from (Y/N) after our last encounter. It had been days, nearly a week, and neither of us had spoken to the other. Not that I expected (Y/N) to be the one to break the silence.

“You still with us, Butcher?” MM asked. To say he sounded frustrated would be an understatement. I couldn’t blame him since this was the third or fourth time I had completely zoned out while he was explaining our plan.

“Yeah,” I lied.

They all knew it was a lie, but they weren’t going to call me out on it at this point.

MM started talking again, but it immediately became background noise to me. My hand inched closer to my phone again. I couldn’t stop myself. Even knowing it had been mere seconds since I checked last, I had to see if there was any messages.

There wasn’t.

“Butcher!”

“Fuck off, mate!” I snapped back. “Jesus Christ, can’t a man just check his phone?!”

They were all looking at me and it pissed me off. I wanted to punch all of them in their stupid fucking faces - except maybe Kimiko. She’d probably rip my arm off before I even touched her.

“What’s going on, man?” Hughie asked. “You’ve been irritable for days now.”

Damn that kid for being so perceptive, and for caring enough to ask.

“It’s nothing.”

“Is it about (Y/N)?” Hughie asked. “You haven’t mentioned her or brought her around in days.”

“I said it’s fuckin’ nothing!”

They all shared a look. MM asked, “What happened, man? Is she okay?”

My hands curled into fists. I took a deep breath in to try and calm myself. I may as well be honest with them if I was going to be snapping at them. “She’s pregnant.”

They were silent. Unsure looks crossed their faces, but once again, Hughie was the first to speak, “That’s...great. Isn’t it?”

“It would’ve been if I hadn’t told her to get rid of the baby.”

A chorus of “what?!”s rang out through the room.

“I thought you loved (Y/N), no?” Frenchie asked. “Would that not mean you should be happy that she is having your baby?”

“It is your baby...right?” Hughie added.

I restrained myself from snapping at him. Given Becca’s circumstances, it wasn’t a bad question. “Yes, it is, but this life I lead is not one for a baby. You should know that best, MM.”

“It’s hard to do what we do and have a kid, sure,” MM agreed. “I worry about Janine every second I’m not with her, but that’s how I was before we started chasing Supes. That’s called parenting, Butcher.”

“This is different, and you know it.”

MM raised an eyebrow at me. Christ, I hated that fucking face; like he could see right through into my head and read my every thought. I hated the lot of them for knowing so much. For caring. Everything was easier when I didn’t have so many people who were actually level headed and caring.

“Butcher, I say this with the utmost respect: you are a stupid motherfucker,” MM said. “I know what your concerns are, and I’m not saying that they’re not valid, but if you are going to let a woman like (Y/N) get away over your own worries without talking to her - and I know you haven’t told her the truth because I know you - then you are the dumbest motherfucker that I know.”

He was right and I knew that. It may be too late, but I had to talk to (Y/N) and tell her the truth. If she still decided we were over and she didn’t want to keep the baby, then I’d respect her decision. I just needed to talk to her at least.

I was moving towards the door before I really realized it. Frenchie called after me, “Where are you going?”

“To talk to (Y/N),” I responded.

“But the plan!”

