#this is why the game never let them support

[beardedhotchner]

No Love Lost

A/N: Hi, this is my fourth fic that I've posted. I hope you guys enjoy as much as the first three, Amia xx

Pairing: Aaron Hotcher x Reader

Summary: Partygirl Haley leaves her son and her husband for her new boyfriend. When she arrives back in town, Aaron has remarried and Jack is thriving with his new mom. Haley watch as Jack and Aaron openly choose Reader and Haley has to face that Aaron left his job to be with Reader, so maybe his commitment to his job was never the issue....

T/W: Haley is alive, no Foyet story, Reader is called mom, jealousy (Haley and other moms to Reader), lowkey a fic aimed for Haley-haters (I'm sorry to those that like her, I do too. But for reasons she's mean in this) No use of Y/N

Background: Aaron married Reader when Jack was 3, 2 years into dating, whereas Haley has had a string of boyfriends and no one seems to put up with her for long. Aaron left the BAU to be a stay-at-home dad for Jack. The whole situation is tense and only made worse at Jack's soccer game, where Aaron and Jack openly choose Reader over Haley.

Front row and centre, like always, your designated space in the stands. Arriving early with the coach had its perks, you thought to yourself, your eyes wandering to your devilishly handsome husband, leading the team of 7 year olds through the game. You smile to yourself as Emily nudges your ribs with her sharp elbow.

"Ow!" You protest, turning back to face your husband's team, "Can I help you?"

JJ and Penelope share a look as Morgan teasingly replies, "Seriously, girl. Gotta stop watching the man so tensely. You look like you're gonna combust." He gets a soft roll of your eyes as you look back to the field, your head tilting slightly as you bite your lip.

You couldn't help it if your husband is as sexy as Aaron definitely is. It was your duty as his wife to stare. Not those other moms who were quickly earning themselves a spot on your bad side. But to Aaron, they might as well not be there, because time and time again, his eyes found yours instantly. They would speak a thousand words in just one look and you could read him like a book. And right now.... it was a warning?

Your brows crinkle as your eyes scan around for whatever danger Aaron had noticed. Luckily you hear her tight voice before you catch her attention. You have just enough time to slip away from the team and into Aaron's side, almost hiding from her.

You weren't scared of Haley. You had explained that countless times. She didn't scare you, but she was an awful person to deal with alone, so you found it easier to tuck under Aaron's arm as face her as a team.

She was currently flaunting some poor chap around the PTA moms, the woman who snicker behind her back about "how tragic Haley is for not being able to keep a husband or boyfriend" and "how that girl came out of nowhere". They meant you, you knew that. These mothers were all very quick to bombard you with questions about Aaron and your relationship as if any of them had any entitlement to him.

They didn't know him, not in the way you did. And you doubted that Haley ever did, just from the way they both talk of their former marriage. Haley, a cloud of bitter, wishing the same fate of her marriage to Aaron to befall you too. Aaron, who wishes Haley the best, but refused to be in a relationship with someone who loved another. Two heartbreaking sides to one story.

But for Jack's sake you tried. Tried to be nice, tried to be supportive Haley's party lifestyle, tried to not snap at her, with all her comments and "observations" as she called them. Tried to be nice to all her boyfriends or "lovers". But that didn't mean you were friends, more like two ships passing in the night. Close enough to acknowledge each other, but far enough to not have to interact without a buffer. The "buffer" unfortunately just happened to be Aaron and most of the time, Jack.

It broke your heart to see that boy let down by her constantly. And you were begin to see why Aaron had been so confused over your instant kindness to them both. The way you had come into their lives and changed it for the better: brightening Aaron's world and widening Jack's.

"Mom!" A small voice broke your train of thought. Your son (not by blood, but in every way that counts) was running directly toward you, a small scrape on his knee. His eyes watery as he flings his body into yours.

"Oh baby..." You coo, stroking his hair, "Come on, Dad's got some plasters in his jacket." You say, tugging at Aaron's zipper to fish out his mini first aid kit from his inside pocket.

"You okay, buddy?" Aaron's low voice asks gently. Jack doesn't get a chance to answer. Her voice cuts through you and you feel Jack's arms tighten on you.

"My baby boy!" Her screeching voice carries from where she stands with her new beau and the other moms. Jack tries to hide behind you both, knowing how his other mother can be. But unfortunately that doesn't stop her. She moves quickly to you, dropping to her knees and grasping at Jack. "Oh honeyyy!" She coos, trying to comfort the boy.

You'd have thought if she was that worried about her son, she'd be around more... you thought bitterly to yourself.

But Jack doesn't have any of it, moving away from her grasp to the bench, his attention on you and the first aid pack in your hands, "Need a plaster." His voice is now devoid of emotion, his face a mask of boredom. Both you and Aaron can see through it. He's tired of Haley's antics and her way of vying for attention. Using him as a pawn in her game. Jack hates it all. You step forward, undoing the small pack and dressing Jack's scrape. Aaron tries to talk quietly to Haley but she's more interested in sending glares to the back of your head.

"There you go, baby." You say softly, gently patting over the animal plaster, "All better, hey?" Jack nods, a small smile at his lips.

He stands, ready to join his teammates, who are celebrating their win on the field, "Thanks mom!" He calls over his shoulder, running away from the grownups. Haley stares at you as you move to start dishing up the snacks for the kids. She stands back, watching the way you and Aaron tease each other gently, the way you move around each other with ease, like a dance. The lingering touches, the look on your face as he whispers something obviously sweet to you. She sees softness in his eyes and feels her stomach drop.

"You've changed..." She muses to him, her eyebrow raised as Aaron shrugs gently. Her arms cross over her chest.

"It happens... Being at home with my wife and son..." Aaron trails off, realising what Haley is hinting to, that he wouldn't give up his job for her and their marriage, but he did for you. "Our son is worth it. So is she." He refuses to elaborate anymore. Haley nods, sighing deeply, her eyes following the way you talk gently to the parents, reminding them that the next game is held at a different park.

"We were just kids, Aaron...." She starts. It was the same phrase she used to explain away her affair. That they 'were just kids when they got married'. Except this time, it didn't revoke the reaction she thought it would. No pain on his face. No clenched fists.

Instead, Aaron nodded gently, agreeing with her, "We were." His eyes fall onto where you stand with his soccer team. The small boys trying to catch your attention, and you were giving it to them all. Making sure they all felt special in different ways. Aaron smiles softly as he turns back to Haley, "But I'm not anymore. She's shown me what it means to grow up. To want to grow older."

"You left your job!" She argues back, still feeling as though she's missed out on something bigger than herself.

"I did." He smiles softly, "We want a bigger family. Jack wants siblings. And it was easier for me to quit. My hours were getting more unpredictable. So, I stay home, look after them both. She heads to work in the morning and comes back to us at the same time every evening. She... She's my soulmate, Haley." He grabs Haley's hand, squeezing softly, "You deserve to find that too." He lets go almost as quickly as he took her hand and Haley misses the warmth instantly. Your voice breaks through to them as you push past the parents gathered with their children.

"Did you ask him?" You ask, tucking yourself into Aaron's side, your eyes looking down at Jack. The boy shakes his head and you chuckle, "Jack wants to go to that pasta place. Because Dave told him that the unit are heading there now. They want us to join."

Haley shrinks in on herself, realising Jack and Aaron's world has continued to spin without her. Her eyes look around for her date, unable to find him. As Aaron replies to you, she backs away, looking for a way out. You call to her, inviting her along. But Haley shakes her head, mumbling her goodbyes as she leaves once again. It breaks your heart to see Jack deflate at his mother absence. But he's quickly distracted by JJ and Morgan calling him over to the unit.

