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charlottecutepie · 10 months ago

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❥ Teacher’s pet (William Afton x fem!reader)

author note: reader is 18 here. this one shot is pretty long but writing it was very fun and interesting for me, but please read tags carefully, I didn’t put one which may be a big spoiler, but this fic contains sexual and dark themes. I wrote it when movie wasn’t out yet, so description of appearance might look like game!william, but as always, you can imagine him as how you like ;)

tags: dark, angst, reader and William are fucked up, jealousy, big age gap, cheating, smut with a plot, pervert!William (he’s actually disgusting man here), oral sex, vaginal sex, Michael Afton mentioned, inspired by Melanie Martinez “teachers pet”

Going to school has always been part of your entertainment. If someone went there for the sake of study, then you went there to have fun with your friends. From a young age, you didn't know what word "no" was, your parents raised you like a little princess, giving you everything you want. You went to one of the best schools in the state, and despite your bad behavior and frequent dirty tricks, you were never expelled because of your high status.

Of course, such a reputation brought a lot of trouble, many students saw that you didn't do anything in class, but still got good grades. Rumors began to spread quickly, but as soon as you started high school, you immediately found friends who were similar to you in character. But in high school, you also got a new experience and not the most rosy one. Smoking right in the school yard, skipping classes, food throwing in the cafeteria and arguing with teachers forced you to visit the principal's office every week. Your parents didn't approve of this behavior, and you, as an adult girl, had to deal with problems on your own.

"Have you seen our new physics teacher? He's so handsome!" Mia exclaimed in awe, holding your school bag while you were trying to find something in the school locker.

"Um, if you're talking about that old prick who sleeps in his own lectures.…"

For a girl like you, it might have been a pleasant surprise to know about a new teacher, but now it's not like that. After so many jokes and pranks that you've done with all the teachers at school, you've come to the only conclusion. All teachers are old bores.

"What? No, no, no!" another girl, Sofia, who was standing to your right, joined the conversation. "Don't you know professor Afton?"

You shook your head, trying to show that this topic is not interesting to you. Finally, you found an apple that was lying in a dusty corner. The girls, seeing that you had already brought it to your mouth, frowned in disgust.

"Shouldn't you wash it first?"

Your conversation continued about the mysterious new teacher, to whom you were indifferent. But girls insisted on their own and convinced you to go to class, saying you wouldn't regret it. Judging by the way they described William Afton, you expected to see a handsome, sexy, pleasant, seductive, elegant, gorgeous man. And what was your shock when you entered the classroom and saw an exact copy of their words.

The man was standing near the teacher's desk, holding a book in his hands. At first glance, he was about forty years old. Kind of aristocratic, with pale skin and dark brown hair, sharp features and a thin build, so damn tall. But the most magnificent were his eyes, silvery blue, the color of crystal clear lake water. Everything your friends said about him was absolutely true. He was the most perfect teacher you've ever seen, and you couldn't wait to get to know him better.

"Good afternoon, class, glad to see you all." your heart stopped when you heard his voice, it was low, a little smoky and at the same time rude, which corresponded to his appearance. William looked around at the students, stopping at you for a second, noting to himself that this was the first time you had come to his lesson.

Your parents would be shocked to learn that their daughter can sit quietly in class like a good girl, listening to a lecture about neutrons and protons. But no. Coming back to reality, you didn't give a damn about physics, and you only sat still because you were hypnotized by his voice.

"Don't tell me you've already fallen in love with him." Sofia, who was sitting on your right, muttered with a smirk on her face.

"He looks good." you answered, winking at her.

"I bet he's married…" suggested Mia, who was sitting in the back. She didn't take her eyes off the notebook in which she was diligently writing down everything William said.

"I see you're trying to give the impression of an obedient schoolgirl, huh?" you turned your whole body towards her, teasing her in your usual bitchy manner. The girl had already opened her mouth, ready to answer, but was interrupted by a loud cough.

The whole class fell silent, and you turned to face professor William, whose eyes were staring at you intently. He didn't say a word, but his face showed that he was unhappy with such behavior. You were already preparing for the worst outcome, thinking that he would make a remark, but he continued his lecture as if nothing had happened.

Propping your head on your hand, you continued to openly stare at him. Your curious eyes ran over his entire figure, assessing his clothes and how perfectly his black trousers fit him.

"What's your name?" a familiar voice awakened from the fantasy world, but this time it was heard much better, because its owner was standing right next to your desk. When you looked up, you saw professor Afton himself. You introduced yourself. "Are you chewing something?" the man's tone didn't sound like a question. "Chewing gum is prohibited in my class, please be respectful to me and others."

Looks like luck was on your side today if this man pays you so much attention, you thought, and spitting out the gum, barely holding back a grin, you glued it right under the desk.

"Well, I'm going to have to ask you to clean this up after class."

You got what you wanted. Sofia and Mia were the last to leave the classroom, making perverted jokes about you. Getting to know each other better promised to be interesting. You sacrificed your precious plans for today just to get to know this man a little better. But, to your great regret, nothing interesting happened. And what your friends were joking about didn't happen either. William's face was set in stone.

"Why haven't I seen you in my classes before?" he asked calmly. His cold and impassive demeanor was annoying. What kind of teacher is that? There must be some way to get him emotional.

"Because they're boring." if to play the bitch, then play to the fullest, you thought.

"You are wrong, exact sciences can be very interesting if they are taught correctly." he sighed, considering what to say next. "I'll let it slide for the first time, but I don't want it to happen again, okay?"

"If your teaching skills impress me, I will attend all your lessons." you spoke, glaring at him.

"I hope so." the man replied. The corners of his mouth turned up, and he looked back at the book. "Now put that gum away, please."

Oh, how long you've been waiting for him to say that. You knew that this boring book wouldn't be the only thing his eyes would be glued to. Getting up from your desk, you straightened your slightly rumpled miniskirt and turned your back on William. You bent over, your skirt indecently pulled up, exposing the elastic band of your stockings. You tried to keep a satisfied smile on your face, but you couldn't as you felt his studying gaze all over your body. Afton ran a hand through his hair, as if trying to restrain himself, reminding himself that he was at work. Gritting his teeth, he continued to watch you.

The minutes have turned into an eternity for both of you. When you finally unhooked the gum, you put it in a napkin and turned to William. And you knew that he saw everything. And he knew you knew.

…

From the day it happened, you decided not to tell your friends. You've been waiting for the time to come when you can shock them with something bigger. Physics became your favorite lesson, and until your parents couldn't recognise their beloved daughter, you continued to play on Mr. Afton's nerves.

William was strict, but he never raised his voice at the students. His tests always had forty questions, and the time given was too short, but you still tried to write them perfectly (although you knew physics terribly) to impress him. But why did he never give an excellent grade? You used cheat sheets, but even they didn't help, the result was the same. Afton left you after school to sort out mistakes. And it was boring as fuck, and every time you hoped that something would happen.

It's been two weeks since William Afton came into your life. Staying after class was just so boring, you decided to attract his attention with something else if the revealing outfits didn't work.

When he gave you another test with a million questions, you frowned to pretend you were thinking. Your seat was at the end of the class, so no one really saw you, and that played into your hands. When the time of the test was coming to an end, you took the sheet and gently touched it with your painted lips, leaving a mark from your dark red lipstick. This won't leave him indifferent for sure.

At break, no matter how fearless and brave you were, your heart was pounding as your cheeks were flushed. The scariest thing was waiting for his reaction. What if you forgot to sign the sheet and he'll think it's some other girl? But William Afton got to know you well even in such a short time. He'd have known whose sheet it was just by looking at the lip print. He's never had a girl who seduced him the way you did.

"For what purpose was this… done?"

Anxiety quickly turned to intrigue and curiosity as soon as you were back in the classroom. The plan worked.

He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Do you think I don't notice your looks? The way you're acting is out of line. And this uniform you're wearing is definitely not a school one."

"Nevertheless, you like it."

William immediately shut up. His always serious face now shows another emotion that you haven't seen before. He furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes a little, as if he expected something else from you. You just stared at each other in silence.

Afton was standing very close. His body was tense. But despite the seriousness of the situation and what just came out of your mouth, you knew that this was your chance and you weren't going to miss it.

"Yeah. I like it." he had barely finished the sentence as you already reduced the distance between you to a minimum and rose on tiptoe to reach his lips and kissed him.

You felt his lips tremble in shock, but you continued. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he surrendered and deepened the kiss. At that moment, sanity was completely gone, leaving only the desire, the desire to touch him everywhere. You weren't sure if door was locked, which meant that at any moment someone could enter.

William Afton was a fucking sinner. He knew it would end like this. Any normal teacher would immediately send you to the principal or talk to your parents. Any, but not him. Animal desire ate him up from the inside when he imagined you on sleepless nights. From the day your eyes met, William knew who was going to be his favourite in class.

…

The wall clock showed 6 p.m., classes had long since ended. But not for you. Mr. Afton came into the class with a bottle of water, as soon as he saw you, the corners of his lips lifted.

"You're making progress in studying electromagnetic phenomena," he noted, putting the bottle on the table and sitting down on a chair. You smiled sweetly in response to the praise. "What can you say about electromagnetic induction? Who discovered it and when?" William knew you wouldn't answer, but he wanted to tease you a little anyway.

"Come on, you know that's not what we're both here for!" you said coquettishly, putting your elbows on the table and resting your head on your palms, you stared at him intently, batting your eyelashes.

"After all that has happened, it's worth dropping the formalities. Just call me William."

The pose in which you appeared in front of him gave the professor a full view of your cleavage. The first three buttons of the white shirt were undone. However, he didn't take any action, expecting you to do everything yourself. William was trying to keep his sanity because he knew how bad this game would turn out for you. Oh, how wrong he was.

"Would you like to take a closer look, Mr. Afton?" your voice is a little higher than usual. You knew where his eyes were looking. And he didn't hide it either.

"Just William." he repeated through his teeth.

"You're so fucking boring." a tired sigh from you. The click of heels was the only sound in the class. You stood between William and the table, maintaining eye contact the whole time. The atmosphere was heating up by the second. Warmth spread all over his body, and his cheeks turned little pinky. Your hand reached for the bottle, and the next second you started slowly spilling all liquid onto your chest. The wet shirt stuck to your body, exposing the contours of your nipples.

"Fuck, come here." William is tired of your cheap show. He could stand everything: perverted looks, short skirts, stupid coquetry, but seeing you so… so vulgar, doing whatever you want in his class, with a bottle that he bought, spilling his water on yourself, was damn infuriating. He lost the battle with himself, the desire took over, the need to fuck you right on this table, to teach you a real lesson. "You fucking want me, don't you? I can see how much you need my touch, how much you want me to fuck you. Little slut. You've been provoking me all this time, pretending to be an innocent angel, but here," William's hand reached for your already soaking wet shirt, roughly grabbing your breast. "that's who you are, that's your nature."

"Will you fuck me?" your question sounded more like a desperate plea.

"Show me what you're capable of, and then I'll think about it." now it was William's turn to smirk. When his hands left your breast, he majestically relaxed in the chair, legs apart. His open posture perfectly showed what was required of you.

Without wasting a minute, you fell to your knees with fire in your eyes, trying to please him. In response, a mocking laugh escaped his lips. When you felt his erection in your palm, you giggled. No matter what unflappable man he showed himself in class, he was different when he was alone with you. You felt special, because you were the only one of all the girls who turned him on. Or so you'd like to think.

You unbuckled his belt, jerkily pulling off his boxers down. His hard cock was dripping precum. To avoid distractions, you tucked your hair behind your ears, then wrapped your hand around his length, lazily moving it up and down.

"That's it, good girl, so eager." William murmured hoarsely, which made you raise your head to look at him. Wonderful. His brows were furrowed, eyes were closed, and his chest was rising and falling. Seeing him so weak was… unique, unusual, exciting even. But why, why William? No matter how many guys you've touched like that, none of them ever made you feel that way.

If he wanted to see what you're capable of, then it's time to demonstrate it. Brushing away unnecessary thoughts and at the same time mentally preparing yourself, you lightly licked his swollen tip, causing him to sigh deeply. It really boosted your ego, gave you even more confidence: to hear the sounds he makes, to feel his legs twitch. And you wanted more, so you tried to take him fully in your mouth, but you couldn't. He's a lot bigger than all your exes, so you started helping yourself with your hand, stroking the base of his dick.

William's hands grabbed at your hair, causing pain, but you continued. Although your efforts weren't enough for him and he began to move his hips, already fucking your mouth. He forced you to take his whole cock, his shaft went right down your throat, which made tears come to your eyes. You hit him lightly on the leg so he'd let you go as you felt like you were going to throw up any second.

After a while, you finally got a little used to his steady fast pace. Breathing through your nose, you continued to let him greedily fuck your mouth, but you felt that you were also terribly aroused by it. Your hand reached down in hope of rubbing yourself through your panties, but suddenly Afton abruptly pulled you away by your hair.

"And what are you doing, hm?" he asked in a husky voice, looking at your fucked out face. Oh, what a wonderful sight William saw, a real work of art. You with watery eyes, ruined makeup and drops of his cum mixed with your saliva on your lips and chin. You don't look so cocky anymore. And William is so damn pleased to see what he's turned you into. If he could, he would have taken a thousand photos and hung them all over his house walls. But sadly, wife and kids will not approve of this.

You gave him a clouded look without even hearing his question. Your brain was turned off, there was only one goal set — to satisfy him, and you were going to achieve it, no matter what. After taking in enough air and still not reacting to him, you took his cock in your mouth again, diligently moving your head up and down.

"Yes, I knew it. You're just a whore, nothing more. That's how your parents raised you, right?" you knew that wasn't true, but you tried to agree with him anyway, making a moan, but all what came out was gagging sound.

William threw his head back, groaning, his hand was still on your hair, no longer grabbing, but pressing enough to keep your head in one position. Your jaw was starting to hurt, it was hard to keep mouth wide open, and William didn't even seem close. You felt the urge to vomit every time he jerked his hips, completely plunging his dick into your throat and staying like that for a few seconds as your saliva dribbled down your chin. The feeling of your sweet throat tightening around his cock made him clench his teeth to keep from making loud moans.