I was out the door before Frenchie finished his sentence.

~~~~~~

(Y/N)’s POV

I wasn’t expecting anyone when a knock came at my door. Most people wouldn’t get overly paranoid about a random knock, but most people didn’t deal with psychopathic Supes. I didn’t make a move at first. Realistically, it it were Homelander, he wouldn’t knock. He’d break into my house and laser me dead before I even knew what was happening. That didn’t stop me from sitting completely still, trying to calm my pounding heart.

Another knock came and I reluctantly stood. I had a bat next to my door in case of intruders. My hand closed around the bad as I looked through the peep hole to see who it was.

To my surprise, Billy Butcher was stood at the other side of my door.

I debated on not opening it and letting him stand there until he gave up and left. But then he said, “I know you’re there, (Y/N). Just open the door.”

Reluctantly, I did as he said, but I didn’t take my hand off of the bat.

“I’m an idiot,” he said before I could speak. “I should’ve talked about my concerns when you told me you were pregnant, but instead I let myself get freaked out and say shit I didn’t mean. I know an apology isn’t enough, but I am so, so sorry, (Y/N).”

“What are you so concerned about?” I asked. I wanted to know his true feelings before I slammed the door in his face. It might be the closure I needed before I finally let go of this relationship.

“Can I come in so we can talk?”

I raised an eyebrow. “You’re lucky I’m letting you talk period. Don’t push your luck, Butcher.”

He nodded. “Alright, fair enough. I’m terrified of turning out like my old man.”

And just like that, nine words caused me to let down every guard I had put up the second I saw him through the peep hole. He didn’t have to say anything else, because that was enough to make me understand. But he went on anyways, “My father was a terrible fucking man, and my mum let him be terrible to me and to Lenny. I had no other older man to help me, to look up to. Lenny had me, and what did I do but go and leave him alone with that monster. And if I had no one else to take after but my dad, then how can I not turn out like him with my own kid? It’s never something I had to worry about when I was married to Becca, because I didn’t have that same level of anger and hatred as I do now after everything that’s happened to me because of those fucking Supes.”

Of course he was worried because of his dad. I should’ve realized that the second he started freaking out after seeing the pregnancy test. It didn’t make his reaction or his suggestion right by any means, but maybe if I had realized before then I could’ve gotten him to actually talk to me instead of kicking him out of my house.

But he wasn’t done. “And what’s to say that Homelander doesn’t do something to you and the kid once he realizes you’re pregnant? I took his son from him once, what’s to stop him from taking mine? I can’t guarantee you or the baby would be protected all the time, and I can’t lose someone else that I love to that fuckin’ cunt.”

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about that for a split second when I took the pregnancy test at first. Homelander had no morals. He wasn’t above hurting a child, or a pregnant woman, just to hurt Billy. But Billy and I had been together for over a year now and nothing had happened to me yet. I trusted him to protect me, and I trusted everything he had taught me to protect myself.

“I was a fucking idiot for everything I said before,” Billy said. “I wouldn’t want you to get rid of our baby, (Y/N). I don’t have a lot of good things in my life lately, but you are one of the best things. This baby would be one of the best things.”

I could feel myself getting choked up again. I cleared my throat and asked, “And what if I already got rid of it?”

“Then I’ll put another one in ya.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped my lips. It was the most Billy response he could’ve given.

I finally let go of the back and stepped aside. I motioned for him to come inside and he did without hesitation. I led him to the living room where I had just been sat before he showed up. I picked up my phone from the couch and opened it to play him the recording I had been listening to on repeat for days.

His brows furrowed together. “What is that?”

“It’s our baby’s heartbeat,” I explained. “When you go for an abortion, if you’re far enough along they’ll sometimes have you listen to the heartbeat before you make your decision. At first it just sounded like a bunch of noises to me, but when it kicked in that it was the heartbeat of my...our baby...I just couldn’t do it.”

When his eyes met mine, I saw that they were shiny with tears forming. I couldn’t remember ever seeing Billy Butcher cry in all the time I had known him.

“So...you’re still...?”

I nodded. “There’s still a bun in this oven.”

He had his hands on his face and was pulling me to him before the words were fully out of my mouth. His pressed his lips against mine. I balled his Hawaiian shirt in my fists and held him close to me. Everything felt right again. I finally felt whole for the first time in nearly a week.

“I’m so sorry, love,” he said when he pulled away. “I promise you, I will be here for you and for our baby. Every step of the way, I promise.”

“I believe you,” I said. “And I promise you that you will not be like your dad. I know you won’t. I trust you and I believe in you.”

He kissed me again before dropping to his knees in front of me. He pulled my shirt up enough to show my belly and pressed a kiss against the sensitive skin, tickling it a little bit with his beard.

“I’m going to protect you, kid,” he said. “I won’t let a soul hurt you. That’s a promise.”

[rosemariiaa]

~It Was Always You-

part 2

pairing- Paige x Azzi

don’t hate me for this 😣

summary: Paige and Azzi's relationship is complicated by misunderstandings and unspoken feelings.

warning: angst..like a lot

Enjoy!!!

Paige stared at the message thread on her phone, her thumb hovering over the screen, contemplating what she was about to do. It was late, past midnight, and she was alone in her room, the silence punctuated by the hum of her ceiling fan. Her heart was heavy, and the weight of her decision felt like a boulder pressing against her chest.

Paige had always known that whatever they had, it wasn’t set in stone. They weren’t officially dating, but there was something between them—something real and raw, since they were just teens. But now, it felt like sand slipping through her fingers, and she couldn’t bear to watch Azzi leave her for someone else, especially not for Nick.

She took a deep breath, her throat tightening as she typed out the words that had been swimming in her mind for days.

Paige: “I think we should stop this, Azzi. I can’t do this anymore.”

She hit send before she could second-guess herself, her heart hammering in her chest as she watched the message deliver. The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity, until finally, her phone buzzed with a reply.

….

Azzi: “What are you talking about, Paige?”

Paige clenched her jaw, her fingers trembling as she typed her response, her eyes stinging with the tears she refused to let fall.

Paige: “You and Nick. I get it, okay? You like him, and I don’t want to be the girl who gets in the way of that.”

There was a long pause, the screen mocking her with its blankness, and then, finally, Azzi’s reply came through.

Azzi: “Paige, it’s not like that. I don’t like Nick.”

Paige’s heart twisted at the words, her resolve wavering, but she forced herself to stay firm. She couldn’t go on like this, living in a constant state of fear and doubt.

Paige: “It doesn’t matter, Azzi. I’m tired of this… of us. It’s too hard.”

She didn’t wait for a response. She threw her phone down on the bed and curled up into herself, the sobs she had been holding back finally breaking free. She had done it—she had ended whatever it was they had. But instead of feeling relieved, she felt like she had torn out a piece of her own heart.

Azzi stared at the last message Paige had sent, her mind reeling. She hadn’t seen this coming, hadn’t realized how deeply Paige had been hurting. She had been so caught up in trying to fend off Nick’s advances, making it clear to him that she wasn’t interested, that she hadn’t noticed Paige pulling away.

Nick had been persistent, showing up at her practices, trying to flirt with her at every opportunity. It had annoyed Azzi more than anything else. She had tried to be polite, to let him down easy, but he wasn’t getting the message.

Just yesterday, she had finally told him off, the words harsh as they left her mouth, frustration boiling over. “I’m not interested in you, Nick. I’m into someone else, okay? And it’s never going to be you.”

He had looked stunned, almost hurt, but Azzi hadn’t cared. All she could think about was Paige and how she needed to tell her, to make sure Paige knew that she was the one Azzi wanted. But now, Paige had pulled the rug out from under her, ending things before Azzi had a chance to fix them.

Azzi’s heart ached, a deep, hollow pain that she couldn’t shake. She couldn’t let this end like this, not when Paige meant everything to her. But when she tried to call, Paige didn’t answer, and her texts went unread.

For days, Azzi was a wreck, barely able to focus on anything. The team noticed, of course. How could they not? She was distracted during practice, her energy low, and her usual spark was gone.

Paige wasn’t faring any better. She had thrown herself into her routine, trying to act like everything was fine, but her friends could see through the facade. Nika, Aaliyah, KK, and Caroline watched her with concern, exchanging worried glances every time Paige forced a smile.

“I’m fine,” Paige would say whenever they asked, but no one believed her. They knew that paige was the furthest thing from fine.

Finally, after another particularly rough practice, Nika pulled the group aside. “We need to do something. Paige is falling apart, and so is Azzi.”

Aaliyah nodded, her expression serious. “They both look miserable. We can’t just sit back and watch them suffer like this.”

KK, always the one with the ideas, piped up. “What if we take them out? Get their minds off things for a while.”

Caroline grinned. “Ted’s. We’ll take them to Ted’s. A night out might be exactly what they need.”

The group set their plan in motion, practically dragging Paige and Azzi out of their dorms and to Ted’s, a popular spot known for its laid-back atmosphere and decent food. Paige resisted at first, not wanting to face Azzi, but her friends were persistent.

Azzi wasn’t thrilled about the idea either, but she couldn’t say no when Caroline showed up at her door, refusing to leave without her.

Ted’s was buzzing with activity when they arrived, the air filled with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. The group found a table in the back, far enough from the noise but close enough to still feel the energy of the place.

For a while, it worked. Paige and Azzi were both distracted by the conversation, the jokes, and the stories their friends shared. There were moments when Paige would glance at Azzi, and their eyes would meet for a second too long before they both looked away, the tension thick between them.

Nika tried to lighten the mood, telling a story about a disastrous date she’d had, and everyone laughed—everyone except Paige and Azzi, who were both too lost in their thoughts to fully engage.

But then, as the night wore on, things started to settle down. Caroline had stepped away to grab more drinks, and Nika and Aaliyah were deep in conversation, leaving Paige and Azzi alone at the table, the silence between them deafening.

Paige fiddled with her napkin, her nerves on edge. She could feel Azzi’s eyes on her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look up.

Finally, Azzi broke the silence, her voice soft but steady. “Paige… I need to explain.”

Paige’s heart skipped a beat, but she shook her head. “It’s fine, Azzi. You don’t have to.”

“No,” Azzi insisted, leaning forward, her eyes pleading. “I do. Nick—he means nothing to me. I told him that, Paige. I told him that I wanted you, not him.”

Paige’s breath hitched, the words hitting her like a punch to the gut. “You… you did?”

Azzi nodded, her expression earnest. “Yes. I never wanted him. It was always you, Paige. But you didn’t give me a chance to tell you before you ended things.”

The room seemed to spin around Paige, her mind struggling to process what Azzi was saying. She had been so sure, so certain that Azzi was slipping away from her, but now, hearing this, she felt like the ground had been pulled out from under her.

“But… I thought you were going to leave me for him,” Paige whispered, her voice trembling.

Azzi shook her head, reaching across the table to take Paige’s hand, her touch warm and grounding. “Never, Paige. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

For a moment, there was hope—a flicker of something that could have been the start of a healing conversation, of reconciliation. But then, just as Paige was about to respond, a voice interrupted them.

It was Nick, standing at their table with a smug smile, his eyes fixed on Azzi. “Hey, Azzi. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Azzi’s grip on Paige’s hand tightened, and Paige felt her stomach drop, the fragile moment between them now ruined.

[sscieloz]

Nightmares

Huh Yunjin x reader

Synopsis: your friend had told you to talk to someone whenever you had a nightmare, to keep it from coming true. But what happens when it’s the middle of the night and there’s only one specific person to listen to your thoughts?