You pull a face to Aaron and he nods, "She's just like that..." he tries to explain but you were already sighing and pulling him along behind you.

"She's never here. Then complains when she had nothing to talk about with you both. It's exhausting." Aaron chuckles behind you, knowing how cutthroat you could be with your words, you were still so kind when talking about Haley and her... lifestyle choices.

You and the BAU all bundle into two cars. Not without a few lingering kisses between you and Aaron as the man complains about never getting you alone anymore. Haley watches from her car, her heart squeezing as she realises cheating on Aaron to hurt him had worked. But she wasn't expecting someone else to repair his heart before she found herself again.

She may have her freedom, but she lost the two boys she'd thought she'd have forever.

[kxsagi]

Just a question, lowkey who do you think you could realistically pull in blue lock?

okay so here's my completely sane, rational, definitely-not-delulu essay about isagi yoichi, the love of my life, the blueprint of boyfriend behavior, and quite literally the goat 🐐🙏

first of all, let’s talk about the obvious: isagi yoichi is peak human evolution. like god was mixing ingredients and just said “hold on, let me cook,” and then boom, isagi. he’s smart, determined, loyal, and somehow still acts like he doesn’t realize he’s hot. that man walks around with a perfect ahoge and huge thighs like he’s not everyone's crush. be so fr.

he is the embodiment of main character energy, but without being annoying about it. he’s just... quietly ambitious. like yes, he wants to be the best striker in the world and he’ll break you down mentally and tactically to get there, but he’ll also walk you home, carry your bag, and thank you for making him lunch with those soft little eyes. he's a killer on the field and a golden retriever off it. duality? mastered.

as my boyfriend, he’s unbeatable. he texts "good luck!" before an exam and sends a voice message after like, "you did amazing, i just know it." he tries to study with me even if he doesn’t understand the subject at all. he’d be so confused looking at a math problem, but still hype me up like, “you’re so smart, wtf. you're actually a genius.” like shut up yoichi 𝓲 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

and the way he loves??? yeah no, that man looks at me like i hung the stars. he’s the type to get flustered when i compliment him, but will defend me like his life depends on it. he’ll remember tiny things i said in passing and bring them up a week later like “didn’t you say you liked that? i saw it and thought of you.” HELLO? THE STANDARD???

he kisses my forehead before every game like it’s a ritual and won’t leave until i say “good luck baby, you got this.” he thinks i'm his lucky charm and literally plays better when i'm watching. after the match, he’s sweaty and tired, but makes a beeline for me in the crowd like he hasn’t seen me in years. and then he hugs me with his whole soul and whispers “did i do good?” like he didn’t just score the last winning goal.

also? isagi yoichi would never make me cry unless it’s from happiness. he listens to me rant for hours, offers thoughtful advice, and then suggests we get snacks and watch a movie together to help me calm down. he’s the kind of boyfriend who wants to be my peace, and he is.

every time he looks at me, it’s with that same intensity he has on the field. like i'm the goal he’s chasing. i'm his dream, his support, his reason to keep growing. and that’s why he’s the goat. not just because he’s the tactical genius of blue lock, not just because he’s literally carrying japan’s future, but because he’s the boyfriend who'd fight the world for me and still ask if i'm okay afterwards.

in conclusion, isagi yoichi is not just the love of my life, he’s the love of everyone’s life (though he's mine). the best boyfriend, the sweetest soul, the sharpest mind, and the most loyal partner. respectfully, he owns me. and no, i will not be accepting criticism at this time. thank you 🫶🏻

[miumiubaek]

chimera ~ gojo satoru x reader

part 6: lucid dream

chimera: a strange, horrible, or impossible idea or figment of the imagination

Summary: loving him was like a lucid dream and not being acknowledged or loved did not deter you from giving your all but what if you are tired now, what if all the love has burnt out, what if one day you wake up from this morning dream or worse what if you realise don't love him anymore.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Tags: gojo x reader, unrequited love (the other way), ANGST, sfw, really down bad reader, PINING, i feel so bad for them both, gojo redemption arc. MY BABY. he falls first, he falls harder, he keeps falling.

Masterlist

People have instincts, they would do things instinctively, like flinching when you touch something hot. That's what he would call what he felt for you, it's an instinct. To love you so much that fate decides its only best if he stays away.

Satoru has heard that swans die when their partners die, he chuckled and cringed at that at 13, but when he held your barely breathing body he swears he will do a swan dive if you don't open your eyes right now. He was quietly trying to sleep, it has been two days since the incident at the restaurant and Satoru felt like he does not deserve anything good ever in life. If he is thirsty, he should not be offered water to quench the thirst he should just lay there thirsty till he is left to cry and drink his tears and when he runs out of tears he will die a slow painful death where his throat would close and his body would wither away into nothingness, that will still not be enough to punish him for the tears and pain he gave you. He would never forgive himself for doing that to his love. Is he dramatic? maybe but he does not care. 

You now lay in the bed, your eyes are open but they will not give the mercy of sparing him a glance, he has not let go of your hands and he even tried to make sure his breathing is not loud to disturb you. You voice is hoarse and you try to clear your throat, “are you thirsty? I can ask someone to bring some water for you”, you are narrowing your eyes at him. "I'm not dead now so you can leave, without any guilt", you say as you try to sit up. "I'm not here because i'm guilty", he says and you try to pry your hands off his grasp and he is not budging, the fact that he is stronger than you does not help. “I'm alright, you don't have to stay, i just blacked out because i haven't ate well in days its ok”, you notice that his eyes are bloodshot. He is now cradling your hand close to his chest breathing shakily “you have no idea, how it felt when i saw you there pale barely breathing, if something did happen and i could not save you i would've killed myself and everyone around here”, he whispers rocking back and forth lightly. “what is this sick game satoru, you don't even like me”, you call out now seriously trying to pull your hands off his grip. “Loving you is a privilege and i'm not lucky enough to have that”, you scoff at his words. “If this is some kind of ‘its not you, its me’ thing save it i can manage please leave”, you say. “You don't understand”, he snaps, you stop pulling.

He is now leaning over the bed, one knee on the bed supporting his weight and his other leg on the floor, your hand is still captive under his and he manages to hold your face somehow. “You look at me, you listen to me, you don't let her control you, you fight her if she tries to”, you are staring into his eyes that look at yours without any restriction, like he is looking deep into you at something only he knows. You let out a breath. “You listen to me”, he is calming down his breathing before he leans his forehead against yours, his nose brushing yours, “you don't love me baby”, he whispers like it pains him to say this out loud. “all this that you feel towards me, it is a sick illusion, a sick game”, he says. “why are you lying”, you choke out intimidated by the proximity. “I would lay down the world under your feet if you wanted me to, you are the lost star i wish i could hold in my hands”, he says and closes his eyes, desperately trying to regulate his breathing but only he knows he wishes to inhale the air you're exhaling, getting so close in a way there is no difference to where he ends and you start. You gulp down whatever feeling is trying to burst out of you. “You don't love me, this is all an illusion by mana, to torture me and you she hates me because i'm from the gojo clan and she hates the fact that you restrict her”, he wishes nothing but to kiss away those tears that rolls down your cheeks right now. “I don't.. what do you mean”, your voice is hoarse your breathing irregular, its pleading, asking him to say this is all a joke and he is just playing with you. “no, breathe for me baby”, you hold onto him and nod as you breathe slowly “baby, this is not what you feel, this is what you are made to feel”, he just keeps repeating it and you feel sick, “then why don't you just love me, even if its an illusion we can be happy together”, you say because you don't understand, he loves you, you love him and that's enough. He lets out a broken chuckle. “how can i ever do that to you baby, how can i ever take advantage of you like that”, his face is so close and you try to push your face closer to bask in his warmth. “You told me you would never feel that way towards me, you made it clear i would be too much for you”, you look at him with your face scruched, he tries to slowly massage away the scrunches on your eyebrow. “When did i ever say that to you”, you say. 