"Be ready to swallow, sweetie." Afton muttered, looking at you with half-closed eyes.

Finally, when you felt him twitching and his thrusts become more and more sloppy, you realized that he was close. William came with a muffled groan, holding you by the hair so you wouldn't pull away. It was so hot and sexy to feel his cum trickling down your throat. You've never had a man who dominated you like that. All your exes were nothing compared to William.

When his grip loosened, he let you go, straightening his shirt and breathing deeply. You gasped for air, head spinning, throat sore, cheeks red, roots of hair hurt, but a stupid happy smile on your face when you realized what you had just done. William, however, was just as pleased as you. It had been a long time since he had fun like this, his wife never done anything like this with him. But what he never thought about was that he would find a girl like you so quickly, who would try madly to satisfy all his needs. And wasn't it heaven? William didn't feel any guilt, because he was sure that it was you who provoked him to do this.

"No one should know about this, honey, do you understand me?"

You were about to answer when the phone rang. William, seeing how exhausted you were, reached for it and handed it to you. When you picked up the phone, you were greeted by mom's serious tone.

"Y/n, where are you? It's already 7 p.m. and you're not home. Don't you know that you have a tutor after school? Your father and I are paying for him!"

"Gosh, mom, I'm with Mia and Sofia," you said through gritted teeth, "and I don't need any tutor, tell him from me that he's a useless old asshole!" you hung up the phone, glowering at the phone screen, where were 5 missed calls from mom.

"How obstinate you are, you remind me of Michael." you looked at him questioningly, to which William only grinned because of how ridiculous your cute puzzled face looked. The man put on his pants and, taking napkins from the table, wiped the left of cum from your lips. "Michael is my son. He is in his first year of engineering college, very stubborn and short-tempered."

A strange smile appeared on William's face when he spoke about his family. A smile he never had for you.

After another long minute of conversation, which you wanted to end as soon as possible, because they were useless stories about his kids, Afton helped you clean yourself up. When you got home, you crawled onto the bed and blankly stared at the ceiling, your brain digesting everything that happened today. It didn't scare you that everything happened so fast. But it bothered you that you never thought about him being married. There wasn't even any hint he had a wife. He didn't wear a wedding ring, and when you kissed him, he never refused. There was always an answer to all your flirting, the way he looked at you during class was something more than just innocent glances from teacher to student. It was the look of a hungry man who desperately wanted you.

And what's worse is that now you seem to be very much in love with William. Guys have always been nothing more than entertainment for you, it was fun to play with their feelings. And you thought it would be the same with Afton. Your goal was just to seduce him, just to have fun. After all, guys your age were boring, and you thought it wouldn't be so bad to find someone older, because you're a huge fan of playing on nerves. And just in time, professor William showed up at school.

But everything went awry when William Afton began to completely take over your thoughts.

Stupid teenage crush, what could be worse? And the worse was that William started flirting back. In all images, only William seemed to be there, his face haunted you in your dreams, but along with the ardent love, bitter jealousy grew, which you tried to stifle. And for a while, this unpleasant desire to be the only one for William disappeared. Because he spent all his time on you, which couldn't not make you the happiest girl on earth.

Kissing right in the school hallway was wrong, but how could you resist when he was aggressively pinning you against the wall, his hands gripping your hips while you tried not to moan into his mouth. Neither of you cared that there was a lesson behind that wall. The chemistry your brain was creating because of William was driving you insane, you couldn't wait for the day you'd be in his bed. Oh, how much you wanted to show him that you're better than his wife.

It was all well and good, until one day William had to leave right after class ended, telling you he had things to do. However, that didn't stop you from following him all the way home to find out where he lives. His house stood next to a road, on the other side of which was a bus stop, where you stood timidly, watching William enter the house and greet a woman who happily hugs him.

With what love and care she takes the umbrella from him, kisses him on the cheek, and they both disappear into the house. And with what anger and resentment you stand, completely soaked in the rain, watching them.

…

The next day, after a long night full of thoughts, you met William on your way to school.

"I thought you drove to work." you smiled fake.

"Yes, but Michael borrowed car, he needs it more now," William's face brightened, he continued to gesticulate a lot, smiling from ear to ear, voice was full of delight. "And the weather is so good today, isn't it great to take a little walk?"

"Probably…" and again this Michael, again the mention of his family, his wife, his kids.

"The thunder was booming all night, my little Elizabeth was so scared. Poor little one couldn't sleep."

Are you sure you didn't sleep because of your daughter? Isn't it because of your fucking wife? I know there was something between you last night. Why are you so damn happy? What about me?

The morning has just begun and everything is already going to hell.

Afton's phone rang annoyingly loudly, and his fingers instantly pressed the receive button.

"Hello, Clara?" his tone is so cloying that you wanna puke. "Oh, no, damn… Looks like I'm going to walk around school blind today… Yeah, I was in such a hurry that I forgot them on the table… I don't think I'll be able to come back, I'll be late for work… Sure, bye, honey, see you this evening, love you!"

Listening to how kindly and lovely he talks to his wife, you felt everything tearing apart inside, tears of anger appeared in your eyes. You turned away to wipe them off, not wanting William to see you like this. You didn't want to see William either.

The school day dragged on for a long time, you had to skip one lesson, sitting in the bathroom and smoking a few cigarettes to calm your nerves. You felt that if you saw William, you wouldn't be able to resist saying everything you thought about his wife into his face. Everyone in the class seemed to have already got used to the new teacher, the feelings of many girls cooled down as they realized they had no chance of having an affair with this man. Everyone… except you. You couldn't make your heart stop loving him, you didn't even know if it was love or some kind of sick obsession.

Although you knew one thing for sure: you weren't going to share him with anyone else.

After class ended, you quickly jumped up from your desk to put your things in your bag and leave the classroom, unable to see your professor anymore. Sadness and anger grew. As you passed his desk, about to leave, William called your name and asked you to stay.

You stood motionless, with your back to him, feeling deeply offended. When it was just the two of you in class again, William came up to you, put his hands on your shoulders and slowly took off his backpack. You didn't move.

"Look at me." he began. "What upset you so much? You've been acting weird all day, avoiding me."

You knew that ignoring his question would do nothing, but you felt lost, not knowing whether to tell him truth or not. You felt a lump in your throat, as if something was holding you back from telling him the reason of your behavior. Maybe you just imagined all this nonsense? Maybe it really shouldn't affect you that much, after all, it looks like he cares about your state. What if he doesn't really love his wife?

"Y/n?"

"Ah, that's… nothing special." you turned to him, still not looking him in the eye. How can you explain yourself to him if you didn't understood it yourself. "It's just problems… with parents, it happens."

"Is it because of the tutor?" you just nodded in response. William was a selfish man, but certainly not dumb. He watched your expression and the way you behaved in front of him, avoiding eye contact, and came to the conclusion that you were lying. "Oh, then how about I spend the evening with you?"

Afton felt no remorse. He suggested it because he felt pity for you and nothing more. And he also needed to relieve stress after a long week at work. He didn't have strong feelings for you, he didn't love you more than his wife. William knew that these emotions you're experiencing right now are just teenage infatuation, and why wouldn't he take advantage of it?

William knew how to banish your sadness, so he booked a hotel room.

Despite the terrible morning and afternoon, the evening was a thousand times better. Your tears of resentment turned to tears of pleasure, your hands reached for William's neck to pull him even closer to you. With each strong thrust, you felt his cock penetrate deeper. William ran his lips down your neck to your collarbones, leaving purple hickeys. His hands gripped your hips as he moved inside you.

How much you wanted this, needed this.

Your clothes were lying on the floor somewhere, and your phone was on the bedside table, the screen was on. The last message to mom said that you'd stay the night with your girl friends.

You dissolved into pleasure, loud moans, more like screams, escaped from your lips as William drove into your body. He nuzzled your neck, biting you like a wild animal, trying to stifle his own groans. You forgot about everything that happened today, about his wife and kids, about your parents, your friends. Everything around you didn't make sense. All that mattered was the man above you, who fucked you so hard your toes were curling.

"Oh, fuck-fuck, don't stop!" you whimpered, feeling that you were approaching orgasm. However, that sweet sob from you made something click in William's brain as he grinned.

His eyes glittered before he kissed you, letting out a low throaty growl as he did so. You moaned, letting his tongue slide into your mouth. William pulled out. Goosebumps ran over your skin, and you impatiently rubbed your body against him, trying to hint to him to enter you again. Afton broke the kiss, his hands turned you over on your stomach and lifted your ass, your bodies merged back together.

"You're so fucking tight. Been a while since you've been fucked that good, right?"

You knew that your moans were loud, too loud, you knew the people in the other rooms heard everything. You tried to restrain yourself by biting the pillow. William didn't approve of this and slapped your ass sharply, leaving a red mark, and then pulled you by the hair to himself.

"Don't hide your fucking moans, I want… everyone to know what a whore you are, bunny." he was breathing heavily, feeling walls of your pussy clench around his cock. William wrapped your hair on his fist, lifting your head to the ceiling.

You gasped, already losing your mind, when you felt his tip pressing against your cervix. Your body was shaking in his arms, and William took his hand from your hair, releasing you. You started moaning his name nonstop, writhing with bliss, moving back and forth yourself. You didn't even notice that William stopped moving at all, watching with a grin as you fucked yourself stupid on his cock.

"Oh, you want to cum? Dont you worry, I'll help my sweet girl." his hips began to move again, and his calloused fingers caressed your aching clit in lazy circular movements.

You felt waves of pleasure spreading in your lower abdomen, your pussy began to throb around his shaft, your legs trembled as you came with a desperate moan. William himself was close to orgasm, he pulled out of you, not holding back in moans, and brought himself to orgasm with his hand, cumming on your ass.

His sweaty body fell next to yours as he was breathing deeply, recovering. After a few minutes, he got out of bed, went to the bathroom, but returned with napkins, wiping your body.

"I'm going to take a shower." he lay next to you for a short time, then got up and went again to the bathroom, leaving you tired on the bed. Your eyelids were slowly closing as you were falling asleep, you almost dozed off, but you were woken up by William saying something. Your eyes flew open and you saw him already dressed, the man was taking money out of his wallet. "It's for a taxi, you'd better get some sleep, and in the morning you'll go home."

"What? You'll leave me.. just like this?" you immediately raised yourself up, leaning on your elbows, covering your naked body with a blanket.

"I have to be home in an hour, Y/n, don't make a drama out of it." Afton replied with restraint. His face was tense, there was no desire to discuss this jealous nonsense, and moreover, he wasn't in the mood to calm your hysterics. He knew that if he was late for his wife, she would bombard him with questions (because he always arrived on time), and this was the last thing he wanted.

"What do you mean, "don't make a drama"?! You think you can just—"

"You knew I had a family, and you knew what you were signing up for by having an affair with a married man." William felt his anger rising, he frowned. He slammed his palm loudly on the table, throwing money.

"No, no, wait, William!" your voice trembled, you tried to hold back the tears that gushed. "Don't leave me here!" William wasn't going to stand and listen to your screams, he didn't book a room for that. But your crying was exhausting his patience. Afton knew that this moment would come someday, however, wasting time on it wasn't in his plans. You'll calm down somehow, without his help. The professor took one last look at himself in the mirror and headed for the door. "How am i worse than her? How am i worse than fucking her?!"

It was impossible to understand what you were feeling, because it was an explosive mixture of all negative emotions. There was fear in your eyes, the fear of being abandoned, of losing William. But at the same time, cold anger was building up inside, and your knuckles were turning pale from how hard you were clutching the blanket. Throwing it off, you ran up to the man and grabbed his clothes.

William slapped you. Your cheek was burning as there was a large reddish mark on it from his palm.

"Leave me alone! I'm sorry i even damn know you!" William barked. He got angry, because your behavior went beyond all bounds, his hands pushed you hard, causing you to fall to the floor, but this didn't stop your hysteria. Clutching his leg tightly, you looked up at him, continuing to sob and beg him to stay. "This is our last meeting."

Escaping from your grasp, William left room, slamming the door, the sound of which painfully echoed in your ears. Your eyes widened in panic as soon as you realized that he was gone, that he left you. You cried until you lost your voice. A lump in your throat. You were left alone, humiliated, broken, abandoned, used.

Was it over?

You didn't show up at school for two weeks because you "caught a cold." Friends pmed you every day, asking how you were and when you would finally come to school, but you hardly answered, not knowing the answer yourself. You avoided communicating with your parents, spending whole days in your room, which alerted them, but they didn't dare to disturb your peace, thinking that you sleep all day because of the high temperature.

William Afton was no longer your teacher. After that terrible situation at the hotel, you felt something break in you. Every time you look at yourself in the mirror, the scene of how he hit you repeats itself in your head, and you relive all the resentment and anger, even rage. Nobody. No one in the world has ever raised a hand at you. Instead, you began to notice how his face causes unbearable irritation, to the point of gnashing your teeth. From his name alone, you want to break all furniture in your house. The memory of how you looked at him with loving eyes makes you want to erase your memory first, and then shoot your head off. How could you be so blind not to notice that he was just using you?

Jealousy turned into a desire for revenge, you wanted him to suffer for playing with your feelings, that he saw you as nothing more than a sex toy, and then innocently returned home to his wife's arms, as if nothing had happened. It shouldn't be like this.

Every night you woke up sweating from nightmares in which you did terrible things to him.

But at one point, the nightmares turned into fantasies.

….

While smoking a cigarette, you take out of your jeans pocket a photo of William that you took with him at a time when everything was still good. Undoubtedly, the photo turned out well, William's smile is great, he really is one of the most handsome men you've ever seen. Admiring the photo a little more, you hold a cigarette to it and watch as the photo turns to ashes.

It was over.