Warnings: …nightmare description i guess? Nothing too deep though (at least I don’t think so). slight hint of smut maybe…?

Word count: 1.9k

Notes: this is not the first time I publish something, but it is the first time I’ve written something K-pop related, as I’m kind of new into this world and there are still many things I don’t quite know about (I’m working on it tho!). So please be kind and lmk if there are any mistakes or things you’d like me to alter or improve on. (also i didn’t check for any mistakes bc if i reread it I’ll just delete all of it so…)

Water.

It was the only thing you truly felt, lingering all over your skin as the molecules invaded your body without permission. They occupied every single inch of yourself, assaulting your nostrils until it got to your lungs and all you could feel was a sickening burn, slowing crippling through your organs, depriving you of any kind of relief. You tried breathing, but all you got was more water instead. Desperate, your hands found a cold, harsh wall that kept you from the outside world, and no matter how hard you tried pushing and beating onto it, it simply didn’t falter. It was only then you realized: you were trapped inside a frozen lake, without air or any shot of escaping. The glacial waters welcomed your soul as you closed your eyes, finally accepting the lost battle. With one last thought, you sighed, allowing the rest of the waters to finally rest in your lungs, so you could be in peace.

Suddenly, you woke up. The upper-half of your body rose from your bed as you took deep breaths, appreciating the simple act of inhaling and exhaling. It was a gift, you’ve come to the conclusion: sometimes we forget how lucky we are to be able to do the simplest things, such as breathing. Such as living.

Running your hands through your hair and your face, you noticed how drenched in sweat your body was —your pajamas were wet from it. However, you were too busy trying to calm yourself down to do anything about it. Your mind didn’t seem to know it was all a nightmare. Sure, it felt so real… but it wasn’t, so logically there was no reason for you to be so shaken, trembling hands, rapid heart-beating and all. A few minutes went by, and you were still in the same position, not getting any better, so you’ve decided to get some fresh water to cool your thoughts.

You sighed in defeat when you noticed you weren’t going back to sleep so soon, picking up your phone and pushing your covers aside. Careful as to not wake up your roommate, Kazuha, you’ve made your way through the dorm, jumping at the slightest noise.

Now, sitting on the kitchen isle with a glass of water in your hands, you suddenly remembered something your friend, Yeji, had told you long ago. With that in mind, you glanced at the fridge’s clock before sending her a message. 3:28 AM.

Yeji unnie <3

heyy

you up?

Ive j had a rlly awful dream

You sighed when the messages weren’t even delivered, even though it was to be expected; the girls were busy promoting their new song and probably had a busy schedule tomorrow. It was only natural for Yeji to be sleeping, as you should be too. You and the girls have performed on the first shows of the tour, and your schedule is also as busy as ever. However, here you were, sitting at the kitchen counter, hands still trembling and mind replaying the previous nightmare in your head.

“Hey. Is everything ok?” A voice coming from behind startled you, making you jump in your seat and almost fall to your side. Luckily, a pair of hands steadied you, lingering seconds longer to make sure you weren’t going to slip.

You knew who it was without even looking back; her touches were too unique, made you too hot to go unnoticed. Indeed, Yunjin presented herself to you, making her way into the kitchen as she stared in your eyes with worry etched in her face. You cleared your throat, adjusting your posture so you wouldn’t look as fragile as you felt in front of her, at least. You hated looking fragile in front of anyone, let alone… her.

Likewise, you and Yunjin were close, as you were with the rest of the girls. But with her, it was just the way she portrayed herself that got you completely enamored. You’ve lost count of the times the girls teased you for losing focus at rehearsals because of her dancing. The way she was constantly trying to be the kindest version of herself, her passion for music, her care for others... it was hard not to be completely captured by her, truly. Which is why you were always awkward around her, specially when it was just the two of you, alone.

Like now.

“Ahn, no, unnie.” You said automatically, making her raise her eyebrows at you. Clearing your throat, you corrected yourself. “Yes, I meant yes. Everything’s ok. Sorry.”

Obviously, she wasn’t convinced. You drank from your water, trying to calm yourself down, but stopped when her soft hands kept you from drinking all of it in one go.

“Calm down, Y/n. You’ll end up drowning this way.” Her words were meant to be playful, but they reminded you of your nightmare, and suddenly the kitchen felt cramped, and you were there again, with the water making pressure to invade your lungs and the ice barrier and-

“Hey,” Yunjin’s voice was soft as she got closer, reaching out for a hug. “All is good; just breathe with me.” You focused on her face, ever so delicate, following her commands. After a few minutes, you were feeling much calmer. “That’s a good girl.” She praised, as you face the ground in embarrassment.

Taking your hands off her, you muttered. “Thanks, unnie.”

The words got to you, much to your dismay, and you could feel your face growing hot by it. Yunjin noticed it too, chuckling slightly.

“Cute.”

You faced your hands, embarrassed by your turmoil, and the two of you stood in an awkward silence until the sighed, taking the seat beside you.

“So… does this have something to do with Yeji?” She asked, cutting the apple you didn’t see her getting for herself, a cautious tone leaving her lips.

You frowned at the question. Why would yunjin think about Yeji? Seeing your confusion, she tapped on your phone over the balcony, still unlocked at the conversation with your friend. “Sorry for lurking. It’s just… you seemed really frightened, and I couldn’t help but look.”

Your bandmate was embarrassed to be caught, too, and you couldn’t help but giggle. Still, you reached for your phone to lock it; you couldn’t have Yunjin reading the messages you had sent Yeji about her. “It’s okay, unnie. I know you didn’t mean any harm.”

She hummed in response, still eyeing you attentively.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She seems to ponder her words better, as she adds, “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. It’s just that you’ve seemed really shaken. You still do, actually.”

Your hands flicker the empty glass nervously, unsure of what to do. You didn’t want Yunjin to think of you as something fragile or weak. Being only a few months older than Kazuha, you always tried your best to not be labeled as a maknae to any of the older girls, always trying to take care of them too, as you knew they needed it. But she was looking at you with such caring eyes, and the whole thing had just felt so real. You sighed in defeat, not quite looking at her face.

“It’s stupid, really. Just a stupid nightmare.” You toyed with your phone, doing anything to not stare at the older girl beside you. “About Yeji-unnie... she’d told me once we have to tell someone about your nightmares, to prevent them from coming true. That’s why I messaged her, but she’s sleeping, for sure.”

Now that the words left your mouth, you felt even sillier. And stupid.

“Well, want to tell me what the nightmare was about?” She asked just as quietly, a faint smile adorning her face. “We can’t have it come true, right?”

She wouldn’t judge you. Never judge you.

Your eyes finally met hers, and you got to look into the beauty that was her almond orbs. You took a deep breath, getting ready to live those moments again. Yunjin listened attentively as you talked, leaning on her hand to have her full attention on you. When you finished, you felt surprisingly lighter, no longer trembling or wanting to cry.

“It’s not stupid.” She said, after you were done talking. Her nose was adorably scrunched, and it made you want to kiss it. Yunjin touched your arms, offering you some comfort. “It sounded really traumatic, actually. I’m glad it was just a nightmare.”

You nodded, secretly relieved yourself, too.

A small breeze went through the room, making you shiver a little, even though you tried your best to suppress it. Yunjin noticed your reaction, and her gaze dropped to your pajamas. You cursed yourself for choosing such a small pair for the night. The fabric was still a little damp, and it partially clung to your chest. You weren’t even wearing any panties, because you’d never bothered to sleep with them on anyway, but you were suddenly hyper aware of it. As she scanned you whole and her eyes darkened, you couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever thought about it too. Of you.

You’ve certainly had thought about her. An embarrassingly amount of times.

“You’ll catch a cold this way, Y/n. It’s cold outside.” Her voice made you feel as as if your body was filled with tiny needles, along with the familiar butterflies in your stomach.

“It bothers me to sleep with too many clothes, unnie. You know it.” You said, not intending to suggest anything, but biting your lips when the words came out of your mouth. It was another habit the girls always teased you for: you’ve often said things with double sense without thinking. Yunjin merely arched her eyebrows, smirking like she knew something.

“I know.”

You got up, forcing yourself to smile at her despite the awkwardness.

“I, ahn, I should go to bed now, we need to sleep. You should too, unnie, we have a busy day tomorrow and I’d hate to see you tired.” Your words brought her attention back, and she returned your smile with her beautiful one, getting up herself.

“Sure, sure, you’re right. Sleep well, Y/n. I hope you have good dreams, this time.” She looked like she wanted to step in and say something else, but decided otherwise.

“I will, unnie.” You’d surely remember how she had comforted you, and there simply wasn’t a possibility to have any nightmares after that.

You two walked the short hallway side by side, and since your room was first, you stepped by the door to bid her goodnight again. She was too close, and it made you weary of how you could see her so clearly, and even kiss you if you wanted to. If only you had the courage. “Thanks again, by the way. For listening and... well, for helping me calm down.”

“It’s nothing, Y/n. Remember I’m just down the hall if you need me, okay?” She was the one who broke the invisible barrier between you, shuffling your hair. She was close, too close as she whispered to you. “Sweet dreams.”

And as she left, you hoped she couldn’t hear how loud your heart was beating.

You got back to bed, but no matter how much you tossed and turned, you couldn’t stop replaying the events of earlier in your had. It was so natural, how her presence made everything lighter. Your head was so cluttered with your thoughts you barely registered the weight on your mattress, only realizing you had an extra visitor when she whispered.

“...Y/n?”

[honeybeefae]

Valentine's Mini Fic // Azriel

I know it’s way past Valentine's day, and I did mean to post this on that day, but life got in the way. However, better late than never right? These are all small blurbs featuring various ACOTAR characters and romantic book tropes that we all love. I hope you guys enjoy and are having a great night!

WARNINGS: None, just fluff and some slight angst. 

Trope: I thought you hated me/I never hated you

Thunder boomed around you while lightning crackled across the sky, the storm causing a downpour of rain that was sure to flood the valley below you. Azriel had been flying the two of you to the Illyrian camps when the storm had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, forcing him to take shelter in a cave in one of the mountains. 

It was musty and small but it would have to do until the storm passed. You would have found humor in the situation if you weren’t stuck with the biggest Illyrian baby you had ever met.

Ever since you had joined the valkyries, and eventually Rhysand’s inner circle, Azriel seemed to have it out for you. He would throw glares your way, skip over you when greeting everyone, and even pushed you off to Cassian during training. You had no clue what you had done to piss him off so much but you still tried to keep an olive branch extended, hoping it was just you being new and not a complete hatred for no reason. 

However, every effort you made was useless. Showing up early to training, complimenting whatever book he was reading, saving him the last dessert that Elain had whipped up, none of it mattered to him. You’d be better off trying to make friends with the weaver than Azriel.

And for some reason, that made your heart hurt. 

His opinion of you shouldn’t matter, shouldn’t make you second guess every choice you made, but it did. You yearned for his approval, for one of those secret smiles to be shot your way, and you were too scared to dive into why it hurt you so much. That was a door that should remain closed…no matter how loud the banging was on the other side.