Satoru chokes on something akin to a sob before he is sitting against the bed frame, he is now cradling your upper body, hugging you close. “you don't remember any of that?”, you are looking up at his pained expression. “I confessed to you and you said that I am too much for you and that you will find it hard to keep up with me and you might never fall for me, its valid, the reasons were valid, but you reassured me saying that you will always be there for me and we will be friends”, his tears rolls downs his face and drenches yours and you desperately try to wipe away his tears. “Satoru don't cry i'm sorry i'm so sorry”, he kisses your hand that is pawing at his tears. “no don't ever feel sorry for the way you feel”, he says and you couldn't help but cry more. You rake your mind trying to remember any of that,  and then you see young satoru on both his knees on your bed when you stand next to it,  with puppy eyes hands together satoru looks at you like you plucked the stars and planted them in his garden. You say that you don't feel that way and that he is too much for you, you will not love him but you will always be his friend, his face falls but he is back to smiling and nodding before he hugs you tightly face squished against you.  

 “I was happy with just being around you, just orbiting around you even when your light would never shine on me, but suddenly… i was really vulnerable with suguru and your rejection and that cursed demon made me hurt you, when i saw you there with so much blood, i wished i would just disappear and then she made you fall in love with me i cannot be close to you knowing it is not you, it is not the real you. I thought if i stayed away you would fight off the curse but when you confessed to me i thought the only way this would work is if i made you hate me, i did not expect this to happen, i am your worst fate”, he is choking on sobs like he is being hurt and you could not help but hold him closer. he continues to ramble more about how mana hates him and you, she would just continue to play with your life like the sick demon she is but you are disassociating, if this is not real, if what you feel is not real what will happen when you try to fix this, will you stop loving him when you are fixed but that is not the 'you' you wanna be, but you are confused because is that what you want or is that mana is making you want, your world crumbles and the only thing that keeps you afloat is satoru's hands around you, holding onto you like you're his anchor keeping him sane when you know you need him more.

You were completely obsessed with him for the past twelve years and he wanted nothing but to be close to you yet he still stayed away because he respected you, your autonomy over his feelings and never wanted to take advantage of the position you were in. How can you not love him more? 

“I tried so many ways, looked into so many things but i couldn't find how to get you out of this illusion, it pained me to hide away from you when all i wanted to do was stay close to you and love you so much, but it's not fair, its not fair to you baby”, his lips are pursed and he is staring at the ceiling a pained expression on his face.

“I felt it when you cried sometimes in the night, its like i felt everything you feel, its like i'm you”, he continues “You cannot imagine how bad i wanted to just say fuck it and love you, get close to you, you have no idea how many times i sneaked into your home and watched you sleep like a fucking creep oh god”, he is crying, you hold onto him tightly as you cry into his chest. “But what if you woke up one day and you were disgusted by me, regretted what we had that would kill me baby i love you too much to ever put you in that position”, he shivers. “don't want this to be a lie, i want you, i want you so much”, you choke out.

And suddenly like your touch burned him he pulls away and now you are the desperately trying to hold onto him, oh how the tables have turned.  “No please no stay”, you try to make him stay close. “this is not right, its not ok”, he pulls away. he is now sitting on the chair beside the bed and you desperately want to feel his warmth, feel his touch again. “But i want to be close to you, please”, he slams his hands against the bed before pushing his face against the sheets, “please don't do this, this is torture”, he sobs out and you cannot hold back your own sobs. 

He is Icarus and you are his sun, but like every tragic love story in history he knows his happy ending is far-fetched because if he gets too close to his sun, it's going to burn both you and him. He would bear the burns but he cannot bear to see you, his sun, his moon, his entire universe and the black hole that he will happily fall into, in pain and he is helpless as he watches you cry once again.

A/N: my first draft which i think was better than this disappeared, i hate it here.

PLEASE TELL ME DID YOU LIKE IT? DID YOU EXPECT THIS???

Taglist: @satorugooner , @saoirses-things , @labelt-san

[pupmkincake2000]

Ma gods, here're we go again...

the guy literally said Hank sees him like a son???

Wasn’t the lead writer. Even if they were — that was an interpretation, not canon. Canon is what’s said, shown, and written in the actual game. Everything else is fanon or personal commentary. If devs wanted me to know they were intended to be ''father and son'' then devs would have put that in the game, if I have to dig up story-impacting lore from somewhere not directly in the story, then it's not actually canon, if a tidbit is that important to the lore then you include in the plot, not after the fact.

ALSO HANK CALLS HIM SON TOO?

Older dudes call younger guys ‘son’ all the time especially if they’re superiors at work, and none of them think of their subordinates as family. Just because he called Connor, his younger co worker, ‘son’ one time does not mean he views Connor as family or his son. He does this once and never again. He also can kill Connor a night before and a day after that "son" thing.

that’s his kid?

That's his co-worker who he has known for like a week.

also correct me if I’m wrong but like if you keep killing connor doesn’t Hank say something about how he got reminded of Cole when he saw connor hurt?

Yes, you are wrong. Yes, he says "every time you died, IT made me think of Cole, that humans do not come back". The death, not Connor in person. It’s not “you’re like my son,” it’s “you reminded me of pain I haven’t let go of.” That’s a key distinction. It’s grief, not parenthood. Then Hank verbally assaults Connor, says he wishes he never came back and unalives himself. Why do that then?

“Emotional moments” doesnt mean "parental coding". That’s not proof of a family dynamic.

If every act of emotional vulnerability, grief, or even physical support is called “fatherly,” then romantic stories will cease to exist. Hank holds Connor like someone who’s terrified to lose him — and yes, that can be read as love, too. Romantic love, especially when framed within the rest of their arc.

Everything else between them is just how friends or good partners/co-workers act.

“I just can’t see romance between them” isn't “It’s wrong.” That’s not your ship. That’s fine. But it doesn’t invalidate anyone else’s. Especially not in a game that explicitly allows for interpretations of Hank and Connor’s bond as a deep, emotionally transformative partnership on every level — including the romantic.

Why does it even bother you that someone ships them romantically? Shipping is a harmless activity, and if you don’t like a ship you don’t have to write out an essay about why, literally just block the tag for it and don’t interact with it! And if one gets through anyway? Scroll past!

No one’s forcing a specific interpretation on you — shipping is a personal reading, not a demand. People see chemistry, intimacy, growth, and mutual care between Hank and Connor, and they read that as romantic. That’s how fandom works: interpretation. You’re free to disagree, but getting genuinely upset that others see a different emotional tone in fictional dynamics says more about your discomfort than it does about the ship.

It’s fiction. No one is rewriting the game. If seeing fan content or fan discussions makes you angry, ask yourself: why? Why does someone else’s lens on a character you like feel like a threat? Because that’s all shipping is — a lens.

Trying to shame people for shipping two consenting unrelated adults is not the moral ground some think it is. Let people enjoy stories the way they connect with them.

hankcon shippers GTFUU DNI 👹👹👹

sorry lemme say something for a sec like whenever I see hankcon it feels proshippy like??? that’s his kid??? like didn’t the fucking writers confirm Hank sees him as a son???😭😭 like have yall seen the stream bryan and amelia (actors who play connor and traci) did with one of the writers of dbh??? the guy literally said Hank sees him like a son???