You knew all about William. You knew how many kids he had, how old his wife was, and what she cooked for him in the morning. Listening to him talk nonstop about his family life was excruciating, but fortunately, everything comes to an end. You knew where his eldest son went to study, and it didn't take you much effort to catch him on his way out of college.

"Hey there! Michael, right?" you call out to him as you approach him. Your mouth twists in a fake smile when you look at him closer, a real copy of his father. Michael is a little confused, he nods uncertainly and hopes that there is no blush on his cheeks. He finds you very attractive. "Oh, so… I'm Y/n! I study at the school where your father works, and he said he would help me prepare for my final exams."

"Oh, hello! I can actually give you a ride, dad gave me his car."

I know, silly, I know everything about you.

You gave the guy a radiant smile and nodded your head happily. How did a bastard like William raise a wonderful son like Michael? When you got into the car, you couldn't help but notice how Michael sometimes glances at you. It's pretty sweet, but he's clearly not your type. And Michael's not the problem. He tries his best to start a conversation with you, but you answer him without any enthusiasm. His chatter makes it difficult to concentrate.

The road takes little time, but you feel a fiery surge of anger every time the car stops at a traffic light. You're burning with the desire to rip the steering wheel out of Michael's hands and drive car yourself. You snort nervously, casting a discontented glance at the window. Patience is running out.

Michael parks the car, and you both get out, he leads you to the house, along the way telling some bullshit you ignore. You can barely restrain yourself from letting out a sarcastic laugh, knowing full well that you don't need his help. You know this place better than he does.

"Hey, dad, open! Your son has arrived!" Michael says loudly in a joking manner, knocking on the door. You hear heavy footsteps coming from the house, the door opens and William is standing behind it. His face doesn't express much emotion yet. But as soon as the door swings open fully, revealing you standing next to Michael, his eyes widen.

Your lips curve into a wide smile, and you twist your hair around your finger, fluttering your eyelashes innocently. William noticed you haven't been at school for a long time, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He ended everything at the hotel and didn't plan on coming back to you. He's almost forgotten what your voice sounds like. And how lucky he is that you showed up on his threshold to remind him of your existence. Afton didn't have much choice when Michael explained to him why you came. William sighs wearily, he should have changed his job just when you started making jealous scenes for him. But who the hell were you for him to risk his huge salary anyway?

You walk into his house, feeling William's eyes devour you. Without any shyness, you look appraisingly at everything around you. There are kid's drawings and a portrait of his wife on the walls, but the sweetest thing is the wedding photos in which William holds her in his arms, they both look so happy and deeply in love, perfect for each other. Why did William cheat on her? To some extent, you even feel regret for his wife.

"I have to go to work, so you can study as much as you want. See you later!" Michael exclaims, almost leaving the house. "Oh, and… dad, give her cookies, which, by the way, I baked!" William rolls his eyes, making it clear that Michael should really leave. You giggle, flattered that his son is trying so hard to impress you. "Please?"

"Sure, Michael."

Michael quickly leaves the house, no longer daring to bother you. As he walks to the car, an enthusiastic smile doesn't leave his face, he wipes small tears of sweat from his forehead. The poor guy feels a little awkward, but he sincerely hopes that he has left a good impression. He'll be so glad to meet you again, maybe you will even become friends? He's looking forward to your opinion on his baking skills.

As soon as the door closes behind Michael, William follows you into the living room. He's outraged, dissatisfied, how the fuck did you get to his house in the first place? Michael's college was very far from your school, it was hard to find him, impossible to catch him after classes. Who knows what's on your mind?

"Now tell me, why are you even here? Why are you doing this?" William gives you a contemptuous look, raising his eyebrows. He still can't believe that all this is happening to him, hoping that it's just a figment of his imagination, but no, you're in front of his eyes, sitting possessively on his expensive couch.

"But I love—"

"Now, dont start with this." William snaps, pointing his index finger at you to shut up. If William doubted his decision before, now he is convinced that he should have left you a long time ago.

"William, listen to me." you pout, crossing one leg over the other. "I'll never cross your threshold again, I just came to see you and…" plaintive tone. "to drink with you to our last meeting." your fingers slowly unzip the bag and you proudly show William a bottle of red wine. How did you even know that he likes this brand?

"I'm not going to do that."

"I swear I won't get in your way again. I realized that it was my fault, because you have a wife and…" you beg him, your lips tremble slightly as tears gather on your eyelashes, and all this is thanks to your incredible acting skills. How easy it is to manipulate people.

William narrows his eyes and sinks into his thoughts. You look so pathetic that he wants to hug you even though he doesn't have any feelings for you. He's thinking. On the one hand, his wife is outside with the kids and will return home in the late afternoon, and Michael is at work and will also come late. No one will bother you for the next few hours, and you two are alone, free to do whatever you want.

"The glasses are in the kitchen."

Alcohol fills the crystal glasses that William took out from the cupboard. He's not the least bit embarrassed that he once used these with his wife during their honeymoon.

The conversation starts about nothing. You playfully touch his feet with yours under the table, pretending it's an accident. But William knows those shiny eyes of yours. Your look with vulgar hints brings back memories of how you seduced him at school. After emptying the second glass of red, William gets up from the table and goes to the refrigerator for ice cubes, the kitchen is getting too hot. Or maybe he's already drunk.

You approach him, using the moment when the man is standing with his back to you, and press your chest against him. His body is hot and relaxed.

"I missed you…" you whisper excitedly. So disgusting.

Afton turns around and stares into your eyes, then at your revealing cleavage. Again. His pupils are dilating. He remembers the clothes you always wore at school, barely covering your breasts and ass, and how hard he tried to control himself in lectures.

Afton's head is spinning, everything but you is blurred in his eyes. And he gives up, greedily kissing you. Wet and rough, as always. His hands grab you by the neck, squeezing you slightly. And yours slide down his body, to his pants, and then to his belt.

"We better do it fast." William whispers hoarsely into your lips as you caress his hard-on with your palm through his clothes. How cute, he thinks you're just going to blow him like last time.

Now it has become difficult to hide aggression, alcohol has helped to feel everything in double size. You just wish he'd shut up, his voice is annoying, so you kiss him again. You want to vent all the anger and stuff it into his smoky lungs so that he can't take a breath. You bite his lips hard, causing blood to run down his chin, and William is so drunk that he thinks it's just such a foreplay. His hands are no longer unbuckling his belt, but William doesn't notice it, he's busy trying to take off your dress.

He's so weak, so seductive, just begging you to kill him.

"Come on, bunny, don't tease me." you roll your eyes, but you pull away, take off your dress, and it falls to the floor, you stand in front of a man in beautiful lace underwear. "Oh, so shameless, huh…" William drunkenly draws out his speech. Pisses you off, pisses you off, pisses you off. You kiss him again, the man's lips are so disgustingly wet because of the blood. He has no idea that this is the last kiss. Thanks to William's drunken state, your deft hands managed to get a knife out of the kitchen cupboard unnoticed.

You stab a man in the chest, his eyes widen in horror, he jumps away from you.

"What the fuck?!"

Stupid jerk. He doesn't even know that if he moves with a knife in his body, it'll only hurt more. A cruel smile appears on your face, and you come closer to him, putting your finger to his lips.

"Don't call me your bunny, asshole." with a clanking sound, you pull the bloody knife out of him, and William falls to the floor, screaming in searing pain. Everything about him pisses you off, how dare he cry when you've just started?

"Stop it, bitch! Stop it!" William presses his palm to the wound, from which blood is gushing, opens his mouth and breathes raggedly. Your eyes widened with rage pulsing through your veins, it engulfed you from head to toe. You kick William in the groin and he screams in agony. And then you kick him again and again and again until you hear a crunch, his dick is literally bursting. Afton cannot get up because of his drunken state, his hands slide across the floor, covered in blood, he kicks and screams in acute pain. You switched places, and now he's lying on the cold tile, choking on tears.

You fall on your knees next to him and stab him a couple more times in the stomach, chest, blood splashes on you and stains your white underwear. His body convulses, he tries to crawl away from you, his screams become hoarse.

Your frantic gaze runs all over the kitchen, trying to find something else besides a knife.

"Crazy bitch!" William shouts, sputtering. "I'm going to put—"

Hit. Another hit. And another one.

You're sitting on the floor in dead silence, holding a cast-iron frying pan in your hands and looking down at a lifeless body. Or a mess, that's more suitable word. A bloody mess. You wince at the disgusting sight. The end. His heart stopped forever, his skin seemed to stretch, become dense and acquired a light ashen color. A sharp metallic smell fills your nostrils, you throw your head back and roll your eyes. It's not known what killed him, a knife or a strong hit with a frying pan, but you are in utter ecstasy.

You carefully, like a graceful cat, put a frying pan on his broken head, covering his face and get up. You take one last look at what you've done. You're thinking. It's probably better to leave this dress as a gift to him. It's all covered in blood anyway.

Your legs carry you to the exit, you move slowly, and then out of the corner of your eye you notice cookies on a plate. Your brain remembers well how much Michael wanted you to try them. You smile sweetly, this boy is too kind and warm-hearted, he didn't deserve a father like William. You take a bite of a cookie, slowly, really slowly chewing it. There's no hurry anyway.

Ugh, it's disgusting. The cookies are too dry, almost not sweet, more like just breadcrumbs. It's better not to tell Michael, he'll be upset.

"You'll thank me later, Clara." you're talking to the beautiful woman in the photo that hangs on the wall in the living room. Her happy emerald eyes look into yours, she seems so lively and carefree, as if she is about to answer you.

You leave the house, finally finding yourself in the fresh cold night air. The light from the moon falls on your almost naked body, and the dried blood on it shimmers beautifully. Oh, how you wish you had a cigarette. The desire to smoke a pack hasn't left you since you entered this house.

Suddenly, the light from the headlights of the car blinds you and you squint. Michael arrived. And together with him, the rest of the family.

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dangerpronebuddie · 6 months ago

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Inspiration Saturday!!

Tagged by @wikiangela who is writing some adorable bucktommy fluff y'all should show some love!! 💚🩷

The photos we're getting for the next episodes have inspired a new WIP! (And my sister gave me a brilliant whump idea for the story too 😁). It also qualifies for the BTHB prompt: Severed Artery! I have the actual whump written, but I decided to share some of Buck's conversation with Helena, cause I don't know how I feel about the scene yet. Fair warning, Tommy is not portrayed in the very best light, so if you don't want to be tagged for this fic, I understand and I'll alter the taglist if need be 🥰:

“Where is Christopher?” Ramon asks before Helena could speak again. “He's at school,” Buck says. “I was planning on bringing him here as soon as he's out.” “We will get Christopher,” Helena declares. “As soon as we call the school, they'll understand.” “They already know the situation,” he assures her. “I um… called yesterday.” “You?” Helena frowns. Buck hums an affirmative. Trying to keep from falling apart while on the phone to Miss Townshend wasn’t an experience he ever wanted to go through again. “I would’ve thought Pepa would take charge,” Helena says to Ramon. “Evidently, she’s letting Buck lend a hand,” Ramon says. “Uh, actually, Eddie is letting me help,” Buck says, “has been for years.” “First I'm hearing of it,” Helena says with a challenging raise of her eyebrows. Eddie once described his mother like Katherine Hepburn's character in The Philadelphia Story. Cary Grant described her disapproving scowl as “the withering glance of the goddess.” The resemblance was uncanny. “Well, you haven't really been around,” Buck says with a wince, fighting the urge to hunch his shoulders around his ears. Tommy places a reassuring hand on his back, then squeezes the nape of his neck. “How would you know?” Helena asks. “I'm his best friend,” Buck says with a nervous chuckle. “And that gives you the right to take over while my son is incapacitated?” Buck takes a deep breath. “It does, actually.” “I beg your pardon?” She folds her arms, that withering glance never faltering. “It was Eddie's choice,” Buck says. “A few years ago, he chose me to act as Christopher's guardian should something like this happen.” "It doesn't stop us helping out," Helena persists. "I understand that," Buck says. "And I thank you for wanting to, but we have it handled." "Evan, he's their grandkid," Tommy points out.

"And he's my kid," Buck bites back with a disbelieving frown before whirling around to face the Diazes again. "I'm sorry, but Christopher stays with me."

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 24 days ago

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Hey!! I really admire your writing so I thought that maybe you could lend me a hand w smth... Do you happen to have some tips or exercises to get out of a writing block?

Or well, idk if I'd call what I'm struggling with that- is just... Whenever I try to write stories, my brain just isn't capable. Like. I know what I want and I know how I want it to sound but words just don't come out and if they do they don't feel good at all. And I /was/ able to do it before. It's like a part of my mind got blocked. I was reading your Miss Raven lore and what she studies while trying to create her UM made me think of this problem I'm having- the part rediscovering a part of oneself that was lost... or something like that.

So I thought that maybe you knew of some exercises or just... Something? Anything? If not I totally get it tho- sorry for rambling

[Referencing this series!]

Hello, hello!! ^^ Thank you for complimenting my writing, your support's much appreciated! I hope you can continue to enjoy my work~

I think I understand what you're going through. Gosh knows how many pieces I have on the backburner... but never enough time or motivation to finish them all. Having ideas is the easy part; actually fleshing out those ideas into fics is tricky, especially since we creatives can easily be our own worst critics. I'm pretty finicky with my own action scenes, dialogue, and emotionally intense moments and have to edit, revise, or completely rewrite them multiple times until it's sounding the way I want it to. Writer's block gets to us all sometimes. It's a natural part of being a creator so don't be shamed or worried!

abldsbuaodadfjnla It's interesting that you mentioned Miss Raven's struggles when describing your own. When I was in the process of writing her saga, I wanted her problems to be relatable and meaningful to others in some way. I'm glad that it happened to help you identify something within yourself 😃

Here are some of the things that I personally do to get out of writing slumps. This is what works for me, so I cannot guarantee that they will also work for you--but hopefully this at least gives you some kind of starting point!

Take a walk! Touch grass! It's good to get your mind off of creating and just... take a breather. You'd be surprised how refreshing it is to get fresh air and sunshine. Who knows, you might also see something on your walk that inspires you.