“It was supposed to be clear skies,” Azriel grumbled from behind you, his hazel eyes as cold as ice as he glared out into the sky. “This is going to set us back.”

“Well, there’s nothing we can do now but wait.” You reply softly, wringing out your shirt that was clinging to your form. Azriel’s clothes were soaked as well though he showed no signs of discomfort. “Should we make a fire?”

“I don’t plan on staying here that long.” He stated while walking further into the cave. “And if I do, I’d fly out of here instead, rain be damned.”

Another stab at being alone with you, the comment making your lips turn down into a frown. He would rather risk his life than wait it out with you. The shadowsinger was the definition of an asshole. 

Your fists balled up at your side and you turned back towards the entrance in anger, sitting close to the edge to watch the rain fall in hopes of it calming you down. Azriel was mumbling about something but you decided to tune him out, bringing your knees up to your chest to try and conserve some warmth. 

The sound of the storm was lulling you into a gentle sleep, your head resting against the top of your knees as your teeth chattered and your body shook from how cool the cave was becoming. You were starting to lose feeling in your toes but you didn’t want to bother Azriel, knowing he wouldn’t care anyways. 

“You will catch your death sitting there, Y/N.” His deep, raspy voice echoed across the walls. You could feel his gaze burning into the side of your head yet you continued to ignore him, childishly turning even more towards the harsh wind that was starting to pick up.

“As if you’d care.” You grumbled, closing your eyes once more before you felt two large hands scoop you up and carry you further into the cave. You struggled against his hold, ignoring how warm his body was and resisting the urge to snuggle into it, while he simply tightened his grip.

He sat you down against the back of the cave before sitting in front of you, expanding his wings so that he was blocking most of the wind. The gesture was unexpected and made you a little suspicious, your eyes narrowing while you tried to decipher what exactly his game was right now. 

The silence was tense. Azriel was twirling his blade in his hand to keep himself busy while you focused on trying to warm yourself up. Your hands were shaky as you rubbed them up and down your arms furiously, your teeth still chattering. How he wasn’t in the same situation you didn’t know but you refused to ask for help, a small part of you hoping word would get back to Rhysand about this so that everyone finally saw how he treated you.

“Are you still cold?” Azriel asked, breaking the silence and your thoughts. It was a stupid question, he could clearly see your entire body trembling, and it was the final drop in the cup of your patience that caused it to spill.

“No, Azriel, this is the warmest I’ve been in my entire life.” You said snarkily, rolling your eyes. “In fact, I was thinking of vacationing here next summer.”

His eyes hardened and jaw clenched, his scarred hands fisted on top of his thighs as he snapped back, “I was going to offer to build a fire but if you’re going to act like that then never mind.” 

“Oh, I’m sure you were Mr. ‘I’d rather die than be stuck in this place with you’.” You mocked his voice, rising to your feet to stomp past him, his wings barely folding in time to let you go. 

“What are you talking about?” Azriel scoffed, standing to follow you. “Has the cold made you imagine things? When did I ever say that?”

“For cauldron’s sake, give it up Azriel!” You shouted, turning on your heel and coming nose to chest with him. “You don’t have to say it. I can tell with every interaction we have, every look you send, hell even the way you breathe around me!”

His eyes widened at your tone but you continued on, ignoring whatever excuse was about to come out of his mouth. You had finally had enough. “You can’t stand me and I don’t know why. I don’t know if I offended you in some way, if I said something, or what, but from the moment you saw me you hated my guts.”

“That’s not-” Azriel tried to interject but you cut him off, glaring up at him with all the anger and hurt you had managed to hold back all these years.

“Don’t tell me what I see isn’t real, Azriel.” Your voice fell as memories flooded into your brain of his resentment towards you. “You won’t train with me, you look at me like I’m the bane of your existence. Even Cassian asked me if I did something to you.”

Perhaps it was the cold finally getting to your brain, or that small part of you that was still hoping things would change, but you could’ve sworn his eyes flashed with guilt as you listed example after example of his actions.

You took a shaky breath and stepped back, your lower lip trembling but not from the temperature. This moment was one you had thought long and hard about, how you would confront him and he would shower you with apologies or pull you into his arms in remorse, but reality was often different from the fantasies inside our heads. 

Another loud crackle of thunder rolled behind you as you let your true feelings show, your mind and body exhausted from the fight. “I only ever wanted to be your friend, to joke with you like Feyre or read together in the library like Gwen. It hurts to be treated this way and whatever I did or said, I’m sorry. After we get back, I’ll leave you alone. I’m done trying to force this on you.”

As you walk past him, careful to avoid touching his body or wings, you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a warm hand circle around your wrist. 

“Wait. Please.” Azriel says, his voice as soft as the rain. It sends a pleasant shiver down your spine, making your stomach flutter, as you turn your head to look back at him.

For the first time since you met him, he looked scared. He didn’t look like the Night Court’s most notorious spy nor like the feared Illyrian warrior he was brought up as, he looked…vulnerable. 

Those mysterious, enchanting hazel eyes were swimming with uncertainty as you gazed into them, your face softening. Azriel’s shoulders drew upwards as he took a steadying breath.

“I-” He croaked, quickly clearing his throat as his cheeks turned pink. “You haven’t done anything to me, Y/N. I thought it would be better this way, thought it would save both of us the pain, but I was wrong.”

As he spoke you turned to face him fully, noting in the back of your head how his hand still held you tightly. The shadows around him that so often covered him were nearly invisible…as if they were allowing him to be truly seen for the first time. 

“When Nesta first brought you to train and we met, I felt this tug deep in my chest that I never thought I would feel,” Azriel confessed, moving his hands so that they now held both of your own. “I never thought I would be allowed to feel it, that the Mother was punishing me.”

You knew exactly what he was talking about. There had been a moment, very brief, where you had thought you were destined to be mates. You felt your heart soar in disbelief and excitement, ready to run to the stranger until he had scowled and stormed off. 

After that, you spent the next weeks convincing yourself you were delusional whenever you felt it again when he was near. It tore you apart.

“You felt it too, didn’t you?” He asked, lifting your chin up from where it had fallen to look at the ground. “I saw it in your eyes. I was a fool thinking I could deny it, that this was just another fluke like the others before you. I convinced myself it would end the same, with you finding your true mate, and that I would again be left in the ashes.”

Azriel licked his lips, a flash of lightning illuminating the both of you for a moment. “I thought the feeling would go away but when it didn’t, I lashed out instead of speaking up. I took it out on you, thinking you had something to do with it because despite how cold I was, or how much I ignored you, you kept coming back to me.”

“And I can never make up for what I’ve said, what I’ve done, but I don’t want this to be the last time you come back to me, Y/N.” He whispered, your heart hammering in your chest. “I am a fool. A scarred, angry, fool. I know I don’t deserve you, that I have hurt you, but I want you to stay with me for just a little while longer. Don’t give up on me.”

It was almost too much to take in by the time he waited for you to answer. Between the confession, the feel of his hands against your skin, and the incessant tugging in your chest that was too strong to ignore, you felt as if you were drowning. 

But as you gazed up at him, at the pure emotion in his expression, you knew you would drown a thousand times just to hear him say your name again. It was like your first meeting all over again.

“I thought you hated me.” You murmured, memorizing every inch of his face. The cold was no longer bothering you as you moved to hold his face between your hands, smiling fondly as he seemed to melt into the touch. 

“I never hated you,” Azriel said earnestly, his hands coming up to cover your own. “Even on my darkest days, when my doubt was high, you were always the small piece of light that kept flickering in the darkness.”

“I could always count on you to be there, no matter what, and now I want to return the favor…forever.” He smiled, a bright, dazzling smile that made your knees weak. It was all you had ever wanted.

“Let us just start with today, okay?” You hummed, breathing in and savoring the warmness his body gave you as he brought you to his chest. 

Azriel closed his eyes, feeling peaceful for the first time in a long, long time while resting his chin atop your head. “Okay.” He promised, squeezing you tighter as the storm outside started to grow calmer. 

The sun started to peak through the clouds as the rain died down but the two of you stood there, too content to move as you both finally held what you truly wanted. 

[ilovefakemilitarymen]

Deal with the Devil

Professor!John Price x Student!Reader (Part 1)

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A/N: Originally posted this to AO3 and then decided to start a Tumblr account for some COD x readers and headcanons. So, if any body is interested, my requests will be open for the next couple of weeks till I hit about 10-15 or maybe more if this gets a lot of love. I’ll be posting a list of who I’ll write for later today. Enjoy!

Word Count: ~3.4k

CW: Inappropriate Teacher/Student relationship///This part is pretty tame, it’s the later parts you have to worry about but each will have their own warnings attached.

The truth was as simple as this: You were failing History.

Terribly at that, and it would take an act from whichever god would take pity on you to get your grade above the F you were currently sporting on your most recent report card. You were determined to get at least a C by the time the next report card came around, just so you wouldn’t have to take the same damn class for another semester.

The second truth was not as simple: Your teacher was as hot as the sun in the Nevada desert during the summer solstice.

He was a man that played by the rules, teaching tough love in the form of not giving a shit when you didn’t turn a paper in on time. His rules were strict, and so was his grading system. Professor Price was going to be the death of your college career. That didn’t keep you from eyeing the way he moved during the lecture, and it didn’t help that he was the type to make eye contact with each of his students to make sure they were paying attention, forcing you to keep your eyes off of his body and on his face for the entire hour that he spent lecturing the class on the different wars that had plagued the earth.

Despite failing, you had to admit his class was one you had looked forward to. However, it's not because you had a love for history, it’s to ogle the man that taught you. You should probably feel bad, but you didn’t. You couldn’t focus when he wore the furthest thing from educational wear, usually sporting a simple tee that fit him a little bit too well and either a pair of dress pants or coming in what looked like uniform pants that you could only guess were from his earlier days in the military. He had never talked about his days before becoming a professor, but you could about guess it was something that kept him fit by the way his muscles threatened to shred his thin shirt.

However, none of this could explain why you were now leaning over his desk, trying to bribe him into taking the paper you had tried to turn in late.

Price leans back in his chair in the front of the class, hitting his pen against his hand and taking in every word you had whispered to him, trying to keep your voice down as much as possible.

“Isn’t there any way you can take the paper?” Your hands press heavily against the edge of his desk. There aren't many times that you had come up to him instead of it being the other way around. He was continuously trying to get you to turn your work in on time, but lo and behold, it seems that his prodding had gone in one ear and out the other.

“No,” He speaks sternly, and you can’t help the way your shoulders drop at his words.

“But-” You begin again, but he cuts you off before you can even say anything else.

“You should have turned it in,” He shrugs, his more nonchalant attitude coming out in his words. You knew he didn’t give a shit if you failed but you wished he would at least take some pity on you. “I told you multiple times when it was due, and you ignored it.” His eyes shone with mischief, and you knew he was a man that had seen a lot worse than a student practically on her knees, begging for a second chance.