ALSO HANK CALLS HIM SON TOO??? I know it’s like when connor is dying but like… it makes it sadder imo

also correct me if I’m wrong but like if you keep killing connor doesn’t Hank say something about how he got reminded of Cole when he saw connor hurt?

“Y'know, every time you died and came back... It made me think of Cole... I'd give anything to hold him again... But humans don't come back...” (got that from the dbh wiki)

I don’t think he’d say that if he… yknow… wanted to date connor idk man

IDK it’s just like I absolutely cannot see any romance between them it’s just like Hank and his stupid android son who likes to fuck with him for fun idk man

like the interactions they have are so father son coded LIKE??!?!!?

like when Hank drags connor away by his arm when connor gets shot at by Simon?!??! and when he reaches for connor when connor starts running towards Simon?!!!

and like some of the times when connor dies Hank just holds him and it’s like. IM GONNA CRY DUDE😭😭😭 like when you fail to put Connor’s thirium pump back in Hank just looks so sad as he holds Connor’s body ����

okay I gotta get outta here just thought I’d put in my two cents I’ll be back soon probably just had a thought about this and had to like write it down 😛

[krazieka2]

Fe3h did not have a beauty pageant sequence, but if it did I'm 99% sure this is how it would go

[navree]

Incorrect, the fact that Biden has dropped out and a candidate with history of supporting medicare for all and being more receptive to a ceasefire in the I/P conflict has made me go from "I cannot morally support the Democratic nominee" to "I am voting for the Democratic nominee despite the fact she isn't perfect in every respect." I'm really happy this played out. The Dems for the most part abandoned the old Obama platform and it feels like its possible an actual progressive agenda could come to pass in my lifetime.

Kamala 2024!

If you weren't going to vote Democratic in this election before Biden dropped out you're a dorkass loser who does not care about any of the issues you're yammering about here and also a fundamentally bad person, and I hope you get run over by a bus.

But you got one thing right in all of this gibberish, Kamala 2024.

[sieglinde-freud]

its taking all of my restraint to not just post the whole fucking conversation but they really are so dear to me. this whole scene is soooooo… like for inigo its everything he definitely needed to hear but never got to and for chrom its just kind of that full circle moment of making peace not only with his son but also his own self as someone who is slowly coming to terms with his weaknesses as a ruler (like his anger and his brashness—which inigo also has!) and how he projected his feelings of inadequacy onto inigo and is slowly making up for that. GOD. chrom inigo father son bonding hours. IM EMO

[spacedlexi]

maybe if i just put these screenshots together youll understand why i think their relationship just Works so well as it pertains to the characters and themes of S4 in general

neither of them know what theyre doing, but theyre figuring it out Together. the old ways are dead. and together theyll build a new future thats worth fighting for

[hapigairu]

Some Cyril appreciation featuring his mom:

[punch-love]

love reading about other people's thoughts on dragon age 2 because I personally cannot fathom siding with the templers and/or thinking anders actions are terrorism and I also don't have an issue with blood magic so it's wild seeing people with such resolute opposite opinions unable to fathom someone thinking like me

[diabolocracy]

Evangelicalism — a modern Christian heresy My Personal Jesus: The Evangelical Heresy Survey Reveals a Whole Lot of Heresy in Evangelicalism

Is it any wonder, then, that USAmerica has gone to shit when these are the people infesting their politics, voting, and bribing their politicians?

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt Him again (Wendy Carter)

[garden0fyves]

thinking about... d1 athlete!toji who can't believe he has such a beautiful and intelligent girlfriend.

toji worships the ground you walk on. you're so fucking perfect, from the way you support his career to the way you stay up late waiting for him to return from away games. you've met him at the airport many times, all bright eyed and holding flowers for him. people have posted about the two of you so many times, saying just how well you treat each other. you’re the epitome of couple goals even if you do spend a decent amount of time explaining to your boyfriend that you’re here for him. always.

toji refuses to let you go. he's heard the horror stories of wag's being impatient with their partners or cheating on them because of feelings of neglect. you're the most patient person he's ever met, and he's the most impatient person you've ever met. you're patient because you grew up that way, toji's impatient because he's never had enough time. so, you allow him to be. toji knows how incredibly lucky he is because not only are you beautiful, patient, and possibly the best thing to happen to him, but you're damn near a genius. you made the president's list last year and are aiming to continue your streak this year.

toji's reminded how lucky he is when he makes eye contact with you after scoring. when he's running to the sideline to press a kiss to your lips, green eyes alight with mischief and adrenaline from running down the field. he's also reminded when he comes back from a rough game with grit teeth and unshed tears of anger in his eyes. toji's never believed in showing his emotions so openly, but when you press a kiss to his cheek and relay every single thing he did right to to him it's hard not to cry.

you're perfect. and he doesn't mean this because you're his girlfriend, his first real one since he was an asshole in high school.

if it makes toji feel better, you think he’s also perfect. you struggled with relationships in high school because you felt like you weren’t seen beyond your intelligence. everyone wanted to be seen with you for the purpose of having a popular girlfriend, never for your personality or your heart. you were sweet in high school, don’t get me wrong. but you were a party favor to them, a trophy of sorts. toji's the first to make you feel seen and valued.

it was so surprising when you met toji in your intro to psych lecture. he sat beside you, all big and muscly barely fitting in the desk. he didn’t speak much at first, but as the assignments grew harder he needed help to pass and continue playing. so, he made friends with you. toji wouldn’t lie, he originally started talking to you because he thought you were hot. he knew you wouldn’t fuck him immediately and he wasn’t in the mood to play the long game. so for the first time in his life he tried to make an actual friend. it was a random decision to him, but this ended up meaning so much more to you.

you had no idea who toji was. as far as you knew, he was a random gym rat that was majoring in something like kinesiology (ouch) to get by and become a coach. while his major was kinesiology, toji and everyone around him knew he was going to the league after graduation. this wouldn’t matter in the long run. he’s here to play ball, but if he learns then he learns. and somehow, after knowing you for a year, toji finds himself wanting to learn.

you've made him smarter while he shows you that you're loved. your heart feels so full when you leave class to see toji lingering outside of the door. your heart warms when he abandons his teammates to catch up to you with a little smile on his lips. he always presses a kiss to your temple, asking how your lecture went or how your day was. toji makes time for you no matter what he has going on, and that's why you feel so valued by him. he's so busy as a football player. he has to deal with the media, practice, games, and even maintaining the image for your school. but still, at the end of the day, he returns to your apartment to keep you company while you study.

at the end of the day, he'll always be relived knowing he's coming home to you. he'll watch you with all of your books sprawled on the floor, glasses on and hair barely pulled back. he'll always come home because you are home. you've changed his life in just a year, and he wouldn't have it any other way. to everyone on campus toji's some sort of myth. the demon on their football team that racks up insane stats.

but to you, he's just your lover.

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Dare (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys. Just wanted to say thank you for all the support I got this morning. All of your comments really warmed my heart. Thank you so, so, so much. I ended up getting this done pretty fast. Went with "Dare" by Gorillaz for the title. Made me feel better to write. I like this one. Hope you do, too. Enjoy!

Summary: Logan finds out you've never been eaten out while playing a game of "Truth or Dare," and he's more than willing to change that.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT!!! Oral (f!receiving), Fingering, softdom!Logan, pussydrunk!Logan (he does not let up, he is starving for you), older!Logan, implied aged gap (reader is in her 20s/old enough to teach at the institute), cocky!Logan, he is an absolute service dom in this, friends to lovers, mentions of mental health/self worth, fluff, some hurt to comfort, some angst, afab/fem!reader, cursing, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it.