Take a nap! If you have an interesting dream, write it down. It could become a cool idea somewhere down the line.

Talk to a friend; it helps to have a new perspective to bounce ideas off of.

Read a book! Sometimes getting a sense of how someone else shares their ideas can inspire you to work on your own style.

Use another hobby as a creative outlet. For me, that's scrapbooking/journaling and baking. Don't set limits or rules, let yourself work at your own pace and have fun.

Start small, like writing some dialogue exchanges or a sentence or two.

Do writing or character prompts. You can find prompts of your own or use a website to generate random combinations.

Another exercise I like to do is writing a short story based solely on a random image. You can find images yourself or have a friend hand you one. It helps stretch the creative muscles!

The most important thing is to allow yourself the chance to rest and recover! No one can be a content making machine 24/7; that’s not what humans were built for. Be kind to yourself!!

Good luck with your writing~ ^^

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romanarose · 3 months ago

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Talk to Me

Santiago Garcia x afab!reader

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Summary: You open up to Santi about being sexually assaulted.

Warnings: Description of sexual assault. Just all the warnings there. Santi responds how I'd like a partner to respond in this setting (Ideally I'd like them to kill my rapists but unfortunetly this is the real world :(). Just be aware this could potentially be very triggering but I was trying to find a fic like this and couln't so I just made it.

Immersivity: Reader is so longer in teens (meaning not 18 or 19) I think thats it. gender neuatral but reader is AFAB

A/N as is the natue for many of these kinds of stories, I am describing my real life experience. Everyone is different, and no matter what, how you responded (fight flight freeze or fawn) or how you got into that position or how old you were, weather it involved physical violence or coercion or alcohol it's all traumatizing its all awful and you deserve to be heard and believed and comforted, and to have some form of justice whatever that may look like for you.

"It was stupid, honestly." You mutter, sitting up against the headboard of Santi's bed.

Santiago Garcia was the first guy you dated that had anything more than a box spring on the floor and who washed his legs, so things had been looking up. You were staying over at Santi's place, enjoying a nice saturday in, and dozed off only to be woken up by Santiago trying to be playful. He had grabbed your ankle, tugging at you saying 'wakey wakey eggs and bakey! Well, there's not eggs. Or bacon honestly. But I can doordash some- are you okay?'

You had begun to have a panic attack, something that Santi wasn't knew to handling with you. Over the months you were dating, he came to know your anxiety and depressive episodes, learning how to help deal with them. He wasn't knew to mental health: Will had PTSD bad enough he used to black out. Ben suffered from nightmares and panic attacks. Frankie buried his depression in addiction.

Today was different. Other times the panic attacks came from general anxiety things. Life surrounding Santi... today, it was clear he triggered it. He felt awful, an absolute wreck, making you cry when all he ever wanted to do was make you smile. So, he helped calm you down, and when you were ready, he broached the subject. He had suspected for a while now that someone had hurt you, but seeing as the relationship was fairly new still he didn't think it was his place to ask.

Now, the two of you sit together on his bed, parallel. You couldn't look in his eyes.

"It's not stupid. I promise."

You huff, crossing your arms and sinking into the bed just a little. "The whole ankle thing wasn't even that actual night, but a few weeks before. It was college. I had this group of friends I worked with and partied with a lot. Usually at this one couples place where a fuck ton of people lived. It was my friends place so we got drunk and I crashed on the couch when everyone went to bed. I was passed out but not like... not unconcious. In and out of sleep I guess. This guy who lived there with his pregnant girlfriend, Kody, he sat on the other end of the couch and just... started touching my ankles and legs. Massaging kinda. He occasionally said things to me that I dunno... made me feel good I guess. Maybe he was calling me hot but I don't remember. I just remember I'd pull my leg away sometimes and he'd keep touching or would wait until I stretched out again. I never really liked my legs touched. Tickleish I guess. But he wouldn't quit. I had the distinct feeling if I fell asleep he'd um... touch more."

You can hear Santi take a deep breath. "But he didn't that night?"

You shake your head. "My friends boyfriend came out and grabbed him. Said something like 'what the fuck is wrong with you' or something. Then put him in his room where his girlfriend was."

"He knew he was trying something."

"Yeah, I guess."

"And they still stayed friends?"

You can't help chuckle darkly at the nievty. "bro's before hoes."

But Santi isn't having it.

"What- that not-"

"Would you really stop being friends with one of the guys if you knew they-"

"They wouldn't. They aren't like that."

"I know. But if they did."

"Gone. No questions asked." The resolution in his voice made you smile.

"Anyway." You sigh. "Doesn't matter because a few weeks later I partied with them again and it happened so. I did that to myself." The tears and shame well up in your eyes, and Santiago grabs your hand.

"It's not your fault, amor. It's his, only his. Your were a teenager."

"Old enough to know better."

"Stop it."

"Old enough to know I shouldn't have gotten turned on."

Santi remained quiet at that, letting you continue.

You rest your head on his shoulder. "I was horny. Like, mad horny back then. He kept feeding me drinks and for hours he would touch me whenever people weren't looking. I was so fucking drunk, Santi. Like, the kind where you just puke int he bathroom then go back to partying. After a while I didn't just go along with it I kinda... I touched him too." With that, you begin to cry and Santiago pulls you into his arms as you finish. "We went to my dorm and he... he followed me but I let him in and I didn't fight back, and and, and, it felt good and I hated that it felt good and I hated that he knew how to touch me and I hated that he was complimenting me the whole time and I just wanted it to stop! I wanted to start screaming, I wanted to but thought about how I touched him back and my friend saw us kiss and... I just knew there was no way to prove anything. I knew it would just be embarrassing. He was a shift lead at work and I was new and I just knew there was no way anyone would believe me..."

"Baby..." Santiago's heart was broken, holding you closely to him and wishing he had been there, wishing he could have protected you.

"Eventually I started passing out. Most of my memories of that night were blacked out anyway... I couldn't even get into the car by myself. I just kinda... gave up, I guess. I let sleep take take me and let him do whatever. Sometimes I woke up and just went back to sleep. I couldn't even lift my head anymore."

Santiago rubbed your back soothingly. It felt nice to have him there. You ran those two nights through your head again and again, all alone, it was such a comfort to be held by someone you trusted while you think throught it.

"What happened in the morning, baby love? Was he gone?"

You're griping his shirt tight. "No. He fell alseep in bed with me, in the shitty twin mattress I had lofted. I just... i remember his sticky skin. I think about that a lot. I was delirious still but needed to get away so I stumbled my way to the couch and slept for I don't know how long. Then my alarm went off and I needed to go to math class because I wasn't doing good. I had to.... I had to go back to my room and wake him up. I didn't wanna touch him but he needed to leave. I just remember thinking 'I have class, I can't miss class' which like... should be the least of my worries. Anyway he um... He got up eventually and walked home. I tried not to interact with him after that. I dropped out at the end of the semester." You rub your face on Santi's sleep shirt, aware you're getting snot on it.

"He um... it was.... inside... I was just in shock for the next week, you know? I didn't get any plan B and then it was too late... So I just prayed and prayed I wasn't pregnant. I don't know what I would have done, honestly, but their weren't any abortion clinics nearby so. Who knows. All I know is every time some old politician man wants to make a rule banning abortions, they'll never be 19 sobbing between classes in the bathroom begging for their period to come."

He let you cry for a while, let out all your sobs and heaves and snot while he rubbed your back, whispering sweet nothing into your ear. When it was done, when you'd cried it all out finally, Santiago pulls you onto his lap, straddling him. He cups your face in his hands, looking you directly in the eye so you could feel the honest in them. A single dark curl fell over his forehead.

"I love you. I believe you. I don't blame you." He tilts your head down to press a chaste kiss on your nose. "I don't blame you for how you felt when he manipulated your body. I don't blame you forgoing back and partying with him after he touched your legs. I don't blame you for not getting plan B or wanting to get to math class or touching him. If you were so drunk you could barely walk, if you were blacking out, there's not way he could have consented. You were innocent."

You hug him.

A tight, child-like hug, clinging to him like your lifeboat in a storm, the anchor that keeps you grounded.

This is what you needed to hear. You needed to know that even if you weren't this idea of the perfect victim, you were still a victim. You were taken advantage of raped by a man who saw you as simply something to use, and it wasn't your fault.

Thank you so much for reading.

The year after this hapened to me was really bad, almost loft my life a few times. Words cannot describe how badly this broke me as a person, and my friends were extremely worried about me.

Againn, this was extremely self indulgent. I needed to hear these words from my beloved Santi, my sweet man <3

I love you all, and it wasn't your fault.

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beelsnack · 10 months ago

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Imperfect - Obey Me! Boys and an MC With Scars

Continuing my trend of hyper-specific self-insert fics lol

This is me projecting a little bit, I have quite a few scars. I'm diabetic, so I don't heal very well. Also, the scenario described in Mammon's part actually happened to me, so...yeah, ya boi is projecting.

There is a part two in the works, I just don't want to make this post too long.

Content Warning: Mention of self-harm in Belphie's part.

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Lucifer: “Can I ask you something?”

The two of them were enjoying a rare moment of peace, sipping on hot drinks together in the early morning. Most of the occupants of the House of Lamentation were still asleep, or the ones that were awake were busy doing their own thing. For once, it felt like the world was allowing them to take a break.

Lucifer set his coffee cup down and regarded them with the soft, fond look that he seemed to reserve for them alone. “Of course, my dear.”

“If you could…” the human cleared their throat, shifting their weight around nervously. “If you could get rid of my scars, would you?”

Lucifer’s expression hardened, and for a moment they were worried they had made him angry. An apology was halfway out of their mouth when Lucifer stood, making his way over to their side and cradling their chin in his gloved hand.

“If you wished it, it would be so,” he rubbed a thumb over one of the pock-marks on their cheek. Not only had cystic acne left a constellation of marks across their face, they had always bruised easily so even the mildest of injuries left scars.

“But you are exactly the way you need to be as you are,” Lucifer continued. “And I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”

Mammon: “Did it hurt?”

At first the human thought that Mammon was attempting to use a cheesy and potentially blasphemous pick up line on them. But when they looked up from the TV show the two of them were watching while curled up in their bed, they realized that he was looking at the faded red-purple marks adorning their legs.

“Well, it didn’t fucking tickle.”

Mammon flushed. “I didn’t - I mean - uh, shit, um - “

They shoved him good-naturedly. “Don’t worry about it.”

Both of them sat in silence before they decided the awkward tension was too much. “You wanna know how I got these scars?” they asked, in a terrible Joker impression.

“Not if you’re gonna sound like Heath Ledger while telling me.”

The human snorted. “It’s not even that cool, honestly. I was helping move some furniture, and the house had a pretty long set of concrete steps. I was going backwards down the steps, lost my footing and ate it from about six feet in the air.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Mammon hissed, wincing in sympathy.

“I have one on my arm, too, but that one’s a bit more faded,” they held up their forearm. The discolored patch of skin was barely visible in the dim light from the TV, but Mammon could still tell it couldn’t have been a pleasant experience. “Had a split second to chose between bashing my head in or fucking up my arm.”

“...I’m glad you chose your arm?” Mammon shrugged.

“Me too,” they laughed.

Leviathan: He was staring.

The human was starting to get a little uncomfortable with how intensely Levi was looking at their face. They knew the scar on the left side of their face was intense - it had been a constant reminder of the house fire they had survived when they were younger. But Levi didn’t have to stare at it like he was committing it to memory.

“I’m just thinking…”

“Thinking about what?” The human wished they had a hood to hide behind or something, they were starting to get angry.

Levi must have realized his error, because he suddenly turned bright red and looked away, hand covering the lower half of his face in embarrassment. The human felt a little bad, but at least Levi wasn’t gawking at them anymore.

“...y’look…lrpzuko…”

“...Come again?”

“I said you look like Prince Zuko!” Levi blurted before pressing his hand harder against his mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, I’m just gonna - “

“Wait,” the human pulled up their phone camera. “...I kind of see it, holy shit.”

Satan: “So where did this come from, anyway?”

He knew it probably was committing some sort of social faux pas to ask, but Satan was a curious creature by nature, and he figured that he and the human were close enough. Figuratively and literally, considering they were laying with their head in his lap while the two of them were reading.

When they made an inquisitive noise, he idly drew a clawed finger down the long, jagged scar decorating their forearm. He felt them stiffen against his legs, and when he looked up he saw the apprehension on their face.

“I…God, it’s so stupid…”

“Come on, it can’t be that bad,” Satan urged. They hesitated a bit before sighing.

“I was fighting with this kid in…it was either middle school or early high school. I went to walk away because I was kind of getting sick of arguing with the moron, but when I turned around they shoved me hard enough to knock me over. I kinda like…flung my arm up, to protect my face, y’know? And since it was outside it got all scraped up. Never healed fully, I guess, so now I have this.”

Satan hummed thoughtfully, tracing the outline of the scar. It was faint, barely visible in dim lighting, but it was obvious that the human wished it wasn’t there.

“You fought back, right?”

“Duh.”

Asmo: “You seem very focused there, darling. Don’t quite know your shade?”

The two of them had been standing in the foundation section of the local Dephora for a while now. Asmodeus knew the store like the back of his hand and had already scooped up all of his favorite products in addition to a couple new drops that had made their way onto Devilgram. The human, however, hadn’t moved for about 20 minutes.

“I mean…I know my shade, but…” they hesitated, hand idly drifting towards the side of their neck. “Coverage is more what I’m worried about.”

Asmo’s brows furrowed. The human had a scar from when they got splashed with hot oil as a child, and they were notoriously self-conscious about it. Aesthetically, Asmo understood - it wasn’t pretty, it looked like it had hurt and if he could he would use every bit of his magical power to get rid of it completely. But it was part of the human, and Asmo loved it regardless.