“I promise it won’t happen again, sir” You tacked on the last bit, trying to play into the small power trip he has, but it does nothing. “Just give me one more chance.”

“And I’m supposed to trust that?” His words aren’t harsh when they come out of his mouth, just stern, “You had multiple chances to turn that paper in on time, so your irresponsibility doesn’t seem like it’s my problem.” He leans back up on his desk as he speaks, nodding towards the small folder in your hand.

You had worked all night trying to get this paper written, staying up damn near the sunrise just to get it to him on time, only to realize the due date was yesterday when you had moved to turn it in.

Your words come out with not much thought from you, but the smirk on his face spurs you on, “Just this once, please. I’ll do anything, sir.”

You hadn’t realized how much trouble your words would get you into just yet.

Price leans back in his chair again, continuing to fiddle with his pen as he gives you a small chuckle. It’s barely there but you hear it and his words come shortly after, “Anything?” You give him a small nod at his words, “You know what they say about making deals with the devil?”

“No…” You breathe out slightly at his words and they imply something, but you’re not quite sure. You can’t help but look down at his arms. There’s no way he’s implying what you think he’s implying, but you don’t stop your mind from wandering.

“Then I guess we don’t have a deal,” He leans back up moving to begin grading papers again, “You’ll just have to accept the grade you earned.” He doesn’t give you another look, instead his pen moves against the paper as he tries his best to ignore your presence.

“Wait- What do they say, about making deals with the devil?” You continue to lean on his desk, voice low. “I’d sell my soul for a good grade in this class, sir. I’m begging.”

“You’d sell your soul, would you?” His face turns towards you, a small smirk playing at his lips, and you have to admit he looks god-damn attractive like that, about a foot or so between the two of you. You can only nod, eyes glancing down at his hands once again.

You don’t care if he’s just some creep wanting you to suck him off in the back closet once for him to take your late paper, and you also don’t admit to yourself that you would probably do it if he offered, good grade or not. He’s the hottest thing you’ve laid your eyes on in years and a heat pools in your abdomen at the thought of it.

“I don’t know about your soul, but we might be able to make another deal.” His words are low as he speaks, his face turning back to his papers, and his pen moves, marking little details in the margin of the paper.

“Anything, I’d do anything…” Your words trail off, waiting to hear whatever he has to say.

He nods, taking in your words before he moves to put his hands under his chin. There’s a devious smile under his mutton chops, and when he finally speaks, it’s not what you really expected him to say. “I want you to be my personal errand girl for the rest of the semester.” He takes in your reaction, eyes on your face for a reaction, “That means you’ll grade papers for me, fetch me coffee, and do whatever else I need you to do.” Your shoulders slump slightly, and you can’t believe you had fully expected him to tell you he’d be bending you over his desk for a passing grade. Your eyes don’t catch the way his lips had darted out to wet his lips at the words, ‘anything else’. “And in return, I’ll give you a passing grade, but if you fail to do so, I won’t hesitate to fail you.”

“Is that all? I can manage that.” You say confidently. You can be his personal lap dog for the rest of the semester. It really didn’t seem all that bad.

“Oh, I don’t think you understand the full extent of what I’m asking,” You watch his face as he speaks, “But if you’re willing, then we have a deal.” He raises his hand to you, intending to shake on the agreement.

“What?” You say a little bit snarky, “I get you coffee when you ask for it, and you say jump and I ask how high?” You reach your hand out, placing your palm in his. The calluses against his palm scratch against your soft one.

“Something like that,” He speaks as he shakes your hand, and you don’t realize that one handshake will be your unraveling. “We’ll discuss the details after class. For now, get back to your seat and let me finish grading these papers.”

“Of course,” You nod eagerly, placing the folder on his desk before turning to make your way back to your own seat, and he turns back down, moving through the papers with grace, marking along the pages at the right and wrong information.

Professor Price has always been a little bit of a wildcard, but you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief when you finally get back to your seat. You’re not sure what you had actually got yourself into, but you swear to yourself not to screw up the chance he’s given you. The work in front of you is completed rather quickly, which is lucky considering you can’t focus through class and have to rely solely on the reading. You can’t help it that the sheer circumference of the man's arms get more attention from you than the words he speaks. It would be nice if your slight infatuation with him would garner you some way to get information from his words instead of turning your brain into a pile of mush.

Your gaze moves up to him, and you catch his eyes on you. He gives you a small smirk, and you can tell he’s quite pleased to have you agree to his little deal, and you can’t help but feel slightly flustered from the unwarranted attention. He’s probably just excited to get some of his workload off of him.

Your eyes stay turned to him, even after he looks away, and you know you shouldn’t stare, but you can’t really help yourself. Your work is finished in front of you, so taking a break from the reading to watch him grade his papers shouldn’t hurt.

His arms are lean, and his muscles seem to flex each time he raises his arm to flick his pen against one of the papers. Your mind flows back into wondering just what it was he had done before deciding to become a professor. Despite it being in the past, he definitely continues to work out since there’s no way he’s keeping a physique like that just lounging around the house all day.

“Something on your mind?” His voice comes out, tearing you out of your thoughts and you look up, realizing he had caught your eyes on him.

You decide to say fuck it, and shoot, asking him the question you had wondered for the last couple of weeks, “What did you do before you were a professor, sir?” Your question garners a few looks from the other students in class, their eyes turning to him, probably wondering the same thing.

“Well,” He lays his pen down before he speaks, “I’ve had quite the career,” His voice carries through the classroom, looking at you before turning his gaze to the other students. “I served in the military for many years, fought in several wars, but,” His eyes are on you again, “Now I’m here teaching the next generation.”

You nod to him, turning your attention to the textbook in front of you but the voice of another student pries you away from it, “Explains the drill sergeant attitude.” It’s followed by a small laugh. Price just shrugs, not really disagreeing with him.

Price finally dismisses the class moments later, slightly early, but you do your best to lag behind, gathering your things in your bag, and throwing it over your shoulder as the last student filters out. You move to walk to his desk, knowing he’d want to talk to you about your little ‘agreement’. Price is also packing up his things, stuffing papers into a folder before he pushes it into what looks like a laptop bag.

His eyes pull towards yours, and you watch as he lays a heavy hand down on his desk, “First things first, I expect you to be at my beck and call whenever I need you,” He pulls the bag over his shoulder as he speaks.

“Yes sir,” You speak, nodding at him. Your hands play with each other nervously.

“If I ask you to fetch me coffee, you do so. If I need you to grade papers for me, you do so.” He speaks and you continue to nod to him.

He continues, “Good, secondly, I’ll need you to keep my schedule organized,” He hands you a small planner, and you come to realize this is going to be a little more time-consuming than you had expected. “You’ll be responsible for making sure I’m on time, whether it’s a class, a meeting, or any other obligations.” He studies you as he speaks, “Lastly, I expect you to be discreet about our agreement. I don’t do this for any other student, so no one needs to know about this. If anyone asks, you’re simply helping me with some extra work. If it gets out, I won’t think twice about failing you.” He watches you as you nod to his requests, but you can’t help the itch at the back of your brain. “Is that clear?”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” You speak, eyes resting on his, “Helping you with extra work?”

“Yes, that is one way to put it.” He smirks slightly, “And you’re not to question my authority or disobey my orders.” He leaves the air open for a moment, gauging your reaction to his words, “Understood?”

The way he speaks, just in his simple tone, makes a heat pool between your legs, but you have to pull yourself out of your thoughts. He doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s his military nature. You’re sure he had a high rank, his commanding presence sure to make anybody weak in the knees.

“Yes sir,” I speak, my words a lot lower than I had meant. It feels like a big secret, something shared with you and you alone. You can’t help that it makes you excited.

“Is there anything else you’d like to clear up,” He speaks before he adds, “You seem a little distracted.” His words are low, but you have to push the feeling that rises in you down. He’s your professor, he’s just trying to make sure you understand what he’s saying.

“This just feels a little more secretive than I was expecting.” Your words tumble out of their own accord.

“Our agreement is a little less...conventional than most,” He gives you a small smile, innocent in nature, but you can’t help but get excited. It is something that only you and he share. “I don’t offer extra credit for anyone else, and we wouldn’t want to make any other student jealous, would we?” You shake your head at his question. “Plus, I think you’re up for the challenge, aren’t you?”

You can feel your heart rate pick up, “Yes sir.”

“Now, I expect you to keep me on schedule,” He taps on the planner resting in your hands, and you nod at him eagerly. “And if you do a good job, I’ll reward you with some extra credit.”

You nod to him again, hoping you don’t come off as too excited, “I’ll do my best, sir.”

“I’m sure you will,” He moves around the desk, “You can go ahead and head out for today, I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

You adjust the bag on your shoulder, moving to put his planner in as you head out of the classroom. You can feel his eyes on you as you leave, and it leaves you with a feeling of excitement and anticipation. You had never expected him to give in and offer you extra credit. It’s definitely going to be a lot of hard work on your part but you’re practically buzzing at the idea of being able to do these things for him in exchange for a better grade. You’re willing to do what it takes to get through this in one piece, and hopefully not have to take another history class in the next semester.

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That night, you finally open up his planner, eyes roaming over all the things he does in his day. You look across the margins where he has small dates and times in place, and various meetings are strewn across the pages. To put it simply, the entire planner is a damn mess. No wonder he had asked you to keep up with it. Just looking at it would give any normal human a headache.

You scoff, pulling out your own planner that admittedly doesn’t get much use. At least you can use the thing you had spent an ungodly amount of money on during this agreement. You look through the pages of his planner, transferring whatever information you could get into a better format into your own planner.

Along one of the pages, you find what seems to be his personal phone number. You quickly put it into your phone, making a mental note to give him a call in the morning. He probably already knows about the class, but you don’t want to disappoint, so you decide to tell him every time he has something to do, including the regularly scheduled things that are probably muscle memory to him at this point.

There’s a meeting about an hour after his first class, and then another evening class around 3. It shouldn’t be too hard to just let him know after class that he has a meeting to attend. You close the planners, putting the both of them into your bag before cutting the small desk lamp off and heading to bed.

The alarm blares loudly the next morning, pulling you out of your sleep, and within moments, you shoot up, remembering your deal with Professor Price. Your hand reaches around for your phone, finding it half stuck under some pillows. You cut the alarm off before moving to your contacts, taking a deep breath, finding his name, and pressing call.

Your nerves are on edge from the simple task of waking him up. The entire thing is now reeling in your head. What if he hadn’t wanted you to call him?

His voice is groggy when he finally picks up the phone, laced with sleep and it sends a jolt directly between your legs, “Hello?” He sounds slightly confused.