Word Count: 4,235 wowza didn't expect that and oh my god this gif

You’re lying on your floor—the door to your room wide open. Everyone is out anyway. It’s Friday night at the mansion—no one will see you like this. Students’ papers are scattered around you. You stare up at the ceiling, feeling choked up. It had been a bad day—a bad week. Maybe even a bad year. You feel like you’re slipping, losing yourself. 

Teaching the older students had become beyond challenging—possibly because you aren’t much older than them in the first place. Most days, it felt like everyone expected greatness from you, given the strength of your powers, which naturally comes with responsibility, and that can be incredibly overwhelming. It had all been—if you were being brutally honest—an absolutely terrible time. 

So, you’re lying on your floor, feeling numb. You stopped grading papers at least an hour ago, and simply decided to stare at the ceiling, your head spinning. You wanted to calm the noise, to take a breather. Luckily, you’re alone—everyone is on a mission or out given that it’s Friday night. 

Or so you thought. 

“What on Earth are you doing?” A familiar voice cuts through the silence like a knife, jarring you, and forcing you to look up. And there he is, in a white t-shirt and denim jeans, arms crossed tightly against his chest, leaning in the doorway. Logan. You want to roll your eyes at how good he looks. You want to slap yourself for thinking it in the first place.

He smirks at you, his brows furrowed playfully. You let your head fall back to the floor. “Grading papers,” you mutter. You can hear his footsteps as he walks into the room, drawing closer to you. 

“Doesn’t look like you’re grading papers to me,” he teases. You can hear the smile in his voice. “Why aren’t you out with Jean or Rogue?” 

He stands next to you, and you look up at him. “Didn’t feel like it,” you mumble, forcing yourself to sit up. You draw your knees into your chest. You decide to turn the question around on him. “Why aren’t you out?”

He sits down next to you, stretching his long legs in front of him, his shoulder bumping against yours as he settles in. He shrugs. “Somebody’s gotta keep an eye on you, right?” He jokes, nudging his elbow into your arm. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. It’s impossible to fight it when he’s next to you. Your eyes meet his, and his smile quickly turns into something else—concern. “You’ve been off lately.”

You swallow harshly. “Did Jean or Rogue say something?” You ask. They’d notice, maybe they told Logan. “Did they ask you to stay with me or something?”

But Logan shakes his head. “No. I could just tell,” he says, worry clear in his voice. “Thought I’d hang back with you. All my idea.” He tilts his head, his jaw working, his brows furrowing again. “Is something going on?” 

You take a deep breath, turning away from him. You’re suddenly overwhelmed by his presence, by his kindness and his care. He stayed home for you. “I’m okay,” you mutter, avoiding the truth. 

“Hey,” Logan whispers, tentatively reaching his hand to your knee, waiting for you to shove him away. His palm is warm against your skin, calming and stabilizing. You turn back to look at him, his brows raised incredulously. “I know that’s not true,” he says. He has always been able to read you like a book. “What’s going on?”

You swallow harshly. “I’ve just been having a tough time lately,” you say, distracted by the way his thumb brushes across your knee. “I…” You trail off, letting your eyes fall closed. “Things are hard.”

“You can talk about it if you want,” he says, his voice deep and steady. “I’m here.” 

You sniffle, struggling to keep yourself in check. “I just…” you pause, looking off to the side. “Everything sucks.” You take another deep breath. “And the students are so hard.” You point to the piles of papers scattered around your floor. “And then there’s me, and all my shit. My powers. The responsibilities we have. I’m young, and I’m still learning. And fuck, Logan, this all just feels so impossible sometimes. It…it…” You trail off, finally running out of words, out of steam.

“It hurts.” He finishes your sentence, taking the words right out of your mouth. You turn back towards him, your eyes instantly meeting his. “It hurts a lot.”

You nod. “Yeah, exactly.” He squeezes your knee comfortingly. “You get it,” you murmur. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” he soothes, his hand lifting off your knee, his arm wrapping around your shoulder instead. “I’ve got you.” You let yourself lean into his touch, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “Let’s take your mind off things, yeah?”

You nod against him, not wanting to move away, not wanting to separate from him. He feels so nice, so solid. “What did you have in mind?” You ask, hoping it doesn’t involve getting up.

“Wanna play a game?” He offers, turning his head to look down at you. You smile widely, almost mockingly. “What?” He chides. “You think I don’t know how to have fun?”

You laugh softly. “I just don’t see you as a game guy, Lo,” you confess. He chuckles, and you can feel his laughter reverberating through his chest. “Can you even think of one to play?”

Logan’s still laughing, shaking his head. “What about truth or dare?” He ever so slightly pulls you in closer, his lips pressed against the side of your head. 

You giggle, feeling light for the first time in a long time. “Are we in seventh grade?” You ask teasingly. You felt like a teenager, honestly—being next to Logan always made you feel like a love-sick schoolgirl. But you know you and him could never be. You were younger than Logan—everyone was—but you, being in your 20s, assume that Logan doesn’t see you the way you see him. 

He just shakes his head and laughs, pulling you back to reality. “Truth or dare?” He asks, ignoring your middle school comment and officially starting the game. 

You don’t want to get up, don’t want to move an inch, so you answer: “Truth,” hoping it isn’t anything too crazy. 

Logan thinks for a second, his head resting on yours. “Why’d you pick truth instead of dare?” He finally asks. 

You roll your eyes. “Boring!” You tease. “I only picked it because I don’t feel like moving.” And then you realize…perhaps your answer is more revealing than you previously considered. Your heart thunders in your chest. 

Logan hums. “And why don’t you want to move, exactly?” He’s onto you. 

“You asked your question, you got an answer,” you protest, trying to shut him down. “No follow-up questions.” It’s your turn now. “Truth or dare?” You ask. 

“Truth,” he says. “Because maybe I don’t feel like moving either.”

You smile, and you can feel him looking down at you. You’re too nervous to meet his gaze. You think for a moment, racking your brain for a question. “Did you really stay home for me, and was it all your own idea?” You finally ask. You regret the question almost immediately, fearful of the honest answer. 

“Yes,” he responds without a beat. “Jean said you were staying in, and said she didn’t know why, so I stayed too.” He pauses, and you can hear his steady breathing amidst the silence. “I was worried, princess.” The pet name burns a hole through your heart. “Needed to know that you were okay.”

You can feel tears building behind your sinuses. “Thank you, Lo,” you whisper. “That means a lot.”

He presses the ghost of a kiss to the crown of your head—almost not quite there. But you can feel it, hesitant and tentative. “It’s nothing, no need to thank me.” You finally find the courage to look up at him and find him smiling down at you. His lips part. “Truth or dare?” He asks again. 

You can feel some sort of tension brewing, building, thick and heavy. You try to ignore it, try to brush it off. Your heart hammers in your chest. “Truth,” you pick again. “But get a little more creative this time.”

He pauses, the gears in his head turning. And then finally: “Why’s your heart beating so fast? It’s loud, too.” 

Your eyes widen, suddenly remembering Logan’s heightened senses. He can hear everything. “Uh…” You trail off, not sure how to get out of this. “I-It’s not…”

He laughs. “You’re a terrible liar. You know that?” His voice is deep and honeyed, smooth. “You gotta answer the question, or I get to ask another.”

“Those are not the rules!” You protest, lifting your head to look at him. He’s got that shit-eating grin on his face, the one that makes your stomach drop. 

He tugs you into his chest again, his lips at the shell of your ear. “Then answer the question,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin, sending a chill down your spine. He’s so close. Too close. Your heart is only beating faster, louder now. 