He slipped a hand overtop of the humans, causing them to look up at him with worried eyes. Asmo’s own eyes softened, and he leaned over to press a gentle kiss to their forehead. “Darling, if you do want to cover it up to boost your confidence, I will gladly help you pick out foundation and concealer. But you know you don’t have to if you truly don’t want to, right? That I’ll love you no matter what?”

The human looked away, but Asmo still caught the shy smile they wore as they leaned into his hand. “I know.”

Beelzebub: “Can I help you?”

Admittedly, the human was a little paranoid about whether or not people were staring at them. But this time, it was very clear that Beelzebub was staring at them, and they weren’t sure how they felt about it. They were cooking dinner, after all, they might not even be the thing that Beel was staring at.

“That mark on your shoulder.”

Immediately, the human tensed up. They had thought that the shirt they were wearing covered up the conspicuous birthmark on their right shoulder, but apparently not. “What about it?”

Beel paused for a moment. “It looks like a potato.”

They turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Does it? I can’t really see it all that often.”

“Mm,” Beel nodded before unfolding himself from the stool he was sitting on and coming up to hug the human from behind. He leaned down to nuzzle affectionately against the mark, and the human felt their apprehension begin to bleed away. “I like it. It makes you, you.”

They remained silent for a moment before a small smile tugged at the corner of their lips. “Thanks, Beel.”

Belphegor: “Did you do that to yourself?”

It took a minute for the human to realize what Belphie was talking about. They had just changed into their pajamas, and they honestly had thought Belphie was asleep. But apparently he had been awake enough to notice the evenly-spaced cut marks along the insides of their thighs.

“...Yeah,” they muttered, hiding their face in his chest. So much for a peaceful night’s sleep. “A while ago.”

“Why?”

They shrugged. Honestly, thinking about that particular time in their life wasn’t something they did often, at least not consciously. Every time they did, their heart rate increased, their breathing sped up, and it suddenly felt like they were in that dark room again with nothing but their spiraling thoughts -

“You don’t have to tell me,” Belphe muttered against their hair. “Stay with me, now, okay?”

He ran a hand up and down their back soothingly, and it would never surprise them how gentle Belphegor could be for a demon.

“You want to know what I think?” Belphie allowed his fingers to trace the marks along their thighs, but the touch was distinctly platonic.

“Mm?”

“I think,” he pressed a kiss to the crown of their head. “That you were going through a lot, and those scars are proof that you made it through.”

The human stilled, processing, before they snuggled deeper into Belphie’s embrace. “You think so?”

“Mm-hm,” he hummed sleepily, hand stilling against the small of their back. “Not that I’m glad you have them, mind you, but nobody goes through hell completely unscathed and you shouldn’t feel ashamed of them.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #tw self harm #self harm

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fleurywiththesave · 2 months ago

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↻ for the Cup wish baby ficlet 🥹

↻FLIP FLOP: send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll describe or write it from another character’s POV! (link to the original)

“There is a baby in the Stanley Cup."

Leon has a split second of clarity that his life is now going to be divided into Before and After this phone call. It takes him a minute to process that enough to be able to speak.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes," he finally says, and hangs up so he can order a car. It’s not rush hour yet, so the wait time isn’t bad, but it’s still long enough for him to start pacing in front of the hotel.

A baby.

He’s going to be a dad.

Holy shit, he’s going to be a dad.

Not just him. He and Matthew are going to be dads. Together. They have a baby. Together.

Thank god he’s not driving, he’d probably end up in the water. Instead he gets to sit in the back seat of the Lyft, no doubt with a completely dazed expression on his face, and try to imagine what the baby is going to look like. Curly hair, for sure – every time Leon’s imagined their children, they always have curly hair. But whose eyes? Whose nose?

At least he feels fairly confident about this kid’s eventual hockey ability. They’ll have to get some of those little socks with the knitted skate blades. Taryn will probably know where to find them.

Matthew texts that Leon should come straight to his room. A few of his teammates are asleep in the living room, but they don’t stir when Leon slips past. He fully intends to walk in the room completely calm and pulled-together, a plan that flies out the window the second he opens the door and sees the baby.

Their baby. In the Stanley Cup.

“What is it?” he asks.

Matthew hands him the certificate. “A girl,” he says. The blank line to fill in her name seems enormous. How the hell do you name someone you weren’t prepared to meet?

“A girl,” Leon repeats. His arms are aching to hold her, but she looks so peaceful, asleep in her bizarre little crib. Maybe they can get a replica to keep in her room. "You didn't wake her up yet?"

"I didn't think I should do it without you. Even if, you know."

Um. No, Leon does not know. Know what?

"Even if what?" he asks.

"You know. Even if you don't, like, want to do this." Matthew sounds more nervous than Leon has heard him in a very long time. Actually, he sounds just as nervous as he did the night he told Leon that he loved him, that he couldn’t keep doing what they were doing if it didn’t mean anything. The night that Leon first got to tell Matthew that he loved him back. "I don't remember wishing, but I guess I did, but that doesn't mean you need to be responsible for anything. I can figure it out. My mom will help, probably. And my dad. Or Bobby, he'll know what to do."

"Wait, did you—did you think I was going to be upset?” Leon asks. Matthew starts twisting his hands together and Leon almost reaches out to grab them, try to soothe him. He never likes seeing Matthew like this, but it feels about ten times worse at this particular moment.

"We haven't really talked about kids," Matthew explains, "and I didn't want to call you like this, after...after. I wanted to give you your space like we agreed."

Oh my god. How can one man be so smart and so dumb at the same time? Leon’s heart feels like it might burst with fondness.

“Matthew, you idiot,” he says, walking over so he can grab Matthew’s face and kiss him. Matthew looks a little bewildered when he pulls away.

“Um.”

"What's the first thing they teach about wishbabies?" Leon asks him, and Matthew flushes a bit when he answers.

"That...that both parents have to want it.”

“You might not remember wishing, but I do.” He remembers it vividly, because he’d resisted most of the alcohol that Davo and Nuge tried to pour down this throat, so he’d only had a couple beers when he wandered out onto the balcony to stare at the sky morosely and think about how many things he wanted to be different about that moment – and how many things he wanted in the future.

"Obviously I was upset after the game, but I realized that I wasn't just upset because we lost,” he tries to explain. “I was sad that it felt like I couldn't really share it with you, and I wanted to. I wanted to watch you lift the cup, and celebrate with you, and tell you how proud I am of you." God, he'd been so proud. Is so proud. Maybe more proud than he's ever been of anyone, including himself. "So that got me thinking about all the other things I want us to share, and, well. You know the rest. Apparently we're in sync even when we're not talking."

Matthew is staring at him, but he doesn’t look nervous anymore. He looks kind of awed.

"So you're not mad?"

“Are you mad?” Leon asks, and he won’t pretend it’s not a relief when Matthew immediately says, “"No. No, I—it's amazing." Leon can’t resist kissing him again.

"Yeah, it is. Can we wake her up now?"

Matthew picks the baby up and hands her to Leon. Her weight settles in his arms perfectly, like they were designed to hold her. He can already feel the tears forming but he fights them back. Not yet.

"Hey, kiddo. I’m your papa.” Matthew leans into him and strokes the baby’s cheek, and Leon wishes he could preserve this moment in amber for the rest of eternity. Just the three of them. A Before within the Before and After.

“What should we name her?” Matthew asks.

“My grandmother’s name was Adelaide,” Leon offers.

"Adelaide," he repeats. "Addie."

"Adelaide Draisaitl-Tkachuk." God, he likes the sound of that. All their friends are going to argue about whether they should call her Drai or Chucky.

"Oh my god, she never had a chance," Matthew says. "She's going to change her last name to Smith as soon as she's old enough."

"Nah.” He turns to hand her to Matthew and the tears aren’t waiting any longer. "She'll learn to love it."

"Hi, Addie," Matthew says. "Welcome to the world."

Noises are starting to drift up from downstairs. Matthew’s teammates are waking up. The day is about to begin. Leon steals one more kiss.

“Love you.”

“Love you too,” Matthew says. “Uh, we should probably call our parents before I have to leave.”

“Not it.”

“Not—oh fuck you!”

#mattdrai #hockey rpf #leon draisaitl/matthew tkachuk #my writing #tumblr fic #asks

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bluejaysandblackbats · 3 months ago

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Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 22/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst, TW // Kidnapping , TW // Gun Violence

Chapter Twenty-Two: Couples Therapy

Jason sat at the counter with Bart as they looked at the rough draft of Jason's children's book with Bart's illustrations. "How's Conner's brother doing?" Bart asked as he flipped through the printed pages.

"He's doing alright, considering... Laney's tough," Jason answered. "Hey, are you gonna publish your book for real?" Bart asked.

Jason nodded. "Our book. And yeah, I will. I want to thank you for helping—."

"No worries, and you serious about the whole our book thing? Like you're gonna put my name on the cover?" Bart asked. I nodded.

"Where's everyone?" Jason asked.

Bart shrugged. "Tim's grocery shopping. Cissie and Cassie are visiting their parents, and you know where Conner is," Bart answered, "I'm not alone all day, though. My girlfriend's visiting." Jason cocked his head, and Bart took an orange off the counter and used his teeth to peel it. "She's never met my friends before."

Jason smiled, "You shouldn't be nervous. You guys have a cool thing going on here."

"I know, but I don't just want her to like it here. I want her to love it here... So maybe she'll want to move in," Bart confessed. Jason softened, relaxing his shoulders. "I even redecorated my room."

"All the cool haunted houses are open right now. What city has cooler haunted houses than Gotham?" Jason suggested, and a smile spread across Bart's face.

"You're a genius," Bart thanked him. Before Jason could answer, someone knocked on the door, and Bart flew out of his chair and ran over to answer. He stopped in his tracks and looked back at Jason, and mouthed something.

"This is your apartment," Jason whispered.

Bart gestured for Jason to answer. "Please?" Bart mumbled. Jason walked over to the door just as they heard another knock. Bart went back to the kitchen.

Jason answered the door and let a dark-haired girl in. "Hi, you must—. Actually, you're nothing like the people Bart described," she cocked her head, "I'm Carol, by the way."

"Jason, I'm Tim's older brother," Jason answered as he shook her hand. Carol opened her mouth to reply to Jason, but she was swept off her feet by Bart. He spun her around, and he finally put her down to give her a kiss.

He embraced her, and they stepped side to side. "I missed you so much!" Bart exclaimed. Carol giggled as she held him.

"I missed you too," Carol beamed, "You smell good."

"Thanks, I ate an orange," Bart replied, and she playfully punched his shoulder.

Jason got his bag and got ready to leave before telling Bart that he could show Carol the book if he wanted to. Jason's phone rang as he made his way out of the building, and he answered.

"Hey, Dad. Wanna hang out?" Jason asked.

"You don't have another dad do you?" Bruce joked. Jason rolled his eyes.

"I wanna talk to you. Maybe we can grab a bite?" Jason asked. Bruce didn't answer. "Is that a no?"

"No, I'm just a little shocked. Is it bad news?" Bruce asked.

"Um... Not really bad news. I mean, it's good news for me. I'm not sure how you'll react, though," Jason answered as he walked down the street. "I'm a little excited to tell you about it, but I want to tell you in person."

"Where are you? I can come and pick you up," Bruce replied. Jason told Bruce where he was, and he walked into the nearest fast food place and ordered something to eat. By the time Bruce got to the restaurant, Jason already started eating his first burger.

Bruce sat across from Jason at the table. "I got some onion rings," Jason smiled as he pushed the bag over to Bruce.

Jason wiped his hands on a napkin and reached into his bag before passing the printed rough draft of his book to Bruce. Bruce read through the cardstock-printed rough draft, and Jason bounced his legs as he waited for Bruce to finish reading. "Have you shown this to Laney?" Bruce asked.

Jason shook his head. "But he did have a lot to do with why I wrote it... And why I want to publish it. He said I shouldn't give up on it, and I think he was right. I want to surprise Lane with a hard copy," Jason smiled. Bruce smiled a half-smile before taking his pocketbook out of the interior of his suit jacket. "Wait—."

"Jason, let me do this. You're going to be doing all the hard work anyway. I just want to help. You never let me help," Bruce whispered, "ISBN's, copyrights... All those things cost money. If anything, just let me help with that."

Jason nodded. "Okay. Yeah, okay," Jason agreed, "But you gotta let me do the rest on my own." Bruce gave Jason his copy back, and he started eating his onion rings.

"How is Laney holding up?" Bruce asked. Jason pulled another burger out of the paper bag and continued to eat.

"He's holding up... I just think he's waiting to see how things pan out before he loses it," Jason replied, covering his half-full mouth as he spoke.

Bruce nodded. "How have things been between the two of you lately?" Bruce questioned.

"This is the first time in weeks that we've spent real time apart. It feels weird being away from Lane, but I think it's good. Gave me time to get things done, and it gives him time to himself," Jason whispered, "I think I'm gonna go back to my own place tonight."

"Why don't you—? Never mind, I shouldn't—."

"Okay, I kind of didn't want to be alone anyway. I could ride back with you if you're going home after this," Jason suggested, and a smile spread across Bruce's face. "Is Damian home?"

Bruce nodded. "But I think he's going to spend the night in Christopher and Sammy's hotel," Bruce answered, "Jason, how's school?"

Jason's phone vibrated, and he held up a finger to Bruce. "Hold on. I just have to call him real quick," Jason whispered as he stepped outside to call Laney.

"Jason before you—."

"I thought we were doing okay. I feel weird that you're springing this shit on me—."

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Jason, chill. I'm asking you because we are doing good. I just want you to go with me," Laney whispered, "I want you to meet her. You don't have to say yes, but I'd—."

Jason made a noise before offering Laney a chance to finish his sentence. "No, Jason, please just tell me what you have to tell me," Laney whispered.

"I don't know. I'd have to think about it. Listen, I'm sleeping at my dad's this weekend, so maybe we can talk about it on Monday at lunch?" Jason suggested.

"Jason, I love you so much. I mean that... I'm not gonna be mad if you say you don't wanna go. I just want you to consider it," Laney whispered, "This is the first weekend we've spent apart in like two weeks..."