You cut to the chase fairly quickly, “It’s (y/n), found your number in your planner and thought you might want to know you have a class in an hour.” You hold your breath afterward, hoping that this is exactly what he had wanted from you.

“Right, right.” His voice comes heavy through the receiver, and you barely hear him mumble something that sounds a lot like ‘smart girl’ before he’s back to speaking to you again, “Thank you, I’ll be there on time.” He huffs a small chuckle now, and it sets your skin ablaze from the roughness of his early morning voice, “You’re proving to be quite useful already.”

It’s ridiculous what his small praise does to you, and you know that if he was there with you, you would have to keep yourself from falling to pieces, but he’s not, and you’re alone in your small solo dorm. You have free reign to lay your head back on the pillow and bask in his voice.

“Glad to be of service, sir.” Your voice comes out lower than you had wanted, but fuck, you can’t find it in yourself to care. You follow it with a light laugh.

“You’re going to be a very valuable asset to me,” You keen at the praise, and he continues to speak. “I’ll see you in class.” He finishes and the phone line goes dead. You let it rest against your chest and curse yourself.

This is gonna be a hell of a lot harder if he keeps praising you like that.

[synnamonroll666]

Hurt Me Harder

Prompt 15: Impact play Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: Sparring with friends was always your favorite activity. But when your long-time sparring partner—Syzoth—hits you with his famous tail-whipping move, you realize that something may end up taking its place instead... Warnings: Sparring Friends, Spanking, Fingering, Masturbation... Word Count: 1.2k Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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Sparring: There was always something so damn thrilling and fun about it. Maybe it was the fear of fucking up and dying being lifted from my shoulders, or maybe it was just the rush of adrenaline that intoxicated my mind whenever I came so close to receiving a fist to the face? Either way, I always enjoyed a good spar no matter what.

Syzoth was my most favorite spar partner. He was always so full of mystery, and it made guessing his next moves an even bigger challenge than it would be with any other competitor. But still, I focused hard and was able to evade most of his attacks flawlessly.

I dodged his flying fist yet again as it came soaring through the air at my face. I stepped out of the way quickly, and the miss sent him stumbling over yet again. Laughing mockingly, I watched him try to regain his typical fighting stance, grunting as he glanced my way with narrowed eyes.

Once he stood back to his full height, he wasted no time before lunging at me again. Smirking knowingly, I jumped to the side again. But this time, I grabbed his arm as it passed me to pull him forward so he would go tumbling to the ground.

Though as soon as he clashed with the floor, he made a quick recovery and countered that attack by lashing his full tail out of his human disguise and whipping it in my direction.

At first, I managed to escape it, twirling quickly to avoid its harsh whipping. But the second time—just when I turned to dodge it the first time—his tail came back again and struck me hard against my rear.

A sharp yelp escaped me, and I fell to the ground. Though it wasn't just the pain that made me fall weak, it was the unexpected arousal I had gotten from what should have been a painful hit. Syzoth noticed my sudden change in demeanor instantly and raised a confused brow. But as soon as the realization hit him, a smug grin toyed on his soft lips.

He approached me slowly—almost like a predator hunting its prey—as I sat on the ground, watching him warily while rubbing my behind to soothe my aching flesh. Something told me that we were no longer sparing the way that we usually would. Once he stood in front of me—toes making light contact with my knees as he towered over my form—he took my chin in his fingers and lifted my face so my eyes would meet his.

"What's the matter, love? Sensitive there?" He asked with a faint chuckle at the end of his words. His smile broadened slightly, parting his lips to show me his sharp canines as if to light a fire of desire within me. For a moment, I pondered if it was something Zaterran males did with their females to arouse them.

Then he released my face to sit down right next to me. I was confused by this until his hand found my forearm, fingers gripping it so tight that they left red marks in my flesh. With one hard tug, he pulled me right over his lap. I laid there on my stomach, my ass exposed to the world and my eyes blown wide, as I suddenly realized what was happening.

Before I could protest, his tail struck my rear hard, earning a sharp gasp from me. The sensation was new and rather overwhelming for me to comprehend. I never expected myself to have a spanking kink—especially when getting whipped by a Zaterran's tail during a fight—but I suppose you learn something new every day.

Though it felt so good, I couldn't thoroughly enjoy it. The embarrassment stung my cheeks as much as his tail stung my rear when he slapped me once again. The last thing you want your sparring partner and friend to learn about you is what gets your engine running. Syzoth instantly took notice of my hesitation to fully savor the moment, and he chuckled almost teasingly.

"It's ok, little one. Enjoy yourself." His voice rumbled deep with desire as his hand travelled down to rub my behind, soothing the stinging sensation radiating within my skin. Then his voice grew deeper, dawning a new rough side to it, as if he were just waiting to jump on me. "You've earned it."

Sighing in defeat, I let my hand slip below the waistband of my pants to begin rubbing quick circles over my mound. His tail raised and slammed down on my rear once again, though this time a bit harder than before, sending a sharp slapping sound to tear through the silence and fill the air.

Feeling my arousal spike as the room became burning hot, I began subconsciously bucking my hips into my hand as I moved my finger at a rapid pace. I was so desperate to trigger that climax that I craved, and I knew that I would soon receive it with the attention his tail was giving me.

Though I still had my pride, so I tried to hold in my moans by biting my lip. I didn't want to give myself away as too sensitive, fearing it would make me appear weak. But that plan failed when his tail struck me again, his scales slapping hard against my tender flesh and sending a huge wave of pleasure blowing over me, pushing me to the edge that I was so close to tipping over.

"Yesssss," Syzoth hissed as he continued to strike me over and over, contact becoming more frequent the closer I got to my orgasm. It was as if he sensed it coming.

My finger moved down from my clit and sank into my hole, pushing into my g-spot over and over as I got even closer to that sweet release that I craved. My thumb found my clit and drew fast circles over it while I released the loudest moan my voice could muster. With one final slap to my ass and my finger pressing deeply into my sweet spot, the knot in my core finally snapped and sent shocks of electricity throughout my body.

"Oh! Oh, God! Ah!" I cried as my body trembled violently, my breaths coming out faster and more ragged as I rode through my high.

I tightly clenched my eyes shut as the blurriness of my vision was making my dizzy head spin more. When my climax faded into a dull pain, I withdrew my fingers from myself, resting my twitching hand on the ground as my body slowly began to relax again.

As all my senses returned to normal, Syzoth's hand found purchase on my rear again, its touch now gentle compared to what it was just a few minutes ago. His hand glided back and forth across the rounded flesh to soothe the sting that lingered, and I sighed as a pleased smile formed on my lips.

"You did so well, my naughty little girl. Seeing you wince in pain as you sit down later will surely be a treat." He murmured sweetly as he softly pinched one of my reddened cheeks to get one more gasp to filter through my heavy breaths. Then he continued on, his voice growing deeper and quieter, as if someone was listening and he wanted his next choice of words to be heard only by my ears. "And I would love to spar with you like this again someday to see it happen more often as well."

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[mastermindmiko]

NEWTs

pairing: Remus Lupin + reader

word count: 1004

summary: With NEWTs approaching, you and Remus have taken to spending time in the library to study, more often than not really.

warnings: none, just cute fluff

Hey! if you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

I wrote this at one go, very late at night, so if there's any mistakes please don't mind them and lmk

"Are you actually studying? or are you just ogling at me?" Remus asks, he looks up from his papers to look up at me, and I turn flushed. I have not been studying, but how can I when I just have this gorgeous boy in front of me.

"You should study, NEWTs are in a few short weeks." Remus says, and he dips his quill back into the pot of ink to jot something down on a piece of paper. I shrug my shoulders, and stretch my arms until I'm laying on the table. I tilt my head to look at him from the surface of the table, and say, "It's really your fault. No one should be allowed to look this gorgeous. It's distracting."

It's now his turn to blush. No matter how many times I reassure him that he's the best thing I could ever hope for and how pretty he is, he never seems to believe it. He waves my compliment off with a wave and it makes me smile even harder. I sigh and continue to watch him work.

"At least do some practice papers."

"I'd rather practice looking at you."

"Despite how wonderful that is..." He begins with a chuckle, "You're not going to be graded it."

I huff and begrudgingly sit up straight. I look at my papers with a pout and I hear him chuckle a bit at my expression. Remus has the exam schedule beside us on the table so he knows what to study first. He's had a schedule organized for about two weeks now. I just study with him, but almost all of the sessions are as productive as this one.

I flip open one of the papers where there are many potions questions from chapter ten to fifteen. I don't need to ace my NEWTs really, I'm going to be Hagrid's trainee here at Hogwarts. He's basically guaranteed me a spot, but just in case, I'd rather not fail.

A few questions in, he slips his hand into mine and rests them both on his thigh. I smile, before raising our hands to press a small kiss to the back of his. I lower them back on his thigh, trying not to act like I see the way he turns pink. He clears his throat and we hear someone gag.

"You two are disgusting."

"Don't worry James, I'm sure Lily will give in soon." I reply after James says his words. Sirius is next to him and they take their seats on the table. Madame Pince glares at them and keeps a watchful eye on them. She is most likely the person anticipating their leave the most. Remus asks them, "Are you here to study?"

"Unfortunately, yes." Sirius grumbles as he brings out a book that looks tattered like it's never been taken care of before but as he opens the pages, I notice that this is the first time he's ever opened them. I say, "Being a Auror is hard work Sirius."

"I know, I just wish Prongs here would study with me instead of with his precious lily-flower, he's even worse than the both of you." Sirius mumbles, and I smile, not minding the semi-insult. I say, "Don't be too harsh on him, he's waited a long time for this."

"A very long time." James adds, nodding his head eagerly. Sirius shrugs his shoulders, mumbling something under his breath. He turns to James saying, "You can go with her, I know you want to."

James presses a dramatic kiss to his best friend's cheek that has Sirius groaning and wiping it away. James grabs his things and moves to the other side of the library, but not before shooting Sirius a kiss and saying, "You were always my first love, Padfoot!"

Madame Pince shushes him, and he turns rigid for a second before running towards Lily who beams when she sees him. It's only a matter of time before she realizes how much she likes him. Sirius looks at Remus and huffs, "I guess I'm your study partner, just don't do any stupid couple-y shit, like giving each other a kiss each time you get a question right."

"That's actually not a bad idea." I teases and lean from my chair to press an overexaggerated kiss on Remus' lips. He turns red once he hears Sirius groan loudly. He lifts a hand to cup my face and then he parts away. Remus has never been one for PDA. I giggle as I watch Sirius give us a glare and sink into his chair.

"Let's just get this over with." Sirius says, and he starts flipping through pages, immediately overwhelmed by the amount of material. I return back to my work and so does Remus. The library is more crowded than ever with exams coming up, but still it's quiet, as if madame Pince would ever let anyone disturb her atmosphere.

Remus wraps his long leg around mine and pulls me closer to him, dragging the chair across the marble floor, creating a small screeching sound. Sirius mumbles again. Remus presses a kiss to the side of my head. He whispers, "I'm so proud of you."

"Turns out I wasn't in as bad shape as I thought I was." I say with a smile looking at the ninety two percent that I scored on the potions quiz. Remus teases, "You never are."