“I don’t know,” you whisper. But of course, you know. It’s all because of him. “Just anxious, I guess.” It’s a half-truth—you’re certainly nervous, but you can’t bring yourself to tell him why. 

“No need to be nervous, sweetheart,” Logan coos, his thumb brushing circles into your shoulder. “It’s just me.”

Yes, exactly, you want to say. It’s you. But you don’t. You try to steady your breathing, try to calm down. “My turn,” you force yourself to say. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he says darkly. “And make it good.” You can hear the cockiness in his voice—a sudden shift in his tone. 

“We should just call this truth or truth,” you say, mulling over a question in your mind. It’s hard to think with him this close—hard to breathe. You want to rile him up, to find out what makes him tick—to make him itch the way he makes you. And then it hits you: the perfect question. “When was the last time you…” You stop yourself, suddenly too nervous to ask. 

“When was the last time I what, darlin’?” He asks, cocking his head to the side, raising his eyebrows. 

You huff. You’ve fallen into your own trap. There’s no backing out now. “When was the last time…” You pause again, biting your lip. You close your eyes. “…somebody got you off?” 

“Been a while,” he says simply. Your eyes flutter open, and Logan is completely relaxed, his eyes trained on you. He isn’t annoyed. He’s unbothered, unprovoked, as if you had asked him what the weather was going to be like tomorrow. “But it depends on how you mean. So, what do you mean?” He finishes. 

You’re slightly frustrated by how easy it was for him to answer. “I don’t know,” you mutter, shrugging your shoulders. “Whatever the last time was.”

“Few years back, not particularly proud of it,” he huffs. “Girl took care of me in a bar. That was it.” 

You nod. “Must’ve been nice,” you whisper, suddenly feeling a bit disheartened. You catch his drift; you know it didn’t mean anything. You likely didn’t know Logan at that time, having only arrived at the Institute two years ago. You know you shouldn’t feel jealous, shouldn’t care that he was ever with someone else, even for a fleeting moment. You’ve had boyfriends. You’ve been with other people. 

“It was fine. Just a blowjob.” He says it nonchalantly. “Didn’t mean a thing.” You look straight ahead, waiting for him to elaborate. But he doesn’t. “Truth or dare?” He finally asks. 

“Truth.” Your fake, plastered-on smile becomes real when his eyes meet yours. It’s just what happens when you look at him. “And make it interesting.”

The corner of his mouth turns up slyly, and you know he has something up his sleeve. “When was the last time somebody did that to you?” He asks. 

You cock your head to the side. “What do you mean?” But you already know exactly what he’s asking. And you desperately do not want to give him the answer.

“Got you off, like that,” he husks. “With their mouth.”

Fuck. “Uh…” You trail off. You can feel heat spreading across your chest and up your neck, your skin prickling. “Never,” you say honestly. 

“What?” Logan’s voice cuts through the tension like a knife. “Never?”

You’re suddenly embarrassed. Your skin feels tight—so do your shorts and tank top. “Never,” you repeat, looking down at your knees, still pulled in tightly to your chest. Your heart beats rapidly. “Just hasn’t happened yet,” you choke out. “I’ve been with people, but…”

“Hey,” he whispers, suddenly grabbing your chin and angling you up to face him. “It’s okay,” he soothes. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, princess.”

You smile shyly, reveling in his touch. “You didn’t,” you insist honestly. “Just a little embarrassed.”

Logan shakes his head, his eyes softening. “Nothing to be embarrassed about,” he assures. “You deserve to be taken care of.” His hand slides across your jaw and cups the back of your neck. “Deserve to feel good.”

Your eyes flutter closed at his touch. “Lo,” you whisper, struggling to keep your composure. Heat pools between your thighs. “Tr-truth or dare.”

His forehead presses to yours. “I think we’re done with the game, pretty girl,” he rasps, the arm around your shoulder slipping down to your waist. “Unless I get to give you a dare this time.”

“What’s the dare?” You ask, your eyes fluttering back open. His lips are so close. Your noses touch softly.

He works his jaw, licking his lips. “Let me eat you out, pretty girl,” he pants, his chest heaving against yours. “Let me take care of you like you should’ve been already.” He hates the idea that you’ve never been touched properly, the idea that those younger guys didn’t know how to treat you right. But he can fix that. He can make you feel good.

“Fuck,” you curse, his breath fanning across your lips. “A-are you sure?” You ask. “I don’t want you to do it just because you feel bad for me or—” “You think that’s what this is about?” He cuts you off, pulling you closer so that your body faces his, your thighs slotting together like puzzle pieces. “You think I want this just because I feel bad for you?”

“Well…” You search his eyes. “Yes,” you say. 

Logan’s face falls, and he shakes his head. “I want you, pretty girl,” he pants, his knee rubbing against your aching core. “Wanted you this whole time.” His palm presses firmly against your back, his other hand gripping your neck tighter. He wants, no, needs you closer. “You ruined me the second I saw you. Haven’t been with anyone since then.”

“Logan,” you whisper, bringing your hands up to his neck. “I want you too. Always have,” you confess.

He smiles, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to yours. “Then let me do this for you,” he rasps, almost begging, like he needs this more than you do. “Need to make you feel good, beautiful.” “Please,” you breathe. “Want you so bad, Lo.”

He curses under his breath, his lips capturing yours, harder this time. This kiss is starving, all-consuming. His tongue swipes across your lower lip, and you open your mouth, inviting him inside. He lowers you down carefully, sure not to break the kiss, guiding your back to the wood floor below. 

His thighs rest on either side of your hips as he hovers over you, bracing himself with his forearm. His free hand trails up your body, exploring your curves, hiking your shirt above your breasts. He smirks against your lips at the realization that you have no bra on. 

“Look at you,” he mumbles, rolling a nipple under his thumb, palming your breast. “Fucking perfect.” His fingertips drag to the other side, massaging you gently, taking your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching softly. “Can smell you, you know,” he grunts. “Know you’re soaking for me, darlin’.”

His hand slides between the valley of your breasts, trailing down your stomach, until his fingertips bump into the waistband of your panties. He hesitates, looking down at you, waiting for you to change your mind, to tell him to stop. “Please,” you beg. “Need you, Lo.”

Logan smirks, his hand slipping under the hem of your shorts and inside your panties. “Love it when you call me that, sweetheart,” he groans. His fingertips flick your clit gently before finding your folds, feeling your arousal. “Barely even touched you,” he tuts. “And she’s already crying for me.”

He prods your entrance, spreading your slick, teasing you. He bites your lips, sucking so hard he might bruise—might draw blood—and you hope he does. You want proof that he was here, proof that he wants you—needs you this badly. You moan as his fingers find your clit again, drawing a few soft circles before pulling away, his hand slipping out of your shorts. 

You grab his biceps needily, impatiently, your nails digging into his skin. “Don’t stop,” you cry out. “Please, Logan.” 

He swallows your moans with another kiss, his lips trailing down to your jaw, then your neck—that sensitive spot just under your ear. “Don’t worry, pretty girl,” he soothes, biting down on your pulse point, licking the hollow of your throat. “Don’t think I could stop if I tried.” He nips at your collarbone, shoving your tank top further up your chest as his lips drag down the valley of your breasts. 

He kisses his way to your stomach, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down your legs. His palms spread across your inner thighs, yanking them apart. He settles between them, his face just inches from your heat. He presses a chaste kiss to your clit, still all too clothed, hidden behind your panties. 

“Lo,” you whine. He breathes you in, pressing another kiss to your clit. He digs his fingers into the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. 