"Yeah, it's gonna be a little weird. I love you, and I promise I will think about going with you next weekend," Jason whispered.

"I love you too. Have a good time this weekend. I just picked your brother up and dropped him off at the hotel," Laney noted. They finished their phone call, and Bruce went back inside to the table.

"Was that Laney?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded. "Bad news?"

"Nah, I just have to think about something. Laney invited me to sit in on his appointment. I don't know," Jason replied as he finished his second burger.

"What kind of appointment?" Bruce asked.

"Therapy, but like... I don't know. Should I go?" Jason asked. "I just don't want to end up saying something that's supposed to just be between Laney and me."

Bruce nodded. "I think he'll just appreciate the fact that you went with him if you do go," Bruce answered. After they both finished eating, Jason followed Bruce out to the car, and Bruce turned the radio on. "How are you doing in school?" Bruce asked a second time.

"Good, I'm still turning in my assignments and studying for tests—."

"And how are you doing?" Bruce asked. Jason shrugged. "Jason..."

"I'm trying to give him space even though I don't think he wants it... And, I guess I'm the one who really needs the weekend to think. I mean, it's not a relationship thing. I love Lane. It's just that so many horrible things happened this week, and I want to process some of it on my own," Jason explained. Bruce nodded.

"That's fair, but don't you think you should tell Laney that?" Bruce asked. Jason shook his head. "And why not?"

"I don't want him to feel like a burden. I'll be fine by Monday. I'm gonna go see him," Jason replied in an attempt to reassure himself. Bruce nodded. "Dad, I don't know how to help him, and I can't face him if I can't help him."

"Maybe you are helping him. Maybe all he wants is for you to just be there for him," Bruce replied. Jason swallowed hard. "Have you ever considered that you're comforting to him?"

"I haven't thought much of anything since I almost lost him... I don't know. Laney's not-. I don't know how to help what I can't see. I don't really know what's going on in his—."

"Ask him... And if you really want to know, you should go with him to his appointment. That's just my opinion on things," Bruce interrupted, "And you know what, I wasn't gonna tell you this, but I think it needs to be said... I changed my mind about him. I think you're both good for each other."

Jason faintly smiled as he looked out the window, and the conversation ended there. When they got back to the manor, Jason went up to his room and made another phone call. "Lane? Are you alone?" Jason asked. He heard a door shut.

"I am now... What is it? You gonna say something—?"

"I'll go with you to your appointment next week," Jason blurted out before he could change his mind. Laney didn't say anything. "Lane? Are you there?"

"Can you repeat that?" Laney asked, his voice low and serious.

"I want to go with you... And yes, the idea of going terrifies me, but not knowing how you're doing scares me even more," Jason whispered. Laney let out a nervous laugh.

"Thanks, Jason. Thank you so much," Laney took a deep breath, and Jason's shoulders relaxed. Jason could hear a soft weeping noise. "I'm sorry, I just—. Jay, I really appreciate you doing this."

"Hey, don't worry about it... I'm promising you right now that I'll be there with you on Friday," Jason ensured. Laney made an affirmative noise. "I love you, and I'm sorry about blowing up earlier. Bruce put things into perspective for me. I want you to know that you can trust me to be there for you." Laney sniffed.

"I love you too," he whispered.

"How did things go with Sammy?" Jason asked. Laney let out a laugh.

"He asked me when you and I were getting married," Laney chuckled, and Jason laughed along with him. "Asking the hard questions at all times. Other than that, though, it was okay. We had fun."

"Good, and tell him to ask you that again in a year," Jason smiled, and Laney choked. "See you Monday."

"Jason, you asshole," Laney laughed, and they hung up.

Jason sat alone in his room for a while before going back downstairs to grab a snack. "Hey, Dad, you were right," Jason raised his voice, looking around for Bruce.

"About what?" Cass asked. Jason jumped before turning around to embrace his sister. "Hi."

"You here this weekend too?" Jason asked. She nodded.

"I saw Lane," Cass whispered as she grabbed a soda from the fridge.

"Did Laney say hi to you?" Jason asked. She nodded, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh. "What?"

"Dad fell down the stairs," she announced.

Jason's eyes widened as he asked, "Just now?" She shook her head.

"When he left to get you," Cass answered. Jason snorted as he peeled a banana and took a bite.

"You're terrible," Jason chuckled.

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moondal514 · 5 months ago

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🪳 for sv perhaps? 👀 and any other AUs u really like!

bug me for fic recs

Thanks for the ask <3. I’ll be honest, it is hard for me to know what counts as an au for SV given the nature of canon and Shen Yuan’s unreliable narration is such that practically anything can plausibly be canon 😂, but I did my best and I hope you enjoy these

🪳 Recommend a great AU!

Celestial Afterglow by elanor_pam/ @elanorpam

Shang Qinghua, also known as Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, stared flatly at what had once been a field boasting near sect-level Feng Shui alignment, and the drowned, bloated remains of the Sun and Moon Dew Flower cuttings that had sprouted within it. Their plan was now quite literally a wash.

If only he could consult Cucumber Bro on how to save Cucumber Bro! But in the absence of Cucumber Bro, he could but rely on the one plot coupon the infamous Peerless Cucumber had ever applauded.

Canon-divergence au. Um…I’ll be honest idk how to describe this fic, it’s wildly ridiculous but in a way that’s incredibly fitting for the entire vibe of SV and it made me laugh so hard I literally cried

walk through walls into your heart by kitschlet

Fifteen years ago, definitely cishet man Shen Yuan transmigrated into Shen Qingqiu, the female villain of reverse harem novel Proud Immortal Demon Way, and never looked back. Now happily lesbian-married, Shen Qingqiu gets caught in a PIDW plot that makes her actually confront what she wants from her gender and her relationship.

Bingqiu genderbend au. Wherein a wifeplot forces Shen Yuan to contend with the trans implications of the fact that she loves being a woman and it’s a very fun time

demons don't write what they know by ataratah/ @ataratah

As a demoness, Liu Mingyan doesn’t have a lot of first-hand experience with romance. This wouldn’t be a problem if she weren’t in the process of composing a romantic epic for the ages. Luckily, local human gremlin Sha Hualing is here to help.

Purely for the sake of good writing, of course.

Human-demon role-reversal au. Lovely fic about Liu Mingyan’s journey to becoming a published writer (which of course features practice kissing with Sha Hualing, very necessary)

cover me with your green mantle by lavenderandrue/ @lavender-and-rue

There’s a legend about this place. Shen Yuan has heard it a hundred times, a thousand, in different permutations depending on the teller. In some versions, a demon lord with horns and fangs and glowing red eyes roams the wilds, stealing pretty young women from their beds for some nefarious purpose. In others, a powerful fae prince leads the Wild Hunt on moonless nights; those who hear the baying of their hounds may be tempted to join them, never to be seen again. Still others tell of a local man stolen by the fae many years ago for his famed beauty, who is still occasionally spotted leading lost souls out of the forest.

Whoever he is, Shen Yuan thinks he must be lonely.

Ballad of Tam Lin au. This fic is a great example of that lovely flavor of BinggeYuan where Shen Yuan is just so bamboozled by Bing-ge that he ignores all the concerning shit about him and sets about domesticating him and it works and is massively entertaining to read

In Blissful Rush Did Meet by Asymptotical

In a slightly different situation, Tianlang-jun would have been thrilled to play the part of the pregnant lover doted on by the stoic noble that knocked them up.

It's less fun while he thinks the doting might not happen.

TianXi fix-it via mpreg au. Wherein Tianlang-jun being the one to get pregnant instead of Su Xiyan prevents them from falling into the Old Palace Master’s trap

Primal Urges by stranglerfig

A mortal illness infects Cang Qiong Mountain Sect. Pandemonium ensues.

“We are cultivators,” Mu Qingfang pronounced gravely, “we are not ruled by our primal urges.”

“But shizun,” said one of his beta disciples, his voice nasally with wax plugs up his nose, cotton mask over his mouth. “Liu shibo has stolen the whole peak’s clean linens!”

Omegaverse au. Prob one of the few gen omegaverse au’s in existence 😂 but it’s so funny and so good

#ask tag #ignifex #fic rec #fic rec list #svsss

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readingismyhobby24 · 4 months ago

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for the prompts, maybe smth with Twi, Sky, and Wars? :)

thanks!!!

- hero-of-the-wolf

Yayyyy!!! Thank you for the prompt!!! This mini fic is also sort of based on an actual moment in my life, so it was really fun to write! Also, this isn't the best quality of writing, but it's mainly just for fun, and I didn't really want to spend too much time writing it. @hero-of-the-wolf

If anyone wants to send in some mini fic prompts, I'd absolutely appreciate that! I'm trying to get myself to be more comfortable and confident with posting my fics, so I'm starting off with mini fics! So if you come up with something, just send it in my ask box!!! 🩵

Characters: Sky, Warriors, Twilight, and Malon

Summary: While staying at the ranch, Malon asks Twi, Sky, and Wars if they could help her with something in the barn. The boys agree, but get a little distracted from their job when they find an adorable surprise.

Word Count: 519

No warnings, it's really just fluff

The boys had fully been enjoying their stay at the ranch. It was fun, relaxing, and overall, just a wonderful time for all of them. Even with all the hard work they'd been doing. If anything, that was a huge part of the fun.

Which is why as soon as Malon had asked for some help with working in the barn, Wars, Twilight, and Sky immediately agreed to help her. That, and the fact that they all couldn't pass up a moment where they could get more stories of Time. They could never get enough of those.

The three boys and Malon headed into the barn, where Malon gave them all the instructions, along with showing them where all the tools they would need, were. The boys quickly got to work (only after a couple of stories from Malon) on their jobs.

Only a few minutes into their work, they were interrupted by a tiny mew coming from one of the stalls. Wars and Twilight both immediately gasped and ran over to the stall. When they got to it, they found six tiny kittens all huddled together, sleeping on the ground. Without any hesitation from the two, they both carefully went inside the stall, and then made their way over to the kittens.

Once noticing them, the kittens all woke up, and then began meowing and ran up to them. Wars and Twilight each scooped up three kittens and hugged them close.

“Oh my gosh! Why did no one tell us there were kittens in here!” Twilight exclaimed. “I could have been spending time with them this whole week!”

“I know! Just look at them! They are so tiny and cute!” Wars cooed at his new tiny friends.

Twilight looked over at Sky, just to see that the other was hesitantly making his way over.

“You good?” The rancher asked. “There's plenty of kittens if you want to hold some.”

“Yeah, um, I was just wondering how soon it is until dark first, that's all.” Sky answered as he finally made his way into the stall with the others.

“Is there a reason?” Wars asked while handing over one of the now sleeping kittens to his friend.

Sky accepted the kitten, along with another from Twilight before answering, “uh, well, no particular reason. I was just wanting to know.”

“Okay,” Twilight shrugged.

The three then settled down on the ground with their little friends all sleeping on them. Wars sighed contentedly. “I can't describe how happy this makes me feel. Like, just look at them!”

“I know!” Twilight agreed. “They're so precious! I could stay with them all day and night!”

“Oh, I don't know about night, but for sure during the day!” Sky mostly agreed.

The boys happily sat there for hours, and at some point, fell asleep. When Malon came back to see what progress they had made, she couldn't help but quietly laugh at the sight she came across. Not wanting to spoil their moment, she quietly left the barn, and headed inside to tell her husband about the adorable scene she had just come across.

#linked universe #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu sky #lu malon #faith's asks #faith's mini fics

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aquagirl1978 · 7 months ago

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Nightmares and Dreamscapes - Drake x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Whelp. I did it. I wrote about Drake and monster...something. Don't worry, there's no smut - I was not going there so I got creative. Thank @yanderepuck for poisoning my brain to the point that I wrote this, um...let's call it a crack kraken fic which could possibly be the most ridiculous thing I've ever written posted. If I even make one of you out there laugh, I'll be happy. Unlike Drake...

A/N #2: Disclaimer - I have not read any translations for Drake's route or his events. I am certain this will be wildly ooc and this was written as a joke between friends. I am sure Drake's deserves better, and one day I might write him a better. But that day is not today.

Pairing: Drake x Reader

Prompt: Drake has a nightmare. A very scary one. And it might have nvolved a kraken.

Word Count: 781

Tags: no actual smut, but Drake is...well...he's got some kinks.

“Drake?”

It was dark when Drake stirred in his sleep, awakening you from your slumber. He was mumbling incoherently, most likely in the midst of a dream.

“No… No more…” His arms flailed in the bed, almost as if he was pushing something away. “Begone you vile creature!”

“Drake?” you whispered in his ear, rubbing your palm gently down his arm, hoping if this didn’t wake him, it would at least calm him. “Shhhh… It’s just a dream.”

When that didn’t seem to work, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your body against his. “Drake,” you whispered in his ear, a bit louder this time, “you’re safe in your bed. In your home. Next to me, your lover.”

His body slowly stilled and the incoherent mumbling stopped. He turned in your arms and faced you; his silver hair was a complete mess, but he had the most adorable, embarrassed look on his face.

“Do you want to talk about your dream?” you asked softly as any caring lover would.

“Dream? It was a bloody nightmare! My God, it was horrible. Dreadful….” You listened as Drake described his nightmare – most of which involved a rather angry kraken – in far more detail than you ever cared to know.

“And then the Kraken finally let me go. Oh, it was awful. Please hold me.”

You took him into your arms, your fingertips barely touching him as you rubbed his shoulder. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, making soft whimpering sounds as he settled in.

You pulled back when you heard a different yet familiar sound. Worried he was dreaming again or something, your cause for alarm increased when you felt something wet on your skin.

“Are you….weeping?” Your hand flew to your mouth, preventing the laugh that was bubbling in your throat from escaping. You knew in your heart it was wrong to laugh at Drake right now, he was your lover after all. But instead, your mind kept imagining a giant – and ridiculous looking – kraken.

Drake looked up at you, teardrops glistening in his eyes. “You were not there. You do not know how….horrible…it was. It was truly frightening. Hold me again.”