He grabs my chin in between his fingers and he tilts my head towards him. He gives me a big sparkling smile, and I return it, feeling those butterflies go haywire inside me. He presses a soft kiss to my lips. I return it in an instant.

He keeps on kissing me until he decides to insert his tongue into my mouth. I kiss him back, pulling myself closer to him. He squeezes my waist and I let out a small whimper. Sirius looks up from his papers and groans loudly, "For Merlin's sack stop snogging and get to working!"

an: sooo, it wasn't a Regulus one, it was a Remus one. Regulus is coming I promise you that.

[markantonys]

HELLO, I am here to ask how in THE WORLD do you get a trailer to look so good in gifs? every time I go to do something from a yt video....it always turns up, for lack of a better word, shitty. WHAT ARE YOUR SECRETS besides sheer talent?

aww thank you! but i agree, giffing from youtube videos is THE WORST i try to avoid it, but when WOT trailer season comes around, we have no other choice! in my explanation, i'll only talk about the tools i use, and if you don't have those tools and instead use other tools then i unfortunately won't be able to offer any insight because this is the way i've been making gifs since 2012 haha i am very set in my ways at this point!

my guess is that it might be more to do with the manner of capturing the video than any photoshop settings, because i've found that the quality of the source material is the biggest factor in the quality of a gif. when giffing from youtube (and from all other places), my method is to simply screenrecord the video as it plays in its original player, rather than download a copy of it. this may not be the H-est Q way to do it, but it's good enough for my taste!

i use the free xbox windows app, which has a screenrecording function in it:

then on youtube, i make sure the video is on the highest possible quality setting (so actually clicking on that setting rather than leaving it on the auto-quality default). i right click to loop the video, fullscreen it, start recording my screen, and start playing the video towards the end so that the youtube player will fade away after a few seconds and the video will loop back to the beginning and i can then have a clear screen throughout the whole thing (rather than starting my recording right at the beginning of the video and having the youtube player visible for the first few seconds).

i also suspect that youtube videos miiiiight take a bit of time after uploading to fully process the HD version - for example, i recorded the WOT trailer immediately after it was uploaded, but when i was giffing the next day, i went "wow this shot of nynaeve looks so bad" and went to try to re-record that shot, and sure enough it was noticeably better quality that time. (and i probably should have done the same for the entire trailer, but by that point i'd made a bunch of the other gifs and they were Fine Enough so i couldn't be bothered to redo all of them.) so it might be worth waiting some time after the upload to get your recording, or perhaps letting the whole video play through once to fully buffer as the HD version and then recording the second play? i'm totally just guessing here, who Really knows what caused a quality difference in my two recordings! but if you're screenrecording and notice a low quality shot, it never hurts to at least try to re-record it again and see if it's better that time; internet video players can be finicky in how good the quality is at a given moment.

next i go into photoshop. i've always used the "import video frames to layers" method for giffing, wherein you select that option in photoshop, pull up the video you're using, and highlight the portion of the video you want to turn into a gif, and then photoshop converts it into individual frames for you (i get the sense that the screencapping method is more popular, but it seems so confusing to me, so i've never tried it!)

finally, these are my sharpening settings (using photoshop's "smart sharpen" filter). the one on the left is my usual setting for gifs, which is a more dramatic sharpening, and the one on the right is my milder sharpening settings, which i tend to use for screencaps/still images - i also used these milder settings on my youtube trailer gifset because i found that with the lesser video quality (compared to a gif from an actual episode recorded out of the prime video player), the more dramatic sharpening settings made it look kinda grainy and harsh, so the subtler sharpening ended up being better for those particular gifs.

so, that's the basics of my process! like i said, i think the quality of the giffing source is by far the most important factor, and i've found that for youtube videos, screenrecording the HD version straight out of the youtube player works pretty well in maintaining as much of the original quality as possible. you can see here my 2 different recordings of the nynaeve shot. they have the exact same sharpening settings and coloring, but #1 is noticeably blurrier/more pixelated and it's solely because youtube was apparently in a better mood the second time and gave me a better-quality version of that shot for my recording.

[raelle-writing]

DFF is such great show and I enjoy the portrayal of the characters and the plot. Although I am not much into JinPhee ship (even though their scene was hot) - meaning I won't actively search fics of them;-D. But I absolutely don't understand the hate this ship gets. Or Jin character gets? Like, did I miss something? Why there is so much hate towards this pairing? I don't get it. Or do they dislike Jin character so much?

So I think there are 3 main reasons that people hate PheeJin and specifically Jin as much as they do, and I'll see if I can explain it coherently below lmao

First is cultural differences.

I've noticed that by and large a lot of the hatred directed at Jin comes from international fans being extremely harsh, and I think it's partially because they don't understand some of the nuance of Thai culture. Which to be fair, why would they?

One aspect is that they get angry that Jin lied to the police without taking into account that the police are corrupt - both in the narrative and also in Thailand in general.

Another is they get mad at Jin for recording Non - which to be fair, really does suck lmao. But they make it about Jin recording Non instead of reporting the assault happening, without taking into consideration that the age of consent in Thailand is 15, which means that what happened with Non and Keng isn't technically statuatory rape. Still bad and awful and Non was coerced and assaulted, don't get me wrong - but that makes it slightly less clear cut IMO when it comes to the question of Jin seeing Non "cheating."

You can even see within the show that the reactions to that video are by and large slut-shaming and not "omg that kid was assaulted."

So to recap: Taking the video = bad. But I think people get a bit too self-righteous about the reasons why Jin took it.

Second is purity/cancel culture.

I'm sure it hasn't escaped your notice that in the internet age, if you make one mistake you're a terrible, irredeemable person and should be canceled forever. I think that's playing a part in this. All of the characters make mistakes, and because of that they're all irredeemable pieces of shit who deserve to die. Except for Non who is just a victim and has never done anything wrong (sarcasm).

In seriousness, I think that's part of it. And the fact that Non is SO sympathetic it kind of overrides people's sympathies for the other characters. I'm not 100% sure why people hate Jin the most out of everyone else considering he's the one who has tried to help Non the most out of the friend group... I guess they just have higher standards for people who try to help? Idk. Either way it seems to me that they expect Jin to be a perfectly-well-adjusted little hero who always does what's right and never makes mistakes. Instead of what he really is: a kid.

And last is fan favorites/shipping.

A big part of the reason that PheeJin shippers are getting so much hate is because TaCode shippers and PheeNon shippers have decided their ship is The Ship of the series, and think that Phee is just using Jin for revenge and anyone who genuinely ships PJ is fucked up, etc.

It's just ship war bullshit waged by largely Barcode stans, but it's certainly tiresome.

To be clear, I have nothing against PheeNon. I am of the opinion that Phee and Non were a cute high school romance that wouldn't have lasted because they had conflicting styles of showing affection and love (I'll write a post about it someday lol) but that doesn't mean I hate the ship. I thought they were very cute and it was fun to see TaCode on screen since I wrote MacauChay in my KPTS days ahahaha I just like the spice and fire of PheeJin better, and Jin is my favorite character.

I just wish that PheeNon shippers would live and let live instead of acting like they're waging some moral war. They were even crying in BOC's comment section on IG today after they posted the PheeJin poster for episode 9 saying "nooooo Phee is there for revenge he can't really have feelings for Jin!" It's exhausting... 🫠

General disclaimer: if you don't like Jin or like PheeNon better I'm not saying any of the above things applies to you. Everyone is entitled to their opinions, I'm just dissecting some of the over-the-top hate I've seen/experienced in fandom spaces lately.

[just-a-space-rabbit]

Henchman's homework 😐📝🐕

Based on this prompt by: @heroes-villains-side-blog TW: none!

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“Supervillain ate my homework…” Henchman said flatly. They felt so stupid hearing their own words, but what else were they going to do? lie? 

Professor looked up from their several piles of paperwork with a raised eyebrow. ‘Why am I doing this?’ Henchman thought. ‘Clearly Professor did not believe that, because why would they!’ 

“Is Supervillain your dog's name…? Or…?” Professor asked, confused.

Henchman twisted uncomfortably on the spot, their face were not really showing any clear emotions, before mumbling a small “no… ”

Professor just looked at them stunned for a while. The excuse was one thing, but the fact that the excuse was coming from Henchman of all people. That's another level. “So you are really trying to tell me that Supervillain, THE SUPERVILLAIN ate your homework?” 

Henchman bit their lip, not meeting Professors eyes as they nodded. Internally they began to curse themself. ‘How am I even going to explain this without outing myself as a villain? Can’t just go all. ‘Yeah, Scientist had an experiment gone wrong making all this mess!’ This was such a dumb idea, I should have just taken the fail grade instead!’ 

“I… Henchman, you cannot possibly think that I can believe that?” Professor said, while trying their best not to sound too harsh on them. “Firstly, how did Supervillain even eat your homework? Or for a better question, why would Supervillain eat your homework?”

A small silence fell in-between the two as Henchman froze trying to form a single sentence. Finally there was a small nervous sound as Henchman said “He… he turned into a dog...”

“What?”

“A Big Dog! Giant even! Might have been one of Scientist's experiments that went badly wrong, turning Supervillain into it… or something like that… I don’t know….” Henchman added even more nerves as the professor's confused look began to stress them out. ‘Oh god this is not going to end well…’

“Ok, that is certainly an interesting story, but how did that end up with your homework being eaten?”

At those words all the color drained from Henchman’s face as they tried to find the least suspicious words they could. “Well, I… um… my home was caught in the crossfire,” they said. “I had just come home from printing my homework at the library.” Which was technically true, as they lived at Supervillain’s lair. But the library was really just the office room. 

“When Supervillain just burst through the door and ate it! Before they left, running off to cause mayhem somewhere else… It was on the news!” They said before adding, “not them eating my homework! But Supervillain, as a dog, was on the news… so you might have seen it.”

“Do I look like someone that has time to watch the news recently?” Professor said as they were getting frustrated at this outlandish story. 

Henchman's eyes glanced away for a second, onto the professor's desk that was filled with coffee cups and exam papers. “I guess not… hang on a moment.” Henchman said, before they dragged out their phone typing away. “Here it is,” they said, handing the phone over to Professor. 

The photo cover of the article showed what looked to be a giant dog, it was towering over the hero that it was mid fighting, or playing? The dog was covered in a ripped up supersuit with but the outline and color did seem to match Supervillain’s logo on it.

There was an inaudible noise as Professor looked further into the article. “Well, that is certainly something…” they said, trying to get back on track. “HANG ON!” they suddenly yelled. “If you were printing the homework, then why didn’t you just print a new one?”

“Oh… yeah… that” Henchman said as they opened their mail styled bag bringing out what seemed to be some form of electronic junk. “Supervillain also ate my laptop. Sadly the part they ate had the harddrive on it and I had not made a backup…”

Professor stared at the laptop in disbelief for what felt like ages. The laptop that had very clear, and very giant teeth marks outlining a missing chunk. Snapping back into the present there was a small  “Um, Henchman?”