“Wanna take my time with you, sweetheart,” he grunts, finally throwing your panties to the side. He spreads your legs wider, his face settling back between your thighs. You can feel his breath against your cunt, warm and teasing. “Wanna take care of you.” His lips finally find your clit again, and he licks at you. 

His tongue is soft, warm, wet. He laps at you again, harder this time, and you moan his name. “Fuck,” you curse as he licks a long stripe through your folds and back up to your clit, flicking the bud. Your legs twitch, your hips backing away involuntarily at the newfound pleasure. Logan’s hands slide under your ass, yanking you back to his face. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He mumbles teasingly against you, the vibration of his deep, bassy voice rocking your core. “Not letting you go until I’m done with you, darlin’.”

You curse under your breath as he licks another long, slow stripe through your folds before settling on your clit. His tongue draws gentle circles around the bud, and you can’t hold back the loud moan that falls from your lips. 

“Yeah?” Logan husks between laps. “Feels good, pretty girl?”

“Y-yes,” you stammer, looking down at Logan, his face buried against your cunt. His eyes are trained on yours, watching your every move, taking in the way you’re squirming for him. “D-didn’t know it would feel this good, Lo.”

“Gonna try something, okay?” He says, his eyes searching yours. You nod emphatically, bracing yourself. His lips wrap around your clit, his teeth lightly grazing the bud as he pulls it into his mouth. And then he sucks, hard. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your back arching off the floor.

He releases the bud, and does it again, sucking harder this time. Tears brim at the corners of your eyes, pleasure coursing through your veins. “Logan!” You cry out, your nails digging into the floor below, searching for purchase. “Fuck!” He laps at you soothingly, drawing tighter, faster circles around your clit. 

“You okay?” He coos between laps, his tongue swirling rapidly. 

You swallow, meeting his gaze again. The sight of him between your legs, working your clit, his hair a disheveled mess—it’s overwhelming. “Yeah,” you heave. “More than okay.”

He smirks against you and wraps his lips around your clit again, sucking on the bud like hard candy. His right hand slides out from under your ass, trailing up your inner thigh. Your heart thunders in your chest as his fingertips find your folds, spreading your slick, your walls clenching down around nothing. 

“Know you need ‘em, pretty girl,” Logan croons, two fingers nudging your entrance. “Beg for it.”

But he’s sucking on your clit again, making it impossible to say a word. You whimper, your legs trembling. “P-please,” you stutter, choking on air. “Need…” You trail off, your eyes fluttering closed. You swallow harshly. “Need your fingers, Lo,” you finally manage. 

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, shoving two fingers deep inside you, down to his knuckles. 

“Fuck, thank you,” you whine, moaning his name as his fingers stretch you out. You suddenly feel so full, so warm, so close. He pulls out, only to plunge back in, deeper this time. He’s lapping at you with reckless abandon—a man starved, like you’re the air he needs to breathe. Your walls flutter around him, the liquid heat in your lower belly threatening to burst. 

“Tastes so good,” Logan mumbles against you, his long, thick fingers thrusting in and out. He hits that sweet spot deep inside you with every pump. “Such a sweet little pussy. Tastes better than I imagined.” You’re crumbling underneath him. His words alone might push you over the edge. “Nothing compares to you, you know that?”

Your walls flutter again, his fingers sinking deeper inside you. “You like that?” Logan husks. “Like knowing how much I want you? How much I need you?”

“Yes,” you groan, his fingers fucking into you, faster now. His teeth graze your clit as he pulls the bud back into his mouth and sucks roughly. “N-need you, too. Always.” 

“I know, pretty girl,” he soothes, scissoring inside you, dragging along your walls. He laps at you, his tongue stroking your clit. “Not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”

You curse under your breath. You can feel yourself melting, your walls contracting and releasing. “Lo,” you call. “I’m so close. Wanna…” You trail off, unable to finish. 

“Can feel you squeezing me, sweetheart,” he breathes. “Don’t hold back. Let it happen,” he coaches, rocking into you. “Wanna taste you, wanna feel you come on my fingers.” He laps at you between sentences. “Come for me. Know you can do it.” And then everything is white-hot and blazing.

It’s earth-shattering—better than anything has ever felt before. The tension snaps, heat boiling under your skin. Everything is blurry, hazy, dizzied as you let go, and let go hard. You cry out Logan’s name, your thighs shaking as waves of pleasure drag you under. Your bones are burning, scorching. Everything is on fire—overwhelming and greedily all-consuming. 

Logan’s pumps slow, and he carefully pulls out of you. He laves at you, his tongue pushing through your folds, milking you dry, savoring every last drop. 

“Logan,” you whisper, your hands reaching down to his head, digging your fingers into his scalp. 

He hums against you, unwavering as his tongue laps at your folds, tasting your release. 

You’re still shaking, still coming down from your high. “Logan,” you call again, and he looks up this time, lifting his face from your cunt. Your release glistens on his chin, and he licks his lips clean of you. His eyes are dark, his palms squeezing your thighs possessively. 

“I’m not done yet, sweetheart,” he says, demand clear in his voice. 

Your heart flutters in your chest as he climbs up your body, hovering over you again. His lips find yours. “You taste that?” He mumbles, kissing you again, harder this time. “You taste how sweet you are?”

“Y-yes,” you answer, his hand sliding down your body, slipping between your legs, finding your overstimulated clit. 

He pinches the bud lightly, your back arching off the ground, your breasts pressing to his all-too-clothed chest. “Need more of you,” he husks, his hand dragging back up your body. He sits up and pulls you into his chest, taking all your weight as he hoists you up and stands. You instinctually wrap your legs around his waist. 

He places you in the center of your bed before striding across the room, closing and locking your bedroom door. “They’ll all be home soon,” Logan says, walking back towards you, spreading your legs and settling between your thighs. “Might have to be quiet for me, darlin’.”

“W-what do you—”

And then his face is buried deep inside your cunt, his tongue lapping desperately at your clit. “I told you,” he rasps. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

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(MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS)

You had managed to get yourself into the games, congratulations..! I guess..

You tried to blend in but you stuck out like a sore thumb.

So many people had questions especially this guy named Gi-hun.

For some odd reason he was very insistent on you leaving.

You just couldn’t understand why, all you were gonna do was play some silly games for some cash.

How dangerous can that be?

During the first game red light green light, you knew you had this in the bag.

That was until the first shot was fired, your entire body froze. Even with Gi-hun screaming instructions you were still frozen.

Even when people began to start moving again you stood there frozen.

Tears are down your face, you were terrified.

Then someone grabbed your shoulder, it was this lady with a lip ring(player380).

She guided you along the field.

You had 30 seconds left, the people that were at the finish line screamed words of encouragement towards you.

It was strange to have so many people cheering you on all at once.

You crossed the line finally, and collapsed into player 380’s arms.

After the game you sat on the floor, ignoring the sympathetic looks from others.

You sat there thinking on what to do.

Thats when player 388 came and sat with you, he introduced himself and his friends to you.

“Are you ok..?” Gi-hun asked in a tone that could only be described as pity.

“Yea.. I think” you said quietly.

That’s when armed guards came in, they told y’all about the voting system and how you could vote to stay in the game or not.

Everyone placed their votes when it was your turn the room became eerily silent.

You could feel everyone’s eyes staring at you. Your hand hovered over the X button but then you thought about it.

About your parents and their struggle, you thought about all the loans they had to take out just to keep you in school.

You hesitated before pushing the O button.

You heard a collection of gasps and cheers.

You slowly walked towards the O side avoiding Gi-Huns look of disbelief.

You were met with pats on the back and words of support.

Then in a flash you were pulled to the side by some purpled haired guy(thanos) he did his whole introduction.

You thought he was insane, he looked cracked out.