You tried your best to be a sympathetic lover. But try as you might, Drake did just remind you that you were not there in his nightmare, and clearly had no idea of how truly horrific his ordeal with the kraken exactly was.

“I know I wasn’t there,” you said, in your most soothing voice, “but…” Drake pressed his body against yours, causing you to pause, a familiar firmness pushing against your thigh.

“Drake?” you asked, truly confused as to how you would broach this touchy subject.

“Yes, my dear?” he replied sweetly in between sobs.

You grimaced as if you just swallowed some awful tasting medicine. Here goes nothing. “Drake, are you, um…”

He looked up at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes. Maybe if you closed your eyes, you’d find yourself in a nightmare of your own and save you from whatever this was.

“How do I say this delicately…” you pondered aloud, “but are you…I dunno…excited right now?”

Utter confusion washed over his face. “Excited?"

You let out a very heavy sigh, “Really, Drake? You’re gonna make me say this?” He stared at you cutely; was he…batting his eyelashes at you? “Oh, for fuck’s sake…Drake, did the kraken turn you on?”

“What?! No! Absolutely not. That’s disgusting! What kind of animal do you think I am??” he shrieked at you, horrified. He then lowered his voice, his face hovering close to yours. “What would ever make you think that way?”

“Well, um….” Your gaze drifted down towards his hips.

“Oh…that,” he said in a strangled voice. “Well, that’s rather embarrassing, isn’t it?”

You closed your eyes because maybe if you opened them, you’d wake up from this nightmarish hell. Right about now, the kraken wasn’t sounding too terrible.

“Hey…”

You opened your eyes to find Drake staring at you. Nope, not a dream. Yet.

“Would you find me any less of a man if I did say that I did find the kraken…”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Drake.”

“Sometimes…when I’m out at sea…”

“No, Drake…”

“And I have no idea when I will see you again…”

“Go to bed, Drake.”

You rolled over on your side, hoping this would give him a much needed hint.

“Psst…”

“Yes, Drake?”

“Did I mention they have tentacles?”

Drake soon found himself unceremoniously removed from the bed. He took his favorite blanket with him as he made a nest on the couch.

“Well, that didn’t end well, did it? How disappointing.”

Tagging: @redheadkittys @chaosangel767 @ikehoe @kpop-and-otome @lucyw260 @queengiuliettafirstlady @kisara-16 @lordsisterxotome @umi-adxhira @crypticbibliophile @tele86 @nightfoxqueen @wendolrea @randonauticrap @xbalayage @xenokiryu @nightghoul381 @alydra @ranhanabi777 @silver-dahlia @fang-and-feather @lunaaka @ikesenwritings

#ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp drake #ikevamp fanfic #ikemen fanfic #otome #otome games #otome fanfic

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soleilnomoon · 1 year ago

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Prompt: “I don’t like them; I can barely tolerate them.” for Abarai Renji. Once again, I leave it up to you what you wanna do (but maybe enemies to lovers) Yes, I might be on a little Bleach binge right now but it's okay you like it. kiss kiss

*hides face* ok, ok, ok, hear me out, let's pretend i didn't take *insert accurate length of time here* and say i wrote this in a few days. i am so sorry i took forever and ever with this but as u know i can only give u top quality work or else i'll never forgive myself. renji is.......well *motions to him* yk how that man is, he made me suffer!!!! in a good way!!! but still i suffered!!! yk how much i love enemies 2 lovers u big brained beauty 🤭 so ty baby❤️️ also this is my first renji fic and i can't belev it.

5.2k words (don't look at me, just don't), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, enemies 2 lovers, angst city, angst angst city biiiitch (yk the vibez babey), smut obviously, no fluff bc who do u think i am? feat. renji being a mean petty bitch (i guess that makes him a mean dom maybe yes), sub reader bc that's what i want; there's a party with alcohol, ichigo and co. make brief appearances, bathroom sex, choking (he's sf romantic), a lot of cursing bc they're grown that's why, renji is a beast when he's jealous, reader is a lil bit of a brat but lbr who wouldn't be in that situation; mutual ""unrequited"" pining, lots of tension, fingering, rough (consensual) sex, lil bit of degradation, lil bit of a size kink, lil bit of praise kink, idk there's probably more stuff but i'm so tired rn i can't think; um renji obviously comes w his own gd warning; reader is determined to not let this man win but, hello, it's renji he always comes out on top wink wink. (if u see spelling errors/mistakes no u didn't hottie)

“when i write about all of this it becomes its own kind of violence. / i retell the story as myth, as if it were my own body devoured.” — caitlin scarano & “so much of love is violence. the desire / to be split open, invaded, mangled / and made new.” — erin slaughter

HATRED X TASTES X SWEET

you’ve never been cut out for this line of work, but your insistence on eliminating all your shortcomings is commendable. brave, even. it’s something you don’t really think about unless you want to spend the night half-drunk, rambling about the things you should’ve done but never had the courage to do.

like telling a certain red-haired, bullheaded lieutenant that he’s the most ridiculous and excessively arrogant man you’ve ever come across. all in all, you’re pretty sure telling him off won’t phase him; nothing ever does, not really anyway.

at first you try politeness; your grandmother would be proud of how well you’ve learned to bite your tongue. it’s ungraceful, but you fake it well enough that others think your emotional maturity is far above theirs. little do they know, you actually have to literally bite your tongue; simply remaining silent isn’t easy for you anymore. so, when you bite, it’s with rage, months of unshed tears and accumulated spite; you bite your tongue so hard you bleed more every time.

your unsaid words bunch together — tiny soldiers determined to strike in unison without fail — and sit heavily in the back of your throat, ready to launch forward at your command.

but you never say them, and you choke more than once; an unbearable shame to carry with you as he continues to slash at your patience, thin ribbons cascading off you like confetti. you wonder if your anger will lead to your death— or if it’ll lead to his. you intend to keep all of that hidden, though, and keep reminding yourself that eventually he will tire from berating you, from talking to you as if you’re the most incompetent being in all of soul society, from looking at you like your very being disgusts him.

that’s what you tell yourself these days. you like to conveniently ignore the way his dark eyes linger on yours during meetings — you’ve noticed that people have taken to describing them as soulless, cold and critical, unimpressed at everything and anyone.

but you see him — all of him; the raw, feral, powerful and severe side that not many have the misfortune of knowing. they think they get the real version of renji whenever they deal with him, but they never do; you know that now. you doubt it’s even intentional on his part, or maybe — just maybe — he really does hate you.

to put it plainly, as you’ve told rukia and rangiku, the sixth division lieutenant has the biggest fucking chip on his shoulder. despite the walls he continues to put up to keep others from carving out a place for themselves in his life, despite the way his words roll around his mouth, clumsily coasting down the length of his tongue before they pierce the air around you with their toxicity — you’re tired of the way he purposely singles you out time and time again to point out your inadequacies without remorse.

abarai renji is also sick of dealing with you. whenever he thinks he’s found a means of scaring you off, you scurry right back more determined and more obnoxious than ever. which is rich, coming from him.

he claims you’re inconsequential, a nuisance — a pest, even — one that he intends to get rid of permanently. it’s harsh and he’s more than aware of that, but he finds that this is the most appropriate solution to his problem. he could easily ignore you; he could try to keep his comments to himself and try to be somewhat cordial whenever you cross paths. but he won’t. and he has no damn idea why.

“no, no come in, i have plenty of snacks for everyone.”

rukia’s voice is a constant in his life that he’ll always be thankful for. he watches her glide into the room, grinning at the friends she’s invited over, her laughter like soft bells that is easily recognizable even with all the conversation happening. when he feels his chest constrict, an uncomfortable, yet familiar warmth stretching over his skin, he decides to drink so that he can ignore the sensation and forget.

a feeble attempt, because he knows how this will all end — with him drunk off his ass in an even worse mood than he started.

mouth opening, renji prepares to tell rukia to get better sake, when rangiku leads you into the living room where he’s lounging comfortably. the bottle in his hand grows heavier by the second and suddenly he’s not very interested in drinking anymore. already, his foul mood from earlier returns, and every step you take only fuels his irritation; it bubbles underneath his skin, making him frown and grip the bottle tighter.

you don’t need to look at him to know that he’s glaring at you — he always is. rangiku feigns obliviousness as she encourages you to go make yourself comfortable while she fetches snacks with rukia. you stare at both of them, wide-eyed, confused — a pleading look sliding onto your face after a few moments, but they assure you both that they’ll be back shortly.

with a sigh you sit on the armchair adjacent to him, determined to just remain quiet in the hopes that he’ll just ignore you for once. sitting up straight, discomfort finds its way to the pit of your stomach, swirling around as you fidget with the bracelet around your wrist. his eyes watch your movements with an obsessiveness that startles him; there’s no reason why he should be interested in the shape of your fingers, there’s no reason why he should be interested in the way you keep brushing stray curls away from your face, and there’s no reason why he should be interested in possibly fucking you when he knows for a fact that he is absolutely uninterested in you.

his disinterest runs so deep it spoils the taste of the sake, but he takes another swig anyway. the alcohol burns as it travels swiftly down his throat, and it just so happens that you glance over at him — innocuous, an attempt to gauge his annoyance level — as his throat bobs and your mouth dries at the sight.

you turn your face away quickly, a traitorous flush crawling slowly along your skin, unjustly warming your cheeks. inhaling deeply, you do your best to will the blush away to no avail. where the hell are rukia and rangiku? surely it can’t take that long to grab snacks. you’re tempted to go find them, but you have a sinking feeling that it would turn you into a coward.

and you refuse to give that man any more ammo against you.

IT’S X (NOT) X YOU

what initially starts as a small get-together, quickly turns into a party; leave it to rangiku to liven things up, her laughter infectious and whimsical, flitting about like a persistent hummingbird as she encourages everyone to play drinking games with her. experience taught him better than to engage because despite his high tolerance, there’s really no beating rangiku when she’s on a roll.

but when you emphatically agree to play with the rest, fury rises in his chest; your audacity, it seems, knows no bounds — and, yes, he understands the hypocrisy in his critique. he just doesn’t care.

the games are every bit as simple and ridiculous as you thought they’d be, but as everyone seems to be in relatively good spirits, you play along. not normally competitive with things like this, you get into the swing of things when you win round after round.

cheers resound nearby at your success, but throughout the evening, you feel renji’s stare and do everything in your power to not give in and look back at him. a tough feat to say the least, as you are always acutely aware of his presence; and when you do happen to sneak another glance, his legs are spread and you curse under your breath for finding that attractive.

foolish, you chide, so fucking foolish.

renji sucks his teeth as he feels a heaviness in his head; groaning loudly he swirls around what little sake he has left in his glass before finishing it.

“you lose again,” rukia’s voice is soft and teasing, but he’s annoyed and can’t be bothered with talking to her right now. she pats his shoulder gingerly before standing up to head to the kitchen. his mind is a mess and he blames you for it completely.

“i don’t fucking care,” he says gruffly to her retreating figure, not bothering to elevate his voice as he’s sure she heard him. and he really doesn’t care; he’s trying to tell himself to calm down, but he can’t.

the fault completely lies with you — of course it does, everything you do agitates every cell in his body. the reason is simple, and he hates that he doesn’t want to admit it — he’s so undeniably attracted to you that it pisses him off. he takes in your appearance for the twelfth time that night, admiring the softness of your cheeks, the fullness of your lips, the way you seem entirely too animated as you laugh at someone’s lame joke — and yes, he can tell it’s not funny from how your laughter dies down after a few seconds.

if he had better sense, he’d stop looking at you, but he can’t now; he might blame the sake for this later.

the intensity behind his gaze is enough to bring an inextinguishable heat along your skin. it’s only unpleasant because it travels down to your lower abdomen and brings about an agonizing ache between your thighs. at first, you do the sensible thing and ignore it; but the longer he stares, the more you want to look over, until finally you can’t take it anymore.

“i’ll be back,” you mumble to the other guests, although you doubt they hear you with how rowdy everyone is being; the noise isn’t unwelcomed, the distraction serves to mask your footsteps when you scurry from the living room to the back corridor, turning corner after corner until you find the bathroom.

a coward — that’s what you are.

you barricade yourself in there without thinking, heart pounding loud enough to disorient you. after several long minutes, you splash water on your face and take a few deep breaths.

“i can’t believe i ran away,” your voice is so soft you barely hear the words — almost as if you’re still in disbelief over the entire situation. there’s something off about renji tonight; the tension between you was more palatable and tangible than normal.

even though you feigned nonchalance as best as you could, there were so many moments where you couldn’t help but watch him too. pitiful. absolutely pitiful. there’s no excuse for it, and yet you struggle to find one anyway.

as you look at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, you try to convince yourself to head back out there. sooner or later, people will realize that you’ve gone missing — and rangiku is nosy enough and like a bloodhound when she’s drunk. your time is incredibly limited now.

there’s no reason for you to continue to avoid the inevitable, so you sigh and give yourself a small pep talk before heading back outside.

TRUTH X OR X …

renji’s mood doesn’t improve at all; in fact, it worsens the moment ichigo sits right next to him. he’s not even sure why this sets him off, but even closing his eyes and counting backwards does nothing to keep him calm.

with slight difficulty, renji grits out, “what do you want?”

undeterred, ichigo stares at renji pointedly, voice steady as he says, “you could go after her, you know.”

again, renji sucks his teeth loudly, arms folded against his chest, right leg bouncing slightly as he taps his foot on the floor. punching ichigo would be pointless, and then rukia would get involved and he doesn’t have time to deal with the fallout from that so he keeps his hands to himself.

besides, his anger is obviously misdirected right now. he knows — he knows —but he doesn’t care, so he doesn’t mince his words when he responds with, “go after who?” through his peripheral, he can see ichigo’s patience has also reached its limit.