“Yes, professor?”

“Why did you not start with showing me that?” they asked, trying to fold back the flood gate of questions.

“I... I did not think about that…”

[shion-yu]

Day 15: Told You So (Infection, alt)

Full length Cliff sickfic I had in my WIPs for @medwhumpmay! Takes place shortly after they start dating again. 1,818 words.

Cliff never expects second chances. That’s why when Elliot gives him one, Cliff is paranoid about messing up. He tries to do everything he did wrong the first time, right. He takes Elliot on dates and makes a point of holding his hand, even though he knows there are paparazzi who shamelessly take their picture out in public. He buys Elliot gifts for no reason other than to say he was thinking about him when they were apart. He’s honest when he’s not feeling well so Elliot never has to guess if Cliff’s lying to him about his health. When they’re together, Elliot receives his undivided attention. He’s not trying to erase the past, but he wants to make up for it.

The thing is, Cliff’s so damn sick. He wants to woo Elliot, but wooing takes energy and Cliff has none to spare. Elliot insists he likes just hanging out in one of their apartments, says he actually prefers it since he knows there’s no one to bother them there, but Cliff is sure he’s boring. He also doesn’t want to appear weak in front of Elliot, but if he expects Elliot to trust him again he has to. Like right now: Cliff doesn’t want Elliot over here when he’s coughing up a fucking lung, but Elliot insisted and Cliff can’t say no because what if Elliot takes it the wrong way? So he’s stuck on the couch even though he wants to be asleep in bed, watching a stupid romantic comedy that Elliot brought over, clutching a pillow in his lap that’s baring the brunt of his coughing fits.

After yet another one of these violent spasms, Elliot hands him a cup of water. “Maybe you should go to bed,” he suggests.

Cliff takes a sip of the water, the glass trembling dangerously in his weak grip. It’s cold and soothes his ravaged throat going down, but he doesn’t think he can stomach much more than a mouthful. His stomach’s been so messed up recently. “Maybe,” he says hoarsely. “Thanks.” But if he goes to bed, that means Elliot will leave. Cliff doesn't want him to leave.

He sits back to catch his breath but startles in his seat when he feels a cool hand press against his forehead. “You feel warmer than earlier,” Elliot says with a frown. His expression is genuine and tender that it hurts.

Cliff gently grasps Elliot’s wrist and pulls Elliot’s hand down from his face. It felt too good and he doesn’t want to seem desperate. “It’s just a cold,” Cliff says. “Don’t worry.”

Elliot sighs, which makes Cliff cringe internally. He hates that he’s causing that worried, exasperated face.He saw it constantly in the months before they broke up. “You sure you won’t go to the doctor?” Elliot asks.

“I have everything I need here,” Cliff swallows. It’s not a lie. Barring an actual doctor, he practically has a whole pharmacy in his closet. Steroids, inhalers, antibiotics, pain meds… He’s tried so many meds in so many doses that he’s sure he could medicate a small village.

Elliot shakes his head, crossing his arms. “At least message your doctor and let him know you’re sick again,” Elliot said. Cliff doubles over into another coughing fit instead of answering, shoving his face into the pillow to muffle how harsh it sounds.

“He already knows,” Cliff croaks when he’s caught his breath again. “It’s just how it is… it’s how this goes,” he motions generally to his entire little apartment, which is both his home and his prison at times. “It takes me a long time to get better, E. My body’s messed up.”

“Don’t say that,” Elliot says, indignant on Cliff’s part. It makes Cliff smile despite himself. “You’re sure he’s a good doctor? I mean, your dad’s the one who recommended him, right?”

Cliff pats the back of Elliot’s hand affectionately, shaking his head. “He’s a very good doctor. And so is my dad, even if he’s not a very good father,” he chuckles.

Elliot eyes him with surprise. “I didn’t think I’d ever hear you talk ill of your father,” he says.

Cliff shrugs. “Things change.”

It’s true. Back when they first dated, Cliff was far too afraid of his father to say anything disparaging against him. He honored the man, likely to the point of overcompensation, but it was out of discipline rather than real respect. Now, as an adult, he understands that his father is a high functioning alcoholic who probably never should have had kids to begin with. He’s just as socially awkward as Cliff. Less evil, more messy than he once thought. Cliff had to either learn to live with these facts or not. It had taken a lot of therapy to decide to live with it.

They continue watching the movie, but Cliff’s too busy coughing to really watch what’s happening and Elliot’s too busy watching Cliff to focus. Eventually he sighs and pauses it. “This is pointless,” he says, frustration obvious in his voice. “And I don’t care if you get mad at me, you’re going to the doctor tomorrow. This is worse than a cold.”

Cliff bites his lip and doesn’t argue. Maybe Elliot will change his mind by tomorrow, he thinks to himself. Either way, he can’t fight Elliot over something like this. There’s too much implied history there, old hurt that they both don’t talk about. So when Elliot comes back the next morning and stands in the doorway with his coat on until Cliff follows him out, there’s not a fight. Just exhausted resignation as Cliff feverishly shuffles after Elliot.

One too-long oncology urgent care visit later and Cliff’s diagnosed with a cold turned nasty chest infection. His doctor doesn’t admit him, but gives him extra steroids and antibiotics. It’s something Cliff could have done himself, as expected, but at least he gets chest x-ray confirmation that it hasn’t turned into pneumonia yet. Again, it’s something Cliff expected because his oxygen needs hadn’t gone up.

They’re finally back at Cliff’s apartment when Elliot says glumly, “You can say it any time now.”

“Say what?” Cliff asks. They’re sitting at the kitchen table waiting for hot water to boil for tea. Cliff wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and is sitting cross legged in his chair, huddled over and his energy spent from their outing.

“That you told me so,” Elliot practically pouts.

Cliff doesn’t hold back a wheezy laugh that turns into more of a cough by the end. “I wasn’t going to say that,” he says hoarsely, smiling. “It’s okay, we know I’m fine and now you don’t have to worry anymore.”

Elliot blinks in surprise, like he can’t believe Cliff actually understands the concept of fretting for the sake of worrying - probably because he never would have before. Cliff smiles thinly. “Hey, I had to learn something in therapy, right?”

“You actually see a therapist?” Elliot openly gawks this time.

“Saw. But yes,” Cliff says.

The tea kettle whistles on the stove, startling Elliot who hurries to take it from the heat. As he pours them each a mug over chamomile tea bags, he asks, “What changed? I mean, not to be rude, but when I suggested it before you nearly bit my head off.”

Cliff nods, a bit of regret in his expression. “I know. But you broke up with me and I needed to know why.”

“And a therapist told you why?” Elliot asks, cringing as his reaction comes off a bit more judgmentally than he intended. Probably because remembering that final conversation they had when Cliff was in the hospital, finally awake after his stomach ulcer had ruptured, still hurts terribly.

“No. Actually, she told me there was no point in coming if I didn’t want to change. But I did, because I wanted you back. So she helped me figure out why.” It’s such naked honestly that they both look embarrassed. Elliot places a hot mug in front of Cliff and sits across from him. There’s a long silence, the only sound Elliot scraping the sugar bowl with a spoon and mixing it into his tea.

“I didn’t know you wanted me back,” Elliot says finally. “I mean, I thought it was over when I didn’t hear from you again.”

“You made it very clear not to come back until I was ready to act like a good boyfriend,” Cliff says with a tired, resigned smile. “It took longer than I thought it would.”

Elliot takes a small sip of his tea, nodding. “So you were ready?”

“Hmm?” Cliff asks, trying his own tea. It feels good on his raw throat; talking certainly doesn’t, but it feels important to keep going with the conversation even if it is a difficult one.

“I mean, you contacted me. So that means you were ready now, right?”

Cliff hesitates this time. He didn’t know if he was ready for a relationship or not when he contacted Elliot. In fact, he felt less worthy if anything now that all of his best laid plans had failed. He was never going to be a lawyer, or someone who could make his parents proud. At first he’d just wanted closure, friendship at best. It was only by his own incredible fortune that they could never just be friends. “I know what I did wrong and I’m trying my best this time,” he says finally. “It felt like enough and I was tired of missing you.”

Another long silence stretched on, both men focusing on their tea rather than each other's faces. Finally, Elliot breaks the quiet which Cliff is glad for because he takes it as an excuse to clear the tickle in his throat with a cough. “I’m glad you reached out,” Elliot says. He slides a hand across the table, reaching for Cliff’s. Cliff takes it. Elliot’s fingers are overly warm from holding the mug of tea and they tingle against Cliff’s cool palm.

“Me too,” Cliff replies. He squeezes Elliot’s hand. “And thank you. I don’t want to let you down this time.” He won’t. He refuses to let himself.

Elliot nods, his blue eyes so lively and deep. Cliff loves him so much, he can’t ever bear to break Elliot’s heart again. It’d be too much for either of them. “I like to believe that,” Elliot says softly. “You’ve changed a lot, Cliff. Not too much, but a lot.”

Good, Cliff thinks. It wasn’t easy after all. The only part that was easy was the sureness that he wanted to change for Elliot’s sake. When they broke up, Cliff lost the one person most important to him in the world. Now that he’s lucky enough to have him back, he knows it might kill him to let go again. So he’ll try his hardest, no matter what. Elliot’s worth every second of it.

[bunnycatalina]

Picnic Date with Rafayel

A short smut fic & edit for my rafayel girlies from a request on twitter

cw: semi-public sex, fingering

pairing: Rafayel x unnamed mc

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“Are you done cutie? Shouldn’t you be paying to me instead of your phone?” Looking up from her screen at Rafayel’s sulky tone she huffed a laugh at his theatrics. “I was just texting Tara to thank her for lending us her picnic mat” seated at a more secluded area deep within the park, the ambiance was perfect for a date away from the crowds much further ahead.

Leaning back on her hands to look at the blossoms above them, she was startled by her lover suddenly looming above her as he snatched her phone and tossed it aside on the mat. “The blossoms are saying you should focus on your lover” he grins, tone shifting to a familiar husky whisper. Leaning back further she immediately glances around “wait Rafayel! hang on a second, raf!”

Warm fingers snuck under the hem of her dress trailing their way up as Rafayel pulls her closer to him. “what is someone catches us-“ an insistent kiss cuts her off. Fingers flew to his shirt in a tight grip as she melts into the warmth of his embrace.

“There’s no one around, just keep it down abit princess” he groans lowly, pressing quick kisses down her neck. His fingers push aside the lace panty to gently run along her wet center. “You’re so wet, you like this don’t you naughty girl?”

The whine that spilled out when rafayel pushed his fingers in felt too loud in the quiet spot that they were at. Shifting to straddle his lap she buried her face in the crook of his neck trying to muffle her moans.

Her hand drifted down to press against the prominent bulge, she felt his strangled moan reverberating in his chest. Making quick work of his pants she reached in to take hold of him, starting up quick skillful tugs.

Tilting her head up they pressed together in a heated kiss swallowing both their moans in an attempt to keep quiet. Hands speeding up they could feel the climax quickly building.

The thrill of possibly getting caught thrummed under her skin fuelling her excitement. “you’re so wet and warm, i want to just bend you over and take you cutie” he groans lowly. “Raf-rafayel i’m close-“

“Cum for me cutie, i’m close too” rafayel moaned, fingers picking up the pace as his bucked against her hand. “A-aaah raf, mmm cumming”

The harsh groan against her ear and wet warmth on her hand told her that rafayel had finished too in the time that her ears were ringing from her climax.

Panting lowly against each other they quickly cleaned up the mess before tidying up any evidence of their misdeeds. Flopping back to lay on the mat Rafayel pulls her close to cuddle while catching their breath.

“Guess it really was a great idea to go on a picnic cutie” he grins, mischief soften by the loving way he was looking at her. Huffing lightly she smiled and relaxed in his arms.

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I am not affiliated to Infold in anyway, this edit came purely from my delusions thanks. Please do not cross-post this on any other platforms without credit. Find me on twitter at @orvbunny for more edits!