But every time you tried leaving he would pull you back.

He looked at you as if you were an artifact that needed safe keeping.

Fortunately you pulled away by dae-ho(388).

That was when you met player 001(frontman) he stared at you intensely studying you.

They questioned you on why you chose O but you didn’t feel like explaining yourself.

From then on you had multiple people trying to convince you to join their side. They wanted you to quit the game.

You protested you wanted to stay in, but no matter what you said they never let up.

You started to not like the people you were stuck with.

Part of the reason was they treated you like a baby, some of them even coddled you.

It was nice a first, people gave you some of their food, they lended their protection to you.

But in the end it became much more annoying rather than loving.

Around the second game is when things got really bad.

People all around you offering for you to join their team, you walked around until you got pulled onto Thanos team.

You were in charge or spinning top and all though you were good you could barely focus with all the people yelling.

You managed but not before yelling some very unkind words.

After the games you had people practically swarming you, you wanted to cry and throw up all at the same time.

Then a miracle happened, player 001 pulled you out of the crowd.

Yelling at them all while holding you close to himself.

He held you close for a while, it got kinda awkward after the first 20 minutes.

It was a very overwhelming experience being in the game, along with the killing games, people were starting to seriously scare you.

I mean they were having full on arguments over you. It was kinda insane.

Even the guards treated you differently, they gave you the occasional head pat after a game, they slipped you extra food, and no matter what time it was they always let you use the restroom.

It was nice to have so many people care about you but care becomes smothering after a while.

You started becoming the apple of everyone’s eye, everyone was just so 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜.

A/n: I hoped you liked this one, I love u all so much bye bye✌︎('ω')✌︎

[seokmn]

⠀︵⠀STRAIGHT OUT OF THE MOVIES ⠀◌Ⳋ ✧ ── don't you love when you're a player and your crush has to pull out the ‘10 things i hate about you’ card?

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader wc: 1.2k words warnings: mingyu calls reader doll and gorgeous lua's note: happy late bday my sweetie @mi9yuz :))

ᯓ★ "so won't you smile? i'm shooting a movie"

“So it’s a deal.” Mingyu said as he took a bite of your ice cream.

You looked at him in confusion and surprise. “First of all, that was extremely rude. Don’t you ever eat my ice cream again, okay? Second of all, what are you talking about?”

“If you win the match, I’ll ask you to be mine.”

“So,” you take a bite of your cream while looking at him like he made an unfunny joke. “You’re saying that if I win the next game, we’ll become official?”

“That’s right. I mean, not you you, but if your team wins. I’ll finally ask you the question I bet you’re dying to hear.”

You laughed, and Mingyu smiled. “What? You’re about to tell me that you never wanted me asking you to be mine? I’m sure you already imagined me being your boyfriend, I’m such boyfriend material that you can’t help but think how good I’d be to you, am I right?”

He was right. You did imagine him being your boyfriend- countless times if you have to be honest. You really couldn’t help but think how amazing life would be if you had him as officially yours, if you could introduce him to your friends as your boyfriend and not as the famous long pause as if trying to figure out what to say before saying friend.

“I never imagined that I would hope to lose a match so badly,” you held back a smirk, but when you saw that Mingyu was looking at you like a lost puppy, pouting and clinging to your arm, you let out a choked laughter. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Do you hate me that much? Don’t you wanna be mine? My only one, the one I’ll cherish forever and ever?”

“Dramatic, aren’t you?” You took a large bite from his ice cream and stood up before he could even process your past action. “I have to go now, see you later?”

“Whe-where are you going?”

“Practice for the upcoming match. Maybe this match is the most important one of my life so far, but just maybe.”

Mingyu’s expression softened as he sat still on the bench, looking at you with shiny eyes. “Yeah, you really should go practice. I don’t date losers.”

“Noted. See ya!”

“See ya, potential future lover!”

You chuckled and walked away; your heart skipping a beat at the thought of becoming his significant other. You knew that your team had to win that match in a way or another - Mingyu had to be yours, and you had to be his.

When the day had come, you were listening to your coach’s words, but your eyes were fixated on where Mingyu was sitting with his friends. They were holding signs that showed their support for your team, but Mingyu’s sign wasn’t hyping up your team, it was hyping you up. You and you only.

“Did you hear me, Y/N?” Your coach’s voice made you stop looking at Mingyu and his friends, and that was when you noticed all of your teammates looking at you, worried that you weren’t paying attention to his words and could possibly screw up during the match.

“I did, coach. Don’t worry.”

“Alright then, you can do it. Let’s go!”

As the match started, your focus shifted towards the game and you promised to yourself to give your best, maybe even more than your best.

You watched your opponents and tried to guess their next moves, all that while running and helping your teammates out to pass the ball to each other.

During the breaks, you would look at the benches full of people, but your eyes always landed on them - Mingyu and his friends. Those were the only moments when you could hear their shouts, because once the game started again every sound that wasn’t your heartbeat or your teammates and coach’s voices would fade away immediately.

When the match was over, you were exhausted, but extremely happy; your team had won and your dream was about to come true.

You looked towards Mingyu’s direction with a huge smile on your face, only to be met with only his friends that were shrugging his shoulders and shaking their heads while mouthing that they didn’t know where Mingyu was. You frowned and looked around, trying to find him and failing miserably.

Your heart clenched at the thought of him losing the last minutes of the game, losing the announcement that said that your team was the winner.

Some of your teammates hugged you from behind, congratulating you and themselves for winning and you decided to play along. However, everyone’s attention turned to the crowd when they heard shouts:

“Go get her, dude!”

“Y/N, he’s coming for you!”

Not a minute after Mingyu’s friends shouts, you heard a voice on the speaker singing ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off You’, it was Mingyu’s voice.

You gasped and started to look around, trying to find him. When you did, he was wearing a dark blue suit and striped shirt; he was holding a small bouquet with white roses in one hand and a mic in another. He looked absolutely stunning.

He walked towards you while still singing. People in the crowd were recording and murmuring about the moment, but your focus was only on the boy in front of you, singing that beautiful song to you and making it seem like it was a moment straight out of the movies.

Once he finished the song, your cheeks felt sore from smiling so much. Mingyu put the microphone down on the grass and handed you the bouquet.

“I can’t believe you really did that.”

“Well, I had some lessons with the best, Patrick Verona,” He smirked and took your hand. “So, tell me. Don’t you wanna be my love? The owner of my heart? The reason why I breathe?”

“Are you always that cheesy?”

“Only when it comes to you. So, yes or no?”

“You know I want to.” Your smile got wider, something that you didn’t even know that it was possible.

Mingyu mirrored your smile and leaned forward to kiss you, but you leaned back and placed your hand on his chest. “I’m sweaty and probably stinky, are you sure you want to kiss me right now?”

Mingyu seemed to think about it for a moment. “I remember talking about not dating losers, not about not dating sweaty and stinky yet gorgeous dolls.”

You chuckled. “You’re impossible.”

“That’s why you love me.” He said before pressing his lips against yours and kissing you in a slow pace as you kissed him back.

His friends and some other people started to shout praises at you. It not only seemed like the final scene of a movie, but it felt like one.

When you broke the kiss, he hummed and looked in your eyes. “Yeah, I’m not kissing you after any of your matches again.”

You hit his chest while laughing, making him let you an “ouch” in a mocking way. “I was kidding, I swear! But how about you go take a shower and then we go out, hm? Our first date as a couple.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice. But only if you pay me an ice cream and do not steal bites from it.”

“Now you’re asking too much, you know that your ice cream always tastes sweeter than mine, but I can try to not eat it if it means that much to you.”