“you’re not that stupid, so stop acting like it.”

normally, renji would take the opportunity to mes s around and argue back and forth, but he might actually fight his friend if he doesn’t walk away. so, he does; abrupt and without looking back, footsteps heavy on the hardwood floor.

maybe he just needs to change his approach with you, maybe talking things out would work in his favor; or maybe he needs to fuck you hard enough to purge you from his mind.

he lies to himself when he considers the first option, because it’s the second option that drives him to walk a little faster, head full of impossible thoughts as he wonders just how far you’d let him go.

when renji finally finds you, you’re in the middle of rebuffing the advances of an unfamiliar guest — they’re drunk, handsy, and keep oscillating between giving you cheesy pick-up lines and berating you for rejecting them. but you stand firm, and your voice is relatively loud when you tell them, “for the last fucking time, go away.”

under normal circumstances, renji would let you handle this yourself; he has no desire to play prince charming or be a knight in shining armor. you’re more than capable, and he’s seen the way you fight and argue to defend yourself — but, it’s when they place a wandering hand on your hip that he loses sight of all of that.

a brief moment passes, where your blood boils as you contemplate how best to kick their ass, but you never get the chance. a rather large shadow hovers over you both, but you already know who it is without having to look properly.

renji is a force to be reckoned with on a good day, but he’s at his fucking limit right now.

he doesn’t ask, doesn’t give any options for retreat, doesn’t say a word when he yanks them off with a brute strength that surprises even you.

now, can he really be blamed for throwing them into the neighboring wall hard enough to make a noticeable hole? and is it really his fault that the drunk can hardly walk as they clutch their broken arm while murmuring something unintelligible, something that renji takes as a sign of them wanting a repeat demonstration?

consequences be damned, he gives the drunk a lethal look before they scramble away in fear.

“loser,” he says loud enough for them to hear, but they don’t double back or even try to go toe-to-toe with the hot-headed lieutenant. you watch, half-amused and half-impressed with the unnecessary machismo, but still, you know better than to chastise him right now, especially when your heart sputters out of control from his proximity.

“…thanks,” you say, a faint flush on your cheeks, voice soft, head fuzzy when you realize that renji — aka mr. “i’ll fight you on everything any day of the week unprovoked for no reason other than to drive you crazy” — saved you. unprompted at that.

you make the mistake of looking up at him, your nerves prompting you to take a small step back when you realize that the usual hostility that renji reserves for you specifically is nowhere to be found. in its place is something more unreadable — or, rather, you don’t want to read into it for fear of being wrong.

renji steps closer, which makes you back up again until your back hits the wall and you’re no longer able to escape.

“we need to talk,” he says suddenly, but you shake your head, non-verbally objecting to the idea, curls bouncing wildly with your exaggerated movements. since he knows he’s pressed for time, he grabs your face with his large hand and stops you from moving. “that wasn’t a request.”

swallowing rusty nails would be better than dealing with your conflicting feelings over renji right now, because he’s much too close to you and now you’re forgetting why it is you hate him in the first place. ironically, he’s in the exact same position. so far, he’s acted on impulse over you more times than he can count tonight, but he supposes that’s to be expected — you are a wildcard, after all.

“what if i don’t want to.” your response is clumsy, the words tumbling one after the other. “what if i want you to leave?” you don’t actually mean that, but you throw it at him anyway, to see if maybe this was all a fluke, and maybe, just maybe he’ll remember himself and you both can go back to fighting like usual.

he considers your question, goes so far as to release your face to wrap his hand around your throat instead. your sharp inhale and parted lips tell him all he needs to know.

with a slightly raised brow, he asks, “well, do you?”

because if you do, he’ll walk away right now. but he knows what your answer will be, he just has to drag it out of you. he squeezes your neck to remind you to hurry it up, and before you can answer him properly, he places his leg in between yours, pressing close enough that you roll your hips forward while whimpering softly.

he really didn’t think any of this through, but luckily the adrenaline from it all won’t wear off anytime soon, so he’ll improvise along the way. he spent most of the night dealing with a semi-hard cock that wouldn’t listen to reason no matter how many times he tried to stop thinking about you. but now? all of that restraint goes out of the window, and before he can question it, he kisses you.

you’ve kissed plenty of people in your life — some good, most were mediocre and uninspiring — but renji actually takes your breath away. everything about him commands all your attention; from the way his lips move against yours greedily, leaving behind burning kisses that make your nipples harden underneath your clothes — to the way he thrusts his tongue in between your plush lips, licking inside of your mouth hotly, igniting an inextinguishable flame deep inside of you.

he grabs your hip with his free hand, squeezing hard, fingers digging firmly. all the irritation from earlier dissipates completely, leaving you feeling lightheaded and needy; you grind against him recklessly, arousal dampening the front of your panties, clit sensitive as it rubs against the delicate fabric. his cock presses against you — thick, long, and hard — and you wonder if this is why he’s so angry with you all the time.

was it always that simple?

if you asked the question aloud, he wouldn’t know what to tell you — it’s a combination of things, but mostly he’s an idiot; he knows that now, but likewise you’re an idiot too. you just don’t realize it yet.

it’s renji who pulls away first, lightly panting, breath warm against your lips as he releases his hold on your neck. he doesn’t know where he finds the strength to string together a coherent statement, but his voice is low and husky when he speaks. “answer my question.”

you blink at him, completely in a daze, lips slightly swollen from all the kissing. “wh-what?” you don’t remember what he asked you, and you don’t care.

“do you want me to leave?”

for some reason, you completely forgot that you told him that. you rub your lips together and run your hands along his chest. “no.” the answer comes out automatically, without hesitation, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

“good.”

SAY X IT X LOUDER

he picks you up with ease, almost as if you weigh nothing; a small squeal spills out of you as you wrap your legs around his waist, and renji gives you a sly smile — one laced with mischief and an unspoken promise of what’s to come.

you’re back in the bathroom again, this time sitting on the counter with renji standing in between your legs. his hands coast along your curvy hips and down your thighs. he’s touching you but he’s not touching you and it’s driving you crazy.

with hurried, eager hands you both undress, and for the umpteenth time you internally curse this style of uniform; still, it doesn’t take too long before his hands are on you again, calloused palms rough and warm against your skin. he places a kiss on your jaw, then another on your neck right underneath your earlobe; each kiss he leaves behind distorts your common sense, makes you feel irrational and impatient. your hands are soft and well-practiced, stroking his stiff cock as his hips jerk forward from your touch.

he can’t remember the last time someone had him this worked up, which pisses him off a little; because that means him fucking you once won’t settle things. at that thought, renji bites your neck and your startled yelp quickly morphs into a moan when he runs his tongue along the mark. he dips his hand in between your thighs, rubbing his thick fingers against your slit. a loud banging on the door has you looking over, and you can’t remember if he bothered to lock it once you both were inside.

your attention nearly falters, but when he pinches your clit you buck your hips, a shiver shooting down your spine at the slight pain.

“eyes on me,” is all he says, seemingly annoyed that you would dare to focus your attention elsewhere, “always keep them on me.” what he means by that, he doesn’t know, but you take the command at face value and nod while swallowing. he slides a finger inside of your wet pussy, and while you initially wanted to keep quiet to avoid suspicion and to prevent anyone from intruding, but you can’t now.

“renji,” you breathe, fingers trembling as you hold onto the counter for support, he thrusts his finger in and out, quick and hard, before inserting another. you clench around him, hips rocking forward as he fingerfucks you and grinds his palm against your clit. you close your eyes and moan louder than you mean to, chest heaving, thoughts jumbled and incoherent. he scissors his fingers inside of you, but quickly removes them without prompting.

“fuck!” you open your eyes again and stare at him in disbelief. “why did you stop?”

he laughs darkly and grabs your face roughly, fingers pressing into your soft skin without remorse. “what did i tell you earlier?” everything about this situation is laughable. he gave you very specific instructions, ones he thought were easy enough for you to follow. for some reason your movements are sluggish, mind in a haze as you scramble to remember but nothing comes to mind.

as you open and close your mouth, looking every bit as adorable as you are alluring, he decides to show you a bit of kindness.

“get down.” his command comes swift, his patience practically nonexistent; precum glides down the head of his thick cock, but he ignores it for the sake of teaching you a lesson. you don’t bother waiting for him to repeat himself and slide off the counter. “turn around.”

like a doll, your movements are dictated by renji with simple, short statements. nothing about that phases you, though; it’s all very exciting, so when you do turn to face the counter, you bend forward and lean over the counter. renji admires the roundness of your ass and slaps it hard.

again, you find yourself moaning loudly, without shame and not caring about the volume of your voice. surely the others won’t pay attention, as they’re still very drunk and are entertaining themselves with more games. another slap on your ass has you grabbing onto the counter again, legs shaking, arousal dripping between your thighs in anticipation. if renji doesn’t fuck you soon, you might actually die.

he knows he’s taking too damn long, but it’s much more interesting making you work for him. he rubs the tip of his cock against your puffy pussy, gliding it in between your slick folds, your moans sweetly wrapping around him once he pushes inside of you slowly. someone bangs on the door again, making you look over, anxiety quickly filling your head with unnecessary what ifs that almost command your full attention.

with narrowed eyes, renji grabs onto your hair, curls soft in his hand, and yanks hard.

“the fuck did i say earlier?”

goosebumps travel down your arms as a different kind of awareness and clarity surges through you quickly. you blink at your reflection, watching the way he towers over you, his muscles hard and defined — sculpted from years of training and dedication to honing his skills. it hits you then, what he’s really asking you.

“to,” you swallow thickly, throat dry, “to keep my eyes on you always.” you say it all in one breath, gasping when he runs his tongue along the curve of your ear. you don’t know how much more you can take, but you know if you complain, if you say anything he might stop altogether.

renji’s smile is wicked and dark, his lips graze your earlobe, voice deep and gravelly, a huskiness that wasn’t there before as he thrusts into you, burying his cock deeply.

“good girl.”

he refrains from kissing you properly, instead pushing you down so you can lean over the counter again. your mind melts from it all, and you’re panting, heart beating faster and faster as he firmly places a hand on your back.

“you’re squeezing me so tight,” he remarks thoughtfully, although you note the slight strain in his voice; as much as he tries to act like he’s not that affected by you, you know that isn’t the case at all. your pussy is every bit as enticing and heavenly as he knew it would be; he pulls back and slams his cock into you all over again, filling you completely. you try to keep watching him in the mirror, but he’s fucking you like he’s angry with himself for being so attracted to you.

and he absolutely is. it’s a truth he fought against for so long that he’s given up on denying it now. your moans drip onto his skin like caramel, sticky and sweet, and when you say his name like that — your voice going higher and higher from the ferocity of his thrusts — he nearly loses his mind.

“fuck,” he says out loud, grabbing your hip roughly, your wetness coating the length of his cock, “you’re taking me so well.” he knows you can’t really answer him, and he likes that; you’re beyond caring at this point, instead focusing on the way his cock reaches a spot that has you bouncing your ass and fucking yourself against him. normally, renji would play around and edge you in retaliation, but he’s too far gone, completely under the spell of your pretty pussy, with how soft and tight it is.

you’re not sure how you got here, but you’re drowning in ecstasy right now. he instructs you to lift your leg to rest it onto the counter, pulling out momentarily to help you position and spread your legs further apart. he plunges his cock into you again, keeping his hips closer as he gives you shorter, frenzied thrusts. your head spins and you can’t think straight, but that doesn’t matter. all you care about is the way renji is angling his hips, rolling them forward to pound into your cunt roughly, balls heavy as they smack against your ass.

“oh, oh, oh.” you swear your life flashes before your eyes, because something possesses him, his strokes shorter, brutal, and frenetic. drool slides down your chin, your voice hoarse from how loud you’ve been. you’re sure someone’s heard you by now, but you don’t care.

how can you?

with renji fucking you like this — merciless and possessive, fingers brusing your skin, almost as if he wants to make sure you’ll be as obsessed with him as he is with you — your common decency, your morals, everything that makes you you, they don’t exist.

all that’s left is this burning desire to let him have his way with you for as long as he wants. thankfully, you have enough sense to not admit that out loud; who knows what kind smugness you’ll be subjected to if renji knew.

but you’re pretty damn transparent about it, he can tell from the way you can’t stop clenching your pussy around his cock, from how your pussy makes loud, lewd squelching noises — ones that he’ll commit to memory so he can revisit them from time to time.

tears roll down your cheeks and you sob as you hold onto the counter as best as you can, back arching, hips rocking against him with a neediness you never knew you had. there’s a tightening in your stomach and your pulse skyrocketing as a flash of white practically blinds you. he watches the way your pussy keeps swallowing the length of his cock, and you finally fall over the edge, orgasm suffocating you with its intensity.

your cunt flutters around him, gummy walls soft and hypnotic, an addiction he never thought he’d have; breathing heavily, his muscles tense and renji groans something that suspiciously sounds like your name. the thought alone makes your face burn and warms your chest in a way that doesn’t make sense. and when he finally cums, he humps into you, cum thick and hot as it spills inside your pussy, mixing with your slick wetness. a completely messy affair, but he doesn’t care — it’s not his bathroom, after all.

legs trembling, you’re limp and incapable of movement, whimpering and whining until he finally pulls out of you.

renji runs a hand down his face, feeling spent but more than satisfied. suddenly his shoulders aren’t so tight and tense, and his mood is much more tolerable. you do your best to stand but almost fall — your legs are useless, turned to jelly because of the man behind you. he chuckles at that, then clears his throat once he realizes. he fully expected there to be a moment of awkwardness after, but it never comes. when he sees your face — lips bruised and swollen, face flushed, eyes glazed with a faraway look — he feels compelled to kiss you again. so, he does. it’s not sweet, nor is it tender, but it still makes your heart swell all the same. he holds you close as you wrap your arms around his neck, doing your best to keep standing, even though your legs are ready to give out.

you don’t know exactly what any of this means, but you do understand him a bit better now. he’s terrible with expressing himself, but you kind of like that about him; and maybe this isn’t the healthiest relationship, but life was uncertain and you’d take renji fucking you like it’s his last day alive over him openly hating you any day.

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